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You've had a hard day and need some "relief." You remember that there are some available holes that want your "seed relief." Open invitation to DRAIN YER BALLS in the burbs! Emails to: brotherdeposit@yahoo.com Put SEEDER in heading. Mention that you saw this on BREEDING ZONE. Tell your friends!
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hey guys right outside of DC looking for some fun guys to swap DNA, collect some new strains, give mine, the list can go on ad on....into just about everything EXCEPT scat, blood and pain/humiliation. i love evetything else or willing to try. Im white, 17 tats, thick small football player build, faux hawk. -
If you’ve never been to the House of Commons in Westminster, especially in the evening, you’d never imagine it’s such a cocktail of booze and cock. Pretty, young researchers – boys and girls just out of university – abound, and you can nearly always find someone up for some fun if you look hard enough. I used to work in the House, for a Tory MP but now I’m a lobbyist, which means I have to go to tedious receptions on behalf of clients. While normally the Parliamentary Group on waste treatment wouldn’t get much interest, I was keen to go when I spotted the name of the MP hosting: Dan Jones, Labour MP for Doncaster East. I’d not met him, but I’d spotted him on the TV a few times and thought he was gorgeous – mid thirties, really short blond hair, piercing blue eyes and what looked like a nice body too. As I got to the event he didn’t disappoint – in fact he was hotter in person than on TV. He was amazingly handsome, with eyes that seemed to shoot across the room towards me. His shirt was tight across his firm, muscular chest and I could see the outline of a gold chain under his tie, while his bespoke suit was well cut to emphasise his sexy body. After the inevitably dull speeches, I made a beeline for him, and introduced myself. “Hello Mr Jones, I’m Tom, here with Cleenup Industrial – I don’t know if you’ve heard of them? They specialise in…” He interrupted me and his response meant I knew he didn’t give a shit about waste treatment. Up close he was really sexy. I could feel the confidence oozing from him as he shook my hand and looked me up and down. His Yorkshire accent was very sexy in a rough-and-muscular way, which was just as well given what happened next. “Hi Tom, glad to meet you. I’ve got to go to another do in a minute or two but if want to walk with me you can tell me all about it.” So we grabbed another glass of wine each and walked to the exit of the room. He put his hand firmly to my lower back and guided me out before turning to me in the corridor and giving me two choices, with a directness that only truly great flirts can get away with. “You can tell me about your client now and I’ll listen politely, or you can come back to my office and discuss it over a drink. What do you fancy?” Of course he knew what I fancied. And I was hoping I could give him what he wanted. We walked up a couple of flights of Parliament’s very grand stone staircases until we reached one of the upper corridors, leather-bound copies of Parliamentary debates going back decades and not a soul about. We got to his office and went in. It was an office much like any other in the Palace – small, cramped, nice furniture but nowhere near enough room. He poured a whiskey, then turned to look directly at me, stood nervously by the door. “I don’t actually care about your client, but I’m interested in you. Tell me, are all Tory lobbyists sluts or do I just keep meeting those that are?” As he bluntly asked me if I was a slut (answer: yes!) he was casually taking off his jacket and tie, then his cufflinks and loosened his shirt. I was right about his body – it looked powerful and like he really worked on it. “I’m not sure I understand” I started, even though I certainly hoped I would be getting fucked shortly. “Do you think I’m a slut? You don’t even know if I’m gay.” “The hard-on as I’m taking my jacket off, the way you looked at my body the whole time, the way you came up to me like a bottom boy on a mission told me you wanted to get fucked. Am I wrong?” “No!” By now he was standing close to me and my hard-on was struggling to escape my trousers. I put my hand on his shirt and started to undo the buttons. His muscles were really hard and I couldn’t keep my hands off. He had a lovely erect nipple so I gave it a little lick, which he enjoyed. He took off his shirt, tossed it to the floor then walked over to his desk, sat down, and whipped out his semi-hard cock. “Suck it” he instructed, and I eagerly walked over, took off my jacket and tie and got down on my knees. It was a good size and I hoped a blowjob wasn’t going to be all I did for him tonight. I started by licking the fat tip, then running my tongue up and down the shaft, before going back to the tip again. My right hand went up to his nipple on his beautifully sculpted chest, while with my left I clumsily undid the buttons on my shirt. “That’s nice,” he said as I went to deepthroat him as best I could. I was getting really into it, and his cock was getting hard as it prodded the back of my mouth. I was playing with his balls which he seemed to like too. “Get up,” he commanded after a few minutes of oral, as he pulled me up, took off my shirt and stood back to look. His hard-on was glorious now – wet, hard and big. I couldn’t wait to get it back in my mouth – or up my ass. “You’ve still not answered my question. Why are all the Tory boys such sluts? I’ve fucked a few of them” – my dick was getting even harder at this as I imagined him pounding my ass – “and they never ask for a condom.” At this I realised what I was in for – he wanted to fuck me bare. In truth I’d fucked around bare a couple of times, but never so brazenly – or with so hot a man. My hard-on was getting uncomfortable now in my trousers, so by way of response I loosened my belt, undid the button and sipped them off to my ankles. My underwear could barely contain my cock and the damp pre-cum was giving him all the answer he needed. “Is that your answer? You’re a slut and you want me to fuck you? Is that right?” He was almost interrogating me, as I fought the urge to give in, lean down on the desk and beg him for his cock. All I could do was nod, as he turned me around, pushed me down onto the desk and told me “get ready, Tory boy. You’re getting fucked.” He pulled down my underwear and felt my asscheeks before going for my hole with his fingers. He pulled open his drawer and got out some lube – almost as if he did this regularly, you might imagine – and played with my hole. I could feel his fingers in me, and running around the edge, playing with me and making me looser every second. I wanted him inside me, I wanted his bare cock inside me now! “You ready , slut?” Was all he said. With an equally direct “yes, fuck me, fuck me bare” I gave him what he wanted – and what he had been guaranteed since we shook hands just twenty minutes before. With my face down on the desk all I could feel were his powerful hands gripping my slender hips as his cock rubbed at my hole. I ran my hand back just to give him a final stroke and feel how sloppy and bare his cock was as it entered me. “Oh yes, put it in me” I demanded as he paused. “I want your cock in me.” He needed no further encouragement as he slowly slid it in, forwards an inch, back half, forwards another, until I could feel him, hot, hard and insistent, inside me. “I want to feel your balls slapping mine – go deep” I urged him, and he responded with an almighty thrust into me. I nearly squeaked in pleasure as I felt his balls swing into mine. I was in heaven – a sexy, muscular older man balls-deep and bare in my hole – as he started to thrust in and out, slamming my hips against the desk. I was really enjoying being fucked when he grabbed my shoulders and started to bang me so hard the desk started moving. It felt like he was pulling out the whole way before slamming the whole way back in each thrust. I grabbed onto the far side of the desk as he hammered my hole – I was loving it but not sure how long I could go. He then wrapped his arms around my shoulders and crushed me under his muscly body against the desk, jackhammering my ass as I could feel the sweat pouring off his body and his gold chain swinging round and slapping into the back of my neck. “Fucking hell!” he shouted in my ear as he came – his body stiffened, I was almost suffocated under his much bigger body as he held me tightly. I could feel his cock throbbing in my ass and a warm glow filling me as his cum shot out of him. As he pulled out I felt like I’d never felt before, my legs so weak I was still hanging onto the desk and catching my breath. As I recovered I turned round to see him standing, sweat glistening on his muscles and cock still erect. “Thanks Tom,” he said. “If you’d like to call my office to arrange a meeting to discuss your client’s business, I’d be delighted. Some evening next week would be good. My business cards are on the desk.”
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Oi I'm Spike a horny welsh skinhead lad currenty based in the thornaby area of teesside ( old north riding of yorkshire ) although Im mainly into a extreme side of the BDSM & fetish play im also a keen BB Cum Dump and pig boi looking to take loads deep inside, Im happy to accom within reason also happy to do outdoors or travel to you. Get in touch and lets get sweety together.
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Bondage fuck party this weekend. My 2 friends have agreed to tie me down and have as many guys as they choose to come by to get in on gang banging my ass. Mild to wild, will probably be more wild. Am going to be tied down good as im a beefy guy and will be trying to break free. I signed a waiver clearing whoever who comes over to fuck me however they want even if I ask them to stop. I plan on begging to be let go and for guys to stop. Am looking for guys who get into sexual dominance and can rape a guy's hole with him begging for mercy. No holds barred, just no blood or beating me up while tied down unless it's part of you abusing my ass and verbally abusing me. Message me for details or special requests. Friends will respond to requests and prep me to get nailed by each guy or team. Groups of men wanted. If you want anonymous, say so and I'll be blindfolded and lights turned down. If you want to be alone without my friends watching, ask, and we might be able to work something out. Have a buddy? Only bring if he's cool with the scene and plans on participating. Want a quick fuck without a group watching? Set a time. No strings, no requirements, no endless emails. My goals are exactly what I've stated here....looking for random guys to to rape me raw and not have any say or know who any of the guys who do it.
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Sub slut midlands, free 09/07 for raw fucks. Can travel. Also looking to host group fucks 14th July
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I was a horny young man whose dick stood at a more or less rigid angle so the tip of my 7" was a mere couple of inches from my belly when rock hard. This condition lasted until my mid to late twenties when I became more comfortable at a more horizontal angle. Getting sucked was hard unless the cocksucker lay on his back, hanging his head over the side of the bed so I could lean over him and fuck his mouth and throat, my sweaty balls laying and sliding over his nose. Anal was easier. I simply had the bottom lay on his stomach and I lay on his back and fuck him. It was comfortable for me and the bottoms liked it because I weighed less than 200 lbs. I had also fucked someone when we were standing up: he stood fully upright instead of bending-over as most assholes do when getting fucked standing up. We didn't complete the fuck at that time because we were in an open area, so we went to his place which was nearby so I could finish fucking him and get my rocks off in his ass. One fine Fourth of July when I was 22 my then lover and I had gone to a church picnic. The nice part was that few children attended and there was two restrooms, one for adults only, and another one on the other side of the expansive park marked "Families." I had been shooting the shit with Dave, a handome blond guy of 25 when we both had to take a piss. We went to the adults men's room, our cheap rubber flip-flops making noise as we walked, and we pissed in the trough urinal, then we started hugging. Dave then dropped to his knees and sucked on my dick which hardened in his mouth so I was at attention. He kissed it, and when he stood up I said "You have a great head on your shoulders." "I want to get fucked" was his reply. "Got lube?" I asked. He said he had been fucked a couple of hours before and the man's cum should still be in there. We didn't have any place to lay down and fuck so, I decided to just have him lean up against the concrete wall. Dave dropped his pants, stepped out of one leg and spread his legs a bit apart. I spat on his hole, stepped up close and shoved my dick up his ass. My love-missile rocketed up him as he grunted in appreciation for my stud services. I hilted myself and fucked him fast and good, holding his shoulders as I made love to him. I had read about a large manly jocker "performing a brutal act of sodomy in his punk up against the wall" in prison and thought of myself as the studly fucker putting his meat to his punk, using him for his sexual enjoyment as well as establishing himself as the man in the relationship while putting the punk in his place, in my mind, as a guy not worthy of being called a man. My pelvis rocked steadily, driving my dick back and forth in Dave's asshole as I fucked him with gay abandon. My dick felt good as I shifted my hands to his hips to steady us and get as much meat as possible up his ass with each thrust. I fucked him faster, harder, asserting my manhood and the fella's lack of manliness as my dick felt better and better. I then began counting down as I got close to cumming. I got my urges and then slammed it home and hilted myself as I began cumming in his ass in powerful rapid-fire spurts, the fireworks going off in both our heads as my prick pumped spunk up Dave's ass and my pleasure. Dave arched his back to get as much of my dick in his ass as possible and then I pulled halfway out and slammed it home a few times. I then rested as my dick finished pulsating with pleasure inside him and he lovingly massaged it with his talented ass muscles. A fat older balding man with a beard and glasses walked in and Dave glanced around and extended a greeting. "Who's the latest stud?" the man then asked, to which Dave replied "This is Hank" and introduced me to the older guy, named Ken, continuing to explain Ken had fucked Dave just a couple of hours earlier, so I had, in effect, used Ken's cum as lube. We men shook hands and I thanked him for his cum, and it had served as great lube. Ken and I then kissed and I disengaged from Dave, who who then sucked my dick clean and kissed it and my balls. Ken and I then embraced and french kissed while he used Dave's mouth instead of the urinal. Then we all disengaged. Ken and I left Dave on his own - until the next time we needed relief.
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Date: 29 June 2012 Location: Canada, Ontario, Toronto Description: slut piggybtm in Toronto hosting raw gangbang. Looking for pig tops to use my ass for their cumdump/urinal. Swing over to my condo near the Village and drop your load deep in my ass. Looking for euro, latin, white inshape tops under 50y.o. Pref nonsmokers (but not a deal breaker). send pic and stats if serious. (Also open to being pimped out....so if you're interested in that we can negotiate). 10:30 pm on Fri June 29 at my condo - Church/Carlton area. Eagerbeaverto@gmail.com if serious. No drugs Bring your own poppers, booze, lube, towel.
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There is a discussion going on at "Queerty" regarding the criminalization of HIV and how people are not getting tested for fear of prosecution. POZ voices are important in the discussion. If feel like reading it, go to: http://www.queerty.com/first-person-why-i-refuse-to-get-tested-for-hiv-20120616/
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A few weeks back I was visiting L.A, this being my third or fourth visit to the city. It's not a favourite destination of mine but there are some super hot guys there. So I visit for more of a fuck-cation. So like I usually do I booked a hotel in Weho so that I could be near all the action and hot guys. I hooked up with quite a few guys on my trip, pretty much every single day. Most of them fucked me deep, hard, ruff and raw! Different positions, wearing different gear (jock straps, harness, ripped boxer shorts, sports gear) and even a few anonymous fuck and go scenes, where I left the door open and lay on the bed with my smooth, tight and boyish hole exposed to whoever walked in. On one of the last nights of my trip I was finding it hard to hook up with anyone. Most of the guys that were my type turned out to be bottoms and I was gagging to get raped. The later that it got the fewer guys were online and the less luck I was having. By this point I had been stroking my long thick British uncut meat for hours, I was dripping with pre-cum (usually I'd don't need lube to fuck as my dick produces so much). I had beat my cock dozens of times just up until the point where my load was about to explode and then I'd stop. The more I edged the hornier I became and the hornier I am the fucking sleazier I can be! I rubbed the palm of my hand over the tip of my dick and played with the pre-cum, I'd then use it to lube the shaft as I jerked off, anything that was left over got fingered into my juicy puckering hole. I lay on the hotel bed, my smooth, toned body naked, legs spread wide apart beating off. I needed to get fucked real bad! My hole was so hungry for a raw shaft, so much that I could almost feel it (Like when you get a craving for a type of food and you can pretty much taste it). It got to the time of night where I thought about throwing in the towel. Fuck! I was so frustrated and disappointed. The night was virtually over. I decided to check Grindr one last time. Several messages had popped up from a guy staying in the same hotel. He had messaged me a few nights before, but again he was desperate to get fucked. I had told him from day one that I was a bttm also. He was young, early twenties, lean/slim build and an 8" cock. Isn't really my type. I prefer jocks/muscle dads and tops! He was still up and online. We began chatting and begged for me to fuck him. I again re-iterated that I was looking to get fucked too. He had even asked that if I found a top to send him to his room after I was done with him. He told me how he was an actor and the programmes he had been in, of course EVERYONE in L.A is an actor, so I took it with a pinch of salt (however I later checked when I found out his full name and it all turned out to be true when matched to his picture) Eventually I caved........ he had sent pictures of his bubble butt and big rock hard manhood. He said that he would do ANYTHING in order for me to fuck him. Anything except bareback that is. I didn't push the issue because I knew he would eventually be taking my toxic load. I was going to make it happen! I gave him instructions to prepare for my arrival. These were to... turn the lights down, to leave the door on the latch and for him to be stripped naked and for him to be faced down on the bed and his perfect ass to be up in the air ready and lubed for a fuck. I travelled the two floors and a few metres along the corridor until I got to his room. The door was on the latch and therefore I walked straight in. The first thing I saw was a lean, toned body and the most incredible ass. This lad looked as though he had just turned 18. Fresh and never before used! As I approached he turned his head, this lad was stunning, very handsome. Another added bonus, which instantly made me hard. I tore my clothes off and lay on top of the lad. Pinning him down to the bed. Kissing his neck, working my way around to lips for a long passionate kiss. A long goodbye kiss....... to his hiv negative life I had told this lad that it would pretty much be a fuck n go as it was late and he had agreed. I handed him the condom and told him to open it whilst I rimmed his hole. As I ran my hands over his body I was amazed at just how toned he was, I could feel every ab, his skin was smooth and soft to the touch, virgin like and his butt was solid muscle. I parted his butt checks and gently teased his hole with my tongue, gently stroking his ring with the tip of my tongue. After a few minutes I began to eat his hole real good. Driving my tongue deep inside and gently biting his ring, getting it well used and ready for my spunk. After I was done licking him out, I reached for his boxers that were on the floor, gave them a long hard sniff and then told him to open his mouth. I stuffed his mouth with his dirty cum stained boxers. I was going to make this lad scream and knew I needed to muffle the sound. "Pass me the rubber", and the lad gave me the condom, as he was still faced down, I simply threw it over my shoulder onto the floor. I made a few movements as though I was unrolling it onto my shaft. And seconds later plunged all the way into his ass. His youthful hole wrapped around my meat real tight. Think he must have forgotten to lube also as there was a lot of friction. The lad gave out a muffled moan and tried to reach back to stop me fucking so deep. I grabbed both his wrists and held him down. I picked up the pace and began fucking really ruff. Not stopping to add any lube. The moans now turned into screams and I could see tears running down his face. This only made me go faster and a few minutes later I unloaded into his ass. I felt a huge wad of cum shoot into his unwilling hole. My balls felt sore, like they had been squeezed dry. I pulled out and told him I was going to get rid of the rubber and clean up. By the time I had got back he had jerked and spunked over his hot set of abs and chest. I got dressed and left. He messaged me pretty much everyday until I left (which began to get annoying, begging me to fuck him again saying he'd come and visit me at home) After a few more weeks of messages (only now and then at this point) I decided to reply. I told him exactly what I did to him, waited for the first reply and then blocked the fucker! By this time it had been a few weeks and there was nothing he could have done.
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(This is the 1st story I've written I hope you enjoy.) I was 19 and finally out of the small town I grew up in and just moved in with my boyfriend with whom I had recently lost my virginity. At 38 years old and 150 pounds, he was much older, as well as somewhat heavier. Oh, and his cock was very thick and 6.5" long. In contrast I was a 19 years old, tall, thin twink with a 7.5" cock and very tight, hairy ass. We fucked alot, always bareback, but always the same position: I was on my stomach and he would plow my tight little ass for about five minutes and dump his load in me. That was his normal routine when it came to sex. He wasn't very open minded about trying anything other than our normal position, let alone anything kinky. I was young horny and curious about everything so I started exploring on my own. First I went out and got some piercings. My boyfriend was a little wierded out when I got my nipples pierced and not happy at all when I pierced my cock - not that it mattered, because he would never let me top. Since my boyfriend was such a prude, I took matters into my own hands to explore my sexual desires. While he was away on a business trip, I discovered some online chat rooms. The internet was still very new back then. I started chatting with guys about various fantasies and desires and discovered I was really turned on by things like rimming, watersports, and fisting, so I started hooking up with guys anytime my boyfriend was out of town. I always fucked and got fucked raw, and I also tried out some of my kinky fantasies and loved them, but there was one thing that slowly started to turn me on over time, namely the thought that one of the guys I've played with could poz me. I knew the risk of having my ass filled with cum, but it still made my cock rock hard anytime I would speculate if the guy who had just loaded my hole was poz. I started looking for poz men in the chatrooms and I found a hot older man, Mike, who was 160 pounds of poz muscle with a hot six inch pierced cock and lots of tattoos. He had no hangups with fucking a young little negative boy like me. He was the perfect man with whom to start my bug chasing journey. The first time was so hot. I showed up at Mike's apartment and my cock immediately got a raging hard on when I saw him. He answered the door wearing only an old cum and piss stained jockstrap. He was much hotter than his pics. There wasn't really any small talk. He just led me downstairs towards his bedroom. By the time we reached his room, all my clothing had already been ripped off. We we kissing and licking every part of each other's body. His arm pits were amazingly sweetest tasting and were deodorant free. I love a man who smells and tastes like a man. I rimmed him and then he rimmed me, lubing my young fuckhole very well with his spit. He lifted my legs in the air, looked me straight in the eyes, and asked "Do you really want my poz cock and load in you?" I replied "Yes! Fuck me and give me your poz seed!" With that, Mike, slid his raw, pierced, and poz cock up my hole in one stroke using only his spit for lube. I had never been fucked by a pierced cock before and both his cock and the ring felt great, rubbing against the walls of my ass. He fucked me like there was no tomorrow, telling me "Take my dirty pierced cock!" and "I'm gonna deposit my toxic load deep inside of your sweet negative ass!" and "I will be a part of you forever!" I loved it! I was in absolute heaven. He fucked me for at least an hour. Yelling nasty depraved comments the entire time. I could tell he was getting close as he was fucking me harder and faster. Then he yelled "Take my poz cum!" At that moment he shoved himself as deeply into my ass as possible. I could feel his cock spasming, flooding my ass with his poz cum. Mike gave me a long, passionate, spit-filled kiss. He lay on top of me with his cock still in me for a few minutes untill he slid out. It was an amazing fuck that just turned me into more of a bug chaser. I went back online and searched for more poz cock every time my boyfriend was out of town. I also would go to the local bath house and take all loads offered. I turned into a total poz cum slut. As time progressed I started arranging hook-ups with poz guys even while my boyfriend was in town. I would go get my ass pumped full of poz jizz and come home to him. I don't know if he knew I was out being a cum slut or not. Years went by without getting tested. I must have taken at least a thousand loads from hundreds of men. I just kept hunting out nasty poz cum untill I was at the doctor for a routine exam and he realized I was gay and then asked if I wanted an HIV test. I got the test done and a week later got a call to come back in. The doctor informed me I was poz and immediately started me on meds. My relationship ended with the boyfriend, which didn't really bother me since he was so conservative and vanilla. I thoroughly enjoyed the ride of my life: becoming the poz slut I was meant to be. -
http://fuckworker.blogspot.com/2012/05/hour-at-bathhouse.html Thursday night, I made my way to the local bathhouse for half price room night. This is one of the more popular nights at Club St. Louis so I went on the hope that I could find some decent people to bareback. The small parking lot attached to the bathhouse is full. A good sign. I check in, get a room, change out of my clothes and into a towel, and shower up. Afterwards, I cruise the different areas. There is a wet and dry saunas, whirlpool, regular pool outside, public sling room, as well as the many private rooms scattered all over the place. There are probably less than 40 people in the entire bathhouse if I had to guess. I am the youngest of them all. The number of cars outside can be deceiving since most people arrive alone. I don't see too much I like as I walk around. I get a lot of glares and interested glances. I go back to my room to stand outside the door and wait for the right piece of meat. After a few minutes of standing in my doorway, a good looking 40-something stud walked by. We both smiled. He asked if I wanted company and I said come on in. He is 5'8" 140 pounds with a six pack. We make out in my room after we close the door. Then I sit on the bed and suck his cock nice and hard. Its close to 7.5 inches rock hard. He lays on the bed and I continue sucking on his cock as he squeeze my tits. That drives me crazy. He grabs the lube I have laid out on the side of my bed(no condoms, of course). He lubes his fingers and plays with my ass. I haven't bottomed in a while but I am ready to take this daddy's dick. I grab the bottle of lube and lube his cock up. As he is still laying on his back, I sit on his cock and work his thick meat inside my raw ass. No mention of protection or anything. I love it! After I get used to his thickness. I go up and down on his cock. Riding him for everything he his worth. As I am doing that I squeeze his balls behind me and ask him if he has a big load for my ass. He smiles widely and say "fuck ya I do." I sit up and he just pumps away at my ass and tells me that "I'm cumming up your ass now. Uh take that shit. Oh fuck yeah. " I can feel his raw cock spasming and explode inside me. Unbelievable. I don't jerk off. I tell him "I'm going to go breed someone like you just bred me." He thanks me for letting him play with me and tells me how fucking hot it was. I shower and cruise again. I want to find some quick action and go back home. While standing back in my doorway, a bear cruises me and asks to play. I agree. He is 6' 250 7 cut hairy. We go in my room and I lay down. He sucks my cock for about 15 minutes. I see his biohazard tattoo on his back so I really wanna fuck his poz ass. I ask him if I can fuck him. He says he normally is a top but will for me. I bend him over and lube each other up. I fuck him doggy style. I pump his ass nice and rough for about ten minutes before telling him "to take my cum. I am breeding your ass. Your mine forever." He fucking moans. As he gets ready to leave, he tells me his buddy wanted me to fuck him but was to shy to say anything to me. I told him you got to be direct are you won't get as much ass. I clean up, shower, dress, and head home. Not bad for an hour at the bathhouse.
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Another hot night in Phoenix as I drove through empty streets to Bob’s house at one in the morning. Bob’s a guy I met on BBRTS, who’s been wanting me to come by and use me. I’ve been hesitant since his profile says he only has an “average” size cock, which usually means smaller than “average,” but his pics and hot dirty emails had my attention. I followed the directions that he’s given me and they lead me into a trailer park on a mountain. Bob’s double-wide sits at the end of the street and backs up to the mountain, so it’s VERY private. I parked next to Bob’s big truck in the driveway and started to head toward the door when a small portion of the gate to the carport opened revealing Bob. He’s mid-60’s, wearing jeans, cowboy boots and suspenders. “In here.” I stepped into the dark carport and waited a minute until my eyes adjusted. In the space was a sling hanging from the steel braces of the roof and a few dim flickering candles. Bob pointed toward the sling, “Get in.” I started to take my clothes off when he stopped me by yanking my head back up by my hair. “I didn’t tell you to take off your fucking clothes, get in the fucking sling and don’t say a mutha fuckin thing.” My heart started racing as I did as I was told and climbed into the sling. Once in, Bob used leather straps to tie my hands and feet to the chains holding up the sling. He then grabbed an upside-down bucket, stood on it and took his cock out. His cock wasn’t hard yet, so I couldn’t tell how big it was. Suddenly I felt warm liquid all over my chest as Bob pissed all over me. My dick was rock hard in my pants as he soaked my crotch with his piss. “Open your mouth bitch.” I did and he took perfect aim at the back of my throat, forcing me to swallow his piss. By the time he was done pissing on me his dick had become hard. He was six inches hard with an average girth. Bob got down off the bucket and walked around to my crotch. He rubbed my hard cock underneath the soaked denim. He then took a big pocket knife from his back pocket and opened it up so I could see the candle light reflected in the large blade. He rubbed the blade over my hard cock and my crotch, and then suddenly he took the point of the blade and split the ass of my jeans open revealing my ass to the warm night air. He folded the knife back up and slipped it back in his pocket. Taking the large drop of pre-cum from the end of his cock, Bob rubbed it on my waiting asshole. He then kneeled down and started to eat my ass really deeply to the point that his tongue could have easily been a cock. His full beard and 'stache felt fantastic against my bare ass. As he ate me I got harder and harder until my precum was easily visible through my previously soaked jeans. Bob reached up and grabbed my hard cock and pointed it down to my ass, then he took the precum from my cock and rubbed it into my drenched hole. “There, now as I fuck you, you’ll lube yourself." He stood up and pointed his hard cock at my ass. “You like it rough bitch?” “Yes Sir.” With that answer he plunged his cock into my ass in one stroke and started to fuck me really hard. Since my ass was surprised by the dick, it stayed pretty tight as he pummeled it. He fucked me full force for about ten minutes until he grunted loudly and came in my hole. “Damn, that’s tight.” He stood there for a minute letting his cock go soft in my hole. He shuddered a bit when the sensitive tip finally fell out. He walked around to where my head was and pulled a lever that let me drop a little until my face was even with his crotch. “Clean me off bitch.” I licked all the cum off his cock and balls. He must have been fucking me harder than I thought, because a lot of it was white and foamy. Once he thought I had cleaned him sufficiently he zipped up, walked over to a bench, came back over and put a ball gag in my mouth. “I’m gonna go over to the bar 'til closing and see some friends. I’ll fuck you again when I get back.” And with that he left me hanging there in his carport. I must have fallen asleep in the sling, because I was woken up by Bob’s truck pulling into the driveway. From the sounds of it there was more than just Bob’s truck pulling up. I could hear voices whispering outside and finally the gate opened. Behind Bob followed four other men, all in their fifties and up. They all said things like “Fuck yeah” or “Nice” when they saw my bare ass hanging in the sling. The tallest one asked, “We can fuck him bare?” “I put a load in him before I left.” That was all the foreplay the tall one needed. He unzipped, pulled out a big cock, rubbed his spit on my hole and rammed his cock in me. It’s a good thing I still had the gag in my mouth or the neighbors would have called the cops on my screaming. It only took a few minutes for the tall guy to cum. Once he did, another man got into position and started to fuck me while the tall guy pissed all over me, re-soaking my clothes. When he was done he told the guy who was fucking me to hurry up 'cause he had to get up early for work in the morning. The guy, not wanting to miss his ride, started fucking me even harder and faster until he nutted in my hole. He came over to my side and ripped my t-shirt open so he could use it to wipe the cum off his cock and balls. “Thanks Bob,” he said as he walked out the gate. The two other guys ripped and cut the rest of my clothes off my body until I was laying there in just my socks and my Doc Marten’s. “That’s better.” One took the gag out of my mouth and replaced it with his cock while the other one pissed all over my ass and crotch, finishing his piss in my ass. He fucked my slowly until his friend was hard in my mouth and then they both fucked my mouth and ass hard. Luckily the guy in my mouth was thicker rather than longer or he would have been in danger of tripping my gag reflex. The one in my ass was fucking harder and harder and once I have his cock a little squeeze with my sphincter he couldn’t help but blow his wad in my hole. After he came they switched while the thick-cocked guy rammed me. I could feel all the piss and cum moving in my ass as he fucked my harder and hard. Finally, he slid-in, balls-deep, and came in my hole. While I was continuing to clean off his friend, Bob took the thick one in his mouth and sucked it clean. After that the two men left and Bob pulled out his hard cock and fucked me one more time. When he was done he reached in my ass, pulled out some cum and jacked my cock off until I sprayed all over my chest and face. He then untied me and gave me a pair of boxers to wear home. “Good boy. I’ll expect you here at nine next Friday night.” “Yes Sir.”
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I made sure I used rubbers just like he asked ; )
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Bug chasing/gift giving fiction section - I'm a young, 24yo, British lad although I look about 20, defined/in shape, very boyish looking which hides my deviant side very well... which means I can pretty much get away with what I want. I'm lucky enough to attract the hot hung older daddy or muscle types as well as the young twinks. I'm really into anon fucks, threesomes, groups, orgies, outdoors and bath houses, and when I'm horny I get really fucking sleazy. So this one day I was feeling really horned up.... I decided to head to a bath house in London. I hadn't been to a bath house in years. It was mid-week in the day, so truthfully I didn't expect much talent to be there, but my cock was making me go. I'm a heavy pre-cummer and was dripping the whole journey there. I even had to hold my back pack over my crotch during the train ride as my pre-cum started to show through my trousers, especially as my jock strap was made of thin material. The pre-cum stained my trousers, outlining my big uncut British dick. When I arrived at the bath house and entered the changing room, it literally took me seconds to strip-off my kit and throw it into a locker with my back pack. In fact, I was already heading for the stairs before I had even wrapped a towel around my waist. I headed upstairs to have a quick walk around the main area, and found there were a few guys hanging around, but no one who really turned me on, so I headed down to the play area and started cruising. I found the corridors were fairly busy. There were a handful of my usual type, older, muscular built daddies who looked like they could give my hole a hard ruff sleazy fucking, however I was more in the mood to top, which I occasionally will do, although I prefer to bottom. Still, when I get the urge, I love fucking some tight, young virgin-looking lad, and even better when I get to breed his hole with a toxic poz load and give him the nastiest roughest fucking of his life. This isn't an opportunity that presents itself all that often as British guys aren't usually that sleazy or adventurous, so I just do what I want, I just get on with it without asking. Gagging them helps, so afterwards I can say "I didn't hear you say stop or you should have told me to stop... sorry mate." So I walked around for a good five to ten minutes, looking to see who was about. I was approached by a few tops, and told them that I might let them fuck me later, but for now I was looking to fuck a lad. I turned and headed down one of the corridors and saw a young lad coming towards me. As soon as I saw him, I knew I wanted (and needed) to fuck him. He was about 18-19 years, which is over legal age of consent in UK, white, 5 ft 8, sexy blue eyes, dark blond hair, his body was toned, smooth and he had a hot set of teenage abs. He looked at me and smiled and then quickly and shyly looked away. My dick suddenly began to throb, swelling to the point it felt like it was twice its normal size. The throbbing became so intense that if I didn't fuck the guy and cum up his hole, my dick would hurt for hours or even days. So I made my move, and smiled back, saying 'Hey' when he looked up again. He looked to be a bit shy and nervous, so I took the lead, and stepped into an empty room, gesturing for him to follow. We exchanged the usual small talk for a minute or so, during which time I found out that this was his first visit to a bath house, and that he hadn't yet had any fun, which I thought to myself meant he was nice and fresh for me to use. My meat continued to throb and I got even more turned on, so I decided to keep pushing. I slowly pushed him up against the wall, locking the door and began to gently kiss his neck, then slowly moving down to his nipples, before heading up to caress his lips and then passionately kiss him, exploring his mouth with my tongue. The whole time I also explored his hot little body with my hand, slipping my hand down under his towel to discover a peach bubble butt, a smooth juicy hole and a rock hard 8" cock. I whispered into his ear and asked if he liked to get fucked and he replied he did, so I maneuvered him down onto the mat and began to rim his hole. I didn't plan on rimming him long as my 9" dick was still throbbing like mad and needed some attention soon and fast. After a few minutes, I began to rub my uncut meat over his perfect hole, which, I thought, looked as though it had never been fucked. I could feel how tight his ring was from just pressing the tip of my cock onto his ring. He let out a few quiet moans and I knew he was begging in his head to get fucked. I got him onto all fours (doggy style), which I've found to be my favourite way of using a lad as it is nice and degrading, and the bottom can't see if you're wearing a rubber or not. I was determined to use the fucking slut for my pleasure. I lubed up my dick just enough, as I didn't want it too greasy - I wanted him to really feel me inside his hole, that is, the more friction there is, the better (at least from my perspective), and I planned to make him take it deep and rough. I began again to slowly tease his hole, gently edging my thick meat inside him. I was seconds away from sliding all the way in him, bare, of course, my dick was about to get what it wanted and needed, when he turned his head saying I needed to use a rubber. FUCK. I couldn't believe it. I was so fucking disappointed and started to loose my hard-on, but I agreed, but got him to suck me off first, just to get me hard again. As he blew me I briefly considered calling it a day as I knew I wouldn't enjoy fucking him while wearing a rubber, but I let him carry on for a few more minutes. He wasn't a bad little cock sucker either, but I decided to help him by forcing my meat down his willing mouth. Hearing him choke on it, and seeing the large amount of drool and spit coming out of his mouth was a perverse turn-on. About this point, I noticed four or five used rubbers in the trash bin in the corner of the room, obviously tossed there by some of the guys who had used the room before. I suddenly had an idea: if he wanted me to use a rubber, I would. Just who's rubber, or how I would use them, on the other hand, well, that was up to me! I threw him down onto his back, making sure his head was positioned near the trash bin, telling him to rim my hole, adding "You'd better do a good fucking job of it," just to remind him who was boss. As I squatted over his mouth, I ordered the lad to service my hole with his tongue, and he eagerly ate my hole. It felt amazing. His smooth, young, stubble-free face planted deep in my arse, tonguing my hole, licking my juicy hairy ring. Meanwhile, as my ass cheeks were completely blocking his field of vision, I reached into the bin and took out all the used rubbers. I considered using the jizz as lube but thought that most of it might be wasted on the mat, so I quickly decided on another use. I hid the rubbers in my hand. Told the lad he could stop eating my hole and for him to grab a new rubber and slip it onto my dick. He unrolled it down the full length of my shaft. It was tight and probably too small, I was hoping it would split as I fucked him. He covered the rubber and his hole with lube and proceeded to get onto all fours again. My dick was solid even though I had a rubber on as I knew the lad would be taking some sort of raw load even if it wasn't mine. I wiped away as much of the lube as I could and spat on his hole a few times, and in one slow and continuous push, I slid inside his ass. His hole closed up tightly around my junk and I could tell he really hadn't been used much. In fact he might well have been all but a virgin. I withdrew all the way out a plunged back in nice and deep several times. Aside from a few quiet, low-pitched moans, the lad was quite silent. I withdrew completely as I wanted to taste his newly fucked hole and for the next stage of the plan. After eating him for a minute, i grabbed one of the used rubbers (that I had now hid under the corner of the mat) and placed it on the tip of my finger, I slowly began to work it up into his hole. He didn't suspect a thing, must have thought it was just my fingers. I grabbed the second used rubber, (which was really full of spunk as the guy obviously was a heavy spunker), placing it on the tip of my dick and begin to press both the used rubber and my dick back into his hole. "Have you still got the rubber on?" he asked. "Yes mate, here, feel it," I replied, guiding his hand onto the base of the shaft as I continued to fuck him. I was so fucking turned on that I really started to plow his hole as hard and rough as I could. He began to moan louder and beg for more. I wanted to cum so badly. All I could think about was how deep I was fucking some other guys used condoms and their jizz into him. I had three more to slide inside him before I was going to cum, that was my challenge.... which I eventually did in the same way, by pulling out of him, placing it on the end of my dick and forcing it up, fast hard and quick. Not giving him time to feel anything or react. I told him I was just applying more lube each time. Now there were five used rubbers in his ass. Knowing as much, and thinking about it, specifically wondering how long before the cum would leak out, or if my rough fucking would destroy them, spliting them open into his arse, increased my excitement. I decided I needed to get my load in there too. The only question was, how to do it: he was now always guiding my dick in, probably checking I still had the condom on, but I realised he only ever touched the shaft. I knew that I could split the tip and breed his hole without him knowing. Giving the excuse that I needed a few minutes rest, I got him to eat my hole again, which gave me the perfect opportunity to distract him while I split the tip of the rubber, making sure the hole was big enough that the whole head of my dick could fit through. Finally I was ready to cum.... this time I was going to fuck him whilst looking deep into his eyes, just so I could see his face as I was secretly breeding him. My thrusts got deeper, harder and rougher. I could see the pain in his face, but I could also see he didn't want me to stop or for him to disappoint me. 'I'm so fucking close, I'm going to cum as I fuck you... you want that?" "Yea, I'm close too." "You want to me to cum inside your hole?" "Yes, you have a rubber on though right?" "Don't worry mate, I'm using rubbers!" That was it... that final line sent me over the edge and I exploded in him. I flooded his unsuspecting hole with my TOXIC seed. I felt my whole body tense up and It felt as though my insides were being sucked into his willing hole. He shot his load as I leaned into his body, it squirted up onto my chest, neck and chin, I licked his juice from beneath my bottom lip. Tasted good, tasted sweet, tasted pure.... but that was about to change for him!!!!!! Wish I had been there to see his face when five used rubbers got squirted out of his hole! -
One of the hottest fucks I've had was a few years ago when I was in college and I met a university cop online and he wanted to fuck me under a bridge, on the back of his police car. I walked up and his car was under the bridge. He got out and pulled down my shorts, started licking my hole -- spitting on his cock to get it hard and he put it in... it hurt but felt great. He seeded my hole then told me to "go on and leave" hot COP
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Most bb bottoms would kill for having their hole filled with cum. But, do you actually feel it when the tops bursts into you? Personally, with the right moaning in advance, and especially if the guy's cock has a good girth, I usually do feel it pulsating into me. And that's great. I like to stare into his eyes at that point. However, I've read some contradictory opinions from bottoms on this. In my early bb days, I'd rather swallow the load, since at least I'd get the chance to taste it. I'd feel nothing in my ass, but when I went back home and fingered my sloppy hole. -
Can you host a negative bottom who wants to be gangbanged bb in New Orleans?
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Hey guys! I'm considering a long weekend in London later this month. I'm familiar with most of the BB venues in the King's Cross area of north London. I gather there is quite a bit of action in SOUTH London too. Which are the busiest? To Londoners: do you think the King's Cross, or south London venues are busier? Recommendations for inexpensive hotels or gay friendly B&Bs welcome too!
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They are my absolute favorite! Hairy tops get me so hard that I can't even walk
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Hi guys, not sure if this is been shared before but it is totally my most favourite clip, does anyone know the name of the top or the studio? http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=4pFL1-G164-
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Heading to Glasgow on 11th May for a couple of nights... just wondered if there were any Glasgow based barebackers on here who fancied hooking up for some nasty raw breeding? Looking at staying at the ETAP hotel by the Quay (M8 motorway area) - anyone up for some seed swapping fun?
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I have a married fuck buddy who, before today, I've fucked three or four times. When we met about a month ago he told me that he wanted a fuck buddy and asked me I was neg and I assured him I was. He was a bit hesitant about the barebacking thing but I convinced him to try it and once he did it the first time with me he was hooked on it. Now he emails me at least once a week trying to get a piece of my cock inside of him. So today, my married man emailed me asking me if he can come over and get his ass pounded. I replied "FUCK YEAH" and told him to come on over. When he got to my place we started talking how his wife and he are trying to conceive a baby. How fucking hot is that! I was about to breed this sweet hot fucker's hole and send him home to his wife with his ass dripping with my cum. Then he is probably going to fuck her deep and seed her pussy with my cum still up his ass. I couldn't wait to start fucking him. We began making out, poppering-up and getting his hot hole nice and WET for my cock. For a married, bisexual guy, he sucks cock amazingly well, and the poppers turn him into a fucking slut! He begged for my dick - like a good little sub. All throughout our fuck session I kept imaging the look of his ass dripping with my cum even as he pounded load after load inside his moaning wife. Anyhow, I flipped him over on his back and lifted-up his legs and really start to pound away at his horny hole. He said to me "Kiss me, man" and that caught me by surprise. He usually isn't that big on kissing and I am usually the one to instigate it. Guess this fucker was so high on poppers and horny for my cock that he wanted my cock and my love all in the same fuck. I turned him over and start fucking in my favorite position, doggy style bitch! I'm pounding into his sweet wet hole, all nice and slicked up with gun oil and pre-cum, and he keeps on screaming, "FUCK ME harder dude... YEAH! Give it to me!" "Seriously? Fuck yeah I'll fuck you harder!" I started really laying into his sweet hole, pulverizing his tender fuckhole, making sure that this bitch is gonna be sore and dripping cum out his ass when he breeds his own wife. I told him to pass me the poppers and started really getting nice and high. Poppers for me always turn me on so much and makes me wanna cum, so I started pounding harder and harder and making my married bitch moan like a cat in heat. "You ready for my load bitch?" "FUCK YEAH" "You gonna seed your fucking wife with my cum in you bitch?" "YES! Give it to me man! SEED ME!" I pounded his fuck hole harder and harder 'til I felt my cock swell with a big fat load. I thrust deep into his hole and let my cum fill his sweet tight hole, making sure to get deep in there so he'd have it in there until later when he filled up his wife with his own cum. After we fucked, he got on top of my cock, rode my dick, and jerked his cock til he spewed his own cum all over my chest. He shot such a HUGE wad. I hope there is still a load or two left for his wife
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This literally just happened 30 minutes ago. I got this text message on my phone saying "I'm hosting now" and that's all it said. I had no idea who this was or where they got my number but I thought it was a straight guy with whom I had spoken, having connected through Craigslist. He wanted me to fuck him, and he told me to bring condoms, which lead me to think 'Hmmm - if he doesn't have any condojms, then there's a good chance I'll get to bread this sucker'. So, with that hope, I traveled to his house, and, as he had told me, the door was unlocked. Walking in, I found him laying down on a towel, wearing girlie pajama pants. I assume they were his girlfriend's and that he likes to wear them - to feel like less of a man and like the bitch that I was about to make him. I approached him, slid down his girlie pajamas and started lubing up his HAIRY fuckhole with the lube that was on the night table. I started sliding into his TIGHT hairy hole and don't even get the head in when he looked back and asked "Where's the condom?" I was utterly distracted - this guy was one sexy fucker. Hell, I hadn't given any thought to his appearance when he and I were texting - I just wanted a sweet hole to fuck. And bingo, I fucking hit the jackpot. He was handsome, scruffy bearded, and maybe 24 or 25 years old, about 5' 8'' (I LOVE 'em short) and 160 pounds. A fuckin' wet dream. I had to think quickly, so I replied with this lie: "Sorry, guy. I don't have any condoms. I have a girlfriend and apparently we ran-out when we fucked the other day, and, of course, being a woman, she didn't tell me to pick-up more. I also sometimes wonder if she doesn't stock-up because if there's a whole box, she thinks I'll carry 'em and I'll fuck every girl I can." With this I thought (hoped!) he'd simply say "Okay, fuck me bare," but no, his reply was "That's cool" and he reached-over and grabbed a condom from his night table drawer. FUCK! "Will a magnum fit?" "Yeah dude, just put it on me" Well naturally, like most of you fellow breeders, I believe that condoms are the devil, so when he put the condom on me and I was very concerned I'd go soft, but fortunately I knew I'd have a couple of minutes before my dick gave-up the ghost, so I devised a plan in my head that got me even more excited. At this point he was bent over in a position that made it difficult for us to fuck, but I kept it up as long as possible, if only to give him a sense of security. Then we changed positions, and he rode my cock, a position that, by the way, I absolutely hate, as I much prefer to be in control of the fuck. My sense is bottoms should simply kneel on all fours and take my nut, so after a couple more minutes of tearing-up his hole, I suggested the doggie position, and also made sure he saw I was still wearing the condom. Then when he was in the right position, I came-up behind him, discretely took-off the condom, and, my cock pointed straight at his beautiful hairy fuckhole, I slid into my fucking prize. Fuck yeah! This is what I was waiting for. I could feel his hairy hole welcoming my sweet seven inch cock as it slid in and out of him, getting wetter and wetter from the precum I was dumping into his sweet ass. After ten minutes during which I pounded his hole doggy-style, and being so fucking turned on I knew I needed to cum soon - before he suspected anything, I started fucking him harder and harder and treating him like the bitch I knew he wanted to be. I was getting closer and closer 'til finally I pulled out and shot a MASSIVE load all over his hairy wet hole. I pretended that I took off the condom, and got dressed and headed home, proud of myself for stealth barebacking my first guy. Maybe next time I will breed him and then he won't find out until I'm gone and he has cum leaking from his hole. PS: This is the first story I've ever written. I just wanted to share it because it was the first time I ever stealthed a guy! I might be tempted to write more if you guys like.
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Andy McGreggor Seeds an Eighteen-Year Old Hitchhiker. Ted shivered miserably by the side of the motorway. Two days in this fucking county and so far all he'd seen was rain and more rain. His feet were soaked. A car beeped him and sped past. Asshole. Ted was cute. He was just over six foot tall, just eighteen, with blond hair, which he wore short, and a firm boyish body. He had a long, teenage face with a long nose and deep blue eyes. Normally he had the sweetest, most dazzling smile. But not today. Today he looked seriously fucked off. A car was stopping, a nice one. Expensive. Ted opened the door to see an attractive middle-aged man with dark, soft eyes and a rugby player's body. "Get in son," said the man, grinning. "You're soaked." Ted gratefully loaded his wet rucksack onto the backseat of the expensive car and then buckled up. They pulled out onto the motorway. "You know you're not supposed to hitchhike on the hard shoulder," said the man. He concentrated on overtaking a slow moving coach. "You going far?" he asked. "I'm trying to get to the Highlands," said Ted. "That's where I live," replied the man. "I'm Andy, by the way," he added. "Ted," said the young man. "You Scottish?" McGreggor nodded. "You?" "Canadian," replied Ted. "You've a bit of a journey ahead of you," said Andy. "A good six hours or so. I'd take you there but I am planning to spend the night at a motel. I've been driving too long and it's getting late." The man glanced at Ted in the mirror. "Pity," he added. He grinned. "Ah, that's too bad I guess," replied Ted. "How far are you going now?" "Well I had planned on stopping after the Manchester ring road. I could drop you at the service station there." Andy McGreggor zoomed into the fast lane, pushing eighty miles an hour. "I guess," replied Ted, disappointed. "Unless you wanted to..." Andy paused. He shook his head. "No, forget it." "No, what?" asked Ted. "Well I was going to say, you could spend the night at the motel too, and then I could drive you up tomorrow. Or would that be weird?" Andy glanced at his wet passenger. "That would be swell, to be honest," replied Ted. A night in a motel would be great. So far all he'd had were two crap nights in a tent. "It's on me," said Andy. "That sure is kind of you," replied Ted. Ted and Andy McGreggor sat in the harshly lit dining room of the Travel Express Motel. Ted ravenously ate his plate of fish and chips and McGreggor finished the tender chicken breast in mushroom sauce. It wasn't bad for service station food. "You look starving," said Andy. The lad was cute. His long boyish face looked drawn, tired. "Starving and wet and tired and cold," corrected Ted. "Would you like a dessert?" asked McGreggor. "I'll treat you, I know you students are always broke." "Is that OK? You sure?" asked Ted. McGreggor nodded and smiled. "I'll have the sticky toffee pudding and custard in that case," said Ted. He liked this Scottish guy. He had a nice face. Ted liked guys in their forties. They were kinder sometimes. And this man was handsome too. And strong looking. McGreggor turned on the lights of the functional room. It had a double bed, a table, a clean, modern bathroom with shower and a view of the M1 motorway. To Ted it was luxury. "I'm going to get out of these clothes and get into a hot shower," announced Ted. McGreggor unpacked his night things as Ted turned on the hot, steaming water. It was bliss! After two days of rain-filled misery he was in heaven, letting the water scald him. Soon McGreggor heard Ted singing. He went to the bathroom, toothbrush in hand. He glanced at the pile of clothes. He picked up the lad's red briefs. McGreggor sniffed them, deeply. God, that was good, he thought. Pissy, sweaty and sweet. Heaven. "That you Andy?" called Ted, his eyes closed, covered in shampoo. "Aye son," replied McGreggor. He inhaled his fill of boy panties again. The water had been turned off. Ted was looking at McGreggor. "What are you doing?" asked Ted. "I'm sniffing you boy-panties son," replied McGreggor. "Oh," said Ted. "Erm, why?" "Because they smell nice," said McGreggor. He sniffed them again and handed them to Ted, who was wrapped in a towel. The lad had a cracking body, noticed McGreggor. Boyish, athletic, hairless. Nice wee pair of boy-tits. He was pink from the steam. Ted looked at the pair of damp briefs. "Go on, have a wee sniff," coaxed McGreggor. Ted's cock was tenting his towel. He looked big, thought McGreggor, his mouth moist. Ted sniffed. "Good laddie," said McGreggor. He reached for the towel, gently pulling it off. Ted's cock sprang up, firm, spongy. He had a lovely cock, a good seven inches, guessed McGreggor. And uncut. A vein ran the length of the shaft. The lad had shaved off his pubic hair. McGreggor softly stroked Ted's cock and the boy gasped. "You like that son?" asked McGreggor. Ted nodded. "You get nice and dry. I'll pour us a drink," said McGreggor. When Ted came into the room McGreggor was naked. Ted's eyes focused on the man's enormous cock. He gulped. It was the biggest dick he'd ever seen. It was obscene. It was ten inches long, and fat. The head was shaped like a mushroom, dripping threads of sex-mucus. The man was swigging beer from a can. "Suck me, laddie," goaded McGreggor. Ted got to his knees. The lad smelt of shower gel. Ted gulped. "Come on laddie, give it a wee kiss." Ted shyly kissed the tip of the man's moist cock and was rewarded with a cappuccino moustache of salty precum. He inhaled the man's odour; piss, stale sweat, musk. Oh God, it was good, thought the shy teenager. He greedily put the tip of McGreggor's cock in his mouth, the tastes exploding on his taste buds. McGreggor purred like a tomcat. The boy sucked well. McGreggor was impatient. He wanted to see Ted's sweet ass. "Bend over, son," he whispered. "Let Daddy see your wee pussy." McGreggor knelt on the bed, worshiping at the lad's twin buttocks. They were plump, white, fleshy, hairless. McGreggor liked his boys to have plump arses; he liked a bit of wobble. Reverently he peeled the boy's buttocks apart, like a High Priest unveiling the Holy of Holies. There is was! Ted's sweet, virginal boy-cunt, a tiny knot of grey-pink muscle. He sniffed it. Oh son, thought McGreggor, is your pussy ever so good. It smelt of the seaside, of soap, of musk. He probed the velvet muscle with his tongue, delighting in the give of the sphincter. Ted was groaning into the pillow, wiggling his boy-pussy provocatively. It felt good, warm, wet. Ted wanted the man's cock. McGreggor inserted his fingertip and Ted growled. "Yeah," the teenage boy purred. McGreggor probed further. It was good, hot, moist, sticky; a wee bit of shit but never mind. The boy-turd was firm not soft. It didn't matter. He tasted his finger. Lovely; smoky, musky, illicit. He wanted to be inside. McGreggor raised himself up. He rubbed his moist cock head on the lad's pinky-grey slit. Ted wriggled his pussy. "You want me to fuck you sonny?" whispered McGreggor. "You got a condom?" replied Ted. "I don't use them son," answered McGreggor. He rubbed his cock head a little harder. Ted's anus yielded a little. "I never fuck without them," said Ted into the pillow. Shit. He wanted the man's cock real bad. He'd never had one that big. Surely it would be OK, just this once. "Go on laddie," coaxed McGreggor. "It'll be OK. You'll love it." McGreggor pushed the head of his cock further. Oh fuck, it was opening. It was so good. Just let me in, laddie. Just let me in. Ted was sweating. But he didn't say anything further. He just leant forward with his wee pussy spread open. It was too much. McGreggor sank the entire head of his cock into the teenager's velvet colon. Ted howled and buried his head in the pillow. "It hurts," he cried, his voice muffled. "Be a brave boy for Daddy," replied McGreggor. The lad's tissue-thin colon was gripping his horse-cock, sucking it like a toothless puppy. McGreggor pushed in a few more inches and Ted bit into the pillow, drenched in sweet smelling sweat. The room filled with the aroma of man sex. "Go on son, go on now." "I don't know," hissed Ted through gritted teeth. It was stinging real bad, the barely human cock ripping him open. The man was too big. This was a mistake. "Aye, son," coaxed McGreggor. "Just a wee bit more." The pain was like an energy field. It was white, burning. Ted writhed. He sank off his knees onto the bedcover, McGreggor lying on top of him, trapping him, hugging him. McGreggor shoved his huge cock deep, deep into the teenage boy, prodding his spongy boy-clit, poking at the paper-thin lining of his guts. Drool dripped from Ted's mouth. But he was relaxing. The pain was easing, turning to heat. He gasped. He laughed. "Oh fuck man!" cried Ted. "Oh fuck that's good." McGreggor was in a trance. The boy's velvet pussy was gripping his cock like a vice, coating it in boy mucus. McGreggor was close. "You gonna let me seed you, son?" whispered McGreggor. "You gonna let Daddy do that?" "I don't know," whispered the boy. "Aye, go on," urged McGreggor. The middle-aged man was panting, sweating, trembling. He tensed, then it was too late. Hot, potent seed began to erupt from his massive cock like lava. Ted gasped as the warm cum coated his bruised anus. "Oh fuck," cried Ted. "Oh that's good man!" McGreggor withdrew with a plop, his half-heart cock coated in pink mucus. "Thanks son," he said gently, kissing Ted's sweet mouth. "Now, how about you use that nice wee mouth to get Daddy's cock clean for him?" Ted grinned. The man was a freakin' perv. He loved it. The next day, after a full English breakfast, Ted and McGreggor rejoined the motorway. "You know son, you'd be very welcome to come and stay at my castle for a few days if you want to explore the Highlands. And I have some friends who'd love to meet you, said McGreggor. "I'd like that," smiled Ted. Andy McGreggor is the writer of the increasingly popular Kindle books written under his name, all featuring raw fucking, boy-smells and often piss and fisting. I hope you enjoyed this story and I invite you look me up on Amazon. Andy McGreggor is the name.
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