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Will be stopping in Chicago the Sunday - Tuesday of Memorial Day weekend and looking for a sleazy and cruise friendly motel. I have had much success over two weekends at the Heart O Chicago but just checking to see if there are any other options. I am a white bottom that only takes raw superior blk dick. I typically stay in a predominantly black area of the city I am visiting. I also only do motels with the room door opening to the parking lot. I want to be as easily assessable as I can for the normal DL Blk Sir breeder. I also like being near either a bathhouse or adult bookstore arcade so that if at some point the traffic is slow at my room I can go hit up one of those spots for some dick and invite back to my room. So taking suggestions on motels I should check out. I always read reviews and look for key comments on sketchy parking lot or mentioning of people coming and going all night or mentioning of drug selling activity. Any help would be greatly appreciated. I also want to invite any of you Blk Sirs in the Chicago area to come thru. My two weekend I have been there I took loads from 38 blk sirs and then loads from 51 sirs. Let’s get a new record made!!!
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I work at a retail job. Boring, tedious, but a night few days ago was decidedly different. I was working stocking freight when a young man came up to me, and mumbled something to me. I asked him to repeat himself as I didn't hear him. He came closer, pulled down his mask, and told me that I should meet him in the nearby bathroom and suck his cock. Being caught off guard, I didn't know what to say, other than to let him know that I didn't want to get caught and fired. He told me that he would go ahead and be in the bathroom in three minutes, and if I didnt show after five more, he would just go home. After he walked away, I debated on what to do, and decided that I would just go tell him that we should go do things in his car instead of a public bathroom at my job. I walked into the handicapped stall, and he was stroking a huge hard cock, and I couldn't help it. I was on my knees, taking his cock into my throat, gagging on his length, loving the slutty feel of being choked on such a long thick cock in a public bathroom. He was moaning as I worked his cock in and out of my mouth, sucking him and licking his shaft. He pulled out and asked me to bend over, drop my pants, and show him my ass. I dropped my pants and after rubbing his cock along my ass crack a few times, he found my hole and pushed his cock inside, pumping a little at a time, pulling out and pushing in deeper with each penetration until his balls were slapping my ass. We heard someone enter the bathroom, so he pulled out and sat on the toilet, stroking his cock and fingering my hole. After a few people came and went, we were alone again, and he said he was going to cum. He pushed his cock into my hole and a pump or two later he flooded my bowels with his hot load, and remained deep inside me for a minute or two until his cock slipped out and his cum started dripping into my underwear. I quickly pulled my underwear up and got dressed again. I told him to hit me up again sometime, but to try to find a less public place to breed me. I left the stall with a smile on my face and an ass full of cum.
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Looking for anybody who wants to abuse the fuck out of my hole. Will device your cock like a demo slit. Pimp me out - I don’t give a fuck. I’m a dirty whore pig who can pay there own way And am fucking good at admin vers btm - and have good viral load if u want it - I’m cum hungry [deleted]: melbpzslam
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Whenever I watch porn I always skip to certain parts that I know are going to get me hard n horny. I also tend to only watch amateur porn these days rather than generic 'fake' scenes that lack real passion and aggressive fucking. For example; Watching a cock getting sucked doesn't generally do much for me, I like to see the main event... fucking. There is an exception though, if the guy is super hot, massive cock and exactly the type I go for blah blah blah. Anyway, so when I get to the fucking parts I like to see certain things such as the bottoms face, the tops face and a bit of a distant view where I can see both of them in the shot. I don't necessarily need to see the cock. Sometimes just the facial expressions, the rhythm of the fuck, especially if its hard and rough and the fetish gear (uniform, restraints, slings) I hate watching porn where you see endless amounts of close-ups of a cock going in and out of a hole. I loose my hard on. It could be any cock and any hole. It's so much sexier to see the face. Anyone feel the same?
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It’s been ages due to Covid and winter, and desperately needed to get fucked. So the only option was to go to the heath, as one load was never going to be enough. I was getting horny all afternoon gave myself a proper cleaning and sat on a butt plug to get loose and ready. By the time 8pm came around I was seriously leaking, anticipating a great night and finally, some raw loads. I am about 15 minutes away, lubed up i jumped on my scooter and headed up. I had a pair of loose trousers so could totally step out of them and use them as a rest. Parking up I could see a few cars, so headed off down to the path to the dark room, which is a dark leafy area . As I entered I could see quite a few guys already here. I got to the log, took my trousers off and presented my naked ass to the room. Almost immediately one of the guys peeled off and I could hear him crunching towards me. A hand caressed my ass, and then a finger dawdled over my hole, slipped in and could feel the warm lubed ass, ready, waiting. He shifted behind me, I heard his zip and then he shuffled towards me, I could only look down between my legs to see his jeans. Then I felt his cockhead nudge against my hole, gently probing, the mix of precum and lube leaving a warm trail as he gently slid up and down before hesitating, and slowly pushing in. That first cock head is the best moment, as you feel,your hole open up to the pressure. He slowly pushed in as I accommodated his cock, not big but a nice size, perfect for the first fuck. Once in he stopped and I heard him crack open some poppers, sniff hard twice, and then after a hesitation slowly slid all the way back in. I groaned out loud and arched my back. “ you like that don’t you” he whispered, as he started to pull out and push back in. I milked his cock as he pulled out, opening as he thrust in. He groaned, he wasn’t going to last long. He started to pick up speed and I ramped my hips back to meet his thrusts, his breath grew ragged. I could hear others nearby moving in. He sped up, grasped my hips groaned load and rammed in hard, his cock pulsating up my ass, his juice flooding my guts. It felt so good as he held still, his cock pulsing three or four times, then he leaned forwards, resting a moment and whispering “ great ass you slut”. I put my hand between my legs to feel his balls and cock as he slowly pulled out, and caught a little dribble of cum that I quickly licked up, and then moved my hand back to feel my cummy hole, all warm and sticky, with that fresh fucked smell! He zipped up and pulled away, but barely had he stepped away when I felt a thick finger slip into my hole, deep, mixing the cum in my ass, he took his finger out and pushed in two, cum leaked out, it was a big load. “Smells like a slut”, he said out loud. I murmured in agreement, don’t give me the chat just slip your dick in I thought! And sure enough looking between my legs I saw him slip down his trackie, a pair of muscular legs shifted towards me and a fat mushroom head prodded till it found the right spot. He then thrust in hard, taking my breath away, I arched and pushed back to slam my ass back up to his balls. His cock must have been 8 inches and fat, because it filled me. This guy was riding me hard, pulling out and slamming in, and each time he pulled I sucked at his cock with my ass muscles, and could feel the slimy oozing cum. I slipped my hand underneath to feel his full balls, my fingers sliding either side of his cock to feel it’s slippery hardness. We had a real rhythm, him thrusting in hard as I pushed back, my ass opening each time he thrust in. We kept this up for 10 minutes, his hands caressing my stomach as he leaned forwards, both of us sweating hard. “ I’m cumming” he gasped, “breed me!” . And with one final hard thrust he pinned me, his cock slipping deep and hard, swelling as he held me tight, pumping load after load into me. I clamped down on his cock to keep him inside me and pushed back against his hips. He arched back, nestled in and kept his cock inside me until it started to soften. I moved my hips forwards, held his shaft with my hands as his softening cock slipped out, warm, slick and still meaty. I rested my head on my arm, leaning against the trunk, that was a proper fuck! My ass was open and sloppy, my fingers dipped in, and could feel the looseness and brought my fingers back to my mouth to smell and lick the cum. Stayed there for the next few hours and must have taken another 6-7 cocks and a few more loads. By then I figured it was time to move on to the fuck tree. Got there and it was crowded! About 6 bottoms along, asses pointing out and tops buzzing around, fucking. I joined the far end, dropped my trousers and started to bend out, pushing some cum out, but was too far along. Shuffled along into the middle to get that proper bend, back arched. Reached under my balls to finger and stretch my hole. I could see feet shuffling, and then suddenly a cock nudging my hole. Slick and slippery it glided in and nestled deep a moment, and then started pumping. But a few minutes and out again, my ass empty. A few minutes later same thing. I knew he was loving it as he clearly didn’t want to cum.so off again, and then finally he’s back, settles in and starts to pump, my ass opening up to the warm firm thrusts, the cum leaking out making that beautiful sticky, slappy sound of a well bred hole. He picks up the pace, I thrust back to match his rhythms, his balls slamming into my ass. We are both going faster, then I feel him stiffen and push hard, all the way in. His cock fills out, pulses and he shoots deep and hard inside me. A few seconds of hard pulsing, he sighs, leans forward and rests on me as he cock slowly softens. My hand reaches under my balls to feel his shaft as it slides out, a rush of warm cum into my hands and out. A great night, and time to go home!
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My Boy’s Tight Hole Made Me Cum Too Soon When we first started dating, my boy and I played safe with each other, me almost always topping his amazing ass. We were casually seeing a few other guys, sometimes together in hot threeways and fourways. We somehow got less sexually adventurous as we got more serious. We stopped seeing other people and started playing bareback exclusively with each other. Initially, I’d pull out to cum, but after a while, he begged for my load. He really has an incredible ass, plump and round, with a hairy hole hidden deep between the clefts of his cheeks. He liked to show off his hairy crack, and it always turned me on when he used his hands to spread his cheeks wide. The experiences he’d had with other tops taught him a lot of amazing tricks. I couldn’t help but brag to several friends about what a hot bottom my boy was, especially now that we were exclusive and playing raw. That intense hot sex lasted for months. We fucked multiple times a week, me topping him raw and loving it, nearly always cumming inside him, but sometimes pulling out to cum on his hairy hole. I love lapping my load up and tonguing it inside him. Lately though, I noticed a few changes. We used to fuck practically daily, but now it was more like once a week. Regardless, the sex was still much better than most guys could ever hope for. However, I’d noticed that when I’d get inside his hole, I’d cum way too soon for either of our liking. It was as if my cock alone and less frequent fucking had gotten his hole too tight for its own good! When my boy was seeing other people, he regularly got stretched out by a few fuck buddies. Back then, I was also regularly wearing condoms. Dulling sensation always made me last longer, keeping me from feeling just how amazing his raw silky his hole truly is. One night after a sweaty session, I fingered my boy’s hole, slick with of my own fresh load, shot too quickly. We bluntly discussed his raw tight hole getting me off sooner than either of us would have liked. He told me he might have a solution, and he’d ask Brad, a buddy at work for advice. Brad and my boy had fucked regularly before we got serious. I knew he had a thick nine-inch monster dick from a very hot, safe, threeway we’d had a few years ago. We took turns pounding my boy into the mattress, and he loved it. Brad was one of the guys who convinced him to fuck with condoms especially if he was going to regularly get dicked by multiple guys. Although we’d never discussed it, I had seen Brad’s scorpion tattoo near his groin, and I suspected he was POZ. In fact, it turned me on sharing my boy’s hole, even safely, with this sexy hung guy. As hot as one safe cock stretching out my boy was, it was super sexy when he and his partner, Jim, had taken their turn my boy’s hole. Sadly, I’d missed out on that session, but heard that they, safely, used him very well that night. I asked my boy what Brad advised, and he had suggested a three-pronged approach: 1.) Have me wear a condom to fuck my boy to lessen how good his hole made me feel 2.) Get him regularly fucked my a hung guy, or guys, who could keep his hole cored out and loose. 3.) Getting me fucked by a few hung tops so my boy could use my own stretched-out ass too, taking the pressure off me from being the only top. To be continued…
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My name is Eric. I was 19 years old at the time, in college, and I desperately needed money. I was 5'9" and 120lbs, blonde hair and blue eyes, nice 6-pack and a cute butt. I was still a virgin with guys, and I wasn't out, but I knew I was gay. I was pretty inexperienced and extremely naive. But I needed money. I went on Craigslist and started looking around for gigs. I scrolled until one caught my eye. "Young Male Server Needed for Election Party" Huh... I wasn't sure why it mattered that I was young or male, but I figured I fit the description, and I could definitely sling drinks. The presidential election was this coming Tuesday. I just hoped they still needed someone. I emailed, and almost immediately heard back: "Send us a picture. -Aaron" Again, it was weird, but I wasn't in a position to be picky. I sent over a picture of myself. I heard my email ding: "You're perfect. It's $150 for the night. And if you win the election, you'll get $1000. You can be casual, but wear something cute. Here's the address... See you around 7pm on Tuesday." I was so confused, but the lure of $1000 kept me from asking too many questions... I emailed back, "See you then." I pulled up to the house a bit nervous. It was huge, probably a $3 million house. It was modern. There were lots of cars there. I went to the door and rang the bell, and a man came to the door. He was in his 30's, fit with brown hair and a stubbly beard. He was hot, and dressed very well. "Welcome," he said, "I'm Aaron. You must be Eric. Come on in." He showed me to the bar. There were about 3 dozen guys there walking around, and the election results were on the TV as they came in. They were drinking and having a good time, and no one seemed to be paying much attention to the election. I jumped right in and started making drinks and passing them out. There were four other guys there all working with me, all young and hot. I realized quickly that the men were gay. It began to make sense why they wanted young male servers--a little eye candy for the night. One of the men slapped my ass and winked at me as I walked past and no one found it weird. Others were checking me out as I walked around. I kind of liked the attention. I'd never been in a group of gay guys before where I could be myself. It was strange, but I liked it. The night went on and it started getting late. But the guys weren't slowing down. Eventually, the election result was called on the TV. Most of the guys were pissed. A couple were pleased. And I figured things were done, and I could go home soon. Instead, Aaron called us into the living room, asked the four of us to stand in front of the TV. Then he said, "Now it's time to see who wins the election." A few of the men cheered. "Here's how it works: all of the guys here had a ballot at the beginning of the night. They've chosen one of you and voted. I'm going to pull out the ballots one by one. And if it's yours, you have to take off a piece of clothing. The first person naked gets 'elected' and the others can go home with their $150. But the guy who wins the election, gets $1000--and to stay and play with us, of course." My jaw about dropped. One of the other guys shook his head no. Aaron handed him $150 and he made his way to the door. The other two said they were in. Aaron looked at me. "So, what's it going to be, boy?" he asked. I paused for a moment and looked around the room. This was the kind of thing dreams were made of, and I needed the money. I nervously nodded yes, and Aaron smiled. "Good, then let's get started." (to be contintued)
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Last Sunday I saw an older top for the third times. We met of Grindr and the three times i have been to my place has been sensationally pleasurable. He has opened the door, naked, rock hard and he can fuck for a good 40 minutes before he comes. He has a perfectly proportioned thick as cut cock, loves changing positions and he certainly can fuck. As i was playing with his balls and cleaning his cock on Sunday night the thought entered my head that made me wonder just how many bottom men's mancunt he has thrilled with that great cock. I simply asked him while I was holding his manhood "I'll bet this has thrilled a lot of bottom boys over the years." He looked quite serious and said "not as many as you might think" I was married for 40 years and very rarely played around. "What a waste I thought". I am more than willing to help him catch up for lost time.
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So in a couple of weeks, it's gonna be my birthday. I would love for me to be in a hotel room taking loads for a few hours. Always fantasized being a cumdump. Would love to try it out. Live in Carson, CA Cannot host.
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Hello guys from Canada, I write this post because I am curious about knowing about gay social life in that country. Obviously all migrant must work and get a good future, but I find it curious to know about the cruising or bathouses in the US but never about Canada. I have a friend in Toronto but his life is a bit calm, has a couple, it has told me things but I would like to know if it really is a boring place or you can have lusty sexual experiences. Thanks for your answers.
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Before the main story, some info about me is in order. I recently turned 26 years old and have long decided that I am happy being with men more than women. Up to this point I have always played safe, but lately I have begun to have thoughts of ditching the condoms and having sex as nature intended. I was scrolling through ads on craigslist after work on a Friday and came across an ad that would change my life. The title was simple – “Seeking bottom for a wild weekend party.” I was extremely intrigued and decided I didn’t have anything to lose, except maybe my bareback virginity, and answered the ad. I sent my stats and pictures to the poster and awaited an answer. I didn’t have to wait long, as within 10 minutes I was given an address, directions and instructions. I was to wear a jockstrap and clothing I could take off easily. I needed to clean out and drive to the location which is in the middle of the woods east of town. I got ready, got in my car and made the 30-minute drive. The instructions said I would need to plan to be gone all weekend and be ready to have a good time and be ready to serve. I was nervous and excited the whole drive over. Once I arrived, I was met at the door by a younger guy (about 35 or so) who was wearing nothing but a blue armband with the number 18 on it. He directed me to strip to my jock and follow him to the “dungeon”. We walked into a room and I counted no less than 60 men standing around naked. Each with a similar armband of either blue, yellow or red with varying numbers. I saw a sling and a large screen with a random generator. I was led to the sling and locked in place by my wrists and ankles. I was lubed and told the computer would randomly choose a person by color and number. On each round I could opt to pass once and get a different draw but would be required to take the second person if I did. I was told there would be NO CONDOMS and absolutely NO PULLING OUT. Once a cock entered my hole, I would not see it out again until I had received the load of the man attached. I shivered with the realization that I was about to lose my bareback virginity, but agreed to the rules. The program began to spin through colors and numbers and I waited with anticipation watching to see who would be the first potential man to take my raw cherry. The program slowed and on the screen read: Blue 5. A man of about 45 with large muscles, sandy hair and green eyes stepped forward. He had an average cock – 7 inches long and narrow with a medium mushroom head. I was asked if I would like to pass, but decided to take this man. He walked to my ass and sank his cock into me in one swift stroke. This brought a moan from him and caused me to grit my teeth and cry out at the sudden invasion. He began to pound away at my ass and continued varying his stroke depth and speed for a long time until I could tell he was getting close. His breath changed and he gripped my thighs. He growled and shouted – “Take my hot poz load bitch!” I paled at what I had just heard and tried to swing myself off his cock to no avail. He pumped what felt like a gallon of acrid jizz up my hole. I freaked out for a moment realizing what had just happened. Then as he pulled out of my ass, I realized I had signed up to lose my bareback virginity and began to accept the fact that I knew there may be poz loads involved. Too late now anyway, guess only time would tell what happened from that load. The host asked if I was ready for another spin of the 'wheel'. I nodded, realizing this would be one VERY long weekend. To be continued…?
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So out of the bottoms on here, who's picky who fucks them? Does it depend on the situation? Place? How horny you are? I find that when I'm out cruising or at a bath house I'll wander around and if there isn't anyone really my type I'll lower my standards a bit and make the best of a bad situation. But then on other occasions when I'm feeling really fucking horny I kinda want to get my ass pounded by some disgusting ugly top… strange I know, probably because I get off on being used by anyone or anything. Made to do disgusting things like service a top I wouldn't usually go near I do find that these kind of tops will do pretty much anything I want, so bareback is pretty much guaranteed. I suppose thats a bonus
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Queens county inn and suites hotel on Crescent St. blindfolded ass up door open. Easy access just walk to elevator like you’re a guest. (516) 266-7413 For room number. All loads accepted
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Marked as His: I had three pretty hot breeding experiences within about a month of one another and know that I got positive from one of them – or maybe got poz cum from them all. The first was the story of my first group breeding and first time taking cum in my ass. https://breeding.zone/topic/35240-my-first-group-breeding-and-experience-with-watersports/ The second was when I was bred by a married Mexican man. https://breeding.zone/topic/35252-bred-by-a-married-mexican-man/ Here is the third breeding. After being bred by the married guy, I could not stop thinking about him or the construction guy from Houston who fucked me in the adult theater along with a few others. Even though I felt guilty and ashamed, my ass was hungry and I wanted to feel full again and to experience that mind-blowing sex sensation I had when they bred me raw. A couple other guys who wore condoms had fucked me since I got bred, but it was boring and very unfulfilling even when one of them was pretty aggressive. I didn’t understand, and at the time did not make the connection to the fact they had fucked me raw. It was a Saturday afternoon and I had signed into an internet chat room and was messaging with a black guy. He sent me a pic of his dick and it was very long and thick, with a lot of foreskin. I was hooked. In addition, he sounded very nice and sweet and asked if I would be interested in coming over for a drink. I said sure and soon was on my way. When I got to his place he greeted me at the door and invited me in. We went to the living room and sat with our drinks and chatted, and talked mostly about sex, about how I loved to get fucked, and he said he liked long, slow fucks where he could hold someone. I said that sounded great. Before long he moved over closer to me and started kissing me. Gently at first, then a little harder, a little harder, and I backed off and said, “I’m sorry. I’m not sure I’m up for this.” He replied, “No problem,” although he did not look happy. We continued to relax, drink, and chat and about 10 minutes later he got up and went to the bathroom to take a piss. I was then quite surprised when he came back out and I looked up and saw he was totally naked with a rock-hard dick that pointed out from his muscled body. I started to stand up to say something, although I’m not sure what as I was battling between, “I should go,” and “Fuck me now!” By before I could say a word he was on me, pushed me back onto the couch and started to yank my shorts down. I said, “Stop, stop, no,” as I kept struggling – half heartedly - and he just laughed. My shorts were only half way down as he flipped me around and pushed my face down into the couch cushion and then plunged his cock up my ass. I screamed out and tried to get away but his full weight was on me. My chest and face were on the couch and knees on the floor with him squatting above me and slam fucking his raw dick into me dry. Every stroke felt like he was ripping my ass. After the first couple he pulled all the way out, then went all the way back in again, but deeper this time. “TAKE THIS BLACK DICK, YEAH, TAKE IT!” he kept saying over and over as he fucked faster. His strong hands were on my shoulders and every time he thrust in he pulled back on my shoulders and shoved in deeper. Far too quickly I felt him stiffen and his whole body started to quiver and he grunted, thrust one last time, then yanked his cock out of my ass. He then knelt down beside me and said, “YOU’RE WHITE ASS IS MINE NOW. I JUST MARKED YOU AS MINE. YOU ARE MY PUSSY NOW, NOW GET UP.” I stood up and tried to yank up my shorts as he pushed me ahead of him towards his bedroom. I could not believe his cock was still hard and it looked mean and angry. His room was pretty dark, but I could see a huge, elevated, four-poster bed and he had some straight porn playing on a TV of some black guys fucking a white woman. He pushed me towards the bed and as he did he grabbed the back of my t-shirt and yanked it off over my head. My owner then yanked my shorts all the way down, pushed/half threw me back on the bed, bent down and raised my legs up so I was laying on my back with my ass was near the edge of the mattress. He stuck a couple fingers up my ass and I flinched as he worked them around. “I need some more white pussy – you going to give it to me? Huh? That pussy felt good and I can fuck for hours.” I started to say I didn’t think I could take it again, but he yanked his fingers out of my ass and stuck them in my mouth. He said, “Yeah taste my cum from your pussy. You’re mine now, I made you all mine.” He reached over to the bed stand and grabbed a bottle of lube that was there, squirted some on his dick, then grabbed a bottle of poppers. He handed them to me and told me to take a hit. I had never used poppers before so did not know what he meant, so he showed me. “You better take a big hit, you’re gonna need it as I plan to tear that pussy up.” I took a hit of the poppers, and laid back and felt the heat and rush in my head. I let out a sigh and felt his dick slam backup into my hole. I looked up at his face and he had such an evil gleam in his eyes and a twisted little smile as he held my legs to the side while he fucked. “YEAH, NICE WHITE PUSSY, MAKING YOU MY PUSSY, YEAH, TAKE THIS BLACK DICK, HMMM….” I had never been with someone who did racial, dirty talk or called my ass a pussy and could not help but laugh on the inside as I realized I was thinking about that while this big man was fucking me. I had slid back some on the bed so he pulled me closer to the edge and slowed his pace a little and started working his dick from side to side and at angles when he pushed in. Being fucked rough, raw, and with such desire and passion felt so fucking amazing! There was no pain, just this amazing feeling of him inside me. My BBC owner then pulled his cock out and I snapped back to reality and looked up at him. He had a serious and determined look on his face now, no smile, so I didn’t know what was wrong. He let my legs drop and then bent down over me so his face was inches from mine. “What do you need?” I didn’t understand what he was talking about. He asked again, “What do you need?” and I said, “Your dick.” With his left hand he grabbed my face and said again, “What do you need?” and I said, “Your black dick.” He smiled a little and said once more “What do you need?” and I replied, “Your black dick in my white pussy. It’s your pussy, please fuck it!” His face lit up with a huge smile and I felt frozen looking into his eyes, silently pleading for him to fuck me. He then stood, climbed all the way onto the bed, pulled me up beside him, pushed me onto my stomach, climbed onto my back and put his full weight on me. I moaned as he took his and parted my ass cheeks while he started working his dick back inside my sore ass. My new BBC lover went slowly at first and because I was not used to being fucked this way I started to squirm a little. He then shifted his weight again and hooked his left arm under and around my neck and with his right, he pulled my right arm back and held it. His dick felt so good and I started whimpering/grunting with every thrust he made and from the heat and sweat of his hard body against mine, and his heavy breath in my ear. He was deliberate, methodical, and quiet as he fucked me like that for a long time and showed me he had the stamina of race horse. After a while, he started getting verbal again. “OH YEAH, MAKING THAT MY WHITE PUSSY, MAKING THAT PUSSY HURT. YOU WANT THAT PUSSY TO HURT?” I didn’t say anything and he cuffed the side of my head. So I said, “Yes Sir, please make it hurt.” He grunted and kept thrusting. “I’VE MARKED THAT PUSSY AS MINE NOW. NO ONE ELSE BETTER BE UP IN THAT PUSSY UNLESS I SAY SO, YOU HEAR? TELL ME WHAT YOU NEED, TELL ME WHAT YOU NEED.” So I started begging for him to fuck me, “Please give me your black dick, please make that pussy yours.” Each time I said that he fucked harder and deeper. Soon he was slamming my ass and his arm around my neck got tighter and tighter. I could hardly breathe and when I tried to move my right hand he held me down tight. He then screamed in my ear, “AAHHH FUCK BITCH!” and then I felt him shoot. His cock swelled up and I could feel it spasm as shot of shot of cum went up my ass. I could feel the heat of his load and mixed with the smell of his sweat and him on me, it made my dick shoot. He laid on me for a while, then got up and went to the bathroom. He came out, tossed me a towel and asked if I wanted something to drink. We then went to the living room and watched TV like nothing had happened at all. It was getting late so I said I should go, he just looked at me, got up, started turning off the lights and went into the bedroom. I was not sure what to do so I followed, got undressed, and crawled up on the bed beside him. My BBC owner rolled me to my side, nestled his dick up against my ass, and we went to sleep. STAY TUNED FOR: MARKED AS HIS – EPILOGUE – PART 1 – HOLD THE CUM IN
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It was one of those days at work when it seemed like half the office was out with some kind of bug. But I had an itch. I wanted to fuck. So I got online and within a few minutes, a guy and I chatted. I liked his rapid-fire response. He was horny like me and obviously wanted to get it on. He was 41 with a solid bod, or so the pics appeared. He was about 170 and 5 feet, 6 inches tall with light brown hair and a nice goatee. He had some hair pretty much all over, but he was not a bear or even what I'd consider moderately hairy. He worked outdoors, so it was still tan, even here in the dead of a gloomy winter. In the last few moments of directions, he asked me how I wanted to be met at the door. "Naked," I responded. "No prob." Now, I've asked this of others and found, for the most part, people put something on, even if it's just a towel. But when the door swag open wide at his handsome home, I was pleased to see a naked and tattooed man. I pulled him close, kissing him deeply, and automatically cupping one of his ass cheeks. We were upstairs quickly and he was on his knees sucking my cock immediately. I removed much of my clothing leaving my cock sliding into his warm mouth. Letting him fully taste my now leaking cock. I grabbed his chin and bent over, my cock leaving his lips with a pop, until we were kissing deeply again. I finished removing what was left of my clothes in that kiss. I broke away and he looked up at me. Despite this butch man's appearance, it was obvious he craved to be dominated. And I was not going to disappoint. So I pushed him onto his hands and knees to get a closer look at his ass. I spread his cheeks and, with only a moment's pause, dived in tongue-first, jabbing at his pucker. Of course, I slobbered plenty. I love fucking with only spit as lube. Some call it prison lube. Whatever you want to call it, there's something natural about fucking with only spit and ass juice. Adding cum for good measure doesn't hurt either. "Oh fuck yea!" he grunted. "Taste my fuck hole." I dug in deeper, plunging my tongue in for a taste of that sweet, sweet hole. "You gotta taste it too," I came up for air and pulled him up and around, kissing him so he could lick the flavor of his ass off my tongue. And he moaned as he voraciously kissed. I leaned back and guided his head toward my cock. He went down like a starving man at an all-you-can-eat buffet. He came up for air just a moment. "GODDAMN! I love precum!" He screamed. Then he went back to eating my cock, which I am sure was leaking plenty for him. I pushed him off after a while and hiked him up onto a low chair, pushing his legs high. I went down to that hole for just a moment before coming up on my knees. For the first time, I reached around to the pocket of my jeans and pulled out a brown bottle of poppers. I took a deep snort after opening it and handed it to him. He snorted deeply too and handed me the bottle back. I put the top on. Then I shoved my cock into his hole. I didn't ask if he wanted it raw or not. Didn't really give a shit. I was going to fuck him. There wasn't a protest. Just a loud grunt followed by a deep growl. Someone liked a cock in their ass. So I went to town, fucking the shit out of him, letting him know who was in control. I grabbed the arms of the chair and as I thrusted into him, I pulled on those arms so his ass was coming toward me as my cock was going it. He loved it. After about 10 minutes of non-stop fucking, I pulled out and backed away. His eyes popped open and gazed down at my red, rockhard cock. "Is that precum?" he finally asked, pointing at the bead of pearl on the tip of my cock. "Looks like it." There was a pause, but I knew what he wanted to ask. I didn't give him the chance. I stood up and pulled his face toward my cock. His mouth opened with anticipation, but I held it just an inch or two away. "You want that precum?" I asked. "Yes Sir," he said. "You want to taste your own ass juice?" I asked. "Yes Sir," he said, with no hesistation. "Ask me then," I said. He looked up at me, swallowed hard and then said, "Please, Sir, might I suck your cock? I would like to taste my ass juice and your precum on it." I looked as if I was contemplating, but then pulled his face to my cock and let him slurp it up. He was digging it. "Do your ass juice taste good, boy?" I asked. "Yes Sir," he said, coming off my cock only long enough to answer. I pulled him off and then turned him around to fuck him doggie style. I opened up his ass, seeing a lot of juice already leaking out of it. I scooped a little up. "Open your mouth," I said. He looked around and did so. As I pushed my wet left hand in front of his face and he started licking, I pushed my cock past the barrier again. I continued an assault on his ass, pulling out only to feed my cock to him. Letting him get a good taste of his ass and my precum. The combination of constant fucking, occasionally sucking and plenty of poppers had us ripe with sweat. I finally too him to his bedroom, pushing him flat and face down so I could really fuck him at will. I plunged my cock into his hole. Bare. Raw. By now, sweat was all we needed for lube. He was grunting with each thrust, pushing his ass up to meet my seven-and-a-half-inch cock. "Please, Sir," he said. "What?" I asked, still pushing my cock into his hole. "Would you please shoot your load?" he asked. "It's going deep inside your ass," I said with no emotion. He just moaned. A few minutes later, I was breathing hard. Almost there. Almost. And then I did it, pushing my cock as deep and as far inside as I could go. I let loose. My cock throbbed. "OH FUCK!" he screamed. "I CAN FEEL IT!" And my cum started shooting into his ass. "GAWD-FUCKING-DAMN! Feel that cum!" he screamed and grunted. After a few minutes of recovery, his ass massaging my still-hard cock, I pulled out and rolled over. "Thank you," he said, looking at me. "You're not done yet," I said. "Oh?" he looked. "Clean my cock off, boy," I said. He was only happy to oblige.
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Where Fairy-Tails Come True: The moon hung low and full over the western Maryland countryside and the last vestiges of winter snow still struggled to hold on in the shadows of the forest’s sentinels. I might have stopped to relish that all if I were still a man – well at least that moment anyways – but as I ran with my pack the only things racing through my mind was the scent of the my former frat brother and the overpowering musk being released all around me as a dozen other dicks stiffened, drooled, and marked our trail. Once upon a time I was just a naïve freshman attending American University (AU) in Washington, DC. I had an idyllic life. Mom, dad, pain in the ass kid sister, trophies and accolades, and not a worry in the world. Well, that’s not totally true. I did have one worry, a really big one. I liked dick. I couldn’t help it. I had tried, but I couldn’t stop sucking on any dick I could find or bending over and taking it up the ass. Mall bathrooms, club stairwells, my neighbor’s barn with the lawn guy – didn’t matter, I needed raw dick and cum. Any dick was good, but big, tough, masculine daddy dick was the best! My parents had even sent me to one of those rehab places, but nothing worked, so my father resigned himself to my ‘secret’ urges and even started me on PREP and I agreed to try to keep it all private. Fuck! It was harder than you think and I was always fucking horny and doing the whole ‘dinner and a date’ thing was just not my speed. I was a clean cut, all American jock who liked it dirty, sleazy, and to the right of pig especially from those top pigs were POZ. Being neg and chasing AIDs dick was so fucking hot and every time I thought about a POZ top sperming me up with a toxic load I had to jack off. AU was my dad’s alma mater and he was one of their biggest donors, I felt like I had eyes on me 24/7. I was so paranoid I even paid another freshman for his iPad, and set up a fake account so I could troll online to try to find some nasty daddy dick. I guess DC has a pretty active online sex scene compared to some places, but fuck I had a hell of time finding daddy dick willing to give me POZ cum. It was not an age thing, but the look, the masculinity, the self-assurance, their need to fuck and give me their cum no matter what and I was happy to oblige! Lucky for me I’m also a tech wiz and the darkweb – the deep underbelly of the internet – was like a second home to me and it did not take me long to find a few kinky dad types who were willing to breed me on the regular in their office, the Macy’s bathroom, or their family room while their wife was upstairs sleeping. No names, no chatting, no pretending it was anything more than my raw ass taking their raw dick – no questions asked. A couple of them I saw more than once, but most were cum and go and I had to keep trolling to satisfy my urges and need – that is until I met Clifton. I had started during the summer term and had been on campus for about 6-weeks the first afternoon I went to meet Clifton. He worked as the Super, or head maintenance man in one of the big old fancy, residence buildings up in Kalorama. I hopped out of the taxi, walked around to the back and to a service entrance door nestled in the gray granite stones of the foundation. Clifton had the door propped open and was standing in the small stairwell with his right foot up on the second step as he leaned onto his right leg, taking a smoke break. I stopped at the top of the steps, Clifton smiled, stood up, dropped his cigarette onto the bottom step and put it out while I looked him over in his sexy gray uniform and thought he looked fucking hot as hell. Here was a real daddy for sure! He then stepped back against the open door as I came down the few steps and started to enter the basement. Clinton’s sweaty, hairy arm shot out, blocking the door. I looked up into his face – he was a good deal taller than me and thickly built, with wavy, greasy, long black hair slicked behind his ears, bushy eyebrows, a thick mustache and beard, hairy arms, and the bluest eyes I had ever seen. I stared into those azure depths and couldn’t wait to taste what he had hidden. Clifton then casually leaned forward, his head on one side, his arm on the other, me in between and he took two, long, deep sniffs of me. Weird right? But at the moment I really didn’t think anything of it, as I was anxious to get my daily dose of dick. Clifton pulled back, his nostrils flared, his eyes closed, as he now inhaled slow, deep, and steady. Now I thought what? Do my pits stink? “Come in back, I think I got just what you need,” Clifton said as he dropped his arm and locked the basement door behind us. I had to quick step to keep up with his long strides and a few turns down a couple dimly lit basement hallways he unlocked another door and led me into what looked like a monk’s cell. A small twin-size bed, a metal locker, a wood chair by a small table with a laptop sitting open, a mini-kitchen that looked like it came out of an RV was all there was and it was spotless. Nothing was lying around, not piece of clothing, there were no pictures, not even an ashtray. I chuckled, “Man, you live light. Is this where you live really? Being the Super and all figured you’d have something a bit, wel….” Clifton was laying his pressed uniform over the back of the chair and all other thoughts vanished as I took in his big daddy body and dark fur that seemed to cover his chest, torso, back, and legs. Even his ass was a bit hairy and waves of man musk came off him like a thunderstorm rolling down the Potomac. “You going to just talk or suck my AIDs dick?” Clifton asked. Those were the magic words. I scurried over and dropped to my knees but my new daddy stopped me, “Take that shit off first. I want to see what I’m working with.” I stood back up, stumbled and fumbled as I took my shorts and t-shirt off and then puffed out my chest for my final inspection. Clifton circled me two, then three times, each time pausing along his journey to lean in and SNIFF me. The final circle he let out a little grunt and growl, pushed me to the floor and hefted his big dick up for me to see his monster balls. “Lick them clean,” Clifton ordered. His balls were huge, perfectly formed eggs and his sack was covered in the same, thick black hair as the rest of him. I eagerly went to town, slurping, licking, tasting his salty man funk with the occasional pause to pull a hair or two out of my teeth. When he was satisfied, the furry daddy pushed my head away and said, “Open that mouth.” I did, my neck craned, my eyes closed as he spit onto my face, in my mouth, his mouth juice dribbling down my chin. He then tilted my head forward a bit and stuffed it with his ripe dick until I was gagging like the hungry slut I was. “SWALLOW THAT AIDS DICK. YOU SAID YOU KNEW HOW TO DEEP THROAT A MAN’S DICK. I’M NOT SURE I BELIEVE YOU YET. YOU NEED TO LET GO. RELAX. LET ME DO THE WORK. YOU BETTER SUBMIT RIGHT OR WE DONE. I TOLD YOU – IF I CAN’T USE YOU LIKE I WANT AND HOW YOU SHOULD BE USED IT’S NOT HAPPENING. HOW HUNGRY ARE YOU PUP? SHOW ME HOW HUNGRY THAT MAN HOLE IS FOR MY POZ CUM. THAT’S RIGHT. GOOD. SLOBBER MY DICK UP. NOW TAKE A DEEP BREATH IF YOU NEED TO BECAUSE IT’S TIME TO BREAK THAT NECK AND FORCE FEED YOU,” Clifton warned. I had spit running down my chin and my tongue and jaws hurt already, but this was the best dick I had ever tasted! It was a good 9-inches and super thick, perfectly round, with the longest foreskin ever and cheesy underbelly! The shaft was also hairier than I thought possible, but I didn’t care. All I knew is that I wanted it up my ass – and soon! Daddy growled, “THERE YOU GO. THAT’S IT. GAG ON THAT FUCKER. SWALLOW IT ALL PUP – RIGHT THE FUCK NOW – SWALLOW – AHH!” Clifton grabbed both sides of my head, angled it a little to the left and slammed hard and fast into my throat. He was right. My gag relax broke and a few strokes later he was unleashing a flow of thick, daddy cum down my throat and into my stomach and as the first gobs hit, my entire abdomen got warm, my body tingled, I shivered, and had what felt like an organism without cumming. I breathed deep to catch my breath as Clifton stepped back, looked at me, tilted his head, looked at me again, SNIFFED, squinted with an unspoken question, shrugged, then said, “NOW FOR THAT PRIME ASS. STAND UP AND BEND FORWARD, I ALWAYS EAT WHAT I FUCK AND BREED – BEFORE AND AFTER.” I was panting like I had just run a mile in a minute as this daddy lapped, slurped, nipped, and tongue fucked my ass. HOLY SHIT that felt good and I was a blabbering idiot begging for his dick. Clearly having done this move plenty of times before, Clifton pulled his face out of my ass, stood to his full height, planted his feet firm, grabbed my hips, and slammed his hard dick into my spit-slicked hole. Fuck I loved it! That’s the way a man should fuck. “FUCK ME HARDER DADDY. HARDER, PLEASE YES, FUCK MY ASS, FUCK ME – PULL IT ALL THE WAY OUT AND SLAM BACK IN. I NEED THAT AIDS CUM DADDY – PLEASE DADDY!” I begged and pleaded and whined and moaned. Clifton just laughed without letting up and, “TIGHT PUP HOLE RIGHT THERE. FUCK YEAH – GOING TO KNOCK YOU UP FUCKING CHASER – GOT ANOTHER LOAD FOR YOU COMING YOUR WAY - RIP THAT ASS UP AND FEED YOU THIS AIDS NUTT. HERE IT FUCKING COMES – LOAD NUMBER TWO FOR THAT BOY HOLE – THAT BOY HOLE GOING TO GET BRED LIKE PUSSY – DADDY’S GOOD PUSSY – CUMMING UP YOUR HOLE – CUMMING IN YOU – FUCK YEAH – HERE IT GOES – GGGGRRRRR – GGGGRRRRR – GGG….” The hairy daddy’s cum made my ass feel on fire! Spurt after spurt of it got planted deeper and deeper with every thrust and my body shook and spasmed even more. Clifton let go of me, knelt behind me, “Push it out, open those ass lips, let me taste it.” I did as he asked and his rough tongue licked my hole clean. When he was finished he stood up, his beard wet with my ass, and smiled, his azure eyes were lit with dark fire, and by his still hard dick I could see his need was still burning too. I dropped to my hands and knees and turned and asked, “Can you scoop some out for me to taste this time?” Daddy chuckled, “You nasty chaser slut,” then dropped his hairy dick into my wet hole and about 10 minutes later fucked another load up there and this time he shred what he ate after. For the next several weeks I balanced school, my new frat responsibilities, and serving my hairy daddy. Before I left that first day he had said he wanted to fuck me every day and this was a test to see how submissive I could be, if I obeyed, and how well I could take dick. No excuses and the first time I made an excuse about why I could not come serve him, that was it. Well, it wasn’t easy as he never fucked me on a schedule. Sometimes I had barely got back to my dorm before he would text me and tell me to be back at his place at 5:00 a.m. the next morning, or the middle of the day, or late at night and then be back there 3-hours later. I had to skip a few classes and make excuses for missing some other things and find ways to make it all up, all the while taking his hairy dick and hot cum. The second time I visited he scratched my hole up good, dry fucked me, rough and hard and my ass hurt and throbbed, but I took it. I knew this was a test and I was damn sure going to pass. Two weeks in I had no gag reflex left and Clifton could slam his hairy dick balls deep without having to hold my head. He was so proud of me! That moment, that moment of feeling someone else’s pride in me was totally knew as my own parents had never felt like that no matter what I had done. Clifton continued to find new, rougher, wilder ways to give me his hot cum. We fucked in an empty condo in his building, we fucked outside at night on the lawn, we fucked in a park in downtown DC, and I was constantly checking my phone for the text to tell me the next when and where. I was hooked and ready for any challenge. About five weeks in was my first ‘big’ surprise. Clifton met me at the door, led me back to his room, and there at his small table gorging away on some food from 7-11 was a bum. Homeless, dirty, smelly, bum. His clothes were ragged, his toes showed through his old sneakers, his hair was matted and patchy and he looked so skinny and sickly like the AIDs bug had feasted on his flesh and he had just climbed out of the grave. He stood up, wiped his dirty hands on his clothes and Clifton said, “Suck his dick then he’s going to fuck you raw and breed that pup ass.” I was willing to do anything to please my hairy daddy and without hesitation I stripped, walked over to the homeless guy, got on my knees, worked his dick out, sucked the crust and dirt off, spit it up, then leaned on the table as he raw fucked me with a super thick 10-incher. I focused on giving him the fuck of his life, and was confidant that it had, but kept thinking, “What is it about these guys and sniffing/huffing me?” When the homeless guy blew his cum into me I got the same, weird intense orgasmic feeling through my whole body like I did with Clifton. When he finished, I looked at Clifton who was beaming with pride again! Six weeks in was my next test. This time Clifton texted me a hotel address and room number that was not far from the White House. I got to the room and was greeted by a big black man wearing a white, hotel bathrobe. He let me in, I looked around for Clifton and when the bathroom door in the suite opened I was expecting it would be him. It was not. It was another black guy, almost a mirror image of the first. Both tall, well built, fairly hairy which in my experience I thought was a bit unusual. The one in the robe dropped it to the floor and started stroking a big 11-inch dick. The one who came out of the bathroom started spanking his. I knew what I was there for and quickly got naked and immediately was nailed at both ends. Not a word was said – or needed to be – as these two men used me for their ultimate pleasure and I did everything I could to make sure they were satisfied and let them fill me with their raw dicks deep and hard, over and over. I never said the words ‘AIDs’, nor did they, but knowing Clifton and him knowing what I wanted, I would have bet money they were POZ too and I secretly thanked him for every charged load they gave me. Same as with the homeless guy, they both sniffed and huffed while in me, growled and scratched a bit, and were even rougher than Clifton had ever been. I took it all and each time one of them came inside me, the same weird orgasmic feeling would shockwave through my body. I had never experienced a thing like that before Clifton and did not understand at the time what it meant for my future. I ended up staying the entire night with them and part way through, the two guys had me squat over a glass and push their nutt out. It took me a second to relax, but when it came, it flowed, and I gasped as the glass was literally half full of thick, milky sperm. They both laughed, and the first one I had met said, “Alright, pull those legs up, time to fill you up so that glass is brimming.” Several loads and hours later I was sitting in a taxi gently holding the now filled glass in a paper bag trying to make sure none of it spilled. My entire body felt like I had ants on the inside of my skin and they were all making little camp fires. It was like a deep fever – so fucking weird. I got to Clifton’s, he beamed with pride as he took the glass of black cum and ass juice, then handed it to me. Without saying a word I knew what he wanted and started to sip, then gulp, then guzzled it down. It was like raw egg, sliding down and coating my throat, my stomach. It smelled of 10-day-old meat, man musk, and had taken on a tinge in color, but tasted fucking fabulous and I needed every drop. I anxiously ran my fingers around the glass to get what was left as Clifton took the glass back, set it down, bent me over and slam fucked me hard as he could. Once he had bred me, Clifton took me over to his bed, had me sit, then handed me a piece of paper, “I know your fall break is coming up. You’ve done a great job pup and I believe that….well no matter what I believe, it’s time to find out for sure. Here. I need you to go on a little trip, up to my home town. The first set of directions are for the cabin where you’ll be staying for the week. The next is for a local bar there. I want you to get there by 5:00 p.m., sit at the bar and drink as much as you want until 6:00. At 6:00, I want you to tell the bartender ‘Nanna is rising’, then get up, go into the men’s room and wait. You will spend the evening in there sucking every dick and being fucked by every man who walks in. The bartender will keep your drinks coming but you don’t leave that bathroom until closing time understand?” I tried to ask Clifton some questions, but he just shook his head, handed me the paper, and pointed to the door. I didn’t understand this at all, but knew it was a test of some kind, and like all the other tests my hairy daddy had given me I would pass this one too and on the taxi ride back to the dorm began fantasizing what the men were like in Clifton’s home town and wondering if they were all like him. Now I know and my life has changed forever. Stay tuned for Chapter 2 – Toxic Lycan Nutt
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I've been in Covid lockdown for nearly 2 months. I've never in my life gone this long without dick. So, I haven't had any new experiences to write about. But, my mind has been remembering some past experiences that make me anxious to get back out there. This experience happened several years ago. I had pretty much forgotten about it. But I actually dreamed about it last night. So, I thought I'd write it down while it's in my memory. First off, I have to tell you that I LOVE poppers. I've been using them for decades. I do miss the old poppers, which are illegal, now. You know, the little glass capsule, covered in gauze netting. You'd break the capsule, put it in the aluminum cylinder and sniff. Real Amyl. Damn! That was hot! The stuff out there now is nothing like it. But, I still do like to get the quick buzz, even if it doesn't last long. Anyway, I live in a city where poppers are readily available at the many sex shops in town. However, there was a guy here in town that advertised on Craigslist all the time. Offering poppers at a highly reduced price. He even sold some brands that were not available in town. Including one unnamed, unlabeled, little brown bottle that would kick you on your ass. It was twice the price of my usual brand. But, for special occasions, it was fun to use. Anyway, this guy (I'll call him Brian) sold poppers out of a refrigerator in his garage. He was a tall, muscular guy in his late 60's. For a man his age, he had an absolutely amazing body. He stood about 6'4''. He had a broad, muscular, hairy chest. Muscular arms and legs. He wasn't exactly beautiful of face. But his impressive build was a huge turn on to me. Even though Brian wasn't exactly a handsome man, there was something about him that I found incredibly appealing. He had that strong, silent, hypermasculine Marlboro Man look to him. In addition to being tall, his hands and feet were quite large. Making me wonder if his dick was as big? He normally wore rather tight jeans. And occasionally, I could make out a rather impressive bulge in his crotch. I began to purchase my poppers from Brian about 10 years ago. The transactions were always very businesslike. I'd send him a text that I needed poppers. We'd set up a time. I'd drive to his home. Park in front and text him that I was there. He'd text me to come in. He'd open his garage door. I'd go it, pay him for the poppers and go. He was pleasant, but not much of a talker. It was always quick and businesslike, with little chat or small talk. I had no idea whether Brian was gay, bi, straight or what? I really didn't know anything about him. I'd been buying from Brian for several years. Normally just one bottle at at time. But one afternoon I told him I wanted 3 of my regular brand. And I wanted one of his "special" unlabeled bottles. As we made the transaction in his garage, he offhandedly said, "This is a big order for you. Have you got something special going on, on, or just stocking up?" "Yeah. I'm renting a hotel room tomorrow. I'm hosting an anonymous breed and seed party. The brown bottle is for me. It's not going to leave my hands and I'm not sharing." I said with a chuckle. "The other bottles I'll have available for the other guys that want to use them." "Damn!", he said with a sly smile on his face. "You never struck me as the kind of slut that hosts those things." I just laughed. "Oh, I'm a horny slut, for sure. I love taking hard dicks and loads." Brian just smiled a bit from one corner of his mouth and put the 4 bottles in a small paper bag. Handing them to me, he said "Sounds fun. I haven't been to one of those in quite some time." "I don't know anything about you, Brian. Mind if I ask if you're gay? I've never been sure?" "Well, Dave. Not exactly sure how to answer that? I consider myself straight. I don't find men to be a sexual turn-on in the least. But, in my day, I've had many a man's mouth on this dick. And I've pounded many a load into a man's ass. Though I'm not really attracted to men, the sight of a nice ass, male or female will get me hard. So, most would argue that I'm bi. But, labels are just labels. I'm just think of myself as a horny fucker. A hole's a hole. I've never sucked a dick and don't care to. I've never been fucked by a guy or had anything up my ass, and don't plan to. But, if I need to get off and a man will take my load, I'm game. I've been married to the same woman for 40 years. We have grown kids and grandkids. I'm not attracted to men in the least. But when pussy isn't available a man's mouth and ass will do very nicely." "Damn! If I'd known, I'd have cleaned out and you could pound a load in me, right now." I said "Yeah? Well, my wife is disabled. She never leaves home without me or one the kids taking her out. And I never leave her alone, unless one of the kids can relieve me. So, I don't get much of a chance anymore to fuck." he said. "That's too bad, Brian. I'm going to be at the Day's Inn, just down the road tomorrow night. If you have any way to get out, I'd be more than happy to offer my mouth and ass for you to use." I said to him. "Thanks. Doubtful that will happen. But, thanks for the offer. But, text me your room number tomorrow. And who knows?" he said with a sly grin. I thanked Brian, paid for my bottles and left. So, the next day, I checked into my hotel room, got myself and the room ready for my party and sent my room number to all that had requested an invitation. So, in addition to all the others, I sent Brian a text with my room number. I told him the door would be unlocked, just come in. Within an hour the first couple of guys had shown up and fucked me. As the 3rd guy was pounding me from behind, my door opened and closed. I glanced towards the door and saw Brian standing there. "Hey! Good to see you, bud! I didn't think you'd come." I said as the other guy continued to fuck me. "My son came by. I asked him to stay for an hour so I could run some errands. So, here I am." he said as he began to undress. Brian was soon naked and he was an impressive sight, indeed. His muscular body was covered in thick hair. His cock was soft, but hung at least a full 6"s, hanging over a giant set of plump balls. As he walked towards us, the guy fucking me reached over to grab his dick. Brian moved closer to him and the guy stroked Brian's cock as he fucked me. Brian slapped my ass hard. "Looks like a nice ass, Dave." I just smiled and took a drag on my poppers. Brian walked over to my head. His cock was still mostly soft, but he lifted it and put it up to my lips. I sucked on his cock as his cock slowly grew and hardened in my mouth. I think the sight of me sucking Brian must have been a turn on to the guy fucking me. Because he now began to fuck faster, harder and deeper. The guy grabbed my hips and rammed deep. "Ahh, FUCK!" he yelled as he held his cock deep in me, shaking, as he filled my ass with load number 3. Without saying anything more, he pulled from me and walked to the bathroom. I heard the water running in the sink as Brian pulled his now rock hard cock from my mouth and moved behind me. His dick had grown about 2"s in length, to close to 8"s. And swelled in girth by a great deal. As the other guy came back into the room and began to dress, Brian stood behind me and repeatedly slapped his dick on my hole. Even though there was a bottle of lube laying by me, he spit on my hole and his dick a few times and began to press into me. I took some more deep drags on the extra strong poppers as he slowly slid balls deep into me. It was hurting a bit as I adjusted to his length and girth inside me. But the deep drags of poppers soon loosened me up. Brian picked up the other bottle of poppers I had laying by me and took a drag. "Give me your bottle." he said as he put the cap on the other bottle and tossed it back onto the bed. Brian took some deep drags on the no-named poppers. 2 deep drags in each nostril. And then a deep drag through his mouth. This guy was a pro at this. He handed the poppers back to me and I took a few more drags. I knew I was going to need this. He was now sliding in and out of me. He'd go in balls deep, then pull nearly all the way out, before slamming back up into me. Thankfully, his spit and the loads I already had in me was adequate lube and he was easily sliding in and out of me. My head was spinning from the poppers, but I was loving this. I had been fantasizing about this man's dick in me for a long time. Brian was an aggressive top, for sure. There was nothing sensual about his fucking. It was pure, raw, animal sex. No talk, only occasionally I'd hear a grunt as he rammed into me. I'd occasionally take another drag on the poppers, then hand them back to him. He'd push me into other positions. Each time, trying to dig his cock even deeper into me. Finally, he had pushed me further up onto the bed. He was kneeling behind me and had grabbed tightly onto my shoulders as he ground his rock hard, monster dick into me. His fingers were digging into my shoulders, but he'd occasionally release my shoulders to give my ass a hard slap. SWAT! "Like it?" he asked. SWAT! "Huh? Is this what you wanted?" SWAT "Yes! Fuck, YES!", I grunted, as he slammed into me. Finally he had pushed me onto my side and raised my right leg up to my chest. He as now ramming into me from an angle. This position got his dick even deeper into me. His thrusts were so hard and deep that I found myself gasping for breath. His pace was slowing a bit, but he was still ramming hard and deep into me. Each thrust produced a loud slapping sound as our bodies met. And I grunted each time as his trusts knocked the air out of my lungs. Now he'd trust balls deep. Hold it there a second, then pull nearly out of me. Hold it a second, then thrust hard and deep again. This pattern went on for a minute or two. Then the pace of his thrusts sped up again for a few moments before he let out a soft, deep growl. As he held deep in me, I could feel his cock throb in my ass. I used my ass muscles to milk his cock a bit. Then he thrust a few more times, before he collapsed onto me. Both of us breathing hard, trying to catch our breaths. After a few moments, he rolled off me, pulling his cock out of me as he rolled off me. He laid on his back, with his eyes closed for several minutes, as his breathing slowly came back to normal. He rolled off the bed and stood. He appeared wobbly as he walked into the bathroom to wash up. "Wow! Those poppers are strong. It's been awhile. I forget how strong they are." I could hear him saying from inside the bathroom. As he washed up, I climbed off the bed. Feeling wobbly myself, I moved to a chair, sat down and took a few drinks of water from my bottle until my head stopped spinning. Those poppers were strong, indeed. I'd probably had over done it. But, I did need those poppers to take that big, monster dick of his. Brian finally came out and dressed. "Glad you texted me, Dave. Like I said, it's been awhile. I sure needed it." I truly had enjoyed it as well. But, to be honest, I was hoping I'd have a bit of a break before the next guy showed up. But as Brian was combing his hair in the mirror, trying to put himself into a presentable appearance before he headed home, the door opened and in came another guy. This guy was a middle aged, slightly chubby guy. As the new guy undressed, the door opened again and a younger, buff, black guy in his mid 20's came in and began to undress as well. Brian passed between them on his way to the door, saying to them, "That's a nice piece of ass, guys. Enjoy yourselves!", he said as he walked out the door. I grabbed my poppers and walked over to the 2 newcomers. Dropped to my knees and began to take turns sucking both of their dicks, getting them hard, before climbing back onto the edge of the bed, putting my ass up and opened for business, again.- 12 replies
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Has anyone heard what it's like to work for T.I.M? Do/can they PNP on camera? Would be hot to be a gang bang bottom for a large hung group but I'd need to slam before hand. What stuff have you heard about filming etc?
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I'll be in Miami starting Thursday, Jan 07 until the following Thursday, Jan. 14. I'm a complete cumdump and willing to take any load - NO LOAD REFUSED. Not yet sure where I'll be staying - I'm working out those details now. I'm flexible the entire time I am there, and will be able to host at my hotel, most likely near one of the beaches. I am also willing to travel within reason. TEXT: 3177358650 EMAIL: 317cumdump@gmail.com.
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Will be visiting Denver soon and would like to smash and flood the biggest asses Denver has to offer.
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This is a true story and my post first on here, I'm 23, horny and I had never barebacked before. To get me through lockdown I discovered popperbating, i've probably gone through 10 bottles in the last 2 months. The videos coached me to be a pig, a cumdump and to never refuse a load. Before this I was ignorant, if someone asked for bareback I'd refuse them like they had the plague. How wrong I was. The problem is, i'm the horniest I've ever been, and no amount of porn or wanking can 'scratch the itch' I was now feeling. With Coronavirus, Grindr has been very hit and miss. A lot of anonymous profiles have popped up to hide the shame they may encounter from showing their faces. This didn't bother me, I hadn't been fucked in 4 months and with each day my craving was getting harder and harder but so was finding someone willing to meet. I wanted to meet anyone as long as they had a cock. My usual preferences went out the window, I was ready to be used and abused. My hopes were dashing, with each miss I was losing faith in Grindr and other sites, my town in Devon was just full of time wasters so I was ready to uninstall. Until I had a message from an anon profile called "BB Fucker". With a name like "BB Fucker" it's easier to cut the BS and get straight to it. "Location?" I asked. Instantly he shared it and I said i'd be there in 5 minutes. I don't think i've ever left the house so fast. It actually caught me off guard, I was so unprepared. I quickly grabbed my best bottle of poppers and was in the car in under 30 seconds. I don't think the smile left my face the entire journey there. When I arrived, I message asking for their house number. "BB Fucker" was now offline. I messaged again asking them where they are and sent my location. I was promptly blocked. I was furious. I've met time wasters before, but this encounter thoroughly pissed me off. I was so close to just driving to a city in hopes of finding a new cluster of promiscuous gays, the type that might actually agree to meet me. Then a new profile appeared, "Hung egg-plant emoji, safe fun". They were within 500 feet so I thought, why not, a wrapped dick is better than no dick at all. So I sent them a message "I'm close, wanna fuck me now?". The longest 5 minutes of my life, I was about to drive off until I heard that famous ding. "I'm in flat 23 .... doors open". I don't quite remember but I think I ran. I walked in and saw a middle eastern man standing there with his dick out. He said something but I didn't catch it, I was straight on my knees sucking his cock. He pulled away. "Do you have a condom?" he said. "Urm let me check", knowing full well I didn't. "I don't sorry, do you?", praying he would say no but off he went to check. I think my face went white when he came back with a brand new box from his flat mates bedroom. I was gutted but dick is dick. Much to my annoyance, it was one of those bright red ones and he made me suck him wearing it. I may as well have sucked off a balloon animal. I took a deep hit of poppers, may be the high will stop me caring so much. Fuck, I needed a dick in my ass and I needed it now. I started demanding he fuck me hard now. But he wanted me to suck him more. I felt like telling the balloon animal to fuck off but his dick was thick and he was my only hope of getting a fuck that day. I sucked him, trying to make a hole in the condom. He started to film me. My first thought was great, i'm going to end up on only fans or something with the most boring fuck ever. I pulled away and bent over, I wanted him to lick my hole. "I don't do that sorry", fuck sake anything else I thought to myself. He started to fuck me, slowly and gently. I shouted "harder" until he finally got into the rhythm. I asked him to cum in me when he's ready and he promptly switched the camera off. "No, safe only". Then the camera went back on. Until he started pulling out for long periods of time. I couldn't work out what he was doing, it was thrust, wait 10 seconds, thrust... I thought he can't be close already... I tried to turn around but he pushed my head into the bed and started fucking me hard and fast. I could feel him cumming in me. Spurt after spurt, I'd never felt anything quite like that before. I went from barely excited to cumming instantly, that had never happened before. I turned around to see the condom on the floor. "It broke I'm sorry I don't know what happened" he claimed. Yeah... sure you didn't, all I was thinking was, I was just used for a stealthing video and his act was a cover up. He apologised and asked if I was clean. My answer was obviously yes, I was recently tested and hadn't fucked in months. "Good" as he walked into his bathroom. I picked up the condom off the floor, completely intact. Lying fucker. I'm satisfied I got my first load in my ass, just a little pissed to be used in that way and not get to enjoy a full BB fuck. I said to him after, "you know, I would've fucked BB anyway if you'd just asked?" to which the camera went back on, oddly, "I'm so sorry the condom broke, I only ever play safe I didn't mean it", camera off. I guess he got to live out his condom to bareback fantasy, even if I did have to put up with the god awful acting. When I left, I messaged asking for a copy of the Condom to Bareback video or a link to it when it's uploaded. To no surprise - blocked. I still left with a smile on my face and swiftly changed my grindr name to "Egg plant, water emoji - dump", stupid Grindr blocking my new favourite words. I felt like I had been baptised, seeing sex in a whole new light. Cum is now my drug, and I need my next fix now. Attached a pic of the aftermath 🙂
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