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I mid-thirties, a scruffy blond who likes swimming and running mixed in with occasional weights. This means I’m 5”11 and fit. I’ve clipped my chest hair and have pierced tits. I’ve a good sized cock, 8” with a bolt through the head and a piercing behind the glans; shaved balls but I’ve kept my tight hole covered by a good growth of blond arse hair. I’m more of a bottom boy and pretty slutty with the right guy or guys. Sometimes I do like to fuck. I’ve been in a relationship with my black partner for 20 years and we play together or solo. As you can imagine as a black guy he is hung like a horse and ripped. He also knows how to fuck me. A quick spit, a quick lick then deep and raw. Splitting my cunt open. He never takes no for an answer. Ever. He wants me, he takes me. I swim every day, twice a day. Morning and evening. The gym is a short walk from our house; and shorter if I walk through the local housing estate. It’s not rough but I’m still careful. Swimming first thing or last thing means I have the pool to myself. I do a minimum of 75 lengths each session and wear classic speedos to avoid drag. That’s what I tell people but to be honest I love wearing speedos. Usually, I’m the only person there at night but recently I’ve been joined by a guy. And I admit he’s hot, in that straight kind of way. I don’t have a type but usually I got for beefy hairy daddies who can teach me a thing or two as “Daddy” or fit muscle guys who can throw me around and treat me like a whore. And they need to be hung and engine-powered fuck machines. I’m a size queen and proud of it. 8” minimum otherwise I’m not interested. Bigger is better. If I’m honest I like to gag on a cock til I retch and then be hard fucked, bred and pissed on. Me and my husband are both on prep and he likes nothing better than fucking my cummy hole. Not really into rimming. I just want cock deep in my cunt. Yeah, I love that word. And “breed”. And as I mentioned, I like piss. Always surprised me how many guys say they’re into it but when it comes down to it, hosing me down and making me drink it, they become prissy shits. Basically, I’m a preppy guy hiding a dirty fucker deep inside my cummy cunt. Lol. If I fuck, then I go for tight arsed twinks with smooth cunts. And hopefully who have never take a double pierced cock or taken it raw. Always raw. Corruption is fun. Makes my cock drip and my cunt clench. So this guy. Not my type at all but I’m intrigued. He’s about 5”9’, dark haired and tattooed. And I mean completely inked from head to toe. When I first spotted him I couldn’t tell exactly what they were but over the past few weeks I’ve seen him closer up - in the changing room or by the side of the pool. A massive two headed dragon is inked across his chest and the tail wraps around his waist to join up to a picture of the tree across his back. There are lots of smaller tattoos on the tree but I can’t make out what they are. His arms are covered in vine leaves or something and his legs in what seem to be lots of individual symbols. He also has pierced tits which I always think is unusual in a guy so young. I reckon he’s about 25. 27 tops. Body wise he is definitely a swimmer. He’s lean and muscular. But he’s definitely straight. He wears baggy swim shorts but I reckon from what swings around inside that his cock isn’t too bad. He always arrives after me, does about 50 lengths and is gone before I leave the pool. Once or twice I’ve seen him in the changing room. But he’s never been naked. Always dressed in at least his boxers. He nods or says “Hey” but that’s it. He’s not my type. Not a daddy, not a muscle stud and not a twink. That suits me fine. Or I should say ‘suited’ me fine until the other night. It was a Tuesday. I arrived slightly later than expected because I had worked late to clear my desk. The guy at the counter nodded me through and as ever there were one or two guys working out. It’s an old gym. Used to be a gentleman’s club or something so there are two changing rooms - one for the gym; and a smaller one next to the swimming pool which is in the basement. I always use the smaller room, it’s closer to the pool and it’s quieter. Also, if I’m honest the smell of sweat gives me an instant hard on. Not really always appropriate in a gym. So I headed downstairs and pushed the door open. There are two rows of lockers and they look straight into the shower cubicles. I stopped dead in my tracks. There, under a spray of water was the guy. First let me say that he was much fitter than I thought. His muscles ripples under his inked skin as the water cascaded down his body. He eyes were closed and his mouth open. And instantly the reason why was really clear. Both his hands were wrapped around a monster of a cock. It was at least 10” and thicker than my arm. And sporting a massive ring through the head of his cock. I was transfixed as I watched him jack his massive piece of meat. I watched as he beat his dong and then as he turned and sprayed a fountain of cum against the wall. Slapping his cock to empty that thick tube of every drop. I suddenly realised I had to beat a retreat and before he noticed me I was out of the door and heading out. Needless to say my cock was rigid. And my moth dry. Swimming was out of the question.
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I knew what I was getting into. I’d heard of Lawyer John’s notorious parties through the grapevine for years. My friend Con, who was a filthy gossip, pointed him out to me a few times in the nightclubs of Belfast. Lawyer John (our nickname for him) was pretty to miss though given his overall “too-hot-to-stay-in-Belfast” looks and physique. Lawyer John was a suave stunner in his mid-forties, with a gym fit body and expensive tousled “salt and pepper” haircut. He should have been modelling suits for Gucci or something, and not raising the bell-curve for us poor mortals who didn’t have any other option but to stay here in the North, drowning our sorrows as we were that night. Northern Ireland once again performed abysmally in rugby, getting trashed by the All Blacks earlier that day. Con’s favourite pastime, after a few jars, was nodding his head over at some poor trick in the club and divulging all his nasty secrets. Usually they involved Con, a quirky fetish and/or an STI. Con was an old-school gossip and would always start off in his thickest working class Belfast accent with the line “Didja ya see that wee lad there righ? Well…” At this point our posse would be leaning forward wondering what new tale of desperation or filth we were in for. With Lawyer John, Con would always drink deep from his Guinness, nod over at him and then launch into the following tale. “Did I tell ye lads about our friend Lawyer John over there. Mike (this was me) knows, but I’ll tell the rest of ye. Steer clear of that fucker. A right nasty piece of work they say lads. They say he hosts these parties y’see. Where all the A-gays of Belfast go and get gee-eyed out of it on G and E and coke and whatever else you’d be having. No condoms, no fucking sense, and a few prossies hired up from London or wherever. He works over in the courts too, so he should know better. Anyways, the parties always get really fuckin wild, and to hear tell of it, at one of the last ones there was a lad who overdosed. Some fucker up from Fermanagh, still wet behind the ears and looking for his bit of freedom from his mammy and the farm, thought he’d try his hand at hooking. Anyways as the story goes, the lad reacted badly with the cocktail of drugs he was on and it wasn’t till after the party that they realised he was unconscious and had been for about a day or two. It was then that they dropped him outside the Pipeworks sauna and called the police. Kid nearly died. Seemingly was left with some nasty nerve damage too. And that kid…” and Con leaned in here, building suspense, “is none other than Ugly Eoghan!” I’d heard it before so chuckled to watch the looks of incomprehension on our mates as they tried to fit the pieces together. Lawyer John was some jet-setting executive who probably had a sea of hot accountants who wanted him to write off their “bad debts”. Meanwhile Ugly Eoghan was the odd drunk that’d turn up outside the Kremlin as the crowd turned out in the early morning, trying to chat up the very, very drunk twinks outside. He worked the “going-home” crowd, cause he’d been barred from every gay establishment between here and Dublin. He was only in his early thirties, but had such a way with him that he looked at least ten years older and while there was nothing necessarily disfigured about him, he had a constant stoop, squinted eyes and a perpetually sneering mouth, so you couldn’t help but be repulsed by him. To think that this gay “character” had been created by the beautiful and sophisticated Lawyer John was a good yarn, but none of us really believed it. Sensing our disbelief, Con urged us “it’s true honest! Ugly Eoghan’s life wasn’t always the car-crash you see outside the chipper on a Saturday pawing at the twinks. But seemingly Lawyer John has high connections, and got the whole thing hushed up. The police, the other party-goers, even the sauna staff, everyone was hushed up”. We nodded as Con knocked back the rest of his Guinness and looked to see who was getting the next round in. He always got a bit conspiracy-ish after a few, talking one minute about chem-trails, and the next about how the fluoride pumped in Irish water was to keep people passive. A nudge knocked me out of my reverie. It was my round. I waited at the bar for the hot new barman Sven to get my drinks. Seemingly he had to learn how to replace a keg or something, but you’d forgive a white blond Nordic god a lot for a flash of his dopey smile, so I pulled out my phone and checked my apps. Grindr and Scruff were disappointing as usual, though my profile didn’t invite a lot of comment – it was just a torso like all the rest of them – showing off my six-pack from two years ago, which had since gone into a small hibernation. Not that most tricks minded. None of them looked quite like their photos either, and as long as I wasn’t, well, ugly Eoghan, and I shoved all nine inches of my cock into them, I heard no complaints. The only messages I had was from this hot nurse Gavin who I always had a great back and forth with, but who always chickened out of all the dates I suggested, to the point where I gave up trying. Sometimes I was in the mood to flirt with him, knowing it’d have no effect, but not today. Sensing someone pushing past me for a newly opened gap at the bar, I moved to let the guy settle in beside me. I did a very subtle double-take when I realised it was the devil himself – Lawyer John. He didn’t even notice me. He still had his head turned, taking drink orders off of some tall muscle-bound blond who’d be perfect as an extra in any World War 2 film, yellow blonde where Sven was white. I took the time to properly study the Lawyer-man up close. God, he was gorgeous. He’s one of those guys who looks so much better as a 40 year old than he ever would have as a 20 year old. His tailored shirt opening to show a defined lean body and sculpted lines across his collarbones, up his neck and in his deep dimples as he laughed at something the Aryan giant said. I waited for the polite “eye-contact” nod that in Ireland passed for “thank you for giving me space at the bar”, but the lawyer studiously turned forward and blanked me. Pfft. Whatever. I guess if you don’t look like you breathe the same rarefied air as these little gods, you may as well be invisible. I then heard the distinctive message tones from Gay-Romeo beside me. I looked over, and sure enough, Lawyer John had his phone out too. I guess little gods need a bit of help looking for love too. I noticed he was mostly scanning an app with a black and orange design. I leaned over a little further. It was called “BBRT” or something like that. I then heard the Sven clear his throat “Ah Mike, jour drrinks” “oh right, cheers Sven!” A few drinks more with the lads at the pub, then at Con’s house and eventually we’re all calling it a night. It’s proper late, by the time I’m back in my flat near the university, like 6am. I clumsily broke the laptop out and looked up this BBRT website. Bareback Real Time Sex, it said. I gulped a little. I’ve not usually been one for bareback – topping’s the same to me if I top protected or not, so I always chose the former. Up until this point I’d never successfully bottomed, with or without a condom, so I saw no attraction in barebacking. However, Lawyer John was on it, and who knew, maybe he was only a click or two away. I could beat off to some pics of him, no harm, no foul. I read through the usual preamble with starting an account, and then once I’d verified my email and put up the bare skeleton of a profile (Newry9inch), I got to seeing who was online in Belfast. This was a very different pool to the Grindr/Scruff guys. There were a few kinky bastards who revelled in anything pain related, a few kids that had the title Bug-Chaser in their profile and then me by the looks of it. Noone else was online. I went back to filling out my profile, deciding to put up a cock pic as my main profile pic (it wasn’t as if I was looking for friends or gym buddies on this site). Then after a bit more thought I added a headless nude shot and an over-the-shoulder arse pic. “Fuck it!” I thought and headed to the bathroom. When I got back, I was in luck. My inbox had three more messages from three different guys – not just the welcome bot. The first was a proper daddy type who wanted to spank my ass for being up so late. I chuckled, and politely declined. The next was from a blank profile online asking “u into scat?” I once again replied “cheers, but definitely not my thing. All the best”, cause I may be many things, but I always answer people, so there’s no ambiguity. I’m a motherfucking gentleman! The last was interesting. It was another blank profile “northernlights”, this time asking “u into pnp?” Now I won’t lie. I love me a bit of rolling with molly or speed-pumped sex, so this had my slut-senses tingling – could this be Lawyer John? I answered “could be. Why?” And waited… About half a minute later I get a reply. “We’re looking to score” and a link to a webpage within BBRT. I clicked through the link and it directed me to an expired party page from earlier that night– some sort of group page that BBRT did for people arranging group meets – wow BBRT really knew their audience! This page had the description “Party – Titanic Quarter for titanic men”. I snorted at that. The blurb below was written as if a size queen on meth – detailing all the types of men who could apply (a very select few) and all the guys who couldn’t. To be honest the description was a turn-off. One of those impossibly high standard parties that I wouldn’t dream of trying for after a few rejections earlier on in life. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I feel pretty hot – I rock the slightly rough/scruffy, three-day stubbled scally lad look, but I would never fit in with the built Abercrombie and Fitch crowd. My body was lean and I was an in-shape lad especially for my job (a journalist for a less than reputable paper… ok so, a tabloid journalist – it paid the bills) but I’d never have this party’s required “defined muscles” or “less than 5% body fat” (I kid you not – that’s what they wrote). The rest of post summed up that a group party had been organised (about 6 hours earlier) for the A-gays of Belfast. Good-fucking luck to ‘em I thought! I saw my inbox had another message and clicked it. Northernlights again. “u know any dealers?” I chuckled and then remembered something. Looking to my chest of drawers in the middle of the room, I pulled out my sock drawer and fumbled at the back. I pulled out my old metal tea-box that had my weed and the makings of my joints in, a few pills, and also… at the bottom… …Eureka!.. I found the bag of MDMA that my mate’s sister’s boyfriend’s friend left behind at a houseparty a year back. The lad went mental looking for it afterwards, but cause he was a dick I didn’t call him up a week later when I found it behind the coal bucket. It was about 10-15g of product, but I’d tried it, and maybe cause it’d be been left out somewhere humid, or maybe cause it was it was just a shit supply, but it did nothing for me. But there was enough here for a trade. Maybe I’d get some money for it finally? I messaged back. “None that are awake right now. My usual guy’s disappeared too. I’ve a bit of my own supply - MDMA here (10-15g), dunno how good it is, if you’re desperate? J” (Was the smiley too much?) Northernlights was quick to reply “Yeah would be up for that - could buy it – where u? Could send taxi round? We’re in X” Obviously I’m not gonna reveal where exactly the guy was – but it was a very swanky part of town. Northernlights sent me on details of the place and then signed off – “…Thanks lad. See you soon” No name. But honestly considering we’d just agreed to perform a crime online I could understand that. Nice one! I was gonna finally sell off my old stash and at least see what the inside of one of these exclusive parties looked like. The taxi came round 15 minutes later. I was barely out of the shower and into my cleaner pair of going-out trackies when I heard my phone go off. I grabbed my whole stash box and all the way there I was full of nervous jitters. I kept thinking I was going to end up at some weird “eyes-wide-shut” masked party. The apartment building was one of the very modern ones that went up as part of the Titanic quarter’s refurbishment after the peace agreement. I remember seeing it being built and even then thinking I’d never be able to afford living in a posh place like this. I rang the apartment bell. Elocution lessons answered; “Yars?” “Um, this is ahem, Newry….” “Oh roight! Yars yars, push the door when it buzzes” I made my way up. On the way up I kept formulating and reformulating the plan. See how much they were willing to pay to keep their party going. Get a good look around to see how to super-hot live and try to see a few fucking, to fill the wank-bank. Get them to order me another taxi. Would they stretch to a pizza too? Oh, but how to make sure this wasn’t an elaborate police op? Wasn’t that entrapment? Did that law even apply in Belfast? Better make sure to get them to do a line for free first. I got to the door. I rapped gently on it. No answer. I was about to ring the bell when the door opened and there in a red and grey silk dressing gown stood Lawyer John. A-Gay of Belfast numero uno! “Newry9inches?” he said, smiling at me, showing those dimples. Those goddamn beautiful dimples! I nodded mutely and he waved me in. He muttered something about doing business upstairs in his room as I looked around the split-level apartment. There were bags and clothes on most of the chairs and couches in the main entrance hall-cum-living room. The floor plan was pretty open and segued from living room to foyer to kitchen (which was divided from the rest by an outjutting counter) all across the entire lower floor. There were some shadowy figures in the extremities of the kitchen and living room, but before I could better make them out, John beckoned me up his stairs (solid oak beams projecting from the wall, no banistair, very swanky!) I clambered up behind him, getting glimpses of his very tan, very developed gym-toned legs, to come out on a long corridor landing. Everything was ivory tones and expensive looking. There were about four doors off the corridor – two guest bedrooms, the main bedroom and main bathroom. As we went into the main bedroom I saw the entire outer wall was one plate window giving a fantastic view back over Belfast City. The bed was massive and recently used and there was an en-suite bathroom to the left. John sat down on the bed and looked expectantly me… “The MDMA?” “Oh right, yeah let me just get that out” and I walked over to the desk. He followed behind me as I lay the bag of white powder on the table. I saw the remains of some other lines of powder there and a credit card. I turned to him. “Um, don’t take this the wrong way, but cause I’m not used to, um, normally, ever doing this, and how do I know this isn’t some police sting?” He laughed a rich baritone laugh at that and said something about the differences in UK and American law, and that he’d asked me to bring over with me to sell, which indeed would be a form of entrapment. He then smiled and said, “but if it makes you feel better, I can do a line in front of you now?” I nodded, and he took the bag from me and poured some out. Crushing it with his credit card he asked me to roll up a twenty-pound note as he scraped together four short lines. When he pulled back he waved me forward to do the first two lines – oh right – I weirdly hadn’t expected to be doing the MDMA in front of him, but fuck it. I ducked down, snorted them up and passed the twenty. Squeezing and pinching my nose I looked over as he rose from his lines. “So do you wanna sit down for a bit, to see if it kicks in?” I asked. He nodded toward the bed, snuffling back all the powder. I sat down on the edge, he sat beside me. “I think I saw you out earlier” I mentioned. He nodded. “Mike here by the way” “Simon here” he replied, extending his hand for a handshake and smiling. I started to feel something in the back of my brain, but I was never great with MDMA. “I think I’m feeling it” I mentioned, “but it’s always a bit odd for me, how about you?” I asked. He was raising his half-shut eyes and muttering to himself… Yeah he was definitely feeling something. “Oh yars Mark” “uh it’s Mike” “Sorry Mike. Yah I’m feeling it – that is …some good stuff you have”. He looked at me. His eyes were massively dilated. We said in unison “wow your eyes…” and trailed off and chuckled. I looked at this guy who only hours before had seemed a part of the frosty impenetrable A-gay elite rubbish of Belfast, and yet here we were now, bonding. It was beautiful. I felt Simon and I were having a special time outside of time and that I could suddenly confide totally in him. “You should laugh more dude, your dimples are gorgeous” He smiled at this, and replied, “you’re pretty cute yourself dealer-man” I got a cheeky thought “what else can you do to prove you’re not a police officer?” His deep chuckle was adorable. “Well what would you like me to…” We got cut off by a knock on the door, the en-suite door. “Hey Si, are you still with that dealer guy?” The door opened and a tall pale guy with jet black hair stepped in. He was wearing a towel around his waist and had obviously come from the shower. His body definitely fit into the 5% body fat category. I think I could have seen him on a Men’s Health magazine or something – he had a familiar look about him. Every random Latin-named muscle was on display and some new ones too I think. “This him?” he asked Simon. “Yeah, this mmmmm here is…. Mark..no Mike! This is Iain” Iain smiled and extended his hand to me. “Not named after the Reverend I assure you.” I laughed and still felt very odd to be shaking everyone’s hand at a sex party. He then turned to look back at the desk. His back was just pure sculpture. I looked over to see Simon/Lawyer John smirking at me, catching me ogling the beefcake mere metres away from me. I giggled and nudged him. Yeah ok maybe the MDMA was having an effect. I’d missed Iain’s request “What now?” Iain repeated himself “Is it ok if I sample a line or two” “Be my guest,” I sorta slurred out. Iain bent over the desk to crush out a line’s worth. I was looking at Simon. He had mischief in his eyes. “Iain” Simon called, “I need to prove something to Mike here” and reached over to his towel-covered ass. Tugging on the towel as Iain crushed his line, Simon succeeded on pulling the towel off, revealing Iain’s pale magnificent ass. Iain barely reacted, engrossed in his task. The twin globes were just that right blend of smooth and bubble-butt, spreading down into two tree trunks of thighs. A real rugby player physique! Oh shit, now I knew where I’d seen Iain before. He’s Iain the rugby player! The gay rugby player Iain Hawkins! He was the prop-forward for the Northern Irish team who’d recently come out and had all his family support him in the papers, and his… boyfriend! I watched him earlier today get trounced by the fuckin Kiwis! My tabloid journalist was itching at the size of the scoop I had in front of me. Belfast A-Gay number 2, Iain Hawkins prop-forward for Northern Ireland, showing me his incredibly fuckable ass, while doing Class A drugs. Another part of me took over as I refocused on that ass. “Mike” Simon called back to me, “I’m gonna do something I’m pretty sure no undercover cop would do” and with that licked a finger and started to pull Iain’s ass-cheeks apart. Then exposing Iain’s pink rosy hole, he guided the lubed finger into Iain’s hole. Working it in quite quickly I figured Iain had already been fucked this night. Simon replaced his finger with his tongue as he got up properly to rim his friend. I heard Iain groan in appreciation and follow it with one quick snort. I was rubbing my cock through my grey tracksuit bottoms. Simon winked at me and looked to my growing bulge. “Looks like your username wasn’t lying” I smirked and coyly asked “do you want to check for yourself?” as I stood up, raising my crotch to his head height. He used his free hand to snag my tracksuit bottoms down exposing my navy blue jockstrap and jutting nine-incher. Simon mouthed a “wow”, as most guys do. It’s not just nine or nine and a half inches, it’s also quite a thick girthy cock which often a lot of bottoms can’t work with – they think they can, but their eyes are too big for their asshole. Simon got to work, pushing the jockstrap pouch to the side and freeing my monster. As he started lapping on the underedge of my cock, I reached over and started rubbing Iain’s ass cheeks. Iain took another snort and wriggled his ass in appreciation, or at least that what I took his ass-wriggle for. Unopposed I moved both my hands to cup Iain’s ass, kneading and massaging, rearranging our trio so that I could bend over to rim Iain while still giving Simon clear access to my cock. Iain’s hole tasted beautiful. You could tell that the cunt has been used, I could even detect some cum that hadn’t been fully washed away. Damn right I’ll admit I look for a good sloppy-seconds ass when I’m whoring myself round. I steer the fuck away from virgins and twinks. Fucking a cum-dump’s ass where it’s cold and virginal on the outside, but hot and juicy at the core… mmm my version of heaven. After a few minute of rimming and sucking – Simon sure loved sucking my cock and I was feeling a little more adventurous. I was alternating my tongue and my two left fingers, playing Iain’s ass like a fiddle. Iain pushed his juicy orbs again back at us, Simon pulled off of me to come beside me and watch as Iain started twitching his ass. I kept a grip on his ass shoving my left thumb inside him. Simon grabbed and turned my cheek and we stared intensely into eachother’s eyes. Simon took a step closer and asked, “would a policeman do this?” and grabbed the back of my head pulling me in to a full-on kiss. Our tongues were running against eachother, his spit, my spit. As I kissed him passionately back I felt his robe fall open and felt my cock bounce and joust with his thick 7 incher. Every bit of his body was tan, including his cock. I ran my right hand up and down his defined body, running over each muscular ridge – I kept asking myself, was this really happening? I looked down to pinch myself and could see a pearl of precum had started to drip off of his hooded shaft. I started to bend my knees to lick up every drop from his precum-dripping cock – I love a dripper! However Simon held me back and wiped his steady precum flow onto my own spit slicked member. After milking himself this way for a bit, he grunted up at Iain, “look back for a second Iain” Iain, minor sports celebrity, minor gay celebrity for the UK had recently done a fashion-spread for GQ magazine with his boyfriend. Yet right then he was currently sporting just a white powder moustache and a smile. He looked back over his shoulder at my proud nine-incher slick with Simon’s juices, as Simon tapped my cock against his twitching hole. “Oh yeah Mikey, shove that gorgeous stick into me” All thoughts of his boyfriend evaporated, all my thoughts of safety evaporated, I needed those ass-pussy lips on my poor naked cock and I needed it now! Ok yeah, the MDMA was definitely working at this point. I didn’t wait for a second request and shoved my tool deep in that slut’s hole. And what a fucking hole, it was a prime hole – medium rare/pink on the outside, juicy yet well done on the inside. I was a bit worried Simon’s precum wasn’t enough lube, but Iain already had a least two loads in him giving my cock the lovely cream covering as I churned that gut-butter up. I gave that rugby player a fucking penalty, conversion and a try. In fact I lost myself so much in pounding that perfect white arse's hole I didn’t notice Simon was gone. He had gone around to salvage the MDMA. It seemed I ploughed Iain a bit too heavily and now the prop forward had it all over him looking like some Japanese Geisha or some shit. “Oh shit dude, you’re gonna get so fucking high” I laughed, but I didn’t stop pounding him.
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looking for tops that like to fuck and party im on PrEP and love to fuck and can also switch i am a black brown skinned male 24 yrs 5’7 69kg 7”uncut and bb friendly am available for hosting in the eastern area of ottawa near Orléans in blackburn off Innes Rd. please be ready to send pics or have discretion with anonymity 🙂 contact info below— Squirt: ajoker_ BBRT: versatilexboi email: leafeonx@icloud.com cellphone: #6133248622
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The title will make a little more sense as you read on. I got pinged the other day while on Manhunt. The guy said he liked my look. I immediately pulled up his profile and he had a few face pics and described himself as 27, 5’10” and 180 and Puerto Rican. His profile was also one of those professional profiles that massage therapists use so I texted back and asked if he was looking for clients. He said “Not today.” His profile said nothing about what he was into and for some reason, I didn’t feel comfortable asking. The guy was certainly super-hot according to his stats and frankly even though I prefer to bottom, I’ve been known to throw a hot fuck from time to time. We set up a time and I jumped into the shower and got cleaned up preparing for the unexpected. The address took me to a duplex. I started getting the familiar butterflies in my stomach when I’m about to fuck someone I’ve never seen or met. There is the possibility that this was a bogus address or a bogus profile. I took a deep breath and knocked. I feel my nips harden and my cock twitch in anticipation. When the door opened, I was stunned. Before I could process anything, he ushered me into the house and closed the door. He didn’t look like his profile pics. I’ve heard buddies tell stories about people misrepresenting themselves with their profile and when they meet and learn the truth, it’s an awkward hot mess. I’ve been lucky in that I have only had one such gross misrepresentation. As my brain was processing the “disconnect,” I realized that the issue was that his profile pictures weren’t flattering to him. This guy was an unbelievably beautiful human specimen. He looked almost identical to Enrique Iglesias but more defined and muscular. He looked like a high-fashion model. If you saw him on the streets, you would embarrass yourself by staring. He had dark short hair and a well-groomed 5 o’clock shadow. He was wearing a pair of gym shorts and nothing else. His nipples were the size of quarters and deep bronze in color. His chest was perfectly pronounced with a very deep sternum line dividing two huge pectoral muscles. There was no question that this guy was out of my league. I searched my brain for a dignified way to get us both out of this situation. There was no doubt in my mind that he had made a mistake. Think. Think. He walked me from the door, through the living room and gestured for me to move into what I suspected would be a bedroom. Once inside he closed the door. This wasn’t a bedroom at all. It was dark except for glowing reddish lights coming from different parts of the room. Soft music was playing and candles were lit. I could smell something that reminded me of jasmine. We were in his massage room. Enrique turned to me and wrapped me in his muscular arms and whispered in my ear, “You are perfect. You have no idea how much I’m into your look.” I was dumbfounded. It’s not that I have low self-esteem, in fact just the opposite. I take good care of myself. But this guy was mesmerizing. It was like looking at him cast a spell over me and that made me nervous. Enrique began to unbutton my shirt and immediately started licking and sucking on my neck and worked his way down to my tits. I moaned in appreciation and he switched to the other tit and began to unbutton my pants. When they feel to the floor he reached around and grabbed one cheek in each hand and used his expert trained hands to massage my glutes moving them around and spreading them apart. I have big ass cheeks and he moaned in appreciation. It felt great. He released my tit from his mouth and looked at me and started deep kissing me. I moaned from inside his kiss and we ground our faces together exchanging saliva. I ran my hands all over his body. Everything was perfect. I reached to his crotch but he had a jock on so I couldn’t figure out what he was packing. It didn’t matter. This guy was a fucking god and I was going to enjoy every inch of him. He moved me over to his massage table and had me lay on it face down. Next he moved down between my legs and spread them. Again he massaged and kneaded my ass with steady strength. I pushed back to let him know he could work my butt as hard as he liked; that I could take it. He received the message and intensified his grip. I felt his hand move down through the ditch of my ass and graze my hole. He spit on it and rubbed his finger all around it. He spit some more and inserted his finger and finger fucked me for a few minutes. I slowly began to realize this guy was a top. He was ass obsessed. His finger retreated and was replaced with his tongue. He didn’t start slow like most guys do. He buried his tongue to the hilt and began to dart in and out of my hole all the while delivering copious amounts of saliva into my ass. Much of it spilled over onto his chin and my balls, but it was certainly getting me hot and beyond horny. He started trading off between his fingers and his tongue. He had eventually worked three fingers in and out of my ass-cunt. Enrique said very quietly just above a whisper, “Push out.” I didn’t hear him and asked him to repeat it. “Push your cunt out.” He said a little louder. This was music to my ears. I crunched my abdominal muscles and pushed the ring of my ass outward like I was taking a shit. “Yeah, dude, just like that. Stay right there.” Next I felt him suck my hole into his mouth causing a vacuum and then use his teeth to encase my rosebud and lightly bit down. The sensation was awesome. No one had ever done that to me before. He continued to trade off between sucking and nipping. “I moaned, “That feels so fucking good. Please don’t stop.” For the next 5 minutes or so, he continued to worship my hole like that. When he let go, my rose bud snapped back inside my ass and began pulsing. At this point he walked around to the front of the massage table and I could see through the face cradle that he had taken his shorts off. Enrique had one of the biggest cocks I’ve ever had. He was super hard and uncut. His foreskin naturally retracted to the base of the head and was the same color as the rest of his cock. His jet-black bush was perfectly trimmed and clear goo had bubbled up to the tip. This had to be a 10-inch dick. It was perfectly straight and was about as fat as a golf ball. I reached out and held it. The heat radiating from his rod was exhilarating. He helped me down off the table and I hit my knees and opened my mouth licked the pearl drop from the tip then descended down his magnificent rod. I got about halfway down and his cock got stuck at the back of my throat. I pulled back delivering profuse amounts of saliva to coat his fat monster to make it easier to work with. Enrique could tell from my behavior that A) I was a cock slut and B) I was hungry for dick. I couldn’t help it. I needed this cock in my mouth. I blew him for about 10 minutes this way. I had saliva everywhere. It was running down my chin and onto my chest and then onto the floor and down his shaft and onto his balls and then onto me. I had tears streaming down my face and cock snot coming out of my nose. I was not about to give up. Enrique stopped me and had me stand up. He gave me a hand towel to wipe up my face. “Let’s try this.” He patted the massage table. “Jump up here and get on your back.” He helped me up and had me slide my head completely off the end of the table. He had at some point removed the face cradle. He opened a bottle of poppers and gave me a hit in each nostril. My head was upside down so it was tricky, but as I began to fly, I really appreciated the offering. With my head hanging off the table I was in the perfect position for him to slide his cock into my mouth. I immediately felt this was really comfortable. His cock was thick, but I was confident that with enough patience and willpower we could do this. As he fucked in and out of my mouth, I reached around to his butt cheeks and pulled him into my throat a little bit more. I could feel his cockhead at the back of my throat as before. He continued to fuck in and out, but going no further than the back of my throat. With the poppers relaxing me I opened my throat, took a deep breath through my nose and again pulled him a little deeper. This time his cock head popped through the ring at the back of my throat. We both moaned at the same time. I kept pulling him into to me and felt his shaft sliding further down my throat and moaned. I was in cock-sucking heaven. I pulled him more and more until his tightly trimmed bush was scratching my upper lip. I pulled one last time as far as it would go and I felt him bottom out. My boy gasped and said, “Holy fuck. You’ve taken my entire cock into your throat. Not many people have ever been able to do that.” At this point I wanted to ensure he knew I was deep throating this massive cock so I lightly took my teeth and bit down ever so slightly on the base of his cock at the pubic line. Then I released the pressure on his ass and pushed him out of my mouth and away from me. I was gasping for air trying really hard not to convulse. I sat up and wiped the snot, saliva and pre-cum from my face and took a long slow hit of poppers and assumed my previous position. This time, when I grabbed Enrique’s butt to pull him into my mouth, I took him all the way to the balls in one stride. I needed to conserve oxygen. Again he groaned. I pushed him almost all the way out and pulled him back in again sending him the message to fuck my throat. He got the message, grabbed my tits and started thrusting all the way in and back out again in rapid succession. “Oh my god, suck my cock, deep throat the fucker. You are one good cock-sucker.” This went on for as long as I could hold my breath. When I started feeling light headed, I pushed him out gasped for oxygen and forced his cock back in again. We did this four or five times before Enrique pulled completely away from me and said, “Oh fuck, Oh fuck, not yet hot man. Not yet. Whew!” Again I wiped my face clean and scooted back onto the massage table to catch my breath. Once revived Enrique said, “Turn over.” I did and took a hit of poppers. He jumped up onto the massage table with me and I immediately arched my back and stuck out my ass. He started eating; and eating, and eating. The more he ate the hungrier he got. Then he scooted up onto my back and I could feel the heat from his cock in the ditch of my ass. “Of fuck yeah,” I heard myself say. His cock head docked at my cunt lips and he pushed forward and I pushed backwards and within seconds Enrique busted through and slid in all the way to his balls. I felt his breath next to my face and lifted up my head and we started kissing and making out while moaning and humping each other. His tongue was all over the inside of my mouth and I couldn’t get enough of him. We continued little fuck motions with him buried balls deep in me while making out. He whispered, “I’m not going to last long this way. Are you ready to fuck?” Through my gasping for air, I told him I was more than ready. But he came back with, “No, I mean are you really ready to fuck? I want to tear your cunt to shreds. Are you up for that?” All I could come up with was, “Give me everything you’ve got stud. I’m fucking yours.” With that, Enrique pulled his mouth off mine and grabbed me by my hair with both hands and pulled his cock almost all the way out and using my hair for leverage, slammed back into me. This gradually picked up speed, but he never let go of my hair. I began to moan incoherently and started jacking my cock. This hot Puerto Rican started to talk dirty to me, “Take that fat Latin dick you fucking slut. I can’t believe you’d let a complete stranger fuck you raw like this. You’re a nasty mother fucker.” I reached between my legs and could feel the abundant amounts of dick and ass goo coating his cock, my ass and both of our ball sacks. I reached further back and touched his dick as it would piston in and out of me. The heat coming from it was astounding. He pulled out with a nasty plopping sound and abruptly turned me over and replanted his cock so fast I hardly knew what was happening. The sloppy squishy sounds my cunt and his cock were making were so nasty. You can only make those kinds of sounds when you have abandoned all fear and given into pure lust. His eyes were so intense and filled with hunger. He deep kissed me again and pulled back and whispered, “Do you like that raw stranger cock fucking your white slutty cunt?” I babbled, “Yes, fuck me. Please fuck me.” With fire in his eyes he said, “I’ve only just begun.” For the next 45 minutes or so, Enrique removed any semblance of sanity from me. I no longer had language to express myself. All I had was the guttural animalistic sounds that naturally escaped my vocal chords. He fucked me on my back, fucked me on the floor, he fucked me doggie style. He had me ride him and he ate my ass out again then shared our combined fluids by making out with me. It was a constant fight for oxygen, poppers and cock. When he finally rolled over onto the floor next to me, he asked if I wanted his load. We were both still huffing and puffing trying to catch our breath and I couldn’t breathe much less talk. He took that as a yes and had me get up on the massage table doggie style. He hopped up onto the table with me and told me to take a hit of poppers. I did. Within seconds his cock was buried in my swollen cunt. He started fucking me like a mad man; grunting every time he bottomed out. We were both working extremely hard to give each other the fuck of our lives. More poppers and I reached around and pulled my ass cheeks apart to give him better access and me more friction. He loved that. I moved my fingers closer to his cock and my cunt lips. A little further and I slid two fingers from each hand inside my ass alongside his cock. Enrique yelled, “OH fuck that is so hot. That looks so fucking hot and feels un-fucking-believable. Fuck you man. Fuck you.” My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I pushed back onto him. I was so stimulated that I could tell that pee was escaping my cock involuntarily. Enrique froze and remained completely still while he injected 6 or 7 jets of hot Latin cum into my fuck hole. I swear at this point I saw god. It wasn’t until then that he let out a primal warrior cry that I’m sure could be heard in the duplex next door. He started fucking again, this time with his spooge mixed with ass cum splashing out and coating our balls yet again. Slowly he calmed down and pulsed his cock a few times. I could feel his heartbeat through his dick. I squeezed his cock to get the last drop out and it was then when I realized I hadn’t peed, I had shot my load, hands free. We both fell on the table and tried to catch our breath. After a minute, Enrique jumped up and left the room. I sat up, but couldn’t seem to catch my breath. I had cum all over the front of me and in my hair. I jumped off the table and cum was running down my leg. I sat on a bench but still couldn’t seem to catch my breath. I tried taking deep breaths through my nose and out of my mouth, but couldn’t normalize my breathing. I may have been hyperventilating. Was I having a heart attack? Do people get heart attacks from fucking? I put my head between my legs and tried to control my breathing. It didn’t seem to help. Enrique came into the room with a bottle of water and left again. Just as panic was setting in, I took a desperate drink of water. The cool water seemed to spread through my body and my vital signs seemed to return to normal as did my breathing. Enrique came back in and apologized that he was dealing with a client. He offered me a shower, which I desperately needed, and another bottle of water, again much needed. Before I left he looked me in the eye and said he had a great time and that we should do it again. I looked at my watch and was astounded to learn we fucked for 3 solid hours without any breaks. I couldn’t wait for the next time. I get off on your comments.
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I was living in Houston during one of the many hurricanes that have plagued that city. The complex I was living in was a really small two-story structure that was adorable and completely gay. There were no more than twenty units with a pool in the center courtyard. I lived on the lower floor near the entrance so I saw everyone coming and going. It was very friendly and quite cruisy. It didn’t take long to learn that this complex was quite notorious for its cruising at night. When I was feeling antsy, I would usually open my living room drapes and sit around watching who was walking about the grounds. One late Friday night, I saw a guy getting fucked in a second story corridor. I just stared. Amazing. One of the first encounters I had was with a young blonde guy who also lived in the complex. He would always wave hello and walk around in his really tight blue jean shorts. His ass was screaming in those shorts. This one evening he was lingering around my door when I finally opened the door and leaned against the frame and started chatting with him. Before wasting too much time he made it clear he wanted to get fucked. Perfect, I thought. He came inside and stripped immediately and jumped onto my bed, spread his legs wide and started playing with his ass in an erotic nasty way. I love a bottom to be nasty and assertive. If you want to get fucked, let me know it and tell me what you need. I got us a few beers and came back into the bedroom. He was getting all worked up. He slid a finger in his sweet hole and started moving it around. I stripped and got on the bed and fed him my cock. He swallowed it completely. I reached down and added my finger to his hole along next to his. He had a nice, hot, tight and hungry pussy. I pulled my cock out of his mouth and stuffed it all the way up his boy cunt. He was smooth and slippery. I really should have eaten him first, but he was moving quickly and needed some cock inside him fast. He encouraged me by saying things like, “Yeah stud that cock feels hot inside my ass. Fuck me, yeah, that’s it, fuck me.” It didn’t take long for him to blow his load which set me off. I pumped his ass full of my load. As soon as I was through, he popped my cock out of his ass and licked my cock clean. Then he started to get dressed. He was really friendly and said, “Anytime you need a piece of ass, no matter what time it is, stud, I’m in 11B. The door will be open, come on in.” And I did exactly that several more times. There was a black guy that lived on the lower level that I saw coming and going from time to time. He was seriously packing a heavy basket. He was rightfully proud of it and would stuff into a liquid pair of worn jeans. He’d adjust it to the right side and stage his balls so they accentuated his over-sized cock. You could even make out his cock hear through those jeans. He made it obvious to all that he had a huge cock. I remember thinking to myself, damn, that must be uncomfortable to be carrying that around all the time. He was a hot looking guy, probably around 29 or so. A neighbor a few doors down had befriended me and we were sitting outside chatting when the hot black guy walked by and said hello. My neighbor asked if I knew the guy. I said no and he told me his name was Michael. “He tried to pick me up once, but I wouldn’t go near him.” I asked why? He told me that even though the guy was hot, “What the hell was I supposed to do with a cock that big? I’m pretty good, but not that good.” I just sort of smiled and thought damn, how big can he really be? It was really late on a Saturday night and the courtyard was getting really cruisy. I kid you not, probably 15 or so guys walking about looking into windows. I was watching TV in my living room with the curtains open sort of keeping one eye on the tube and the other eye on the courtyard. It was very erotic watching these guys pick up my neighbors. Then there was a tap at my door. I opened it and a guy said, “He man, what’s up?” I looked at him and he was pretty hot looking and I thought, why the hell not? I said,” Not much here bud, what are you into?” He told me he was open but that he really wanted a chance to eat my hot ass. I opened the door a little wider. The guy came in and said that there was just one thing, he was here with his lover and could his lover join in? I asked what his lover was into and he said, “Three-ways.” I said sure and he left and returned with a hot looking guy. Both guys were in their mid twenties with a slim, muscular build. The boyfriend was taller and more muscled. We all started stripping during introductions and the first guy immediately got on his knees behind me and spread my ass cheeks and started eating. Man his tongue was deep and wet. His boyfriend stripped and showed me a nice hard 8” cock with a thick mushroom head to it. I bent down and started sucking his cock. He worked the back of my head and helped me to deep throat him. As soon as I hit bottom, he groaned in a hot masculine guttural way. I loved feeling that thick cock buried in my throat. In the mean time, the shorter guy was making a pig of himself in my ass. Spit was dripping down my thigh and off my balls. He pulled his face out of my ass and told his boyfriend, “David, you gotta eat some of this, man. This is excellent ass.” David got down and began to eat me out, too. Then each of these hot fuckers plowed my ass till I was begging for them to blow their loads. They deposited two hot loads deep inside me and left. I fell asleep feeling very contented and really full. I was awakened in the middle of the night by a hand on my ass and was startled. Lying on my stomach, with only a sheet to cover up with, I tried to assess the situation but was jarred awake and looked up and it was my neighbor, the black guy, Michael. We had never really met, but here he was in my bedroom. I could feel his hand on my ass and I swear he swiped a finger across my hole as he awakened me. I wonder if he could tell that I had been creamed earlier. He told me my front door came ajar and with all of the foot traffic, he thought I should close it and lock it. He said it was not safe. I guessed the wind had blown the door open in the middle of the night. I was caught off guard, thanked him and gathered the sheet up and wrapped it around my waist and walked him to the door. I fell back to sleep, but never stopped wondering if he was trying to finger me. I also knew I wanted this guy to fuck me to death. I didn’t know how I would get his attention again, but I started fantasizing about his huge cock and wondered what it would look like going into my pale white cunt. I had to have him. Later in the summer a hurricane was predicted to be a direct hit to Houston. Everyone was making emergency arrangements. Most of my neighbors had decided to ride the storm out so I thought I would join them instead of going to my family’s house up north. Soon a full fledged hurricane party was organized. Everyone would stay in the lower apartments and one apartment would be used for drinks, one for food, another was to store debris that blew around the courtyard to prevent it from breaking any windows. The winds picked up early Friday morning and the rains came and pummeled us throughout the night. Saturday the eye crossed us around 9:00 p.m., and then we got the wet side, but everything was in control. People were having fun, taking care of business and eating and drinking and feeling very neighborly. Michael, the black stud I craved was nowhere to be found. I hadn’t seen him the night before either. I suspected that he went to stay with friends in a safer place away from the storm. As the evening wore on, the worst of the storm passed and I was starting to get tired and thinking about leaving to go to my apartment which was not being used for anything. In the corner of my eye I saw Michael enter the unit I was in. This was the unit that served drinks. Of course the evening cocktail was a Hurricane. He got a drink and headed right for me. He said hello and asked how I was. He said, “Wow, dude, I haven’t seen you since that night your door was wide open. I hope that I didn’t scare you off.” I said no, that I was so groggy and sleepy; I barely remember that evening, except that he probably saved me from getting robbed or something. He then leaned in and whispered, “Man I wanted that ass of yours so bad, but you were so out of it that I decided the timing was all wrong. I really liked what I saw.” I was so fucking turned on by this and said, “Man you should have taken what you needed I would have been fine with that.” He said “Well the storm has several more hours why not make good use of the time?” Then he said, “Give me your hand.” I reached out and he took my hand and placed it directly on his huge bulge. I quickly turned to look and see if anyone could see us. He was packed in so tight. I could feel the heat emanating from his jeans. I was excited and scared at the same time. I knew I wanted this black mother fucker, but I didn’t think I could handle him...in any capacity. He leaned in closer and put his lips against my ear and said, “I’m gonna make your pussy wet and your pucker is going to be glowing rosy-red when I’m through with you. Have you ever had a big nigger dick in that puss?” I started to sweat and could feel moisture gather along the crack of my ass. I cleared my throat and told him that I had and that I loved black cock. He said, “I’m not talking about black cock. I’m talking about pure nigger dick. Let’s go.” We got to my apartment and he started to unbutton his jeans; he wore no underwear. He left his jeans unbuttoned and took off his shirt. He was built like a brick shit house. Well defined muscles, quarter-sized nipples and he was blue-black. His bush was short and tight and I couldn’t wait to see what was underneath. I was starting to sweat because I was boned and anxious. I didn’t know what to do next. He lit a joint and passed it to me. I took a toke and inhaled deeply as he started feeling me up. He unbuttoned my shirt and started tweaking my nips. He got rid of my shirt and started to unzip and push my jeans to my knees. Leaning down he took my left tit into his mouth and started to nibble and suck. I took another hit off the joint and passed it back to him. I could feel his hand massage my shoulder and then move down my spine to the top of my ass. My cock was raging as he slid his hand down to my butt cheeks and further to my crack. He soon found my hole and rubbed across it and moaned along with me when he found it. He then bit my tit taking me to the edge. He stepped back and said, “Yeah dude, we’re gonna have a hot time tonight.” He lowered his jeans and his cock sprang free. I couldn’t believe it. I just stared at it speechless. He smiled and said, “Don’t worry about it; we’ll have a good time.” He had at least 12 inches of thick jet-black uncut dick. The length didn’t scare me as much as the thickness. I took it in my hand and couldn’t touch my fingers to my thumb. This was clearly the biggest cock I have ever seen, much less held, and certainly the blackest. I went to my knees and peeled back the foreskin from the enormous head. It was stunning to see this huge cock head drooling pre-cum. I licked it and savored the taste. Michael was encouraging me all the way telling me that I looked good with Nigger dick in my white mouth. He grabbed the back of my blonde head and tried to stuff it down my throat. I pulled back and looked up at him and said, “Dude, I will swallow your cock, but you’ve got to give me time to get used to it, cool?” He smiled and let go of my head. Don’t get me wrong I love having cock forced down my throat, but this was serious business. Someone could get hurt. And I wanted to do this right. I got up and suggested he get on the bed and lay back. I grabbed a fresh bottle of poppers and lube and got between his legs. I greased his cock with Astroglide and it glistened. I went back to work. I licked his cock and sucked it for 10 minutes or so and licked down to his balls. I sucked one in my mouth then took my fingers and stuffed the other one in my mouth along with the first one. He was grinding his hips upward so I knew he was getting hotter. I tightened up on his balls while pulling away creating a pressure that I knew he’d love. I spit his balls out and licked back up his shaft. I took a small hit off the poppers, sucked in my breath and got as much spit into my mouth as I could muster. I started to descend down his cock and soon felt the huge head at my throat. I inhaled a little more and pushed. Nothing happened. I tried again and still nothing. I was drooling spit all around this guy’s cock and sliding up and down spreading it as best as I could. There was a lot of real estate to cover. Finally, I pushed hard and kept the pressure on his cock, and then something popped. It was his cock head. It had popped from the back of my mouth then into my throat. I actually felt my throat expand to accommodate his girth. I was a bit stunned at first, but stayed perfectly still. Michael was moaning and started to play with my hair. I looked up at him and he made eye contact with me. He had this hot lusty look on his face. “You’re doing great white boy. You can do this. Come on, take this cock. This is nigger dick and you know you want it.” I did want it. I slowly started to push even more of his cock into my throat. My eyes were watering. I knew if I panicked, I would have to spit his cock out and start all over. I was now more than half way there. My eyes were bulging out. I stopped and tried to breathe through my nose. It worked, I got oxygen and calmed down and continued my descent. He started growling louder and louder as I went further and further down. Snot started running out of my nose but I didn’t care. I felt little micro-pricks on my upper lip. I opened my eyes and saw a jet-black forest that was his pubic hair. The wiry hairs were sticking into my lips. Fuck me! I was at the base of his cock. I had deep-throated the biggest cock I have ever had. He started gyrating and moaning and cursing. Michael and I made eye contact. There were tears in mine. I needed to breathe. I tried to breathe through my nose and again, it worked. Michael looked at me with pure lust and said, “Oh my fucking god! Please don’t stop. Please stud, Can I fuck your throat? Please let me, just a little?” I signaled him he could. Michael took the locks of my hair in each hand and got a good grip and then started to slide his big fucking dick in and out of my throat. I knew I couldn’t do this for too long, but I wanted to please my black stallion. He picked up the pace while I focused on controlling my throat muscles and keeping my lungs filled with air. He was breathing hard and grunting and cursing. “Eat dick, you cocksucker. Oh baby, fuck yeah, take that nigger dick all the way down. Look at that!” With that he stuffed his monster all the way to the base and held it there. I was starting to gag on it. Saliva was drooling out everywhere. Snot was coming out of my nose and I needed air, but neither of us cared so Michael started his assault again. He was skull fucking me brutally and my throat was starting to get sore. Still, I was in heaven. The smell of this stud was intoxicating. Suddenly he pulled out and through his labored breathing said, “Fuck, man, no one has ever done that to me before. Not like that. I almost lost it. But I want more from you than a blow job. Turn around and show me what you got.” Still gasping for air, I grabbed my poppers and turned around and buried my face in the pillow sticking my ass up in the air. I felt Michael crawl on top of me. He felt so warm and his cock was wedged between his stomach and my ass cheeks. It was wet and still emanating heat. He was grinding and kissing the back of my neck. He reached around and grabbed my tits with each hand and was twisting them. He whispered in my ear again, “I want you to turn around on your back, spread your legs and show me your that pearly white ass and pink pussy.” I turned around onto my back and spread my legs and lifted each knee and opened my ass for him to see. He moaned and started massaging both cheeks of my ass. He got down low and told me to finger myself. I could feel his breath on my hole. I inserted a finger in. He started licking my finger as it went in and out. I pulled completely out and he sucked my finger all the way down to the knuckle. He then stuck his tongue into my hole. Damn that felt good. I purred into the pillow. “Good pussy, stud.” He really started eating my ass out good at that point. Lapping at first then inserting his tongue as far as possible. He was making jabbing fucking motions with his tongue. He kept pushing my legs higher and higher. He told me to take each leg and pull it back and hold it there. I tried but that wasn’t the right position for him. He grabbed some pillows and stuffed two under my butt lifting it up and another two behind my head. He told me to grab my ankles and hold them back as far as I could. This was the perfect position. I grabbed each ankle and brought them to either side of my head. I could actually see both of them with my peripheral vision. “Can you see your cunt, baby?” Looking down I told him surprisingly, that I could. I had a perfect shot of my glistening rose bud. I made it wink and spit bubbled out. Michael slid two fingers into me. I loved the way his coal-black fingers looked stuffed in my ass. I wanted to get fucked so bad. I was so horned for some big black nigger dick. I understood what Michael meant when he told me he didn’t have a black cock. Michael added a third finger and started licking the outer perimeter of my ass ring. He was really getting me opened. He added some lube and started sliding his fingers in and out steadily. I was really getting turned on. Then he added more lube and a forth finger. I was making sounds and squirming from side to side. Michael looked right into my eyes and said, “Oh baby that is right where I want to be. I love your fucking ass. You ready?” I looked at him and nodded. The hurricane outside was raging full force and so was I. He put the bottle of poppers under my right nostril and closed the left nostril and I inhaled. He repeated the other side. I began to feel light headed. He pulled his four fingers out of my ass and I looked down. His huge cock head was black and shiny with lube. He put the head at my pucker, which was rosy red just liked he’d promised earlier. I was starting to feel the poppers at this point, and then I felt him put pressure on my ass rim. Nothing was happening so I pushed out. “Good boy, work that pussy. You know what you want.” he said. I pushed out again and the head pushed through my ring and he slowly slid his cock in to the base. I gasped. His cock was huge. This big fat cock was buried all the way inside me; his bush was pricking my cunt lips. I started breathing again and thought, damn, this is as much dick as I could possible have inside me. I was stretched to the max. I was definitely full. I felt Michael flex his rock hard cock. I clamped down on my ass in response. He said, “That’s it baby, talk to me. Let daddy know you like his nigger dick in your pussy.” I clamped down again and then again. “Ready?” he asked? I was still holding my legs back looking down at this monster dick buried in my ass. “Yeah dude, I’m ready. Fuck me stud,” I said. He asked, “You want this big nigger dick in your pussy?” I said, Hell yeah, man fuck my ass. Give it to me, fucker and don’t be gentle. Fuck me like a man.” He put the popper bottle under my nose and fed me the only elixir that would get me through to upcoming fuck. He slowly started pulling out and stopping only to apply more lube and then pushing back in. His fucking motion and the sheer size of his cock created a vacuum in my ass which in turn made a sloppy airy squishy farting noise that you only hear when the fuck is nasty. Michael started grunting and cursing again. Every few minutes he would feed me more poppers and body slam into me again. I clamped down on his cock to give him his money’s worth and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Sweat was pouring off his face and onto me. Each time he slammed back into my cunt he was making me more of a whore for his black cock. Michael told me to watch this. I looked down and he pulled his saturated dick completely out and slammed it back into my ass. Now my eyes rolled to the back of my head. He repeated this 8 or 10 times. Then he pulled out, and quickly slid 4 fingers and most of the palm of his hand into my ass and slowly twisted. We both moaned incoherently. Michael made eye contact and said he loved the warmth and feeling of a freshly fucked hole. He shoved his cock back in and jack-hammered be into the bed. My head was slamming against the headboard which knocking pictures off the wall. I was delirious and moaning jumbled sentences begging him to fuck me. I reached down between our legs and scooped up globs of pre-cum, lube and ass juice and lubed my cock up. I looked up at Michael, who was now basically doing push-ups on top of me, made eye contact and stuttered the words, “Wreck my fucking cunt.” At that instant, blew my load all over my face, Michael’s face and both of our chests. Volley after volley landed somewhere across one of us. That did it for Michael. “This is how it feels to get nigger fucked. Here I go you fucking hot white-trash motherfucker.” He pumped harder and hard then buried his cock and stayed still. I could feel his heartbeat through his dick. I felt it pulse really hard. He shot load after load into me. His cock continued to pulse and I could actually feel the heat of his cum inside me. He stayed still while his cock finished blowing its nut. I lost track of cum shots and heartbeats as they soon became one in the same. He laid there on top of me for a few minutes catching his breath. Once in a while he’d flex his cock and I would return the gesture by clamping down on his softening dick. After we recovered, Michael slowly pulled his cock out of my ass causing a vacuum “whoosh” sound and a small river of cum began to flow out of my ass. He looked at it and said, “That’s hot.” I had never been so thoroughly fucked in my life. The storm eventually passed. I never did get together with Michael again. We’d pass each other at the complex and flirt. Once we even tried to get together again, but it never seemed to work out. I will never forget that night in the hurricane.
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It was on Craigslist of all places. I couldn’t remember the last time I trolled Craigslist for dick, but his ad got my attention: Blindfolded with Poppers – You walk in. Get on the bed on your hands and knees. I come in behind you and breed you. Bring poppers. 28, good build, 8c. There were a few torso pics. He looked a little Middle Eastern with a really nice dick. Hairy, but trimmed up nicely. Fuck. I thought this is really risky, but damn it sounded hot. I emailed him with a few pictures and he got back to me immediately. He said it was simple. He wanted to fuck anonymous ass raw. I was to bring a blindfold, a jock strap and poppers. I would text him when I got there and he’d unlock the door. I was not to remove my blindfold under any circumstances. It was on. This started out with what would become a long term fuck-buddy relationship with Jason. Of course, I didn’t know his name at that time, but I’m getting ahead of myself. I arrived at this apartment complex and at first, couldn’t find the unit number. After texting him a few times I finally found it. He wanted me to walk in, strip leaving my jock strap on, get on the bed on all fours with my ass hanging off the edge and to have poppers out and on the bed. Needless to say this is nerve wracking because this could all be some terrible hoax that someone is playing and I’m caught breaking into a stranger’s apartment. I walked up to the door and with my heart pounding, twisted the door knob and it turned. I slowly opened the door and it was pitch black inside and there was some rock music playing in the background. I shut the door behind me and locked it. My eyes adjusted to the darkness and I could make out a one-bedroom apartment. I walked into the bedroom and took off my clothes, adjusted my jock strap and got into position leaving the poppers on the bed as instructed. I placed the blindfold over my eyes and waited. I could hear someone in the bathroom but I couldn’t tell what they were doing. My heart was racing harder now because I still didn’t know 100% that I was where I was supposed to be. Is this guy legit and is this his apartment? I heard the door open and could hear someone walking around the room. I felt him reach across the bed and take the bottle of poppers and take a few hits. Then I felt his hands on my ass and I arched my back, practically purring. I wanted this. I wanted this unknown, unseen person to stick his cock in me and fuck me. He got up on the bed and moved in front of me. I could smell the musk coming from his crotch. I moved my head forward and I had my face in his bush. I started licking. His pubes were course and smelled incredibly masculine. He guided his soft cock into my mouth. It was cut and had a nice length to it, but I couldn’t tell at this point how well hung he was. I had his entire cock in my mouth and started sucking and licking. I heard him say, “That’s right Babyboy, eat your daddies cock.” I loved his voice and I loved that he was starting to talk dirty. It was strange that he referred to himself as daddy because I am positive I am older than him by several years. I was feeling all over his body and discovered he was built and tight with a flat stomach and a nice beefy ass. As Jason’s cock started to grow in my mouth, it became apparent that he was really nicely hung. He hit the poppers again and then held it down for me and fed me a hit. Remember I couldn’t see anything blindfolded. My head started soaring and Jason took the back of my head and started driving his cock deep into the back of my throat. He would let up for a minute and then piston fuck his cock right back into my throat and hold it there until I ran out of air. I was doing everything I could not to gag and try to control his thrusts, but he had my head locked and all I could do was concentrate on breathing and opening my throat. As a result, large copious amounts of saliva started running in a steady stream down his shaft and onto his balls and then puddling on the bed. “You like daddy’s cock, little boy? Are you daddy’s boy? Do you like this fat dark dick?” Jason pulled out and let me take a moment to breathe again. I licked his pubes and balls while I was taking a break holding onto his rock-hard ass cheeks the entire time. I had his entire crotch area soaked. This went on for what felt like 30 minutes when Jason pulled his dick out of my throat and got off the bed. Again I felt his hands on my ass cheeks and kneading them like dough spreading them apart and squeezing them together again. “Ummmm, daddy loves his little girl’s pussy. You gonna give me some of this pussy, baby boy?” I moaned and told him, “Fuck yeah.” Again getting super turned on with his dirty talk. It’s interesting that he was referring to me as “daddy’s little girl” because I’m definitely a masculine guy. I have broad shoulders, muscular legs and an expansive chest. No one ever feminized me before. I’m surprised that it turned me on and didn’t offend me. It should have. I don’t like feminine girly guys and certainly don’t want to be one. Not that there is anything wrong with that, but it’s just not my thing. This dudes mouth got me hot. At that point I felt him lean in and stick his tongue in my ass. I pressed back and moaned, “Oh fuck yeah, Daddy.” He growled and really started eating me out with a vengeance spreading my cheeks as far apart as they could physically get. I reached back searching for the poppers and suddenly they appeared in my hand. I took a nice long hit while Jason had his tongue cork-screwing into my hole. While I was taking a hit, Jason stood up and I could feel his cock graze across my hole. I could feel its heat. He took the poppers from me and started taking a hit for himself. After 2 really long draws on the bottle, he put the cap back on and dropped them on the bed. He lined his cock up with my ass and slowly pushed forward, through my ass ring and kept going until he bottomed out. When he reached bottom he exhaled and said, “I fucking love this cunt.” With that he started a steady job of fucking me; stopping every few minutes to hit the poppers. Occasionally he would pull is cock out and replace it with 3 fingers and tell me that my “pussy” was so warm from the friction. And then, he shoved his cock back in all the way and return to fucking me hard. I reached between my legs and grabbed his balls to encourage him to keep fucking me saying, “I love your daddy dick, man.” And he’d return the compliment by saying, “And daddy loves his baby’s pussy.” Jason stopped fucking me for a moment leaving his cock halfway buried in my ass. I thought he was going to take another hit of poppers, but he didn’t reach for the bottle. Instead I heard a camera shutter go off several times and knew he was taking pictures. This was a huge turn on. After a few minutes he resumed fucking me with a strong steady pace. After about 5 minutes or so, he pulled out and jumped on the bed again and stuck his cock in my face. It was warm and smelled of what I thought must be cum, but he hadn’t orgasmed yet. I started lapping at his cock and then sucking it and deep throating it like a hungry slut. I loved feeling how hot his cock was from being inside my ass. He leaned down and fed me a hit of poppers and whispered, “Do you want me to breed that white pussy for you?” I pulled his sloppy cock from my mouth and looked up in the direction of his voice and said, “Yes, Daddy, I want it bad.” Jason jumped back off the bed, got behind me and grabbed one ass cheek in each hand and plowed into my hole again and started relieving some obvious stressed on my puss. He pumped, pounded, pulled completely out and rammed back in 10 or 12 times. I was taking it by arching my back and holding still and letting him pound me hard and moaning guttural incoherent sounds. I could feel his pelvic bone every time he bottomed out in me. I was nothing more than a fucking animal in heat. He was breathing extremely hard and his fuck got faster and faster until he pushed completely forward and froze. Jason let out a deep resonating growl that sounded so primitive and sexy. I could feel his cock pulse in my ass. He shot five or six times and then buried his cock balls deep and froze again while he caught his breath. Jason laid on my back creating a layer of sweat between us. I could feel him flex his cock in my ass several times and feel his breath in the crook of my neck. Very quickly, Jason pulled his cock from my ass as if he didn’t want anything to spill out. He came around one last time for me to clean his cock up. This time I definitely tasted cum. He left and went into the bathroom. I lay on the bed to catch my breath and relished in the fuck that I’d just received. I still had no idea what this hot mother fucker looked like. After a moment, I gathered my thoughts and my clothes got dressed and started heading out of the bedroom. The bathroom door was cracked and I could see Jason’s reflection in the mirror. He couldn’t see me. He couldn’t have been more than 28. He had long, beautiful jet black rocker-type hair that he wore up high in a ponytail. He had pale skin so I have no idea what ethnicity he was but he certainly didn’t identify as white. I walked out and got in my car and stayed there again catching my breath. Jason sent me a picture of him with his cock in my ass. I love that picture. We continued to fuck the same way; anonymous, blindfolded, with poppers and with him referring to me as “boy” or “daddy’s little girl” and always referring to my “pussy.” I loved every single time we got together. I really get off on your comments.
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This is a true story and it happened in November of 2021, my friend who is also my roommate and connection went to see family for Thanksgiving and asked if I could help him out with his clients and I knew if not all most of them and they knew me so I told him I would. I got a call from one of the guys he deals with and I sort of knew him he seemed ok to me. He asked if I had anything for him I asked what he wanted and he said he needed a ounce I told him I had it and I gave him the price and he said he would take it but he couldn't come to where I was. I asked him where he was and he said that he was home, now from where I live to where he lives it's a good 2 and a half hour drive but I also knew if I sold what I had I didn't have to sell anymore for the night. I told him that I could bring it to him but I couldn't get to his place til about 11pm as it was just after 8pm. He said that was fine, he also said that if I wanted to I could stay for a bit instead of driving another 2 and a hours back I said that I just might take him up on the offer. He said just let me know before you get here and I said ok. Like I said I knew this guy a little bit and he seemed really cool and from what I could gather he didn't seem to be a guy who likes to get wild never mind being in control plus from what my friend told me he really didn't play much because of his husband so I didn't think I had anything to worry about. But was I wrong. Before my friend/roommate went to see his family this guy had asked my roommate about me and my roommate wanted to know what he meant. His friend said that he wanted to PnP with me, my friend started to laugh and said that I wouldn't be his type and his friend asked why. So my roommate decided to tell him just about everything about me. What I like and what I am into and that I don't play with anyone he or our other roommate plays with and his friend said really and my roommate said yeah it's his thing. His friend said can I ask you something else and my roommate said sure, he asked if there was anything that I wanted to try but I haven't. ( Now my roommate/connection pretty much knows everything about me and that includes things about sex. Things that should have not been told to other people) My roommate thought about it and decided not to tell him so he told him that he would have to ask me. But his friend decided to push the question more and my roommate asked him why wanted to know so bad. He told my roommate that he would do anything he could so he could play with me and my roommate said anything and he said yeah why. (From what I was told after this had happened) my roommate had this look on him as he said to his friend if I tell you and if it happens you have to promise me that you have it all on video, his friend said ok. So my roommate/connection went on to tell him that I have been wanting to have a guy I was PnP with turn out to be a guy who would take control over me and have my wrist and ankles tied or strapped to a bed or sling and have both of my holes used and get me so high that he whores me out to anyone who wanted to use me and my holes. His friend said are you serious and my roommate said he was serious but he also told him that I had never had a cock down my throat because of my gag reflex, he continued to tell him that if he really wanted to go through with it that he had to promise my roommate one thing and his friend asked what that was and again my roommate had this evil grin and said that he had to have at least 1 guy who was big and thick and have a video of him giving my throat a good fucking and his friend said he definitely would make sure that it would happen he actually knew a couple guys who are definitely big and thick enough and he knew at least 1 of them likes making guys take his cock down their throat. Now this was talked about a couple weeks before I went to his place during those 2 weeks this friend of his was going online and setting up this gangbang session where I would be tied or strapped to the sling and I would be HnH and will take any guys load. On the night I went to drop off the ounce off I told him that I was going to stay for a little bit and gave him a time I would be there. Not knowing what he had planned I arrived around the time I had told him I would be there and when I walked in to his place it was him,his husband and 2 other guys. I was introduced to them and their names were Tom and Nick my roommates friends name is Kevin and his husband's name is Dan. Kevin offered me something to drink and I told him that a water or soda was fine he had come back with a glass of soda and as I was getting his stuff ready I started to drink the soda. We all were smoking some t and as I was wrapping things up and was getting ready to leave I got up and got really light headed and my vision was blurry. When I went to stand up I almost went over but I grabbed on to something to stop myself from falling what I had grabbed onto was part of a chair that one of the guys was sitting in and when I grabbed it Tom reached up and held onto my arm and I didn't realize it at first but when he grabbed my arm I fell onto his lap and when I did I could feel how big he was and it kind a shock me. I have seen some nice size cocks but only on video and this guy definitely felt that he was big. When I went to stand up I apologized and he just smiled and said it was ok then I felt his hand on the back of my ass as he said to bad you are leaving and Kevin said are you ok and I told him that I was just probably tired from the ride and that I would be fine. Then I remember Kevin saying to me that my fantasy is going to happen tonight and then I remember opening my eyes and still some blurry I heard someone saying in my ear enjoy the ride as I felt something in my arm and then very shortly after I felt that I felt something on my other arm and I started to feel that warm rushing feeling and I knew that I had just been pointed as I was feeling this warm rushing feeling I was thinking why does warm rushing feeling feel so strong I then realized that I had been slammed twice and when I started to cough I heard someone say ok good ahead and make sure that his hole stays all lubed up and then I hear what sounded like a motor turn on and felt something pushing up against my asshole and then I was finally able to see straight and when I did I saw that I was completely naked with my legs pushed back and in the air and 3 guys standing on both sides of me and someone else sitting or kneeling between my spreading legs and then I heard Kevin say Tom why don't you get behind him as Kevin and Nick stood on each side of the sling and I heard Kevin say to Dan his husband how is it looking and Dan said I think we need to turn it up more and before I realized what was happening Kevin pick up something and turned the knob and as he did whatever was pushing up against my asshole was pushing even more as I felt my hole start to open up and stretch and Kevin leaning towards me saying that I was going to take every cock and load that is offered to me and that I was going to enjoy the first of many as he said to Tom go ahead and show him what it feels like to get throat fucked by a big and thick cock. I remember looking up because they had my head hanging as Tom stood over me with my head between his legs and seeing his cock and I was shocked not only was it big like I thought it would be but he was also very thick and I definitely didn't want him to give me or my throat a fucking with his cock. But I was in no position to stop him Too be continued
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I had been playing with my cock for about an hour. You know, edging. I kept watching the precum ooze out of the tip of my cock and thought, “I need to get laid, bad.” I was hanging out on Manhunt, but it didn’t look like a promising night. It was a Tuesday; not much of a fuck night. I was about to give up and jack-off to a hot blog story, when my mail icon started flashing. “Like your look, man.” I opened his profile; Brazilian, 180, 6’2, 26, good shape, “love it wild”. But the guy didn’t have any pics. Damn. I wasn’t going to risk it tonight so I blew him off and told him I needed to see his pics before I connected. Thread: BrazilianJock: What are you into, stud? Looking for? Joshua4U: Hot times and not looking for anything in particular. U? BrazilianJock: Total top, man, love getting into some hot ass. Joshua4U: Don’t usually connect without a photo. BrazilianJock: You won’t be disappointed, man. You are exactly what I need. He invited me over. I caved. We agreed to meet at a parking lot and if all was cool, I’d go to his apartment close by. I was expecting it to be a bust, but I was intrigued. If I didn’t throw a bone when I saw him, I’d just excuse myself and leave. No harm, no foul. I showered and put on my favorite cock ring and jock strap and wore ripped up slut-jeans – just in case. I grabbed some lube and a beer. I arrived on time and sat in my car drinking my beer, waiting. Suddenly I realized I forgot to bring poppers, damn. Then I saw this chubby older guy walking over to my car and I thought, “Shit, I knew tonight was going to turn out like this.” Well I’ll just tell the guy that I am looking for something different. He walked up to my window and I started to lower it when he walked right past my car then kept walking. About the same time, a truck pulled up right next to me and a hot looking dark-featured guy rolled down the window. “Hey Josh, how’s it going?” I knew right then I was going to follow this guy home. “Name’s Rick. It’s American for Enrique.” Beautiful accent and beautiful boy. We got to his apartment, which was sparse and it appeared he might be staying with a friend. He said he was from South America, Brazil in fact and spoke with a silky beautiful Latin accent. This guy was reeking sexual energy. He walked like a confident hunter ready to claim his prey. He was tall and dark and had close shaved dark hair. He had a great smile and tight, fit, lean body. He asked me if I wanted anything to drink and then walked me straight to the bedroom with two beers in hand. We lay down on his bed which was nothing more than a mattress on the floor and started making out. He was an animal when it came to kissing. The kind of kiss that told you the sex was going to be incredible. He had his tongue all the way in the back of my throat and was starting to twist and tweak my nips a little through my shirt. Then ran his hand under my shirt and grabbed a nipple and twisted it while he reached another depth in the back of my throat. My cock stiffened immediately in response. He got my shirt off and started licking from my mouth to my neck and onto my left tit. It felt incredible. He started to bite down a little and then a lot; and then a lot more. Almost to the point I couldn’t take it, but he sensed this and backed off. My fucking tit was on fire and I was so fucking turned on. I took his shirt off and he had a perfectly smooth olive skinned body with abs so well defined that I could actually feel the ripples across his stomach. I licked his armpit until it was soaking wet and then sucked on his tits. First his left and then I left a saliva trail to the one on the right. I was rubbing his abs all over and went lower until I reached the waist band of his shorts. I slipped my hand inside and felt his wiry pubes. They felt like they were clipped which is a big turn on for me. Going further, I could tell he was hard and felt the base of his cock. It was thick and hot. Trailing down further, I was starting to realize this guy has a big dick; a really big dick. I must have had a reaction to this because he looked at me and said, “I love to see a guy’s reaction when he finds out about my cock, it’s a huge turn on.” I didn’t know what to say. I was trying not to appear overly enthusiastic because I didn’t want to let on that I was a whore for big dick. “Man, you have a fantastic cock” was all I could think of. I pulled his shorts down and he spread his legs and got comfortable. I look down between his legs and saw he had a perfect treasure trail from his navel to his bush, but his thick hard cock trailed up past his navel. He was uncut with a fat head. The foreskin on his cock wrapped tightly around the middle of the head creating a perfect halo. He was thick; I couldn’t touch my first finger to my thumb when wrapped around it. His piss slit was leaking clear goo and I knew I was going to have a challenge with this cock and my heart raced thinking about it. I put my face to his bush and smelled his essence. Then I licked the side of his cock and over his tight bush, down between his balls and thigh and up again to his bush. I licked up his cock and covered the head with my mouth. I tongued his piss slit and worked as much goo out of his cock as I could get. He had taken the back of my head and laced his fingers through my hair and tightened his grip. Rick started pushing his crotch closer to my mouth and my head closer to his crotch. I held my breath and took his cock into my mouth about 1/3 of the way. I was using a lot of spit. I was squirming and starting to moan a little. I came up off his dick, dribbled a lot of saliva down his cock, and then started going down on him again; more and more and a little more, until his cock would not go any further. I signaled to him that I was going for it and “punched” that huge cock past the ring in my throat. His cock was now free to slide the rest of the way down. He took the back of my head and pressed me all the way to his bush. “Oh fuck, yeah! Swallow my cock. Eat that dick, man,” he moaned. God knows, I was trying. His bush, completely coated with my spit, was in my nose and face. I inhaled through my nose, slowly and started to pull back, but only a little. I fucked my throat back down. Up and down, and up and down; little throat fucks. I could actually feel the area where my tonsils were getting warmer from the fuck. Then I controlled a “swallow” and that took Rick to new heights. “Son of a bitch, what are you doing? How’d you do that? Oh fuck yeah.” He pulled me off his cock sooner that I wanted. I was ready to devour his dick. I could have nursed on him much, much longer. He laid me back and got on top of me and kissed me again. He said, “Now I’m gonna make you feel good.” He licked down across my chest and stomach and to my cock head and took it in. He sucked my cock for a few minutes then licked my balls. Then he took my legs and lifted them up in the air exposing my ass. I felt his tongue swipe across my hole and I thought, “Oh yeah, this fucker eats ass, perfect. Nice.” I moaned to encourage him and he started really eating. He wasn’t getting the angle he wanted so he flipped me over and spread my cheeks as far apart as he could and dove in. He whispered, “I want inside there, dude. Give me the fucking hole, man.” He proceeded to chew and gnaw and lick and tongue my hole like it’s never been eaten before. I was pushing back on his mouth trying to help him get even more in. “Push out, man, let’s do this right.” I concentrated and pushed my ass lips out and felt his teeth scrape across and then secure my entire ass ring in his bite. Once he had it in between his teeth, he started sucking my hole like a mad man. I could feel his saliva dribble down my balls and onto the bed. I reached between my legs and felt my cock is was soaked with spit and precum. I let go of my cock for fear of shooting too soon. Rick pulled his tongue out of my hole and got up and went into the kitchen and came back with a few more beers. Excellent, I thought, we are going to take our time. We sat next to each other catching our breath, sipping beer and feeling each other’s equipment. After about two minutes Rick was ready for the next round. I emptied the beer in two guzzles and kept the last swig in my mouth. I took his cock and slide it into my mouth and let the beer cool things down. He was standing and I was kneeling. I spit his cock out because I could never deep throat him from that angle. I popped both his balls into my mouth. They were medium sized and hairless. He spread his legs and I saw his brown hole winking at me. I just couldn’t wait and I licked further back and hit my target. Rick grabbed my hand and put it on his cock and fucked my fist and pushed his hole onto my mouth with each backwards thrust. He was in ecstasy. Moaning and fucking. After what seemed like only 10 minutes or so of eating that smooth hairless ass, Rick was ready for more. He lay back on the bed and held his cock which was visibly throbbing. “Get up here and put your pussy on my mouth.” I jumped up on the bed and squatted over his face. He grabbed my ass cheeks, spread them apart and pulled me down onto his opened mouth and proceeded to get my hole real wet. He started fingering me with one hand and jerking his big Latin cock with the other. His foreskin was snapping back and forth over his cock head making his dick juice bubble. He added a second finger and started working them in deep. At some point he handed me a new bottle of poppers and said, “Here, open these and take a little hit.” It was like Christmas morning seeing that bottle of poppers. I tore open a new bottle of Jungle Juice and took a small hit. Just as I started feeling that warm whorish, lustful feeling spread throughout my body, Rick inserted a third finger stretching me open. My inner slut came out and I arched my back and pushed down on his fingers. I felt them stretch me open really wide and then slide in all the way down to the palm of his hand. I exhaled and emitted a “growl” sound. I kept eyeing the rock-hard angry cock he was jacking. He started fucking his fingers in and out of me making me squirm onto them. “Sweet, man, you got a nice ass. Do you want to sit down on this fat Latin cock and take a little ride?” It was rhetorical. He pulled his fingers out and the cool air whooshed up my ass. I wanted it to feel warm again. I moved and stood between his hips. I stared at his cock and squatted into position. His cock head and foreskin was covered with precum. I grabbed his dick and stuck the head at my hole and rubbed it against my ass lips to grease it up. He was really juicing at this point. I was, too. Rick said, “Ohh yeah, sweet. Nice, man, rub that juice all over your hole.” With that I pushed my body weight onto his cock but nothing happened. I tried again. His head was pretty thick and my ass ring was holding back. I wanted this cock in me so bad that I tried again, and then it unexpectedly popped in. I gasped and held my breath until I realized that I got the head in. I was looking at Rick and he said, “That’s it baby. Here take a big hit.” And he put the poppers under my nose. I took a huge hit, inhaled, and slowly started sliding down on that huge cock. The feeling was incredible and I made my decent until I felt his bush. It was one slow but steady slide all the way down his pelvic bone. He took my hips and held me still. “Just rock back and forth, man.” I did just as he said. I moved up a little and back a few times. “Joshua, you’ve got my entire cock buried up your hole. You feel so fucking hot. The inside of your ass is on fire.” I squeezed his cock and started milking his dick with my ass. I was feeling so hot and softly moaning uncontrollably. After about five minutes of rocking back and forth Rick said, “Stud, lift your ass up and off my cock and stay there. I want to fuck up into you, ok?” So I lifted my ass off his cock stopping at his cock head. He grabbed my hips and started slowly working his cock in and then out of my ass. Then he picked up spend and then he started laying into me. He was really fucking my ass with a lot of force. The friction was awesome. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. When I was able to refocus, he had a wide grin on his face and pulled his cock out. With his sexy heavy Brazilian accent he said, “I love fucking that sexy hole man; what I like most is the look on your face when I bury my cock into your pussy. It’s fucking hot. I love fucking a bottom who knows how to take cock.” He flipped me over onto my back and pulled my ass off the edge of the bed. He then took some pillows and placed them under my shoulders and lower back. He lifted my legs up into the air and spread them wide. Rick looked around until he spotted the poppers, then signaled me to get them and said, “Your gonna need them, stud. Take a deep hit and hold them in.” I felt the heat of his cock head at my opening again and I inhaled a long deel hit and held it in. Rick said, “Exhale.” Then he sank his swollen stiff cock to the root. I let go of the poppers bottle and grabbed his tits and held on. I screamed, “Yeah, I feel all that cock up in me, fucker. Give me what you got, hard as you want, I can take it. Fuck my ass.” At this point, Rick was fucking down into me as I looked up at his cock being stuffed into my ass at every onslaught. He was pulling completely out and shoving it back in and grunting with each reentry. Twice I saw his cock come out and it had his precum and my ass juice trailing off the tip. We were getting into a nice juicy nasty fuck. My favorite way to get it; wet, slippery, nasty and raw. He was now grabbing his cock and aiming it at my hole with each new plunge. I was delirious and begging him to fuck me harder and faster. Suddenly he pulled out, jumped up onto the bed and was feeding his cock to me down my throat. I sucked his cock and licked the juices off for several minutes. He told me he was getting close. I looked up at him and pleaded, “Rick, will you fuck me some more before you shoot?” He looked down and smiled and said, “Yeah man, but fair warning, I’m not gonna last much longer.” He got off the bed and lifted my legs back up again, but this time he pushed them back to the side of my head with my ass hanging off the edge of the bed. He got on top, popped his cock in me in one thrust and stayed there buried balls deep. He opened the bottle of poppers and gave me some and then took a hit himself. He said, “Come one you hot motherfucker, let’s bring this one home.” I clamped down on his cock as he started busting my ass for all it was worth. We were screaming unintelligible filth to each other. I swear my spine started tingling and I had this most amazing sensation deep inside my core. I knew I was starting to have an involuntary anal orgasm. Rick started first. “Oh fuck, Oh fuck, Oh fuck, I’m gonna shoot. Fuck you, man. Eat this!” With that, Rick pulled out and straddled my chest in lightning speed. I was barely able to tell what was happening because it was all so fast, but I was staring right at his enflamed cock head as it started shooting pelt after pelt of hot white jism directly onto my face. He was aiming for my mouth and I had it wide open. Rick said as he was shooting, “Oh yeah, man, that’s it. Take this load.” On the third or fourth volley he started hitting my tongue and mouth. I swallowed as much as I could catch and was open to receive more… and it came. This stud shot buckets of cum. Watching him shoot was so hot I couldn’t hold back any longer and I grabbed my own cock and started blowing my load. It was so fucking intense. All I could do was stare at Rick; not saying a word, not even breathing; but he knew I was unloading all over my stomach and his back. He looked down at me and said, “Josh, you look so fucking sexy with my load all over your face.” I had cum running down the side of my face, from my mouth, from my hair and all over my stomach and legs. I was in an aftershock state and just tried to control my breathing. Once I recovered, Rick threw me a towel and we showered together and made plans to meet again. That was the last time I underestimated Tuesday’s as a bad fuck night. It was the best. I get off on your comments.
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Anyone who has been to P-Town has heard about the Dick Dock. Everyone talks about it; most secretly yearn to go; several go to watch. But only the real confident and grounded guys have the confidence to go to the Dick Dock and fuck. I knew I was going to the Dick Dock tonight. No question about it. Provincetown is s conservative New England seaside community in disguise. You’d never know from looking at night it becomes a den of inequity where denizens get as hot and nasty as any New York City backroom. In fact some New Yorkers come to P-Town to play. It can be that hot. One summer a friend of mine and I went to P-Town to go camping (and get nailed). On Saturday evening we decided to go out and have some fun. I spent extra time getting extra cleaned out and decided to wear easily accessible shorts and a tank top. I grabbed a bottle of poppers and lube and headed to the A-House. The A-House is a hot “guys” bar free of attitude and pretension. My friend met someone early on and said his goodbyes – the lucky fuck. I hadn’t found anything of interest but I was getting into the conversation, the music and the cocktails. The bartender poured excellent drinks. I was feeling pretty good as the evening worn on. That what kind of a bar the A-House is. The A-House is small and the small single bathrooms face right into the bar room. What is interesting is that each of the doors has a cut out of a half-moon to resemble an old outhouse. The lights in the restrooms are red so you can imagine how the restrooms look. I needed to pee so I went up to what was becoming a small line waiting for the johns. The guy in front of me was looking at me pretty intensely and I felt my dick stir. He was pretty hot looking wearing just a pair of leather pants and an arm band. Hot chest and a nice taunt package stuffed into the pouch of those leather pants. When his turn came, he signaled me to go in with him. I thought what the hell and followed. These are single stall bathrooms. I go in and he turns me around to face the door. Of course it had a half moon cut-out, about the size of a dinner plate, right at eye level. He slid my shorts down all the way to my ankles. I reached over and latched the door. I could see everyone in the bar. He knelt down and threaded my foot out of my shorts. He lightly bit my left ass cheek. Then he spread my cheeks wide and buried his face in my ass and started to eat. He was a moaner. I like that. He was really getting into this ass eating. The more he ate it seemed the hungrier he got. I could feel his vocal chords vibrate onto my hole as he moaned and lathered me up really good. I could feel his saliva begin to run slowly down my leg. I started to push back on his tongue, fucking my hole onto his face. I looked out into the bar and wondered if anyone could possibly know that someone was in here eating my ass out. If anyone paid attention they would notice that I was looking out of the bathroom door instead of facing the wall where the urinal was. After about 10 minutes, he pulled his tongue out and stood up. He told me he was sorry but he had to go. His boyfriend was at the bar waiting for him. I looked at him and he had ass juices all over his face. He quickly excused himself and walked out of the john leaving me there feeling the cool air kissing the saliva on my asshole. It felt like the shock of spearmint. I looked out the half-moon and watched the guy walk up to his boyfriend at the bar and shoved his tongue into his mouth. They started making out. Fuck, they must have been in on this together. The leather dude goes in eats a hole and brings cunt juice back to his lover. They made out like porn stars until the lover got all of my juice from his boyfriend. That was fucking hot. I cleaned up, pissed, and stuffed my rock-hard cock back into my shorts and left. I hung out and had another drink. Every once in awhile, the guy’s boyfriend would look at me and smile. All too soon, the bartenders hollered “last call” so I decided to leave. As I was heading out the door I brushed by the couple and the boyfriend whispered in my ear, “You taste great man, thanks.” I smiled and told him his boyfriend did all the work, he should thank him. I slid past them and out onto the street. I took a left onto Commercial Street towards the campground. The streets were really crowded and Spiritus Pizza was lined up out the door with wasted patrons needing to sober up on some of their magical pizza. As I walked down a little further, I noticed a guy down the street on the ocean side take an abrupt left and disappear. As he neared where he the spot I realized this was where the Boatslip was. The famous Dick Dock was supposed to be just below it somewhere. I love outdoor sleazy sex and my cock stiffened at the prospect of going to the famous Dick Dock. I had always thought it was folklore, but here it is. I turned left onto the same path the guy took before me and I knew there would be many more following our footsteps before the sun comes up. That is if the Dick Dock really existed. As I got to the end of the path, I looked up at the 3 story hotel and heard the music from the pool dance party one floor above me. The Boatslip is built up on pier and beams to protect it from high tides and flooding. There was a hole cut into a chain link privacy fence restricting access to the underside of the Boatslip’s pool and boardwalk one floor above. This was the “Dick Dock”; a low concrete ceiling, sandy dunes and cement pillars that held up the foundation of the Boatslip’s public space above. The hole was large enough for a man to stoop down and squeeze through. Once inside, it was nothing but a bunch of sand and concrete pillars. I couldn’t see very well but it didn’t appear that anyone was here. I was about to turn and leave fearing that I had stumbled into the wrong place when I saw a distant cigarette illuminate. My dick and heart decided the game was back on again. I was feeling my way around navigating by using the concrete pillars when I heard the unmistakable sound of cock sucking. What does cock sucking sound like? Cock sucking. There is nothing else that sounds like that. I looked down and there was a cute blonde on his knees, shirtless with a cock buried to its balls in his mouth. The owner of the cock had his hands on the back of the blonde’s hair and face fucking him good. The blonde had spit dribbling off his chin and the guy’s balls, but that didn’t slow him down any. My eyes began to adjust and I could start to see the silhouette of about 20 guys or so. It was surreal against the backdrop of the moon reflecting on the water. I walked through the crowd towards the middle and just stood still. A hot butch guy walked up beside me in a ripped up plaid sleeveless shirt and a pair of jeans that had seen better days. We made eye contact. I was about to hit my knees but then I felt my zipper going down on my shorts. Looking down I saw some dude in front of me lowering my shorts. Another guy knelt right next to him in front of my plaid shirt guy. I looked back up to see what the plaid shirt guy was thinking. He was staring right at me smiling. He reached over and started pinching my tit. Then the guy on his knees in front of me swallowed my cock to the balls. I moaned. I started tweaking the plaid shirts big nips too, he was so fucking hot. He never took his eyes off of me. He got his face really close to mine and asked me if my cock felt good. I said yes and then he closed his eyes and moaned and I knew he was getting deep throated. He leaned over and while still pinching my tits, opened his mouth and started deep kissing me. He licked the side of my face and down my neck and then sucked one of my tits into his mouth. “Oh fuck yeah, dude” was all I could come up with. I grabbed my bottle of poppers and his eyes lit up. I gave him a hit and leaned down and told his cocksucker, “Man now is the time to eat that cock because this stud is about to feed you.” Then we started making out again. He pulled back and looked at me and said, “This is so fucking hot. We each have our own private cocksucker.” He buried his tongue back down my throat. I felt him moaning and then growling in the back of my throat. I new he was unloading down the guy’s throat. My cocksucker was taking his time, which I was grateful for because I was not ready to blow. We continued making out until my plaid shirt guy’s heart slowed down. His cocksucker was busy cleaning up his dick. Afterwards he looked up at us and said thanks. We kissed again as I patted my cocksucker’s head and indicating I was not ready to shoot and was zipping up and thanked him. I wanted to see what else was going on here. I wondered to the far side under the dock. There were guys getting blown all over the place. There were teams of guys in circles doing just about everything. I stood there looking over the guys and felt a hand on my cock. I looked to my left and saw a hot black 20-something looking at me intensely. He was wearing basketball shorts and a tank. He pushed his hand inside my shorts and grabbed my cock. I reached over for his crotch, but he already had is 9-incher out and it was rock hard. He had a beautiful cock; strait as an arrow, hard as a rock and chocolate brown. We stood there jacking for a few minutes. Then I turned got on my knees in front of him. I looked up at his silhouette and saw that perfect cock in front of me. I stuck out my tongue and lapped the tip. His cock jumped and a bead of pre-cum oozed out. I licked it off and licked the head. Next I licked the sides and then all over until his black cock glistened with saliva. I grabbed each one of his smooth muscled butt cheeks and looked up right into his eyes. I kept eye contact as I started my decent on his cock pulling his cannonball ass cheeks into my face. He stared at me the entire time. He watched me until my top lip was pressed against his wiry bush. I just stayed there, inhaling his scent. He continued to stare. I was running out of air. Tears swelled up in my eyes. Suddenly I had this overwhelming sensation to keep that cock in my mouth forever. I wanted it so bad that I relaxed. Slowly I exhaled from my nostrils and inhaled ever so slowly and controlled. I swallowed. He moaned. I could tell that tomorrow, I’m going to have one bad sore throat. My stud smiled and his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he looked up and moaned again. I pulled off his cock and went down again; and again, and again. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me off his cock and up to his face. “I ain’t cumming that soon. Not with that pretty little white butt you’ve got. Drop your shorts and grab your ankles, man. I want some of this.” I did exactly as he said and immediately I was rewarded with his tongue in my ass. He started eating like a wild man. This stud LOVED ass. I bent down and searched my shorts for my poppers. This gave him even more access. I swear I could feel his top teeth inside my asshole. It was so fucking hot and I was raging hard. I pushed back and ground my hole onto his face wishing it were somehow possible for him to get in even deeper. It felt like he had two sets of hands; they were all over my ass. He pulled back and spit into my hole and started rubbing his finger all around the perimeter of my pucker. He slowly inserted it and rolled it all the way around. I pushed back onto it to let him know I was getting really hot for him. I felt a second finger ease in. I realized the second finger was from the other hand. My stud had the first digit of each hand inside my hole and was rubbing them all around. Then I felt a little pressure as he stretched his fingers apart. He opened my hole and stuck his tongue even deeper than before. Awesome. The was unfucking believably awesome. He stood up and leaned over my back and whispered, “I’m gonna fuck you boy.” I could feel his cock rubbing all around my asshole. He had somehow lubed his cock because it was super greasy. Every few seconds his cock head would graze my hole and I would tense a little in anticipation. “You want some of this cock, boy? Man you pretty. I love the way you look and you got a hot ass too. My buddy here has been eating that out for me. But I got me a little taste too, you got one hot ass. This is Marcus.” A bit dazed and confused, I looked over to the side and noticed a guy standing there with his pants around his ankles stroking a nice sized uncut cock. He was about 30 or so and well-built and creole or Latin. His bush was clipped short which made his cock look even bigger. Marcus started tweaking my tit and I moaned. I was definitely cool with Marcus. “Marcus, pull his pretty little ass cheeks apart, man” he whispered. I could feel the heat and energy coming from my black stud’s cock pointing right at my hole. I pushed back a little to signal that I was ready. Marcus walked in front of me putting his dick in my face. He leaned down and told me, “Man this twisted mother fucker is crazy for white ass so if you like getting fucked you’re in for a ride.” He reached down and had me step out of my shorts, then pulled my shirt over my head. He took the poppers out of my hand, opened them and held one nostril closed as I inhaled then held the other one closed while I again inhaled. He stood up and his cock slapped me across the face. He looked at my black stud and said, “He’s ready dude, give this bitch a ride.” He then looked at me and said, “I got you, white boy, enjoy.” With that, I felt 9 inches of black cock slide into me to the hilt. At first, I was a bit stunned. The shear size was awesome. I was amazed that I took it. I moaned and went down on Marcus’ cock and moaned my pleasure loud enough to get both my guys attention. The black guy leaned over and kissed my neck and whispered, “Baby this is sweet. Oh so nice. My cock feels so warm and wet inside you. I love fucking your pretty pink hole.” And he fucked and fucked me hard. Every time he plowed it home, the force would shove Marcus’ cock further into my throat. Marcus was getting really hot. I could tell his cock was ready to shoot. My black fucker took the back of my head and shoved it onto Marcus’ cock and held it there. I could feel Marcus pulse and shoot spurt after spurt. He pulled out midstream and shot a couple more streams on my face while my black stud held my head still. He never lost rhythm drilling my ass. Marcus stuck his cock back into my mouth the get cleaned up. Then pulled out and stuffed his beautiful cock into his shorts and zipped up. “Thanks, Marcus. That was hot man.” Marcus smiled at him and said, “Curtis, you owe me one man, you promised.” And Marcus disappeared into the crowd. Curtis, my black stud continued long-dicking me; pulling completely out and shoving it back in. We were now making that wet nasty smacking sound that you only get from a hot long fuck. Curtis was getting a little more verbal, “I, arrgh, love, umm, fucking, hmm, this, oh hell yeah, white pussy.” Then he pulled out. He grabbed my poppers and gave me a hit and started eating my ass out again. “Yo pussy is so fucked. I can actually feel the heat on your cunt lips, boy.” With that he shoved his rock hard swollen 9 inches of black dick in again and started plowing. I begged him to fuck me harder. I wanted him to stuff me beyond my capacity. People started to gather around us because of the noise we were making. Curtis was huffing and puffing and sweating all over me. I was reeling from the poppers and wanted his fat black cock to penetrate me as deep as it could. Then he shoved it all the way in, balls deep and stood still. There was nothing at first, then I felt his cock swell up and pulse, then another pulse. “I’m cumming,” he said, then another pulse. “Fuck, take that load white boy.” And another two pulses. This dude was shooting me full of his load. I felt my orgasm start deep in the middle of my soul and erupt through my loins and out of my cock; without even touching myself. What was better, as I spasmed my ass constricted with each squirt around that big black cock. We both froze while recovering. “Psst, Marcus, get over here, man.” Marcus reappeared from the crowd and stood next to Curtis. Man I just filled our boy here full.” Marcus, said, “I told you, you owed me, man, time to pay up.” With that Curtis slowly pulled his long cock out of me and stepped aside. Curtis walked to the front of me and leaned over and spread my butt cheeks apart. His semi hard dripping cock was right in front of me and made its way right to my mouth. I felt Marcus kneel down and start licking my hole. It felt like silk on my abused over-fucked ass. Curtis told me to feed it back to Marcus. “Give him what he needs, boy.” With that I could feel Curtis load start to seep out and Marcus went wild and ate me like a wild man. I finished cleaning up Curtis’ cock and Marcus finished up with my ass. I stood up and looked for my cloths which had gotten scattered, found my poppers and wiped cum from my face with my shirt. Curtis leaned over and kissed me deeply and said, “Dude, I want your digits, this is going to happen again.” Marcus and Curtis walked off through the crowd on their way out. I finished getting dressed and walked back out to the ally completely understanding why the Dick Dock is the talk of this town. I get off on your comments.
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As an aspiring cumdump gangbang bottom, I want to ask other more experienced bottoms on this site - what do you eat or drink during an all night orgy? I assume you stop eating several hours before the start of the gangbang and then you clean yourself thoroughly, douche very very well. But then what do you do to fuel your body or get some energy during a 12 hour or even longer orgy session??? Do you drink lots of Gatorade? Some favorite energy drink? I assume solid food is out of question??!! Any one can give me some advice?? Thanks!
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"We still on for happy hour?" A text message from a number I didn't know. Sort of made sense because I was just waking up late one Sunday morning, not having much recollection of my night out the night before. I was curious, so instead of a normal reply like "who's this?" I agreed to meet and gave a location of a favorite bar and a time, making sure I arrived a half hour early so the person would see me and join me. I'm clever like that! 30 minutes passed and a cute, tall, slender guy walked in that I vaguely recognized. He came up and hugged me and we exchanged pleasantries for a bit. The he called me out for not remembering him. He was a confident, assertive guy, I really liked that. He told me his name was Jacob, and that we chatted the night before, but I was pretty drunk. We had a laugh and he was a good sport about it. We had some food and a couple of drinks and he invited me back to his place, which was a short walk away. When we got to his place we sat on his couch with a couple beers and chatted a bit more. Since he was an assertive guy, he made the first move going in for a kiss. He was a great kisser and I was content to make out with him for a while. Things started getting hot and heavy and we stripped the clothes off of each other. He had a really nice 6 inch cock, not too thick, nice mushroom head, easy to fit in the mouth. We sixty-nined on his couch for a while, me sucking on his cock while he alternated between my cock, my balls, and my ass. I could tell he wanted to fuck me, so I asked if he had a condom, because I was still in my I should probably wear one phase. He said no, and I said damn. We both sat up on the couch and I put my arm around him and we started jerking off as we kissed. After a bit he offered me some lube, and lubed himself up as well. After a few minutes, he got off the couch and went in between my legs, pulling me forward so my ass was just hanging off of the couch. He sucked me for a little bit while continuing to jerk himself off. At one point he lifted my legs up and rimmed me for a few minutes, getting my hole loose and wet. He put my legs back down and licked his way up my body until he was kissing me again. His left hand was slowly jerking my cock while I could feel his right hand jerking his. The way he was positioned I could feel his hand bumping up against my ass as he jerked off. He stopped jerking and held his fist against my ass, and started thrusting his cock through his hand. As it went through his fist it pressed up against my hole. Every few strokes his cock head spread my hole a little more. His cock was well lubed and my ass was loose from his rim job. I wanted to say something, but his hand felt great on my cock, his tongue was deep in my mouth, and his raw cock was slowly pressing deeper into me. Suddenly I felt the mushroom head of his cock slip past my sphincter. I let out an involuntary moan. Just as quickly it was back out, him thrusting like he hadn't just penetrated me. A couple more times it slipped easily in, just past the head of his cock. I was so turned on. I knew I should tell him to stop, but I was at that stage of horniness where sex takes over. He abruptly stopped thrusting, the head of his bare cock just starting to spread my hole open. He placed his left hand on the back of my head, and with his right he slowly jerked my cock. He stared directly into my eyes as I felt him start to push his cock bareback into me until his pubes pressed against my ass. "Sorry, it just slipped in," he said, smiling down at me. "Accidents happen," I replied. He slowly started to fuck me. "Want me to pull out?" He asked. I shook my head no and he started speeding up. He felt amazing in me, his cock managed to hit my prostate just right. After a few minutes, he flipped me over so I was doggy-style, my knees on the floor and my upper body on the couch. He sank his raw cock back into me and grabbed on to my shoulders and started fucking me again. He was the perfect top, not aggressive, but assertive, like he deserved to be fucking me bareback, but he wanted me to enjoy it to. He fucked me that way for almost 10 minutes. "Can I cum in you?" He asked. I figured he'd been fucking me raw for so long it wouldn't matter, so I told him yes. He pulled out, flipped me onto my back again, and thrust back inside me. I started furiously jerking my cock as he fucked me faster and faster. Moments later my orgasm hit and I started shooting cum up past my shoulder. He suddenly kissed me and thrust deep and held there. We made out for a bit, and then he slowly started to pull out, leaving his load deep in me. He drew me up on to the couch and spooned me with his softening cock nestled in my ass crack.
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When I top I think things like "damn, I'd love to eat your loaded pussy and breed it again" and "fuck, I wish my bf were a whore like you." When I bottom I think "damn, this feels so good - I cant believe I get to soak up his nut too!" Just curious to know what other men think about during actual penetrative, breeding sex situations. Cheers to good fucking!
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For most of my sexual life I mostly topped, but started to branch out more into bottoming. One day I was looking on Grindr and saw a guy I had attempted to hook up with a couple of times. He was really cute, but mostly ignored me when I had tried to message him before. I sent him a message that afternoon, and he actually responded. He said he was looking for a quickie, and asked if I was down to bottom (I had vers in my profile.) I said yes, and he gave me directions to his place. He was about a 20 minute walk from my apartment, so I put on a t-shirt, shorts with no underwear, and shoes, and headed to his place. When I arrived he opened the door and I stepped in. He had a really cute face, and he was a bit heavy set wearing a t-shirt and some basketball shorts. We started making out just inside the door in his foyer. He cupped my ass cheeks and was massaging them as our tongues wrestled. I started massaging his cock through his shorts. We kissed for about a minute and then he pushed me down toward his cock. I pulled his cock out, it was about 6 and a half inches, tapered, with a really wide base. I started sucking him and he told me to get it nice and wet. I slobbered on his cock for about a minute before he stood me up and turned me around, pushing me against the wall. He drew my shorts down over my ass cheeks, and I let them fall the the floor, kicking them away. We hadn't talked about condoms, but when he spit into his hand, I realized he wasn't going to use one. He put the head of his cock at my hole and pushed it in. It was fine at first but when he pushed all the way in it felt like he was splitting me apart. He grabbed my hair with one hand and put his other on the small of my back and started vigorously fucking me. I knew I couldn't keep up that pace for long. He used long strokes the whole time, pulling out to almost the tip of his cockhead before sinking back in balls deep. He only lasted about 2 minutes before he told me he was about to nut. He went balls deep again and I could feel his cock twitching as he unloaded in me. About 5 minutes after I had walked in the door, he pulled his cock out of me, his cum spilling out of my gaping hole on the floor of his foyer. I pulled my shorts on, gave him a quick kiss, and left. The whole way home I could feel his cum in my ass crack.
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My name is Will. I live in the South, in a really big small town, or a really small big town, however you want to describe the place. At the time I had just turned 30 and was very cute with dark messy hair and long eyelashes. I didn’t hang out many people so I had the reputation for being mysterious and that got me a lot of play. I also had the reputation of barebacking a lot, but everyone else was also barebacking, right? I was hanging out at one of the two gay bars in my town on a Tuesday night. This was the seedier of the two and on a Tuesday it was just a meat market. Of course I was trying to get laid. Why else would I have been there? I was sitting at the bar with my back to the pool tables trying to pick up Dave, who sort-of worked at the bar. Or at least just thought he did. Anyhow, I knew he was a big whore, he was so cute and funny that I just didn’t care - I wanted to fuck the hell out of him. I’m 5’10 and, after running a furniture store for several years my body was thick and strong. Dave was five inches shorter and looked like Peter Pan. I thought we made a great looking set, but Dave was hedging his bets. You know, trying to put off deciding who to choose because of the promise of something better coming along. I knew there wasn’t anything better coming along, but hey, we all know the type right? I had noticed he was also talking to a guy to his right, I was on his left. I looked over and the guy was really sexy, lean, clean cut and very preppy looking. He was obviously young because he bore the mark of the underage, Giant Xes on his hands in permanent marker to stop him from drinking. I was tired of Dave’s bullshit and was ready to call the night a bust, so I leaned over to Dave and told him I was calling a cab and going home. Dave said “Hey Mark," pointing at the guy to his right who was just about to leave, "I bet he’ll give you a ride.” I looked over at Mark who nodded shyly and I quietly remarked to Dave "I thought that Mark was your trick for the night." Dave whispered to me “No, you've got it wrong. Mark’s my ex, but just to warn you he loves to fuck and if you think I’m a whore, you haven’t seen anything yet!” I looked over again at Mark and thought the night might be looking but it was probably too good to be true, because although he was a slimmer than I normally went for, Mark was beautiful. With that Dave introduced us, and casually mentioned to Mark that I needed a ride home. Mark looked me up and down and quickly said "Sure, I'll give you a lift," and with that we were on our way. I just lived ten minutes from the bar so we just made a little small talk on the ride back. I asked him if Dave was a fun fuck and that relaxed him and got him talking. When we got to my place he asked if I had anything to drink, since he couldn’t get anything at the bar so I invited him to come on up. We had a couple shots of Everclear and were chasing with a Corona, and Mark told he had asked Dave to hook us up earlier and reached over and kissed me. We made out for a few minutes and I said we should go to the bedroom and we did. I took his clothes off. It's one of my things. I love to undress a guy. He was fucking perfect: tall, smooth, and a nine inch dick. It wasn't fair. He was fuckin' perfect. When I took my shirt off he ran his hands over my chest and stomach and said “I love fucking muscle guys!” Up until this point I had thought I was topping. "You’re a top?" I asked. “Yeah man, I don’t get fucked” he replied. "What makes you think I do?" I replied. "Oh, people talk" he casually remarked as he started pulling at my nipples. Damn people did talk. Playing with my nipples was the sure way to make me take a dick and a few people knew that. No matter what I was in the mood for, if you played with my nipples enough I would let you fuck. It wasn’t long before he had pushed my back on the bed, pulled my pants off and had my legs on his shoulders. He spat on his hand and rubbed it on my asshole and the pushed the head of his dick in. I couldn’t believe this kid. I barely knew him, and his bare cock was deep in my hole. He was so young and sweet I was sure it would be okay. He was good at it too. He worked that big dick in my ass till I was whimpering for it harder and harder. The more he fucked the less innocent he seemed, and the mantra he kept saying, “Fucking you bareback is so hot!” only added to the excitement. After a few minutes I suddenly felt really wet and warm inside, he had cum in my ass with no warning. "Did you just cum in me" I asked him, but he didn't seem to hear me, and just kept on pumping. There was something about that, about him loading my ass up without even clearing doing so with me. Man I wanted more. He must have seen that I was losing control cause he got ready to blow the second load he let me know “Fuck man I’m cumming, take all of it man, all of it! Fuck here it is, here its is!” With that my ass was flooded a second time. After he caught his breath he commented “I didn’t think you take my load like that man!” Not that he gave me much choice. Fuck, I thought. He pulled out and fell in bed beside me, pulled me on my side and spooned me, with my ass leaking his own cum out onto his slicked up dick and that’s how we fell asleep. I woke in the middle of the night with Mark pushing the head of his dick back into my ass for round three. When he blew in me again he left his dick in me and we fell back asleep like that. When I woke up the next morning he was gone. I didn’t hear from him in the next few days so I just chalked it up to a hot one-nighter and man, was it hot. Two weeks went by and I was trying to pick up a guy on Saturday night at the better of the two bars in town. He was a pretty guy, a little on the stocky side but I loved that and he had a great ass. To my surprise he turned me down, saying "No man, I heard you are positive!” I told him that I didn’t know where he had heard that but it wasn’t true. He replied “No, Mark told everybody that he fucked you without a condom a few weeks ago. He said he felt really bad about doing it, but you let him nut in you three times and never even asked. Everyone knows Mark is positive, man!” I tried to play it off like it never happened, but my face was on fire and I just walked away. Sure enough, a few weeks late I came down with the flu. 'Fuck', I thought. This is a true story. But what do you think? Is it the end, or the beginning?
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I live alone in East London near Dagenham East tube station on District line and my postcode is RM10 8GG Looking for any tops who can visit me. Also I like sucking a cheesy cock and cleaning it in my mouth if anyone fancy it
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It happened the fall of my sophomore year of high school in the mid-seventies. It was a Friday and I was in the bathroom in between classes and started reading the graffiti on the wall of the stall. Sixteen year-olds are in a permanent state of “horny”. Being gay in the seventies limited my resources to get things taken care of. This is before smart phones, internet access, or even VHS porn. Dirty writing on the walls, classified personal ads and dime store fuck-smut were all a guy had to keep from losing his mind. The stall was completely covered in writing, drawings and cum. It had multiple-colored handwriting and scribbled juvenile drawings of really big cocks spurting cum into the air. Of course, there was the occasional plea to suck someone's cock or to fuck. Today, I ran across an ad for a blowjob. I was not a virgin, but suffice it to say I wasn't setting any records in the getting laid either. “Call 612-809-4373 if you want me to send one down your throat.” Short, simple and to the point. The bell rang indicating that 5th period was about to start so I took out my pen and wrote the number inside my notebook and joined my class. I understood the chances of that old number still working would be slim. The entire wall appeared as through no one has touched it in ages. I had a boner all throughout 5th period thinking about it and then again during 6th. I lived pretty far from my school so it took the bus about 45 minutes to get me home. I ran upstairs and flew into the bathroom and stroked one off. I took a quick shower and jumped on my motorcycle and was off to flip burgers for the evening. We were pretty busy, but I still couldn't get the writing on the wall out of my mind. What kind of a sick deviate would put their phone number on a public bathroom wall? What kind of a deviate would call it? During my break, I finished my dinner in lightning speed. I was the only person in the back room. I hadn't thought this through but I rushed over to the desk phone and pulled out the number and called it. My heart was racing. What the fuck was I doing? The phone was ringing. What if a lady answers? What would I say? What if an old man answers? I seriously thought the phone was going to be out of order, but it wasn't. “Hello?” It was a guy and he didn't sound like an old man but he was certainly older than me. Everyone was older than me. “Hello?” came from the receiver again. Damn what do I say? Then he said, “Is anybody there?” I hung up. I couldn't do it. Perspiration covered my forehead. I cleaned up my dinner dishes and went back into the kitchen to help with the orders. I couldn't help thinking that the guy sounded really cute. Well more hot than cute. When I got home that evening around 10:00 p.m., I said hello to my parents and catapulted up the stairs and jumped into the shower then dove into bed. I lay there thinking about the voice on the other side of the phone and wondered if it was the source of the writing on the wall? My dick got hard. I jumped out of the bed, got the phone number and the phone and landed back in my bed in a flash. Then I jumped up and locked my bedroom door, shut off the light and flew back into the bed. I squeezed my dick so it would go down a little. I turned on my reading light and dialed the number. “Hello?” It was him. Oh my fucking god it was the same guy. It was unmistakably him. Shit, what do I do? “Hello,” he repeated. Say something you moron or he'll hang up! “Who's this?” Then he lowered his voice and said, “...I know why you're calling.” How could he know why I was calling? What does he mean? I cleared my throat and finally said, “ Hello. I um, I um. Hello?” “I’m still here,” he said. I panicked and made up a stupid story about finding a notebook at my school that had this phone number on it and I was checking to see if it was his. There was a pause on the other end of the line and then he told me, “I doubt that would be my notebook. Are you sure you are calling about a notebook?” I tried to sound confident, but I was a jumble of nerves; stuttering like a buffoon. “Yes, I’m calling about the notebook,” I tried to reassure him. Again after a few seconds of silence he said, “Are you sure you aren’t calling about the writing on the wall? Isn’t that the real reason you’re calling me?” I cleared my throat again and spoke very quietly, “Yes, I’m calling about…about the…writing on the wall. Is it yours?” He matched my intensity and responded, “Yes, it is mine. I wrote that. My heart was beating so fast. Remember this is a sixteen year old cock learning to find its way in the world with little help from anyone. I didn’t know what to say next so I remained silent. He asked where I lived and I told him. He responded, “Interesting. We live really close to each other.” How is that possible? I lived 45 minutes away from school. My high school had over 5,000 students; the size of a small university. It served people from all around the entire radius of the County. He went on to tell me that he was 19 and lived with his parents when he wasn’t in college. He was on a break. Further chat deduced that we lived in the same subdivision. He asked if I liked porn. I said, “Yes.” He said his parents were gone for the weekend and that I should come over and he’d show me what he had. I couldn’t help myself; I had to do this so I told him I’d be there in 15 minutes. I dressed and walked quietly down the stairs hoping my parents were already in bed. With no sign of them I sneaked out the back door and walked my motorcycle out to the road before starting it and driving off. I found his house and pulled into the drive and parked on the side of the house as instructed. The house was dark as if no one was home. I began to get nervous. What if this was a hoax and this guy sent me on a wild goose chase? Still, I knocked. He answered the door in only a pair of jeans that were partially unzipped. He was masculine and very good looking, but not pretty. He had dark brown hair and a well-defined chest with dusting of hair and a treasure trail leading down past his navel disappearing into a forest of a thick brown bush. He invited me in and led me into the living room. When he turned around I saw nicely shaped hips and a bubble butt that was stuffed into his jeans. We sat and made small talk. He had gone to my high school 2 years prior; he knew the burger joint where I worked, stuff like that. After about 10 minutes we ran out of small talk so he asked if I wanted to see his porn mags. He led me back to his bedroom. He slid opened the closet and reached up to a top shelf and pulled out a couple of glossy shiny magazines. We sat on the end of his bed and he flipped through the first magazine. The pictures were of hyper masculine guys; very hairy, muscular and butch. There was also lots of leather, motorcycles and uncut cocks. He handed that magazine to me and I took over the flipping. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that he pulled out his cock. It was thick, long and hard and cut with a beautiful head that resembled the shape and color of a plum. My heartrate increased. I put the magazine down and he got up and stood in front of me, took my hand and moved it to his cock. His cock was hot and pulsing. He said in a soft raspy voice, “You know you can never tell anyone about this because I would get into a lot of trouble.” I told him that I wasn’t about to tell anyone anything, ever. “Have you ever sucked a cock?” he asked. “Yes,” I said. With that he put his hands on the back of my head and guided me down to his dick. I stared at it for a few seconds and then I put the head in my mouth. It smelled and tasted fantastic. I could smell the musk emanating from his bush. He unzipped his pants fully and pulled out his balls. The smell was driving me crazy and I started to suck his cock deeper. At sixteen I had some experience sucking dick starting as early as 12 years old, but hadn’t yet learned the technique for deep throating. I continued to take more and more into my mouth leaving his cock wet and glistening. He had his hands on the back of my head and started making little sounds of approval with his throat. These little guttural sounds would become one of the biggest turn-ons for me in the years to come. He then pulled me up and shoved my shorts to my knees. He had me lay on the bed on my side so my ass was facing the foot of the bed. I heard him spit on his hand. Fuck, he was going to fuck me. His cock is too big for me, but I wanted it so bad. The question wasn’t would I let him fuck me, but how much will this hurt when he does fuck me. He smeared the saliva along my asshole and spit again on his cock. I felt the head at the entrance of my hole. I wouldn’t learn about poppers for several more years and I was too young to drink. This was going to be a challenge. I took a deep breath and he started putting pressure on the ass. It was slippery and really felt erotic, nasty and hot. I was experiencing the primal urge that all guys experience just before they take cock in their ass. His cock head was sliding all around the outside of my hole. I was unintentionally nudging my hole to match up with his cock. He spit again and this time pushed just hard enough that he penetrated my ass ring. I felt his cock head rest just inside my sphincter. I gasped out of inexperience, a little fear and shear adrenalin at the same time. It hurt. It hurt badly. I froze and tensed up and the owner of the cock could tell I was struggling. He put his face next to mine, kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, “That’s it baby, give me what I need. Don’t make me stop. Relax. That’s it. It’ll get better in a minute.” He had the head resting just inside me and stayed completely still. As I got used to it, the initial pain subsided and I started breathing regularly again. He told me he wasn’t going to move until I was ready and when I was, I was to push back on him to signal it was cool to continue. I agreed and remained still. I could feel him rubbing saliva around the perimeter of his cock. After a few more minutes the pain completely subsided so I pushed back just a little. He pushed forward and another inch or so of his cock pushed through my ring. “Okay, okay, stop there. Oh shit. Damn. I’m not sure I can do this, dude. Pull it out, take it out, man.” I was breathing heavily at this point and about to panic when he froze and leaned against my back again and began kissing the crook of my neck and behind my ear moaning ever so slightly. “Oh baby, I need this little man. You feel so good. You’re doing just fine. That’s it just relax. He kept his word and remained still. Again the pain drifted away and was replaced by a warm erotic nasty feeling that you only get from having a stranger’s cock inside you. I started pushing back; he reciprocated and eventually he bottomed out at his balls. “Sweetheart, you have my entire dick inside you. Can you feel that?” All I could do is squirm and moan as he pulsed his hot throbbing dick inside my ass. Suddenly, for the first time in my life my “cunt” got horny to be fucked. Prior to this I had gotten fucked several times, but I just tolerated it. It didn’t necessarily feel good. This was different. I had this hot boys fat cock buried balls deep and there was no pain just white-hot lust and an undying need to be fucked. I moaned, “Yeah, oh that’s good.” I could feel his breath at my neck again and he whispered, “What was that?” Again I mumbled erotic little inaudible sounds. “Talk to me baby, what are you saying? Tell me what you want.” I didn’t know what to say, but I wanted him to fuck me. I pushed back again. God his dick felt so good. It was almost like my ass lips itched and his cock was the only thing that would scratch it. “No, you need to tell me what you need. I want to hear you say it.” “Fuck me.” “Sorry, I didn’t get that,” he taunted. “FUCK ME! Please fuck me. I need you to fuck the hell out of me.” While I was carrying on like a depraved child I began bucking back and forth on his cock. “That’s what I wanted to hear from you pretty boy. Now take a deep breath, give up that ass to me and let’s fuck,” he said. He pulled his dick out a bit and pushed back in. Bliss. He pulled further out and pushed back in a little harder. Heaven. Then he pulled almost entirely out but stopped where his mushroomed plum-like head stretched my ass ring at its max and held it there before plunging back in balls-deep. Nirvana! There was no more language spoken between either of us for the next 30 minutes or so. In order to communicate, all we could do was groan, moan, squeal and grunt. We locked eyes sharing our unspoken mutual lust and animalistic needs. The room got really warm from our body heat and heavy panting. He still had his jeans on at mid-thigh and I still had by shorts pulled down just above the knee. I was still lying on my side while he stood pumping that magnificent cock in and out of me. At one point he pulled out and yelled, “Not yet, no, no, no. Not yet.” I could feel his cock leaving a slimy trail across my butt cheek as he tried to ward off his climax. I was able to plead in the middle of my panting, “Yeah, man. Don’t cum just yet. I need more of this, please don’t cum.” He said, “Be still. Don’t move. I’m too close.” Then he leaned against me and kissed my neck and whispered, “Oh baby, this is the best ass I’ve ever fucked. You make me feel like such a man. When I bury my cock in your ass all the way to my balls, my nipples harden.” He was ready to go again and reinserted his cock, “Can I cum in you? Please. Will you let me shoot my load inside you? I’m so hot for you baby,” he begged. I nodded yes and then he started pile driving his cock in and out of me. He grabbed my ass cheek and my shoulder and pounded harder and harder. The ring of my ass was on fire as he repeatedly stretched it out leaving me delirious. Then it happened. He buried his cock in my ass to the root and froze. Put his face in the crook of my neck, his chest against my back and wrapped his arms completely around me encasing me and then started to tremble. He began making faint subtle micro vocal noises like a wounded animal; that grew slowly into a sexy snarl. And that grew into a full out masculine roar that came from the innermost core of his soul. I could feel cum pumping into me. I could feel his balls swell and contract as his cock spurted. He continued to roar and blow load after load inside me. I grabbed my cock and stroked it off to a powerful climax while his cock blew the last of its load deep in my ass. My ass lips pulsed around his cock every time I shot a volley of cum onto his bed. Feeling this, he turned into a mad man and started fucking me again with a vengeance. I could feel how sloppy my ass had become from his load. It was sloshing around making nasty sounds as he continued to fuck me. His cock felt so good because it was completely covered in cum. After about 10 minutes, he did the same thing; wrapped himself around me, froze, trembled and emitted a roar as he blew another load inside me. We lay there breathing in silence as we recovered. I reached between my legs and felt his balls which were covered in cum. His cock slipped out and a dribble of cum escaped from my ass. We didn’t say much as we got up and pulled our cloths together. He walked me to the door and said he had a hot time and that we should do it again sometime, especially since we lived so close. He asked never to stop unannounced because of his parents. I told him it was cool. We did get together several times after that. Once he called the burger joint and said he had just driven through and saw me working. He wanted me to come over after work and drove us out to a secluded area and fucked me in the back seat. I’ll never forget the way he orgasmed; froze, trembled, snarled, and then roared. Every single time. It’s hard to believe that by simply reading the writing on the wall it would lead to what would become one of the best fucks of my young life. I really get off on your comments.
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My heart raced when I saw the parking lot full of mostly beater cars with license tags from every county in a 50 mile radius. After paying the $20 entry fee to the cute counterboy who shot me a shit-eating grin, I made my way through the club,wishing my eyes would adjust faster so I could see if where I was going. It did not take long before a multitudeof hands were rubbing my cock hard in the semi-darkness. One of thehands unzipped my jeans and pulled out my cock which was immediately engulfed in some guy's warm deep mouth. I ran my fingers through his crunchy hair while I fucked his throat until he gagged. Not wanting to cum yet I pulled out of him and started making my way to look for some more action. In a corner I saw a hot blonde making-out with a brown haired boy and approached. Locking eyes with the blonde as I pressed my body into the back of the brown haired boy he was kissing. The brown haired boy responded by feeling up my body and then undid his pants and pushed them down a bit while he kept kissing the blonde. I spat on my cock and started to stroke. The brown haired boy turned his head toward me with his tongue out and we started kissing as I pressed into his back. Now that I could see his face I found him shockingly handsome and devoured his mouth which tasted like an ashtray yet I devoured him. He rubbed his hot ass harder against my cock. I figured I would see how far I could get raw and I spat on my hand and smeared his ass then started to press into him with a steady force. With his back still to me he started kissing the blonde again as I went in deeper. I could hear him moaning into the blonde's mouth then the blonde bent down to feel my cock pumping in his friend. Then I picked up the pace and brown haired boy separated a bit from the blonde so he could bend over and thrust his ass out to meet my thrusts in. The blonde leaned forward and put his tongue in my mouth. After touching tongues with him for a while hestarted whispering to me about how hot it was to watch me fuck his boyfriend. He said that his boyfriend was a slut to let a stranger fuck him bareback. He asked if I was poz to pull out before cumming and I smiled and whispered back that his boyfriend should pull off my cock soon if he doesn't want my charged load. The blonde whispered something to his boyfriend, who by that time I felt up enough to know was one of the hottest guys I had ever fucked. I was totally boned to feel two pierced nipples under his shirt and he moaned when I tweaked his bars. Whatever the blonde said made the brown haired boy turn his head to kiss me again. Through the kiss I said "I'm getting close to breeding you" which made him milk my cock harder. By this time a small crowd had gathered, attracted by the moaning and the sound of my hips rebounding off his hot ass. All of us were getting felt-up, including the blonde who was staring into my eyes again as I started to shoot-off deep in his boyfriend's hot hole. Half way though my spurtingthe brown haired by grabbed his hot cock which up until had been ignored by all, and beat off furiously. He came in five strokes, his ass spasming while I was still spurting in him. Some guy caught the brown haired boy's cum and fed some to me. The blonde leaned forward again and licked some of his boyfriend's cum off my lips as he beat off and whispered "I'm next."
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The heat is still pretty bad here in Dallas so there's more guys on apps rather than out on the trails and I got messaged by this skinny white guy this morning. Slender smooth body, 20, about 6' tall, long lanky dirty blonde hair, long slender uncut cock, so-so looking face looking to fuck and get fucked back home for the summer from UT. Yep, he certainly looks UT, probably smokes a lot of weed, hooks up with guys from bars, goes to Hippy Hollow to sunbathe nude, maybe hook up with guys and go into the woods to fuck. Looking at his pics its clear he sunbathes nude so he fits the type. He's upfront about wanting it raw and as his profile says he's neg I say I'm down to take his load and give him mine. He can host once his parents go to work and so I shower and head over at the time he said, texting once I get there. He messaged back it was cool to come in and so I did. He greeted me at the door wearing nothing but a pair of nylon shorts and I was struck by how deep his voice was and that he had a slight drawl. He smelled like weed and asked me if I wanted to smoke a quick bowl or if I just wanted to get down to it. I said I'd be down for a bowl and he said to hang out for a second as we went back to his room to grab his stuff. As he did I was looking around at the house and could see pictures of what was likely him in high school and it was kind of surprising as he was pretty clean cut with short hair. UT Austin will do that to you. He came back and we headed out on patio to smoke. As we smoked we chatted a bit. He'd already been upfront that he's not looking to date as he heads back to school in August and is just looking for fun with guys and maybe a regular thing. He was upfront about getting with other guys and I'd said that wasn't a problem, not pressing for more details, and he chuckled at that saying he guessed I got with other guys too. I didn't lie and said I did and he chuckled again saying he was glad I was honest and that so many guys online were uptight about that or slut shamed, especially because he wanted it raw. He was worried he wouldn't have luck back in Dallas with guys and that it was much more laid back and fun in Austin. I told him how jealous I was as Dallas felt the same to me. He joked that he was doing OK in Dallas with a smirk and I teased saying he must be getting plenty and he pretty admitted he was. We paused at times to shotgun back and forth and soon we stopped smoking and were kissing more. He'd laid back and I was on top of him grinding my hard cock on him as we kissed. I'm sure he was aching to take my seed as much as I wanted to take his and he was a surprisingly good kisser. He's hard too and we're both starting to sweat and he suggests we should go inside. We're both rock hard as we head into the house and I notice he has a massive wet spot in the front of his shorts so clearly he's precumming pretty hard. As we head into his bedroom he pulls off his shorts and I can see his cock is absolutely covered in precum, so much that it looks like he shot his load and a thick rope of cum is slowly stretching down to the floor. He loops a big gob of it with his hand and puts it up to my mouth and I eagerly lick it off his hand, enjoying how tasty his cum is. I quickly pull off my clothes and get on his bed and he tells me to go face down and I can feel him smearing his precum on my ass and teasing my hole with his cock head as he fingers his precum in my hole add his spit to the mix. He's slowly sliding his cock in me and as I've been fucked recently I'm not exactly giving much resistance. He's balls deep in me pretty quickly and I'm loving how deep his cock is inside me as he's kissing and nibbling the back of my neck telling me how nice my ass feels. He must be throwing off a lot of precum as he's gliding inside me easily as he's caressing my body and telling me softly how much he wants to cum inside me. I'm telling him how bad I want his load and not long after I can feel him blasting it inside me. He's panting and his breath slows as he keeps kissing my neck telling me how hot a fuck I was. He slides out of me and rolls me on back and asks me if I like to rim guys. I say I'm not really into that, so he asks me to finger his ass while he gives me a blowjob and swings around so he can suck me and his ass is close so I can finger it. He's giving me a great blow job and I have to tell him a number of times to slow his roll as I'm really close to cumming and finally he switches around to straddle my cock and starts working up my cock and his ass with his spit, slowly lowering his ass down on my cock. I'm having a flashback to Caleb, the twink that rode me the same way a few days ago and know that I get way too excited and cum quickly when a guy rides my cock, but I know I can easily pop a second load in this guy and that he's also clearly not a first time and not going to freak. I'm balls deep in him quickly and he's very verbal riding my cock, saying he loves how thick my cock is, how bad he wants my load, and for me not to pull out. I'm egging him on, telling him to beg for my dick and cum, to tell me he wants to get bred like a slut and he does as he's told, calling himself a dirty slut, a cum pig, and a cum dumpster. I was kind of shocked that he went there, but I guess maybe that's how verbal he likes to get. I'm guessing he's all of those things too, probably hooking up with random guys all the time in Austin and letting them breed him raw, no questions asked. He's loving it and I give him the load he wants so bad. He's been frantically jerking his cock and tells me he's about to cum and gets off my dick and spreads my legs, shoving his cock inside me again. He lifts my legs up over his shoulders as he's pounding me balls deep and pulling out almost all the way, drilling me hard. I'm loving it and soon feel him blast another load deep inside me with a loud groan. He's panting and sweating like crazy and slides out of my collapsing on top me, kissing me as he does, thanking me for giving him what he wanted. I almost want to laugh as I got two loads off of him and more than anything I was wanting to get fucked. That I got to load his ass was the icing on the cake. We keep kissing and he tells me he'd like this to be a regular thing if I'm cool with it. I tell him that would be cool but he admits he can only host while his parents are at work. I tell him I live at home with my parents but can do car play or outdoors if he's down. He says he is and that he normally sneaks out of his house to hook up with guys once his parents go to bed at night, which confirms him being a slut like me. I laugh and tell him I do the same thing and he playfully slaps me and says we're too much alike. He tells me he's glad that I don't mind he plays around and I laugh saying its not like we're dating and I've got no room to talk as I play around too. He laughs at that saying that's why he likes me and adds he likes to keep it no strings and light and easy. I say I do too and I kind of don't know where to go after all this. Part of me wants to hang with him and maybe fuck him again, but I don't want to be too clingy. Part of me wants to shower, but mostly I want to have his smell on me and his cum inside me for as long as I can. Finally I tell him I want to fuck him again and he obediantly drops down to suck me hard. Once hard he straddles me again, this time no spit, just his sloppy cummy ass taking my raw cock. He's right to the nasty talk telling me to cum in his his slutty ass and how bad he wants my cum. As he's riding me I'm enjoying him stroking his long cock, wishing he had another load to drill in me, but also guessing as soon as I left he was going to line up another guy to come over and breed him raw. He has all day and nothing to do and I'm guessing that with his body he'd have no shortage of guys wanting to load his ass, especially knowing he takes it bareback. I'm guessing by the end of the day he'll probably have hooked up with another 2 or 3 guys and begged for their seed as they breed him too. Maybe do like I do and go to the gym and find guys to breed him in the shower. Or hang out at the trail hoping to find a guy and maybe go somewhere and park, riding his dick raw and letting him cum in his ass too. He's all too eager a slut like me and I've worked myself up and blast another load deep in his guts as he's screaming for me to cum inside him. I'm thinking of the clean cut image of him in the pe in the living room and clearly he is not his parents clean-cut young boy anymore. He is a dirty cum whore who loves having random guys come by to load his ass raw. Once we're done he asks me if I want to shower and I say I'm good. Honestly, I want all of his sweat, cum, and funk on me for as long as I can. I slip my clothes back on and thank him for the fun. He walks me to the door naked and asks what I'm up to later. I say I have no plans and to message me but that it'd be hot to hook up again. He agreed with that and gave me a deep kiss before I headed out. Clearly he's going to have a lot of fun before he heads back to school.
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Part 1 - The Early Years There are two things in life I found I liked from a young age, reading and keeping a journal. Books were my everything at a young age since they kept me out of harms way and blissfully ignorant to everything that went on around me. Was I a sensitive child, pretty much so but also very impressionable with an erratic behavioural pattern that surfaced when least expected. Secondly my journal, I discovered I had a flair for writing growing up. It was a way of expressing my thoughts and frustrations, but also secrets. Some were not my own to hold but I became the keeper of them without any one knowing. So the impressionable part of me very much shaped my upbringing, sometimes life can cause things to happen that you never thought possible or needed until they presented themselves. My life was complicated from a very young age, some would say in a bad way, others would say it was destiny and things happened for a reason. I also had two people who played a very instrumental part in my life, one from a young age who would be by my side as we grew up then leave and come back in to my life when you believe there is no hope of finding a true path to happiness. The other person trusted his intuition about me and helped me become the confident assured person I am today. When you stand at a fork in the path and can't decide weather to go left or right, you simply go down the middle and to hell with it. Yes it will upset some people but it will force them to show their true colours and love you no matter what, hopefully that is. So who am I you may ask, you have probably seen me but never knew what lay behind the page or billboard since I keep my life very private. It doesn't matter how famous you become, the one thing you learn is never trust anyone on face value as information is power and the last thing you need is someone having power over you. That way you keep control of your life and protect those you love and hold dear to you. But I will tell you this, my name is Tom and that is what I prefer, annoyingly my mother still insists on calling me Thomas when she is mad at me and Tommy when she is doting me. I am a 24 year old rustic blond so I have been told by photographers. At five feet nine inches tall or short depending how tall you are, I have what was described to me as the most finely sculpted face and body. Now I don't assume myself to be attractive by any means, after all I just see Tom in the mirror who is an ordinary Texan lad. But all of that will reveal itself. So I will tell you the secrets about me that my journal holds but in a way for you to understand me better and how I ended up here. The problem with me is that I lived through my journal and held things in there that could have destroyed lives and nearly did as you can never predict how a person would react. That happened when I was 20 but it changed my life in a way I never thought possible. Should I have been more careful to hide identities instead of blatantly writing them down to be discovered? Yes, but then what? Wouldn't I be living a life full of lies or where I am now. I will start were things really began to shape my life in a way I had no control over and that was when I turned 8 years old, it started when my parents finally split up. I cried and screamed as my mother dragged me out of the house and placed me in the car with our belongings, at such a young age I had no idea why this was happening and being taken away from my father. I knew they argued and understood that their marriage was in ruins and she had to break free, but I never realised it would involve taking me with her. It's not your fault Tommy she would always tell me, but my father had put up with enough of her hard work ethic leaving him to look after me albeit I was a little out of control. I loved my father but also liked to play him up as much as possible by throwing tantrums usually when mother was out of town on business and father had his bit on the side over, he never suspected that I knew what was going on. I was an only child desperate for a sibling but that was not going to happen now. We must have drove some 50 miles to the large town where my mother worked, little did I know then that she was also seeing another man and that had become serious. Seth as it turned out was a few years older than my mother, at 30 he had dirty blond hair and stood an impressive six feet and still retained a muscular jock build from his school days, he was pretty successful with his small company and lived quite well in a sprawling ranch house in the countryside. Gradually I was introduced to him over several weekends, I didn't care much for him after all he wasn't my father. Seth was divorced and had a son who was 10 years old. At the time I paid little attention until the day my mother sat me down and explained that we were moving in to Seth's house in the country. Not only was I contending with a new school but now I was to be uprooted again to a different place to live, strangely I had calmed down a little by this time and was studying diligently at school, I showed a love for some sport especially wrestling, you could say I had become a model child. Maybe my father was the cause of my bad tantrums and his lack of love to my mother and me. At the start of summer holidays Seth arrived and began helping my mother to move whilst I sat in my bedroom head in a book as usual. I had packed my clothes, books and Xbox as that was all I needed in life to keep me happy. Seth was unlike my father he actually showed an interest in me from what I liked reading to what sports I did at school, I was torn between my loyalties and slowly I put up a barrier between Seth and me to prevent any closeness developing, but he was persistent and told me how I would really get along with his own son Brad who was 2 years older than me. Personally I couldn't see how on earth we would connect and it is what scared me the most, as much as I yearned for a sibling I never bargained on getting an older one. I carried my book out to his black BMW X5 which towered above me, for a eight year old I was fit and healthy albeit just five foot five inches with hopefully more growing to do, it still seemed like a big climb as I heaved myself in to the back seat and settled down. I was also trendy for my age with the latest haircut of buzzed sides and longer on top that was neatly combed, I took pride in my appearance as I knew it would help me get the right girls as school. Being gay or even thinking about it never crossed my mind but life has a way of turning your hand over before your eyes so I found out. My mother said goodbye and I panicked looking at her but she smiled and said she was following on in her car as there was no room for me to sit in there. I opened my book and stuck my head firmly in to it, I had never been alone with Seth and it was going to be 40 minute drive out of town. Briefly I looked up with what must have been eyes full of fear as Seth sat in the drivers seat and he glanced at me through the rear view mirror switching the engine on. Seth backed the car out of the short drive "It will be okay Tom" he said pulling away from my home. I watched out of the window as we moved away from my familiar surroundings "Really?" I replied. "You and Brad will get on just fine and he is excited to meet you" Seth said glancing in the mirror. I looked over at the mirror to see his eyes looking at me "Right" I said and faced back to the window. "You said you like wrestling at school Tom?" Seth asked me trying to engage me in conversation. "Yes" I replied without moving my head as a tear rolled down my cheek in sadness leaving things behind again. Seth smiled "Brad does wrestling and likes to work out so you have something in common" his eyes watching me. "Great" I replied emotionless wiping the tear from my cheek, the rest of the journey was silent. The car stopped "This is Medina Ranch" Seth said coming round to the boot of the car and opening it. "You have to be fucking kidding me, where the fuck are we?" I said kicking the gravel hard on the driveway. Seth didn't even look at me "Use those words again and you sleep in the barn" he said smirking. My mother pulled up in her car "Tommy what's wrong?" She asked walking towards me. I looked at her "How could you bring me here?" I angrily asked waving my hand at the expanse of greenery. She stopped at looked around "It's beautiful here Tommy you will love it" she said trying to calm me down. Seth watched me walking off "Leave him, let him get it out of his system" he replied shrugging it off. Julia turned to Seth "I really thought he would embrace this new life" she said. Seth pulled a box out of the car "He will come around Julia". Okay so underneath I wasn't quite the model child Seth had expected but little did I know my anger and frustration was born out of who I would eventually become as I grew older and understood myself better. In the meantime I found a quiet spot nearly half a mile from the house under some large trees where I sat down and cried my heart out, the thought of spending six long weeks with no signs of life or friends ripped through me in boiling anger. Seth took all my belongings and put them in the garage telling my mother that I needed to learn and will have to move my own belongings and grow up. My mother felt ashamed of my behaviour but Seth casually waved it off saying he had been through that with Brad. Guessing I must have been out for nearly three hours before realising that no one was coming out to look for me, hungry and thirsty I stood up and walked back towards the house, I got even more wound up and annoyed as I had got dirt on my book and frantically tried to clean it as best I could. In my tantrum I hadn't even looked at the house which stood imposingly on the plot, part single and two story sprawling ranch style it was definitely bigger than any house I had lived in, I stood looking at it with dread as it was to be my prison until I could move away, well that was how I saw it since nothing else seemed to be living around here. Walking up to the doors I opened the left one and let myself in and stood in the large entrance hall, I could hear my mother and Seth talking and walked towards the voices finding myself in the large kitchen and dining area. "There you are Thomas" my mother said reverting to my proper name, I knew she was angry. I looked at them both "I've ruined my book" putting it down in front of my mother. Seth turned the book around "I have a copy of that in the library you can read" he said looking at me. I sat down opposite them "Thanks" I replied with a genuine tone for the first time. My mother retrieved a plate from the refrigerator "You must be hungry Tommy" she said placing a sandwich by my side. "I am, thanks mum" I said already devouring it as she brought me a fruit juice as well. "When you finished I will show you where you will be sleeping" Seth told me with a smile on his face. Seth and my mother escorted me along a wing of the ranch house in to another lounge area that was clearly used by his son and then in to a large bedroom suite with two double beds, to be fair the room was almost as large as the apartment we had just left. It had an en-suite bathroom and wet room and overlooked the back of the house, the room angled around the pool area and my heart lifted seeing the large pool. Having never had a pool before I had not learnt to swim but the thought of being able to sit in it and paddle around made me smile. When they told me I would be sharing this area with Brad I argued to the point I upset myself realising it was a futile argument. Seth told me I would get along just fine with Brad and they turned to leave me with Seth pointing out my things are in the garage and to move them. I sat there alone putting my head in my hands cursing at my new life, I knew my mother was going away tomorrow for a couple of days with work which hastened the moving in. Residing to my fate I decided to make the best of a bad thing, I mean how much worse can it get. Eventually I found the garage and started moving my things in to the room, I was getting hot and sticky with all the walking and unpacking, I stripped off down to my shorts as I began unpacking my clothes and putting them in the walk in closet on the side that was empty. Outside and unknown to me Brad had returned on his quad bike and parked it in the garage, for a 10 year old he could easily pass at being 15 or 16 due to his tall broad build that he got from his father. Inheriting the dirty blond hair and striking blue eyes he was pretty well muscled up and had a very solid build for a kid his age. He carried it off well, even the seniors at the school daren't get on his bad side, he had a wonderful relationship with his father unlike me with mine. Brad walked in to the house and headed to the kitchen in his polite and mesmerising manner he sat and chatted with my mother until Seth said for him to go and meet me as they were going out to dinner and the housekeeper would prepare our dinner. Brad walked along the wing to his pad as he called it and saw the lounge area remained as when he left it that morning. He waited watching for his father and my mother to leave before he walked towards the bedroom, it was quiet apart from the clanging of coat hangers coming from closet. He looked at the bed seeing a few books strewn across it, he had never shown any inclination or interest in reading books unless he had to for school. He turned and walked towards the closet, standing at the doorway, I was unaware of Brad's presence or that he was scrutinising me from behind. "You like being in the closet" Brad asked making me jump that I missed the rail to hang a shirt on. I quickly turned frightened "Fuck don't creep up on me like that" were the first words out of my mouth. Brad's eyes looked at me trying to figure me out "Didn't mean to scare you" he said I could see the muscles in his arms and thought twice about hitting back "I'm Tom" I said shyly. "I'm not stupid I know who you are" he turned and left me in the closet. I walked in to the bedroom "I never asked to be here, so don't take it out on me" I said picking my books up. Brad was taking his t-shirt off "Yeah well were both stuck with this". I guess I must have been staring at him before I asked "How did you get so big?" then blushing at my upfront nature. Brad looked at me with his head to one side sizing me up "Working out and a muscle building compound". I nodded and went back to my unpacking, he ignored me listening to the music on his phone. Finally I finished after checking the clothes were hanging in an order that I liked and wiped my brow from the humidity. I had a quick shower to cool down and decided to look outside since Brad showed no sign of wanting to show me around. All I wanted to see really was the pool and I wasn't disappointed as it was large and plenty of shallow water at one end, I did a quick look around and took my reefs off and paddled in the shallow end for a few minutes enjoying the cool water over my submerged feet. "You can go in if you want" Brad said standing at the French doors watching me. I felt a little shame "No it's okay" I replied without looking at him. "Can you not swim?" he asked me walking out and joining me as I paddled. I hesitated "No" I said quietly not wanting to embarrass myself "I want to but never had a pool where I lived". Brad sat down on the edge of the pool dangling his feet in "I can teach you if you want". I looked at him but he was staring at the water "Really, you would?" I asked him surprised. Brad looked over at me "Yeah, well we got all summer vacation and there isn't much to do around here". I walked over and sat beside him "Thanks, and will you help me get muscle like yours?" I nervously asked. Brad laughed "If you want but it's hard work" he said nudging me "What are you going to do for me?" he asked. I chuckled "I have nothing to offer, I like reading and playing on my Xbox" I said to him. Brad smiled at me "You can read to me" he replied "you know the books I have to read for school, you can read them to me". That was the moment that we became friends, not quite step-brothers just then, but friends was a good place to start. The first few days I had terrible stomach ache as my body adjusted to the high protein muscle building compound, I think Brad got quite a lot of enjoyment seeing me running to the toilet. He told me not to worry and it will settle down in a few days, he introduced me to the gym by the pool house and got me lifting weights for half an hour in the morning and evening. True to his words he began to teach me to swim and by the end of the summer vacation I was at least no longer afraid of deep water and could happily manage a couple of lengths of the pool without loosing my breath. A week into our new found friendship Brad invited me to go for a ride on his quad bike, he packed some fruit and water along with a book in to his rucksack and gave it to me to put on my back. I was a little scared as I had never been on this type of bike but he drove slowly with me clasping him tightly in case I fell off we drove for about 20 minutes, passing fields and wooded areas until we hit an open expanse where I could see a line to trees and bushes stretching as far as the eye could see. Coming to a stop we walked a few meters in to the clearing by a shallow river the flowed gently meandering out of sight. "This is the Medina river" he said taking the rucksack off my back. I looked around "It's really pretty here" I said taking it all in. Brad smiled sitting down on the edge of the stream "My favourite little hideaway, the ranch is named after it". "Ah right" I replied sitting next to him. He pulled the book out of the rucksack and handed it to me "Your end of the bargain now" he chuckled. I took the book and laid on my stomach "Okay" I replied. I have to admit I started to find it intoxicating being here, the gentle sound coming from the water in the river flowing over the pebbles, the sun beating down and reading aloud was my idea of paradise, I even left my hair messed up from wearing the baseball cap. I kept looking at Brad when turning the page of the book, his eyes were closed hand clasped behind his head, whenever I stopped reading he would open one eye to check on me causing me to giggle several times. There was no doubt about him as rough and tough as he was on the outside he was a very different person underneath. I must have read nearly a hundred pages before he put his hand on the book to stop me reading and handed me some fruit and water. We walked in the stream hardly saying anything to each other until we returned back to our spot where he handed me the book again, I read a further 3 chapters before I put the book down and laid on my back looking up at the dappled sunlight coming through the trees. The rustling in the trees signified a change coming, Brad only to aware jumped up and packed the rucksack telling me there was a storm coming in, something that was quite usual for this time of day when the heat rose sharply like it had during the afternoon. Sure enough just a few hundred meters from the ranch house the heavens opened as the wind picked up in velocity driving the rain in to our faces. The storm lasted for an hour before the sun appeared again. We stood in the garage soaking wet and just laughed as puddles began forming at our feet, from that day we found our sense of humour to be very similar. A few days later at lunchtime we were heading out to the Medina River again, today the sun was already blazing hot in the sky so I sat down right the waters edge so I could dangle my feet in the water to cool them down as I read aloud to Brad, he sat a little further up so I could only see his legs, after an hour I turned on to my stomach and laid down resting on my elbows continuing to read. He did make me laugh seeing him chilled out chewing on a long stem grass, his eyes closed hands clasped behind his head. We walked a mile down the stream and back again before heading home, this afternoon was different as we chatted a little more finding our feet with each other. As the days passed we spent more and more time together bonding and enjoying working out then spending afternoons at the Medina river. By the time the vacation ended I was ready to return to school, it was my first day as this new school, as nervous as I was there was nothing to worry about as I fitted in straight away, Brad looked after me since we had become inseparable over the summer vacation. Those long summer days turned me in to a somewhat confident swimmer, I was beginning to show some muscle tone which I loved and many kids in my class commented over. Never would I realise how much of a catch I was to the girls and was never short of attention from them in my year and even some of the senior girls flirting with me. One thing I was probably more dumbstruck by was hearing them remark how attractive I was. It got worse as I aged, well I thought so anyway, it seemed almost all the school wanted to hang out with Brad and I, himself turning in to quite the muscle jock now having hit puberty. I felt a little overawed by all the friends and attention but there was something missing and that something was slowly beginning to show it's hand the older I got. It did take a couple of summers before Brad actually referred to me as his step-brother, after our parents married he began referring to me as his brother and it was this milestone that I articulated in my journal. I would usually write my journal sitting by the stream I found it gave me more flair when transferring my thoughts to paper. Brad would often sit there watching as I wrote, he knew I kept a journal and read it once when I fell asleep but he got bored as it contained nothing of interest at that point. It was from them I began hiding it and only writing when something needed to be downloaded out of my head, it had become my secret keeper. My reading to Brad had got him interested in books and studying and he did rather to well in his final years and won a place at a university some 300 miles away. Our years together were for the most part idyllic and every summer we shut ourselves away at Medina doing our own things. Our bodies changed but we both retained our looks and I grew from strength to strength with Brad's help. On his 16th birthday Seth allowed Brad to get a tribal tattoo down his arm. I sat with him and Seth as the artist worked for nearly 3 hours until finished. Sitting there I realised how much Brad was growing up and beginning to show independence, I knew our summers were going to come to an end soon enough. At 17 Brad was a real crowd pleaser and was now more often out than at home, I had heard rumours at school that he was bedding girls like there was no tomorrow, when he was home we would still go to the Medina river for some peace and quiet escaping life. I relished those days as I missed him like hell and was only too happy to read to him. At 15 I had a growth spurt and stood at my now five feet nine inches, I was pretty happy with my height, but it also caused my looks to intensify and muscle definition to proportionise itself to my body. It was several months after my birthday that I wrote down one of the most revealing feelings about me 'I feel my body has changed, I have hair appearing in places not much but enough, my voice is slightly deeper and I am beginning to feel like the boy in me is forever being lost. I like guys. Don't aske me how or why, I just do. I like their bodies, I like the masculinity of a guy who is very close to me. I never really thought I would write this down but somehow I need to express me and who I have become. I just don't seem to have any interest in girls and yes I know what this means but I am not ready for it. I need to come to accept it first and be happy about why my body and soul has gone this way. As much as I rack my brains trying to think why, there is no answer. No significance, no turning point, it has always been there waiting for the right time'. I put my pen down and watched Brad sleeping in his bed, discreetly hiding my journal as I knew that it was more important than ever to keep it hidden. I never wrote a lot down or did it on a daily basis, it was one of things I kept as a reminder of important things or situations now. I wondered if it showed on the outside that I was gay, I only questioned it as I saw less and less of Brad during that last summer before he headed off to university. It seemed his new friend residing in his pants was busy around and he started dating the head cheerleader from the school, Melinda. It was to put it bluntly my year of turmoil, I felt like my gut had been wrenched out the day he finally left. I knew he wanted to break free and be his own person. He left me fighting my demons, I was literally destroying myself inside out and it was after my 16th birthday I sat down for dinner, I plucked up the courage to discuss it with my mother and Seth since they had noticed I was becoming more introverted during this time but they put it down to Brad leaving home. Opening up to them about my feelings seemed to lift a massive burden off my shoulders, my mother was sceptical saying it wss just a phase where Seth appeared to have more control over the matter and I still remember his words to this day 'Don't hide or run from it, just let you discover you and who you are'. I kept my secret hidden at school and concentrated on getting my education over before deciding weather I wanted to go to college or university, rumours did surface occasionally as I had plenty of friends that were girls but never date or kissed any of them, I never acted gay or gave any one cause to question my sexuality. Not one for wanting to be away from Medina ranch I choose college and long distance studying, the benefit of which meant I could take my laptop out with me to the Medina river and study there where I didn't have to go in to college for assignments, tests and exams. So it wasn't all that bad coming out to my mother and Seth, they just let me get on with it. I was surprised that Seth would without fail every week sit down and chat with me about how I was feeling, I looked on him as more of a father than my blood father who I hadn't seen since the break up. Seth was reasonable and considerate, never judging me but always supporting and being there if I needed help. The year dragged by and Brad returned home for the summer vacation, he entered the house like a whirlwind and swooped me up in his arms hugging me. "God I missed you Tom" Brad said putting me down. I hugged him back "It's so lonely without you here" I replied. "Well I am here for several weeks book worm" he said using his nick name for me. It didn't take long for our routine to slip in to place, only now it just felt awkward as I was hiding the real me from him. I just couldn't bring myself to tell him, I didn't really know why at the time but I thought it would be best to keep that part of me in the shadows. All to soon his few weeks at home had come to an end and that last evening I heard Seth and Brad having a very stern discussion in the library. It was pretty fiery so I made my way back to our room and listened to some music reading a book. When Brad turned up he seemed his cheery self and said nothing about the argument going on, he showered and changed then headed out to meet his latest girl. A few days later when I asked how Brad was doing just out of normal conversation I got a strange look from Seth. He would not talk much about Brad just that he was doing okay, I knew he had gone to university several times to talk to him, and I overheard him and my mother talking about Brad's disciplinary hearing but nothing was ever said directly to me. I had no idea what was going on or what trouble he had gotten himself into. I had just celebrated my 18th birthday and was studying on the pool terrace late one morning when I heard Seth in the kitchen cursing to himself and grabbing his keys, I heard him talking to my mother on the phone to say he was having to drive up to the university. By the time I got to the kitchen he had already stormed out leaving the letter from the universities disciplinary committee on the counter top. My mistake or maybe it wasn't, I picked up the letter and read it. I couldn't believe the words of the last paragraph 'As such situations arise when a student is in possession of any form of drug the course of action is to expel them from the campus and forfeit their position. Whilst the committee have noted that no further action is being taken by the relevant law enforcement agencies we are in no doubt of possession and intended use or distribution and as such the student has been expelled. The committees decision is final and will not entertain any appeal to review'. It was almost like a standard letter but I felt really sorry how his life had spiralled out of control in this manner. Seth returned later that evening tired and upset, I listened at the door as he told my mother that Brad refused to see him point blank. I walked in to the lounge and they both stopped talking. "Are you going to tell me what is going on with Brad?" I asked standing my ground. Seth shrugged his shoulder "There is no point Tom, he won't see or speak to anyone" he replied. I sat down next to Seth "How bad is it?" I asked him. Seth looked at my mother "He has been expelled, he needs help but he can't see that or accept it". That evening was one of the longer entries in to my journey as I was troubled all night, when I woke early that Saturday morning I sneaked down to Seth's BMW and turned the key and looked at the SatNav which gave me a location near enough to where Brad was staying. I got my keys and sped down the ranch driveway and headed to Dallas, I almost stopped several times wondering if I was doing the right thing but I kept going on the 5 hour drive. I knew I was in the right place but I had no idea which building he was in, I stopped a student wandering by just on the off chance and asked if they knew Brad Felshaw, he laughed and said yeah building 2c Room 235. I rushed over not knowing what I was going to say to him as I reached the door, I knocked three times but waited to hear if there was any movement when another student walked past and smiled 'good luck getting him to answer' they said carrying on down the corridor glancing back at me, I now banged on the door louder this time. "Go away" he shouted through the door. "Brad" I waited for a moment "Brad it's Tom, let me in please" I pleaded through the door. Eventually I heard the lock clicking and he opened the door "What do you want?" he asked. "I came to see you" I said through the crack in the opening "are you going to let me in?". Brad was reluctant "Did my father send you here?" he asked. "No, he doesn't know I have driven here" I replied, he hesitated then opened the door inviting me in. He looked dishevelled and not the Brad I knew "What the fuck has happened to you?" I asked closing the door. Brad sat on the bed head in his hands "I lost control and fucked up really bad this time". I sat down next to him "Everyone is worried about you Brad. It hurts to see you like this". "Like what?" he asked in an angry tone. "This is not you, not the Brad I grew up with" I replied looking at him. He stared at me "Your not the Tom I grew up with are you?" he stated in a matter of fact way. I looked down "It hasn't change me Brad, I haven't come to terms with it myself" I said shyly. "Is that so?" Brad replied somewhat confused. I took a deep breath "Come home with me, I will sneak you in and look after you". He looked at me "I can't deal with my father he is so angry with me" he said looking sad. I put my arm around him "He is not angry Brad, just upset and very concerned" I assured him. Brad stood and paced around "Are you sure you want to do this Tom?" he asked. I looked at him "Are you an addict?" I asked. He shot me a look "No, I only did it 4 or 5 times" he paused "but I am getting drawn to it". I don't know how I did it but he agreed to come home with me after I promised not to let anyone know until he was ready to face them. He slept for most of the journey back home, I could have sworn he cried a little or at least his eyes watered seeing Medina Ranch at the end of the access road. He slid down in his seat to avoid being seen as I drove in the garage. I checked the house to make sure the coast was clear and walked with brad down the wing to our end of the house. Telling him to shower and as he did I quickly rifled through his bag to make sure there was nothing hiding in there and also the clothes he had worn home. I kind of felt guilty and didn't really know what I was doing, his hand grabbed my arm tightly 'there is nothing there' he said letting me go again, he certainly hadn't lost any of his muscle or strength. Something inside me caused me to stand up and face him, I was speechless and I couldn't work out if I got a kick out of him touching me aggressively like that. He backed off in obvious concern at what he did. At 20 Brad was a walking sex machine and it was hard to keep my gaze from looking at his body, I had still yet to explore my sexuality but I knew he definitely aroused me. I tried to keep a close reign on my preference for the male body whilst living in small town Texas, the last thing I wanted was to be out and branded like the cattle in this state. He looked at me "I'm sorry if I hurt you" Brad said drying his hair. "Promise me you have none of it here?" I asked watching him look me in the eye nodding. Brad slipped in to his bed "Promise me you won't let on?" he asked resting his head on the pillow. I looked at the sight of him staring at the ceiling "You have my word Brad" I replied picking up a book, I knew I would have to keep a very close eye on him. Sitting on the bed next to him he smiled for the first time "You going to read to me?". I nodded "Yes that's if you don't mind me sitting on the bed next to you?" I replied. Brad smiled "Of course I don't" he said getting comfortable. It took me by surprise and at first I wasn't sure if it was him accepting what he knew about me or just the brotherly part coming through. I read to him for an hour until he was sound asleep, it was only 8pm so I crept out and had dinner with Seth and my mother, it didn't take long for the conversation got around to where I had been all day and I told them at the Medina river and also headed in to town to see a friend. As far as I know they hadn't suspected a thing and after dinner I grabbed some fruit and went back to the bedroom to find Brad still sound asleep. I kept the curtains closed that overlooked the terrace and the French doors locked. I can't recall what time it was but I was woken by the sound of Brad, I could make out that he was sitting on the edge of his bed shaking and panting. Thankfully I had done some research on the internet after I returned to my room and believed this to be his body reacting to a lack of whatever drug he had taken. I turned on the bed side lamp and could see he was also sweating. I walked over and asked him what I could do to help but he looked at me like a helpless child tears streaming down his face. Trust me I said helping him stand up and took him in to the wet room and turned on the cold water, I sat next to him in the shower letting the cold water cascade over the both of us until his shaking ceased. I helped dry him and took him back in to the bedroom to my bed and laid next to him, so much of me wanted to cuddle him in this fragile state, he looked at me and quietly said thank you and falling back to sleep. I watched him as long as I could until my body surrendered and my eyes closed. I had one of the best night sleeps that I could remember, waking up I found my body was being held and my eyes snapped open. His arms were wrapped around me and he was cuddled up very close, to close for comfort was my initial diagnoses. Escaping was the first thing in my head, then the awkwardness of this as me moving would certainly wake him up and he may freak out. I laid there silently for several minutes until Brad shuffled and turned over releasing me from his arms. Silently I crept out of bed and let him sleep, picking up my journal I wrote a few words 'Woke feeling like I had a perfect sleep. Shaken I found my step-brothers arms wrapped around me, his body touching mine. Disturbing to say the least but somehow I find myself turned on as my whole body seemed to be in a state of flux'. I hid the journal and showered, when I came back in to the room Brad was awake and just acted normally. I came to the conclusion that he probably didn't even know, for the most part Brad seemed to be returning and the next few days I studied and didn't leave his side except to fetch food. Keeping him hidden seemed pretty easy and his withdrawal symptoms vanished which confirmed my suspicion that he had probably told me the truth. I guess I got to cocky at this hiding Brad game and he slid down in the seat of the car as I backed out of the garage and drove us to the Medina river again. I sat down on the banks and started reading, Brad laid on his stomach his head inches from the water resting on his hands watching the water flowing by. He wore only shorts taking his t-shirt off as we arrived since it was another scorching day. It was very distracting, I just wanted to touch and hold the body laying there, it was so perfect and the temptation to tickle his bare feet his toes wriggling in the sun crossed my mind. Refocusing I continued reading for an hour then we waded in the river and walked for a couple of hours. On the walk back to our spot Brad put his arm around my shoulder, something he hadn't done since we were younger. I felt like our bond was stronger than ever having faltered when he found out what his cock was for and put it to use. I rummaged in the rucksack and gave Brad some fruit and a bottle of water, if people saw us now they would think we were a perfect couple. I grabbed the book and sat down on the waters edge, before I could even get it open he had sat down behind me, his legs either side of my body and his arms wrapped around my body with his chin resting on my shoulders. It was one thing accidentally cuddling me in bed but this felt strangely weird but I carried on and opened the book to the page where we had got to the previous evening, he watched me leafing through to the pages but my mind was elsewhere as my body tingled by his touch. "Can't believe how much you have grown up and changed Tom" Brad said as he watched me turning the pages. I smiled but didn't look at him "We have both grown up Brad". Brad rubbed his chin on my shoulder "Yeah but at least you didn't screw up like me" he sighed. I looked up at the sky "I am just as screwed up if not more but in other ways". Brad stopped and looked at me "You are far from screwed up Tom, your confronting things head on" he said. "Well it's my turn to return the favour, you looked after me growing up" I said reminding him. Brad chuckled and waved it off "Was it hard, you know growing up feeling the way you do?" he asked me. "What way?" I asked oblivious to what he meant. Brad rubbed his chin on my shoulder again "You being gay" he said, I was slightly taken back. I turned and looked at him "It still is, I try to work out why but I end up even more confused" I said looking at the book. Brad ruffled my hair "Your still Tom to me. It is what is in here that defines you" he said tapping my heart. I sighed "I'm so lucky having you as a brother, as fucked up as you are" I laughed more out of nerves than anything. His hands hugged me tighter "You have helped me so much Tom. And now?" he whispered "Have you a boyfriend?". I stared at the words on the pages "No" I replied "How come you haven't got a girl?". "Don't know" Brad said "Melinda was mediocre for sex but she was getting to needy and I got nothing out of it". Brad lifted his head "Stop changing the subject. Why haven't you got a boyfriend?" he asked. I sighed "I am not ready to explore yet" I replied, it was the truth as I had no courage or even knew where to start. Brad hugged me tighter "Who ever get's you will be one lucky person. Come on then read to me" he said. I wondered if I was becoming a bit of a shady pervert as I settled back in to his arms reading the book. It is a strange feeling when your step-brother is the closet another man has ever got to you, sitting here time just seemed to get away from us. We hadn't realised how late it got and headed back home, no further mention was made by either of us about that afternoon, assuming it was just us rekindling our brotherly love for each other. I checked the coast was clear and we wandered down the east wing of the ranch house in our lounge and found Seth sat there waiting for us. Brad stopped dead in his tracks and Seth stood up and walked towards Brad, I didn't know what to expect, I stood ready to defend him. Seth looked at his son and hugged him, Brad kept apologising for screwing everything up, he told Brad he was just happy to his son back. Seth looked at me "Thank you Tom" he said. I put the rucksack down "I'm sorry for going behind everyone's back". Seth walked over and hugged me "You had us worried behaving weirdly at first". "You knew?" I asked Seth who nodded. "They described you and your car as taking Brad away from campus" Seth said to me as I stood looking ashamed. It was obvious Seth was pleased that I managed to get through to Brad when no one else could. As Brad slept I retrieved my journal from the hiding place and wrote things in there again that should never have been down on paper... 'A strange yet weirdly happy day as we went to the river only this time I felt like I was sat there with a lover. His hands around my waist and head resting on my shoulders. I know this is my step-brother but sometimes feelings are stronger than actions and he wakens me in a very extraordinary way'. I looked debating weather I should have written this but my journal was holding the true me, quickly I hid it away again. Brad was left alone in my company for a week partaking in meals with the family in the evening for as long as he could tolerate it. At night I would read to him and we often fell asleep in the same bed, it was as if we were 8 and 10 again. Brad got his life together and started working for his father whilst finishing his education. So that was me growing up and how I helped my step-brother through his problem, oh, and fell in love with him. The table would turn in a few years time but that was something I could never have seen coming, especially when your so blinded by what you think is love but in reality was the opposite. I became the closest friend to Brad as well, we would tell each other everything and before you ask, no I didn't write those in my journal. I knew they were things best kept between us. Part of me was broken but happy when Brad started seeing Melinda again in this on off story of theirs, so much so that it became probably the most serious relationship for the time being. As if you hadn't guessed by now, Brad was the first instrumental person in my life, he shaped me as the person as we grew up together in a very unshakable way. We stuck to each other like glue and did everything together. My life really took shape and turned upside down a week before my 19th birthday celebrating a belated 18th birthday present, and this is where my story really begins to unfold...
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I was up early this morning for my usual morning walk/jog/run and was on Grindr hoping that maybe some guys have today off and are looking. I'd had a lot of fun over the weekend hooking up with random guys in town for the state fair and the OSU vs. Texas game and thought most of that was over, but got hit up by a guy at a local hotel from Oklahoma looking for fun. I have a major weakness for redneck boys and he checked all the boxes, 21, blonde, 6 foot tall, beefy build, smooth body with big nipples, but sadly not that big a dick and a vers bottom according to his profile. I didn't care, I'd be willing to breed his ass. His profile indicated he was neg so my expectation was he'd want it safe so I figured I'd weed him out by saying I wanted to breed his ass. To my surprise he said he wanted to get bred and we kept the talk up. He liked my cock and was down for now, saying his check out was at 11am. He was nearby and I said I could be there soon. To my surprise he asked what I wanted and I jokingly said I wanted him to breed me too. He said he was down and liked that I wanted it raw. I joked back that "raw is law" and he agreed, saying he only did raw. I know playing with rednecks is playing with fire but I also know they almost all play raw. I asked if he'd been in town for the weekend and he admitted he was, that he lived in Arkansas but went to OSU and was in town for the game and had the day off from work. I can only imagine he'd been fucking like crazy over the weekend and I wasn't the only guy who'd bred him or who he had bred. That had me super horny and we switched to Snap so I could prove I wasn't fake, and also to confirm he wasn't. And he certainly wasn't as I got pics of him naked, stroking his cock and hearing him talk in his country accent. He hadn't asked about my status and I wasn't about to ask his, and guessing that he didn't mention he was on Prep on his profile I can only guess he wasn't and like me, just doesn't give a shit. I got to his hotel and went in and we were quickly kissing each other as we stripped down. He was down on his knees sucking my cock and telling me what a hot cock I have and how bad he wanted it. Clearly he does this often and that had me hard just knowing he's a slut like me. I couldn't believe there's big country boys like him that are as slutty as I am and it drives me crazy as I love getting with guys like this. I stop him a couple times saying I'm getting close and finally he takes the hint and we move to the bed and he's on his back spreading his legs so I can grind my hard cock up against his ass. I ask him if he has any lube and he says he wants me to fuck him spit and stick and I oblige, spitting furiously on my cock and in my hand so I can force my cock in his ass. Getting inside him takes little effort and clearly he's been getting pounded by other guys all weekend. His ass feels like its already loaded and bred and I'm tempted to ask, but honestly I don't give a shit. I tell him how hot and tight his ass is and how bad I want to load him and he's begging for my cock and load. Then he adds that I probably like fucking and breeding guys anon like this. I figure I'm never going to see him again, so why not be fucking honest. I say I do love breeding guys anon and that I love getting bred anon and can't wait for him to do that to me. His face lit up and he asked me if I do it a lot and I say I do, that I love giving and taking loads. He breaks into a smile and says he does too and that he was so excited that I wanted his load and he started begging for me to cum in him. I hardly needed the encouragement as hearing him admit to being a whore was all I needed as I was about to cum. And it felt good to be honest about being the anon pig I am. I know there's other guys like me too and it was hot to be drilling one and I blasted a ferocious load inside him that had him screaming not to pull out and to stay inside him. I loved that this big country boy was letting a deviant pig like me drill him raw and breed his ass. He admitted he was really close to cumming and wanted to fuck me rather than have an accident if I kept fucking him. I said it was cool and he again asked me if I was cool for him fucking me raw, and I said I was. I was on my back saying I wanted to look into his pretty blue eyes as he drilled me and damn did he drill me. He did a spit and stick and it was easy taking him that way except for when he thrust all the way in me as his cock was a lot thicker at the base than at the tip. He asked if it was cool if he used some racist words as he fucked me and honestly, yeah, I know that's fucked up, but also hot, and if it's a redneck boy like him its even hotter and I agreed to it, kind of hating myself for agreeing to it. He was using the words a lot and I hardly cared. I love having guys like him dominate and use my for their pleasure, even if they're slutty bottom boys like him, getting bred by random guys. I'm loudly begging for his load and not caring who hears me. His face is all red and I can tell he's close and can feel him shudder as he cums inside me. It's a shame he doesn't have a bigger dick and isn't a dominant top, but I don't care. He's probably been shamed all his life for having a smaller cock, probably been forced to bottom as a result and has gotten used to getting fucked, so I'm sure he likes the chance to top and be the dominant pig, and I'm not about to deny him that. He's not slowing down and continues fucking me saying he isn't done with my ass and again starts with the racist talk. I've long since made peace with that kind of shit just to get the white trash cock I love and I'm leaning into it, feeding into his hate fuck. It doesn't matter as he took my seed raw, so who's the bitch here? Pig boy dumps another load in me and I'm loudly screaming not to pull out, how hot it was, and brother, I am not lying. I wanted his load bad. He quickly slides out and is begging for my dick and load like the little bitch he is. I'm telling him how bad I want to breed his hole and that I bet he's been bred by a lot of guys this weekend. He's moaning with delight saying he did, and I'm egging him on, demanding to know how many guys bred his hole and without hesitating he said ten. I laughed and kept up my strokes and said he probably took every one of them raw and he admitted he did. I kept it up and he admitted he begged for their loads and admitted his favorite was getting tag teamed by two Latino guys who double penetrated him. I asked him if he liked Latino cock and he admitted to loving Latino cock and would do anything to get Latinos to breed him raw. And there we have it, his fantasy and their's coming together. I ain't gonna lie, I love thinking about breeding a hot redneck boy like him and having him breed me to, and I'm sure it fulfilled their fantasy. I would love to be with a guy like this, but know that it isn't realistic. All I can hope for is a chance at him breeding me and me breeding him and soon enough I do that, blast another powerful load deep in his guts as his face lights up and again he begs me not to pull out and to shoot every drop inside him. And I gladly do, collapsing on top of him once I'm spent. He laughs at me saying how good I was and that I must have needed it. I said I was and said he must have to. He admitted he'd hooked up earlier but the other didn't get him off and he was glad I wanted it. I knew I was right about him being already bred and held back from saying something. Instead I said I was glad he wanted to fuck me as I found guys like him really hot. He smiled at me and thanked me adding that he was nothing special. I came clean about fantasizing about guys like him and he laughed and said I should move to Oklahoma as there were lots of guys there like him for the taking. I'm trying hard not to clock watch and not wanting this to end, but know that our time is going to end soon even though I don't want it to. I jokingly ask him if he's going to drive back to Oklahoma with my loads still in his ass and he smirks at me and asks what I think. I jokingly say yeah, and he admits he plans on it and wants to stop and see if he can get more loads on the way back. I'm surprised and impressed by his honesty and admit to it. "You should take what you want" he said and there's truth to that. Too often I'm over cautious and afraid to ask for what I want in life. He gives me his number and says I should come visit and see what I think of Oklahoma and that I could stay with him. He admitted he doesn't come to Dallas often but does get here sometimes. We kiss deeply and I dress to leave, his loads still inside me, not caring that I smell of cum, lube, and ass. I thank him and tell him I had an amazing time and leave, hoping we will meet up again.
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I'm a total bottom cumdump trying to get gangbanged at Akron Steam this Saturday night from 11pm on. No load refused. I may be blindfolded.
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I decided to visit my parents for the holidays and set out on the ten hour drive to get to my hometown in backwoods West Virginia early in the morning. The weather was against me the entire way spitting snow and freezing rain in squalls as I inched along the highway. That combined with frequent accidents up ahead made the trip much longer than anticipated, so I finally gave up and pulled into a small roadside town for the night. After checking into the only motel in town and grabbing a quick bite to eat I settled into my room and out of boredom I checked out Grindr not really expecting anything in a town with less than 4000 people according to the welcome sign I had passed. I wasn’t surprised to see that the closest man was over 50 miles away. I switched over to BBRT anticipating the same results but was shocked when I saw that there was someone two miles from my location. There wasn’t a face picture only a body shot, but it had me drooling. His ad said he was 47, 5’ 10”, 215 with salt and pepper hair and that he was an endowed undetectable top. I wasted no time in messaging him and was very happy when he responded a few minutes later. “Hey boy. You looking to get fucked?” I wrote back quickly to say yes. “How soon can you be ready for me?” I told him 30 minutes and gave him my location. “See you then boy.” I rushed to the bathroom and prepped for a hard breeding. Thankfully I always travel prepared and was soon ready for what I was hoping would be a fun encounter. I had just left the bathroom wrapped only in a cheap white towel when I heard a knock on the door. I peeked out the peephole and was pleasantly surprised to see a ruggedly handsome face staring back at me. I opened the door and he stepped in quickly. As he turned to shut and lock the door I was struck by how opposite we were from each other. I was almost half his age at 24 and at 5’6”, 140 he was nearly twice my size! “Good boy” he growled with a the same thick accent I had worked so hard to lose. He reached out putting his rough calloused hands on my smooth chest making me gasp in pleasure. He tweaked my nipples and then pulled off my towel leaving me completely exposed. He roughly pulled me into his chest and began grabbing my ass running his fingers into my crack. I breathed in the scent of him, all male musk with a bit of tobacco and bourbon. I was in heat and hard as a rock. He pulled off his coat and shirt exposing his furry chest and big nipples that I knew I had to suck on. I dropped to my knees and pulled off his work boots and socks. He unbuckled his belt and shucked out of his jeans and boxers letting his thick cock out. I sat up on my knees and took him in my mouth savoring the concentrated taste of his manhood. “Damn boy. You don’t waste time do you? You want to feel Daddy’s cock in you don’t you boy?” I moaned yes around his rapidly thickening cock. He sat in the rooms only chair as I alternated between sucking his dick, his nipples and kissing him while he moaned and encouraged me to keep sucking for about ten minutes. He stood up suddenly reached down and pulled me up to kiss deeply. He grabbed my ass and pulled me off my feet and swung me into the bed before I knew what was happening. I was pleasantly surprised when he began sucking me. I thought he was going to be a greedy top not that I had a problem with that. After I few minutes he went lower and began eating and fingering my hole which had me gasping for breath as his thick stubble was rubbing against my sensitive ass. He flipped me over onto my stomach so that I was bent over the bed. I could see us both in the mirror as he grabbed the lube from the nightstand and poured a generous amount on his beer can thick cock. I quickly grabbed my poppers and huffed a few hits as he lined himself up to my wet hole. Just as the rush hit my brain I felt the head pop inside. The poppers and lube kept the pain to a minimum. He waited a minute while I relaxed around him before starting a blistering fucking. Honestly, I just held onto the mattress and tried to keep my moaning from being too loud. He flipped me so that I was now riding him and it felt like I was on a bucking bull. I could feel every inch of him inside of and with every thrust his cockhead rubbed against my prostate making me harder and harder as precum dripped down onto his stomach. He started jerking me off in time with his thrusting and I couldn’t keep my orgasm back any longer. With a muffled roar I shot my load over his chest and face. He grinned evilly and held onto my waist forcing his dick even deeper into me. He cried out as he came flooding me with five or six shots of cum. I collapsed onto his chest and felt him slide out of my now gaping hole. We both fell asleep quickly with me draped over his chest. I woke up sometime in the night as he slid his cock back inside for round two. In the morning we showered together as he bred me for the third time against the wall. I made plans to stop for the night on my way back home. It was truly one of the best fucks I’ve ever had.
