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This is a translation from memory of a story I read a long time ago on a french BB site. I just thought it was the hottest thing and reminded me of my own first breeding. What I like, as a bottom, is that it is written from the breeders perspective...I've gotten a lot of insight and enjoyment from this forum....I thought I'd contribute modestly in return. I was lying naked on top of my bed, my skin moist with the relentless heat that hung in the still air. It was one of those nights in the city when sleep would only be achieved through medication or as a consequence of a good, hard fuck. The stirring in my loins and the hard cock in my fist wrote the prescription. I rolled off the bed, pulled on my jeans, a clean t-shirt and some shoes and headed out for the park. The dark, city park fuckscape was busy tonight with others who, like me, were both horny and too hot to sleep. I walked the narrow, dirt pathways slowly, hunting for the right prey. Around me, the sounds of clandestine sex amid rustling leaves whispered in the night air. I crossed a few good prospects and had my ass fleetingly fondled once or twice, but I was on the hunt for a hole to unload into and soon spotted the one I wanted. He was clearly out of his depth. A newbie, betrayed by his nervous movements, the way his eyes never met anyone's gaze and how he seemed so painfully lost just a few meters from the city sidewalk. I walked past him slowly, taking him in. He was young, about eighteen was my guess, longish blond hair, tight jeans, light blue t-shirt clinging to a thin body, Van’s slip on shoes, no socks, about my height. Very sweet piece of ass I thought to myself. I walked past slowly enough to get him to start following me. I drew him along like this down the hill to a secluded spot among some older trees, just off the path. When I felt he’d entered the small clearing, I quickly moved through a small gap in the bushes and came back quietly behind him. He was standing there, achingly beautiful in the faint light, as lost as ever. I came up behind him, making just enough sound so as not to startle him and before he could turn, I wrapped an arm around his upper chest and pressed him forward against a tree holding my body firmly pressed against his back. “You’ve been following me” I hissed in his ear, kissing his neck. The sweet scent of his sweat was divine, making my needy cock harden. “No…I…I don’t know….” He stammered nervous. He was not resisting. There was no effort to break free of my grip. He was unsure. Waiting to understand. “I want to fuck you” I growled, putting emphasis on the “fuck”. “Yes….but I….I don’t….” he replied, his whole body seemed to tremble. “You don’t what” I insisted, gripping him more firmly, pressing my hardness against him. “I’ve never done this. I mean. I’ve never been…you know….in the ass…” he replied, his voice a low whimper. Damn! I thought. A fucking virgin. How lucky could I get? “Don’t worry, I’ll go very gently…make sure this is special for you” I answered softly, gently dry humping him. I reached into the pocket of my jeans with my other hand and pulled out a bottle of poppers. Expertly, I twisted the cap off letting it drop to the ground. I held it to his nose. “Take a deep sniff of this then hold it in a bit before exhaling” I whispered. He inhaled deeply, held his breath a moment then exhaled. In an instant, I felt all the tension in his body drain away as he began to press his ass back against me. Yeah. This was working out very well. “Strip” I ordered. He fumbled with his belt and dropped his jeans to his ankles while I pulled the t-shirt off over his head. He kicked his shoes off and pushed the jeans aside in the dirt. He was perfect. His pale skin seemed to glow in the faint light. He was soft and smelled of soap and sweet sweat. I ran my hands over his flat stomach up to his erect nipples and teased them, making him moan ever so softly. “Here”, I said, giving him the poppers. “Keep sniffing, it’ll make things easier.. You’ll see”. I knelt behind him and beheld his small, tight ass. I ran my hands over those beautiful, round, hairless cheeks and spread them gently, revealing his pale pink pucker. I pressed my mouth against it, licking his sweet tasting hole, pressing my tongue gently into him, wetting him as I teased him. As I feasted on yhis lovely boy cunt, I could hear him sniffing deeply from the dark bottle, rewarding me each time with a horny wiggle in his hips and a loosening of his hole. Finally, I stood behind him and spit into my fist, lubing my hard cock. I began to rub the swollen head against his tight hole, teasing it slowly into him. He sniffed feverishly on the bottle then, curving his back, pressing his ass back onto my cock. “You want it don’t ya?” I hissed into his ear. “Yessss….” He replied softly. I pushed a little more of me into him. “Sir….I….sorry….but should you…you know….a condom?” he asked, his body still, my cock only just an inch or two into him. I pressed a bit more into him, feeling him wince as I popped past his anus before answering. I held still. “Shit, no. Don’t like them. Never use them. Do you want me to stop?” I asked knowing everything hinged on this awkward moment. “No…..no…don’t stop…” he replied, taking another hit of poppers. I pushed myself further into him and began to gently fuck him savoring the velvet grip of his tight, virgin ass on my hard cock. “So were okay then bareback. No condom” I said, slowly sawing my cock in and out of his ass. “Yeah…it’s good, no condom…don’t stop” he replied desperation in his voice...taking another hit of poppers. “What if I was poz” I added softly, continuing to fuck his sweet ass. “Are you?” he replied, a trace of panic in his voice, his body stiffening in an instant. “Do you want me to stop” I asked again, pulling my cock almost fully out of him. He curved his back and pushed himself onto my cock, he answered with his ass. He was mine now. I fucked him harder now, making him groan and grunt against the bark of the tree while sniffing as best he could from the poppers. “Are you ready for my seed boy?” I growled, my release rising inside me as I fucked him deeper. “Yes…..yes....” he replied meakly. I growled loudly and rammed deep inside him as my seed erupted. I fired stream after stream into him, gripping him by the hips as I unloaded. I held him tightly, holding my cock deep inside, packing my tainted seed into his bowels. After a moment. I pulled myself slowly from him, a long, thin stream of cum falling away from my cock onto his leg. “You are going to make one sweet cum slut boy. With what I've given you tonight, there’s no turning back for you now” boy. I whispered to him as he seemed to slump against the tree. I pulled my jeans up and shoved my cock back inside. I ran my hand down the sweat moistened skin of his back. He curved his back and thrust out his ass in response. I heard a rustling of leaves and another guy came up alongside me. His big cock was already out. He ran his hand down the boy’s back as I had done. The boy responded as he had for me and, as he took another sniff from his bottle, a new, raw cock was pushed into his cum lubed hole. It was going to be a hot night, I thought, as I made my way back home.
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I will be in the Cheshire Motor Inn off Cheshire Bridge Rd. be arriving Thursday after 4pm. I will be hosting all day and nite in my room. I will be in the back bulding. I will ahve my lights out and porn playing Will be total nude and ass lubed and very clean and taking all. TOPS need to be 18 to 55 yr old Race not important so if you want to cum by and plow a tight clean smoth bubble but then cum by and use me and fill me as you like. Bring any buds you like or send them by. Love Tag teams groups and more. into oral jo foreplay kissing and more. I will post my room# when i arrive. LOve total anoymous cum by dump ur load and go. Also into PNP but i will not have anything but poppers -
I am heading to London in January 2012, as i did last year, for a week of none stop rampant barebacking and filth. I'll be arriving on 12th January, and staying until the 16th Jan. I've got a room at the Central Station, just by Kings Cross. And will be able to bring guys back there for fun. As well as having lads to my room, i'll be going to various saunas, as well as Vault 139 and others. If you wanna hook up anywhere, just get in touch. Wanna take my slutty load? No worries, just get in touch and well fuck. Wanna fuck my skank cum dump arse? Fine by me, just give me a shout and i'll bend over for you. All loads taken, last year i took 162 loads in the three days i was there, this year I want to try and beat that, and am staying even longer. You can email me at joshlandalesaunaslut@gmail.com - or drop me a TEXT on: 07428075778 TEXTS ONLY PLEASE GUYS
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I love our monthly bareback parties! I enjoy 1 on 1 as much as any man, but group sex is what turns me on the most. Being able to go from man to man till I find the bottom I want to breed is very exciting, and occasionally I get to take a load as well. Nothing like breeding ass with a load in your hole! So I cleaned out and squirted lube far up my hole just before I left. When I arrived I stripped and left my clothes in the locker and went into the playroom. There were three men standing by the door, a welcoming committee of sorts, each trying to be the first to work nips or play with dick or rub a new body and see what cums up. They were a very similar group, probably friends, all in their 30’s, nice bodies and thinning hair. I was soon kissing one while another was pinching my nips and turning me on while another had my dick in his mouth. The one sucking me quickly turned around and backed up on my cock. He was wide open and felt like he already had a load in his hole, so I just pumped his ass while I continued making out with the other man. When I pulled out of the first man the second sucked my dick clean of the cum I had been rooting in and also guided my dick into his hole. He was open but not loaded, so I was really enjoying that fuck, and I had to stop kissing to really give him a good fuck. I decided I wanted to try the third man, so I pulled out and again had my dick sucked clean by the first man as I bent the third over. When I penetrated him I could tell I was lubed only by the spit of the first guy, so together we walked a few steps over to the wall, where he rested his hands against the wall to brace himself so I could bury my cock balls deep. He was breathing heavily, so I imagined this was his first fuck of the evening. I just held my cock in his ass a bit to let him get used to it, and then I began the slow strokes as he relaxed. I was so turned on by the two previous fucks that I knew this one would be short, as I couldn’t hold off in such a tight ass. The other two were beside us, one working my nips and the other rubbing whatever part he could reach on both men. This fuck was wonderful, very tight ass, a top’s dream to fuck, but I couldn’t make it last to enjoy it, just a few good fuck strokes and I was spurting my load, and he knew it before I told him, as he raised up a bit and I had to force him back down so I could pound the load in deep. We had drawn a crowd as well, and they were all urging me on, telling me to breed ass, pump him full, the usual expressions you hear at a bareback party. I didn’t need urging, I wanted and needed to pump him full of my seed, and I sure did. My cock began to deflate, and when I pulled out the first man was immediately at my dick to suck it clean and then felch my cum from the freshly fucked ass. The crowd dispersed at this point, the two other men helping their friend stand upright and kissing him and congratulating him on taking his first load of the night, etc. I had not noticed that I was alone, everyone else backing away, like a school of fish scattering when a shark is in the area. I was standing there trying to get my breath back when I felt hands on my nips working them hard and a very large dick between my ass cheeks probing for my hole. I knew who it was before he spoke. “You ready for my cock, Papi?” It was Jorge, the horse-hung Hispanic man we all do our best to stay away from. He’s only about 5’6” or so, but has an enormous cock that looks grotesque on him, as it is so big. It has to be at least 10” long and hugely thick, and it curves up to destroy a man’s prostate. I don’t know if he takes testosterone shots or pumps it or just takes double doses of Viagra or what, but it is always stiff as a rod, not hard as rock but hard as steel. And he is a power fucker, just rapes men. He lines his huge meat up with a hole and rams it in, tears a man’s ass up, etc. So I knew what was ahead of me. He also likes to find a man that is still tight, not been fucked, to take his first load. I had heard he liked to blow a big load in a real tight ass and really empty his balls first fuck, so that after that it would take him a long time to get off, and he would have to just beat a man to death with his huge cock, in order to cum in his ass. Now we have a rule at the club, if you don’t want to get fucked, cover your ass. We have two regulars that only top, and they each wear underwear with the front panel cut out so they can fuck ass but keep from taking cock. Since I occasionally bottom, I don’t wear protection, but at this point I was wishing I had. Jorge has three Hispanic boys that are his groupies, or minions as I call them. They gathered around us, and others drew closer to see what would happen, but stayed back just far enough that they were not in range should Jorge change his mind about who he was going to fuck. Jorge was taking it easy on me, forcing his cock up my ass, but not ramming it home, just working it in on the lube I had shot up there earlier, and thank God I had! It felt like I was being penetrated with a baseball bat. I was crying out, but trying not to, as I knew that just turns him on to fuck harder, so I was trying to hold it in. My arms were being held down by the minions, who were also working my nips, balls and cock, trying to get me turned on for this fuck; no way that was going to happen. Jorge had begun with his hands on my nips, and as he penetrated me moved his hands down to my hips to hold me still, and now he had both arms around me holding me tight against his body as he began to go deeper than any man had before. I wanted to scream with the pain, but I knew that would just turn him on, so I was taking deep breaths and trying to relax, something I tell my bottoms. But I was breathing fast and hard, and sweat was breaking out on my forehead. I knew what was coming and there was no way out of it I could think of. “You like this big fat cock, don’t you, Papi?” Jorge whispered in my ear, as he forced himself past my second sphincter. I couldn’t talk; I was just breathing hard, but I knew not to disagree with him, lest he really pound me, so I just nodded, but he could feel my body shaking with fear. He liked that, I could tell. I bet he was smiling that wicked smile he gets when he is about to rape a man. I had one man sucking my dick and balls, and my nips were getting twisted roughly when he gave a final push and got all the way into me. I felt like I was going to split open. He began to back out of me and I knew what was coming and tried to brace myself, but there is no way to prepare yourself for what I got. Fortunately his dick felt colder and went in smoothly; I realized one of the minions had been standing there with a bottle of J Lube and greased up his cock for the fuck. He rammed that thick cock up my ass all the way, lifting me up on my tiptoes, but he was holding me tight, bending me over slightly for a better angle. His men were holding me, so I couldn’t get away from it. Then the ramming began in earnest, each one harder and harder till I swear he lifted me off the floor, holding me up on his steel hard rod. Over and over he rammed it into me. The one thing I was thankful for was that he was uncut, and the tip of his cock was very sensitive, and I knew from watching him rape other men that he doesn’t have to ram that rod in very long before he blows his first big load. I lost count of how many times he pulled out of my abused asshole and rammed that huge meat all the way up and in, each time lifting me higher and higher with the force of it. Then I felt him getting even bigger inside me, thicker and hotter, and I prayed each stroke would be the last, when I finally felt him begin to spurt his load. He didn’t take it all the way out then, he just hugged me as tight as he could and humped that fuckpole into my ass as hard as he could over and over, yelling: “I’m coming in your ass, Papi, I’m breeding you man! Take my seed Papi!” The crowd was in awe, speechless, not urging him on, just saying Wow and Look at That! I was quivering and shaking and sweating, wishing it would be over. Suddenly he pulled all the way out. I didn’t see it, but I was told later that one of his minions tried to take his cock in his mouth to clean his cock off, but gagged on it and just licked it clean. Before I knew it, one of them was in my ass rooting around in his cum, fucking me as hard as he could, but after Jorge, I could hardly feel anything. When they released me I walked a few steps to the wall to brace myself on it as each of them got in my ass to fuck in his cum, each of them yammering in Spanish, I suppose about how hot it was to fuck in his cum. All I cared about was that it was over. Each of them would work my poor nips as they humped me, or pull on my limp dick. I just wanted them to go away, and eventually they followed Jorge off as he looked for his next victim. The crowd dispersed and my friend Carl came over to see if I was OK. I told him I was upright, and that was about all I could say at that point. My ass was fucked so wide open that his huge load of cum was dripping out and running down my legs. I told Carl I was going to shower the cum off and asked him to go with me, in case I needed support. I was surprised I could walk, but a little bowlegged, trying not to clench my ass because it hurt so much. I asked him if he saw blood and he said none was dripping out, which I was glad to hear. I appreciated that shower so much, the hot water and hard spray bringing me back to life as the cum rinsed off my legs and down the drain. I appreciate a load in my ass too much to try to shit it out, so I knew it would continue to leak out until my ass returned to normal. When I was dry, Carl & I went to our lockers and got out our cigarettes, wrapped towels around ourselves, and went out to smoke. It was cold out, but I didn’t care, I needed to smoke and the crisp air would help my ass draw up. While we were smoking Carl and I began to make out, as we both enjoy sharing smoke as we kiss, and the making out and him playing with my dick was bringing it back to life. I swear taking a load helps me to fuck again, like the fucker’s cum drains into my balls. He soon had me stiff, sucking on it, and I asked him if he was ready to be fucked. You don’t have to ask him twice, he was off to the sling and climbed in. I got on my knees, gently, as my ass still was tender, and I rimmed his hole, which was tasty with another man’s cum. “You already took a load, didn’t you?” I asked him when I came up for air, and he said yes. I love to fuck in another man’s cum, so I just spit on my dick and it slid in on a carpet of cum. There is no better lube than a load of cum to fuck in. I was in fuck heaven, a load in my ass, fucking in a load of cum, and I was slapping ass quickly. That drew the crowd around us, to urge me on. Some of the men were asking me “How can you fuck again after what you just went through?” I said I didn’t know, but I love to fuck and I fuck to breed ass. Since I’d already shot my first load, I was having trouble getting the second load off in that cum-lubed hole. My friend Blaine showed up then. He said, “I heard Jorge raped your ass.” I told him yes, that’s true, but right now I’m fucking ass and I need some help. As I continued to fuck Carl, I grabbed Blaine’s dick and began to jack it up hard. One of the guys watching bent down to suck it, but before he could put it in his own ass, I grabbed it and said “Blaine, stick your cock up MY ass!” Didn’t have to ask him twice, he moved around behind me and easily slid into my wide open ass. “You stand still Blaine,” I told him, “I’ll fuck Carl and you concentrate on aiming that stiff cock of yours right on my prostate.” And that is what we did. Blaine put his arms around me to hold me tight and keep his cock up my ass, and with me standing and fucking Carl in the sling, every time I came out of Carl, I backed up on Blaine’s cock in my hole, right on my prostate. I was the filling in a very hot fuck sandwich. I was fucking in cum and Blaine was fucking in cum, just standing still as I moved in and out of Carl and onto Blaine’s stiff cock. “God, this is hot,” Blaine said, “I’m not moving but I’m having a great fuck!” “You back up just a bit Blaine, so that when I come out I go hard against your cock,” I told him, and he moved back just enough to keep from falling out of my ass, but far enough so that he was really hitting me in just the right spot. That was what it took. Carl was hitting the poppers, getting a good sling fuck, and I had a man in my ass while I was fucking ass, each of us cum lubed and ready for more cum. One stroke hit my prostate in just the right spot, and Blaine had moved his hands up and was working my sore nips just right, and that flipped the switch. I was fucking hard now and SPEW! I didn’t have to tell Carl, he could feel it, cause he had put the poppers down and was working his own hard dick, and just as I began to spurt in his ass, he let a huge cum fountain spray all over his chest. His ass drew up real tight on my dick and sucked the cum right out of my balls. And I was evidently moving just right on Blaine, as suddenly I felt a very hot cock begin to spasm in my ass. I was so wide open that it just ran right out down my legs. “Jerry, I’m cumming in your ass!” Blaine shouted, but I knew that. I thought we were going to get applause from the crowd. They were all shouting at us, breed ass, fucker, plant that load, give it to him, pound his ass, etc. What a fuck! My cock quickly went flat and fell out, dragging cum that splattered on the floor. Blaine hugged me tight to fuck his final spurts in as deep as he could, but they still ran out around his shaft and down my legs. We were both just standing there in that wonderful fuck feeling, when a man got between me and Carl, sucking my dick clean and then eating the cum flowing out of Carl’s ass, and picking some up off the floor to eat. Another man got between me and Blaine to suck Blaine’s cock, and another man got in my ass to suck up cum, which was from two men, but I didn’t tell him that and I doubt he would have cared. He just wanted to eat cum. After they had cleaned asses and dicks, they licked up as much of Carl’s cum off his dick and body as they could. This time we didn’t bother with the shower, Carl, Blaine and I just went out to smoke. And there was no making out; we were too tired. But we sure did enjoy talking about what had just happened, what a great fuck it was for all of us, something we’d probably talk about for a long time. When we came back in we could hear a man hollering, so we knew Jorge was still fucking. There was a man getting fucked in the sling with an appreciative crowd around them, and men were on the pads fucking and couples were fucking standing up and doggie, side by side on the mats, etc. It was obviously one of the best and largest parties we had enjoyed in a long time. The three of us just watched for a time till Carl went off to find another dick, sucking every one he could find, trying to get another in his ass. Blaine went off to see if he could find another fuck, too. I just surveyed the crowd of men enjoying themselves for a while, and then I took another shower and rinsed the cum off. I came back to see that the room was still full of men enjoying themselves, but then I dressed and left. I had enjoyed myself and I had survived the surprise breeding rape by Jorge. That in itself was enough. Jerry Prince RawTopDad@aol.com 12/2/11
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Any studs in the OKC area or visiting the area Dec 30 - Jan 2nd. I'm looking to take all of the raw cock and seed deep in my hole! Hit me up on here...would love to meet up with a group of guys or a hot man!
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I had a date with a little twink of a fella whom I'd let suck my cock during afternoon break. He was 22, under 6', slender with a 29" waist, long blond hair and a dainty style of gold rim glasses. He looked almost like a titless woman. I myself was fifty, just over 6', well over 200 with a pot-gut and decent amount of body hair, balding with a full beard and the kind of glasses we men wore in the '60's. My hands were rough and calused with grease in the lines of their skin and under my nails from my mechanic job. It was the time of the year when they chapped and the skin split and were all but useless for jacking off. I had jacked off wearing rubber gloves which was satisfactory but I never found that kind of gloves again and the other brands were as bad as no gloves at all. Not all was lost because although I enjoyed jacking off I also enjoyed fucking ass and mouth especially using someone's holes for my pleasure. My normal 6" cut dick needed some action and the little fairy I had let suck my cock during break the week before needed and wanted some meat in his other cunt. We went to my place after work. After getting us some beers form the fridge I sat my ass on the sofa and had the fella sit at my feet. "Take off my shoes." I told him. He untied my steel-toed work oxfords and then knew to peel off my socks as the smells of my sweaty feet began filling the room. He reached into his pants to adjust his growing member while holding my sweat-wet sock to his face and inhaling. My ex wife had bitched about how bad my smelly feet stunk after sweating all day in my work shoes, especially in the summer but this little fetishist was getting turned on by it. He then lay my dirty socks across my shoes and took my foot in hand and began sucking my toes, licking the buildup of toejam from between them and working his way from toenails to ankles. By that time my dick was rock hard. I stood up and told him to suck it. He obeyed and fellated me for a few minutes. I then held his head and made love to his mouth the way we men fuck any other cunts, ejaculating in it after several minutes of work. He sucked my load out of my dick and swallowed it before I released his head. He sucked off of my dick but didnt kiss it. My dick felt great having used his mouth like any other cunt for my sexual pleasure. We went out to dinner at a pizza joint. I had a pizza and a half and two beers while he had half of one and one beer. We returned and watched a dirty movie before hitting the hay. "You want another blow?" he asked. "Not now, I'm saving it to fuck your ass later but I will take a good rimming." I replied as we stripped. Nude in bed I lay on my side, my back to him, and had him scrunch down to begin rimming my sweaty ass. I felt good with him under the covers burying his face in my sweaty crack and kissing, licking and sucking my hole. I wanted so much to dutch-oven him, my dick hardening at that thought. "I want you laying on your stomach or on your side with your back to me when I wake up in the middle of the night." I told him. He answered by shoving his tongue into my hole a couple of times. My dick hardened more as I drifted of to sleep. I awoke a couple of hours before the crack of dawn, my dick hard. I dipped my fingers into the jar of lube I had on the nightstand, spat on my hand and smeared the spit and lube mixture on my stiffy. He wasnt quite in position but I was able to get my dick to his ass. Once he felt it and woke up I reminded him to get into position. He rolled onto his stomach and spread his legs. I mounted him and shoved my dick back up his ass as he winced in the initial pain. He got used to my thrusts and settled in for the fucking. His ass was a good cunt, nice and tight around my dick as I lay on his back mindlessly piston-thrusting in him enjoying the good feeling of his snug twat around my dick and that I was using him for my pleasure. I lost track of time, not caring, just fucking him. The lube began to wear out so I could feel more friction. It wasnt bad, at least for my dick but I could sense the fairy was feeling a little sore. Of course I was enjoying making him sore. Every thrust of my dick both added to his pain and to my pleasure. I finally started working up a sweat and then breathing hard, varying my stroke and tempo as I finally got closer to cumming. I felt the fairy tighten up his twat around my dick. He had either cummed or the pain was worsening for him. I liked that it tightened up his hole for me as I fucked harder and faster. "You gonna cum soon?" he asked. "When my dick feels like cumming." I replied. I didnt care how he felt, just as long as my own dick felt good in him. I was the man whos purpose was to enjoy fucking and cumming in the cunt and he was the cunt whos purpose was to please us men and our dicks. He seemed to feel more pain and my dick seemed to be swelling although I wasnt yet reaching my urges yet. He started wincing with each thrust so I knew my dick was doing its job to wear his ass out. I fucked him harder, starting to pile-drive it up his sore hole. I then jack-hammered in him as he started to whine. I finally got my urges, pounded him and hilted myself as my rock hard love-pole exploded in an absolutely fantastic feeling orgasm as I pumped my pent-up load up his ass. Over half a dozen rapid-fire spurts of cum blsted out of my hilted dick into the asshole who seemed to be relieved that it was about to be over. I began thrusting again to pump the rest of my load up his ass as I grinned. I had once again conquered a new piece of ass as well as enjoyed asserting my manhood by fucking someone, both in his mouth and up his ass as well as him rimming my ass and giving my feet oral service to help get my dick hard. I rested again as he asked when I was going to withdraw to which I answered, "When I'm finished with you." I was a little surprised since most holes I fucked asked or even begged me to leave it in even after I'd pumped pain as well as cum up their asses. After a few more minutes I was done. I slammed a few more thrusts home to pump more pain up his ass and zark-off the last of my sperms into him, then I yanked out and dismounted. I looked down on the poof who looked like he didnt appreciate the free stud service I'd given him. I stood and waited for him to get up. He didnt. I was able to see the filth he's left on my meat in the dim light filtering in through the window. I held out my dick and leaned over to put it in his mouth. "C'mon, open up. You need to suck it clean." I told him with a hint of growl in my voice. He capitulated and I shoved my cock in his mouth. He began sucking it clean and making it feel good once more. I felt good using his mouth to clean my dick of what he'd left on it. He did what turned out to be a half-assed job but at least he had licked and sucked most of it off my dick and swallowed it. "I need to get ready for work so let's get dressed." I told him. I put on my shorts from the night before and he started getting up and groggily picking up his clothes and putting them on as I put my trousers on and then my T-shirt. I watched him finish getting dressed. He went to the john and pissed. I was glad he didnt try shitting out my cum as a few disrespectful assholes have done. He came out and finished getting dressed. I saw him to the door and said, "Have a nice day. Dont do anyone I wouldnt do." He went and I closed the door after him, locked it and went back upstairs to strip again and take a much deserved shower including washing my love-muscle truly clean and pissing in the drain while thinking of how good it would have felt to use the pansy's mouth for a urinal.
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Hi, I will be visiting Las Vegas, any advise on where to find good bareback action? Saunas, theaters, clubs? Will appreciate ur advise... Looking for piggy action too!
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When Bill pulled up in his truck, my stomach started to fill with butterflies. I was more than a little nervous, and felt jittery and awkward. I forced myself to be nonchalant as I picked up my backpack and walked to the passenger side of his pickup. It was a hot day, late summer, and he had the windows down. “Hey, Brian, ” he said. “You look great!” I was wearing a very loud Hawaiian shirt, red with pineapples, and a pair of blue swim trunks, and sandals. Through the window, I could see Bill was sporting a yellow Hawaiian shirt of his own, and black swim trunks. The shirt hugged his burly frame, and was open at the throat low enough to show the dark hair on his chest. The trunks stopped high on his thick thighs. “Thanks,” I said, opened the door, and slid in. “You, too.” “Next stop, luau,” he said, and we drove off while I put on my seat belt. Too late to change your mind, I thought, and felt my nerves both lessen and increase. “Looking forward to it?” Bill asked. “Yeah,” I said, and it felt true. I relaxed a little, and leaned back. “How far is it?” “Mac’s cabin is about two hours away,” Bill said, and reached out with one rough hand to tousle my hair. “Lots of time to play X-Rated 20 Questions.” I laughed. Thing is, I’d only met Bill once before. Earlier in the summer, when the city was having gay pride, I’d convinced my friend Justin to go to the Bear Brunch with me, and bought two tickets. I’m not a bear, just a big fan, but I’d never gone to any sort of bear event, and wanted backup. When I’d gotten there, and sat down at the tables reserved for the event, Bill had been three seats away, two empty seats between us, and he’d overheard me have a stilted conversation with Justin on my cell when the tables started to fill with big hairy guys, and I realized that Justin wasn’t going to show. “Stood up?” Bill had asked me, leaning over those two empty seats. I nodded, “Yeah.” Bill was hot. Stocky, with thick arms and a wide chest, a full dark brown beard and a deep voice, he’d definitely gotten me flustered. I’m about five ten, slim, and I have dimples. I look like the guy on the cover of a college pamphlet – about as non-bear as you can be, but stocky hairy studs were definitely what I was into. The pictures and DVDs I had of bears were always my preference when I was beating off. I imagined they’d been an insular group, and some of them were, but Bill surprised me by saying, “Dumb bear if he stood you up.” “Not a bear,” I said. “He’s just a friend.” He patted the seat beside him. I moved over, stomach flipping. We ordered breakfast an soon the tables were pretty much full. Bill asked my name, and introduced me to the rest of the bears at our table. A few barely glanced at me – not interested, I guess – but Bill spoke directly to me, as did a couple of his friends. They were all big guys, stocky with or without anything from a bit of a beer gut to a full belly, and all incredibly masculine. “So what brings you here?” Dave asked, one of Bill’s friends who had a goatee and a short crop of brown hair. “Uh,” I said, at a loss for words. “It seemed like fun.” Lame response, I know. “You got a thing for bears?” Dave pressed, grinning. I felt myself blush. “Maybe,” I said, and tried to look coy or something. Bill had tousled my hair. “Okay, this boy is adorable,” he said. “Who wants him?” My face went red hot. “I’ll take him,” Dave said, and he had a little growl in his voice that went straight to my cock. “Me first,” Mike said – he was sitting across from me, an older guy in his fifties maybe, with short grey hair, glasses, and a pretty bushy beard. “Hell no,” Dave said. “You think I want your sloppy seconds?” He snorted. “You’d get him dirty.” Mike leaned forward and smiled at me. “I bet you’d like that.” “Uh,” I said, and laughed. Bill wrapped one arm around me, and tugged me into his shoulder. “Back off, I saw him first.” I laughed louder, beyond embarrassed and more than a little bit horned up, and squirmed out of Bill’s near headlock. “Thanks,” I said, not really sure what to say. At the end of the meal, my cell rang. Justin and our friends were meeting for the parade. I said I’d be there shortly. When I hung up, Dave, Mike, and Bill were looking at me. “Thanks for the company,” I said. To be honest, I was a little let down that it was over. Bill picked up my phone. “How do I put in my number?” I blushed, but put in his number, then gave him mine, which he put into his own phone. That, I thought, would be it. They’d been polite, and flirty – hell, they were at least two decades older than me, if not three – and it was really flattering, but that’d be it. But Bill had indeed called a couple of weeks later. “Hey, Dimples,” he’d said. I’d recognized his name with a bit of shock when my phone rang, and answered it quickly. “If that’s what you’re going to call me,” I said, “I’m going to hang up.” “Fine,” he said. “I’ll think of something else. You free for the long weekend?” “Yes,” I said, hesitating. “You got a Hawaiian shirt and some swimming trunks?” “Uh,” I said. “I’ve got trunks…” “Buy a shirt, and I’ll pick you up Friday at five. Where do you live?” “Why do I need a Hawaiian shirt?” I was off balance. Had I agreed to go somewhere? For how long? “Luau party at a friend’s cabin. Definitely something you’d like.” “Oh,” I said, surprised. “So where do you live?” he asked. I gave him my address. It was only after he’d repeated it back to me and hung up that I realized he’d never actually asked me if I’d wanted to go – he’d just assumed. “Okay, you first, or me?” Bill said, after we’d been driving a bit. “Sorry?” I said, snapping out of the reverie. “X-Rated Twenty Questions,” he said. “You first, or me?” “Not sure I’ve played X-Rated Twenty Questions before.” “It’s just like 20 Questions,” he said, “But instead of Animal, Vegetable, Mineral, you start with Type, Act, or Toy. Like, type of guy that gets you going, type of stuff you like to do, and what toys you like to play with.” “Type, Act or Toy,” I repeated, and laughed a little nervously. “I’ll go first,” he said. He waited a minute, then said, “Okay, go.” “Is it a type?” I asked. “No,” he said. “That’s one.” “Is it an act?” I asked. “No,” he said. “Two.” “Toy then,” I said, already blushing. “Is it, uhh…” I pictured Bill in a leather harness. Oh baby. “Is it something you wear?” He took a moment. “You mean me wear?” “Yeah.” “No. That’s three.” I thought. “So it’s something the other guy would wear?” “Yes. Four.” “Is it leather?” I asked, feeling my face heat up. I’ve always been an easy blush. He turned and grinned at me. “No, but interesting question.” I had to look away. “Five,” he said. If it wasn’t leather… “Is it cloth?” “No. Six.” “Uh,” I pondered. What the heck else could you wear? I thought of my DVDs. “Rubber?” He grinned again. “Another interesting option from the oh-so-innocent boy with the dimples. But no. Seven.” I bit my lip, then had a brainstorm. “Is it metal?” “Yes,” he said. “Eight. Well done.” “Handcuffs?” I said, and even as I said it, I felt a little twist in my stomach. “Got it in nine,” he said. I laughed. “Your turn,” he said. I went blank for a second, then said, “Okay.” “Is it a toy or an act?” he asked. “Yes,” I said. “One.” “A toy?” he asked. “No,” I said. “Two.” “Damn,” he said. “I wanted to know more about the leather and rubber fetish you have.” I laughed, but it came off a little nervous. “Okay,” he said, “An act. Is this act something you are doing?” “Sorry?” I said. “Like sucking cock,” he said. “You suck. As opposed to being sucked.” “Oh,” I said, and amended my thought to be a bit more specific. “Uh, no. Three.” “Does it involve your dick?” he asked. “No,” I said. “Four.” I kept my eyes on the road ahead of us. “Does it involve your tight little ass?” he asked, with a playful note in his deep voice. I felt my throat hitch. “Yes. Five.” He laughed. “Is it getting your tight little ass fucked?” I aimed a smile at him. “No,” I said, smugly. “Six.” He paused only a second. “Is it having your tight little ass eaten?” I nodded. “Got it in seven.” He grinned, teeth white in his beard. “So far so good.” Bill went next, and chose type. It took me fifteen of my twenty questions to get to “Dimples” and my groan let him know what I thought of that. So I chose type and went with “Older Men” which he actually didn’t get after twenty questions. “Your turn again, then,” he said. “Since I didn’t get it. And you’ve gotta go with toy now.” “Oh really?” I said. “It’s the rules,” he shrugged. I smirked. I went with a leather harness – which took him only seven guesses – and he said “Damn. Didn’t pack mine.” “You have a leather harness?” I asked. He just smiled. His next choice was an act – I got it in three – getting a blow job. “Do I have to pick a particular one next?” I asked, being imperious. He just waved a hand. So I chose type again, and he got to “Hairy Chest” in ten guesses. I missed his next one, which was an act. It was something he liked to do to someone else, didn’t involve their dick, their ass, or their mouth, and didn’t involve putting anything inside them. I’d narrowed it down to being about the head, and then about the face, but I didn’t get it. My last guess, though, of “cumming on a guy’s face” made him tousle my hair again, and he’d said, “Naughty boy… but no.” He went again, picked type, and I got to “Naughty Boys” in eleven. By this point, I had a semi hard on, and was trying to play it cool. My turn – I picked act – and he guessed “being fingered” in ten guesses. “You really like having your ass played with, don’t you?” he said. I shrugged, blushed, and he laughed. He went with type again, and I got “Younger” in nine, which surprised him, but I still had my choice of “Older Men” in my head from earlier. Back to toy again, and I admitted “dildoes” in six guesses. His toy took me longer – twelve guesses – and was “paddles.” “Wow,” I said, vaguely. He grinned at me. “Tired of this game?” I shrugged. More like getting horny and a little embarrassed. “Maybe.” I was trying to hide my semi , too. “I’m just waiting for you to admit you like getting fucked,” he said. “Okay,” I laughed, my stomach wobbling. “My turn.” “Is it an act?” he said. “Yes.” “Is it getting your tight little boy ass fucked ragged?” “Got it in two,” I said, and felt my dick harden. We arrived at the cabin, at the end of a long winding driveway into the woods, about two hours later. It was definitely dressed up as a tacky luau. Tiki torches were lit, paper lanterns were hung all over the place in the trees, and there was Hawaiian music playing. Cars lined both sides of the dirt and gravel road. We got out, each of us lugging a bag – Bill had a duffel, I had my backpack – and we went inside. There were a lot more people there than I’d thought. There were about twenty men inside the main floor of the cabin, which was open-concept and had a great room with a brick fireplace that was in the centre of the room and rose up to meet the top floor, which seemed to be half the size of the main floor, with a stairwell against the left wall. The fireplace was lit, which was a poor choice. The place was very warm in the late summer evening, even with all the window screens open. The kitchen was opposite where we entered, with glass doors beyond that leading to a back yard where I could see a few more people. Everyone was dressed for the luau, in Hawaiian shirts and shorts – and I couldn’t help but notice most of them were like Bill – about a couple of decades (at least) older than me, and bearish. Everyone had a fake plastic lei on as well, mostly in patterns of red and white. “Bill!” someone called. Bill led me through the people to the kitchen. There, a man in his mid-forties or early fifties gave Bill a big hug, and then glanced at me. He was stocky, with a short beard that was blacker than his salt-and-pepper hair, and his Hawaiian shirt – green with palm trees – was undone. His chest was full of graying hairs, and a little slick with sweat. Around his neck, a purple and white plastic lei hung. “This is Brian?” the man said. Bill nodded, “This is Brian. Gotta get him leid, though.” I felt my face go crimson. “Aw, he’s blushing,” the man said. “I’m Mac. This is my place.” “It’s awesome,” I said. He ducked into the pantry and came out with a purple and white lei like the one he was wearing, and a bright green and white one. He gave Bill the purple, and I got the green. “Bartender is at the back,” Mac said, jerking a thumb over his shoulder to the glass doors. “And the hot tub is there.” I couldn’t imagine getting into a hot tub – I was already sweating a little in the heat. “Can we put our bags somewhere?” Bill asked. “Oh shit, yeah…” Mac said. “Pick one of the bedrooms.” I blinked, but Bill clapped my shoulder and we ducked under a rope at the bottom of the stairs decorated with plastic flowers. We passed the first two doors – Bill pointed at the second and said, “Bathroom” – and then passed one more, finally taking the fourth door. Inside was a large bed, a chest of drawers, and chair. Bill tossed his bag on the chair, and I put mine on the bed. “So we’re staying the night?” I said, trying to be casual. He laughed. “You said you were free for the weekend.” I nodded. “I did.” “Come on,” he said. “I’m boiling. Let’s grab a drink.” In the back, three guys were actually in the hot-tub, which blew my mind, and one of them was about my age, maybe a little older, though he had a beard and a fuzzier chest than me by far. He was wearing a green lei as well, and I turned to Bill. I asked, “Why did I get a green lei?” “Noticed that?” Bill smiled. “Mac does it every year. Purple are for overnight guests, so they can have drinks, Red aren’t staying, so they get punch after it goes dark. And green are for first time guests.” “Ah,” I said. We went to the bar, where one of the burliest bears I’ve ever seen was there, a thick chested guy with a shaved head and blond hair all over his chest and belly, which was hanging a little over his shorts. He didn’t have the Hawaiian shirt, but he was wearing the purple colored lei. He nodded as Bill and I approached, and winked at me. “Hey Bill,” he said. “And a newbie!” “This is Brian, ” Bill said. “Brian, this is Randy.” Randy held out a hand, and I shook. “Drinks?” he asked. “Please,” Bill said. “Long drive, and it’s fucking hot.” Randy opened the bar fridge and pulled out two mixes – I assumed they were margaritas or daiquiris – one was a bright green, the other a bright purple. I laughed at the continuing color theme as he handed me mine, which he poured into a green plastic tumbler, and topped with a slice of pineapple and a paper umbrella. “Nice,” I said. But I sucked on the straw. It was blessedly cold and sweet, and tasted strongly of lime. Bill took a long sip of his as well. "Careful,” he said. “Randy makes them strong.” Randy shrugged, “It’s a party.” Bill took me around, and introduced me to more bear types than I’d ever met before, we settled on one of the sofas, and between the heat of the fireplace and the heat of the day, I soon got over my shyness and undid a few buttons of my Hawaiian shirt. Half the guests had undone theirs completely or shucked them entirely by the time the sun had gone down, and I’d gone back to Randy once for a refill, and then Bill had gone once more and taken my plastic tumbler with him. Bill wasn’t kidding, Randy made a strong drink – I was definitely starting to feel it. I’d spotted five more purple leis, not including Randy, Mac, and Bill, but hadn’t spotted another green. It seemed like me and the cub in the tub were the two newbies. On a couch, wedged between Bill and a guy named Geoff (a dark haired bear, no beard, red lei) who had been chatting with me for a bit, Geoff leaned over and asked me how I’d met Bill. “He came to a bear brunch,” Bill said, and wrapped one arm around behind me. His arm was hot and sweaty against my neck, but it sent a tremor through me. I was definitely feeling the effects of Randy ’s drinks – I was working on my fourth, but wasn’t sure I was going to finish it. “You’re a chaser?” Geoff asked. “He’s a chaser,” Bill said, and then tugged me into his chest. I laughed, and then Bill gave my ass a hard smack with his hand. I yelped, and Bill let me go. I could feel my face burning again. “Cute,” Geoff said, and winked at me. “Not just that,” Bill said. “He’s into dildoes, and getting fingered, and likes having his ass eaten and leather harnesses…” “Bill!” I said, trying to cover his mouth. He laughed at my attempts, and Geoff was laughing too. Bill put his bearded lips to my ears and whispered, “and having his tight little boy ass fucked ragged.” My dick – already unbelievably twitchy for being surrounded by all the bearish hunks – thickened in my shorts. I squirmed out of his grasp, and shifted on the couch a little between them to let the tails of my shirt cover my lap a little. “Damn!” Geoff said, “I gotta go to those brunches.” We all laughed. “Last round?” Randy yelled, stepping into the room, carrying the four pitchers, two in each hand. A few glasses were raised, and Bill tugged mine – still half full – from my hand and Randy topped it up with the green slushy. It seemed to be the cue for a lot of the red leis, and one by one, they started to leave, including Geoff, who leaned into me and gave me a kiss goodbye that involved a lot of tongue, some hooting from Bill and the other guys watching, and didn’t help my growing hard on at all. As more of the people slowly filed out, the cub from the tub came in with the two bears who’d been in there with him. They were all red-skinned, and had towels wrapped around their waists. Randy topped up their drinks, and then went to the kitchen and poured the dregs down the sink, joining me and Bill on the couch. Randy slapped a hand on my thigh and said, “Come on. They finally vacated the tub.” “Oh yeah,” I said, laughing. “Just what I need, to warm up.” Bill laughed, but shoved my shoulder. “It’s cooler outside.” Reluctantly, and trying not to let my hard-on show – a bit easier since there weren’t lights on inside, just the fireplace – I got up, and went with Bill and Randy to the back yard. Mac was there, saying goodbye to two guests, and he nodded as we went past. The hot tub was square, and designed to fit four. I put my mostly full drink beside the tub, and I stepped in quickly. Although it was hot, the bubbling water felt awesome on my skin. Once I sank in a little, and it covered my waist, I sat down in the far corner, and then undid my shirt and chucked it outside the tub. I kept the lei on. Bill settled in beside me, leaving his shirt behind, and Randy sat across from me. “Having fun?” Randy asked me. He had cool blue eyes, and was smiling. “This feels awesome,” I said, and leaned back. “I think I’m drunk.” Bill laughed. “Just a little. Maybe now you’ll tell me the one I missed?” “What?” Randy said. “Twenty questions,” Bill said. “We played it on the drive up.” “X-Rated twenty questions,” I corrected. “And I missed one, too.” “What’s X-rated twenty questions?” Randy asked. “It’s like twenty questions,” Bill said, “But instead of Animal, Vegetable, Mineral, it’s Act, Type or Toy.” Randy laughed. “Nice.” “Passes the time,” Bill said. “But I missed one. What was it?” He leaned in and tickled me under the water. I thrashed a little, laughing, and sat up straighter. “It was a type,” I said, and my head was spinning. Bill seemed to be holding his drinks better. “It wasn’t about hair, or body size, or shape, or cock size-“ Randy laughed “-or a bunch of other stuff I don’t remember.” “Older Men,” I said, grinning. My head was spinning a little. “Ahh,” he said. “How old are you?” Randy asked me. “Twenty,” I said, smiling. Randy grinned at me. “Good.” “Wow, it’s hot,” I said, but didn’t move. It felt awesome in here, and besides that, my slight hard on had elevated itself to full on. “Okay,” Randy said. “I got one.” I blinked, but Bill said, “Is it a toy or a type?” and I clued in. Randy said, “No.” “That’s one,” I said, and grinned at Bill. I was having a great time. “You guess,” Bill said. “Um,” I said. “An act. Is it something you do, or something that’s done to you?” “That’s not yes-no,” Bill said. Randy shrugged. “It’s neither , or it’s both, maybe, I guess.” I blinked. Bill said, “Is it done in the bedroom?” “No.” Randy said. “Three,” I said. “Um… does it involve touching?” “Not in and of itself,” Randy said. “Four,” I said. “Jerking off?” Bill said. “No,” Randy said, and then added, “Five.” Mac came out onto the patio while we were thinking, and stepped into the hot-tub. “Everyone who’s going is gone.” He’d shucked his shirt, and was soon sitting beside me in the water, which darkened his salt and pepper chest hair, and revealed a lot more hair on his shoulders and arms. I shifted in my seat, hyper-aware of my hard-on. “Watching porn?” Bill said. “What?” Mac asked. “No,” said Randy. “Six.” “We’re playing twenty questions,” Bill said. “Randy is thinking of an act he enjoys that doesn’t involve touching and is something you do together, sort of, but not in the bedroom.” Mac looked at me. I laughed. “X-rated twenty questions,” I said. Mac looked at Randy. “Is it done naked?” Randy splashed water at Mac. “Yes. Cheater.” Mac wiped his face. “He wants you to take your shorts off,” he said. “Naked hot-tubbing is the best,” Randy said. “Ahh,” Bill said. Then, with a grin, started shifting about in the water. After a few long moments where he was leaning forward, he raised his shorts out of the water and dropped them over the side. Randy cheered, and Mac laughed. “Damn straight,” Randy said, and did the same. Mac shook his head, but stood in the centre of the tub long enough to take his off as well, and through the bubbling water I could see the dark patch of his pubic hair, but not much else. When they all looked at me, I felt a reckless laugh escape, and I tugged my shorts off as well – my cock, freed from the fabric, felt fantastic in the hot bubbling water. There was no way I was getting out until I’d managed to calm down. “Having a good time?” Mac asked me. I nodded. “So hot, but it feels great.” “Here,” Bill said, and handed me my drink. I took a big gulp. It was pretty much melted, but it was still cold. He drank some of his as well, and we all leaned back a little. My cock was positively throbbing. “So what were the ones you guessed?” Randy asked. I groaned. “Don’t…” Bill laughed. “Well, let’s see…” “Bill,” I said. “Come on…” Bill grinned. “Brian likes having his ass eaten, fingered… dildoes… he’s pretty much all about his ass, actually…” I groaned, and slid under the water, eyes closed, while the three laughed and Bill kept on talking. When I came back up again – the water feeling cool on my face in the night air, they were still laughing, and Bill said, “…for sure.” I shook my head, and let the water fly, but it made me majorly dizzy. “Woah,” I said. “Someone’s drunk,” Mac said. “If you go under again,” Bill said, “You should aim more to the left. You missed my dick last time.” “Or right,” Mac said, and winked at me. I shifted, flushing. Bill leaned over to me, and said, “C’mere.” I leaned towards him, and he kissed me, his rough beard tickling against my chin. Then, with a swoosh of water, he’d grabbed my shoulders and shoved me under the water. I managed to grab a breath before I went under, and came up again pretty quickly, but had slid off my seat and was pretty much kneeling in the middle of the tub. Bill’s legs were on either side of me, and Mac and Randy ’s feet brushed me as they laughed. I spat some water at Bill, and he grinned. “C’mere,” he said again. “Fool me once,” I said, but after a second, I moved towards him, leaning forward. He leaned forward, and gave me another kiss, this time holding the back of my head with one hand. It was a longer kiss, and his tongue went deep in my mouth, exploring. My cock throbbed under the water. Mac’s toes brushed up against my ass. I kind of yelped into Bill’s mouth, and Bill pulled back, eyebrows up. Mac laughed. I settled back into my seat awkwardly, and took another big gulp of the melted drink to get the chlorine taste out of my mouth. “So, Mac,” Bill said, and as he spoke, his hand, out of sight under the water, moved to my thigh. I tensed. “We know what Randy likes –“ “We know one of the things Randy likes,” Randy said. “- how about you? Twenty questions?” Bill’s hand had moved up, and he brushed his pinky finger against my hard on. He glanced at me, and winked. I shivered. His hand moved away. “I gotta think of something I like?” Mac said. Bill nodded. “Okay,” Mac said. “Is it an act, type, or toy?” Bill asked. “Act,” Mac said. “Naked hot-tubbing,” Randy said. Mac smirked. “Partly.” “Naked hot-tubbing with me?” Bill said. Mac laughed. “Not knocking it, but no. Close.” “Being in the hot-tub with Brian, ” Randy said. Mac smiled, “That’s part of it.” I blushed. “Just part?” I couldn’t believe I said it. “Wouldn’t mind a kiss,” Mac said. “Since you’re givin’ em out.” I laughed, but Bill and Randy started to cajole, saying, “Come on, give him a kiss,” and the like, so I slid back down to my knees in the middle of the tub and leaned in toward Mac. He leaned forward and gave me a long, deep kiss. His hands gripped the back of my head, and he kissed me for quite a while, his short beard rough against my lips. My head swam with it, and I only barely heard Randy and Bill whistling. Mac pulled back, but kept his hands firmly on the back of my head. “Nice,” he said. Randy shifted in his seat. “My turn.” He raised his hands over his chest, and made a “come here” gesture, leaning back against his corner of the tub. I laughed, and leaned in a bit, but he was leaning all the way back against his seat. I tried to lean forward further, but couldn’t quite reach, and I didn’t want to get out from the middle of the tub because of my hard on. Bill laughed, slid into the water behind me, and shoved me up onto Randy ’s chest. My hard on pressed against Randy’s thigh, and Randy kissed me quick, grabbing my ass with both hands, then said, “Someone’s happy.” I blushed, and slid back into the water, embarrassed, and turned on all at once. “Hrm,” Bill said, wrapping his arms around me in the water. I could feel his own hard cock against my back. “Maybe time for bed now?” I kind of stammered a bit, and Randy and Mac laughed. Bill got out of the tub, and I couldn’t help myself – I turned and looked at his cock, which was thick, and semi-hard, and surrounded by dark wet pubic hair that spread up onto his stomach. He wrapped a towel around his waist, and then held up one for me. I got out – Mac slapped my ass as I went – and wrapped a towel around myself. The tent in the towel was obvious, and Mac and Randy were laughing as Bill walked me through the glass doors. We walked quickly to the stairs, but I managed to see that three of the other purple lei’s were sitting on one couch, while the cubby guy was on another couch with two more – and he was making out with one of them, his hand in the guy’s shorts. My head was spinning, and Mac had to pretty much march me up the stairs. I was dizzy, and chuckling to myself, and my dick was furiously hard. We walked past the all the doors until we got to our room. Bill left the door open, and then with one shove, he pushed me onto the bed, face first. He turned on the lights, which surprised me, and while I blinked, and rolled over, he fiddled with something in the chest of drawers. When he came back to the bed, he’d dropped his towel, and I got a good look at him, outlined against the open doorway. Still wet, his chest and legs and stomach was covered in dark hair, and his beard was a bit tangled. His dick was half-hard, rising up from his thighs, and he smiled at me while I looked up at him. “You look very fuckable right now,” he said. I shifted on the bed, tugging the towel away. I was absolutely fuckable. I was so horned up I’d beg for it. He said, “Now, what was the first thing? Oh yeah. Roll over.” I rolled over. And in a second he’d crawled onto the bed and buried his tongue in my ass. I squirmed, and shoved my ass up to meet his rough beard, and let out a loud gasp. My hands slid down between my legs, and I gripped my cock. “Nuh-uh,” he said, and stopped licking my hole. He grabbed my hands, and took them from my cock, pressing me down onto the bed. He whispered into my ear, “No touching.” I moaned. He rolled half off me, and reached for his bag on the chair. I heard him unzipping it, and then there was a metallic clinking sound. I looked over. He had my hands handcuffed to the headboard before I could really process, and I felt myself nearly humping the bed in response. When he scooted between my thighs and tugged my ass into the air and started eating my hole again, I was frantic to find some way to rub my cock against something, but he just kept licking and sucking on my hole while I groaned and moaned and made little gasping noises. Soon he had a fingertip up against my ass, and was teasing me with it, sliding just the tip in and out. I pushed back against him, his saliva slick on his finger. I’d never played without lube before, and was stunned at how electric my whole body seemed to be. My cock had never been this hard, this long… “You want me to fuck you now, boy?” he said. “Yesssss…” it came out in a hiss. “Nuh-uh,” he said, close to my ear. “Louder than that, boy. You ask me to fuck you, you do it loud.” “Fuck me,” I said, very loud, almost shouting. “Fuck me… please…” My head was wild with it. He laughed, and then he tugged at my shoulders until I was gripping the headboard with both hands, on my knees for him, almost on all fours. He leaned past me to his bag, and rummaged. I felt the hot tip of his cock against my ass, and then a cool shock of lube being poured liberally along my ass crack. I was bucking back against him. He chuckled, and with a pretty mean thrust, he shoved his cock into me. I yelled, one long “fuck!” as he shoved inside, and he grunted. I felt my knees shake, and almost went down onto my belly, but he gripped my thighs and held me in place. White light flashed in front of my eyes, but behind it all, this insane horniness that hadn’t let up in hours was there, and my cock didn’t even deflate a bit. Bill pulled back slowly, letting me feel the length of him, and then pushed back in again. I let out a guttural moan. He laughed. “You like that, boy?” “Yessss…” I hissed again. He slapped my ass. “Yes!” I half-yelled. He pulled back, and then pushed back in, a few more times, faster each time, and then he was fucking me all out, thrusting in hard, rough jabs that were making it hard to breathe. I gripped the headboard tightly, and pushed back against him, grunting and sweating. My head was swimming, and I felt so desperate to have him keep fucking me I was surprising myself. “Fuck me, fuck me fuck meee!” I was yelling. After a time, he said, “Yeah, here it comes, boy,” and I felt his cock throb inside me and hot surges of his cum filled my ass. He shoved in hard while he came, and I felt his cock twitch twice more, as two more bursts of cum filled me, the hot liquid slick on my insides, almost soothing after his rough entry. “Fuck,” he said, and pulled out. I felt his cum slick down my thigh. “Damn nice, boy.” I leaned my cheek against the headboard, breathing. Bill touched my dick, still rock hard, and I moaned. “You want to cum, boy?” “Yes!” I said, and rattled the handcuffs a little. He leaned over me, his sticky cock against the small of my back, “I dunno.” “Please!” I gasped, and pushed back against him. His finger teased my ass again, and I whimpered. “Doesn’t seem fair to Mac or Randy, does it?” “What?” I said, brain foggy with the need to cum. “Nope, sure doesn’t.” Mac’s voice was startling. I turned my face as far as I could, and saw Mac and Randy standing at the doorway, no sign of towels, dicks hard in front of them. I gasped. They’d watched? “What?” I repeated, but my eyes went to their dicks. My mouth actually watered, and my ass twitched. Mac had a very hot daddy thing going for him, and Randy had one of the wickedest curved dicks I’d ever seen, and... What was I thinking? Bill dipped his finger further into my ass. “You want to cum?” I whined. “Yes, I do…” More than I’d ever needed to cum in my life. “Well then,” Bill said, and slid off the bed. I turned my face to the wall, stunned, and the bed shifted as someone else got onto it. “Nice,” Randy said. So it was Randy on the bed. His finger pushed at my ass, and despite my confused state, I groaned and pushed back against him. Randy fucked me, using Bill’s cum and the remnants of the lube that were slick in my ass, and I pushed back and begged him to do it. His belly slapped against my ass with every thrust, and I often crashed into the headboard. His curved dick was wicked inside me, and I was gasping and yelping, and he slapped my ass on every third thrust or so. He came soon after, and I yelled as he came. I wanted to come so fucking badly. After Randy fucked me, Mac took his turn, and I was nearly crying with the heat that was filling my balls, desperate for release. Vaguely, I could hear fucking noises from another room, and I wondered if the cubby type was being treated the same way. Mac rode me rough, his hands biting into my waist, and I begged him to fuck me. “You like that, you little slut?” Mac asked. “Yes!” I said. “You want my load, slut?” he asked. “Yes!” I would have said anything, done anything. I’d never felt like this before. When he blasted his load in, which mostly spilled out around his dick, I collapsed against the bed. Bill undid my handcuffs, but grabbed my hands before I could reach my cock. “You want to cum?” he asked me. “Yes!” I yelled. “Please!” He laughed, and kissed me, rough. I rolled onto my back, squirming, and he kept kissing me, his tongue inside my mouth. Someone grabbed my legs – I assumed Randy or Mac – and a hard dick was once again pushing at my ass. When Bill pulled away from the kiss, I saw it wasn’t Randy, or Mac, it was one of the other purple lei guests, a balding bear with very hairy shoulders and chest, and then he was fucking me, and Bill let go of my wrists, and I jerked myself off furiously while the bear – whose name I didn’t know – added one more load of cum to my ass. I felt my dick explode in my hands, and cum spattered against my chest and stomach. I threw my head back with the most intense release I’d ever had, and then, to my amazement, found I was staying hard. The bear rolled off me, and said, “Nice ass.” I was stunned, incredibly turned on, and yet embarrassed and confused as well. “What..?” I said, but had no way to finish the sentence. Bill kissed me again. “Good boy,” he said, and reached between my legs, cupping my balls. I moaned. “Want me to cum on your face, boy?” he asked. I found myself nodding. By the time the night ended, all eight of the guys in the purple lei had had their dicks in one end of me or the other – or both - and the same had happened to the cubby guy. I woke up in bed with Bill and the hairy shouldered bear. At the end of the night, which had only really been a couple of hours earlier, Bill and the other bear had gotten me into the shower, and then I’d sort of remembered coming to the bed. I’d gotten up twice to piss – they’d also had me drink a few large glasses of water, but beyond that, I had only a foggy recollection of the rest of the night. Bill was awake when I opened my eyes. “Uh,” I said. I was pressed between the two bears. “Did you have fun?” he asked, smiling, in a rumbly voice. “Yeah,” I said. I’d been fucked by eight bears and hornier than I’d ever been in my life. I’d swallowed loads, begged for them to cum on me, and had had a hard on that took four jerking off sessions to finally deflate. “That green stuff is pretty good, eh?” I shifted beside him, trying not to wake the other bear. “You guys drugged me?” My head was mostly clear now, but I was having trouble processing it. I wasn’t particularly hung over, maybe a bit. Mostly I was surprised I wasn’t actually angry. I’d enjoyed every fucking moment of it – pardon the pun – and it was like living a fantasy I’d not known I’d had. Bill kissed me, one of his possessive, hard, kisses. I kissed him back, ran my hands through the hair on his chest. “Morning wood,” Bill said, taking my hand and sliding it down to his dick, which was very hard. “My ass is a bit sore,” I said, but gripped his cock in one hand. Bill reached up and took my head, and started pushing me under the covers. I laughed, and went under, putting his dick in my mouth. The other bear woke up when I squirmed around, and Bill said, “Good morning, Jack.” “Looks like it,” Jack – his name was Jack, I thought to myself - said, voice muffled on the other side of the sheets. He moved, and I felt his own dick, semi-hard, against my shoulders. I shifted and sucked him for a bit. “Fuck, yeah…” Jack said. “Good morning.” I took my time with them, sucking one, then the other, for a good fifteen minutes. Jack had an uncut cock, which I liked, and I swirled my tongue around his dickhead. Bill’s dick was bigger, and thicker, and I tried to get it all in my mouth. I was sucking Jack when his hands reached under the covers, grabbed my hair, and held me in place while he spurted his morning load into my mouth. I didn’t manage to swallow all of it, and some of it ended up on my face and in his crotch. He let go, and got out of the bed – “Gotta take a shower,” he said – and I went back to Bill’s dick with my cummy mouth. Bill tugged me back up out from under the covers and we shared a cummy kiss. “Damn, boy,” he said, “You sure your ass is too sore?” His hands gripped my ass, index finger teasing my hole. I groaned against his chest, biting my lip. My hole felt sore and itchy, but the kind of itch that a scratch wouldn’t really help – it’d just make it more itchy. “Pretty sure,” I said. His finger teased a little longer, but he let go. “Damn,” he said. “How about breakfast, then?” I blushed. “Uh. Okay.” “What?” he said, voice teasing. “You don’t like breakfast?” “No,” I said. “Just… everyone…” I blushed. It was hard to explain. “Uh. I’m a little embarrassed.” “Says the guy who just sucked two cocks.” He laughed, and gave my ass a slap. “Everyone already fucked you, boy. Don’t worry – they’ll be hungry, too. Now wipe your face off and put on some shorts, or you’ll end up getting fucked on the breakfast table before you can eat.” I blushed, but we got up. I wiped my face quickly on a towel, then rooted through my backpack, and found clean underwear and shorts, and tugged a t-shirt over my head. When I looked over, Bill was wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a black t-shirt that had white letters on it that spelled “Daddy.” He gestured to the door, and I stepped out in front of him. I’d be here the whole day, I realized, and headed for the stairs. I was starving.
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I was short, fat forty and balding with old-fashioned horn rimmed glasses. I had been to the doctor for my yearly company physical in 1990 when I got the news a week later that I tested poz. I nearly passed out. Fortunately the doctor had called me in, as he did others diagnosed with this relativly new disease, instead of telling me over the phone or by letter. "How could I have caught it? I wasn't getting fucked, nor was I doing drugs or getting a blood transfusion" I told the doctor. "There are many more ways to catch the bug" he said, then went on to list other ways it could be passed. He reached across his desk and took my hands in his. He then said he had been infected a year before, by a needle prick. He told me about the new drug cocktails and how he was doing good so far. He then gave my thumbs a reassuring rub with his. I was somewhat comforted as his clipped to the quick thumbs caressed my nail-bitten ones. I was going to give my nails their weekly biting that day when the phone rang, but once I got the call to come in I knew something was wrong after having heard from other employees who had been through the same procedure. I also didn't shave. I simply took a shower, got dressed and went to his office. I asked him about my further sex life and life in general. He told me the dangers of sharing personal hygeine items like toothbrushes, razors, etc. and that even spit and urine can harbor the virus. He then told me about a pool service man who'd caught it, then related a crude joke about "chlorinating the gene pool" which meant being selective about who you bareback-fucked without protection. He then told me that some condoms cause extra wear and tear on the asshole and that it took longer to get off. I asked him about that and he said that on the average an uncut man needed to fuck as long and hard with a condom as a cut man without one. I was cut, like the majority of men these days. I then thought about my decades-old shit-list and then thought of how many on it may have already been infected by now, given that even years later some of the assholes were of low morals. Just then his effeminate male nurse, the one we had all nicknamed Brucie, swished in, handed a chart to the doctor and left. The doctor thanked him and then told me the nurse had caught the bug before he did and that he had been fucking that pansy for several years. After he was diagnosed he stopped using a condom when he fucked him. He then said I was welcome to fuck him as well. I had wanted to score the poof and add him/her to my conquests when I first saw him/her and decided to take my doctor up on his offer. Not only did the fairy love cocks but had been raped twice. The doctor let me fuck Bruce with and without a condom. The queen's ass was a good cunt and I did take longer to cum with the condom on. I fucked the queen sans condom for my second load an hour later and indeed get off in less time with less effort. A month after getting over that initial HIV flu I happened to meet some asshole I hadn't seen since junior high school. He turned out to be bisexual and he didn't remember me. I gave him a phony name and after I told him I was strictly a top, we made a date. Two days later saw us in a cheap hourly motel room. The fun started with us hugging and french kissing, then we stripped, and kissed again. He knelt and sucked my dick to hardness. My primary goal was to have fun infecting his ass as well as make my dick and myself feel good through my deadly orgasm and to add him to my conquests. His mouth was a good cunt as he sucked me hard. I then told him I needed to fuck his ass for my first nut. He kissed my dick and then lay on his stomach while I greased up using a minimal amount, just enough to facilitate entry and to fuck. I wanted to wear out his ass without wearing out my dick. I spat on his asshole, mounted him and put my dick to his hole. I shoved it right up it to the hilt. He flinched and whined for me to take it easy. I ignored it and fucked him. His ass was a decent cunt. I could feel the resistance so I knew I was abrading his hole. I varied my stroke and speed both to further stimulate my prick as well as keep him uncomfortable so he had less chance to preserve his hole by adjusting to my stroke and speed. I fucked as long as I could, but knowing what I was doing to that asshole's twat turned me on. I was breathing hard as I built-up to my orgasm, fucked him faster and then let my hips take-on a mind of their own as the punk whined and bitched about the pain I was enjoying pounding his ass. I gripped his upper arms tighter as I forced his legs apart wider as I pounded his ass good. I then stiffened and hilted myself as I pumped my AIDS up his ass. This was one of my best feeling cums, my penis pulsing with pleasure as I pumped pain, cum and aids into the asshole. I pulled almost out and slammed it home with a snap of my hips to pump more up him. A few more such thrusts and I rested on and in him catching my breath, my dick still feeling great. I ended up nutting in a quick ten minutes. I moved my hips in and out a bit enjoying the friction as my spent dick still felt good in his ass. I grinned knowing my sperms were carrying a deadly load of HIV and AIDS into his rectal walls and into his bloodstream. My dick seemed to start to reharden a bit to that thought. I thrust a few more times, yanked out and got up. The punk seemed relieved that I finally pulled out of him and stopped hurting him with my mighty weapon. "Man that was a great fuck. I cant remember when my dick last felt that good" I said. The punk didn't really reply, seeming more interested in himself than in having fulfilled his obligation to provide me my sexual enjoyment of using him the way he used his wife. I got out the rim chair that had been stashed in the closet and told him I needed a rimjob. He refused so I told him I'd settle for a blowjob after I reloaded. He agreed and I put the rimchair away. I lay on my back on the bed. I was a bit pissed but then again there were a few good ass-kissers willing to rim my sweaty fat ass. We shot the shit for almost an hour and he told me about his sex with men. He started out getting sucked off and then fucking some fairy. He then wanted to try being the bottom so he hooked up with a short man with a small dick who broke his ass in as well as let him suck it. He said the man then made him drink his piss and rim him. He could do both but disliked it. His sex over the intervening two decades was mostly oral and mostly with him as the top, but he was willing to service any non-effeminate top who wanted a piece of him. He told me that he was careful enough to prevent his wife from finding out he was queer for us men. I asked him if his kids knew. It turned out his oldest son did and his daughter who was a year younger had her suspicions. The college they attended had a gay club which his son had gone to before graduating. His younger son seemed clueless or didn't care, being that he was carrying a heavy class load at the college. His two other kids lived with their aunt. I asked him if his kids weould ever try gay sex. He said his oldest son had taken part in a gangbang in the college gym showers and that the other boy living with him may someday want to suck a cock. I wasn't interested in sex with them since I didnt know whether or not they were decent people. The idea of his eighteen and a half year old younger son sucking my dick did appeal to me. One of my college buddys was a great human being but his father was a drunken scumbag who raped his wife. After I reloaded he straddled my thick thighs on all fours and began blowing my cock which also cleaned it off from the shit, cum and lube he'd left on it when I pulled it out of his ass. I was able to stifle a fart until after he finished swallowing my load. It felt really good laying back while he sucked my dirty cock and swallowed my second load of deadly spunk. If he had any cuts in his mouth or bad gums my poison had a second route into his system adding to my chances of infecting him. I held his head to my ripe crotch, his nose buried in my sweaty pubes, and farted. He had little choice but to have to inhale my nasty ass gas as I thrust in his mouth. He fought until I released his head. He yanked his head away and got up. I had wanted to fart in his mouth while he rimmed me to further put him in his place but at least I was able to get it into his face this way. He was on the rag and failed to appreciate the good fuck I'd put to his sore ass and how I further proved I'm more a man than he ever was or would be by also using his mouth for more pleasure. I wanted to piss in his mouth but I didn't press my luck. I could do that later if I happened to score another piece of him. I simply got dressed and told him he was a good piece of cunt. He was insulted but since I'm bigger, heavier, stronger as well as more a man than him in other ways, he didn't want to risk a fight he knew he'd lose. I didn't see him for months but when I did he said he was trying to shake a nasty bug he had. I didn't suggest he get tested. I didn't get the chance to score that time, but I had done my job - unless someone else beat me to it.
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I just noticed this post on Sage Daniels Facebook page: Well from all the responses that i got from my question about if i should quit porn or not ?i made my decesion that I'm not going to be making any more movies. i want to thank all of you that have watched me in action and when i was at an event that came up to chat with me. i will keep this up and running so i can still talk to all of you out there. now its on to the next chapter of my life i hope its as fun as the one i just had!!!! Like · · 4 October at 02:31 ·
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Since I've been on this site, I've been having more bareback sex, (big surprise lol). Up until a few months ago, I had only taken 3 guys I knew very well raw. Now the number is up to 8. I'm not actively seeking the bug. I'd rather stay negative as long as possible but understand that sooner or later either someone will lie to me or not know they're positive. How often and how should I get tested. Are the mail order tests like they have at the drug stores reliable? I live in a very small town, hell most of the doctors here come in my shop. lol So discretion is as important as getting accurate test.
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Dad's Boy I didn't mean to do it. I just couldn't help myself. There are times I get overcome by my own lust, and I just get carried away. I was turned on when we finally met, he was my ideal of a "son" to my "dad". Though a little older than what you might conceive of as my son, he was nonetheless my ideal of what I want in a boy. And add to that the fact that he was in total leather, matching my outfit, it was just a match. We had chatted so much about this first meeting. We each knew what turned the other on. He liked my cigars and I liked his boyish good looks and attitude. And when we met and then kissed, it was that sort of 'dream come true' event. That first kiss seemed to last forever. Not only were our tongues exploring each other's mouths, our hands were exploring each other's bodies. And shortly he had my stiff, drippin cock out of my jeans, and fell to his knees to give me one of those blowjobs you dream about. I was still smokin my cigar, and the smoke was about to fill the motel room, I was smokin so hard while he hit all the hot spots. When he rose up and kissed me again, tastin my cigarspit and me tastin that great cock/precum taste on his lips, I was just too turned on. I had his belt loose and his jeans around his ankles before he knew what happened. And even though we were lip locked, I could still get his cock out of his jockstrap and feel the precum on the tip of his cock. I rubbed it the length of his rockhard cock, and slipped my cock between his legs. I guess it was the way he opened his legs to let my cock in that so excited me. I could tell he wanted it then, even though he had told me he was still HIV negative and didn't want any raw sex with a Poz guy like me. I had my hands up under his shirt workin his nips and was kissing and licking his face till he was just a puppy in my paws. I gently moved him around, kissing his neck and massaging his ass cheeks, until I was behind him, nibbling his earlobes. That was when my stiff meat found his ass crack and set course for his asshole. I was pushing hard against him, trying to get my tongue in his ear, when he sort of fell against the wall and then braced himself against it with both hands, intending to turn back around, but by then I had a nip in each hand, having thrown down my dead cigar, and he was moving in response, enjoying it too much to protest. And my cockhead had found his puckered rosebud of an asshole, one of those that seems to have an arrow tattooed above it, saying "FUCK HERE". And I had him by the arms, holding him tight as I kissed and bit his neck. "Oh, Daddy!" he kept saying, over and over, as if he was trying to persuade himself not to resist. When I pushed and began to feel my cockhead penetrate, he stiffened. "Daddy, don't make me do this, please," he pleaded, and he turned his head slightly towards me. I reached around and kissed him. "It's gonna be OK, son, just relax," I said, and I made a hip thrust that popped him open. I love that feel on my cockhead, when you first pop a boy open like that. There is no feel like it in the world, tight and hot, and then so warm and wet and wonderful. I just couldn't help myself then, I drew him to me, hugging him tight, kissing all over his face and neck, so he didn't notice so much that I was impaling him on my cock. By the time I think he knew what was happening, he was fucked. I had my cock almost all the way up his ass. And he was loving it, you could tell he was trying to fight the urge, but wanting it so bad. All the time I was kissing him, I kept telling him it was fine, he was all right, this will be great, just relax and enjoy it, son, give yourself to your dad. Then suddenly he gave a kind of shudder, and bucked hard back against me. "Oh, Daddy, take me, take my ass, make me your Boy!" "That's it son, enjoy this fuck, feel your Daddy's hard cock up your ass, love that stiff meat so deep inside you!" He was with me then, meeting every thrust. When I'd hit bottom he'd grab me hard and tight, as much fuckin my dick with his ass as I was fuckin his hole with my rod. "Make me your Boy, Daddy, fuck your Boy, show me how much you want me Daddy!" I was in the heavy strokes now, fuckin his ass hard. My juices were flowing. When I get a hot ass like this, the first fuck is hot and heavy and doesn't take too long. I knew I was getting close. "Where do you want Daddy's load, boy?" I asked, as I held him tight and humped him hard. "Give me your load, Daddy, make me your Boy, plant that load UP MY ASS!" He was buckin hard, and if I had really wanted to pull out, it would have been difficult, as he was in pace with me so well. "Oh, God, Son, I can't help it, here it is, take it boy, take Daddy's hot cum up your ass." "Daddy, show me how much you love me, fuck me, fuck my ass, give me your juice, Daddy, FUCK ME HARD!" I lit into him hard then, I could feel the cum move from my balls up the length of my shaft and begin to spurt out deep inside him. And I think he must've felt something, even though I know you have to learn to feel it when a guy cums up your ass. There was just something about the way he moved, like he was suckin the cum up deep inside himself. We both hit the spot at the same time. "OH GOD!" we both shouted in unison. "Here it is boy, here's Daddy's cream, take Daddy's load, you're MY BOY now!" "Hit me hard, Daddy, show me how much you love me, pound that jizz in my hot hole, fuck me Daddy, FUCK MY ASS, DADDY!" I held him tight and shot my final spurts as deep inside as I could, knowing I was tying him to me in a way no man ever had before. I was converting him to my son in more ways than one, I was makin him my BOY in a truly positive manner. His ass drew up so tight on my shaft, I thought sure he must be spurting his load. His ass was suckin the cum up deep, and he began to flex under me, I could feel his whole body moving, as if he was absorbing the sex and distributing it throughout his body. We held that position a long time. Sweat was dripping down my nose, and he was sweaty feeling as I ran my hands over his chest and caressed his nips. I still had all my clothes on, my fuckin cock out of my pants, but otherwise still as I had walked into the room. His pants were around his ankles, but he still had on the jockstrap, shirt, vest and leather jacket. We both were soaked under all that clothing. But neither moved, we were still in that great Dad/Son connection, feeling the cum that bound us together. Shortly he stopped vibrating, coming back to reality, realizing what had happened. He sort of slumped at that point, I thought he might be crying, so I pulled out and turned him around and kissed him. He was crying, or at least he had tears in his eyes, so I kissed the tears away, and he began to respond. When I put my hand down to his crotch, I discovered a jock hanging heavy with cum. So I pulled off him, bent down and sucked the cum out of his jock, and pulled his limp, gooey cock out and sucked it clean. He was breathing very heavily now, I think partly shock and partly so turned on. I raised up, led him to the bed and made him sit on it, so I could sit beside him. We kissed again then, another long lover's kiss, and soon tongues and hands were exploring. Clothes began to fall off us, some being taken off by the other, some shucked off by the wearer, but our pants were trapped by our boots. We had reached that point again, too quickly. The pants just had to stay on, we were at fuck #2. I got him into doggie position and stuck my cock back up his ass. It was much easier this time, just made him take a sudden inhale when I slid home. We urged each other on again, and soon he had cumshot #2 up his ass. Damn hot boy, he wanted sex as much as I did. We seemed to be a pair, destined to be together. After I added that second load, I just held him close and told him how much I loved him, and he did the same. When my cock went flat and fell out of his ass, he rolled over and I got on top of him so we could kiss and cuddle again. We took time to get the boots off, finally got our pants off and were naked, just kissing and rolling all over the bed, the way lovers do. We came up for air and took a smoke break. Gave me a chance to really look at him, as I hadn't really seen him naked before, even though I'd planted two loads up his ass. And he did the same. I was surprised to see how he blushed when he noticed how I was admiring his boyish body. He had kept himself in great shape, and I had enjoyed it. The smoke break over, we resumed the kissing, this time being able to be face to face for the first time, really. I didn't intend to fuck him again, my cock just knew the way to his ass so well by this time. When I got on top and was kissing him, it found the hole and entered easily. He spread wide, put his legs firmly around my hips and put his heels in my ass. Then he pushed hard, making my cock really hit the good spots. Every time I made a stroke that didn't please him, he'd almost kick my cock up his ass. I couldn't complain, I had my tongue far down his throat. And when I felt the cum moving yet a third time, I got his legs up on my shoulder, shoved a pillow under his ass and began those prying deep strokes, where you aim for the boy's prostate and fuck him hard. "Oh God, Daddy, I love it when you fuck me like that, do it again, harder, deeper, come on man, put your seal on me, give me the third load, make me your boy forever!" I got my arms up under his shoulders, pulled him into my fuckstrokes and kissed him hard as I fucked my cum into his hot ass, so warm and wet and wild, filled to overflowing with my loads. I wanted to fuck him so hard the cum would flow out his hole and soak the bed. I wanted to fuck him so bad he could taste my cum from the inside out. I wanted to plant my loads so deep he'd shit my cum for a week. Didn't take long, spurts of Daddy Cream joined the loads already there, my fuck piston planted it's third load, the cum pooling around my balls, running down his crack. I pinned him down, legs against his chest, as I pounded the last strokes home, trying to get my cum as deep inside him as I could. And he rose up against me on every stroke, making sure he got that jizz as deep inside as possible. When I was drained, I slammed a fuckstroke hard and held it, and he looked up at me with tears in his eyes again, and we kissed. Then I felt his cock move between us, that steady pulse of a cock shooting cum, a feeling I love. If I don't see or feel a boy cum when I fuck him, I'm not fuckin him right, and I had fucked this boy right. His cock spurted a heavy load between us, and his cum between and us and mine up his ass were binding us together in many, many ways. We kissed for a long time. Took us a long time to come down off that fuck plateau, where you want to stay as long as you can. When I fell out of his ass, I let his legs down and sucked his limp cock into my mouth and sucked out all the strings of his cum I could get. Then I licked his crotch clean, keeping some of the cum in my mouth, so we could share it when we kissed. And as I did that, he moved around so he could reach my cock, and sucked it clean. When we kissed, I could taste his ass, his cum and my cum, all mixed together, one wonderful taste, a taste every dad wants from his boy. We fell asleep like that. When we woke the next morning, we were a mess, and the bed was a mess. There was cum everywhere, crusted on our cocks and torsos. Time for a piss and a shower. Then we had a smoke and got to examine each other by the light of day. Sometimes that's when it all falls apart, when you come to in the morning and discover that the guy you thought was so great the night before is not nearly as attractive. But there was no change this morning, I still thought he was the best thing I'd ever had, and he allowed as how I was his Dad. We went to breakfast, and it was as if I was meeting him for the first time. We sat there and smoked and drank our coffee, and talked about all the things lovers talk about. The waitress finally asked us if we were going to order lunch, and we realized what time it was. We excused ourselves, left a large tip for having had such good service for such a long time, and went back to the motel room. By the time we'd each had a piss, we were on the bed again, and the maid's knock interrupted our first fuck of the day. I shouted that we were still in the room, and she went away, and I planted my load. This was a lover's fuck, that long, slow, gentle fuck of two men deeply in love. There was no hard thrusting, no pounding of a load deep. He was still moist from the fucks last night, and I wasn't really up to a hot and heavy fuck, but we needed to have sex again, to see if it was still there, and it was. That wasn't our last fuck, not by a long shot, but those four were the ones that we always remember and talk about. Few men are as fortunate as I have been, to find a guy like this that fits me so well. I can only hope that he continues to feel the same about me. Jerry Prince RawTopDad@AOL.com
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Ed was a humpy 40 year old bisexual mechanic with clear polish on his dirty nails and hair long enough for a pony tail. He had a 21 year old daughter and worked in a garage. He wore black framed traditional style safely glasses with prescription bifocal lenses and side shields at work and avaitor-style wire rims off duty. He had no facial hair. I had met him on a city bus when his own car was in the shop and his wife or daughter couldn't take him to work. We hit it off well. I was a couple of years younger, a couple of inches taller and 25 pounds heavier than was he. I had short hair which was unusual for men in the mid '70's, wore black hornrim type glasses, sported a full beard and had started biting my nails to the nubs the day after turning eighteen for better masturbation and looks. We were both blue collar men and shared similar interests. We had stopped at a bar which happened to be a fifty-fifty joint the last day he rode the bus and got to know each other. "So what do you like to do in your spare time?" I asked after telling him why I bite my nails. "I'd like to do you, if you don't mind a good pair of holes" he replied. It turned out he was bisexual and interested in servicing me. Ed said the thrill of being on a team of studs punishing a chld molester and then some scumbag who had raped and beaten an old lady and got away with it when he was a teenager a decade before had finally worn off so he was ready to relax with my dick up his hole. Ed's wife had a women's club meeting the next week and his daughter was away in an out of state college so Ed invited me to stop by his place for a piece of his ass. I took the bus to his place, got off and walked the two blocks to his place and was welcomed with open arms as soon as the door was closed behind us. We hugged and kissed a little, no tongue, and then he offered me a beer which I accepted. He then said if we wanted to do the whole sesson we needed to get busy. He turned out to be good at giving my sweaty smelly feet oral service and swallowed all the gunk and toe-jam he licked and sucked from between my toes and under them where they joined the balls of my feet. He then sucked my seven inch cut dick which was already hard and kissed it. We stripped in his and his wife's bedroom and he sucked my dick again and kissed it, left it wet and then handed me some vaseline before taking his position on his stomach with his legs spread while I greased up my loggerhead. I spat on his asshole and mounted him. His ass was easy to enter and I slid all the way in with barely a flinch from him. I flexed my love muscle in him and fucked him. His ass was still nice and tight, just right for my dick. I fucked that asshole, enjoying adding him to my conquests. It was a natural, a slightly effeminate long haired long nailed beardless dude getting fucked by a masculine short haired bearded nailbiter. I knew Ed was enjoying getting fucked by a real man. He had lamented that too many so-called men were too unisex and lacking in real masculinity and that he ended up as the man in gay sex sessions when he really wanted to be the person. Fifteen sweaty minutes later I nutted in his ass, my dick feeling quite good as I pumped my load into him. After I was spent I lay on and in him while he lovingly massaged my dick with his ass muscles and told me what great stud I am. He said his first gay sex was as a bottom a day after he turned legal age. He was glad he's held off because his friend who did him had been busted as a teenager and served time in juvie until he turned eighteen for attempted under age sex when he'd solicited what turned out to be a vice cop in an entrapment sting. I pulled my spent dick out of Ed and dismounted. I stood by while he got up, sat on the side of the bed and sucked my dick clean while I stood tall and proud of having conquered his ass. He sucked off of it and left it clean and dry before kissing it and my sweaty balls. I got dressed and left because his wife was due home from her club meeting in another half-hour. "Dont forget, you owe me one in my mouth stud." he said as we hugged before I left.
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It had been close to three weeks since the last time I'd had any time to get out to play, so I got a little relief from the pressure yesterday. Having absolutely nothing planned for the day, at least related to work projects, I decided to go downtown LA to MOCA but the traffic on the 405 was so terrible I made a quick change of plans and headed over to 1350 in Wilmington instead. There were very few guys at the club so I figured I'd just use the sundeck for a couple of hours and get some badly needed R&R. Great weather, few guys at the club, so no stress or pressure and a break from everything. My quiet time lasted about twenty minutes as a very unpleasant looking and smelling guy popped up and kept talking to me and trying to grab my dick. I gave up when he wouldn't go away after being told to stop. ARRRRRGH!!! I just didn't have the patience to deal with a guy with no sense of etiquette, so I went down to the showers and then the steam-room. It was still quiet so I laid back on the bench in the steam-room and tuned out. Maybe five minutes passed and I heard the door open. Pleasepleaseplease not the dirty troll from the deck!!! I could see the new guy standing near my feet. He was a late 30's Filipino, slim, completely hairless, very nice trim body. He started to rub my leg, working his way toward my crotch. I got the usual hard-on so he got a handful of cock quickly. He was close enough that I can reach his six inch uncut dick and we played with our new toys. I pulled him over and licked the head and shaft of his cock as he moaned and leaned in, giving me full access. I slid my lips over the head and he slid the rest of his cock in. I was sucking and swallowing everything I could get out of him. He climbed over me and began to work on my dick. Much more restrained, he mostly tongued my shaft and sucked on the head. Nothing exciting, but nice. I was swallowing every inch of his dick, holding on to and squeezing his ass. He squealed and trying to pull away, but I grabbed him tighter and work harder on the head. He resumed playing with my dick but also crying 'no' and squealing all the louder. I rolled him over so that I was on top and deep-throated his throbbing meat. He was giggling and almost screaming, semi-trying to push me off his dick. I've grabbed his legs tightly, shoving a finger into and out of his hole, as I sucked on his swelling cock. He squeals once more then shot a massive load into my mouth: six or seven gobs of cum. I swallowed most of it, keeping my lips wrapped around his dick as he softened. By this time he was calmed down, just breathing heavily with his arms wrapped around my waist and my dickhead still in his mouth. I got up, turned around and kissed him, giving him the cum that was still in my mouth. He sucked and licked as much out of me as he could. I licked and sucked my way back down to his crotch. He squealed again as I trashed his nipples. I moved down to his crotch, sucked on his soft dick for any cum that was left over. I licked his balls as he resumed moaning. As I took both his balls in my mouth, his response was to buck, so I pushed his legs up and worked down to his hole, which was the only place on his body that had hair. I licked his hole once, he groaned. I dug in, tongued, sucked and chewed on his hole. He certainly was a squealer! But in any event he ground his ass towards my face so naturally I shoved my tongue into his hole. By now I was charged up. I pushed his legs back, lined-up and slid my cock into his ass. OH FUCK!!! He had a tight ass. He groaned as I began to fuck him. No easing in for this one, I was fucking him hard, slamming my dick into his body. He groaned (enough already!) and bucked his hips. Ten minutes of this and I came: I slammed in and pumped my load as deeply as possible. DAMNDAMNDAMN!!! Naturally I fucked my load everywhere in his ass, and as I pulled out, see his red/brown swollen hole covered with cum. I pushed his ass up high - he was almost folded in half. With his ass in my hands I can see his hole opening and closing, winking at me. One more attack. I shoved my tongue into his hole, chewing on his ass lips again, tasting my cum and his ass juice. He squealed again, as I resolved to make him scream.
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Anonymous Sex RawTopDad@aol.com 8/19/08 One of the delights of gay life that has pretty much disappeared in the US is anonymous sex. In the good old days, bathhouses had dark rooms. In there it was all about dick and ass. There was no pretty boy posing, stand and model, pick the most glamorous boy in front of all the others and make a big show of taking him back to a private room. No, it was just about sex, and that was what made it so exciting and attractive. It didn’t matter what you looked like, as in the dark we were all the same, just men looking for sex. We were all there for the same thing, so it didn’t matter. Find the right size dick, suck it up or off, or stick it up your ass. Feel around for a ripe hole ready to be used and give him the ride of his life. All around you, moaning and grunting, and the smell of sweat and cum. Occasional snatches of conversation, harder, deeper, that’s it, more, give it to me, suck it, take it deeper, and the sounds of orgasms, simple grunts to explosive outbursts. I can tell you so many stories of darkroom sex. Feeling your way around the room, touching bodies, hearing the sex noises around you, feeling a mans head bobbing and realizing he is sucking dick, feeling another man bent over and realizing he is both getting fucked and sucking cock. Having someone touch your dick and then feeling a warm mouth on your rod as you get the pleasure of feeling your cock come alive in another man’s mouth. Then he pulls off and you realize he’s guiding your tool into his pleasure canal, and you wrap your arms around him and pull him close and yourself deeper. When you’re in, he bends over and you hold onto his hips and give him the ride you both need so badly. He’s urging you on even as you slap his ass and bury that bone and plant your load. Then as suddenly as it began, it’s over and he’s gone. New lips suck your cock clean and then move to your asshole and you hold your cheeks open for a wonderful rimming. Then suddenly that tongue gets a lot stiffer and you realize a cockhead has parted your ass lips. Now it is your turn to bend over and feel the man holding on to your hips as he works his meat in deep. Now it’s your turn to tell him how to proceed, when to drill harder, bear down on the prostate, till he hugs you, grips your nips hard and you feel his meat get rigid and that warm, full feeling surrounds his fuckpole. Then it’s your turn to steal away, feeling your way out of the room towards the light, and eventually the showers. You have one of the best showers of your life, rinsing off the cum running down the back of your legs and cleaning your dick and balls well, wondering if any of the men in the shower were your sex partners just now. As you towel off you feel so relaxed, released, drained, but now refilled and refreshed and ready to go do it again. You rub your hair sort of back into place, but it doesn’t matter, no one will know what your hair looks like in there. So you return. This time you find a ripe ass and slip in easily, a ‘buttered bun’, easy fuck. There is no lube better than cum, especially another man’s cum. You’re really getting into it when you feel tongue in your hole again. Is it the same tongue? Is it the same cockhead? You tell him to stand still, so you can be the filling in a fuck sandwich. It always works best when the ends stand still and the middleman does the work. Nothing like a stiff rod in your ass to get your rocks off while you fuck, so you breed the guy you’re fucking, and then when he disappears you tell your fucker to go to it. You wonder what color the hands are that are working your nips and balls and chewing on your ears. That dick is so big it must be a black man. But he gives you no hints, just a big grunt on that final stroke that almost lifts you off the floor. You suck a few more cocks on the way back toward the light, but this time will probably be the last trip today. You eat a big load of cum and wonder what kind of man produced it. He sure had big hands and held your face firmly as he fucked that load down your throat. Well, there’s a bareback party coming up in a few days at a buddy’s house, and he has a sling, so the next time you have sex, you’ll be able to see who is the fucker and who gets fucked. But will it be any better than this? Will you feel any more satiated from fucking than you do now? Will your ass feel any more ‘happy sore’ than it does right now? In the shower you wonder if you could go back for another round. You decide that you’ve had enough for today and you will save yourself for the party. Your ass hurts nicely in the car on the way home, and you smile remembering what great sex you had today. That’s what anonymous sex is all about. RawTopDad@aol.com 8/19/08
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Date Rape I wasn't really looking for a hole, he just happened on me. I was in the Eagle as usual, sitting at the bar drinking my beer and smoking my cigar. He'd been sitting on the stool to the right of me, talking to the guy on his right side and pretty much ignoring me. I knew that cause I'd been watching him in the mirror, and he was really interested in the other guy, and not too excited about me. But his interest in the fellow on the other side wasn't enough to keep the guy there, when a better looking guy came up and started chatting with him. Those two had left together, and then when it was just the two of us, he began to talk to me. I'd had enough drinks that I was a little more loose of tongue than usual, so I kept up with him, and the raunchier he talked, the more I talked. He was a pretty good looking fellow, I'd guess mid to late 30's, light beard, sandy brown hair, dark eyes, kinda sad looking. He wasn't too heavy, but could stand to work out. Of course, who am I to talk, I'm a real bear of a man, hairy all over, with saltnpepper hair and beard that show my age. Basically he sort of gave me the condensed version of his life story, how he'd had a lover but was now alone. He'd been using safe sex even with the lover, but after that was over, he'd hooked up with a guy one night that was into raw, bareback sex. He said he'd never had a guy shoot his load up his ass before, but that one night changed his life. He told me it was the most incredible sexual experience he had ever had. Now you understand, I'm a Poz bareback top, so he was really preaching to the choir, but I wanted to hear his side of it, so I didn't say anything, I just listened and asked enough questions to keep him talking and find out more. Luckily this guy had been at the bar quite a while, so he had inhaled enough beer to make his tongue very loose, and he was telling me a lot more than he would or should have. His name was Tom, he'd lived in the area all his life, in fact he lived in an apartment building not too far from the bar. I didn't tell him I lived just a few blocks further away, I let him do the talking. Anyway, the guy he had been talking to earlier he had met online, and they had agreed to meet tonight at the bar, to see if they liked each other. The reason Tom had picked this particular guy was that he was Poz. Tom wanted this guy to be the one to plant the bug in his ass, so that he could get over the hump and have bareback sex without the constant worry. But he was so uptight about it that he wanted whoever gave him the bug to also give him the "date rape" drug, so that he wouldn't be able to resist. He was afraid that he might chicken out at the very end and kick the cock out of his ass before it delivered the dirty load. When Tom had told the guy he had met tonight what he wanted, it had turned the guy off. He just wanted to fuck raw, he didn't want to have to rape his date. So now Tom was crying into his beer, confessing his warped desire to a stranger at a bar. Now what Tom didn't know was that I was feeling like the luckiest man in the world. I had been over to visit a friend just before I hit the bar. The point of my visit was to pick up a little of the above-mentioned drug. It has to be refrigerated, so I had it all wrapped up in a padded freezer container, like you see on TV, and it was in my coat pocket. So I began to wonder how I could make the dreams of two men cum true. I had been looking for a guy to use it on, and I thought I had one lined up a few days from now. But when life deals you a card like this, you play it. I was so excited I was having trouble concealing it. I was beginning to get drunk, so I concentrated more on smoking and less on drinking so I could stay ahead of Tom. He was very loose now, so I'd have to stay ahead of him and keep him at the bar, otherwise he'd realize how drunk he was and go home to sleep it off. So I did my best counseling, putting my arm around his shoulder, telling him he wasn't crazy or weird, he had normal urges like everyone else, don't worry about it, relax, you're an OK guy, the things you say to a guy you want to get in your bed. All the time I was doing this I was very carefully peeling open the wrapper in my coat pocket, as my coat was over the back of the barstool I was sitting on. I was able to get my left hand into the coat pocket while working Tom's shoulder with my right arm. Every time I was about to move or make a noise with the wrapper, I'd squeeze his shoulder or hug him tight so he wouldn't notice. And soon I had a very cold bottle stuck between my legs. I had to do some fancy work to keep Tom looking over at the pretty boys that just came into the bar and not at what I was doing, trying to push down and turn the cap and get the damn thing open. And then I had to spin him around to look at the hot man playing the pinball machine while I leaned over to tap the ash off my cigar, when I actually had the bottle in the same hand, and poured just enough into the beer he had left in front of him. Then I closed the bottle and eased it back into the wrapper, while urging Tom to tell me more about what he wanted out of his rape scene. Tom was almost running off at the mouth now, so glad to finally have someone he could talk to about what he wanted. He was describing a scene that had my cock so stiff and dripping precum that I was sure I had a big wet spot in my pants, but the cold bottle against my balls had cut some of that back. I finally got the bottle put away just as Tom was finishing up the beer. I knew I had to act quick, so I advised Tom that he needed to go home and get some rest, he'd had too much to drink, etc. It worked, he was so drunk he couldn't think straight, and the drug was beginning to take effect. I had to help him put on his coat and help him count the money out to the bartender as he paid his bill. The bartender gave me that look that said "You are gonna see that this drunk gets out of here safely, aren't you?" I was all smiles and helped Tom to the door, as he was in that listing stage that is just before the staggers. I knew exactly what was happening, he didn't. When we got out in the night air it sort of sobered Tom up a little, he began to search for his keys and try to remember where he parked his car. This was the time to tell him that I lived just a little beyond him, and offer to drive him home, as he was in no condition to be driving, as drunk as he was. Did he want to risk a ticket or an accident? No, sir, I could take him home safely, and he could easily come back in the morning to get his car. The fog was settling in, I could see it in his eyes. Tom could do little but agree, and I led him to my van. My van is basically a rolling bedroom. Two seats up front, and then a huge empty back with nothing but packing pads. No windows. Curtain between the front and the back, so no one can see what's going on. I opened the back and helped Tom in, and I told him to lay down and rest till we got home. He was having trouble keeping his eyes open, so he just climbed in, laid down, and flopped like a wet washrag. He was out, gone. I had timed it perfectly. Wonderful! I locked up the back and got in the front and got my cell phone and called my buddy Rudy that had given me the drug. I told him "I got a live one, Rudy, I've already used the drug, but I need some help getting this guy into my apartment." Luckily Rudy was about as far from the bar in the other direction, so I didn't take him long to get there, just long enough for me to get to my place, open it all up and get it ready, and have a smoke. When Rudy pulled up, he helped me get Tom out of the back and into my place. I have a first floor place with a door on street level, so it wasn't too obvious what was going on, just two friends helping a drunk friend home. While I got Tom stripped and into my bed, Rudy set up the video equipment and the digital camera. We were going to document this for Tom, so he had some proof of what was going on. I made a pot of coffee, as I needed to be up and sober, and Rudy had some, though he spiked his with a little whiskey. Rudy would be the photographer, I would be the rapist, and Tom would be the victim. I figured with all the beer and the drug, we had a good two hours before he came around. I sucked Tom's Dick to be sure he was out, and there was no response, so he was gone. Rudy connected the video cam to the TV on the chest of drawers opposite the bed, so I could watch what he was taping and be sure we got it all set up correctly. He put the video camera on the tripod and used the digital cam to get several shots of Tom passed out on the bed, naked, face down. After we had all the preliminary stuff, then Rudy got the video cam aimed at me as I stripped, taking a few flash pix as well, of me getting naked and working my cock up good and stiff. You know how sometimes it's hard getting your cock into a guy when he's tight. Well, try it sometime when he's passed out and dead to the world. There was no telling him to lift his ass a little, I just had to keep lubing up the hole and probing it. Once I had the cockhead in, I just eased down and in, and I as I did I began the narration of the event, facing into the camera and addressing it mainly to Tom, to show him what had happened. We got some excellent shots of my cock popping his ass open, me sliding in, and finally of me fucking his ass, and of course we got the whole thing on tape. As I was fucking him and getting close to the point of cumming in his ass I stopped to tell the camera that this was it, the moment of conversion. Rudy got an excellent shot of my ass muscles puckering up when I fired the first shots. And I didn't realize how much I was talking till I saw the video, I was really telling him what was happening, that I was shooting my dirty load up his hot hole, etc. Soon there was sweat dripping off my nose on his back, and we got a beautiful shot of a cummy cock pulling out of his hole, and the cum oozing out of his open asshole. He never moved during the whole fuck, it was like fucking a dead man. Then Rudy and I shut off the video cam and had a smoke break. Rudy had his cock out jacking it while I was cumming, and I asked him if he wanted to add his load, but he said he wanted to wait and see what the guy thought, if he wanted it, cause he was always up for a hot fuck in another guy's cum. I had some coffee while I smoked and thought about what we should do next. It had been over an hour, I had given him a light dose, he should be coming to soon. I was jacking my cock, trying to get it up, and Rudy was kind enough to give me a light blow job to get me started. I was about to start undressing him, so I could return the favor, when he stopped and got up and turned the camera and TV on again, so it was time for act two. We had flipped Tom over on his back, and he was spread all across the bed, arms out, legs spread, ass still drooling a little of that first load. I got on the bed, and it really took a lot of work to get into him that way, I had to put his legs on my shoulders and try to hold them there while I raised his ass enough to get my cock in. He was nice and juicy with my cumload, and I had lubed up, so once I got the angle right, I could get in, but getting there was difficult. His legs kept falling off my shoulders, and it was rather funny when we watched the tape later, but not then. I finally got him all wadded up, holding his ass up with my knees and his legs over my shoulders, so I could fuck hard enough to get a cumshot without any assistance from the bottom. I was working into the fuck, getting up steam, when Tom began to moan and move a little. I held my head right against his ear, and I told him "Tom, you need to wake up now, Lover, can you hear me?" He opened his eyes and blinked a couple times and looked at me. I rose up a little so he could see me through the fog in his brain. I kept fuckin him, I was getting close, and I wanted to be right at the edge. "Tom, remember me? Jerry? From the bar? Remember how you told me you wanted to be fucked poz?" He wiped his face and eyes and seemed to become aware of what was going on. His ass tightened up real hard around my cock. Then he looked at me, and I could tell he was feeling the fuck and beginning to understand what was happening. "Jerry, what's going on?" His legs began to straighten a little, I had to hold him tight to keep my cock in his ass. "You told me you wanted a poz load up your ass, Tom, and if you just relax, feel it now when I cum in your ass. You're getting that poz load you wanted so bad." I started fucking him hard again, and as I got to the edge and began to go over it, I stopped and held real still, so he could feel my cock spasm in his ass. "Oh, God!" His legs went straight up over his head. "Do it man, I can feel it! Oh, God! Fuck me Poz man, fuck my ass!" I started fucking him hard again, as my cock unloaded the second dirty load into his fuckhole. He grabbed me with his legs, his heels in my ass cheeks, forcing my cock in even deeper. I pumped that load in as deep and hard as I could, and I kissed him hard. He had his tongue in my mouth and his hands were all over me, hugging me, messing up my hair. He was in a fuck frenzy, doing everything a bottom does when he wants that load deep, and I was doing everything a top does to plant it deep and heavy, he was really spurring me on. It took a long time for us to wind down from that, but finally my cock deflated and I fell out of his ass. I gave him one last kiss as I climbed off him, and I sucked his cock clean of the strings of precum that had dribbled out during the fuck. That was when he finally noticed Rudy with the video camera and saw the TV showing us the scene. I could see him realizing exactly what was going on. Rudy shoved his cock back in his pants and zipped up, then he turned his attention to the equipment as I explained to Tom what had happened and that we had the whole scene on tape. I introduced Rudy to Tom, and Tom was both embarrassed and excited. He wanted to see, so we had to rewind the tape and show him the whole first rape scene, and then the second, and he kept saying "Oh, God, it was just what I wanted, man, it was just what I wanted!" Watching the tape had gotten Tom's cock stiff as a poker, and Rudy had gotten his cock out and was stroking it up, so when the tape ran out, I leaned over and began to suck Tom's cock, and Rudy came over and offered his cock to Tom, and he took it in his mouth greedily, so excited by what had happened that he had seen on the tape. After a minute I asked Tom if he wanted to guarantee his conversion. "What do you mean?" he asked. "Let's put a different strain in on top of the two loads you just got. Rudy's poz too, and a great fucker." Rudy smiled at Tom, and Tom said sure, and spread out on the middle of the bed, as I got out of the way and Rudy quickly stripped off his clothes. Rudy is tall, about 6' 1" or so, and thin. He's got a nice long cock with a big head on it. He's not as thick as I am, but longer. He's got black hair and isn't too hairy, just a little bush around the crotch, but nice hairy juicy balls that hang down low and slap a bottoms ass while he fucks. Rudy had Tom suck him up stiff and juicy again, and I got the video camera and TV going again, so we could get this fuck on tape, too. When Rudy was ready, he pulled Tom up, and Tom was a little shorter than him. They kissed, Tom working Rudy's cock and Rudy feeling up that juicy ass he was after. Then Rudy turned Tom around and centered his cock on Tom's hole, and held him tight against him and thrust in. Now Rudy is not as thick as me, like I said, so he slid in easy on my loads, but he hit bottom and it took a little work to get that long fuckpole of his past Tom's second sphincter. There was a lot of moaning and Tom had to bend over a little and work his ass with a lot of wiggling, to get that meat all the way in, and I got it all on tape. It is one of the most exciting sequences. Then they moved as a team, joined together, onto the bed, where Rudy stood on the floor and Tom got on hands and knees, so Rudy could fuck him doggie style. I moved the tripod around to the side, to get all the action. Rudy's cock is so long you could easily see it pistoning in and out, and his balls flapping against Tom's ass. Once I had it set, I was just standing there naked, jacking my cock, watching as Rudy held Tom's ass and centered that pistoning fuckrod. Tom looked over at me and smiled and said "Join us!", so I went over to the other side and let Tom suck me up while he got fucked. Rudy fucks long and hard before he shoots, so I knew it would take a while to get him off in Tom's juicy ass. After Tom had sucked me up stiff, I reached under and found Tom's stiff cock dribbling precum and about ready to blow. So I pulled my cock out of Tom's mouth, laid down on the bed on my back, and crept under Tom, slowly getting in 69 position. As soon as Tom realized what I was doing, he raised up let me get in position, and then lowered his cock into my waiting mouth, and took my stiff member in his mouth. It was difficult to suck Tom with Rudy slamming into him so hard, but I moved down so that the force of Rudy's fuckstrokes would shove Tom's stiff cock into my mouth. Tom was really going to town on me. I didn't have much cum left, if any, so he was sucking my shaved balls and licking me all over, just having a wonderful time with that long rod up his ass and a hungry man sucking him off. Rudy said he was getting close, and Tom tried to say something, but he had my cock back in his mouth and it was just a muffled grunt. Rudy then began to fuck him furiously, I knew he was shooting his load into Tom's ass. Then I suddenly got the biggest mouthful of cum I think I've ever had, and it took me a long time to be able to swallow it all, with that stiff cock constantly being pounded down my throat. I thought I was gonna gag from it. Rudy made one final hard thrust and stayed in deep, and hugged Tom real tight. On the video you can see the sweat all over him, dripping from his chest onto Tom's back. Tom was sucking my cock, hoping to get something, but there was nothing there. His cock was deflating in my mouth, finally, and I was sucking the last strings of heavy gooey fluid out, it had obviously been a long time since he'd had a cumshot. It tasted wonderful, salty and spermy, with little pustules of dried up cum in it. Rudy finally pulled out, and there was a string of his cum from Tom's ass to his cockhead that shows up beautifully on the tape. He gave Tom's ass a parting slap, which knocked Tom's cock out of my mouth, and Tom gave up on my cock and we began to disentangle. We all had to have a cigarette and watch the tape, and it was just great, Tom kept telling me how wonderful it felt to feel Rudy cum in his ass just as he was shooting in my mouth. You can't see much of Tom cumming in my mouth, by the time he climbed off I had swallowed it and licked his cockhead clean. Rudy got dressed and packed up his equipment, leaving the video tape for me to duplicate on my machine. Tom was on the bed, spread-eagled, trying to recover from what had happened. After Rudy left we sat on the bed and talked for what seemed a long time. I offered to get dressed and take Tom back to his car, but he said he was too tired, if I didn't mind he'd just spend the rest of the night with me. I didn't mind, we had a good time just talking. Tom just couldn't get over that it had happened, it was just what he wanted, in fact even better, he had two poz tops seed his ass with dirty sperm, so he was really high. I'd had so much coffee that it took me a while to run down, but eventually we ended up kissing, and that led to the final fuck of the night. This one wasn't the fireworks kind, it was a long lover's fuck. After we had started doggie and then kissed facing as we fucked for a long time, we got on our sides, and my third load oozed up his ass very slowly, though he said he could still feel it when I shot, even with his ass as worn out as it was. We fell asleep with my cock inside him, and when I woke up very late the next morning, I was able to fuck him awake and give him a small load to start the day. About four weeks later he called me. He'd had a cold and gone to the doctor, and gotten tested. He invited me come over and spend the night with him again, to celebrate. Jerry Prince RawTopDad@AOL.com 3/31/00
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Jodi was this fat bitch that gave incredible head. She wanted a ride in my new sports car I just bought right out of college. I agreed as I needed to run a quick errand in town. On the way home, I decided to run her out some windy back country roads. She was getting wet there in her min-dress that no fat slob should wear. I went for it and I asked her for some head. She told me find a place to pull off and if I had a condom I could get a little more. Now, I knew I did not have a condom. I hated the damn things. I knew the road I was on and there was a cornfield that I had a pretty smooth two-track that ran through the middle of it. I ever knew the farmer. He loved know that I took sluts there from time to time. We got into the back 40 I pulled up, stopped the car and laid a blanket out on the ground. She got on her knees and I stood over her as I fucked her fat face. At least she was pretty fat chick. She got up on her knees and told me to get the condom. I pretended to rummage through my car as she looked over her shoulder at me while she fingered her bare snatch. My cock was rock hard when I faked rolling the condom on and got up behind the wide load. I pushed my cock in her and I will admit that is was nice, a little tite (even though she was a slut) and gripped my cock like a champ. I pummeled her pussy for that it was worth. I told her to be loud as no one could hear us. I called her names like "fat slut", "pig", and "whore". She fucked me even harder. I made her cum a handful of times. I thought about pulling out, but I said fuck it. I came in her pussy like a flood I giggled as I felt my cum gush out of my cock into her fat snatch. I pulled out of her as the last of my cum drained into her. I stood up and pulled up my shorts. When she stood up that is when she felt my cum run down her leg. She freaked out and asked me if I wore a condom and I assured her I did and it must have slipped off. She freaked all the way home, but when we got back to her place there were no cars there. So, she asked if I could fuck her one more time, and this time since I came in her once. We could do it again.
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Poz Perfect By Jerry Prince, RawTopDad@AOL.com We met online, and I meet thousands of men online, but this Boy was persistent. I am a gifter and he was a chaser. I’ve pozzed lots of guys, but this Boy was 25. Thus I kept putting the questions to him. Are you sure? Do you really know what living the Poz lifestyle means? He kept saying yes, I want it, and I know what it means. He’d been barebacked enough to know that he never wanted latex in his ass again, and he knew the odds were that he’d be pozzed one way or another, so if it was gonna happen; he wanted it to be special. After about six months of chatting online, I knew he was serious, and it would happen; now it was just a matter of when and how. I suggested he come up about the time of one of our bareback parties, as I had a plan in mind. The party was on Saturday, and I knew a bunch of the poz tops were available on Friday. My plan was to do a 1 on 1 pozzing of him on Thursday, have a pozzing party on Friday with some other poz tops, and then take him to the party on Saturday. I figured if I didn’t nail him good on Thursday, the other tops could help on Friday, and by Saturday he’d be in the Poz Club for sure. So I suggested this to him, and he said he had several dreams; one was to get pozzed, the second was to be gangbanged, and his ideal was to be able to go to a sex party and fuck without rubbers or worry. So it appeared I had met all his goals with this plan. We set several possible dates, and he let me know which one would fit his work schedule, and I set it up. I went ahead and got him a hotel room near where the party would be held, so that he would be centrally located to the other tops. On the appointed Thursday he called me in the morning to say he was setting out, and then in the afternoon he called to say he was near, so I set off for the hotel after work, and finally met him in person there. I was very excited to see that he was as advertised, sort of a twink at 25, but working out and working on his body, so that he was more than a twink, but still a Boy to my Dad. We couldn’t wait to get to the room to express our emotions fully. As soon as the door was closed we were in each other’s arms, kissing and feeling each other up. I was stiff with excitement, and he knew it and unzipped me and knelt down to suck me up. I had to make him stop, as I had to set up the video camera and the still camera. We were going to capture this on tape and take several pictures of the best parts. He had to clean out, so he did that while I set things up, and by the time he came out, dripping wet from the shower, I was naked except for my harness, armband, cap and boots. My dick was at full staff as soon as I saw his naked body, and we were soon making out, and he took every opportunity to rub his ass against my stiff manhood, making him twitch with anticipation and me about blow my load wanting in that tight hole. I knew he had not only cleaned out but lubed up, as I had instructed him about that prior, so after he stood up from sucking me, leaving my cock wet and dripping his spit, I just picked him up, tuned him around and pushed him down on the bed on his tummy. Then I mounted him, centered my cock on his pulsing hole, and slid in. You know that feel when your mushroom head pops open a tight hole? Here it was; despite the lube, he was very tight. I just let the weight of my body push my shaft down into that bubble butt, till my balls were in his ass crack. He was moaning a lot, but not resisting in any way. I wanted him to get used to the size of what he had up his ass before I started. Once I was buried to the hilt, I pulled him up on his knees, doggie, and was able to get in a little deeper, making him take a sharp breath. Then I began slow smooth strokes, my arms up under his shoulders, hugging him and holding him tight so I could dig in deep, listening to him respond as I hit bottom. Finally I couldn’t take it any longer, I had to fuck the Boy; my balls were bursting with anticipation. So I laid into him, the long deep strokes all the way out and then buried deep, holding him by the hips to center my thrusts on his tight little hole. He was with me all the way, telling me to fuck him, knock him up, poz that neg ass, put my mark on him, which had the desired effect of making me fuck the shit out of his tight Boy ass. When I knew I was getting close I told him it was nearly here, the moment he’d been waiting for, the moment of conversion, and when I felt the cum begin to squirt out of my balls up my shaft and into his ass, I stopped and told him to feel the spurts of my poison cum in his virgin ass. He began to jack his cock then, and would have shot his load, but I told him to stay perfectly still and take his pozzing like a Boy should, and I pumped my filthy load into his willing hole. After my balls were empty I kept fucking him, working the poz cum into his sore neg hole, trying hard to nail him as poz as I could. Finally my limp cock fell out of his ass, and I let him roll over so we could kiss and make out. He was just incredibly excited to be pozzed. He was profuse in his thanks for my dirty cum, so now he could be a poz fucker, too. I didn’t take much talk like that to get my cock stiff again, and since it knew the way to his ass so well, soon we were fucking in missionary position, and he wrapped his legs around my hips and put his heels in my ass cheeks, forcing me to fuck that poz cum in deeper. Those of you who regularly fuck in cum know how great it feels to slide into a warm ass that has been lubed with a load from you or another man. This was one of those glorious cum fucks, so smooth and wonderful feeling. I could fuck like that for hours, but with this hot Kid making out with me as I fucked him, I soon was spurting another hot load into him, and I kept it up till it began to hurt. Again, if you’ve fucked like this you know a second shot right after the first really drains your balls and it feels so good, but the wonderful is coupled with a pain from the empty balls trying to comply with the order for more cum. After that second fuck we just lay there, me on top of him making out, him running his fingers through my hair and thanking me over and over, calling me Daddy while I called him my Boy. I could feel his stiff cock against my tummy and knew he was about to bust his balls to get his rocks off. “OK Boy,” I said, “I’ve done my part and knocked you up; now it’s your turn. I want that last neg load in your balls in my ass. I’ve given you a little of me that will mark you for the rest of your life. I want something of yours to remember you by!” He just smiled and rolled us both over so I was on the bottom and he was on the top. His stiff Boy cock was ready for some action in a Dad’s ass, I could tell. He got my legs up on his shoulders, bent me a little and centered his Boy cock on my hole, spit on his cock and pressed home. It had been a long time since I’d had cock in my hole, but he was gentle at first, till he had his shaft in. Then the lust took over. “So Daddy wants Boy cock, huh? Daddy wants Boy cum in his hole, does he, well Daddy, this Boy is gonna fuck your ass good and hard!” “Yeah Boy, show me how you’re gonna be a gifter now, show me how you’re gonna spread that dirty seed! Fuck your Daddy good and hard, and breed his ass just like he did you!” That was all it took man, he was a fuckin’ machine. His cock was in and out like a piston, and it wasn’t five minutes before he let out a big grunt and planted his cock as deep as he could. I could feel his cock pulse as the cum spewed, and he kissed me hard as he blew his wad in my hole. It felt good to have warm Boy seed in my guts, and I clamped down hard on it and milked his cock of every drop of Boy cum. When he collapsed on top of me he was almost crying with happiness. He was a poz fucker now, he could take it any time he wanted, and he could give it to any man he chose. We made out there with him on top of me until we almost fell asleep. While we were cuddling my dick came back to life, so I rolled him on his side and slid it back into that warm ass of his, feeling all that cum in his hole, and we fell asleep joined like that, my cock marinating in my own dirty cum, with his Boy cum seeping out of my asshole. It was heaven. When we woke up the next morning we were pretty grungy from the fucking the night before, but both of us wanted to do it again, so each of us took a piss and then we got right back into bed and started up again. His ass was not tight this time, but I didn’t care, I had a hot Boy to fuck, and soon he had another hot load of dirty cum in his ass. We took a shower together after that, and played with each other. He got in my ass again, but said he couldn’t get off in that position, and I had one last feel of how great it felt to slide my meat into his cumhole. Then we got dressed and had a leisurely Breakfast. I had to make an appearance at work that Friday, so I left him to rest or go sightseeing as he liked. I later found out he slept till he felt he was up to really getting up, and then he went swimming in the motel’s indoor pool, trying to get himself revived for the poz party that night. I had asked about ten poz tops to join me, knowing that many wouldn’t show up. I also asked a poz bottom buddy, one of my regulars, so that the tops would have an ass to fuck at all times. At the appointed hour they began to show, and each was introduced to my Boy and told that each poz top had to put at least one load in his ass, and you know they all wanted to. The tops were a varied lot. Two were blacks and real hunks. The whites included a bear like myself, a very average guy and one hunky guy. With me that made six tops, plus my bottom friend and our featured bottom Boy. Once we all were naked and realized that we were the group, it was a contest to see who would put the first load in the featured bottom Boy. I decided to fuck my bottom buddy, as I’d had the fun last night, and I’d put my dick in the Kid when I got there just to be sure he was ready, and he was. The two blacks ended up with the Kid between them, so the others were taking turns on my bottom buddy. I’d put a load in his ass first, so each of them was sliding home on my cum. I had my camera out and was getting a bunch of pix of big black dicks probing my Boy’s hole. That was really fun to watch. After each had shot a load in him, and he’d tried a couple of the whites on for size, the blacks decided they were gonna double dick the Kid. I knew he’d never had two cocks in his ass; he told me he’d had a dick and a dildo once; that was as far as he’d been. And I don’t know how many big black dicks he’d had, much less poz black dicks. One of the blacks got him to sit on his cock, and then pulled him down to kiss him, exposing his hole containing one large black cock. The second black got in between the first black’s legs, and stuck his big dick in, and the first black had to hold the Boy still, as he was about to protest, but he held him tight and kissed him, and the second pressed his cock in to the balls. I got some great shots of the two cocks in his hole, two sets of balls mashed against each other in a gooey mess of cum. From that point it was just fuck any ass available. I went out for a smoke with another of the tops, and when we came back there were four men in a pile on the bed, so we just joined in. I was pleased to see the Kid had his cock in one of the blacks, fucking him as he was fucking my bottom friend. This Kid was gonna be a great gifter. One of the blacks spent the night, after everyone else had gone home, and whenever we’d wake up during the night, one of us would be in the Boy. He was really out like a light, I don’t think he knew how many times he got fucked. I got one pic of my cock in his hole, and when I pushed in, a white ring formed around my shaft. I love that feel and I’m so glad I have the pic to remember it. He was a real Poz cumhole that night, and we knew there was no way he was gonna be Neg after that. Saturday morning we slept late. When our black top friend woke up, he wanted to have one final fuck, so I got some great pix of him on top of the Boy. The Boy’s ass was still so open it took the black a real long time to get his rocks off. The black’s ass was just rising and falling, pistoning his cock into and out of that cumhole. He had the Kid on his belly, his arms wrapped tight around him, telling him how he was nailing his ass poz for good. When he pulled out I got a great pic of his big black cock with a long string of white Poz cum coming out of the Boy’s ass. We had to order breakfast in, as the Kid said there was no way he was getting up and going to breakfast and sitting there with his ass leaking cum. When the food arrived he sat on a towel or lay down to eat. He was wiped, and I didn’t blame him at all, he had been gangbanged hard and long. He did get his rocks off in the one black’s ass; he told me he had fucked the one back, so that was good and made me smile. When the Kid felt up to it, we went swimming in the indoor pool. He’d cleaned his ass out enough that he could get into the pool without leaving a cum ring around it. That really seemed to help get him back to life, but he was so tired that after a very light lunch, we both napped for a while. Then it was time to get ready for the party. He had brought along his leathers, so we both wore ours. We matched fairly well, harness, me with band on the left arm, his on the right. He wore his black leather jockstrap, I wore the codpiece with the detachable front, so I could fuck with it on. On the way to the party I was telling him who I hoped would be there, mainly the big tops I hoped would split his ass open. When we got to the party we were among the first to arrive, so the host had his chance to nail the Kid. He lifted him and put him in the sling, rimmed that Boy’s luscious ass and spit on his cock, and then proceeded to fuck the shit outta the Kid, making the sling swing and the chains rattle. The Kid had been fucked hard in the past two days, but not in a sling where you can get in deep and let the sling do part of the fucking work. He was nailed hard and deep. Suddenly his top exploded with a furious fuck stroke, and he grunted hard and held him tight, and we knew what had happened. A few more men had arrived, and they were all standing around the sling watching and jacking and smiling. When the host pulled out, a blob of cum hit the pad on the floor, and he got lots of appreciate comments about what a great fuck that was and how much cum he’d shot. One of the party pigs was licking the Boy’s ass clean, and he was shoved aside by one of the regulars, a former Marine with a beer-can cock, one of the ones I was hoping would fuck the Boy. He didn’t have any trouble getting in that cum-soaked hole, and soon the chains were rattling again. I had met one of my regular friends at these parties, and he was sucking me up, and soon I had him over the fucktable and was doing what I do best, when I heard another big grunt and knew the Kid had a second load in his ass. I was getting close to shooting my load in the guy I was fucking when I felt lips at my hole, and realized I was being rimmed, so I slowed down to enjoy that, and then suddenly there was something bigger and thicker than a tongue in my hole, and I became the filling in a fuck sandwich. I later realized it was another of the regulars, a guy I’ve fucked, and who has fucked me before. He’s got a great cock, not too thick and not too long, just right. Plus he’s a good fucker. He knows how to fuck ass, and he knows how the second top can be a good fuck in a sandwich like that. Basically he’d stand still and let me fuck the guy I was fucking, as that movement would also shove my ass back on his cock. Then about the time I was getting close I felt his hands on my nips, squeezing them both tight, so I knew he was getting close, and I increased my tempo, as I was getting close, too. I heard him moaning and saying Oh GOD! So I knew this was it, go for it, so I concentrated on fuckin my load up the ass I was fucking, and then I felt him cumming in my ass. As soon as I was in the middle of a good, hard cumshot I stopped, so he could fuck me hard and get his load up my hole. When he pulled out I finished pumping my load in the hole I was using, and then my limp cock fell out. Then there was a lot of kissing and hugging and thanking for a very hot time. Then I looked over at the sling and found the Kid with a very pained expression on his face. One of our members is a Daddy who also is an escort, along with his partner, and he is hung like a horse. After the Marine had finished with the Kid, Daddy spied him and the Kid told me later he just smiled and walked up to the sling and stuck his cock in, without touching the Kid, or his cock, the Kid’s ass was so open. Daddy’s cock is immense, and it curves up. The Kid told me he thought it was gonna come out his belly button! He just stuck it in, hard and then laid into him. I’ve watched him fuck before, and know that as an escort, he fucks so much that it takes a long time for him to cum. I kinda felt sorry for the Kid, as he was getting the fuck of his life, and it was after two hot fuckers had already given him hard rides. Big Daddy had the Kid impaled on his fuckpole, had moved him back till the Kid was pratically upright on his shaft, and was just slamming into him relentlessly. The Kid had his teeth gritted taking it, but he wasn’t fighting back, in fact he was urging Daddy on, telling him to fuck him hard and shoot his load. We’ve all heard that “fucking sound” of two sweaty bodies slapping together, and it was so loud now that a crowd was forming, and I had to move up to get close enough to see how it was going. When Daddy finally did cum in the Kid’s ass, he again had him almost upright, and he was shaking with the force of his orgasm. There were lots of men urging him on and telling him what a great fucker he was, so I was proud of the Kid for being able to take that. When Daddy was finished with the Boy, he pulled out roughly and let the Boy swing in the sling, and he was wiped, his head was limp, and I knew I had to get him out of that sling before one of the other guys got at him. I helped him out and took him over to the couch in the rest area, and gave him a paper towel to wipe his ass and legs, as he had cum running down his legs when he stood up. I went out for a smoke then, leaving him slumped on the couch. So I was surprised when I came back in, to see him bent over the fucktable, with another guy up his ass. I have to give it to the Kid, he’s got balls. He had just been fucked by three of the best men at this party, and now he was trying to see if he could get more loads. A line was forming, men waiting their turn, and slowly he took them all on, one after another. So I got in line, as I wanted to see what his ass would feel like after that. The guy in front of me was one of the regulars at the parties, and I knew he was not very hung, so I watched him get into the Kid and knew he’d never be able to get off in him, his cock wasn’t big enough for him to feel anything. But he pulled his cock out, covered in cum, and jacked it between fuckstrokes, and finally jacked enough to get his rocks off, and as he began to shoot, he hollered and buried his cock in the Boy, and spurted his load up his hole. I was proud of both of them! After he pulled out I very gently inserted my cock into the Kids hole, and it was just as I had imagined, a cumfilled hole very loose and worn out. I rooted around a little just to feel all that cum on my shaft, but I knew I couldn’t get off in him either, so I just whispered in the Kid’s ear, asking him how he was and how many loads he thought he had. He said he was sure of eight, perhaps nine. I asked him if he wanted me to stop and let him rest, and he said no way, go for it, give me that cumload. No matter how hard or deep I tried, I couldn’t get my rocks off, he was too loose and there was too much cum in his hole. If he’d been into fisting, this would’ve been the point where I would have pulled out and put my fist up his ass, but he said he wanted to wait on that, as I had told him fisters have a loose hole and not to start fisting till he’d had every cock he ever wanted, and he wanted lots of cock and cum. So I did like the guy before me, I jacked as I fucked him, putting my fist at his hole and basically jacking off as I fucked him, and added my load to what was in his ass. He got rimmed then by several guys really into eating cum out of an ass, so he got up on the fucktable on his back and lifted his legs, and let every one of them taste all that cum. I think he was at the high point of realizing he had taken about 10 loads at a bareback party, and men had lined up to fuck his ass, and now were taking turns eating those loads out of his ass. His dick was pointing straight up, and I thought he ought to fuck one of the bottoms now. But Big Daddy’s partner, also a top, had not had a turn, and while the Kid was flat on his back on the fucktable, he slid his cock in. He’s not a small dick either, though not near as big as his partner, but he makes a respectable living fucking ass and is good at it. He was enjoying the Kid and let him know it, which made the Kid happy. One of the guys that had been rimming the Kid’s ass was up on the fucktable getting rimmed himself, and he bent over the Kid and started sucking the Kid’s dick. The Kid was getting close, and when that happens your ass draws up, whether you want it to or not, and suddenly Big Daddy’s partner had a tight ass on his shaft. You could tell that inspired him, as he was about to fuck the Kid off the table. The Kid blew his load in the pig’s mouth the same time Big Daddy’s partner spewed in his ass, and the Kid was yelling “I’m Cuming!” as the fucker hollered back that he was getting a dirty load, too. That was really hot, and the few of us still standing were watching it in awe. The top pulled his cock out, his PA dripping cum, and one of the pigs standing near grabbed his cock and sucked it clean, and then licked the Kid’s ass clean while the first pig cleaned his cock. The Kid’s eyes were crossed with pleasure. He’d gotten a heavy load up his ass at the same time he’d blown his load, and that is just pure ecstasy. By this time the party was winding down, so when the Kid felt like he was able, I helped him down off the fucktable and again led him over to the rest area and helped him clean himself up. If you’ve seen cumtracks down leg hairs, you have a good idea what he looked like. I wished we could have taken pix at this party, but our club doesn’t allow cameras, as the feeling is the guys don’t want to be identified in pix; too many shy men. I would love to have had pix of his ass and legs. His hole was all rosy and puckered out from the big dicks that had used it and opened it up. He looked like a fisting bottom, but it was big dicks that had done it, all real flesh, no toys or hands. I got him a bottle of water and he downed it quickly even though I told him to take it slow. Before we could get him wiped up he had to piss, and then he was in the john for a while, shitting loads of cum as he pissed. I told him the cum would continue to flow for a while, so just sit on a towel for a time and rest. The guys were all showering and cleaning up and putting on their clothes and saying goodbye, and the usual exchange of phone numbers and cards. We had been among the first to arrive, and would be the last to leave. I finally got the Kid cleaned up enough to shower and then feel like he could put on street clothes. When we got back to the hotel he was surprised to find his shorts cumstained. I told him unless he douched, he was gonna drip cum all night, as the guys had pounded it in deep. He said he wanted to keep it as long as possible, this was the night he had dreamed of for so long, he didn’t want it to end. As we climbed into bed my dick sort of came to life, but I knew the Kid couldn’t take it again, so I just cuddled up against him and let him relax and fall asleep. I knew well that I would fuck him again the next morning, and as often as possible after that. Jerry Prince RawTopDad@AOL.com
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I met a married guy from one of the websites I have a profile. He was kind of shy, said he had played some many years ago but thought he was over it. We met a couple of times, trades some oral, I rimmed him good time which he really liked. We we chatting one day and the subject of fucking came up and he said he'd never fucked a guy. The next time we got together I sucked him to get him really horny and suggested he try it. He insisted on a condom, fumbled a minute putting one on and lost his erection. He was completely embarrassed. I sucked him back to life and had him cum in my mouth. We met a few more times but he wouldn't try to fuck me again. Then, chatting one night, he admitted he still wanted to try it but said he always had trouble keeping it up with a condom on. After agreeing that we were both very safe, he said he'd consider ditching the condoms. Next time we got together we did the usual stroking and sucking and he asked if I was sure about letting him fuck me without a rubber. I grinned big and assured him it was okay. He lubed up and I got on all fours. I could tell when he started rubbing the head around my hole he definitely didn't have performance issues without the condom. He started pushing inside and after a few seconds, my hole relaxed and he slid in deep. His cock is average length but a little thicker then most and felt great. He started fucking me and was doing a great job. He ended pushing me flat down, laying on top of me and fucking me pretty hard. He slowed at one point and asked if I sure I was okay with him cumming in me. I told him I really wanted his load in me and he sped back up the fucking. After a few more minutes he started getting faster, then went deep, groaned and I could feel his cock jerking in me. After he left, I realized what a load he left in me. He must not have cum for days. Looks like I've got another good bareback fuckbuddy.
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I was a cock whore starting at 12. Our yard man was a Dark skinned black man in his 70's . He was not good looking but had a working man's body. I have red hair and very white skin and grey eyes...always very athletic and at the time was running cross country track. He always came Saturday morning, and in winter he would come alone, not too much to do. My parents were gone somewhere and Mr. Green ( I don't know his first name) was working in the backyard so I stripped and walked thru the glass walled den naked and acted like I didn't know he was there. I put on a fuckin show, little whore that I was. I remember pretending that I lost the tv remote and got on all fours to look under the coffee table. Then I "noticed" him outside looking at me. I went upstairs and made sure he could see me spying on him. He disappeared then I heard a knock at the back door. I put on some shorts and he said my parents were to have left payment. I asked him to come inside. There was some small talk and I told him my parents were gone. He asked if I wanted to go for a ride. His truck was a beater and smelled of gasoline. We drove to a house and pulled to the back. It was not his house - it was that of another family for which he did yard work. The house was empty, of course. He started rubbing his crotch and I could not believe what I saw. Nine plus inches and fat. I remember the smell of his crotch, the weight of his cock, and how he held my head when he came. He made no sound and no warning when he came and he held my head down so tightly I barely tasted his come just the after taste. I loved that instinct to swallow and cum going from cock directly to throat. A month or two later we got together again. I told him I wanted him to fuck me, he was hesitant, I was ready my hole was lubed with my mom's KY. I had been jerking off to the idea for over a month, and had discovered where to score poppers so I knew I could take it. We drove to a different house and pulled into their garage this time. We never left the truck though. I blew him then he laid on his back, I straddled him and rubbed my hole on his cock, rubbed my body like a whore, and whimpered. He grabbed my hips and squeezed my ass then roughly pinched my nipples as he would a whore in heat. I had brought a small paper bag with Vaseline (what did I know?) and a bottle of poppers. I asked him if he minded if I took a hit, he had no idea what it was. I said I didn't really know but it made getting fucked easier. I took a hit, handed him the bottle, and tried to ease down, he just stared at me. It was not successful, so he told me to move up to him. He started fingering my hole, I started riding his fingers, we were to two fingers when I had another hit of poppers. Then he put in three and I was in heaven. I slid down and right onto his bare uncut dick. He looked shocked and the started bucking like a sledge hammer. I got up and squatted on him and because I slowed down he knew some more poppers would get me going again. He held them up to me and let me do my inhaling. All the while he just stared at me like pit bull when you have no idea what he's thinking. I rode him while he watched me enjoy myself. When he came there was no sound from him but I could feel his cock throb, I kept riding until his dick slid out, with a lot of cum. I wanted to lap it up but didn't know if it would gross him out. I didn't bring a towel. I moved off of him and he re positioned himself behind the steering wheel, reached his hands to the cum pool, scooped up the jizz, and fed it to me. I licked and nursed on his rough calloused hands with the taste of ass, cum and gasoline.- 1 reply
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I answered a craigslist ad by a couple. They had been a couple for awhile and the top said he wanted to watch his buddy get fucked. I've had a few threesomes and definitely aren't shy and like to put on a show so I was in. The plan was the top was going to sit back and watch. The bottom guy said he like to be sucked for a bit before he got fucked. When I arrived I found two nice looking guys. After an introduction and a handshake, we went immediatly back to the bedroom. The top, Tim, sat back with a beer. The bottom dropped his pants, revealing a very nice 7 inch cut cock that was already rock hard, and laid back on the bed. I got naked too. After handling the guys cock for a minute I bent over and started sucking him. I liked the noise he made. I'd lick and stroke and then take him as deep as I could. Everytime I took him deep, he groaned loud which I liked. I was really getting into sucking him when I felt a tongue on my hole. I looked back and Tim was kneeling behind me giving me a really good feeling rim job. I went back to sucking and stroking the nice cock in front of me. He was rubbing my shoulders and telling me how good it felt. The tongue disappeared from my hole for a second and at the same time the bottom guy pullled me forward by the shoulders. Because of the way I was bent over the bed, this pulled me completely off balance. At the same time I felt two hands grip my hips and a cock being pushed into my spit lubed hole. I hadn't exactly planned for this and started to struggle. The guy on the bed just keep pulling on my arms, keeping me off balance and the grip on my hips kept pulling me back towards the cock at my hole. Within a few seconds, the guy behind me had worked his cock all of the way in me. I was now bent over, still off balance, with a cock in each end. The guy fucking me was just going to town. His cock was pretty thick and with just some spit for lubrication, the friction was riding the fence between pleasure and pain. I tried to ask him if he had a condom on but it only came out as a mumble since the bottom guy had sped up working his cock in my mouth. The two of them got the timing just right so that as I rocked forward, the dick in my mouth went deep, and as I rocked back, the one stretching my ass went deep. I struggled a little a second time, trying to get my feet under me to stand up but with both of them holding onto me it just didn't work. The fuck got a little rougher for few minutes and then the guy behind me slammed deep and got still. I could feel his cock jerking as he pumped his load into me. Within a few seconds, the guy in my mouth did the same in my mouth. After it was over I was a little pissed but the top guy, Tim, named a buddy I had met on the same website that I met these two. During a hookup with my buddy, I had talked about a fantasy of being held down and used by a couple of tops and he had set it up. I was so angry about the whole thing that I'm going back this weekend and let them repeat the whole thing with another friend of their's there who's a top too.
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I have a buddy visiting tonight and tomorrow night and think the best way to show him the town is by having a line of big cocked hot guys ready to breed us tonight. 3 blocks from Logan Circle. -
I had been under a lot of stress, so on my last trip to CA I arranged for a massage. I went on line and found a therapist who sounded like he could give a good massage and send me on my way with a smile on my face. I arrive on time and was greeted warmly. Jon had on a pair of loose fitting pants and a polo shirt. Jon was about 6'2" and very good looking. He led me to the room with the massage table. We chatted for a minute and he asked questions to make sure he would meet my needs and if I had any problem areas, he could work those areas. I mentioned that I was a bottom daddy bear and Jon smiled. He asked me to take my clothes off and get up on the table, face down. As I undressed, so did Jon so both of us were nude. Jon washed his hands in warm water and then took some lotion in his hand and started working on my shoulders. His hands were strong and the massage was deep. I could immediately feel the tension start to leave my body. As Jon continued down my back, I was feeling very relaxed and was so glad I had selected him. The massage continued down my back and worked the small of my back. He would wander a little farther down on my butt, but not very far. Then he transitioned to my feet and worked both my feet and legs. As he worked up my legs, he would brush my balls and start to work my butt. Mmmmmm did that feel good. As he kneaded my butt, he poured additional oil on both my cheeks as well as in my crack. He massaged each cheek and started to spread my cheeks and work down my crack. Some of the oil was at my hole and felt so good. He slowly massaged my hole and I started to moan so he knew I was enjoying the attention. He slowly worked a finger in my ass and that also felt wonderful. As he worked his finger in, I pushed up against his finger and he went in deep. It felt perfect. He added some additional oil and slid a second finger up my hole. I continued to moan as he worked those in deeper and started to hit my prostate. I was in heaven. Jon then got up on the table, knelt down, and spread my legs farther apart, and slid a third finger into my butt. It felt awesome. Jon asked to make sure I was doing OK and I said "Great!" With that I felt Jon move a bit on the table, and, laying on my back, positioned the head of his cock on my crack. I moved with his motions and we both slid back and forth. He added more oil to his cock and positioned his cock head at my hole. I didn't realize how big Jon's cock was, but he had to really push to get his cock head in my ass. It hurt at first, but Jon took it slow and slid in inch by inch. I didn't realize until afterwards, but Jon's cock was 9" and thick. As soon as he was deep in me, he just held there till my ass got use to his size. As my ass adjusted, I started to push up and he knew I was ready for him to start riding my ass. Jon almost pulled all the way out and then plunged back in, he did this several times in long slow strokes. I was in seventh heaven - he felt so wonderful. This was the type of massage for which I had been hoping. Jon picked up the pace and asked if "Daddy wanted him to ride longer and harder" to which I replied "Hell yes." He really started riding me hard and I could feel his cock deeper in me than any other cock had ever been. He really picked up the pace and I knew he was getting close. He then told me he was going to breed daddy-ass, and I said "Give me your seed." Jon stiffened. I knew he was ready to paint my insides. He moaned and let out a cry of "Take it, Daddy" plowed deep and held there. I felt his cock twitch time and time again as rope after rope of cum was shot deep in my ass. I was in heaven. Jon collapsed on my back and laid there till his cock got soft and slipped out of my ass, at which time Jon then got off the table and said it was time to roll over. As I rolled over, I saw how big Jon's cock was, even though it was soft. He then started to massage my feet and legs. He worked his way up my legs and then jumped to my chest and stomach. He massaged and pinched my tits and made me moan. Then he took my cock in his mouth and started to suck my and get me hard. As he did that, he got up on the table so his cock was over my mouth. I took his cock in my mouth and it wasn't long before he was hard again. We both sucked for several minutes. Then Jon pulled his cock out of my mouth and moved to the bottom of the table, he then climbed up between my legs, and raised my legs over his shoulders. It was now easy for him to slide his cock deep in my ass with his cum as good lube. As he started to fuck me long and deep, be grabbed my cock and would stroke it in time with his plunges deep in me. We were both very close and I told Jon so, as my cock started to twitch and shoot my load, my ass tightened around his cock and he shot his second load deep in me. We both were moaning in pleasure, as Jon lay on top of me and kissed me deeply. We were both exhausted and feeling very relieved and relaxed. As Jon slipped out of my ass, he got off the table and got a cloth to clean me up. That was the best massage I have ever had. On my next trip to CA, I will look up Jon and schedule another appointment.
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masc/athletic cum whore looking for hot guys with big cocks and creamy loads to breed him in Logan either during the day or evening hours.
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I Love My Daddy Bear I love my Daddy bear! Here’s how I met him: I had broken up with my last dad after yet another abusive relationship. I went to a local bareback party so I could at least have some sex after being alone for quite some time. I was bent over a railing, one of a group of bottoms, and the tops were going down the line, trying us on, and if they liked one, they’d take him over to the sling or a mat on the floor. So I felt lots of cocks slide into my hole and fuck me a little, then they would pull out and a little later another would slide in. Usually I couldn’t turn around enough to get a good look at the men that were fucking me and the other guys around me. I felt this nice thick piece of meat plug me and fuck me for a while, and he said “Nice hole!” and pulled out and slipped into the guy on my right. As I was going to look up to see what he looked like, a rough top got me by the neck and pushed me down and began to ram his cock up my ass. Fortunately that didn’t last long, as he went on to abuse the man next to me. After that I stood up and went to the john to piss. Then I saw the sling was open, so I climbed in to see what I could get. Again I had an assortment of men fuck my ass, mostly small dick tops that thought they were good fuckers, but they really were not, though I would never tell them that. I urged them on, deeper, harder, but I was really getting the dregs of the party and was about to get out of the sling and give up and go home. Then this distinguished looking polar bear Daddy with a big white beard strode up to me and slid a very thick cock up my well-greased chute and said “You’re that nice hole from over there,” pointing to where I had been bent over. I was in that state of relishing a wonderful sexual experience, so I could barely speak, but I nodded yes, and he began to fuck me good. I’ve had good fuckers but mostly bad, and when you have mostly bad you really know a good one. This was a good fucker because he wasn’t just getting his rocks off in my ass; he was watching my face and smiling when he saw from my face that he was hitting a good place. And he wasn’t just ramming his shaft into my hole, he was just barely penetrating me several times and then sliding all the way home, full shaft, and holding it there just long enough to see me inhale and grab his cock with my ass muscles. This was not a fuck; this was having sex. “You do have a nice hole, Son, and you’re a good fuck!” “Sir, make it better for both of us, breed my ass!” He pulled me up tight against him and grabbed one of my hands in each of his and put them on his nips. “Work my nips, Son, and I’ll plow your ass open!” I worked his nips and it was like I had flipped a switch. He began fucking me hard enough to breed ass. I couldn’t help but gasp “OH GOD!” and that got attention, and soon a small crowd was watching this man fuck my ass. If I would slack off his nips, he would slack off the fuck, and if I would pinch, he would plow me open. When I thought I couldn’t take this pounding any longer I pinched so hard I thought I must be hurting him, and that was when I felt his shaft get even thicker and hotter inside my ass. I bit down on him as best I could, and I swear I felt every spasm when he let loose a stream of hot jizz in my ass. “Holy shit, I’m cumming!” he shouted, but I already knew that. “Breed his ass, show that boy what a real man feels like, fuck that cumhole!” all the men around us were shouting. He really pounded his load far up my hole before he finally stopped and held position with me almost vertical in sling. Sweat was dripping off his nose into his beard. “Nice job, good fuck, great work!” the men were saying. He was staring me right in the eye; it was almost scary. Then he backed me down and gently pulled out and I heard cum hit the floor under the sling. He helped me out of the sling and while I was trying to get my breath and see if I could still walk, he said “let’s go take a shower, Son”, and he took my hand and led me over to the showers. The shower sure felt good after all that sex. I was letting the spray hit me full in the face when I felt his arms around me and his cock probing at my hole. I bent slightly and let him back into my ass, and he kissed the back of my neck and worked my nips while he fucked me standing up. “Want to clean that cum out of your ass?” he asked me. I had no idea what he meant, but I said “Sure!” Then I felt a very warm feeling inside and realized he was giving me a piss enema to clean out my ass. When I felt him stop, he said, “When I pull out you walk over to the commode and sit down and let it out, and then come back here to rinse it off”. I tried to keep my ass together, but there was no way, I had been fucked open first and then had that big cock up my ass again, so I dribbled piss and cum all the way to the stall where I sat down and let it all out. I didn’t bother wiping, as I was going right back to the shower. I joined Daddy bear there and he kissed me under the shower, and it was just wonderful, one of those scenes you see on TV where you meet your true love. He washed my ass clean for me, and played with it, shoving his fingers up it to be sure it was clean. We went back to the lockers and I was hoping he would ask, and he did. “Would you like to come home with me tonight?” I think he could see the answer in my smile. “I’d like that very much, Daddy.” “My name is Jerry, but in private you can call me Daddy.” “I’m Alan, but I’d like to be son or boy to you.” “Exactly,” he said. I followed him home in my car. When we got to his place we took up where we left off. He likes to kiss and make out as much as I do, so we made up for what we had missed at the bareback party and spent a long time kissing before I even wrapped my lips around his dick. I consider myself an expert cocksucker, and he told me I was, and I was relishing every inch of that nice thick cock. I don’t like the long thin ones in my mouth or ass, as they hurt, and the real thick ones are also difficult in each end. This one was thick, but just the perfect length to fit in my mouth, and I knew already how it fit in my ass. I think we tried every position that night. We were making out and he rolled me over while we were kissing and I wrapped my legs around his hips, and his cock found my hole without having to show it the way. I think I like that position the best, so you can kiss while you feel that big tool inside you, stroking, working up to a big fuck. I also like sitting on it, cause you can kiss that way, but in either position we would get to the point where the fuck takes over and he would have to roll me onto my tummy and mount me. I so enjoy the weight of a man on top of me, such pleasant warmth. And with Daddy, that weight just pushes his dick in deeper. I lost track of time that night and don’t remember how I fell asleep, but I was awakened by a dick probing for my hole. I realized then that Daddy had his arms around me and his dick was interested, so I opened up my ass a little, and he slid home. I believe I had a load or two of his cum still in me at that point. He fucked me until we both fell asleep in that embrace. I woke with bright sunlight peeking in around the curtains, when his cock again wanted back in, so I again opened up, and this time he was really awake, and shortly he rolled me over and mounted me, and gave me another wonderful fuck. He was not rough; he just needed to get his rocks off, and I can’t lie and say I didn’t enjoy taking his load. It didn’t take long, after all that fucking last night, and after he planted his load and his cock deflated, he pulled me on top of him and we kissed and made out till my dick was about to explode. Again he rolled me over, but this time it was to suck my cock. He’s good at it, too, and I was so turned on it didn’t take long for me to blow, and he swallowed it all and let my cock deflate in his mouth. He didn’t keep sucking like some men do, which hurts, but just gently let it release the very last drops and then tongued the slit till I was totally drained. We lay there in the afterglow of more great sex, till I finally had to tell him I had to piss. He did, too, so we went in and both emptied our bladders together and then showered together, with him cleaning my ass for me. Then it was breakfast time, and he made me steak and eggs. I told him I could cook, but he insisted, and it was very good. We did a lot of handholding and kissing while we ate. I had a hope about where this was going. After breakfast he took me on a tour of the house, including the dungeon downstairs. I had never seen a St. Andrew’s cross, so he demonstrated it with me as the subject, and I’ve never done any of the things he introduced me to. I couldn’t imagine being restrained while being flogged, but he showed me how soft the flogger was and how it could be used without leaving marks. I was just beginning to discover that light pain could be a pleasant thing. Then he invited me to take a ride in his sling, complete with springs, so the sling moved easily with you. And there were mirrors on the ceiling and walls so I could watch myself get fucked, like I was in a porn movie. Then he lit a cigar, which I discovered is one of his great pleasures, and he showed me how he enjoys smoking as well as using the cherry of the cigar on his bottom’s body. I had never been into CBT, so again this was all new to me. He was just demonstrating and not really hurting me, yet, but he sure was having fun. Since he was fucking me to demonstrate, he decided to give me a good ride, and it was every bit as good as it was at the bareback party, plus the smell of his cigar, which got awfully close to my face when he bent over to breed my ass. When he pulled out he also pulled out a little shit, and I was embarrassed because I had not cleaned out, but he said, “When you fuck a shithole, sometimes you get a little shit, get over it!” He had a puppy pad under the sling that caught it, and he just folded that up and put it in the covered trashcan he kept there for just such reasons. After this we had to take another shower, and you know what that was like; my ass was cleaned out with piss again. He suggested a nap before lunch, and it didn’t take much talking to get me in his bed again. He is just so damn much fun to be with and such and good kisser and hugger. We fell asleep with his arms around me, and I was so happy. Guess what he wanted to do when we woke up? That man is a fucking animal, and that’s one of the things I love about him. His cock just feels so right when it is buried in my ass. I know we are meant for one another. Lunch was BLT sandwiches, and it was over lunch that we got serious. Luckily it was he that suggested I move in with him, and as soon as I could arrange it, I did. I have never been so happy. When he comes home from work I greet him with a cigar, and as he lights up, I unzip his pants and make oral love to that magnificent piece of meat, as it comes to life in my mouth. If it has been a hard day, he will tell me to bend over the arm of the chair and he will penetrate my cleaned out ass (I learned early on to be ready when he comes home) and use me for our pleasure. If he has had a good day, he will just enjoy a blow job and then pull me up and give me a smoky kiss and tell me to relax. I’ll sit beside him on the couch and he’ll rest his arm on my leg. After supper we will watch TV or read until time for bed, unless he is in a real playful mood, in which case we will go downstairs and explore some facet of physical pleasure that we have not yet tried. If not, when we go to bed, it is a rare night that he is tired and just goes to sleep with his arm around me. Usually I will suck him up and we will try all the various positions until he breeds me and I get to sleep with his jizz in my hole. I do have to wash the sheets a lot, but it is worth it. And at times he invites friends over to play downstairs. Sometimes it will be a couple, or sometimes a larger group. He always has to show off what a great bottom I am first, as he likes to start and end every play session with his dick in my ass. I couldn’t ask for more. Every friend of his that has taken me has been enjoyable, but it’s not the same. Some of his daddy friends are great fuckers, but I still prefer his cock. And the boys I chat with are so jealous. Some of them are versatile, and I can be when I have to, and we will play together while the dads chat and compare notes. I am very fortunate to be in this position. And my position is under my Daddy, whenever he wants me, which is often. And that’s just how I like it. I have never felt a man inside me that fits so well or feels so right. And he loves to kiss and make out, so it’s not just sex, it is love that includes sex. Now that I know what turns him on and he knows what I like, we fulfill each other’s needs so well. The other boys tell me that they see it when we are fucking in front of them. They have sex with their daddies, and some of them love their daddies, but some are just along for the ride. It’s a great ride I am on, and I love it and him. I hope it lasts as long as possible. I love my Daddy bear! Jerry Prince RawTopDad@aol.com August 2, 2011
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