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Can anyone suggest places in Ohio where I can get fucked and service anonymous guys? No load refused pig bear. Columbus has one bathhouse, no real adult bookstores. I'm looking for groups, or locations. Can travel to Cleveland or Cincinnati. Wish I could find a master to whore me out.
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Edmonton is my home town and it used to be a better place for gay hookups. However that has since changed and not sure if it is changing demographics or something else but every time I have visited Edmonton it has become difficult to hookup. Again I am in Edmonton for 3 weekends 16-17 Oct, 23-24 Oct and 29-30 Oct staying at Days Inn downtown 100ave/106street. Just need some bare tops to breed me. Open door and open ass fun.
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Missing Dallas' s midtown spa, Club Dallas is so lame compared in action, used to get plowed multiple times and always went home flooded. We should plan a midtown reunion and take over Club Dallas and show the little boys what a real bathhouse is used for. Mmm, fuck me full of cum
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Mobile CUMDUMP @ ur service...all ages races body types...just have a load to dump in my hot as fuk hole. I will get naked A N Y W H E R E. REAL EXAMPLE: A couple weeks ago .. an anon married straight dude met me on Bleeker at Washing Square Park area had me strip behind a dumpster and the at early a.m. (after 2am but before 5am) bend over a fire hydrant on the corner where he only unzipped and fukd my ass while cars honked and dudes went by laughing and shouting at me . I do not exaggerate it s all true...I LUVED EVERY MINUTE of it. Hit me up where you want me naked hole up...I'll be there...NO ONE TURNED DOWN.
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Making the decision to bb - Facing the truth
Guest posted a topic in Making The Decision To Bareback
Finally getting around to writing a longer post on this thread, based on my personal experience and what I’ve observed and discussed with countless other guys I’ve met either in saunas, parties, or online. So let’s be honest about the decision to bareback (and the decision to chase). First a few acknowledgments: yes, it feels incredibly better than with a rubber, it is more natural, and brings a deeper sexual connection when you get filled with someone else’s cum. A lot of people here (including myself) have written that this was the basics for the decision to bareback. But the hard truth is that for me barebacking is self-harm, and being a cum dump is a way of getting instant validation from strangers without the risk of getting emotionally attached: how many of us know the name of the guy inside us? For me, barebacking is a form of self-harm because I’m neg and for a long long time I refused to go on Prep. I was chasing, and am still doing it when I’m low. In my mind, being poz would give me a sense of belonging, being part of a community, and I would finally have made a decision about myself that was truly mine, giving me a true sense of independence. But the truth is that this longing for independence and for belonging come from having been emotionally abused by a narcissistic mother and from an upbringing in the traditional countryside: I was different and never belonged, always trying to please everyone to seek validation, betraying my own self. Reading the fantasy story about the tattoo artist (gifting/chasing stories), I was barely surprised to see that Isaac/Zeek’s mother behaves exactly like mine; coincidence? On top of not belonging, such a parent also gives you the gift of severe low self-esteem, as I was never good enough and only existed for what I could do and not for who I am; but what I did was never enough to get her attention and inexistent love, and so deep down I feel that I am inadequate and good at nothing, only good to disappear from the surface of this planet; and chasing with subsequent full blown AIDS seems like a good way of achieving that. Thus, making the decision to bareback and chase (for they come hand in hand unless you’re on Prep) is in truth perpetuating the legacy of my abusive mother, perpetuating her abuse even when she is now hundreds of miles away (I’ve put a Channel between us). As a result, the decision to bareback was not really mine, it was that of my distorted mind, that of me as a kid 10 years ago. I do not believe in good or bad, but in true or false. This decision was simply not true to myself, to the person I am deep down; it was a decision to give voice to my self-destructive side, it was my mum’s and a straight-jacketed society’s decision. So there may be a few other questions to add to the path that leads to the decision to bareback: is it respectful of myself and others, is it kind to myself and others, does it make me grow as a person, am I seeking something from outside, a temporary fix, or am I enhancing my life? I find that barebacking without Prep answers negatively to all these questions, as does, for me at least, being a cum dump and also gifting. Being vers, I have found a direct link between my mood and which side I choose; I top when I am frustrated or angry and bottom when sad, tired, or despaired. And I want to gift when I am frustrated at the world and project my self-hatred onto others; gifters and alpha dominant males, ask yourself whether you are avoiding looking at your inner emptiness and scares and projecting your self-loathing onto others. Fighting, gifting or chasing do not require real courage; real courage is facing up to our fears (of being alone, of being abandoned, of not belonging) and emotions and learning to process them without using our fellow gay men; we get enough abuse from the straight world, no need to abuse each other on top of that. · -
I quite often will put an ad on Craigslist in the 'strictly platonic M2m' category offering a free, no strings attached, full body massage. I'll mention in the ad that I'm fine with str8, gay or bi men. I don't mention anything about a "happy ending" or sex of any kind. But, of course, the vast majority of guys that answer are interested or at least curious about getting a "happy ending". A few will go farther and fuck me. I had been emailing back and forth with a guy named Matt. Matt had described himself as a 34 year old, str8, but open minded, easy going guy that would be interested in my massage. Unfortunately, Matt and myself were both traveling a lot for our jobs at the time. So, our timing just didn't work out. But, Matt had sent me a face pic that showed him shirtless, down to the waist. He wasn't particularly attractive and had a very skinny body. But, the fact that he was a str8 guy was a turn on to me. I'm home now, after all my travels, for a few weeks over the Holidays. A few days ago I sent Matt an email and told him that I was still interested in massaging him if he was still interested. He wrote back that he remembered our emails and he was indeed interested in a massage from me. We set up a massage for today in the early afternoon. I got to his home this afternoon about 1pm. He met me at the door wearing running shorts and a t-shirt. Just like his picture, he's tall, skinny and not particularly attractive. He invited me in and led me to his bedroom. He had laid out a couple of beach towels on top of his sheets. As I got my massage oil out, he undressed to his boxer/briefs and laid down, face down on the bed. "Do you want to keep your briefs on?" I asked. "What do you want?" he asked. "If you want your hips and buttock massaged, you'll eventually need to take them off. But, it's up to you. However you feel the most comfortable." I told him. He jumped up and pulled his boxer/briefs off and tossed them on the chair. He climbed back onto the bed, laying face down on the beach towels. I removed my clothes, telling him that I was taking my clothes off, so that I wouldn't get oil on them. He didn't say anything. I oiled him up and began the massage. I could hear an occasionally soft sigh or moan coming from him. Barely loud enough to hear. But he was definitely enjoying my relaxing touch. I moved down to his butt, thighs and legs. He spread his legs a bit as I got to his inner thighs. He was giving be all the "signs" that he was open for the massage to go more sensual. I climbed onto the bed, behind him and between his now spread legs. I concentrated my massage now on his thighs and butt. My fingers would brush his asshole and balls. When I got in deep to his inner thighs, he lifted his hips a bit. I slid my hand under him and could see his cock was hard. I spread his ass cheeks and looked at his beautiful hole. I leaned in and licked it. He let out a loud sigh. That was all the encouragement I needed. I dove in and began to eat his hole. He was grinding his ass on my face. I ate him for a few moments, then I came up for air. "Are you ok with this?" I asked. He paused and didn't say anything for a moment, then said, "No. I'm not, really. You're not going to put anything in my ass. You're not going to fuck me. I'm str8, remember?" he said. "Oh, no! I don't want to fuck you. I just want to eat your ass if you like it." I said. He didn't say anything, but he put his ass up even higher. So, I took that as a sign that he wanted my tongue back in his hole. I began to eat his hole again. "Stroke my cock as you lick my ass. You're a fuckin whore. A cocksucking whore. Aren't you?" he said. I stroked his cock as I continued to eat his sweet hole. His cock was about 7" and hard as a rock. But it was very thin. Soon, he flipped over onto his back. I got off the bed and knelt on the edge and began to suck his cock. Because it was so narrow, I was able to easily deepthroat all 7"s of his cock. I'd swallow him to the back of my throat, then milk his cock with my throat muscles. He was loving it. For the first time, he touched me, holding the back of my head as he began to thrust up into my throat. Fucking my mouth like a pussy that was riding him. Over and over again, he'd say. "Yeah, faggott. Suck my str8 dick. You like str8 dick, don't you? What a whore! A fuckin, cocksuckin whore. Fuckin slut!" he grunt. There was anger, aggressiveness and pleasure, all coming out in his voice as he barked at me. I'd reply "MmmnnnHhmmm", I'd moan back with his cock all the way down my throat. I fondled his balls as I sucked. Then I moved a finger to his asshole and massaged his rosebud. He lifted his hips and pushed back against my finger. I spit on my finger and put it back to his hole. I slowly slipped it up into him. I got in so far, I could feel his prostate. It was hard and swollen. As I massaged his prostate, as I deepthroated his cock. I came up off his cock and asked him if he had ever fucked a guy? "No." he said. After a moment he said, "I don't think I want to. And definitely, not without a condom." he said. He paused for a few moments then said, "You got a condom?" he asked. "No. Sorry", I said, then went back to sucking him. For about 5 minutes I alternated between sucking him and jacking him off. "I'm getting close. Where do you want my load?" he asked. "In my mouth. Feed me your cum." I said. I would get him close, but he just couldn't quite cum. He finally took hold of his own cock and was stroking it furiously as I went to his balls and began to lick and suck on his big balls. He was getting very frustrated. He'd get so close to cumming, but just couldn't do it. I was kneeling on the edge of the bed as I continued to suck him. Finally, he pulled himself up and got off the bed. "Stay right as you are. Don't move", he said. He got behind me and spit on my hole. I heard him spit on his cock and he put his cock up to my asshole. I could feel that he was now only partially hard. I didn't think he could slide into me. But, he did. He got his cock into me and I milked it with my ass. I could feel his cock begin to harden again in my ass and he was soon pumping my ass with his cock. Soon he was back to his full hardness. He was now fucking hard and deep. He was slamming his cock into me and slapping his hips hard against my ass as it made a loud slapping sound. He now had grabbed me hard, around the waist and was slamming into me hard and deep. Only about 3 minutes of hard fucking, finally brought him to orgasm. He moaned just slightly, as I could feel his cock throb, as he filled my ass with his spunk. He held his cock in me and slowly would slide it back and forth in my ass. "When I pull out, get your pants on and get out", he said with real harshness. "Yes", was all I said. Finally, he pulled his cock from my ass. As he stepped away from me, I quickly got off the bed and headed for my clothes that were draped across his desk chair. He went into the bathroom and immediately began to shower. From the shower I heard him yell out to me, "You sure you don't have any diseases?" "I'm sure", I said. Laughing to myself. NOW, he's thinking about that. LOL "Don't touch anything. Just get out!" he yelled out. "I'm leaving", I yelled back at him as I passed the bathroom door on my way to his front door. "Thanks for the massage", he yelled back from the shower. "Sure thing." I yell back as I let myself out of his house and head to the door. No doubt, this self described "str8" guy has had many massages and blow jobs from guys before. But, he obviously wasn't psychologically prepared to bareback fuck a gay guy. But, for me it was a "HOT" fuck. I'm always happy to get a str8 guy to cum in my mouth or even better to cum in my ass. -
This guy wrote to me, having been tempted by a pic of my gaping hole on a hook-up site. And since I in turn was tempted by a pic of his cock (6 inches, but VERY thick and with a rather bulbous cock head) we agreed to meet up. So around 10pm I showed up at his house and rang the doorbell and he quickly opened and pulled me inside. As agreed I pulled my jeans down around my knees and got down on all four right there in the hallway. And then he lubed up, pushed that fat cock head against my hole and told me to take it. So I pushed back, tried relaxing my hole, and pretty soon that fat head was inside me! "Great", I thought; "That's the hardest part done!"... And then he pulled out. And pushed in again. And pulled out and... You get the idea. He was working the rim of my hole with that big mushroom head over and over again for a while, and it was so fucking hot to know he was only doing that to get my hole worn out and open. And also so Goddamn frustrating to not be allowed to get his entire cock inside me yet! Eventually, though, he seemed pleased with his work, because suddenly he pushed all the way inside me. I gasped, and I was in heaven! A solid, hard fucking; keeping a good pace and just going at it inside me... And that mushroom head really rubbed all the right places inside me, so I was dripping pre-cum on his carpet while convulsing in pure anal pleasure - until suddenly I felt myself cumming, slowly building up to the point where I shot my load hands-free. He kept fucking, of course. He was by no means done yet, and of course the objective of me showing up at his place wasn't that I wanted to cum, but that I wanted to get fucked. And fucked I was; he had some stamina... After another half-hour of constant fucking he finally started moaning, and I swear I could feel his load pumping through his shaft before it erupted in my hole! He stayed inside me for a bit, moving his cock a bit back and forth to milk out the last drops of his load, and then he pulled out. "That looks good", he said while I could feel his cum leaking out my open, sore hole. I'm not sure if I was proper gaping or not, because he told me to get up and leave. When I got home, though, and got naked on my bed... Well, I could easily get three fingers inside my wet hole, and after a while a fourth one slipped in as well. I always enjoy playing a bit with my hole after a good fucking, just to feel how tender and not-tight-at-all it is after a good cock. And wet... It was a good load!
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I'm looking for a clean, married, bi, sub-perv whose interested in occasionally pushing his limits and blowing off steam with a top daddy. I like it raw and rough, you should too.
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Looking to get into some hot group action with other likeminded pigs in the NCR before the summer weather passes.
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CHAPTER 1 From my earliest moment of sexual awakening, I knew something was happening to me. My body was maturing and my mind was taking on thoughts of sex as well as assembling, processing, and storing what I saw in my family, relatives, and even in the public be it in person or via television. I continued to process and refine. I finally knew without a doubt that I was a homosexual--gay. My seeing certain if not most men stimulated my psyche and libido. I became aroused realizing that my pulse had increased, my breathing came in shallow draws, a light sweat appeared on my body, my balls rolled around in their home, my cock pressure intensified on my underwear, and my eyes transfixed on my latest man of desire for the moment. At this same time, I had heard the catcalls and teasing given to perceived gay boys my age. I had heard the sneering remarks and ridicule given to my own kind. As tactfully as possible, I dissuaded most of the crowd with which I ran to turn to other matters at hand such as class assignments when at school, moving on to our intended destination (movie, swimming hole, ice cream, etc.), and athletic events when at competitions. I was a member of the cross country and swim team at my high school. Nothing of a super star--just an average runner and swimmer that allowed me to exercise and rid myself of some frustrating times. I was still growing but at a slower pace hitting the six-foot mark with muscles from running and swimming but also from the work that I did on my family's farm. I kept 160 pounds permanently marked on our bath room scales. I'm sure that part of that was from the black hair I sported all over my arms, legs, and chest. (It was not for nothing that several classmates called me "hairy ape" and "Neanderthal".) The full mat of black hair that covered my pubic region looked like The Black Forest with a darkened cut eight-inch slab of meat containing huge veins running along the top of it. It all went well with my blue eyes, dark skin--no one seems to know how that happened--short cropped hair, and the seemingly ever-present stubble of black hair on my face which hid my dimples mostly. I tell you all of this not out of pride necessarily, though I am proud, but to give you an idea of who I am. Of course, during the summer I wore very little as I worked around the family farm. This only enhanced my dark skin. The work also improved on my muscles and strength. One of the three ponds on our farm gave me the opportunity to swim to keep up my skill for competition but also was a problem in that they never contained clear water and didn't have the sides allowing me to push off to serve as my end of a lap. No complaints; just making an observation. So, once I hit high school, I found that there was a rumour mill that gave information to anyone who was plugged into it. Naturally, everything reported was always the truth--even when it wasn't and could be proved to be less than factually accurate. There was always some new topic that would pop up and make the rounds though. One had to decide for one's self if such was true as there just wasn't any real proof one way or another. Which led to a topic that got started about mid-year. The grapevine got all noisy late January. No one knows or admits to starting the information around the school. The topic was the local YMCA which was located downtown of course. No one could explain--nor did anyone ask--how the information was obtained but the word spread that the Y had a steam room where queers would hook up and suck cock. Now, that both excited me and made me skeptical as usual of the accuracy of the information. I just could not fathom that as a reality. The rumour kept up for about a month with it slowly fading out in importance to other more pressing high school factual rumours. However, I filed the information away for possible future reference and investigation if the opportunity arose. So, here I was a relatively new admitted gay male who had finally found out a meeting place for other males like myself. I had no clue when I could act on such information but knew that the first opportunity that availed itself for such I would investigate.
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Any places to cruise in Oakland? Ideally looking for park or alley for pump n dumps for a few hours. Bonus points for mask wearers and uncut guys. Prep chubby Asian bottom here.
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How Low Will I Go -The Saga Continues
shinelover posted a topic in Bug Chasing & Gift Giving FICTION
FEELING LOW, FEELING HIGH (How Low Will I Go . . . continued) Well there was no surprise what happened about a week later: I woke up feeling like shit. Worse than shit. I was sweaty and feverish and achy all over. Yup, the fuck flu was beginning to kick my ass. Despite the fatigue, I had enough mental brain power to do a little calendar calculation in my head. I supposed it is possible that taking all of those loads from the AIDS patients at the hospice could infect me severely enough to kick in after a week. Could it? Part of me was still thinking (and maybe hoping) that it was from that first day, with that first skinny wasting man who passed me off at the bathhouse. I knew my 'hope' was a little stupid - it could have come from any of them. Or Stu or David. Or a combination. I could be carrying all of their HIV babies all at once! My stomach was rolling and my mind was spinning. Actually, that was the room. I was thinking too hard about it: I had gotten what I wanted. What was next? I really did feel like shit, but my dick was standing at full mast and I was fucking horny, knowing I was finally a part of The Brotherhood. Even though I really didn’t have the energy, I dragged my sickly ass out of bed, cleaned myself up (and out), pulled on a jock strap, a pair of nylon trackies and a tee shirt, then headed out. I wanted to go back to where it all began. So I hopped a cab just outside of my building. The cabbie kept eyeing me in the rear view mirror and after a minute or so kindly asked “You feeling alright, buddy?” “I’m, uh, just a little under the weather,” I replied, "but nothing to worry about. I’m on my way to get a little more . . . medicine.” He dropped me off at the corner and I walked the few doors down to the black door of the hidden bathhouse. I carefully made my way down the stairs, praying that my legs would hold me up all the way down. The same guy was behind the desk and I slipped him the entrance fee. He squinted at me. He knew. “You okay?” he asked. I wondered just what answer was the right one in these circumstances. T o hell with it. “Fuck flu,” I blurted out. Just then out came the first guy from that first time, the frail and sick looking one. He was smiling at me, and his cock stood mighty and hard. “Time to finish what we started,” he said in a husky voice. He didn’t give me time to undress or find somewhere more comfortable to fuck. He simply pulled me around the corner, yanked my pants down and entered my ass, slam-fucking me hard, with only the precum from his big cock as lube. I was too exhausted to make much of a fuss over the discomfort, and besides, it always feels great to have a man up in my hole, even if it was, on occasion, a literal pain in the ass. For such a slight looking man, his hands gripped my hips quite strongly, his bony fingers digging into me while his big bone dug into my greedy fuck hole. He slammed into me hard, really hard, clearly trying to tear me up inside so that he could ensure a clear path of travel for his potent toxic seed to enter into me again. I closed my eyes for a minute, basking in the hypnotic sound of our skin smacking into one another again and again. I could have died right then and there and would have been one happy pig. He pounded my insides to mush, and he was sweating quite a bit and breathing hard, so I knew that it wouldn’t be much longer. His grip on my hips grew painful as he growled like some sort of wounded animal, his cock swelling inside of me and depositing his viral load into me once again, most certainly impregnating me. He remained in side my ass until his cock grew soft and slid out of my wet and sloppy hole on its own accord. Reaching down, the guy reached down and massaged the cum that had leaked out into my swollen and tender ass. I had expected the other guys who had come to watch to step up and take their turns on me but, much to my disappointment, they didn’t. Instead, he pulled my pants back into place and led me out front where he put his clothes on and guided me back the way I’d come. Turning to him I asked “What’s going on?” “I’ve got something special in mind for you,” he replied with an evil glint in his eyes. Well my initial disappointment vanished instantly and my cock sprang back to life. We took our time slowly ascended the stairs up to street level. I think that we both felt like shit, but somehow we both walked unhindered, and he guided me to a nearby park. I had been by here before but usually avoided it, having seen some of the wasted burn-out types who hung out there all the time. After having been used like a whore as I have been lately, I knew now that I was in no position to judge them. It also occurred to me that I still didn’t know the guy's name but I was following him around like a lost puppy. And he seemed to know a lot of the guys we passed. Perhaps he was one of them. I wondered if that was how he got infected, sharing needles or something. “You think you’ve gone down the rabbit hole? ou've only just stepped through the entrance,” he commented, smirking. “I can tell that you are not the type of pig who will be satisfied until you’re completely degraded and trashed.” My mind was telling me that I didn’t like the sounds of that, but I couldn’t ignore the enormous tent sticking out in front of my pants. Damn this thing sometimes! “We could have stayed at the bathhouse and let all of those guys used you again. But let's face it - been there, done that. You need something new, don’t you? Something . . . more? My heart was pounding hard and my breathing was already more of a pant. How did this guy get into my head like that? I just nodded at him, knowing that everything he said about me was right. I would trust that he would know just what it would take to satisfy my inner pig. He finally stopped at a group of some seven guys, all looking really rough and tough. They didn’t look to be homeless, just really sort of seedy looking. I guess they were just hanging out looking for something to do. Or some-ONE. He pulled one guy away and spoke very quietly to him for several minutes. Every so often they would both look over at me, and the man he was talking to would raise his eyebrows sometimes or smirk at me. When they finished whispering, they both looked at me and said, “Let’s go,” and I, along with the others, walked over to a beat up old van at the other end of the park. It was filthy inside and the back had no seats. One of the guys, a big man who was real hairy bear, grabbed hold of me and pulled me to his lap. “Why don’t you sit on me until we get there?” he growled into my ear. I figured ‘Fine, I’m sure his lap is much more comfortable than the floor’, so I smiled at him. “Well go ahead, lose the pants,” he snapped at me. Duh, he really wanted me to sit on him! Also fine by me, so I stood and shucked off my pants, and then straddled his lap, working his already hard cock out of his pants. One load in my hole helped get his fat uncut cock into my hungry hole. And I do mean fat. He wasn’t longer than seven inches, but he had to be more than that around! I fucking loved feeling his cock stretch my hole open wide. I leaned my head back and smiled to myself, not even particularly aware of the other guys watching me. Only his cock and my hole. He started talking to me, so I snapped out of my personal daze and looked at his face. He was actually quite handsome. I have always loved a bear. He didn’t look skinny enough to be a junkie, not that I had much experience. I’ve always been a lightweight when it comes to substances. “You are a good little whore, aren’t ya'?” he asked, adding “Fuck, your ass feels good on my cock. I’m going to enjoy using you plenty,” he growled as he thrust his hips up to get as much of his cock into my hole as was possible. He continued to growl and rut up into my lusting hole, but after a few minutes I tuned into the other guys complaining to him that he was hogging the hole. Evidently they all wanted their turn. “Fine,” he grumbled. “Get off,” he said to me, shoving me off of his still throbbing dick. My friend who had brought me to these guys was sitting up front with the driver and one other man, so that left me in the back with four guys other than the one who had already been in me. Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.... I didn’t have to bother choosing between them, as the first guy nearest me tossed me down to me knees, shuffled on his knees behind me and hammered his dick balls deep inside me. I howled from the shock of it. He wasn’t all that big, but I wasn’t wide open and gaping just yet so my hole needed to adjust to the sudden invasion. “Shut the fuck up, bitch,” he snarled, ramming into me over and over again. He pounded me like this for just a couple of minutes and then I was dragged onto the next guy, and the next and the next. By this time my hole had loosened up good and was feeling really sloppy. Also by this time we had reached our destination. The van stopped and the side door slid wide open, exposing me in all of my nakedness to anyone who might pass by. The man who I now recognized as the leader of the group (and the driver of the van) grabbed my clothes from the floor of the van and just nodded his head in the direction of the house where we were parked. Luckily as I peeked out I couldn’t see any other houses in close proximity, so I didn’t have to worry about making the naked sprint to the front door. I could feel cum from my first fuck (plus all of their precum and surely some blood) trickling down the insides of my legs as I walked, and my cock got stiffer. Something about feeling cum running down my legs reminds me that I was a whore, which excited me more than ever. They led me down to a rough and unfinished basement, with little in the way of furniture. Or light, for that matter. Just a beat up old sofa, a few folding chairs, and some exposed metal posts and wooden beams. Charming. The leader suddenly grabbed my hands and in a flash, before I could register what was happening, he had me chained to one of the metal posts in the middle of the room. From there he sauntered over to a dark corner where I heard him dragging something. Then he and one of the other guys picked it up -looked to me like they’d build their own fuck bench. Two of the other guys took hold of my legs and lifted me up in the air, which made me feel very much like a frog: arms out in front of me, legs back and splayed, stomach facing down. The fuck bench was slid in place under me and I was set down on top of it. “This’ll be your home until we’re done with you,” the leader said, patting the bench. “Almost all of us have had a turn in you, but not quite. But as none of us have unloaded in you yet, we‘ve got some work ahead of us.” With that, I could hear him unbuckling his pants and saw him kick them off to the side. He entered me and took hold of my hips while he took his time in me. It was a very good fuck, not rough, but not slow and tender either. Just good quality dick in a hungry pig hole. He had stamina, too. He kept it up for a good 20-30 minutes and wasn’t showing any signs of slowing down. Another 10 minutes and he leaned himself down on top of me so he could whisper in my ear. “I just got back from Cuba a couple of months ago. I brought something back with me . . . and it didn't come from the duty-free,” he told me, in a cross between a whisper and a growl, his breath so hot and stimulating against my ear. I felt an instant rush slam through my body. This guy was seriously telling me that he was a carrier of the Cuban strain? I felt a moment of panic, but shoved it down just as quickly. It was what it was. I was a cumwhore, made to take loads - all of them. And I had heard many guys were deliberately seeking out the deadly and untreatable Cuban strain. "Please, fill me with you poison seed!" I yelled. "Come on, knock me up with that toxic cum!!" “Here it cums, slut, my fucking deadly cum going inside you,” he growled in my ear as I felt him tense and his cock expanded and exploded inside me, filling me with his intensely viral seed. My balls exploded at that exact moment, emptying into my mesh jock strap and leaking out in a puddle beneath me. I just dropped my head, moaned through our simultaneous orgasms, and revelled in the entire feeling of freedom and pig sex that had eluded me my entire life. Now I was the way I was meant to be. Over the course of the next couple of hours the guys all had their turns on me, and I learned that they met at a special clinic that was studying the most deadly and untreatable of all HIV strains out there. And they all came together to combine their DNA into some seriously effective and highly toxic strain of HIV. Inside of my body. Yes, the terror was still there, but it didn’t stamp out the sheer lust and thrill that consumed me. I was a bitch in heat now, and no deadly strain was going to stop me from being the biggest cumwhore I could possibly be. The guys actually kept me there for a couple of days, letting me move around freely only long enough to stretch my legs and to rehydrate. No food. I was fucked beyond fucked. My asshole was now a permanently gaping sloppy cavern, and the guys could just dive balls deep into me with not even a flinch from me. I could still feel them inside of me, but I’d been stretched and torn up enough to be able to accommodate anything. But it was that Cuban load that really opened the floodgates to all of the depravity that I experienced over the course of those couple of days. Maybe I’ll get into a little more detail . . .- 35 replies
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HOW LOW WILL I GO? (A Fiction/Fantasy Story) Chasing started as a natural progression once I began taking loads bare. Something inside of me just hungered. For cum. More and more cum. And then not just any cum but viral loads. After months of taking every load I could get up my ass, including several HVL’s from HIV poz fuckers, I got my last test results -still negative. What does it take? How far am I will to go to get what my body needs to satisfy this craving? How low will I go? I was walking home from work one day and passed a guy, much smaller stature than me. At first I just thought he was a little guy. But when I glanced at him just as he passed, I noticed that he wasn’t a small guy. He was wasting. This was the first time I had actually seen a man with FULL BLOWN AIDS in person -naïve, I know. The thought of it had always terrified me until I began chasing. Now, taking one look at him . . . something happened. Without even thinking about it, I found myself following him another block to a black door in between two businesses. I knew there was a sort of hidden bathhouse somewhere around here, but had never had the nerve to check into it. I had always heard that the most hardcore and nasty types of guys went there. And every disease available was floating around from guy to guy in that place. The stuff of nightmares for the younger me. Now? It was the stuff that was making my dick swell in my pants and my ass involuntarily yawn open. I need something in me now! I followed the wasting man down the dark stairs towards the glow of a room opening at the bottom, filled with the sounds of pulsing music and the grunts and groans of pure animal man sex. After he payed his entrance feel, he glanced over his shoulder and saw me. I don’t think he’d been aware of me following him, but his eyes showed some recognition when they locked on mine. “Did you turn around and follow me down here?” he asked, his voice surprisingly deep, raspy and sexy. The desk clerk took my money and went back to playing on his phone, not caring what we did from that point on. “I, uh, yeah, I guess I did,” I admitted. I followed him to the changing area and stowed my clothes, while we continued to talk. “Why?” he asked me. It wasn’t a suspicious question. He seemed sort of playful at the thought that I, normal looking, ‘regular’, healthy guy, would follow him into a seedy bathhouse. I decided to just bite the bullet and be brutally honest. Nothing to lose, right? “Well, to be honest, the first thing that went through my mind when I walked passed you and really saw you was ‘sex’. Now.” He laughed, but not at me. “You really want to have sex with me? Do you have any idea what is coursing through my blood right now?” I swallowed over my dry throat and looked him in the eyes. “Yes, I do.” “And you still want me to fuck you?” The giant bulge in his jock told me that he wanted to fuck me, too. “Yes.” “You realize that I will only fuck you bare. And I will not pull out. You will get all of my toxic AIDS seed in you. Is that really what you want?” “Fuck yes,” I growled. He smiled a very devilish smile and yanked me by the hand to follow him through a couple of doorways into another dark space. I could hear sex happening everywhere around us, and it only made me crave it so much more. In fact, it wasn't just the sounds. It was the smells. That intoxicating blend of sweat and cum that has always worked better than a bottle of poppers for me. My stomach was a jumble of nerves, and I was both scared and excited at the same time. I knew that I was crossing a line that I couldn’t uncross. But logic had flown right out the window and I was just doing what an animal does, following my hunger. After a few minutes in that room my eyes adjusted to the dark. I could see a few different pairs, in the midst of their sucking and fucking, lost in their own worlds of depravity. Suddenly I felt his fingers at my hole, testing to see how tight or loose I was. It was going to be a tight fit no matter what given the bat he had swinging between his legs. It looked almost wrong -such a tiny body with such a huge cock. I suppose if he was at a healthy weight it might not have looked so extreme. But it was his wasted look that had gotten my attention, anyway, so I didn’t care. He pushed me down onto a small padded bench, giving him a better height and access to my opening. I heard him pumping his dick to full mast with a lubed hand, and then he started pressing into me. I knew that this was not going to be slow or gentle, and he just kept pushing, forcing my hole to open and take him into me. He just kept pushing and pushing, and I swear that I could feel my inner lining splitting a little. That little thought and realization made my heart thump wildly in my chest. Am I really doing this? He made me bleed, I’m sure. There is no escaping his bugs now. The force and heat in my ass naturally took over, and I found myself shoving myself back hard onto his huge cock. “Fuck yeah, take it!” he yelled, slapping my ass hard. He stopped only for one second when I felt his bony hips flush against my round ass cheeks. And then he yanked himself back, almost all the way out, and the drove back into me. HARD. I couldn’t help but grunt and growl. I was giving into the animal, I might as well sound like one, too. There was nothing fancy going on, no switching positions or breaks. He just stood there and pounded my pighole over and over, for at least fifteen or twenty minutes. I was impressed with his stamina, not knowing what to expect with his frail looking condition. As his fucking got even harder and deeper, it felt like his cock was growing even bigger inside of me. And I knew that he was getting close to cumming. This is it, am I really going to let him cum in me? I could pull off right before, it’s not too late. He started growling, and then spoke for the first time since he’d penetrated me. “I’m getting close buddy. There’s no backing out now . . . you’re going to get my load.” Oh, fuck, I forgot that he made it clear he would not be pulling out. The tingling in my stomach met with the fire in my groin and ass and I knew there was no need to deny it. “Fucking give it to me!” I yelled, surprising myself at how loud I’d been. “Knock me up!” “You want it? You want my AIDS?” he asked. “I’m going to pump you full of my toxic seed. Fucking knock you up with my AIDS babies.” “You got a neg ass there?” I heard one of the other guys ask. “Yup,” my fucker replied. Getting as loud and vocal as we’d gotten, I shouldn’t have been surprised that we attracted an audience. And they had all stopped their own messing around to watch me get impregnated. Knowing all eyes were on me taking this stranger’s dirty seed seemed to make something snap inside of me and I felt like a true cumwhore. Now all of the guys were yelling at us, at him, to get me pregnant, to trash my hole, to pound me and rip me up. And I was really getting into it, shoving back hard to feel every inch of him in me. My hole felt gaping, sloppy and wet, slick with my own ass juices, his natural lube and my blood. Finally he growled through clenched teeth, gripped my hips so hard it hurt as he impaled me balls deep as he emptied his balls into me. “That’s it, take it you fucking whore,” he finally panted as his cock began to soften after a few minutes. I looked over my shoulder at him and smiled. He smiled back and said, "You must be a fucking whore to follow a guy you don't know, who is full of AIDS, and beg him to breed you." He slapped my ass one last time and let his cock fall from my hole. So there I was, naked, on my hands and knees on a little padded bench, in a room filled with strangers, panting and covered in sweat, with a butt full of toxic high viral cum from a FULL BLOWN AIDS fucker. And I felt happy. And I wanted more . . .
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Written and posted by HogBear - This story is a work of fiction and contains references to forced breeding, forced chems. The age of consent where this story is set is 16 years old for Gays or Straights - Easily Led - Part 2 From a different point of view…. I saw them arrive in the sauna, I was just having a cup of tea in the bar area of the sauna. You can chill out and pace yourself before returning to the action. Its also a nice place to watch new guys arrive. These two guys turned up laughing and joking together, maybe a couple or just mates, who knows who cares really. Both in their mid 30’s I suppose I ain't very good at guessing ages. The taller one had a large nose ring and a short beard the other was a stocky skinhead, neither would be on the cover of boyz but nice normal blokes. Just my type! Some people arrive at a sauna as if they are ashamed of where they are and don’t really relax until they are getting undressed. But these two seemed proud of where they were, joking loudly about how much sex they were after. Got to admit I like that attitude. My eye followed them to the changing room. They did not waste anytime in there. And they headed off with the shorter one leading the way with a small bag in his hand, the bear looking a bit lost followed behind. I finished my tea and read the paper for a bit, no point rushing I had all day and it was only lunch time. After a short time, I thought I would go for a stroll around. The sauna had an number of floors with the usual steam rooms and hot rooms. Personally I can’t stand those rooms, I prefer to get hot and sweaty through my own actions. I soon came across the guys I saw arriving. The bearded one had got in to a sling in one of the larger sling rooms. Funny thing was he was still wearing a jock in the sling. His mate had put a blindfold on him and was just getting him settled. He winked at me as he got a piece of paper of his little bag, sticking it to the door with some blu-tack. It read “ No condoms! No lube! Don’t take the blindfold off And don’t touch his cock” I smiled at the guy, “your boyfriend” I asked “nah, actually just met him in the flesh today!” he grinned back “Your kidding! And he’s up for this having just met you?” “Who’s cum do you think is being used as the lube” he winked at me. The sling was one of the five point ones with a strap behind the bears head. It was set at a odd angle, normally the head end is raised up but these guys had adjusted it so the head was at crutch level. Whilst I was taking this all in, the other guy had left the room leaving his mate in the sling, and already the vultures had started circling. A thin older skinhead was already rubbing his cock against the bear’s face. The bear turned his head and took the cock straight down his throat. The skinheads eyes rolled back in his skull and you could see him lift himself up on his toes to slide his thickening cock in and out of the willing throat. I moved round to the other side of the guys head, ready to get my cock lubed up. I grabbed the skinheads nipples, and started twisting and pulling on them. The skinhead started to growl. He pulled his cock out and move round to the bears arse. I rubbed my cock against the bears beard, my long foreskin was heavy with cheese, don’t really care if guys don’t like it there’s always someone who does! The bear started sniffing at my foreskin. I swear he was purring. Looking over at the skinhead I could see him feeling around the bears arse. He looked up at the note pinned to the wall, he looked at me and sort of smiled and shrugged he’s shoulders. Taking a firm grip on bears legs he lined up his cock. Catching my eye he nodded and smiled as he pushed in I pulled my foreskin a little way back and placed it in the bears mouth. The bear went in to a fucking frenzy, sucking and licking on my cock head. The skinhead started pounding the bears arse. Just then the guys mate comes back in the room. “That’s it ram my pos cum further up his negative arse”. I’ll admit I was shocked to hear him say his mate was neg but I could feel my cock harden in this neg bears mouth. It might be wrong to knowingly fuck a neg guy but fuck its horny to know they have put themselves in the position to take it. Grabbing the sling frame I started to pull my cock out of the bears mouth then lower it back in as he sucked hard on the head trying to get all the taste off it. His mate started twisting the neg bears nipples encouraging the skinhead to pound the arse harder. You could see he was gona cum any second, “don’t pull out! cum up his negative hole, breed him hard” The guys mate said tearing at the bears nipples. The skinhead looked like he was gona pull out but at the last second thrust hard in to the bear, who arched his back and pressed back on the impaling cock. Whilst his throat massaged my cock with his groans. You could see a wet patch forming on the bears jock as he came without touching himself. The skinhead pulled out and looked about to collapse, the bears mate helped steady him and lead him round to the bears head again. I took the hint and tried to pull out of the mouth, it did not want to give up my cock and I had to pull it out. It popped out like a cork from a bottle. The fucker had cleaned every trace of cheese from my cock, can’t remember the last time it looked that clean! I moved round to the bears arse not before noticing that along with the slime of arse juices on the skinhead cock was a splattering of red blood. Lining up my cock with the hole it already looked swollen and abused. Taking my time I pushed the head of my cock in, the arse may have looked abused but it sucked me in and gripped me nearly as hard as his mouth had. The bears mouth was busy cleaning the skinheads cock. The colour was returning to the skinheads face, he looked at me and smiled “is the fucker sucking you in with his arse too” “yeah” I laughed, “its like a blow job!” “I swear he sucked my cock back in when I was gona pull out” Laughing he left the room calling back he will send up some more guys to get a vacuum fuck. The bears mate stuck his semi hard cock in to the bears mouth and smiled at me. My focus was on the tight little hole, I started winding my hips opening the hole up so I could pound at my leisure. The bear must have realised what I wanted as his arse relaxed. It went from a firm grip on my cock to a normal warm haven. I started picking up speed, using my weight to ram further in to the hole feeling his internal rings spasm against the assault, the recent load of cum gliding my way deeper. The noise of more people coming in to the room did not distract me. “Right Tony! Hear you got another neg guy wanting in to the club!” the bears friend pulled his thickening cock out of the bears mouth and went round and hugged his mates. The took up positions around the bear in the sling and I felt Tony move round behind me and reach round and twist my nipples and slide a finger in to the bears arse under my cock. “want-a-taste” he said in my ear. “yeah” was my natural reply. He slipped another finger up the arse against my cock then brought his hand up to my mouth. The taste was wild! cum, arse juices mixed with more than a splash of blood. It was the last straw for my throbbing cock and I unloaded a huge wad in the cum sponge that was this bears arse. As I pulled out I felt the arse close up and suck the cock off my arse. “Need it cleaning” the guy called Tony asked, “your joking! this fucker just sucked off 2 months worth of cheese I got to build it up again now!” Tony laughed and said come back in an hour or so, nothing builds up cock cheese like a good soaking in a cum sponge. I left the room at that point needing to chill out a bit and recharge. It was over an hour later I had a chill out in the hot tub and was just finishing a bite to eat in the bar. I noticed Tony come in to the Bar and I nodded “hi” he came over “mind if I sit here for a bit” “sure no problem, park your load after all you gave me somewhere to park mine” he laughed we chatted for a bit about this and that and the bear in the sling. Tony said he don’t know if he’s pos or not but is sick of not letting go, its his choice and his body. Is he still up there I asked” yeah” he’s happily flying on cock right now, I’ll go back in an hour but I need to put my feet up for a bit. The group on the next table, four guys got up and before heading back upstairs they went in to the changing room. I noticed cos' they kept looking back at us and clearly talking about us. We chatted a whilst having our drinks Tony seems a nice guy maybe with an evil streak for leaving a mate he’s watching over alone in a sauna but fuck it the guy can’t expect to have Tony stand there for hours. There was a peice of jailbait watching Tony, I’m surprised they let him in to the sauna he did not look 18 but as I said I am no good at ages. I told Tony he was being watched, from his reaction, young was clearly his thing. Still the chicken got spooked because he was noticed and hide behind his newspaper. I left Tony in the bar, and went to see if any action was going on. Sounds of slapping got my attention, they always do. It was the sling room with the bear in. The group of four who had been in the bar around the bear, one fucking his face the other two were slapping the bears chest and stomach which was already red with white hand prints showing up on the burning skin. The forth guy seemed to be the ringleader and was fucking the bears arse. I noticed that the bears wrists were now tied against the chains holding him in place. Still his body was still squirming back against the guy fucking his arse so I just stood back and enjoyed the show. Leaning against the wall I watched the guy fucking pull all the way out. He had a huge PA in it had to be at least 15 or 20 mm thick and a large diameter he started punch fucking just the pa and head in and out of those red arse lips. The bear was trying to back on to it but the fucker kept control and would not let more of that huge cock go in. The bear was pushing back all the way now. Whilst trying not to lose the cock from his mouth. Signalling to his mates to slap down hard on the bears chest and belly he rammed in. The bear would have screamed out but the cock in his throat pushed down pushing his head off the sling, so it was forced down with the guys nuts pressed over the bears nose. The big lean fucker with the huge PA came up the bears arse with a roar but did not let up pounding the arse causing the cum to froth out of bears arse. I left at this point cos it was clear that the bear was gona be their fuck toy for a while longer. The rest of the sauna was busy with action in the glory holes but nothing to match the wild scene in the bears sling room. Eventually I found myself back outside the bears sling room. Wondering if the group had finished with the bear I could hear voices in the room. I could hear one of the guys say “As you been a good piggy we are gona leave you with a little treat” I opened the door and could see the bear in the sling with a band around his arm. The big PA fucker had a syringe in his hand with a red mix of fluid in it. He found a vein and shoot the bear up. Pulling out he tore off the arm band. The bear started coughing. The fucker turned to me and said when he finishes coughing he will be begging for something up his arse. He’s already had a fist! Anyway he’s yours now. Laughing he and his mates walked out. The bear was left groaning in the sling cum and piss dribbling out of his arse forming a puddle under him. His Jock now soaked in his own pre-cum and cum. Now you would have to be a fucking saint not to get hard at the idea of abusing that hole further.. as I touched my now hard dry cock against the arse lips. Incoherent groans gargled out of the bear. My cock slid in with hardly any resistance. A couple of furry guys wandered in and with my smile of encouragement joined in abusing the bear. One reached through my legs with his hand.. feeling my balls, then reaching further he started sliding his hand along my shaft in to the bears wreaked hole wrapping his hand around my cock he began to jerk me off. Now I have done almost everything but never had I done this. The other guy had straddled the bears head with his cock down his throat his balls pressed against the bears nose his weight being held by his arms hanging on to the sling frame. I lost it with the sensation of the hand in the arse wrapping around my cock just made me blast that arse again. I pulled out stepping over the guy crouched down under me with his hand still up the bears arse. The guy hanging down over the bears face lifted him self up and off the bear gasped for breath and got a face full of my piss instead. Turning his mouth towards my piss he gulped it down like a man dieing of thirst. I left the room then passing the young lad who was hanging around the sling room door afraid to go in by the looks of it. I showered to get the blood off my cock and saw Tony in the bar talking to some of his mates from earlier. I felt it only fair to let him know that his mate was flying and also since he had been such a good ring master that the chicken was hanging round the sling room. Tony did not seem that worried about the bear flying, he’s a big boy he can handle it he said but hearing that the chicken was hanging around I could see got his interest up. Leaving him to the hunt I headed home completely drained.
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A) What are the best criterias for Barebacking ? 1) Smooth 2) Hairy 3) Tight 4) Loose 5) others B) Does races makes a good eg asians, hispanics makes a good choice too ? C) Ony Gays guys are inyo backing D) Straights are not into BB ? I, as an asianm feel BB by a straight man is more slutty. It more challenging since straight BB a other man. Experience BBer are also challenging. Lets share differences between asians and whites BB Toobad, in Singapore herem we have not much of these options.
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ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE - WORKED OVER BY THE BOSS'S SON
versmetropig posted a blog entry in Blog versmetropig
Another member on this site recently asked if any of us had slammed at work, or at least pnp'd. I actually have a few times... never slammed at work, but have blown clouds/snorted at work and had sex at work at the same time. In my blog here, I've written up some of the times I had pnp experiences as both a performer and as a Realtor (usually in an empty house or client's house who pnp'd and gave permission) but I actually HAVE had sex and partied some in office situations over the years. During the Recession, both performing work and house sales were down, so from 2005-2010 I also managed buildings in NYC, the management company I worked for had its office in Riverdale in the Bronx, in what was originally the pool house and club of a multi-building development... the offices were right next to the pool and my personal office was in one corner of the structure down a long corridor and had both a door to the inside corridor of the building, AND its own door to the exterior into a small fenced in area adjacent to the pool with a latched gate door. My boss' older son was a college age kid who just finished his freshman year and was now serving as a lifeguard at the complex pool during his summer vacation. I was frequently the last person in the offices, as most left by 5:30 and some nights I was there until 7 or 8 or later by myself. The pool closed at 6pm, and if the boss wanted to leave early and I was staying, he'd ask me to bring the kid home to the burbs where we all lived. I had no idea up until this point that the kid was gay, let alone that he appreciated chemplay. I mean, come on, he was only a freshman - though I was pretty "advanced" at that age I seldom meet too many others who were (or are). One of the first times this occurred, Stefan came into my office closing the door behind him, still in his long red lifeguard board shorts and a sleeveless white cotton top - open to show his washboard - and flipflops showing his oversized bare feet. I knew the kid was hot - frankly, so was his dad, my boss, and the company actually had a reputation of hiring very attractive and fit male employees - but this went beyond. While running his hand up and down his treasure trail, he mentioned that I was "busted". Tearing my gaze away from the pretty sight, I asked "why"? He proceeded to tell me he found my profile on Nasty Kink Pigs and a PNP oriented site that was popular at the time. The pictures being obviously me, I couldn't deny it, and he described them to me perfectly. Intrigued, I asked what he was doing on those sites and did his father know he was gay? He replied that he found those websites that year at college when he really found and accepted himself, and no he hadn't come out to his parents yet. He said he certainly wouldn't say anything about my extracurricular activities to his father so long as he and I could "indulge" them sometimes on the evenings I was driving him home... I told him I was flattered, and wanted to know exactly which activities on those sites he wanted to indulge in, and would I be playing teacher or did he have experience? He smirked and replied that he was looking for the bareback chem sex experiences he learned to love that year at college that took him from a naive virgin to a "probably poz party boi"... I was, suffice to say, a bit stunned. Now, to be fair, in the summer of 2006 he wasn't the only one with a 6-pack, at 43 I was still doing some modelling and in really great shape, so it wasn't TOTALLY insane for a hot college freshman to come on to an older guy, but JEEZUS this came out of nowhere, and DAMN was it hot. He proceeded to tell me he knew exactly how to make sure we were never caught (and we never were...) since my office was originally intended to be accessible after hours by the pool staff, the inside door to the rest of the offices could not only be locked and bolted, but the outside door could be locked and the gate to the little inner fenced area (the fence was 8 feet tall and opaque) could also be locked and bolted... to gain access from outside, someone would have to ring a "doorbell" and from the inside, if anyone entered the office suite, an electronic "beep" sounded in my office. There were no security cameras in my office, or at my end of the hall, or in the fenced area - and I could turn on the burglar alarm and exclude my office until I (or we) left. Stefan had thought it all out. With those assurances, I agreed. That first time he had a little bit of his own stuff in his pool bag, and I ran out to my car and brought my play bag in - out came two pipes and the clouds started. I kept asking if he was sure, and he said he liked fantasizing that I was his coach... DAMNATION he was hitting all the right buttons. That night was mostly just oral (we both rinsed off and washed up in the small shower the little bathroom my personal office had) sucking and rimming mutually... he had a real swimmer's body, 6'4", trim, slightly out-sized shoulders, long thin floppy dick and nice muscular if not large ass, green eyes, tanned white skin, torso naturally almost hairless except the treasure trail but waist down hairy like a satyr or something... Our sessions eventually included fucking each other on my desk or the floor or on a pool lounge chair brought inside, with porn playing all but silently on my computer from my external hard drive, and always with us blowing clouds, booty-bumping, snorting or hot-railing. The first session where we fucked, I had him fuck me first - he was rock hard and his youth and relative inexperience showed in his impatience to get his raw tool in me resulting in some soreness for me that evening and the next day - but his skills improved over time and that long cock of his was quite the enjoyable after-work treat, along with the copious loads he would fill me with. That same evening, when it was my turn to fuck him, I kept reminding him that I was poz, and was he SURE he wanted me to bareback him. He told me he was sure, and that he was fairly certain he'd been pozzed since he'd done several group scenes with guys he knew to be poz and took their loads... I was still a bit uncomfortable with that, and though I fucked him bare, I did not begin breeding him until he'd gotten his test results back a couple of weeks later (he was poz as he thought). He loved to spew out his filthiest fantasies as I pounded that hot frat boy hole. As summer progressed I was able to hook him up with my contact-buddy for supplies so he could pay less than in the burbs. A couple of times we had group scenes at my bud's place on Central Park West and the guys present would descend on Stefan like starving animals and he loved every minute, though we always had to leave reasonably early. He also had a friend up from school who stayed with him that summer for a week and came to the pool with him everyday that week - it was the only time we ever had a third join us in my office - a pretty Filipino kid, Alberto, with another swimmer's body but much shorter than Stefan, about 5'6" smooth all over and rippled with trim muscle, brown eyes and black hair with an incredible serpent tattoo wrapped down one leg. He was happy to blow clouds with us, and fortunately he was into "Daddies" like Stefan was, and really enjoyed getting spit-roasted from either end the three times he pnp'd with us. He even came in and gave me a blow job under my desk on one of the days they were heading home with my boss and not me! Stefan claimed to be jealous, but between him needing to be at his lifeguard post AND being 6'4" there was no way he could repeat that particular performance! Damn we had fun until he had to head back to school, and we repeated our hi-jinx the next summer (2007) as well. However, when the summer of 2008 rolled around he stayed at his school in Florida for the summer and eventually moved down there permanently and that crazy memorable set of experiences was over. And true to Stefan's promise, we never got caught! Though we both mentioned many times as we played how hot it would be to get his handsome dad high and convince him to join us. Considering the male employees he tended to hire, there certainly was a possibility that he was at least bi-sexual, but suffice to say, that was a fantasy we were NOT stupid enough to attempt! We already took enough chances!- 10 comments
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I'm a top. I've encountered bottoms who let me fuck them raw but insist I pull out b4 I cum. It's really frustrating.
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Working in my garden, hot day so wearing boots, shorts and a tank. The heat always makes me horny so I was sporting a decent bulge in me shorts. Made eye contact with a tradie (gardener) working next door. We started chatting’ I told him he looked fukkin hot in his shorts. He said the same about me. I asked him over for a cold drink. He said he’d be over in 20 once he’d finished. I let him in, his body was glistening with sweat and his tank and shorts were soaking - hot sweat stain on his ass crack and armpits. I dropped to my knees and sucked on his balls. He smelled so manly. He shoved his cock in my mouth and fucked my throat. He was moaning and grunting and I thought he was about to nut in my mouth but no. He wanted my ass. I lay down on my belly, spread my legs and and presented my hole. He mounted me, rubbed his cock up and down my sweaty crack then his helmet found my hole and he pushed in deep. He lay down on my back, pumping my hole. We were slipping against each other with the combined sweat from our bodies. He said he was getting close but promised he wouldn’t cum in my ass. I said, fuck that, empty your balls in me bud, I want your load. He said aww fuck yeah and within seconds he was shooting his load into me. I love summer, so many hot sweaty horny men.
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-And you know I'm going to use that as an excuse to get fucked, right? So yesterday I agreed with a top that he'd fuck me behind the dunes at a local beach! I got there, found a nice secluded spot and sent him the map coordinates so he wouldn't have to wonder around for ages to find my arse. YAY for GPS in mobile phones! While I waited I had a quick dip in the sea; I love swimming naked, and fortunately that's legal at all beaches in Denmark (though perhaps not advisable, since not everybody appreciates it - it's seems more considerate to go nude on... Well, on nudist beaches!). After that I got back to my spot and lay on my blanket in the sun, slowly drying off. (Pic from last year, as I didn't take any yesterday.) So there I was, arse-up in the open air and waiting for a man to come and fuck me while my arse crack was still damp from the sea. I got a text message from him when he had arrived at the parking lot, and I knew it would take him around 5 minutes to walk to my spot, so I closed my eyes, arched my back to make my arse stick up more, and then I waited. I could hear a rustling in the grass as he approached, and then I felt his shadow over me. I lifted my arse a little higher, just so he could be in no doubt he'd found the right spot... He knelt down between my spread legs, and I felt his hands grab my buttocks and pull them even further apart, exposing my hole completely. And then he dived in! When we'd been messaging he'd said he was really into rimming - and he definitely went at my hole with enthusiasm!!! Biting at my hole, sucking on it, lapping at it, pushing his rather skillful tongue inside me... Basically anything a mouth and tongue can do to an arsehole, he did! Some men are just really talented at rimming! And because he was so goddamn good at it, I just lay there and moaned and didn't once beg for cock! Which is rare for me; normally after a man has rimmed me for a minute or two I begin begging to get fucked, but I let him take his time and do as he wanted, simply enjoying how expertly he was relaxing my hole and making it dripping wet with his saliva. It felt like he was rimming me for ages, but perhaps it was only 15 minutes before he said "If you have any poppers, now would be a good time to take them!"... So I did - and my arse always shoots into the air when I take a few deep hits of poppers; they really make me so desperate to get fucked! And I heard him undo his zip and get out his cock, and then he spoke again: "Lube or spit?"... And of course I chose spit. He ordered me up on my hands and knees and told me to take another hit of poppers, and then I felt his cock head teasing my hole, running circles around it. And to be honest, my will-power only goes so far, so the whole "let him do it as he wants to" went out the window and I begged... And he kindly obliged, pressing his cock against my hole and then giving me the full cock in one slow thrust! He was an expert rimmer, but the fucking was pretty damned good as well! Different speeds, different angles, different depths of thrust... It was all good and I was in heaven! The stamina he had exhibited while rimming... Well, ditto for fucking! Normally an outdoor fuck tends to be on the brief side, but he went at it for a good while! And yeah, he came inside me. Of course; where else? And as I heard him packing up his cock and doing his zip I thought that was that - and I was quite happy and fully satisfied! Then... Well, he DID say he loved rimming! So basically he licked and sucked his own cum out of my hole as best he could. For a good while... Now, this was an area that is - for rural Denmark - considered a cruising area. I.e. every 36 hours there will be a desperate man looking for some action... But! Suddenly I heard somebody say "that looks good! He's ready to get fucked..." "I just did", said the man who'd just bred me. "But he's wet and ready for more if you're tempted." I... Well, I didn't say a word. I just hoped... And sometimes wonderful things happen in this world of ours, so he gave my hole a few more licks and then got up and let the other guy take his place. And then the other guy, seeing my hole being fucked open and wet? Well, he shoved inside me and fucked me furiously and fast. So he actually came inside me within a few minutes, and then he got up and left. Aaaaand... That first man? The one who liked rimming? Well... Lucky me! He was back at my hole in no time and doing his best to empty me of cum - and while I love keeping the cum inside me after getting fucked I really can't object if somebody wants to felch it out of me. When he was done he got up and left. Me? Well, I went for a swim in the sea. And yes, I might have been fingering my hole and having a wank under the water level until I shot my load into the sea. And then I went home, perfectly satisfied.
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Have you ever estimated the volume oF cum you take in a year? As a cumdump I love hearing how many loads other guys take. Multiply the number of loads times 0.0039 to esti.ate the number of gallons of cum. My number for 2020 was 1.8 gallons!
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My boat has been in the water for about a month but the Marina was closed with Covid shutdown. They surprised us by opening the Marina today so I just hung out on the boat this afternoon while surfing Grinder and Scruff. Had some nice chats but nothing looked promising. I need to let you know it had been 4 months with no action for me. I've been going squirrelly this week since I had my shot over 2 weeks ago. Finally saw a fuck buddy on Scruff. He said he needed a blow job. I said I would happily oblige. He's about 55, short cropped grey hair, handsome face, tanned and muscular build. His cock is about 6 inches, but after 4 months I wasn't going to get to picky. Checking the site lines for folk on other docks from inside the cabin we quickly stripped and played with each other's nipples. He's far more a nipple man than me. Soon I was on my knees sucking on his cock. After a while he asked how my ass was. I said "hungry". He mounted me bareback. I had to tell him to go slower, it had been so long. Once he was inside there was no pain. He laid in a good fuck and I moaned my appreciation. After a few minutes and adjustments he really laid in a pounding. I could hear his breathing shift and knew he was close. I grabbed his balls and stroked his raw cock going in and out of my hole. This took him over the top and his seed is marinating in my ass as I type this. Great way to christen the boat and break my long dry spell.
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traveling to Cairns 29 may to 8 June. Looking to meet some locals for some hot action.
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Looking for anybody who wants to abuse the fuck out of my hole. Will device your cock like a demo slit. Pimp me out - I don’t give a fuck. I’m a dirty whore pig who can pay there own way And am fucking good at admin vers btm - and have good viral load if u want it - I’m cum hungry [deleted]: melbpzslam
