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I was a 6' 270 lb. balding fat flabby middle aged man with glasses, mustache, bitten nails, uncut dick flanked by my often sweaty crotch, good sized balls and sported size 12 feet. I was the associate pastor and also coordinated youth activities at the church until I got sick and tired of snotnoses and teenagers and took over Young Adults which ranged from college age of eighteen to about 24 or 25. I wore suits at the church unless I was doing maintenance, social functions or the outdoor sports activities. Most descriptions of me over the half dozen years I worked at that church were pretty dorogatory, mainly fat, flabby, ugly, slobby, old geek, etc. At least some also described how great a man I was including crediting me for making the groups and the church as a whole a vibrant attractive venue to worship and party at the picnics and social functions, not to mention the bottoms who loved putting-out to men like me. One of my conquests was almost twenty in his second year of college. Rick was a slender guy with long blond hair typical of the 1970's, clean-shaven and nails that had never been bitten. Some compared him to a titless woman although he was just as masculine in skills and demeanor as any other dude his age. He just happened to have discovered that he loves bottoming, especially for us masculine men. I have no idea what exactly transpired but one night as we were cleaning up after a party in the social hall but as we finished cleaning up, I mentioned that my feet were tired and could use a massage. I sometimes wore leather sandals and sported huge toenails on my big toes, sometimes with dirt under them. Several had gotten a whiff of them in a locker room on a trip to the beach. My feet sometimes stunk but for some reason Rick's dick started getting hard. That night after getting home from the beach trip, having dinner and going to bed I had to get up, go to the bathroom and masturbate fantasizing of Rick sucking my big toe and licking the dirt from under my toenails and eating my toejam, then I'd fuck his ass, make him suck my dick clean and then make him drink my piss to express his humility to someone much more manly and superior to him. I had a good orgasm which I licked from my hand before pulling my shorts back up and going back to bed. One night at a young adults class party in the social hall Rick said he'd heard about my messing around and wanted in on the action. "Man my feet are getting tired." I said halfway through the party. I knew he had already given his cherries to men during his first year of college and gravitated to us masculine older men which left the twinks his age off his list of eligable Tops although he'd sowed his share of wild oats in quite a few of them. The last person from the party had left and I was locking up the doors leading to the parking lot. I turned off all but one of the lights and came back feeling tired. "Now that we're done, would you like your feet massaged?" Rick asked me. "Shit I'm ready for some. These dogs of mine could use it." I replied. We walked to a sofa along one wall. "Have a seat Rev." he said. I sat and he sat on the flloor before my feet. He untied the laces of my black oxfords and slipped them off. My foot odors wafted from them and my feet in their black nylon socks. He then peeled off my socks, snuck a sniff and layed them on top of my shoes. My dick was already starting to harden in anticipation of him sucking my big toes with their large nails and tasting and swallowing my toejam. He held my right foot by the ankle and massaged the top of it lovingly with his other hand, then put my foot to his face, runnning his nose up my sweaty sole and then between my big toe and the toe beside it while inhaling my smells and went down on my big toe before I could react. He sucked my toe and laved on it. If there was anything I loved more than someone inhaling the smell of my feet after they sweated all day it was someone kissing them, sucking my toes and eating my toe-jam from between my toes. I raised no objection as he licked my toe clean and fellated it, even licking some of the dirt from under my toenail. I had to reach into my pants to readjust my dick which by that time was at full-mast. He did the same in his pants and then sucked off of my big toe and took the remaining four toes in his mouth which amazed me. He licked between my toes, getting my toejam and swallowing it as well as licking some of the dirt from under the nails before fellating the four toes all at once. He licked under my toes where they join the balls of my feet and then sucked off of them. He licked the top of my foot, then my leathery sole which felt so good. He didnt tickle them at all, having learned from past sessions with studs who'd let him lick their sweaty feet. To him the taste and smell of my sweaty sole was as much a turnon as sucking my toes and eating the gunk he'd licked from between them and swallowed. He shifted his position a little and could tell my pants were slimey with precum from my dick. He licked my heel and ankle and finished at the top where the top of my sock was. He kissed my foot and proceeded to do my left foot the same way. As he switched feet I could see his bulge in his pants matching mine beneath my gut. I was even more turned on, fantasizing about his rectum snugging my cock after he finished my other foot. "Man you do good work. I wish my wife wanted to do this." I lamented as he licked my sole. "I enjoy it, especialy for manly men." he gushed before he kissed my sweaty leathery sole and resumed licking it. I felt like I was about to cum in my pants as he continued licking and sucking my left foot. Once he was done he thanked me. "My pleasure." I replied. "Is there anything else I can do for you Reverent Klicc?" he asked while staring at my crotch and caressing my knee and then thigh. "I'm going to need a moment to relieve myself if you know what I mean." I replied. "I would like to relieve you please." he blurted out. He knew just what I wanted to do. He seemed to ponder my request and then decided to let me use his mouth to lube it with spit. I shifted my manly bulk and thrust my pelvis at him. He unzipped my baggy jeans and reached in to find my cock which was hard. "Watch the nails bitch." I warned him as he pushed my shorts out of the way as we inhaled my ripe sweaty crotch odor. He was so in heat that I wondered if he'd cum before he finished sucking. He kissed my cock was thick licked bits of smegma from under my foreskin. I wondered when the last time he got off was. I was glad I myself hadnt hardened recently because feeding cocksuckers my dick cheeze was one of my big turnons, just like feeling how good my dick feels when they swallow my cum and drink my warm beer on tap. I stiffened in excitement as he sucked my cock into his mouth while inhaling my ripe crotch odors. I was glad I didnt take a shower before the party since I knew many bottoms hated the smell and taste of chemicals from soap, colognes, aftershave, etc. than they dislike a man's crotch odors. He licked the cheeze from under my foreskin and took my cock midway up to skin it back in his mouth so he could lick the rest of my cheeze off my cock. I flexed my love muscle in his mouth while giving an appreciative grunt. "Your mouth's a great cunt but I'm gonna fuck your ass to cum this time around and have your mouth next time we have time to ourselves." I said, He knew I had been sucked off before and I knew he was an experienced cocksucker. He pulled his head back from my now-cleaned cock and kissed it. We stripped. I lay my clothes out on the sofa and he folded up his clothes and lay them on the rug in front of the sofa while I greased my dick. He lay on his stomach on the rug, legs spred, with his clothes between them for me to rest my knees on. I then spat on his asshole and mounted him, settling my knees on his clothes between his knees. I ran my dick up his crack and found his hole. "I'm gonna enter you so get ready." I told him and let my weight drive it in. He flinched as I busted past his sphincters and on in until I hilted all seven and a half inches inside him. His hole was warm and snug, making my dick feel good as I flexed it before I commenced fucking him. I began fucking slowly, enjoying how good I felt beginning to conquer my latest piece of ass, my bulk and stength on and in him. The feel of his anus snug around my meat was damn near excellent, even tighter than my wife when I broke her cherry. I slowly increased my tempo, enjoying the feel of him under me as I took my piece of him. My dick was in seventh heaven so I knew I'd cum soon. I fucked him faster, taking almost full strokes, got close and then said,"I'm gonna cum in you. Get ready." He seemed to feel and sense my nearness as he seemed to tremble and his ass spasm and tighten around my dick and then I hilted it, thrust in short strokes and then lay on his back, my full weight on him, as I pumped my load up his ass. "That sure feels gooood! Take it all cuntass!" I said as I held his upper arms and thrust in his hole again. He seemed to enjoy me pumping my load him as I shot my sperms up his anal twat. The great feeling of being more a man in bulk, weight and actions than most men he serviced. I had been reputed to be self-centered and enjoyed using people and had proved that, but being the man-loving queer Rick was, we were a perfect fit. I thrust again to zark-off the last few sperms into his ass. A few minutes later I was spent and pulled out of him. I stood up and told him to suck my cock clean and kiss it, as if he needed to be told to do what he did for most men who fuck him. He sucked hard while pulling his head off it. Once his lips cleared my glans he kissed it and then coddled and kissed my sweaty balls which suprised me. "You're my kind of bitch. Put my socks and shoes back on for me." I said as I sat on the sofa. He sat back on the floor, kissed my feet one at a time, picked up my sock, kissed my left foot, put the sock on and then my shoe, tied it, then kissed my right foot and put my sock and shoe on it, tied my shoe and stood up. I was surprised as hell when he hugged me after we stood up. I hugged him back. I knew he wanted to kiss me but he also knew that most masculine Tops dont kiss bottoms or versatiles, knowing where their perverted mouths have been. I think he envied my wife who failed to appreciate her manly husband but then again most of us men dont do the things to our wives or girlfriends that we do with whores and sluts. He had another surprise for me. He said, "I want a drink of warm beer on tap." as he led me to the corner bathroom that had a shower stall and knelt before me. He opened my fly again, took out my prick, kissed it and took it in his mouth. He held my hips and I began pissing. I wondered what kind of sex life he had starting when he entered college as he gulped my piss. My piss wasnt much different than other piss. I knew he preferred the cocks, cheeze, cum and piss of us older fatter masculine men, seeing how he happily gulped until I finished pissing. He sucked the last drops out of my cock and swallowed before sucking off of my cock leaving it clean and dry. Again he kissed it, put it away and zipped up my trousers. We hugged goodbye and he went back to lick his cum from the rug in front of the couch. I led us out the side door, locked up and we each headed home. The summer was nice and warm so it was a really nice two blocks. Once home I went to our room and stripped. I went to the bathroom, checked for any stray cum or piss in my shorts and took a piss while thinking about how some of my cum might have leaked out of Rick's ass into his shorts. I went back to the bedroom and slid into bed carefully to avoid waking up my wife. I drifted off to sleep thinking about what kind of cunt his ass would be. Another "might makes right" story for sexual enjoyment. Barebacking in someone after having a bottom orally service my ripe sweaty feet felt really good.
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I was a janitor with the education department for a decade. I had started in the high school cleaning up after the snotnoses and then finally improved my lot in life by moving up to the junior college and adult school campus which was also closer to my apartment. I had known about one student starting when he was in the high school but as with the other kids I wasn't interested in wasting my time other than a polite "How's it going?" in passing. I mostly ignored the kids since most were of low morals, surly, dopers and hoodlums. The adult school and college seemed to have brighter and nicer students. The main requirement was being over eighteen to attend the adult school or college, as well as passing basic tests to enter the college. The student I had known of in the high school befriended me when he was eighteen and a half while attending the adult school. He was pretty good looking, about 6' tall, somewhat slender, and had the long blond hair most young guys seemed to sport back then. I myself was just over 6', 275 lbs, just beginning to bald and gray and fifty-one when we first talked to each other. "Jim." I said when we shook hands. "Rick." he replied. His hand seemed small in my nail-bitten bear-paw, almost like shaking hands with a woman. It was a week later after our after class chats when he came on to me. I rejected his advances politely but I did help mentor him so he could finish his remedial classes and get into the college. A year and a half later he began classes at the college. I continued to see him since the college and adult school were on the same campus with the college on one side, the school on the other and two middle buildings and the big gym being used by both. Rick was doing good with some of my help and finally graduated from the two year junior college with an associate degree. We hugged on his last day on campus and I didn't see him until two and a half years later. The thing about that was that although he had earned another degree at the four-year, he was whoring and hustling. I was in town and happened to see him. He thought I didn't know what the area was so he smiled. "Hi Rick" I said as I hid a smirk and wondered why he was selling sex instead of getting a job. "Hi Jim" he replied and we shook hands. He seemed a little dirty, not as kept up as he had been on campus. He had worn a preppy outfit including white shirts, a sweater-vest, dark slacks and leather sandals. On the street he wore pastel shirts, the sweater vest and dark slacks and loafers instead of the sandals or sneakers. He had cut his hair shorter. We talked a while and I saw him again a few weeks later. He then asked me if I wanted to get my rocks off. "I don't pay for it" I told him. "It's on me, Jim. I'll admit I had the hots for you for ages. Now please fuck me" he gushed as I tried to hide my astonishment. We went to an abandoned parking garage where whores and dopers did their thing. In a somewhat private corner of a vacant parking space between the wall and a seemingly abandoned pickup, he knelt and unzipped my jeans and fished out my uncut dick. I had some cheeze under my foreskin but I enjoyed that great feeling when a good cocksucker licked and ate it from under my hood and off my prick and swallowed it. He ducked his head under my gut, sucked my dick into his mouth and sucked on it while inhaling my sweaty crotch. My dick felt really great as he licked and sucked on it til it was hard. He opened his mouth and pulled his head back. "Want to fuck me up my ass?" he asked. "Sure. But you'll need to suck it clean after I cum" I replied. "No problem, stud" he grinned. I was glad we never kissed knowing what he did with his mouth. He stood up, dropped his pants and bent over the open tailgate of the old pickup. I spat on his asshole, stepped up to him and inserted my dick up his ass which was quite loose so my dick slid right in. I gripped his hips and hilted myself, flexed my fifty-five year-old love-muscle in him and fucked him. I fucked him easily, enjoying adding the fella to my list of conquests. I pumped his ass for about five minutes, slowly increasing my pace as I got closer to my climax. I grinned and pushed my glasses back in place and continued fucking him. My dick got hotter, closer and my balls drew up, then I then felt my dick swell and again hilted myself, gave some short quick thrusts and blasted my middle-age chub-bear cum up his ass as I held his hips, spurting my jizz up his hole. I held my position for a couple of minutes before pulling halfway out and shoving it back in to pump more spunk into his ass, which was a good cunt, better than most vaginas I've fucked. I thrust again, hilted myself, held my position and then pulled out. He stood up and thanked me for the fucking. "No problem Rick" I said as I stood facing him. He finally remembered to kneel and suck my dick clean. His mouth made my dick feel good all over again as he licked and sucked it clean. "I need to piss Rick" I told him. He didn't try to pull away so I held his head and soon rewarded him with my afternoon beer-laced piss. He gulped it good without letting any leak out between my shaft and his lips. I was satiated and felt great once he finished drinking my piss and sucking on my dick more until it was clean. He sucked off of it leaving it clean and dry and kissed it and my sweaty scrotum. "You're a good piece of hole. I'm glad you're doing good for the men" I said, as he stood up. He said he had tried gay sex in the four-year college and got his mouth and ass broken in there. He had been anally raped a month before graduating. He had been whoring since graduating the four-year college he had transferred to after graduating the junior college. He'd looked for a job and after a series of short term jobs and a stint in a small rock band he found that hustling and whoring was easier. "I have a buddy who might want a piece of your ass if you don't mind, same terms" I told him. He asked who it was and I told him my friend Clarence. He knew Clarence but as with me he didn't know the man would just as soon fuck him as look at him. Clarence had said he wanted to fuck him some day while we shot the shit on our lunch break. Rick didn't really want to do Clarence, but since he owed me he capitulated.
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This ad was posted on a community site, c********t: Wife took the kids away for the weekend so I could work on projects without them underfoot. Wanna cum work on my first project with me? Sucking, fucking, licking ass, its all good! I'm 5'9", 180 lb tight ass. Nobody will know but you and me, not your wife, girlfriend or partner. Leave with a smile and a drained cock. I’m in pretty good shape you should be too. Movies started to run in my head as I considered the possibilities and then I had flashbacks of other married 'bi' guys who have had fun with me. My mission in life has been to spread my seed, and take seed from anyone who wants to give it to me. I've been working on cultivating the ultimate strain of HIV, resistant to medication. Bi guys are especially rewarding, as they can spread my seed into their woman. The ideas got me hard and dripping precum. After emailing the guy my pics and description and asking for directions, my attention turned to my cock. I’m uncut, 7 inches long and 2 inches in diameter, the same size as the rim of a beercan, my foreskin hangs nearly 2 inches over my fully erect cock. All this skin has made the head of my cock very sensitive, and I generally have to keep my foreskin tied up, or I would be oozing precum all day. I pulled the foreskin back, and ran my fingers around the head of my cock, and got some of the juice that was oozing out on my finger so I could taste my nectar. I began to wonder about what sort of play this guy was into when my computer beeped that I had received an email. The pics he responded with were great. His name was Tony, and he has a muscular chest and shoulders, a bit of a belly, and a great, sturdy ass on top of muscular legs. He enjoys a thick mane of wavy dark hair and enough body hair for 2 guys and probably half of a third, thick dark hair everywhere but that muscular ass. No dick shot; so this was probably all about topping him. That ass just begged to be licked and slowly relaxed, and then I would slide my dick in and use Tony as my personal cockring. He sent no address or directions, only a phone number. Between my posting and responding to ads, generally, when a guy responds with just a phone number, he wants phone sex. If a guy sends only a phone number and picture, he is ready to play now! I called and a masculine voice answered, "Hello, this is Tony." Looking at his pics and talking to him made my dick throb, just thinking about getting my dick up inside him and the sensations I was feeling in my nuts when I thought about playing with him were exquisite! After giving him my name, I asked "Do you do this often?" knowing that I had seen his ad online before. I tried my luck and asked, "What kind of fun are you looking for tonight, Tony? Top, bottom or both?" "Well," Tony said, "I do not want to limit myself; I can pitch or catch!" He covered the address and directions for me, and we agreed that I would be there in an hour. Tony only lived 10 minutes away, so I used that hour to be sure I was ready for play. I took a Levitra, showered and cleaned myself out, on the luck that I would ride Tony's cock, and made sure I had breath mints. With everything prepared, I drove to Tony's place. As I drove up, Tony came out of the garage and motioned for me to park in the driveway. He met me at the car and greeted me like we were old friends. He was dressed in a white tank top, flip flops and cutoffs that were threadbare enough in the crotch and the ass to know Tony had nothing on beneath. "Any trouble finding the place?" he asked, handing me a beer. He pushed the button and the garage door closed. We went into the house and Tony headed to a room down the hall. He opened the door and we walked into Tony's gym. Closing the door, Tony turned and popped the top button on his cutoffs. His first step started the zipper down, the second completed the trip. On his third step, the shorts started to slide down on the right side, the fourth, the left side started down. Tony stopped, and shrugged, and the shorts dropped to the floor. He stepped out of the shorts and peeled his tank top off in one swift move. Standing naked in front of me, Tony was a striking presence, certainly everything the photos had promised, and he was blessed with an uncut dick, hanging down a good 6 inches and not yet hard. "Why are you still dressed?" he asked, giving me a wink. I got out of my jeans and shirt and turned to meet Tony on equal terms. Tony first sat, and then lay down on the weight bench. I straddled him, rubbing my uncut cock against his. After some licking and nipple play, Tony rolled over and on his stomach, presenting me with an ass that looked like 2 halves of a bowling ball. "Ready for fun?" I asked, and Tony growled "Work me over!" With that as my cue, I spread his cheeks and sank my tongue into that sweet hole, licking, teasing and pushing in as deep as it would go, relaxing and stimulating Tony at the same time. He stopped me, turned over from his stomach to his back, raised his legs and hooked his shoelaces over the ends of the barbell on the rack. "Now get that tongue back in there!" Tony demanded with a wicked grin. I smiled and returned my focus to my tongue working Tony's ass. After I worked his hole with my tongue for about 10 minute, I stood up and straddled him with my dick hanging in his face. I proceeded to return my tongue to his ass, being able to work from a different angle and also to go in deeper. Tony pulled my dick into his mouth and gave me some great head. I was fully hard and Tony was treating my foreskin just how I like it! He would grab it with his teeth, stretch it, lick it stretched, then pucker and pull it tight over the head of my dick, stretching it some more. He ran his tongue under the foreskin and around the head of my cock, stimulating precum in big amounts. He would occasionally take my cock all the way into his throat in one swift move, massage the head of my dick for a moment, and then back to teasing the head and foreskin. Meanwhile, the rest of my attention was diverted to drooling spit into his upturned ass, his hole opening and closing, and seeing how far in I could go with my tongue. We played like that for a bit, until I knew Tony was as ready to be fucked as he was going to get. Tony's work on my cock had me hard and throbbing, ready to invade him. Standing up, I turned and unhooked Tony's shoelaces from the barbell and positioned him lying on his stomach on the bench, knees on the floor. I took my position kneeling behind him, sliding my dick up and down the crack of his ass. Returning to sliding my dick up and down his ass, I took an experimental poke occasionally, and Tony's hole responded by opening up for me. When everything felt right, I placed the head of my dick at his hole. "I'm poz. You OK with that?" Tony turned his head and said "Pull out before you cum and I am OK with that." "Pull my cock in, Tony! Take as much time as you need. Once you pull it in, we can fuck like demons!" Tony opened his hole and little by little, he pulled me in. He would pull some cock in, then stop and let his ass get used to my cock, then take a little more, until I was all the way in and could feel my nuts against his ass. I pulled back, left just the head of my dick in and slowly thrust back in. Tony growled and pushed his ass back, wanting to feel me in as deeply as he could get me. Then I pulled completely out, lined up my dick with his hole and pushed straight in to the balls. Tony grunted and said "More, stud! Fuck me! Use my ass!" Switching to fucking him with just the head for a bit, I would pull out completely and sink back in until just the head popped into his hole. I alternated this with some hard fast strokes, plunging in as deeply as I could get. Then I grabbed his hips, pushing and pulling Tony back and forth on my cock. I could feel my first load starting to build, so I pulled completely out. "I'm just about there!" "Yahoo!", Tony exclaimed as he rolled on his side, "I want some more of your fucking!" "In a bit," I said, "I want to switch for a minute, keep that load just a bit longer." Once again, I straddled him and with my dick hanging in his face, reached down, pulled his legs up and bent them so his knees were under my arms. Tony pulled me back, spreading my cheeks and getting his tongue deep in me. He licked, poked and nibbled my ass, and I took his cock in my mouth. He was already hard, and the precum was almost flowing out of his dick! I teased the head for a while, savoring the taste and feel of his precum. Going down on his dick like that was totally outstanding, and his head slid across my tongue and into my throat without any resistance. I pride myself on being able to go a long time without taking a breath, and I did my best to demonstrate this on Tony's cock for quite a while. He had a really big head, which must have hung out half an inch over the shaft of his cock. It made for a very satisfying and stretching blowjob, as I brought Tony to the edge of blasting his load 3 times before I thought he would be ready for my dick in his ass again. I pulled off his dick and reached back to spread my cheeks for all that I could get of Tony's tongue, and when my hole was satisfied, stood up and turned Tony over on his stomach. I worked my tongue in again, pushing as much spit as I could up into Tony, to make sure the ride was smooth for him. When spit was dripping down his nuts, I pushed my dick in. Once I was in to the hilt, I started driving my dick in pretty aggressively. Riding Tony was like plugging my dick into a dynamo! He worked the muscles in his ass and bucked to get as much sensation as he could from my dick. Feeling the load start to build, sensation starting in my toes and then working up to my nuts, I wanted to slow down again, to stretch this great feeling out longer, and then I decided I would just have to get in this saddle again tonight. As I got closer to cumming, my strokes got to be slower out and faster in, driving as deep as I could. With my eruption only moments away, I pushed in and withdrew completely. I held my head just outside for a few seconds, and Tony turned his head, "Fuck, stud! Get that dick back inside me!" "I'm poz, Tony, and you asked me to pull out before I cum!" "I wanna feel you inside me, your head swelling and pulsing and pushing that load into me! Besides, other guys have cum in me before and I have not popped poz yet!" "But they were not poz, were they? That's the difference here. Do you want my load?" "Get that dick back inside me and flood my guts! I will take my chances!" I slid around his crack for a moment, enjoying the slippery feeling and making him growl, and when I pushed back in, I felt the first rush of orgasm along with the first spasm as my nuts convulsed. Throbbing and swelling, my dick shot. Tony said "I can feel your load filling me up!" I rode a bit longer, and my head with its load around it was feeling enough sensation to shoot again very quickly, rewarding me with a second orgasm about 2 minutes after the first one. I pulled out and Tony rolled over. His dick was standing up between his legs. I went down on my knees and took Tony's cock in my mouth and down my throat. He was twitching and jumping almost from the moment my lips had touched his dick. I came up for air, and then swallowed Tony again, working my throat muscles until I felt his head swell up so much it could not move in my throat, and then I felt his hot seed going down my throat. I backed up a bit to get a taste, and Tony proceeded to cum for nearly a minute, twitching and growling and using his hands on the back of my head to work my mouth and throat on his dick. As we both came back from the edge, I asked, “Tony, you really enjoy men. Why are you married?” "My wife was the first woman I fucked, and damned if she did not get pregnant that first time! I was fucking with guys long before we met and have taken the opportunity to play with guys whenever I find it. I have not fucked her in 5 years...and she ain't asking." Tony responded. “Heh, I will make myself available any time you want to get together,” I said. “Do you need to leave right away?” he asked in return. To which I told him “I do not have any plans for the rest of the night,” and he asked, “Wanna stay here and play some more? I want to get my dick up in your ass and show you as much fun as you did for me! Besides, I want to show you the hot tub!”
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A few months ago I met the cutest little bear at the local bear bar. We hit it off immediately and we both wanted to breed…bad. He was with friends and had to go. We exchanged numbers but nothing became of that. I had a few j/o fantasies about him but moved on to other dick. Night before last he messaged me online. We did the typical “how are you?” back and forth until he told me he needed some cum in his ass bad. I gave him directions and thirty minutes later he was on my doorstep. We sat on the sofa, had a drink and played the “first move” game. Normally this is not a game I play. I jump on it right away, but he was so cute and shy it made my poz cock throb just watching him so uncomfortable. I finally stood up and told him I was going to get naked and he could join me if he wanted to. What a sweet little fucker. Nice even coat of curly fur, perky round hairy ass, and the cutest little set of cock and balls on the planet. We made out for quite a while before exchanging blowjobs. I wanted him to beg for it so did not mind extending the foreplay for as long as possible. Then I pulled out my secret weapon, I started to deep tongue his sweet little hole. So fuckin tasty! He moaned like a bitch in heat. Finally he turned over, looked me in the eye and said, “I want you to bare fuck me.” Wow, you do not have to ask twice. Funny thing is I am 90% a bottom but his attitude turned me into a pig top from hell. The thought of infecting this cute guy was driving me wild. I threw his legs up and began lubing my cock with spit. He kept telling me how much he wanted my cum. His sweet little hole made my average cock feel like a twelve incher. He took it like a champ. As I said, I am a bottom so breeding this little bear did not take long. I shot deep and hard filling him with my infection. We spooned for a while with my cock inside. He finally looked over and asked me if I had just knocked him up. I simply said “yeah.” He pulled off me and said “Good. Want me to return the favor?” I wasn’t sure if he was poz or was chasing, but within a few seconds I was on my hands and knees taking his sweet little cock. After he shot in me we put on clothes and he left. Fuck I hope I was the one to knock him up.
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When I started University times were tough. I had to move to the city to study, and the small allowance my parents gave me didn't cover costs. Living in college was ok, but the food was never enough, and i had no money for beer or fun, and no time for a regular job because of my studies, so I tried to pick up odd jobs around the neighbourhood to earn a bit of spare cash. It was just stuff like mowing lawns, painting fences and cleaning gutters, but it helped me scrape enough to get by. I adveritised my services by door knocking, and I had little cards I would distribute as well, just in case anyone wanted to call me later. I did it mostly on Saturdays, as that was when I had most time, and it left the evenings free for picking up girls. I was pretty talented with the ladies, and rarely went a night without scoring. One particular Saturday however when I was door-knocking in a new neighbourhood, I had a very different experience. I knocked on the door to a normal looking house; the man who answered the door was big and burly. I suppose he was around 50. He had a big handlebar moustache, and was wearing black jeans with a small black leather vest which was open at the front revealing a hairy chest and big beer gut. He also had an unusual tattoo on his upper arm, which i didn't know then, but now recognize as a biohazard symbol. I commented on it as I went past, as I thought it was a nice design and had been thinking of getting a tattoo of my own at some time. He told me I had to earn one of those, but i didn't understand. I explained why I was knocking, and he offered me $10 to mow his back lawn. I was a bit disappointed by the offer as $10 wouldn't go far, but seeing my disappointment he said he would pay me $20 dollars if I mowed the lawn in nothing but my jocks. Now I was not gay, but I wasn't shy either, and it was a fuckin' hot day, and his back yard was enclosed, and I needed the money, so I thought 'what the hell' and agreed to do it. He led me through the house to the back yard, and my attention was drawn to his computer in his bedroom, as it made a message-received sound on a chat program as I walked past. I noted he also had a webcam set up. He showed me the lawn mower, and without much fanfare i started the mower, undressed and started going about my business. The homeowner gathered up my clothing and took them inside for safe keeping. I must say its a bit odd mowing a lawn with little more than a jock and shoes. Twigs and branches sure sting when they whip past your legs, but it wasn't really much of a challenge: it was a small yard. Within about half an hour I was finished. Although it wasn't a particularly difficult day, and I was largely naked, the heat had caused me to break-out into a heavy sweat. The homeowner had watched most of the mowng apart from a few minutes when he had popped onto his computer and do a few other things. After I had finished and put away the lawn mower, he called me over for a chat. He said his nickname was Daddybear and he was glad i had mowed his lawn, because he had other plans for his afternoon. He asked me to step inside for payment, and offered me a drink of home-made ginger beer. I was happy to accept his offer. While he went to get his wallet, I downed the beer. I can honestly say it was the most terrible beer I had ever had. It was bitter as hell, and if it hadn't been ice cold, I would not have finished it, but I did so, finishing-up about the time he arrived with his wallet. He smiled, saying he was pleased I liked the beer. At that point I started to feel a bit giddy, and Daddybear saw me steady myself. He gave me another beer, saying it had the right combination of salts and sugars to hydrate me. I took him up on the second beer, and while it was only marginally better than the first one, I downed it, thinking it would counter what I assumed was dehydration. This was, as it turned out, a very bad idea. The next thing i remember I was gagging on some sort of ball thing that was shoved in my mouth, with like a harness strpping it behind my head. When I went to pull it out I realized my hands were cuffed to the headposts of a bed, I was unable to move, and I was laying on my stomach. A stack of firm pillows were propped under my hips making me bend in the middle to almost as if I was kneeling. My feet were also secured to the foot of the bed - I assumed by ropes. I couldn't believe the situation in which I found myself. I was now completely naked, and conscious of the cold air which was circulating between my butt cleft, which felt moist. I then heard the voice of Daddybear "ah, you're awake... welcome back! I have just finished preparing you!" It didn't take a PhD to figure-out what he had in mind, but in my position I could see no recourse. No amount of stuggling would free me from my bonds, and the effect of whatever had been dissolved in the drink still lingered and made my mind move very slowly. I was conscious the computer on the desk beside the bed which I had noticed on the way in was going frantic with received messages on chat programs, and I saw a webcam staring back at me from beside it. I saw Daddybear out the corner of my eye on the side of the bed away from the computer and noted that he had now shed his jeans and vest. He was naked. A huge uncut cock stood proudly about a hairy and full looking scrotum. He removed a tube from a night table drawer, and squeezed some clear gel onto his cock, lubing it up thoroughly. As he did so, his foreskin retracted, revealing a bright red head with precum oozing from it! "Look what Daddy has for you, boy!" he leered. "Aren't you lucky?" This was a scene out of the movie 'Deliverance'. At that point i felt anything but lucky. My stomach was in knots, but at the same time I couldn't help but feel my own cock twitch and begin to swell against the pillows. Daddybear walked back behind me, and i felt the mattress sway as he got on, moving behind me on his knees. He placed one hand on my back, and then very rapidly shoved a finger into my asshole and i flet his long fingernail scrape asit plunged in. i tried to cry out, but the ball in my mouth muffled any sound, and as he probed deeper to my prostate i found myself whimpering as my cock betrayed me and continued to swell against the pillows. Daddybear soon enough withdrew his finger and shuffled-up the bed further. I then felt him as he leaned forward, and placed the head of his cock at my hole, as he whispered in my ear "get ready, this is going to hurt some, but if you like, you can have some poppers to ease the pain." I had no idea what poppers were, but I didn't want any of this, let alone pain, so I nodded, and thru the dinging of arriving messages on the chat program I heard the crack and faint hiss of a bottle being opened. Daddybear then thrust under my nose and ordered me to inhale the fumes of what I since learned was amyl nitrate, an smell i will never forget. With the ball in my mouth I could do nothing but inhale through my nose. I could feel the pulse thumping in my head, and felt my ears flush and everything spin. Then the bottle was taken away and i felt Daddybear thrust forward. The lube and the amyl combined to ensure his rigid cock would be successful, and sure enough, I felt a searing pain as the head of his cock popped in. He held still for a second, but soon grew impatient and shoved again. I could feel the head of his cock sliding in further aided, perhaps, by its foreskin sheath. His cock was huge and he kept shoving it painfully inch by inch deeper inside me until I could feel the heat of his beer belly resting my back. The light touch of his testicles brushed up against my own. He let my ass stretch to adjust and accommodate before starting long thrusts back and forward, slowly at first, but building in speed until he was holding my hips and pumping me as fast as he could. I could hear his breathing getting faster and his thrusts getting stronger, and the repetitive onslaughts on my prostate were getting to much, but then he gripped my ass tighter with both hands, leaving bruises which lasted for weeks, and then grunted. I knew he was cumming. I felt the pulsations of his cock against my prostate, and I felt the gush of fluid as his sperm hit my ass, and before i knew it my own cock was shooting cum, as if his cum had gone right through me. He collapsed on top of me, gasping, his belly filling the small of my back, and his rough breath in my ear, but all the while keeping his cock as deep in me as possible. As his breathing settled he whispered in my ear "now I own you bitch! I have bred you! Now daddy's DNA is in you and you will never get it out! You're mine for life!" I didn't understand precisely what he meant, but I understood in some sense, that the exchange meant me owned me. He slowly withdrew, and stepped back, before undoing my hand cuffs and leaving me to untie my legs. I did so, and quickly got up and got dressed with my clothes which were piled on the floor. I needed to wipe away the goo on my ass, and noticed some white stuff tinged with blood which leaked out, but i was in too much of a hurry to get out of there to wipe thoroughly. I just put on my pants and left the room. Daddybear was waiting outside the room for me, and handed me two $20 dollar bills: one for the work on his lawn, the second as a token of his appreciation. I hurriedly left, and ran back to my dorm where I took a shower, and tried to forget the whole horrible experience. I have since learned this is typical behavior for anyone who has been raped. Of course I was much too embarrassed to ever tell anyone, let one the police. I was straight and that was that! I had no idea why my cock had been so hard during my experience, but wondered if there was a message in its response to Daddybear. I heard from Daddybear three weeks later when he rang to ask if i could mow his lawn again. I had apparently left my card with him. I mumbled something like 'no, you fuckin' bastard', but in truth I wasn't feeling well. In fact, I was feeling so poorly I went to see the University doctor, and he said I had a glandular fever, whatever that was. I had a background fever and sore throat for a week with swollen glands. Apparently it was common in my age group, especially with all the girls I was snogging! I spent the next five years fucking girls left right and centre to prove to myself that I wasn't gay. Some time a girl i had slept with unprotected told me she had tested HIV+ when donating blood, and I should get myself tested. It's safe to say that i know what the biohazard symbol means now.
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My master and I were on vacation from work for two weeks. All I wanted to do is to get loaded up as much as I could. The first night of my hunt my master and I went into the woods of a local truck stop. He blindfolded my eyes then tied me up to this large tree in the center of the woods. He gave me a few good hits of poppers and without any lube or spit he stuck his cock inside of me to make sure my ass was ready to take ever guy's cock that came along. He told me in advance that he didn’t care what the guy looked like or how old he was the only thing that he made sure of was they all injected me with their loads. My master’s 10 inch cock was thrusting deep inside of me. It was a pain that I never felt before this was the first time that my master fucked me like this. After about 10 minutes of using my hole and poppers I got use to it and had me beg for his load then after about 15 minutes of him pounding my hole he shot his load deep inside of me. I felt another guy's cock enter me my master told the guy that he had to blow his load inside of me. My ass was craving cum. My master kept on feeding me the poppers and told me to open my mouth and stuck a pill in there. Then my master told me to drink his piss to wash the pill down. I had no clue what it was but it made me more then willing to take more cocks in my hole. It was like I was floating on a cloud and I heard the guy fucking me grunt load I knew that I was getting his load up my ass. There must have been a line because no sooner did one guy pull out another guy stuck his cock inside of me. This was every bottom's dream of getting as much cum in his asshole as it could accommodate. I was begging every man to give me his load. After about 3 hours later I must have passed out. My master told me we were there a total of 6 hours and that I took 100 loads up my ass, and that he had pumped a few loads into me himself. The next day I woke up my ass was sore and on fire. My master told me that I didn’t have any say in the matter of my hole, that it was his and told me to get my ass to the bookstore. We were in the booth together and he was pounding my hole raw. A black guy was in the next booth and stuck his cock through the glory hole and my master told me to suck it and get it wet. I did what I was told to do. Then he told me to stick it up my ass. My master loves to watch me take raw dicks in my hole. The guy started to explode in my hole I felt in go deep inside of me. He pulled his cock out of my hole I quickly turned around and sucked it clean for him. I could taste his milk on his cock. It was so good. Then in two seconds the door opened up and this tall skinny pale looking guy stuck his cock in the hole. I saw bumps on his cock but I knew my master would have told me to take his cock so I did so, if only to avoid the punishment my master would inflict upon me if I declined to service a guy. So, I was being extra good for my master and he was good to me. I heard the pale guy telling me to take his babies in my hole and I did as I was told. The place got very quiet, with just me and my master for over 1 hour. He didn’t care because he kept on fucking my hole and I loved it. Then this big bear came in to the next booth and whipped out his cock. I went on it like a bitch in heat. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and asked us if he could join in the booth. My master answered, inviting him to come in. This was the first time that I really got a good look at the bear. He was about 6 feet 2 about 230 read hair all over his body and his cock was about 8½ inches hard. I went to work on his cock and my master was pumping my hole. Apig's dream of having both holes filled at the same time. My master was fucking me hard and I knew I was getting his load in me. He told me to take his fucking load bitch then when the other guy heard that I took loads inside of me he asked my master does he take anything else in his hole like piss? With that, my master withdrew from my ass, and the bear took my master's place. My master told the bear to piss away. It felt so good getting filled up with this hot bear's piss. My master told him not to pull out of my hole until he shot a load. Of course after a while it became hard to hold all the piss in my ass but I knew if I didn’t I would have been in hot water. About 10 minutes later the bear told me to take his poz load in my hole, so I knew that at least on load I was getting was going to be poz. My master told the guy to stay in his hole as long as he could he kept on pumping his cock in my ass. My master took the bottle of poppers out and feed me some and gave some to the bear and he started to go wild on my hole pounding the piss out of it and I knew that I was going to get punished for letting some leak out of my hole. The bear started to shake and told me to take his demon seed in my butt. My master told the bear to stay in my hole and feed me more piss then told me if I do not hold his piss I would get it and I knew what that meant. I would go the rest of my vacation with no sex and I would be stuck in my cage with one slice of bread and a bowl of my master’s piss for water. I was having too much fun to stop now. I felt the bear start to fill my hole with his hot piss. I made sure that it didn’t leak out this time. He left and soon after that we did too. We went for a long ride in the jeep he told me that he wanted to go off road to really mix the piss and cum in my asshole and told me that he was going to check the seat for any spills. This was his little way of showing me that he was my master and I was his slave boy. We had a great time but I felt every bump in my gut at one point I felt like some was trying to come out and I clamped my ass so tight that it started to burn. My master told me that I can get out of the jeep and squat and let the piss out of my ass but the only thing he asked me to do is put in the mug that was 46 oz. it felt good to have it out of my hole and I saw the cum loads of my master and the bear. I brought the mug all filled to my master he looked at the seat and tool me that I was a good boy that instead of putting it back into my ass I could drink it. Boy it was so fucking tasty I gulped in down and I started to get a hard-on thinking about the bears poz loads I just had in my hole. My master saw my cock hard and asked me if I needed to cum I asked master please could I cum? He told me that he was giving me 3 minutes to cum if I didn’t cum I had to stop until he felt that I could cum again. With that he said to me with his stop watch in his hand go!!! I stroked my cock so hard that I knew in a matter of seconds I would blow. My god it felt so good to finally cum. My master told me that I was a good boy and told me to take my pants off and bend over I knew that I was getting fucked after I blew my load he always got horny and wanted to fuck my hole and I loved every inch of his cock.
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Tales from the POZ Zone: The Cock with Wings From what I've been told, NY isn't the town it used to be. Stories from the Mine Shaft are legendary, only to me they are story's as I've never had the privileged of pigging out there. But all is not lost, on a Wednesday night on a business trip, I stopped by a pretty hot club, one of the last open sex clubs in NY. It was a quiet night, but that's not always bad. Sometimes there are just too many guys, and the action can become limited as standing and modeling or just inhibitions increase. So I was tuning into the place, checking it out, trying out the slings, (nice!), and getting my ass ready. Did a bit of this and that and thought I had it good when a hot little guy started playing with my ass. But to no avail, he didn't want to fuck. Oh well. Then the right guys came in. He was a chunky bear about 5'10", maybe 230ish, decked out in leather jacket and chaps and a shaved cock that showed his pubic tattoo of a pair of wings that attached to his cock! One look and damn! Tthats what I'm looking for. But he was playing it cool, he went to the patio and was sucking on a beer and sparked up a joint, where he quickly sucked both down. I hung out watching him, I didn't want to act too desperate, although I was plenty ready for some hot leather club action. As he got high, and since nothing was going on, he went back into the lounge area where a good fisting porno was showing. I discreetly followed him and sat katty korner to him on another couch, checking out his cock, and pulling on mine in my jock strap. Oh, I'm in my leather harness I got from California, got a jock strap on, wrist bands and a collar. Everything one needs to show I'm ready to be your slut, pull on the collar and I'm yours! So he's pretty high now, and getting turned on by the video and he knows I'm checking him out and drooling now. He tugs at his cock to signal me, and I don't wait, and slide on my knees off the couch and climb between his knees and proceed to stuff that hot winged cock in my mouth. I don't want to blow it, the session I mean, so I'm determined to give him the best blow job I can, and as I work that cock into a hard one, using every trick I can, he grunts his approval through his stoned haze. So far not a word has been said, just grunts and groans. After I get him rock hard and he eases me off his cock, and stands up and yanks on my collar to follow him to the next enclave, something just a bit more discreet than the video lounge. In the new room, he puts his hands on my shoulders in a way that just makes me go right down on my knees where he mounts my mouth with that winged cock! Woof! I get him hard again and he grunts away, this is getting hot, him a leather bear master and me the willing poz cub. I take a hit of poppers and really work on that cock with that poppered greed, looking at the wings tattoo and know that I'm working on a poz cock too. It had to be, wings to set you free. He's uninhibited and knows I'll pretty much do what he wants, so he pulls me up and gently just turns me around and bends me over. He knows I'll just go into any position, but he just moves me so assuredly where he needs me to be to get at my ass. I'm already lubed up, and he just eases that raw cock into me and starts fucking me with that winged cock of his, fucking me like a good bear master should. There's no discussion of bareback or condoms or status questions, he's the pig master and I'm the pig, all of this is just understood. "Yeah" he grunts and I'm in pig heaven taking that cock deep in me. He grabs my harness and start ramming away and the few guys that are in the club take notice as this is the real action that is supposed to be happening in a club like this. Still not a real word has been uttered. He's probably to high to talk much and I'm just getting off on a leather pigs poz cock up my poz ass kunt. Getting in a sling is one of my favorite things, so I make the move this time, and I pull him out and then holding his fat winged cock, I get him to follow me to the sling where he knows what I want instantly, and as I climb in and popper up and he also takes a snort and then rams that cock deep in my ass! I get lost in the poppers and the guys get close to watch two pigs go at it. He's now pulling his cock out all the way and ramming it in again and again. The sling starts rocking, and I start moaning and grunting like a pig in heat and he's starting to breath hard and get ready to get off in my ass. Fuck yeah! I don't even ask for and he doesn't say it, but he lets out a huge grunt and cums in my ass! And as I know he cumming, he's jerking on my cock, fuck that cock is all cum lubed up now and then I let it out, a deep groan as I shoot all over my self in front of the other watchers who grunt their approval. Fucking hot! After he's done, he just steps away, and since there are no other takers, as perhaps the others are now intimidated by bear leather master slave sex, I climb out of the sling, with his help, and he steadies me, and gives me a hot kiss. Fuck yeah! What a finish! He walks away, and I head to the john to clean up. A guy comes up to me, and said your lucky bastard, that guy is hot! Did he cum in you! He's a great breeder. I check my ass and Yeah, he came as I feel the load on my ass lips and I push it out on my fingers. So I clean up and then go back to cruising the club. After such a session, one can hope for more, but it is really a quiet night. But I hang in there hoping for more. After about a half hour as I walk by, the leather bear, just stops me by the arm, and pulls me closer to him, looking me in the eye, he plants a big sloppy kiss on my mouth and then as I let out a gasp as his lips break from mine, he simply turns me around and pushes me on my shoulder to lean me over a fuck table that in the middle of the room. Fuck yeah! Another round. He pushes his cock on my ass, but I'm dry, I fumble and say I need some lube, but he simply gets on his knees, pulls my ass wide and sticks his face in there licking and lubing my ass and then giving it a big wad of spit, he then just stands up and pushes that winged cock up my ass and starts fucking me hard, fast and good, damn! Again, nothing said, just grunts and groans. The other pig who congratulated me, come right next to us and is getting off on watching that pigs cock fuck my ass. It really doesn't take more than 10 minutes before I can tell, he's ready to unload, and this time he grabs my hips hard and drives that load in my ass, grunting as he unloads. The other guys just jerking away, he's doing all the talking, yeah cum in his ass, fuck and cum in his ass! Yeah! He blows his load and takes a deep breath and eases me up and my head is spinning from this intese fucking and the poppers. Fuck! He wants to help me get off, so I take a hit of poppers and while he reaches around and works my nips, I jack off another big load as I can feel the cum leaking out my ass and his cock between my cheeks. Damn! The other pig watches me cum and joins my pool of cum with his! He may have only gotten off by jerking, but he seems almost as happy as if he had got the fucking. He whispered in my ear, that guy's is a great breeder, woof! you're so lucky! Well shortly thereafter its time to go, and I still haven't heard a word out of him. As we get our clothes from the attendant, the attendant complains about phone calls from guys asking if there's anyone there or if any hot guys are in there. I just volunteer, it might be quiet, but it was plenty hot and looked at the bear master in the eye. He just chuckled a bit and we left. Still nothing was said. It was very fucking cool! Now, I just have to say that poz sex can be really great. But as cool as it sounds, being poz isn't a cakewalk in other aspects of life. If you like scenes like this, that I can understand, but you better understand that being poz means being sick, and there are lots of things to deal with. I don't mind sharing my true stories, but it is also true that I would rather not be poz. Oh well, that's the times we live in! woof!
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Bareback fuck party at New York, New York Hotel. Raw party for bears, chubs and chasers of all races, ages and sizes. BAREBACK ONLY! Send picture and description to djdnyc2004@yahoo.com - I will email you with the room number Thursday when I arrive.
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Give it one more try. On Vacation till the 3rd. Really want to have some hot fun while off work. 1 on 1, group, gang bang, all good. The more cock and cum in my furry ass the better. Can travel within reason, if you want to breed this bear and fill my hole with your hot tainted jizz hit me up men. Im horny for your cocks and cum.
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It's my birthday. Who wants to give me my birthday load or loads, would really get off on group of guys filling my hole with their hot tainted loads today.
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This bear lives in Reading (hour west of Philly). Looking for a regular fuck bud or buds for some hot fun. Fuck my hairy bear hold and leave your toxic load in me or bring a friend to fuck in deeper. Must Love to Kiss. My dick is hard wired to my lips, kissing gets me HOT. Hit me up guys. Really need that hot seed in me.
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Daddy Ken is a masculine, mature, bearded, hairy, muscular/stocky, bareback Top in an open relationship. He likes to fuck twinks. Some times he pulls out to cum. Some times he shoots inside. He has sixty fuck vids ( of himself fucking ) on his xtube profile. Might not be everyone's taste, but he could fuck me in a heart beat!! http://video2.xtube.com/community/profile.php?u=Midtown-couple
