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Hey, I have a big dick and am young. I'm looking for an older, preferably larger hairy man to have fun with. My Snapchat is heystanone
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Seeking dominant gay men to be a sexslave for use.
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I’m a bi-bottom... I don’t generally don’t suck cock (a few Dom Top Dads have forced me to)... but I’m very interested in getting into water sports. Specifically, drinking from tap. Is it possible to do without sucking? I’m pretty sure I’d enjoy all sorts of piss play. Just not experienced. Advice? tips? Experience?
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I am open to anything just hmu and we can figure it out I haven't done much but looking to change so who will be the first to train me Kik me at riverratjo
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I'm a guy who lives in Indy and is looking to make some Chicago friends. Ideally, I'd like to take the train up and meet you. I'm open to 1on1, group, and I'm cool with bi groups as well. I'm 37yo, white, bi, 6'1", blond hair on head and red facial and pubes, green/hazel eyes, 34" waist, 185lbs., 6.5-7" cut cock with slight curve, and I have a nice tight hairy ass that loves getting fucked bb.
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I am a masculine blue collar man that likes to suck dick!! I really like other masculine men that are age 30 and over. Married men, straight men, bi curious men that just want to use my hot wet mouth to dump a hot load in! masculine cocks and balls for me to worship and do as I'm told . I love being on my knees kneeling before a masculine man him knowing my mouth is his and he can use it as he likes!
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Hi all, this is my first story, based on real events from last night. I hope you enjoy! The Bi Virgin It was a Friday night and I had had a pretty long week at work, leaving me exhausted and horny as hell. On my way home, I stopped at a fast food joint to grab a bite to eat and popped up Grindr to see if there were any loads around that I could take. The usual old faces filled my cascade rather quickly. However, a pic-less profile sat right next to my picture. He had listed his stats: 28, 185 lb, 5’8”, neg, looking for bigger guys. As a larger cub, this piqued my interest. I popped up his chat and just as I was about to hit send, his message popped up: Him: Hey there! You are close. Me: Yeah man, just at X restaurant. How are you? Him: To be honest really horny. I am stuck in this hotel and really want to play. Me: MMMMM. Fucking hot man. I’m here horny as fuck. What r u into? Bottom or top? Him: So not really sure… I’m a virgin. Only jerked off a cock before. I think I’m a bottom though. I hesitated. I really wanted to take some loads tonight. But I also was boned at the idea of being the first cock to slide up this virgin’s ass. I could feel myself leaking in the restaurant. Suddenly my phone vibrated again and I noticed he sent me a face pic. He was fucking adorable! Shaggy blond hair, cool blue eyes, light scruff on a semi-baby face. I needed my cock in him soon. Me: Fuck man, you are hot. You are close, are you staying at the XXX hotel. It was the obvious choice. It was the only hotel within a mile. Him: Yeah man, wanna come over? Got lube and condoms in case it gets there? Me: Sure. I can be right over. Him: Room 228. I stopped at my car where I have a little first aid kit box repurposed as my sex go-bag (lube, silicon cock rings, condoms for those that insist, hand sanitizer… the basics I want with me at all times). I walked over to the hotel and was to his room in less than 5 minutes. He answered the door in basketball shorts and a tight lycra shirt. He was obviously tenting at the thought of being with another guy. After exchanging pleasantries, he began giggling nervously. I put my hand on his waist and pulled him close. I brushed my lips on his and then began to kiss him deeply. “Did you like that?” I asked. “Yeah,” he said with his nervous giggle. I began to rub his hard cock through his shorts. He let out a light gasp of pleasure. I let my hand wander under his elastic band. Damn, he had a thick cock. Hopefully one day he will use it to bred willing bottoms. “I have something I’ve always wanted to do with another guy… do you want to shower with me?” he asked. I could see in his eyes he really wanted to. “I’d like that a lot” I responded as I lifted his shirt over his head. I bent down to slide his shorts off, and on my way up gave his cock a nice little lick. He shivered. He then stripped me and led me to the hotel shower. After starting the water and getting the temperature just right, he turned and grabbed my hardening cock, stroking it and staring at it while licking his lips. I put my hand on his shoulder and gently pushed down, and he got the message to get on his knees and suck it. As the water bounced off his back he let my hard cock slide deep into his throat. He was gentle as one expects from a fairly novice cocksucker, but it still felt damn good. He bobbed his head up and down on my cock, taking it deeper each time and sucking a little harder each time. Finally he took it a little too deep and found his limit. He gagged on my cock, which just made my cock jump harder and gag him more. He stood up still stroking my cock. Without saying a word he turned around and started rubbing my cock on his tight bubble butt. He traced my cock head into his crack and started rubbing my precum on his tight, puckered hole. That made him moan. However, as much as I wanted to thrust forward right then, I could see he was nervous and I also knew he was far too tight and I would tear him. “Have you ever been rimmed?” I asked. “No, at least, I don’t this so. I’m not 100 percent sure what it is,” he responded. With that I switched spots so the water was to my back (this isn’t my first shower rodeo and I don’t feel like drowning while eating ass) and bent him slightly, spreading his cheeks. His pucker looked so tight. I pushed my face into his ass, darting my tongue in and out of his hole, sucking a bit on the pucker, digging my tongue deeper each time. He let out an amazing moan that made my cock jump. I backed away to admire his growing pucker. I rubbed it with a finger and using my spit as lube slid it in deep. More moans came from him, and I got even harder knowing I’m the first guy to explore this virgin ass. I went back to rimming him more, getting more of my saliva in his hole and getting deeper with my tongue. His ass tasted so good. This time, when I pulled back, I tried getting two fingers in. It was still tight, but luckily I put my little pack next to the shower. I grabbed the lube and slid both fingers in. His ass took them deep and squeezed hard. Fuck, it was tight. All I could think about is how much I wanted to breed this tight hole. I stood up and started to rubbed my cock on his loosened hole. “Please fuck me,” he begged as he ground his ass on my cock. He grabbed it an lined my head up with his pucker. I felt him lean back, and the tip started to enter. Not wanting a freaking-out virgin on my hands after, I asked, “Yeah you want my cock? Do you want it wrapped or raw?” He paused but continued to grind his ass on my cock. Finally, he moaned out the single word I really wanted to hear. “Raw.” With that permission, I slowly pushed forward. His hole was so fucking tight, and slowly I got my whole cock head into his hole. It felt so good. He tensed up. “Breathe,” I coached, “Just breathe, it will feel really good.” He began to relax and slowly I continued to slide my cock into his virgin hole, every inch feeling good in his unused tight ass. Finally, I got all 7 inches in him and felt him grind on my pelvis. I slowly withdrew and then slowly slid my cock back him. He let out an animalistic and unconscious moan of pleasure. His tight hole was milking me and I knew I wouldn’t last long. I picked up the pace of my strokes, and I could feel his tight ass loosening. It felt so good to be breaking in a future bottom slut. After a few minutes, his tight hole got the best of me. I was close. “I want to bred you, boy.” He panted, “Yes, yes, please, I want this. I really want your cum.” That pushed me over the edge. My body tightened and my load flooded his guts. I was washed over with a feeling of pride knowing my DNA was the first to be bred into him ever. He was panting and stood up. He had a huge smile on his face and kissed me deeply. “Thank you man. I never thought I would do that. I fucking loved it.” After that we finished up in the shower actually showering. He let me know he was in town a few more days so we exchanged numbers. Let see if he wants a second load. No matter what though, I’m glad I could welcome a nervous bi boy into the club of being a slutty bareback bottom.
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This is the story of the last filthy fetish my wife and I got into before our separation. These events all happened in sleazy motel near the Vancouver International Airport, and we did this scenario twice. After our separation, she continued to scratch this itch, and I still see her post up craigslist ads every few months, so she's still doing this. One of the ads showed up last weekend, which is what made me decide to post this story. While this is posted in fiction, it all happened just like this, nothing made up, nothing needed to be. These events remain the single filthiest thing I have ever done or seen done by a man or woman. When I see these events pop up, I amuse myself by sending friends to join in. Several have made the cut and brought back pics, and also her juices for me to slurp off their cocks. It all started when my wife found amateur porn of a woman, in bondage, blindfolded and with loud music playing over earbuds taped into her ears. The woman was obviously thus blind and deaf, and restrained, and a series of men entered the hotel room to use her while a man narrated to the camera stories of all her filthy former exploits. At one point two black men use her, and the narrator tells them she's a racist who despises blacks. The men respond by both removing their condoms and filling her cunt with sperm. My wife was in heaven. We watched it together, and she was eager to try it out. We blindfolded her, stuffed earbuds into her ears, wrapped her head in tensor bandages and fucked. She loved it, but it was really just a dry run. We fine tuned the details, and we booked a motel room. I placed a craigslist ad, and let her vet the respondents. She chose 10 guys, and left the invitations to me. Before I did so, unbeknownst to her, I contacted the two party tops who had been owning my ass once a month at the bath house, and found them eager to sample my wife, and they assured me they could bring more. I arranged for my tops to come to the motel room for 8pm, and invited the ones from the ad to come at 10. They could have what was left after my 9" BBC slam daddy and my 8.5" 68 year old silver fox daddy finished shredding her holes, along with their friends. I picked her up from work (she's an accountant with one of the major banks) at 3pm on friday, the trunk full of bondage and sex supplies, video gear, and party favours. We hopped on the quickest route to Richmond, and arrived at the hotel by 4pm. Good time in the usually awful Metro Van traffic. We stopped for a light meal at a place nearby after checking in. Richmond BC has the best Chinese food in the entire world, including china. If you're ever in town do two things: contact me here to see if there is a party, and make sure you eat at least one meal at one of our best restaurants. Returning to the motel, I prepared my wife. I washed her thoroughly, and cleaned out her asshole completely. I shaved her cunt and asshole and legs, and had her put her hair in very secure pigtails. I carefully inserted a pair of earbuds, then strapped on her blindfold. I carefully wrapped her head with a sticky reusable tensor bandage called 'vet wrap', binding the blindfold and earbuds in place while leaving her pigtails, mouth, and nose free. Vet wrap is incredible stuff, it sticks to itself but not to skin or hair, holds in place, and if kept clean can be used over an over. It's good for all kinds of animals, including slutty two legged ones like my whore of a wife. With her head secure, I collared her, and hooked her leash down the head of the bed and onto the bed frame. I shackled her wrists together, and placed shackles on her ankles, a leather corset with sturdy rings around her waist, and places some spreader bars and snap hooks where they would be handy if we chose to restrain her further. It was 7:45, my first guests, who she thought were the guests she had chosen, would be arriving slightly early. I connected her iPod to the earbuds. I reminded her that her safe word was 'Firetruck' to stop whatever was happening that moment, and Frankenstein to stop the scene. I switched on the 90 minute looping mix of porno soundtracks, sex noises, and EDM we had selected to drown her hearing. She was now isolated from the world of sound and light, and about to be thrust roughly into the world of touch to an extent she had never dreamed. There was a knock on the door.- 28 replies
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First time posting here so whats up guys! Had the house to myself yesterday and really couldnt fight the urge for some cock, after some failed craigslist posts and responses i decided i had no choice. I ended up at the rest area a couple miles from my house off the highway. Once i parked i got out and had a cigarette at a picnic table, before i was finished i saw a black suv flash its headlights a couple spots down. I couldnt resist, i walked over and to my surprise it was a older daddy type dude, with his ripe cut cock out waiting for me. I hoped in and within seconds had my face in his crotch blowing him, needless too say the excitement must of had him going because he shot his load pretty fast, i made sure to take it all and leave no mess. Once his cock was away he offered to jerk me off so i let him, wasnt anything different until i busted and he fed me my own cum. Thats it for now, hope i got some more loads to share soon!
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Cocksuckers, have you ever stared or glanced at the guy(s) cock next to you that was using the urinal? Have you ever been caught? If Yes, what have been the results? Me, I do it all of the time. Sometimes I get lucky enough that I get to take a guy into a toilet stall and Suck him Off, most of the time I get a disgusted look (Like they know I am a Cocksucker & think I'm despicable), or those rare occasions where I get punched right in the Nose while being called a faggot. One time I got hit so hard, I was knocked out, when I woke several minutes later, either the guy who knocked me out or someone else had wrote FAGGOT in permanent marker on my forehead:O
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Older bi guy in Calgary looking to explore, I am a total bottom and want to be used by mature tops
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I had a dream this morning that was so intense and vivid. It was also nasty, depraved, and twisted. My dream starts with me finding myself in a house. Its dark, all the shades are drawn. I quickly come to realize that I’m in a tweaker house. Its not overly crowded with people, but there are quite a few people around, males and females, all ages, sizes, and races. The constant is they’re all naked, sexing, and very, very high. I can smell the meth. I see points, many points, on the ground, on what little furniture there is. As I walk through the house, in and out of the various rooms, people are enjoying all kinds of sex, in all kinds of variations and combinations. It seems that everyone is fucking everyone. Needless to say, my cock was rock hard, and I soon realized I was naked as well. I opened the door to another room. It was small, but there were at least four people in there. I noticed a woman, and three men. As I stepped inside the room, it became clear that the men were black, well built, and very well hung. The woman was lying on her back, with one of the black men under her with the head of his cock in her ass, the head of another bull cock in her mouth, and the third black man slamming her arm. In the dim light, I was able to see the flash, then the plunger went it. While he was administering the slam, he was positioned with his cock head in her shaved cunt. After the point was removed all three men simultaneously shoved their enormous cocks into their respective holes, balls deep. It was obvious she was flying, and the sounds she made also telegraphed the intense pleasure she was feeling. I moved into the room further, as this scene made me even hornier than I’ve ever been. I came closer to the group. The men all glanced at me, but paid me no attention. It was clear they had slammed themselves as well. I came even closer, finally getting close enough to see the woman’s face. And my jaw dropped to the floor. There, slammed and flying, with three huge cocks pummeling her holes in unison, was my wife, enjoying sex as she never let on to me. A mix of emotions came over me, anger, jealousy, shock. But above it all, I felt desire, and a level of horniness I have never felt before. My cock, like a rock now, and surprisingly, my ass hole, quivering with desire, were telltale signs that I was enjoying the sight before me. I watched for what seemed like hours, all the positions my wife was put in and fucked, the three horse-hung cocks changing holes and continuing the pounding, her moans of pain and extasy. She was a no-holes-barred chem slut. These three cocks rotated between her holes without concern. I almost shot a load, without touching my cock, when I saw, for the first time, a big black cock pull out of her ass, and plunge right into her pussy, balls deep in a single stroke. It was a nastiness I had never expected from any woman, let alone my wife. I was astonished. Never in our many years of marriage had there been any hint that this was the kind of sexual action my wife enjoyed. She was always straight-up proper and conservative in our sexual life. I was truly disappointed in this revelation, yet intensely turned-on at the same time. As the scene continued to play out before me, again, it seemed like hours had passed, the pounding my wife was receiving from the three bull cocks began to intensify. It was obvious that all three were near to unloading into my wife’s holes. I was hoping that these men were going to flood her holes. When the time came, the cock in her throat pulled out briefly, allowing her to take a deep breath, then all three pushed in balls deep and let out intense grunts, indicating that their cocks were indeed spasming and shooting their loads deep in my wife’s holes. I was surprised at how adept she was at letting the cock in her throat shoot its load directly into her stomach, not a single gag reflex to be seen. I admired her level of skill. When the spasming stopped, all three men pulled their cocks out. I was clear that all participants slams were beginning to wear off, as there was a slight increase in coherence. I was amazed at how much cum flowed out of my wife’s pussy and ass. I can only imagine that her throat also took a load that was similar in size. Needless to say, I was impressed. She lapped the cum from her holes with her hands, and moved them frequently to her mouth. She then got onto all fours, and licked and swallowed all the cum that had flooded out of her holes and onto the bed. Fuck! This was hot! After a few minutes of resting in a pile of intertwined human flesh, the group began to disassemble itself. My wife dutifully knelt at the edge of the bed, and lovingly sucked and cleaned off every cock. Even flacid, it was clear these black studs were packing, as their cocks easily hung 10-12 inches below their balls. Not a drop of cum was left. After, the men left, entering other rooms to relax and check out the action. No one was in a hurry to leave the house, and it looked like they were intending to stay a while, recharge, and enjoy some more uninhibited sex. It was at this time that my wife looked over and finally noticed me standing there in the room. She looked tired, still very high, but content and satisfied. Her eyes widened a little as she recognized me, but a slight grin formed on her lips, as she seemed to realize her true nature and secret activities had finally been learned by her husband, the man she supposedly loved. Even after seeing all this, for all this time, my cock had not gone soft, still as hard as when I first found myself in this house. She sat at the edge of the bed, crossed her legs, fixed her hair, and wiped the sweat from her body with her hands. Her body reeked, a mix of sweat, fresh and long dried, mixed with meth, lube, cum and piss. I found this intoxicating. When she was finished, she looked at me and smiled. She didn’t try to convince me that my eyes didn’t see what they saw. She simply told me that she loved me, deeply, and began to tell me how she came to this part of her life. We were married in our mid twenties, and like all newlyweds, those first several years were bliss. Our personal and professional lives kept us busy, but we always found time daily to enjoy each other’s bodies. We were always satisfied sexually. Even when we were away from each other, usually through work related travel, we spent those times through intense phone sex. On the first night of a multi-day trip many years ago, she was sitting in the hotel lobby bar after a long day, getting a drink before turning in, when a charming gentleman came to her table. One drink, and light conversation, she told herself. Then she’ll turn in. What can it hurt. They talked about each other’s families, work, the usual stuff. She turned to reach for her purse to pull out some pictures of “us”. The charming gentleman used the moment to put something in her drink. After some additional conversation, and several sips from her drink, she began to feel bad, and excused herself to go back to her room. After she put in her key card, a hand covered her mouth, and she was led inside her room. She was so out of it, she doesn’t remember much of what happened, but when she began to focus, she realized she was lying on the bed, naked, and her wrists and ankles were bound to the bed in spread eagle fashion. She looked around the room, and saw four men, one white, two black, and one hispanic. They were all naked and stroking their cocks. She began to struggle and scream, but realized quickly that her mouth was stuffed with a wash cloth, so her screams were muffled. The white guy, who was the “charming gentleman” she was talking to earlier at the bar, came over to her with a needle filled with some clear liquid. He told her not to squirm, and the other three men held her body and arm firm. The needle was inserted, a flash was registered, and its contents administered. My wife had her first slam. After an intense cough, she was quickly flying, feeling like she had never felt before. Surprising for her, she admitted to me that she became intensely horny. Her pussy became dripping wet, and even her asshole twitched and began to feel needy. As she rubbed and probed her fingers into her holes and mouth, she looked over and saw the men administer slams to themselves, just like they had done to her. Each of their cocks got immediately hard, and much, much larger and thicker than before. Even though she knew she should be frightened and wanting to flee, her body and state of mind told her that this is going to be something enjoyable. Her restraints were untied, and she became a willing participant. Over the course of the next three days, she was fucked in all her holes, not just by these four men, but by many others that were called to join the fun. And she admitted that she enjoyed it all: enjoyed being a real slut, enjoyed the many slams, even booty bumps, enjoyed taking any and all cock and cum from the many anonymous men she'd fucked that trip. She even called and canceled her meetings, so she could continue to enjoy her new found role as a tweaker slut. She called to check in with me between slams, even having phone sex with me at night “before bed". Little did I know she was high and enjoying every moment, and as soon as we hung up, she’d be slammed again, and getting fucked by the next batch of men. She told me that on that trip, she could not recall how many men she fucked, or how many loads she took and swallowed, but she said that it was over thirty different men, and their loads went in every hole. She astonished herself at how much she craved cum. The day before she was to leave for home, the men thanked her and left. This gave her time to recuperate before returning home and facing me. She was told that anytime she was in town, just let them know and she could repeat her experience. They asked where else she traveled for work, and told her that they could arrange similar experiences for her there as well. This excited her immensely, and she quickly agreed to their suggestion. When she returned home, she felt ashamed to see me, knowing what had happened, and how much she enjoyed it. But she never let on to me who she had become. Her travel schedule over the next year or two increased, and her trips went from three to five or six days. Her income never decreased, so she was able to accomplish her job. But all the while, every location she traveled to, arrangements were made for her to spend many days and nights being a tweaker slut. She said that after returning home the "first time", she quickly began to seek out this kind of action near home, and it wasn’t hard to find. Her “girls nights out” or “girls weekends” always led her to the nearest tweaker house, where she would be satisfied in ways I never knew about. She also never let me experience her new skills, as she felt it would give away her alter ego. So our love life remained the same as it always had been. I was always satisfied. She said she was too, but after hearing her story, I wasn't convinced of the truthfulness of her words. Finally, after many years of this, I found myself in this house, with my wife, witnessing her true nature. Yes, my emotions were a jumble, but overwhelmingly, I felt much admiration for her, as well as intense lust to enjoy her before, during, and after one of her sessions. That is, if she agreed. I have always had a desire to explore more sexually. This revelation gave me the kick I needed to begin that journey. I sat next to my wife on the bed, put my arm around her, and told her that, although I was initially shocked by what I saw, I still loved her, very much, and that I quickly began to feel that, I too, wanted to branch out sexually. She looked at me with a wide eyed happy smile, and told me that she could help me get there. I told her that walking around this house, seeing the mix of different people and their sexual actions, and finding this all intriguing, I wanted to participate as well. She told me that here, in this house, there are no rules. Everyone can fuck anybody: man-on-man, girl-on-girl, man-girl, groups, and even orgies, although one can argue that the whole house is one big chem-fueled orgy. She asked me what I wanted. I confessed that I not only wanted to fuck as many women, in every hole, as possible, but seeing her with those three horse-hung black studs got me interested in man-on-man action. She surprised me by telling me that these guys are here at this house frequently, and usually stay for many days at a time, that they are bi, and love to fuck men. She could arrange for them to give me some attention if I wanted. I told her to set it up. She also said that chems are a given here, and that you could have anything, any amount, any time, just ask. She said that in the time she was with these black men, she was slammed three times, and received two booty bumps. Yes, I was watching her for several hours. Not having experienced any of this before, I asked her about it. She said that, based on what I told her, I will definitely want to have myself slammed, as well as a bootybump or two. She said that my asshole will feel unlike it has ever been before, and that my experience getting fucked and bred will be insanely pleasurable. She also said that, in this place, you will get fucked by cocks that have been in many, many holes, most of the time without the benefit of being cleaned off first. There will be pussy juice on that cock, there will be ass juice on that cock, there will be cum and chempiss on that cock, there may even be shit on that cock. The bottom line here is that you will be fucked by a nasty cock, or eat a nasty pussy or ass, and you’ll be okay with that. That’s just the culture at this tweaker house. Just her describing that possibility made me insanely horny. I can become just as big a chemslut as my wife. I told her to arrange it, and she got up and went into another room. A few moments later she returned and said that she talked to the black men she’d fucked earlier, and they agreed, so long as they can do us both side by side after doing me alone. She said they would attend to me in an hour or two, and that I should enjoy some of the fine pussy in this place until then. I agreed, and my wife got up and fetched a pipe and lighter. She told me that we would smoke some meth to get me in the mood, and that she would show me how. She pulled the pipe to her lips. It was obvious that it was full of small rocks of what I assume was meth. I asked her where she got that, and she reminded me of what she said earlier, that you could have anything, any amount, any time, just for the asking. She lit the pipe and I saw the bulb fill with white smoke. A little came out a small hole at the top. She inhaled deeply, till the bulb was empty, and held it in for a long time. I did not know she could hold her breath for so long. It should have been obvious, considering the throat fucking I saw her receive earlier. When she exhaled, her head was surrounded by a thick white cloud. She heated the bulb again, inhaled, except this time, she waved her arm and hand for me to come closer. I did, and she grabbed the back of my head and gave me a kiss unlike any she’s given me before, exhaling into my mouth and lungs the smoke she had just inhaled. I inhaled deeply. Her lips were still on mine hard, and as I began to exhale, she immediately began to inhale again. She pulled off her lips, held in the smoke a bit longer, and exhaled what remained of the white cloud. I had been “shotgunned”, she told me. Next, she handed me the pipe and lighter, after checking to make sure there was sufficient T. She told me to hold the lighter underneath the bulb until it fills with the white smoke. That’s the time to inhale, and hold it in as long as I could. I did as told, and was surprised how easy this was. The smoke filled my lungs, and I could feel its effects. In short, I felt really, really good, and definitely began to feel horny. My cock began to harden, and even my ass hole started to twitch. We did this till the bowl was empty, and she refilled it, and we finished that bowl as well. With that second bowl, she encouraged me to finish most of it, which I did. By the way, my cock is still hard, and hasn’t been soft since before my dream began. She told me to get on my hands and knees, and to continue smoking the pipe. I did as she ordered, my ass in the air. As I inhaled lungful after lungful, she spread my ass cheeks, and planted her tongue deeply in my ass hole. This was my first time, but I knew right away this would be a favorite activity of mine. It felt so good. She took he pipe and lighter from me, grabbed my hands, and lifted me off the bed. Staggering a little, we walked hand in hand out the door of the room and began to walk around the house together, exploring each room to see what was going on. While on this little journey, she told me that she would spend days here, having sex with as many people, male or female, as she fancied, her holes completely filled with cum and chempiss. She would be well spun, as she put it, her inhibitions completely gone. I would enjoy that too. We came across a room with a guy, well hung, and three women, all slim in build, nice tits, and all completely shaven smooth. My wife asked if we could join in, and the women readily agreed. The guy excused himself, saying he’d been fucking the women for the last couple of hours and needed to relax a bit. My wife led me to the bed, where I was to take his place. Feeling as good as I did, I had no problem laying on my back, extending my arms around all four women, and enjoying the naked flesh. My wife got up, went to a table against the wall, and returned with a needle. Noticing the look of alarm in my eyes, she calmly said that the needle contained a mixture called Tri-Mix, and its purpose is to keep men hard for extended periods of parTy sex. She said that the needle will be injected into my cock, and that it may feel a little painful at first, but that my cock would remain hard for hours. All the women who visit here are trained to administer this to men. All the men must accept this. Calmly, she grabbed my cock, extended it, inserted the needle, and slowly pressed the plunger. Yes, there was the initial prick of my cock’s skin, and yes, the slight pain continued until she withdrew the needle, but it wasn’t as bad as I had thought beforehand. Although my cock was hard to begin with, a very short time later, my cock was rock hard, and remained that way for several hours. One by one, the four women mounted my cock or my face, with their pussy or ass, it really didn’t matter. I fucked all four in all their holes, really enjoying the shear nastiness of ass-to-pussy fucking. When I finally shot my load, they all tried to get some by quickly taking turns on my spasming cock. The feeling was incredible, my wife sharing my cock with all these strangers (at least to me). I think, to this day, that I was able to place my sperm in every hole offered. We relaxed a bit, with each woman mounting my face, and grinding her ass and pussy on my mouth. I relished their flavors. They each kissed me deeply, then left the room. I felt spent, having shot the biggest cum load of my life, spun as high as I’ve ever been, and still flabbergasted that my wife is teaching me all of this. We lay there, my wife and I, for what seemed like hours. In this tweaker house, she said, anyone can do anything, with anyone else. There are no limits here. You can be as vanilla as you want, or as nasty, twisted, and depraved as you want. There will always be someone available to indulge your sexual tastes. She admitted to me that she’s done quite a lot here. More than she had ever thought she would, or even knew about, and that one day, she’d share those experiences with me. The one constant, she said, was the drugs. Being a tweaker house, everyone understands that the high is always there. No refusals. We got up, finally, and strolled around the house, into the other rooms, witnessing the hot debauchery unfolding in front of us. I was amazed, and very turned on. Naked bodies everywhere. No clothing to be seen anywhere. Pipes, lighters, baggies, and needles to be seen everywhere. And not a condom to be found, anywhere. I could see myself, with my wife’s acceptance, becoming a regular here, with or without her accompanying me, but preferably with her there as well. After touring the entire house, all three floors and basement (which was set up as a dungeon playroom, with an impressive collection of toys), she took me back to the room where this all began. It had been a few hours since we began this walk. Time flew by here. In the time we were here, I had just finished watching her get used in all her holes by three very well hung black men, as well as seeing her and her three cock studs slammed with meth beforehand. She had explained to me her journey to this place, and I had experience my first pnp and group fuck with four women, including my wife. She led me to the bed, sat me down. She turned around, and returned with a pipe and lighter. Clearly, the pipe was already full of meth. Its always available. She lit the pipe, watched for the telltale sign of white smoke filling the bulb, then took a deep, long draw. She tilted her head back as the chems in the smoke replenished her already good feelings. Before letting out the smoke, she leaned over and planted a deep, wet kiss, exhaling the smoke into my lung. I breathed deeply, and held it there as long as I could. We remained lip-locked for some time, passing the smoke back and forth. After emptying the bowl, she told me that finally, it was time for what I’ve been waiting for. She left me for a moment, and upon returning, she was accompanied by the three black bulls that ravaged her at the beginning of this dream. She told me that the five of us would be playing together, that both my holes and cock would be worked simultaneously, and constantly, and that her role in this group fuck, would be to fill in any gaps in my experience. Complete sensory overload. And if one of the guys needs a hole to fuck, she’d make any of hers available. I nodded yes, with enthusiasm, and, as I lay on the bed, the other four, including my wife, got up, and moved to a table along the wall. They returned with five needles, or points, as they were repeatedly called, one for each of us. I could begin to see why my wife really got into this. The anticipation was overwhelming. She would be the one administering my first slam, two of the three black men would administer themselves, with the third administering to my wife, who would then administer himself, till we were all slammed with enough meth to last hours. I was amazed at her skills as she calmly, and confidently found my vein, inserted the needle, returned the flash, and pressed the plunger in. Wow!!! What a feeling. I coughed, hard, a few times and uncontrollably, then I felt my rush. Smoking meth was a new thing for me, and as intense as it was, nothing compared to this. I can definitely get used to this. Wow!!! Once we were all slammed, the fun began. I’ve never had a cock in my mouth before, but it was soon after that my first was to enter my mouth. It was big. I marveled at its size, and mentally commended my wife for her skills at dealing with such a monster. Much bigger than my own cock, bigger, thicker, longer. The T in my veins was commending my wife on her skills at working such a cock well. I was flipped over onto my stomach. I felt my ass cheeks spread wide, and what felt like a tongue probing around my asshole. I was in heaven. After the rimming I received before by my wife, I knew that I wanted to really get into this. So I pushed my ass back hard onto the probing tongue, and pushed my ass lips out. I was jealous of my wife for having experienced this long before me. I was feeing good, very good. I could not admit otherwise. Cock in my mouth, tongue in my ass. Soon after, I felt my cock being stroked. I look down and saw my wife stroking my cock, hardening it, sucking it deeply, balls deep. After a while of this, she straddled me, my cock just touching her wet pussy. At this time, the cock in my mouth withdrew until just the head was in my mouth. And the tongue in my ass withdrew, and was replaced my the head of a cock. It pushed in until just he head was in my hole. Never have I felt this before. I was euphoric. A cock in my ass felt beyond belief. So here I was: a cock in my mouth, a cock in my ass, and my wife hovering her pussy over my cock. I raised my head and saw the last black cock positioning itself in my wife’s ass. It had been a couple hours since our last slam. So, before anyone penetrated anyone, points were presented, and all participants were slammed again. Once the rush hit me, I felt both cocks in my holes begin to penetrate deeper. My wife’s cunt slowly lowered itself onto my cock, and her anal lover (banger, really!) began to work himself into her ass. I was loving this!! Soon, we were balls deep into our respective holes. A rhythm developed, such that each hole could enjoy a deep and thorough fucking. This went on for some time, cocks were repositioned into alternate holes, holes were repositioned for maximum depth. Breaks were taken to smoke some T, and I received 2 bootybumps, my first. I could not believe how hungry my hole became. Every part of my erogenous zones were flying, and I loved it. I understood how my wife so easily succumbed to this lifestyle. I could not believe how great it felt to get two hugely hung cocks into my mouth and ass. Balls deep. I quickly learned how to control my breath, as the cock in my throat probed deeply into me. I was surprised how easily that went. Maybe the T helped a bunch. We went like this for a couple of hours, cock changing positions and holes to get some variety. I loved the nastiness of the any cock, any hole, any time paradigm. Maybe its the T talking here. Eventually, the three black studs began to fuck faster, a sure sign that cum explosions were soon to be enjoyed. My goal was to get as much cum in my holes as possible,, and that meant that my wife would not be receiving any loads this time around. With wonton eyes, I looked at my wife’s eyes deeply, and she seemed to understand. She pulled off both my cock in her pussy, and the bull cock in her ass, and, with her hand, directed the free bull cock into my hole, alongside the the cock already there, double penetrating my asshole. At first, I could not believe how painful this was, but soon, felt wonderful. Both cocks went at it for several minutes until they both began to shoot their loads. I couldn’t believe how full my hole felt. So, to summarize, I got two loads in my ass, and one down my throat. Pretty good for a newbie. My wife rode my cock, but pulled off before I could shoot my load. Received two slams, and two bootybumps. Everything here is a first for me. I should be upset, considering, but I was loving it, and my wife for introducing me to the lifestyle. After the black men pulled out, and before I was able to suck their cocks clean, my legs were thrown over my head, and my wife’s hands spread my ass wide open. She buried her face and tongue deep in my hole. She ordered me to push, while she ate all the cum from my hole, kissing me intermittently to let me taste it all. Finally, I was let up to position myself to suck the cocks clean. God!!! How I loved the taste to cum and my ass on their cocks. My wife helped by kissing me when I switched cocks to suck. After the guys left. it was just me and my wife in the room, alone in the darkness. A little more kissing, and she got up, grabbed two points, and administered them to each of our arms. Before pushing the plungers, however, she got hold of two good sized rocks of tina, and pushed them into each of our assholes. Then she pushed the plungers after getting the flash. As the rush hit, she found my hard cock and shoved it into her asshole, balls deep. Our lips met, kissing deeply, as the bootybumps began to make their presence known. We fucked for hours, my cock in her every hole. I must have shot multiple loads, I was so spun I really don’t remember. She fed me her pussy and ass for what seemed like hours to eat, kissing me occasionally to savor the flavors of her body. Just the two of us, alone, in that room, for what seemed like an eternity. We woke up and disentangled from our embrace. I looked at my phone. My God!!! It was Wednesday already. My dream started on the previous Thursday. Six days!!! Fuck!!! I love my wife. And then I woke up. Reality came slowly as my grogginess wore off and my eyes began to focus more clearly. My mind slammed to the last thought I had of my dream, and a sudden, slight wave of panic raced over my body. I turned my head quickly … and saw my wife, sleeping peacefully next to me. The clock became visible on the nightstand next to her. It was 5:30 am, nearly time for me to get up and begin my day. I slid my arm under her, she moved over to meet me as we cuddled and I kissed her forehead. We lay like that for the next hour. It was just a dream. A vivid, full color dream that I remember as clearly as if I had actually been there. And my wife! Wow! What a dream. I looked down toward my cock. It was definitely pitching a tent. I began to wonder ……...
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hey guys....37yo bi white masc TOP guy in Richmond, VA area, 5'9 165lbs avg/fit bod mod hairy, non-scene...8in cut cock, neg/std free, from here, recently moved back, def want to get out of richmond for a night for some wild raw fucking, or host a guy in a motel/hotel around here. Into watching hot raw fuck porn, making vids/pics, VERBAL DOM here, have some toys, up for bondage type stuff, roleplay (rape scenes or whatever), hot underwear and jockstraps, poppers for btm, don't usually but ok to party n play sometimes and does not keep me from getting hard, can be hard as a rock when pnp......into ws, pimping out a hot bottom.....pretty go with the flow guy here, richmond is cool but just need something/someone from out of town, running into all same guys down here, feeling frustrated and not turned on.....and I need to get all this cum out of my cock....usually can cum mult times......hit me up....would like to try to do this soon. sent me pvt msg i'll send you my email with pics. can take train or chinese bus to dc anytime, used to live there too, so familiar with getting around.......am a good house guest, too....respectful of space, i work full time and not trying to take anything/be rude, just want to hang/party and get wild and kinky.......hope something pans out... -
Again, not my story, but too hot not to share. This really happened today. I couldn't sleep last night so I figured I'd see what was happening in the local personals and hookup chats. I am 25, bi and have a girlfriend, but I've fooled around a few times in the past hooking up with maybe 10 guys over the last 6 years. I often fantasize about being totally dominated and used by a hung top, but none of my experiences bottoming ever came close to my dreams. That changed today. It had been 2 years probably since I had bottomed. I was on a blow-n-go only streak which satisfied my taste for cum but not my longing to feel my ass stretched around a fat cock. This morning though, I was getting a lot of messages from guys interested in plowing my tight white ass. Most were BBC. One guy though...his cock was magnificent. 8in long, cut, and almost coke can thick with a pair of huge low-hanging balls. He was 19, not something I'm usually into, but bigger than me and very masculine. Best part: he started immediately playing the Dom. I was just looking to suck a cock, but he demanded an ass pic so I dutifully replied with one. He went wild telling me how he wanted to "bend [my] bitch ass over and shove [his big black cock] up my tight white boi pussy." How he was going to turn me into his cock slut, how I was his boi slut, and he was going to be my Daddy. This was everything I ever dreamed of. He sent me over the edge when he told me to put on a pair of my gf's panties and meet him in the lobby of his dorm building. I did as daddy asked and out on a lacy blue thong and slid some sweat pants on over, got in the car, and before I knew what I was doing I was standing in his dorm room. He told me to take off everything but my panties. "Sissy bois don't get to wear clothes" he said. He pushed me onto my knees and stood with his crotch in my face. I understood what he wanted, and pulled out his giant black semi-hard cock. At "half-staff" he was already bigger and thicker than me. He placed his foot firmly against my cock and balls and squished them just hard enough to make me squeal. "That is not a real cock" he said referring to my crotch. "That is your flirty. You are not to touch your clitty. You only cum with daddy's permission or you will be punished." "Now be a good little slut and take care of your daddy's cock." I took him in my mouth soft but already he was down my throat. Soon he was at his full 8x6in size and fucking my throat like it owed him money. I sucked and gagged and stroked him like I have seen female pornstars do. On my knees in a pair of panties it felt right to let my cock whore nature take over. As he got close to blowing his load, he had me up and bent me over the side of his couch. He pulled the thong to the side exposing my tight pussy. Then began probing with tongue, then fingers, and finally a decent sized dildo until he was satisfied I was ready for his massive daddy cock. He said he would go easy. Instead, he slid on a condom, spit on my hole, pressed his cock against my hole gradually building pressure, and then forcefully rammed half of his member inside me. I felt so full I thought he was gonna rip me in 2. After a few gentle pumps, he drew all the way out and rammed it back in further. This continued until I felt his balls rating against my own. I was in heaven. I had never been so full. I arched my back to give him full access to my pussy and he began pounding away. He fucked me all over the dorm room. I couldn't get enough. Everytime he pulled out to reposition, I felt empty and incomplete and longed for his cock back inside me. Against his orders, I came twice from having my ass so forcefully used while he called me his slut, sissy bitch, and pussy boi. The first time, he scooped up my cum and fed it to me, telling me that real men don't cum from being ass fucked. "See, I told you that you aren't a real man. Even your little clitty has accepted that the only way you cum now is from having a real man dick up your pussy. You are to suck, get fucked, and cum just like the girl you really are." I was equally demeaned and turned on. I climbed on top and rode his cock until I squirted more sum from my little clit. I awaited my feeding, but this time he had me back on my knees, dropped a big glob of cum on my ass hole and started fucking it into me. I loved the feeling of hot cum in my ass. After sometime, I was ready for his cum. He pulled out, took off the condom, and approached by mouth. My pussy wasn't done yet though. I boldly stood up and bent over the couch and spread my cheeks wide. I wanted him to be the first to seed my hole and claim it as his property. His raw cock felt even better. I could feel his sticky pre-cum and every ridge of his thick shaft. After only a minute or 2 I could tell he was close. I clenched my pussy tight on his cock and he began shooting spurt after spurt of daddy sperm deep into my cunt. He held his cock inside of me briefly and then continued thrusting until he went soft. We got dressed and he sent me home full of his seed. I can still feel it deep in my bowels and it just makes me want more
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I love to wear a diaper for self watersport/pissing fun, anyone else here into wearing diapers?
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At 45 years old, Jim was a tall man at 6' 6" when barefoot. He weighed about 200, had collar length brown hair, a mustache, wore glasses and was endowed with seven cut inches. His callused work-worn hands weren't conducive to masturbating so he needed to fuck ass and mouth or get sucked off. Clem was short at 5' 6" and about 150 to 160 pounds, sported blond hair in a buzzcut, was clean-shaven and sported well-bitten nails unlike Jim's nails which always had grease under them due to his job at a junkyard dismantling cars, engines and checking transmissions. Clem worked as a clerk in a retail store. They met at a bar and seemed smitten with each other. After getting to know each other over a couple of beers and Clem giving Jim's cock a quick kiss in the men's room, they headed to Jim's place, a pad in an older two-story block of flats. Once inside they hugged and french kissed and then stripped. They admired each other, Clem admiring Jim's rugged work-strong but slender body and his cock ans balls nestled in dark brown pubes and his size 13 feet. Jim liked Clem's youthful body and his masculinity as well as his respectable uncut 6" cock. They hugged and french-kissed, lay on the bed and continued for another few minutes. "You ready to get fucked Clem?" Jim asked. "I was ready before I even saw your cock in the bar men's room," Clem gushed. Clem began sucking on Jim's already half-hard cock bringing it to full hardness. Jim then got some Vaseline while Clem took his place on the bed laying on his stomach and spreading his legs wide. Jim quickly greased-up his loggerhead, spat on Clem's asshole and mounted him. Clem could feel the man's warmth as the stud mounted him. Jim put his hard on to Clem's entrance and let his weight drive it right home. None of the slow shit Jim reserved for breaking the cherries of men he liked. Clem flinched at the man's sudden complete penetration which ended a second later with Jim's balls on Clem's ass. Jim flexed his love-muscle which Clem felt as it swelled a bit and then began fucking Clem who was loving it after just a few strokes. Jim fucked Clem good, putting his own sexual pleasure and enjoyment ahead of how his conquest felt. Clem was enjoying Jim's studmanship, glad to finally find a real man instead of some wimp who worried too much about how some piece of ass felt. Jim sawed away for about ten minutes, gradually speeding-up his thrusts, his dick feeling better with each powerful thrust of his loins driving it in his punk's cunt of an ass. Clem was so turned on after eight or nine minutes that he came, his dick shooting off sperms between his belly and the bed sheet. The orgasm tightened his ass for Jim who liked it tightening-up around his dick. Jim fucked even faster and harder enjoying himself being the man in their relationship, his dick in heaven as he piston-thrust in the tight ass. The final minute saw Jim's crotch slapping Clem's ass with each powerful thrust as he pounded him into the bed and then hilted himself pumping spurt after penis-pleasing spurt deep into the man-loving ass. Jim then resumed thrusting, pumping his remaining cum into Clem who arched his back to get as much as his new hero's dick into his hole as possible. Jim snapped his hips to slam home two more mighty thrusts and rested on Clem's back to enjoy the after fuck while Clem praised Jim and the great fuck he threw into him. Jim told Clem he was a great piece of ass and that he'd gladly fuck him as often as he wanted. Clem lovingly massaged his hero's dick with his talented ass muscles and told Jim he wished more men were like him. After resting a few more minutes our hero withdrew from his anal conquest and stood beside the bed. Clem got up, bent over and lovingly sucked Jim's dick clean and kissed it and his sweaty balls. He then licked his cum off Jim's bed and said he wanted to rim Jim.
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I'm very much into being fucked but often have a hard time getting my hole to cooperate with my mind. With any luck some of you more experienced bottoms will be able to help me take a man like a pro Being new to this and having very few friends to discuss it with, I'm not sure what it's "normally" like to take a cock. Should I always expect an incredibly acute burning sensation as the man presses into me? I've had to stop guys sometimes due to the pain, and have only been able to take a couple loads (which I love to do)- other times I've had to stop my top prematurely. How can I train my ass or brain to better accept a man?
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Recently met an ex-con in his early 50's. He said he was straight when he went into prison but after using other cons mouths and asses he says that he misses being serviced by men. We hooked up through an ad. I serviced him at his motel. He watched some straight and bi porn on his laptop. Then I sucked and rimmed him. He was drinking beer and gave me some piss. Then got on my hands and knees on the bed and he bred me. He also talked about his prison experiences which got both of us hot and horny. Told him if he has any prison friends visiting San Francisco to have them get in touch with me. Would also like to do a group of ex-cons. So would like to meet other ex-cons with same interests. Living in or visiting San Francisco. Also any others with the same interest. -
Ok, so I just got back from his hotel and the experience was so hot I need to share it here. i was chatting on gridr while watching a movie with a friend. I see this profile with an shot of a guys ass in jean. His profile goes something like visiting for the weekend bi, closet male looking for chat or fun. So I decide it be worth a bit of chat, after all i have a thing for bi/straight guys. So we do the normal intros and small talk. Finally I get an opening when he says he needs a massage. I ask him if thats all he wants or is looking for more. He stats he is open to more but is only a top and doesn't kiss, but mainly looking for a massage and bj. I say cool I can come over after the movie and help you out with the massage and we can go from there. So after the movie I get ready, even clean out though he said he probably not want to fuck but better safe then sorry. I get over to his hotel and he strips and true to form of a straight guy lays face down and lets me get to work on massaging him. I don't mind he has a great skin and a decent body and a nice bubble butt. So I take a while an rub his back side down with lotion. Placing a few kisses her and there, like his shoulders butt checks, inside the back of his knee, etc. Well, next I have him roll over and start massaging his front, chest legs, stomach, and of course his cock and balls. I massage and lick and suck his perfect cock and balls for a wile. Next I mount him to better rub his shoulders. Well I also like to play place the cock head in the crack. So I do that and he is getting into it. As i am kissing his ear and neck he moves and kisses me with tongue, so I go along with it. First rule broken lol. Next I start to move his cock in my crack and he lines it up with my hole. With lotion and spit on it it slides right in. I pause and wait for him to protest. The fucking and or the raw condom free entry, remember he was not feeling up to sex and never bbs, but nothing is said he just starts to thrust up into me. I love it raw and so I start to move to meet his motions. Rule two broken. He also continues to kiss me. So hot, this straight/bi guy not into bb or kissing doing both with me. After riding him for about 10 mins he stills and unloads deep in my hole. Love when a safe sex only guy breeds me! I get off him and like a good bottom clean his cock off. We do the customary odd shuffle and good bye and I get to drive home with his bi, safe sex only cum deep in my hole! BTW his stats were 5'11 a small belly red brown hair, and the prefect thickness cock and about 7 in cut. I wish he would breed me again now!
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I want to know your guys opinion....I am bi/bottom and always liked nipple piercing on other guys...I've been thinking about getting one.......but I am not sure if it looks good on me......what do you think? Nipple piercing yes or no?
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I felt like the old “Shake and Bake” commercial yesterday. An online pal of mine stealthed a bi guy from my gym—and I helped! Cory is a fireplug of a guy who comes into my city once or twice a month for work. He is in his mid 40’s, short at about 5’-6”, built like the proverbial brick shit house and has a hairy chest, shaved head and goatee—super hot and sexy. He also has great stylized tattoos ringing his biceps. I met him on Manhunt and I see him at the gym once in a blue moon as he has a membership to the same place as I do. Up to this point we had never actually played, just smiled, chatted and seen each other in the showers. That all changed yesterday. I saw Cory walking to the steam room from the showers with his sexy smile and a nice greeting as I was walking into the shower room. After a quick clean up I followed him to the steam room and sat just below him. Of course there were some guys hanging out, but eventually we were free. Cory massaged my neck, and then reached down to pinch a nipple and I was hard in a heartbeat. I finally got to see him hard and was a tad disappointed as it is not a big dick by any stretch—forgive the pun—but Corry oozes confidence and sex so I was more than happy to show him my oral skills. After a moment Cory quickly pushed me off when the door opened. (Why can’t I ever get a break in the steam room?) In walked a tall guy that I couldn’t get a good view of until he sat down closer to us on the opposite wall. He was dark haired, lanky, tattoos on his chest, either a largely shaved body or smooth, with a towel wrapped around his waist. He just sat there and sat there. I kept sending psychic commands for him to get the hell out of there so I could get back to Cory but maybe the steam cancelled out my demands. Cory was naked with the towel around his neck and I think he wanted to see if the guy was straight as I presumed. Cory discreetly did the scratch the balls and grab the crotch thing to gauge if there was any interest. I spread my legs wider and did my moves to try and send a message of interest as well. I could tell that Mr. Lanky was aware of our ploy as his eyes sure seemed to dart at us and the mound under his towel sure appeared to be getting bigger! Cory seemed convinced so he started openly stroking and I followed suit. Mr. Lanky finally pushed his towel aside and I was not disappointed! Of course, that only lasted a long moment because a well known troll just had to come in at that magic moment. I cursed under my breath and got up to leave. It was clear that the troll would set up shop in the steam room from past experience and he just pisses me off in any event. I went to take a shower. Cory came into the shower room first followed by Mr. Lanky a few minutes later. We were all lined up on the same wall and so we were able to check out the merchandise without steam obscuring the view. It was hot to see us all using the foam soap to wash up and get hard under the hot water. We were stroking for several minutes when our privacy was taken away with other gym members coming in. I rinsed off and went to the tiled area just outside the showers to towel off. It was fun, all in all, but there is only so much you can do at the gym. Cory came out and surprised me by saying I should follow him to his hotel room. I said sure, but what about the tall dude? Cory just smiled and said he would try to work his magic and to wait near the snack area when I was dressed. I crossed my fingers as I checked my phone for messages and e-mail while waiting downstairs. After several long minutes out came Cory with his trademark smile with our new pal right behind him! I got up and followed pronto! Cory introduced me to Jason and we all walked a few blocks to his hotel room while chatting about mindless stuff. I was quite happy when we finally got to Cory’s room. Cory stripped as soon as he closed the door and I quickly followed. Jason seemed a bit nervous but with Cory’s calming words, he finally was standing naked in front of us. I got a good opportunity to check out both men and their tattoos when I finally realized something—Cory’s arm tattoos had a biohazard symbol subtly incorporated in the barbed wire! Damn! I didn’t know Cory was poz like me! My dick responded by getting rock hard almost instantly. I knelt to suck Cory while Jason watched. When I tried to move over to sample Jason, he covered his dick with his hand and said he couldn’t do that without a condom. I rolled my eyes and Cory explained that wasn’t dangerous, but Jason just said he was actually bi, had little experience with guys and had a girlfriend so he had to be careful. He only fucked her bare because she was on the pill. Cory just smiled and said that was cool and we could play as safe as he wanted—even just jack off together. I was beyond disappointed as my dream of getting tag teamed was slipping out the window. Jason was ok having his balls licked, and he seemed to get off with Cory standing next to him nursing his nips while grabbing Jason’s amazing ass. For being tall and lanky, Jason sure had a sweet ass! I really wanted to at least eat that furry hole, but I could just tell that would be out of bounds so I knelt and worked Jason’s balls while he jacked off and Cory attached himself to Jason’s nips. Cory was sweet talking the whole time and complimenting Jason on his great body and especially his ass. Jason asked if Cory had any rubbers so maybe he could be sucked on, but Cory admitted that while he had lube and condoms, the condoms he had were pre-lubed so they weren’t great for sucking. Cory was fingering Jason’s pucker while the two of us over stimulated our new pal. Cory said that Jason had the prettiest ass and he needed to sample it. Jason just looked down and said he had never done that. Cory’s smile was electric and evil as he said it was time to do a little safe experimenting. Cory pushed Jason on the king-sized bed flat on his back with his legs sticking over the bed. Cory got out his lube and condoms and went to work greasing Jason’s virgin hole while I worked on Jason’s tits to keep him occupied and horny as they seemed to be a hot spot for him. Jason and I could see Cory wrap the rubber around his dick. Cory told Jason that he was perfect to break in virgin holes as he is not that big and he is very gentle. While Jason seemed unconvinced, Cory wasted no time pushing Jason’s long legs back and lining his short latex clad hard-on next to that tight fuzzy hole. This I had to see! Cory took over working Jason’s nips with his hands while I go on my knees behind Cory to see him slowly sliding inside Jason. It was fucking hot! I alternated between licking Cory’s ass and his nuts as he finally hit bottom. Jason was complaining about the discomfort, but Cory said he would get used to it and in time would love it. I suddenly had an idea—two ideas, actually. The first was to grab my cell phone from my nearby pants pocket and put it on silent while I turned it on to video. I wanted to film my second idea. I grabbed the lube and reached between Cory’s legs to feel his dick sliding in and out of Jason’s hole. I then started rolling the condom towards the head of Cory’s dick as he slide in and out. I suggested that Cory pull out so I could add more lube and then slid the condom all the way off and generously greased up Cory’s bare pole. I was out of my mind horny when Cory slid back in skin to skin and Cory moaned out loud saying that the extra lube really helped! I moaned as well filming my first condom to bareback fuck! Even Jason admitted that it seemed to be going in easier and I just said sometimes all you need is a little more lube. Cory started deep dicking Jason while both Jason and I jacked off. Fortunately our newbie couldn’t see that I was filming due to lying on his back and Cory surrounding him. It was even more fortunate that he couldn’t see the condom resting on the carpet useless in its job of protecting Jason from pregnancy and disease. Being that Jason is a man, I only hoped he would become knocked up with Cory’s DNA. It took only about 10 minutes of serious fucking for all three of us to get close. Jason had been really safe with not being sucked without a rubber I laughed silently to myself as I watched his deflowering proceed. He was giving up his anal and safe sex virginity to a poz bear and I couldn’t be happier! Frankly, participating in my first stealthing was way hotter than getting my hungry ass filled. I could tell both of them were getting close. Peeking around I could see Jason’s really nice dick leaking precum like a faucet and he was getting really flushed. Cory had this stern and determined look on his face. Knowing that he was going to breed Jason with his hopefully life changing seed made me whack like crazy. Cory’s gentleness disappeared as the end approached. Jason was moaning and whimpering from the rough fuck he was now receiving. I told Cory to pound Jason’s ass and make it his. I growled to him to own Jason’s ass. I told Jason to enjoy his ass being bred by a real man. Jason’s crying out was music to my ears! Cory started to breath raggedly and groaned out loud: “Here it is, Jason! I’m doing you like you do your girl friend—how does it feel?” Jason replied that it hurt but he was getting really close. Cory asked him if he was ready to be bred and Jason just moaned “fuck, yes!” Cory bellowed that he was coming while I watched and filmed from behind. It was glorious to see Cory’s ass and nuts squeeze in time to that ageless wonder of insemination. “Holy, FUCK!” Jason cried with his eyes closed tight as he spewed his negative seed all over his face and chest. I was very pleased to see that while I discreetly filmed his climax. Jason’s climax triggered mine and I shot all over my hand and the carpet. I made sure Cory stayed buried until I gained my self composure enough to film him slide out of Jason’s previously virgin hole. The leaking and copious froth looked slightly pink to me and I rubbed my own sperm coated fingers over his violated hole while Cory collapsed on top of Jason. I said I’d get some wash cloths so I wet a few down in hot water and handed them to the guys. I thanked them both for a great time and Jason did the same thanking us for helping him explore his other side. I made sure to mention that his ass was covered and probably filled with lube because we used a ton to make his first fuck easier. Cory thanked Jason for giving him his cherry and said his was the finest ass he had ever broken in. Jason blushed at that, but still smiled. Jason and I were in good spirits as we left the hotel. Just to cover my ass I made sure to tell Jason that it was great to meet them both that day at the gym. If the seeding takes, I want to make sure that I can’t be traced to knowing Cory. Jason said he rarely gets into the city, but today was his lucky day. If he only knew! I can only wonder if Cory’s seed is medicated. Regardless, the stealth fuck that I helped with was one of the hottest things I have ever done!- 16 replies
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Bye, Bye, John I liked John because he was big, hairy, arrogant, and married. It’s also why I had no problem charging him up once I knew I was POZ. I don’t remember how we met. It was probably through an ad I placed on one of the computer mailing lists I’m on. Or maybe he read my computer profile, liked it and contacted me. I was going to the baths now and then and laying on my stomach so guys could come in and use my hole. This was before I met Jose who I finally let knock me up big time. In any case, I was surprised when John showed up. John’s about 6 feet, 200 and something, very hairy, solidly build. Half Hispanic and half Italian. John had the macho of one combined with the “do-me” attitude of the other. He claimed he’d only been with a couple guys and actually got the shakes the first time I blew him, so I knew he was telling the truth. I’m not usually into middle-class dudes, even the married ones, but something told me to bear with it and just wait a few weeks and see what was under that nicey nice suburban façade. Besides, his ass was all hairy and solid and it totally turns me on to blow a wad into a married butt hole. John was (note the continued past tense) one of those guys who thinks discrete means shutting off the porch light, then the living room lights once he gets here, turn the living room light on when he’s ready to leave, John exits, and then the porch light goes back on. Well, Mary, if that ain’t signaling to the neighbors that I’m entertaining again . . . All it took was a couple weeks of encouragement, of letting John know this was all about HIS pleasure, that I’m not a pussy and won’t break if he needs to get rough. Not only was it OK to drop in late night, but he should drop in late night if he needed to get off. I mean, he’s straight. He deserves it, right? Heh. It turned out that John wasn’t a hitter, though he did smack me a couple of times. And he wasn’t into verbal abuse, though he did call me a couple of names. John was basically a nice guy and wanted to get something very simple that he wasn’t getting at home―he wanted to feel appreciated. Which meant me down on my knees in the dark, licking caressing, stroking John’s body, telling him how great his body was: “I like your thighs.” “―Why?” “Cause they’re big, and hairy. They’re thick, sweaty, taste good.” “―What else do you like?” “Your balls.” “―What do you like about my balls?” “They’re big and warm. Sweaty. You’ve made babies.” “―What else do you like?” “You’re uncut. I really like that. You’re big (Lie Pinocchio.). You use it to fuck pussy.” (Married guys don’t like to be reminded of their wives. The kids are OK, and they totally get off on the illusion they’re pussyhounds out there getting it. But, they wouldn’t brag about having saved a load for three days for you if that part was true.) This probably all seems silly, but John was so sincere and so into being appreciated and, hey, it worked for the two of us and that’s what matters. This went on for a couple months. John would come by after he finished jogging, so he was damp and sweaty and that was one more thing I liked. And if he was an extra five minutes getting home and had a slightly heavier sweat, who’d notice? Then, one day I get a piece of email: “Want it? . . . No rubber? . . . Take the load?” And this is, like, totally, what I’ve been craving. Some hairy married Daddy to come over on a regular basis and flood me with his babies. I’d been jerking off thinking about John doing this for quite awhile. I got nervous, because if John’s with me, he’s probably with five other guys. You know what sluts married men are. Then, I realized, like, dude you’re getting it up the butt at the baths, what’s one more load? Only I wanted some of John’s hole. My tongue had been up there a few times and a finger, but I wanted the real thing. So I decide, do like the ad says, and go for it. I emailed back saying I wasn’t really into that and knew he wasn’t either, but since I liked him, I’d be willing to give it a try if he would. And John said yes, and that’s how I poisoned his arrogant clueless ass. But, that’s getting ahead of the story. He wanted to fuck me first, so I gave him enough to cause a major case of blue balls when I pulled off and said my turn. Even though I’d rimmed him a little and opened him up some with my finger you could tell it really hurt, which was cool with me, cause if the fuck doesn’t hurt, the Top’s not doing his job. I’m not into cherry-popping virgins, but it probably really was his first time. So I shot fast and then gave John my hole. It hurt and I wanted it to last forever cause I’m into getting pain from str8 dudes. So I kept telling John how great he was, which was like totally untrue with anyone else but me. I wanted him to hump me for a long time and made sure he took his time with long slow strokes before blasting off. We got into the habit of taking turns raw. It was like a new toy. John couldn’t get enough of my butt and taking the load up his. Cool, right? Except all this time, I’d been going to the baths here in San Diego once a month and taking a load or two. I’d met an inked ex-con there who started knocking on my door when he needed a piece. I was sticking my neg butt in the air and begging for el SIDA from that uncut Mexican cock. Typical male, I kept these in two separate compartments. I wondered how I was gonna tell John that we shouldn’t fuck anymore. Or that he should get tested. Then I realized, man, all those times I was on my knees begging John to let me lick his asshole, I wanted to see him cry, just once. Just break down, tears, blubber, totally lose it. Yuh, I had some guilt about John sharing our gift with wifey and the kids losing their Daddy. But, I got over it. So, fast forward, I got the fuck flu, felt totally mixed up (and can tell the rest of that story another time). But now I know John’s got whatever’s in me and I feel totally affectionate towards him. Evil, but affectionate. Only this doesn’t last very long, because one night John comes over and after we do out usual fuck-fuck routine, he puts on that “I have serious news” face and tells me his company is transferring him to the East Coast. And then I put on mine and say, “John, I’m POZ. I just found out I’m HIV positive.” John tells me I shouldn’t joke like that and I tell him I’m not joking and John says it’s not funny and I agree and say he should get tested. And that’s when it starts to hit. And his eyes start to water. In fencing they taught us where to stab the opponent so you can miss the vital organs and they bleed to death. So I assured him he’d probably be OK, and that there’s lots of new meds on the market that keep people alive longer. . . heh. And I’m being like totally sympathetic and then casually drop in that anyone else he’s been with should get tested as well. John collapses down onto the couch and starts crying his eyes out. I can tell he’s into shock, because what does he say? Not, my wife. Not, my kids. But, “my job”! The poor dude’s worried about missing a promotion. And this is what I’ve wanted to see for a long time: Big, hairy Daddy on the couch crying his eyes out because he got knocked up by a fag. Well, I apologized, we cried (I’m not heartless), and snuggled. We fucked a second time that night! A beautiful caring lay. John moved after that and I never saw him again. Can’t say I’m sorry though.
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This was posted to the old Bugshare .. and I have seen re-written (and improved) versions floating around. *********************** Seth A rainy-day carpenter who contacted me wanting to get together for mutual j/o or 69. I’m not in to taking down the club kidz, I leave those for the other Breeders. Mall rats, skater punks, Goths, no interest. I’m after big game. The Blue-Collar bi-guys who know if they’re out fucking around on their Old Lady, it shouldn’t be with another guy. Seth contacted me over the net, asked if I was clean, assured him I was, and he said the same about himself. I wasn’t really interested until Seth said he was a carpenter, that his roommate didn’t know he was bi-. And that he’s only bottomed once, and it hurt like hell. And a dude honest enough to admit that was ripe for breeding. Sounded like the perfect type to knock up. Seth came over in half an hour. Seth had changed his clothes and splashed water, but I could still smell that impossible to mistake working man’s funk from the day before. He was as advertised: Forty-four, shoulder-length black hair tinged with gray, average height and build. Not very hairy, three tattoos. Clean off-brand jeans, new t-black t-shirt with an ugly design. Just a regular Joe who wanted a blow ’n go, Heh. I went down on him. Not much crotch hair, average length cock, that great male taste. Then, Seth pushed me up and it was his turn to “Slob on Bob.” Things would have been OK, but I saw his butt sticking out. I hadn’t had any in awhile, and suddenly all I wanted was to bug this neg hole. We changed positions and Seth was laying on his back while I sucked, and then I did that dive for the hole routine that always sends bi-guys flying. Nice clean hole, with some funk, and musk. The taste of a mature man, one about to be struck down in his prime. I licked, lapped, sucked, having absolutely no shame at this point, just wanting to make us both happy. Seth flipped over and got into the doggy style position so I could get in deeper with my tongue. Which I did. But I heard Seth sigh deeply just about the time I reached down under the couch for the lube. I buy the cheap kind with none of the anti-virals (whose will kill the virus!). Seth flinched and was tight going in. Not one of those break your cock asses that’s impossible to crack open, just you could tell he really wasn’t used to being fucked up the shit chute. Seth didn’t say anything except once to ask for more lube, and later on to say he couldn’t take much more. Just laid there and took the fuck like a man, totally cool. I usually don’t like looking at their face. Like keeping guys just cum holes to dump in. But, Seth I turned over so I could see his clueless eyes while I POZZed his ass. I wanted to see his face when the DethSperm charged his guts. His eyes were so clear and trusting. I could see Seth wincing, but really wanting to take the load. Then just as I was pumping my bugs into him, this beautiful innocent man was being POZZed, direct transmission, I noticed a tattoo on his chest I hadn’t seen clearly before. The inked bannered teddy bear summed Seth’s future: “Gone, But Not Forgotten.”
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This is a long story so I will post it in parts. I post it under fiction, but most of it is true except the later parts... which in just over a month may also be true. So read it and enjoy. Comment if you want. And "John, (or anyone who fits the part) if you read this, let's start planning. Part 1 “A Day of Magic! A Night of Thrills!”. That is what my ad read on numerous hookup sites. My wife was going out of state for a couple of weeks on a trip to help a sick relative. It was a bad time of year for me to take off, so I was staying home. I could not believe my luck. I was going to have some days and nights to play. So my ad went to all the hookup sites I knew of. I had posted ads in the past with limited success, so when she booked her flight 2 months in advance I put ads out there as soon as I could so hopefully with 2 months I could weed through the fakes and find some worthwhile responses. But first I guess I should give a bit of background. I am a mid 50’s Bi male. It took a few marriages but I finally found the perfect woman for me. She is beautiful and wonderful in all ways. But due to things beyond her control, sex is very painful and if you love someone why would you want to inflict pain on them? So I assure her that it is no problem and I am okay with no sex. And on the surface I am totally happy with no sex. We work and stay active and do lots of fun things. BUT I am a very sexual person. Masturbation is a once (or more) a day activity. I usually get home from work a couple of hours before my wife during the week which gives me plenty of time to surf the net, watch porn and masturbate without her knowledge. In my past I have had gay experiences. Since I was a teenager I have always been extremely sexual. My hormones rage and control me. I have always been committed to whatever woman I have in my life, but if my sexual being is not totally satiated… well women want to be wined and dined and spend time and money on them for weeks and then maybe you will get some… men just want SEX. Now I am equally comfortable as either a Top or Bottom. But let’s face it … with a 5 - 5½ inch cock how much of a Top am I going to be? Well I happen to love the sensations available in my ass… so what is wrong in being a bottom? So here I am… a guy with no sex at home… no desire to seek out another woman (not that they don’t turn me on but remember they want to be wined and dined.) … not averse to gay sex… enjoy anal play… the perfect combo … except … concern about HIV. My gay experiences began in my 20s with a guy paying me to suck my cock. After maybe 10 years I sucked a cock myself. Many years later I was fucked for the first time (with people watching which excited me to the max). So just call me an opportunistic gay. IF I am getting sex from a woman, I am straight… If not… give me the opportunity… then fuck my ass. LOL So YES I have enjoyed MM play. Although anal play has been fairly limited due to my concern about HIV. But a few years ago I was suffering from a medical condition. I was taking some heavy duty pain medications. One night, being horny, I stopped by a local gay resort. I was taking my pain meds, and had a few drinks. I ended up walking into a room where an orgy was going on and I ended up being fucked by several guys. But as high as I was on my meds, drinks and poppers I insisted on SAFE sex. But since that night, the idea of BARE sex has been a permeating thought in all of my encounters. I had a friend, whom I would hook up with on occasion. He was married and played safe as well so he and I played bare when we were together, but his cock was too fat and I could not take it when I was sober. If I ever had the opportunity to get totally wasted I knew I could have taken his entire cock, but the opportunity to get totally fucked up when I was with him never occurred. Over subsequent years these experiences permeated my thoughts and fantasies. I began to actively seek out websites that catered to bareback sex, which eventually brought me to sites where bug chasing was described. I will be honest… in the beginning I thought “Are you guys fucking crazy?”. But as time went on I began to think “I am fucking crazy” as the thought of bug chasing and being infected began to turn me on. What if I had not insisted on condoms that night at the gay resort? Were any of those guys POZ? One of the guys had tried to talk me into going bare, but I begged him to put on a condom. He started with a condom, but he pulled out completely a few times and then went back in… and honestly I was so fucked up, he could have slipped the condom off at anytime. Did he cum? YES. In a condom or in my ass? Honestly I have no clue as I was totally fucked up and never thought to check the condom and there was so much lube from multiple guys entering me I had no clue if it was lube or cum leaking from my hole. But the thought he might have shot into me bare has been a masturbation fantasy ever since. I found myself actively watching bareback sites. In the beginning, when I would be out of town for work I would post ads and invite guys to my room. But I always played safe. Using the excuse I was not cleaned out, I kept the encounters to oral, J/O, or sometimes anal but with a condom. But what I really desired was a hard throbbing bare cock shooting deep inside my ass. I began actively seeking out bareback sex websites and video. The more I found, the more excited I got. Gay sex became my major masturbatory fantasy … okay BAREBACK gay sex. If I found a gay video on-line and began watching it and I saw the guy wearing a condom, I would immediately stop watching it and look for something else. I wanted to see it bare and raw. I loved to have a few drinks ahead of time and as I watched the videos and jerked off, I loved to grab my poppers and get a good buzz. As I watched the videos, I imagined the Top being POZ. And YES the risk of HIV began to become a huge turn on. I began actively searching out risk and HIV infection information, and stories. Was the idea of becoming infected exciting? No… it was FUCKING HOT! When I traveled out of town overnight for work I always carried a big bottle of vodka. After checking into my room I would pour a drink, then post ads hoping to find hookups. Then I would clean myself out and shower. The rest of the night I would spend nude, drinking, watching gay bareback porn and responding to emails hoping to find guys to come to my room. Once I had potential partners I would begin doing poppers and drinking more. If they weren’t fakes and did come to my room, I wanted to be fucked up. Why? Because maybe if I was high enough, I would be un-inhibited enough to let them fuck me bare. Early in the evening I would ask potential partners their status. But as I drank more and hit poppers I made the conscious decision not to ask. I knew I should, but I didn’t want to know. It would be easier to accept a bare cock if I didn’t know than to willing take one I knew was POZ. As I browsed profiles of guys on-line I would get a tingly if they said they were POZ. The signs were there. I saw myself getting into riskier thought patterns. I saw myself making more risky decisions and participating in riskier actions. Actions speak louder than words. So I could say that the idea of seeking out or actively pursuing POZ loads is crazy. But my actions were hinting to the exact opposite. But let’s be honest, there is a big difference between thinking about it, jerking off as you fantasize it, and actually accepting that POZ cock when it is dripping and poised at your hole. I used to think I was alone, but the more I searched, I found out that there were many out there just like me. They thought about it, it turned them on, but not knowing how to get over that final roadblock. I have seen many seek the route of using drugs or alcohol to lose the inhibitions, but I have seen others who say if you need alcohol or drugs, you are not ready. I can understand both sides. But I offer the following: You are afraid to fly. You know you are afraid to fly. You know that it is an abnormal fear. You would love to be just like the millions who fly every day. Your doctor prescribes a tranquilizer to help you with the fear of flying. A tranquilizer and a couple of drinks and you are able to get on a plane and take a flight. It all comes down to: are you willingly making decisions, fully aware of the consequences of the decisions, and given a choice making decisions. Yes, I agree drugs and alcohol reduce inhibitions and we may make decisions we shouldn’t while under the influence, but IF we drink or take drugs, FULLY aware AND THINKING when we do that “If I do this, I am going to possibly make decisions and do things maybe I shouldn’t”… Is this not the same as saying “I am going to get totally fucked-up so when the hot POZ guy wants to shove his cock in me, I will let him?"
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