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I had fa Grindr meet with a boy in his early twenties. Before we met he stressed he was quite short. But when he came over he was barely 5 feet tall but with a hot defined slim smooth body. I look like a huge gorilla next to him. We got buck naked and I put him on his belly and buried my face in his small but beautiful ass. My cock isn’t massive but when I mounted him and pressed my cock between his ass cheeks it looked enormous. I fucked him in all positions and I seeded him when he was on his back looking into my face. I really to off on the size difference between us. We're fucking again tonight. Why do other men think?
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The COVID restrictions and disruptions inspired me to setup my own gloryhole. It started as a bit of a joke with a couple buddies, but as we talked more, I started to see the real possibilities. I was able to put together a simple GH setup with a black curtain easily accessed from the side of my house, so guys could just walk in and unzip. I didn’t expect much from it — damn! Was I surprised!!!! My hole is still dripping. I created a GH profile on Grindr and Scruff, then the messages started rolling in. Lots of curious messages, and some that were clearly trying to goad me into sexting — not what I was looking for from this. But a few real contenders started to emerge. I was surprised how easy it was to set up. Sent them my address, parking instructions, and how to access the side door. Most of them were anon profiles, but I figured I’d take a shot at it. The first guy arrived about 20 minutes after we chatted. I stripped to a jock strap, got behind the curtain that I’d cut a decent sized hole in, and waited on my knees. He messaged saying he was there, and I said to come in. A minute later the door opened quietly, and I could see him enter wearing jeans and shoes. There were no words exchanged before he unzipped, kicked off his shoes, and took off his pants. I took a small hit of poppers. He stepped up to the hole with a semi-hardon and slipped it in. I quickly took it in my hand — OMG this is really happening!! I went right down on him. He let out a warm groan. After a moment, he slowly started thrusting. His cock was growing in my mouth, and was a lot larger than I expected it to be. I was suddenly working a long 7 inches with a fat head and slight curve to it. I hit the poppers again and rode the wave to really enjoy working on his thick meat. ”Turn around and show me your ass,” he growled. I didn’t even hesitate. We had never discussed fucking, and I was kind of surprised by his command, but I did it. Standing in the alcove I hung the curtain in, I turned around and backed up to the hole in the curtain. I immediately felt the warmth of his cock gliding up and down between my ass cheeks, my hole exposed for him. He started pushing in — I was dry and didn’t have lube with me. I heard him spit and push again, more determined this time. I took a long draw off my poppers, letting the rush settle over me. I backed up more, trying to relax my hole for his cock. He spit again and pressed in. With a sharp pop, I suddenly felt the warmth of his cock sliding inside, radiating heat from his bare skin. I started grunting and moaning — the fuck was still too dry and rough — but he wasn’t stopping. His long strokes tugged at my hole, and I grunted more than I moaned. But I was totally caught up in the moment of this totally anon guy pumping my hole sight unseen. It didn’t take him long to unleash his load — no warning, no question about where to dump it — he saw my ass as his cumdump. He didn’t linger in my hole long, but stepped back, pulled on his pants and shoes, and opened the door. “Thanks” was the only word I ever heard from him. I settled back, satisfied with the first time using the gloryhole. I texted one of my buds about it. But after about 15 minutes, I started craving more cock. My hole felt tender from the dry fucking, but it was even more hungry now. I opened my apps and found nearly 20 messages — holy shit! Sorted through them and started focusing on two guys who seemed serious. One was an older daddy bear with a full profile who wanted to fuck anon. The other was a 24 year old with no pics, but who messaged me one. The younger guy made it to the house first. He was quick to unzip and slide his cock through the GH. I was working his cock for a couple minutes when he quietly said, “You wanna fuck?” “Sure.” I got up, turned around again, and settled into a bent-over position. This time I had planned better and I added some silicon lube to the first guy’s load. The young guy slid right in and started fucking. He pulled out and I heard the curtain rustling. Then he slipped back in. He pounded my hole with steady strokes, no talk at that point, just the sound of his pelvis and balls slapping against my tight ass. I was letting out small grunts as he banged into me with a steady beat. “Where you want it?” He said quietly. “Right where you are, bud!” Almost immediately he grunted, and thrust deep, holding his cock buried inside me for a few seconds before repeating the lingering thrust. I could feel him shaking a bit as he unloaded into my raw hole. After he pulled out, I stood up and turned around — he had pulled the curtain aside and we were standing face to face. He had a fresh face, a little bit elvish, and fairly conversation clothing — he had just opened his pants and pushed them down far enough to fuck. He seemed a bit embarrassed. I noted he had a wedding ring on. He zipped up and scuttled out quickly without a word. Meanwhile the silver daddy bear had messaged he was on his way. I didn’t see a car out front yet, but he arrived just a moment after the younger guy drove off. He walked into the mud room, and I could feel the masculine energy radiating off of him. “Hello, boy,” he said in a husky voice. “I hope you’re ready.” “I am.” He took a minute to undress, shucking most of his clothes except socks. I marveled watching him undress through the circle cut in the curtain. He was beefy and sexy, with hair across his pecs and stomach. He walked up to the hole confidently, “Get to work, boy.” I did. “Get that cock nice and hard for me,” he said. His dick was growing think and heavy. I’d guess around 7 inches and girthy, a little wider at the base. This was a cock that had breached many hot holes. I peppered up again, kneeling in front of that power tool, and got into my best work of the day. He didn’t even need to thrust — I was greedily attending to every inch. “Mmmmmm hmmmm. That’s it boy. You won’t be long on your knees. You have my cock ready for more.” I moaned as I deepthroated him, the vibration tingling his cock in a way that must’ve made him VERY happy given the sound he suddenly made. “Fuck! Fuck, boy. Let’s see your hole now.” I obliged, adding some fresh lube to his cock before turning around in the shadowy space behind the curtain. “Fuck, boy. That’s a nice little ass. And it’s bare, too. How many loads are in it?” ”Two,” I answered as I took two long draws off my poppers. The head rush had me swimming as I settled into position again, offering my hole to him. He rubbed that power tool against my hole, teasing it a moment. I felt the heat coming off the head, and the slick lube allowing him to grind me. He slapped my ass and I yelped. “Good boy,” he breathed. He pushed against my hole, and didn’t relent until the shaft pried my ass open further and I groaned. “That’s right, boy. Let me hear those moans. Let me know how much you want this cock.” ”Ohhhhhh,” I breathed as he forced it out with a deep thrust, his hands locking onto my hips. “Fuck me, Sir. Fuck..... me ...... fuuuck.....” He worked my hole at different angles, stretching the sphincter wider. He bent his knees and thrust upward, and my head snapped back at the intense pleasure/pain that filled me. I was thrusting back now, leveraging myself against the shoe rack and a cabinet to claim every inch of cock in my hole. He was obviously pleased because he started pounding me. “Oh! Fuck! Oh! Fuck! Fuck! Me!” His power tool was laying claim to my hole — probably one of thousands he’s had. I couldn’t get enough! ”What does my boy really want?” ”Breed me!” I didn’t even have to think about it. “Breed! My hole! Sir!” ”Oh fuck, boy. You’re getting it!” He grabbed my shoulders and power fucked my ass, slamming it hard, my head just lolling back and forth as he used me. He was grunting hard, and I could feel the energy of his pulsating cock as he breed me. He thrust deep over and over and over again. “Ah! Ah! Ah!” I could only take it. I couldn’t speak at this point. Just some odd, deep toned noises as he finished off inside me. He held there, small convulsions making his cock twitch inside me. I could feel tiny dribbles starting down the back of my legs. How much did he shoot inside me? ”Stay there, boy. Stay right like that.” I obeyed, breathing heavy, my ass on display as he stepped backward. He sounded a bit off balance, but managed to dress without a problem. “Fuck, boy. That’s what I needed today.” He was breathing hard still. “Fuck. You offer that to me again another day.” With that he opened the door and left. As I’m writing this those loads are still fresh inside me. My head is still buzzing. Did that really just happen?!?!?! Why didn’t I do this years ago?!?! I have a new home hobby, and can’t wait until the next day I’m working from home.
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The profile photo of Domin8tor wasn’t something I’d normally click on - no head. But the body was beefy - the barrel chested kind, thick with muscles but also looked like he enjoyed a lot of burger and beers. His likes were sparse and to the point: rough sex, fucking, breeding. Leather. Beer. I checked my messages and — not unexpectedly — his was direct and to the point: “Wanna fuck” He didn’t even include the “?” At the end I tapped in my reply: “Possibly. What are you looking for? Now?” It was 3 in the afternoon, on a Friday afternoon, and I still had a few more hours of work left. “Yeah. Now. Need a hole to drop my seed into.” “Sorry. Can’t now but could do later.” He replied with a pic. It looked like something someone took from Folsom: shirtless and in leather chaps, massive cock swinging free between his legs. He looked like in his 40s or 50s, but fit. His face was broad, head shaved, sunglasses on. His thin lips curled into a snarl-smile, mischievous and menace. Dark swirling tattoos covered his forearms and I could see a bit peeking over on his shoulders from his back. Muscles rippled through in almost comic-book proportions: biceps almost as thick as his head; pecs covered in sweaty dark fur, beads of water on the nipples. “Probably steroids” I thought. I glanced down at his balls, the tell-tale sign but they seemed larger than normal, hanging low. I replied in the chat: “How about 5pm?” No reply. I figured he found some other hole. I turned off my phone and went back to work. A little while later, my phone buzzed again. Checked it and there was a message from him. “Yeah. Address” I typed in my address and took a break from work to do a thorough prep and then tried to focus on work for the remainder of the day. Which was tricky - I put on a leather jockstrap and shorts to get myself in the mood. 5pm came… and went. I hopped online and he wasn’t online anymore - again, I figured he found someone else and didn’t bother to cancel. I opened a can of beer and started browsing other guys - after prepping, I didn’t want to let my ass go to waste. I was chatting with some twunk when my buzzer rang. It was almost 6pm. I pushed on the talk button and asked who it was. A gruff one word reply. “Dom”. Slightly annoyed, I replied “Third floor on the right” and buzzed him up. A heavy knock on door. I opened and was pleasantly surprised - he looked more or less like that picture. Shorter than I was expecting but the muscles were pretty much popping. He wore a t-shirt, jeans and a dark hoodie. The sunglasses were still on. I asked him if he wanted a beer and he nodded. I went and got him one and he had barely moved from the front door. I handed it to him and he took it with his left hand while reaching out to my shoulder with his right, pushing me down. With a low growl, he said “Suck.” He spoke with a thick accent - Eastern European? I knelt down, and unbuckled his jeans. Unzipping, I could tell he wasn’t wearing any underwear and his cock tumbled forward. It was as advertised: thick and long, fatter just behind the uncut head. I bent forward and started to suck. I had to really open wide in order to get the semi-hard dick in my mouth. I could hear him guzzle his beer above my head as I worked his cock. I started to use my hands, as his cock was long enough that I couldn’t get it all in my mouth. He reached down with his free hand and gently caressed the top of my head and moaned “That’s nice. Make it wet.” I could taste sex on his dick. As I blew him, I could see the matted cum from a previous fuck in his pubes. I swirled my tongue under the foreskin and could taste the ass juice and load from the last guy. He repositioned his hands to the back of my head and I knew where this was going. I tried to pull off before the face fucking could start — there was no way that was going to work well. But I was too slow. With an incredibly firm hold, his hand palmed the back of my head and he pulled my head in. I tried to open my mouth further, but his cock hit the back of my throat. He pulled back and then back in. I did my best to get gulps of air in through my nose but as he sped up and pushed harder, the opportunities became shorter and shorter. I put my hands on his waist and pushed him away, but there was no budging. Cocksucker’s tears were flowing down my face. He chuckled and slowed a little. He pulled back a bit and the air rushed into my lungs through my nose. He looked down at me (still with those fucking glasses and snarky smile) and said “Relax. Just open your throat.” I thought “what the fuck was he thinking I was doing?!” I tried to push again, but it literally felt like I was pushing against a wall - no movement at all. His hand — still on the back of my head — started to pull my head in. “Your choice. You can relax or not, but it’s going in.” I closed my eyes and did my best to relax, expecting it to ram against my tonsils yet again. But somehow his cock had softened a bit, and as he pulled my head in, it turned and went down my throat. There was a second moment of panic, but I tried to relax more and it became easier. He pulled back and then in again. And like the last time, his dick slid down my throat. I tongued the bottom of his shaft and his cock was iron-hard. I didn’t understand but before I could process it, my nose was buried in his pubes. The cum from his previous session smeared across my face. And his cock was down my throat. He held me there and I could feel his cock pulse and throb in my throat. It was a surreal sensation - it was like a hot, pulsing steel rod was down my throat. I felt his head - or I think it was his head - swell /in my throat/ . His hand kept my head there, and to my surprise, I didn’t try to resist. I think I was curious - how was this happening ?! - but also it was hot: I was deepthroating something that should not be able to go down my throat. His dick kept pulsing and I wondered if he had cum but he didn’t seem to make any of the other indications. Slowly, he pulled back and his cock snaked back - and I do mean /snaked/. It felt like somehow it could fully move, like a python in my mouth. He pulled the last bit from my drooling lips and then I could taste it. It was bitter and salty - kind of like cum, but something that also tasted like brackish saltwater. So maybe he did cum? The taste clung to my mouth - in that terrible way if you get a mouthful of antiperspirant. He tilted my face — tears down my cheeks, used cum on my face, and drool down my chin — towards his, and he growled, “Good boy.” He spun me around and shoved the back of my head hard, so I fell forward catching myself. He knelt down beside me and pulled back from my hips, so that he in a position to fuck me doggy style. He reached down my shorts, and roughly fingered my hole. With a surprising strength, he grabbed the sides of my shorts and with surprising strength ripped them apart exposing my bare ass, framed by the jockstrap lines. “Ah yeah, you were fucking ready for this” he snarled and then I felt his face back in my crack. His stubble rubbed the side of my cheeks, and I could feel his tongue inside my hole. It was pushed my hole open, and even if I didn’t want it (which I did!), I wouldn’t have a choice. He continued to grind his beard into my ass, as if he were trying to literally push me along with his jaw. And his tongue kept going deeper. And deeper. And he kept swirling it around, as if he were licking the inside of a bowl, but somehow in the inverse. He came up for air and then I felt it. His hard cock against my hole, first running up along it, picking up some of his spit and then with one move, shoved it in my hole. Time stopped. It hurt so much. My vision went white with pain. It came back. I came back to my body. And he was inside me. Fully. With one shove - or I blacked out - he was balls deep in me. Instinctively I tried to pull forward. But he held onto my hips and there was no give. None. “Uh uh uh - you are staying there until I’m done with you.” And with that, he fucked me. Hard. Each thrust all the way, each thrust seemingly a little deeper. It hurt so bad - I couldn’t help think of my insides being wrecked. I don’t think I have ever been fucked this deep - well, well past that second ring. And it kept doing. harder. And harder. I kept trying to squirm away, but there was literally nothing I could do other than make bigger bruises on my hips where he held on. Any more struggling and I would just be digging into his hands. At one point, he leaned forward on top of me. He was so heavy. Like 400 lbs heavy. He was shorter than I was, and when he pressed down, his body completely pinned mine to the ground. He slowly pulled out, about half way and then slid all the way back in. He paused inside me. “Milk it” he snarled. I was stunned. I just lay there. “Milk it” he repeated. And then he smacked the back of my head, and instinctively my ass clenched. “There we go.” And I started to squeeze and milk it. And it felt good. Really good. I could tell - my cock throbbed in my jockstrap. I know that sounds dumb, but honestly, my cock told me that it felt good. And once I ‘noticed’ then I really got into milking his cock. And he started to fuck me again, again with the snake. I felt it knew how to turn and go deeper. And deeper He got up a bit and pressed down on my shoulders with his hands, pinning me to the ground, with my ass up in the air. He went back to fucking me hard and fast. I just relaxed and let my hole loosen up. “Ah that’s good, my boy. Open up and let me in.” And I did. I just relaxed and he fucked me deep. Oh so deep. My ass was slick with the same slime that was down my throat. His cock made thwash sound as it churned up the slime. It felt so fucking good. I moaned and squeezed my hole in appreciation. He lifted off my shoulders for a brief moment to separate out my cheeks so he could get /that much deeper/ then put his hands on my shoulders. I turned around to look at him. He had taken off his shirt at some point and was dripping sweat. His skin was red, like the blood was just under the skin. His muscles and veins popped and throbbed. His face was a mask of angry hunger - as if ever thrust was another bite he was taking. His sunglasses were off and his eyes were black, except where the pupil’s were, which I saw occasional glints of reddish light. Kind of like when you flash a light into an animal’s eyes in darkness. His hands dug into my shoulders and the pain was sharp. His nails were clawing back towards him, so he could get as deep as he possibly could. And then he paused and let out a low groan-howl. I felt his cock start to twitch. And swell. My hole expanded even further - it was easily bigger than a can of coke at this point. I could feel him coming but it felt different - instead of the jerk-twitch-squirt that most cocks do, this was a pulse-wave-shove of cum. As he pushed himself in as far as he could, he grunted through gritted teeth “yeah…. yeah..…” I could feel it filling up my guts, as if there was a tap running. He kept cumming, depositing his seed deep inside me, for seeming minutes. Slowly he pulled out but kept coming, the same pulse-wave feeling. Finally he pulled out, and spun me around to face his cock. And I understood why now it felt that way. His cock continued to shudder and push out cum and cum was really thick, almost solid, a golf-ball size blob-ball of cum. I watched his cock push another one out, and the cock slit, widened to let this cum ball out. He shoved my face down to clean it off. I did as I was instructed and opened up. Even in my stupor, I knew it wouldn’t fit, but somehow, improbably, it did. It filled my entire mouth, and filled my throat. And it twitched and I felt the cumball push its way down his cock and directly down my throat. While that happened, I instinctively fingered my gaping hole and felt his cum inside. And my ass was full of these balls. I clenched my ass, keeping them inside and started to jerk off. I started to actively swallow now, welcoming them into me. I heard him above me say “Yes. Open up and let me in.” I could smell my ass, his cum and all the other guys now that my nose was shoved up into his pubes. I knew I was just another receptacle for him. One of many. And I liked it. I just relaxed. Both ends letting his cock travel down my throat and my ass. I could feel some of the cumballs plop onto the floor. But I didn’t care. I was open for him. Open. Open. And then I came. My ass clenched. And I just saw emptiness. I blinked to make sure they were open. But I just saw emptiness. It was different than blackness - I could tell that there was space in front of me, but it was just /empty/. I came back to my body. There was a wave of pleasure so strong that it hurt. My body wracked with spasms, the orgasm convulsing every cell of my body. I don’t remember how but when I regained my senses, his cock was out of my mouth. I looked around and he was buttoning the last button on his jeans. He bent over and picked up his shirt. Wordless, he just smirked at me. I was dumbstruck, kneeling on the ground a puddle of my cum in front of me. Pulling his shirt down, he motioned with his jaw towards the ground and said “They don’t last long outside a body.” I glanced down to see the cumballs - yes they were real - melt and spread out into murky jelly. He and put back on his sunglasses, covering his black, flashing eyes. “Take care of them,” he said. He turned and walked out the door. I hadn’t moved or said anything. I slowly stood up, my body starting to ache. I staggered to the bathroom, cum dripping down the inside of my left thigh. In the bathroom, I saw that my face was raw from being ground on the floor. There were two bruises on my hips. In the shower my hole was tender, but I was expecting far worse. I cleaned up the hallway, and his cum was remarkably sticky, but the smell wasn’t as bad as I was expecting. His cum, more than most, was breaking apart and turning into a thinner liquid. Over the next day, I was expecting an interesting shit ahead. But the cumballs didn’t “come out” - I guess they were absorbed? I checked his profile online but it was deleted. Now it seems surreal so I wonder if I was drugged - I’m writing this down so I remember, as it feels like it might fade away like a dream. So here is the recounting of the time I was bred by… uh, not sure what.
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The top’s name was Anthony. I had found him on-line using the screen name Hot Rod. His profile had talked about his big hard cock, his stamina, his big loads, all of which really got my juices going, so I hit him up. We exchanged a few e-mails and when I asked for his phone number he gave it to me. Come on guys! That seems trustworthy, right? I usually ask on-line strangers lots of questions but on this night I was so horned up that I just blurted out that I wanted him to come over and play. Right away. Next thing you know, here we are on my queen-size bed, me flat on my back and Anthony, he’s on his knees between my legs, looking down at me with a smug expression. God damn! He’s so HOT! “What?” I said, looking up at him quizzically. “Let’s get you out of those pants,” he said. And that’s just what he proceeded to do! I felt a little vulnerable, naked and my legs spread like that, with him kneeling in between, still fully dressed, looking down at me thoughtfully. That didn't seem to stop my dick from standing straight up however. If anything, I was harder than usual. “Come on, you get undressed too,” I said. “Whatever you say, man,” he replied. With that, he reached up and slowly started to pull his t-shirt up and over his head. My eyes darted to his midsection as the bottom hem began to rise. I wanted to see if he had a nice treasure trail. I like my guys with some fur on their belly and chest. There was a sexy thatch of black hair running down into his jeans. It took me a few seconds for my brain to process the image in front of me. Beneath that glorious trail of hair was a tattoo. It was THAT TATTOO! You know, the universal bio-hazard symbol. When Anthony caught the look on my face he sneered, “Don’t you fret about that! I’m gonna take good care of you.” With that he shoved his jeans down to his knees. His cock sprang up stiffly, long and thick. It was already starting to ooze a clear fluid, tantalizing but undoubtedly toxic. He said, “Don’t worry, baby, all you gotta do is lick it a little, just a little. You know…make it feel good.” As he leaned towards me I couldn't help but moisten my lips and open my mouth. “Yeah, I figured you would,” he said as he rubbed the head of that big cock across my mouth, coating my lips with his slightly salty precum. It was like I was mesmerized. I offered no resistance when his cock began to push into my mouth. God, it tasted good! I moaned just a little when I realized that I was accepting him willingly but I just couldn't stop. “That’s it, baby, get that big dick of mine nice and wet. The slicker it gets, the easier it’ll be on your ass!” As much as his cock was turning me on, when I realized that he was intending to fuck me with it, my fears came roaring back. “No way am I gonna let you fuck me with that cock,” I announced. “I’m not gonna make you do anything that you don’t want to do, baby!” he crooned. “I promise you, I’ll only do what's ok with you, how’s that?” “Well,” I assented, “I guess that’ll be alright.” He ordered, "Now get back on that cock. That was feeling mighty good!” Now that I wasn't so nervous, the idea of sucking on that big-ass cock seemed like a reasonable thing to do. I started making love to that dick with my lips and tongue and throat. I could tell that he was getting into it because he placed his hands on each side of my head, held me steady and then began a gentle yet insistent rocking motion with his hips. Being used this way just got me hotter and my thoughts began to whirl. My desires were taking over and my common sense was melting away rapidly. He stopped face fucking me long enough to pull off the rest of his clothes. He stretched out, lying atop me and applying urgent little kisses and bites, sending me further into orbit. First he worked on my front side and then he carefully turned me over onto my stomach and continued his efforts on my back and neck. “Baby,” he whispered huskily. “You turn me on so much it’s hard for me to restrain myself.” With that, he started to slowly rub the head of his cock up and down the crack of my ass. I tensed up until he reminded me of his promise not to do anything that I wasn't ok with. “Baby,” he said, “let me just put my cock inside you, only a couple of inches. That ass of yours looks so sweet, I just gotta see what it feels like to be inside. Don’t worry, that’s all I’m gonna do.” I thought that his request sounded a little fishy, but he had promised, after all, and I told you my thinking was getting a little mixed up! After a couple of minutes he said, “Yeah, that feels so good…just a couple more inches deeper…just for a minute, ok? I just want to see what it feels like.” Again, I gave my reluctant approval. But this time, after he eased that huge dick in a bit, he caught me by surprise by pulling it back out, just a few inches. When I didn't squawk, he repeated the process, gently pushing in and then pulling back again. “Don’t worry, baby,” he breathed, “I’m not fucking you, I’m just gonna move it in and out for a little bit, just for a couple of minutes. It feels so, so good, baby!” I guess he thought that my shocked silence meant that I was ok with it all because soon his rhythm started to pick up ever so gradually and his strokes started getting deeper. As freaked out as I was, I have to admit that it was starting to feel waves of pleasure washing over me. Faster, deeper, I didn't know what to think. Was he really fucking me after all? And here I was, after all my earlier protests, letting him actually fuck me, fuck me RAW! His breathing was getting more labored, a sign that he was gonna blow his wad soon. His poz load! He was still pumping away deep inside me and I was so dazed by it all that I wasn't doing anything to stop him! Nothing was coming out of my mouth except little gasps of pleasure. I was just about to tell him, “No! Please, no!” when I felt his hips start to jerk as he began to flood my insides with his seed. This hot poz top was actually breeding me and I had let him do it without saying a freakin' word! After several more thrusts he was finally spent. He rolled me over and stared into my eyes. A hint of a sheepish grin played across his lips. “I told you that I was gonna take care of you, didn't I?”
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Got fucked by 10 black guys and 1 Latino...no white guys...I didn’t refuse any, just that none fucked me. I did write my room number on the chalkboard and stated I was there for BBC. I’m 51 now, and I consistently get fucked by thin black guys in their early to mid 20s with 9 inches plus. All fucked me bareback. Lost count of loads. Had to leave at 430am. I wanted to extend my stay because there were still several black guys on the prowl but unfortunately had to leave. BZ is no steam works or flex, but there is so much bbc there and younger bbc breeding any guy with a nice ass that I can’t imagine any other bathhouse in America with more bbc than BZ. And I’ve been to a lot of them. Not worried about getting older cause I keep my ass in great shape and continue to perfect my bottoming skills so that black guys fuck me repeatedly when they see me again. Gettin dick from guys 30 years younger who love to breed my boi pussy is a huge turn on.
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Will be visiting Denver soon and would like to smash and flood the biggest asses Denver has to offer.
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I’ve been with my boy. Drew for almost a year. We have a typical dad, son thing going on. I breed him most days and every now and then he fucks me.He’s just announced that he would like a group fuck session with me as the only bottom. He wants to watch at least half a dozen men or boys seed me and when I’m full of sperm he wants to top off my hole with his load. I’m a bit worried that if he sees me serving a group of men as their cum dump he wont respect me as his breeding Dad any more. Apart from that I kind of want to do it. Any suggestions?
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Moderator's Note: Fiction about sex workers is allowed. Stories about prostitution in real life is a problem. There is a whole thread in Tips & Tricks that explains what is and what is not allowable regarding sex work. I will post a link below. So, there I was, sitting in the coffee shop, writing porn on my laptop, when this twenty-something couple came in. A skinhead dude and a little hipster girl. Ok, he wasn’t really a skinhead. He had a close-shaved head and ice blue eyes behind aluminum wire-frame glasses, and that slightly mean, Germanic look that a lot of the local skinheads do indeed have. He had tats on his arms, but they were the New Zealand aboriginal patterns that the kids call “tribal”—no swastikas or “SS” symbols or anything like that. That was fine by me; I don’t like bigots or racists, and truthfully I wouldn’t have anything to do with one in any capacity. Despite the autumn chill, all he wore was a short-sleeved brown Abercrombie logo T-shirt and a pair of orange basketball shorts with blue stripes down the sides. Skinny, young, fit, taller than most in the category but still … a real twink, you bet. Athlete? Runner, swimmer, maybe? Not a lot of obvious muscle on him, but his whole body looked, lean, taut. Girlfriend was cute too. (Yeah, I like girls too, and fuck them on occasion. Usually in the ass. I LOVE fucking ass.) She was a petite little blonde with a ponytail, black pleated skirt with ripped white stockings underneath, pink “Hello Kitty” T-shirt under her black sweater-jacket, crystal unicorn earrings, and chunky hipster glasses—like she was trying WAY too hard to be ironic, I thought. I assumed she was a nerdy little wallflower, smart but submissive, and “skinhead” boyfriend probably took control in the relationship. My assumption was, of course, hilariously wrong. So there I was, bald, bearded, tattooed, late-forties bisexual top guy, sitting in the local mom & pop coffee shop with my crappy old HP laptop, sipping overly-sugared vanilla coffee and writing internet porn stories about fucking and breeding the asses of submissive twinks. How ironic, I thought, that this “skinhead” should come in and give me inspiration. Indeed, he was bending over a table laden with newspapers, his shorts--though loose in general—pulling tight on his ass. It didn’t see any lines through the thin material. He could have been wearing a jock, or a thong, but my guess was he was going “commando” under there. His ass, from what I could see, looked delicious. A tiny, tight little ass, small enough that I might almost fit each cheek in one hand. Almost a girly ass. A “bubble butt” it was not. But that was OK with me. I LOVED tiny & tight. On his long, tall, lean body, it looked perfect. It had been too damn long since I’d had some ass. Over two long weeks, since, while on the road for work, I’d met up with a graduate student at an elite Ohio college through Craigslist. That one had been another little hipster with American Apparel clothes and a carefully tended goatee … Who’d yelped like a little girl and called me “daddy” as my stabbing cock fed two loads of hot fertile man cum into his incredibly tight pussy-ass. It had been a great time, but over two weeks was TOO long. I needed to breed some more ass NOW. I was probably getting too damn discrete and polite in my middle-age, especially since there were thousands of college kids out there with kinky cravings for older cock, I knew. Male or female, I ought to have been spearing somebody’s young sphincter right now, I thought … not just sitting there writing about past conquests. “Skinhead” went up to the counter with his little blonde girlfriend and they ordered some hot beverages from the barista. Meanwhile, I was plonking away on my laptop keyboard, writing as fictionalized version of a gangbang of a nineteen-year-old Latino dude that I’d been privileged to take part in in Iowa that past winter. I could still visualize and even smell the endless torrents of cum running from his well-used ass after thirty or so of us older tops had bred him well in my friend’s basement … I guess was so hung up on getting some detail or other of that fondly-remembered breeding right, staring at the screen of my laptop, that I failed to notice my “skinhead” twink peeking over my shoulder. What word on my screen had attracted his attention? Gangbang? Breed? Fuckload, maybe? Doesn’t really matter … he HAD noticed. “Shit,” I heard him say, kinda startling me. His voice was more husky than I would have expected for a skinny twenty-something kid. I looked over my shoulder and saw him staring open-mouthed at my laptop screen. He had full lips, despite the angularity of his noise and cheekbones; kissable lips, some might say, though I usually wasn’t a very romantic guy. “Oh Christ,” he whispered, “are you ‘Big Daddy Dawg’?” Now, I felt something sink a little deep inside me. I should have lied, but noooo … I wasn’t the infamous “BigDaddyDawg.” BigDaddyDawg was a prolific and very popular author of internet gay porn, a middle-aged bear who wrote tons of stories about his conquests of college-age twink asses. He and I certainly shared similar interests, but his stories were much more popular than mine. Also, he was “pure” gay, fucking only males, while I enjoyed violating the occasional tight female ass as well when it came my way. So why was this cute, shaven-headed hipster dude asking if I was a high-profile male-male online smut creator? I mean, I’d seen him arm-in-arm with the little blonde … But then, it wouldn’t be the first time. I knew that sexuality was a spectrum, much as the more “puritan” straight and gay authorities would hate to admit it. He could be a fellow bi guy, I thought. Or maybe the kid was just in the closet, but anyway … “Nah,” I said, wanting to kick myself for my honesty. “I’m not ‘BigDaddyDawg.’” “Oh,” he said. He cleared his throat and continued, “But your story looks hot, man.” “Thanks,” I said. Now, like I said, I must have been getting slow in my old age. I should have sensed a needy ass-pussy greedy for cock right away. I should have said something clever to let him know I wanted that tight little twink butt. I guess it was the girlfriend that confused me … Even as he stood there, she came over, holding their coffees, whispered something to him. He left and went to small table in the corner with her, where they sipped their drinks. I kept writing, occasionally looking up. The young couple was talking quietly, I saw them holding hands across the table while they drank their coffees … But I could swear “skinhead” boy kept looking my way, then turning back to his girlfriend, embarrassed. After a few minutes, blonde girlfriend got up and threw away her disposable coffee cup. She blew a little kiss to skinhead boy, then headed out the door. She left with a jingle of the little bell on the coffee shop door. I watched her make her way jauntily across the street towards the “Happy Druid,” the Wiccan/New Age shop on the other side. “Skinhead” was now sitting, alone, at the table he had formerly shared with girlfriend, nursing the dregs of his java. And stealing little glances at me like a shy little schoolgirl. Hmmmm. I wasn’t that old and rusty that I wasn’t picking up some signals there … Well … girlfriend was gone shopping, my own apartment was just down the block … The time had come for bold and decisive action. I closed my laptop, got up and walked over to “skinhead.” He looked up at me with a nervous smile. How cute. “You want to go somewhere and fuck?” I asked him. “Umm … I … umm … wha .. what did you …” he stammered. “I want to fuck your ass,” I said softly. He smiled again. “Ok, well … Ummm … You have cash?” Now it was my turn to get a little nervous. “Excuse me?” I asked. “Cash,” he said again. “Umm … for gas money. It’ll be a deal, umm, right? Cheap.” Was this kid some kind of hustler? He didn’t look or act the part. And he’d been out selling his ass with his girlfriend hanging around? It didn’t make sense. Shit. Despite my tats and bald, sometimes frightening appearance, I’m a pretty straight-laced guy with a respectable corporate job. Aside from the occasional speeding ticket, I’ve never broken the law. And I NEVER pay for sex. I sure wanted this kid’s little pussy-ass, but “cheap” or not, I don’t participate in prostitution activities, and I prefer to have my young sluts begging for my dick … Not begging me for pay. “No deal,” I said. “I’ll pay you in cum. That’s it.” He bit his lip, thinking. “Ohhh … Okay. Well, I … we can try that. I just need to talk to Bethany, okay? She’s my girlfriend.” He pointed out the window towards the shop across the street. Something was still up here, I sensed it … But I also sensed that he really did want to get fucked. So, after leaving a small tip on my table, I tucked my laptop under my arm and followed his pert little ass across the street to the “Happy Druid.” “Umm … wait here a sec,” he told me, entering the shop. # So, I was standing outside the shop, pretending to look at statues of satyrs and faeries and pentagram-shaped incense burners , while “skinhead” went inside to have a word with his little blonde girlfriend. She was browsing near the back of the store. I saw him approach her, talk to her, she nodded back and I imagined the conversation was going something like: “Oh, hey, Bethany, I wanted to check out that record store down the block, pick me up some new vinyl. You can stay here. I’ll be back in fifteen, cool?” Certainly he was NOT going to tell her: “Hey, babe, I’m going off with this dude and going to get me a nice big daddy-cock shoved up my guts until I scream. ‘Kay?” But then, I was actually pretty stunned to see him nod towards me—then actually POINT to where I was standing. Girlfriend Bethany turned towards me too, taking a good long look. Now I was getting curious. Did she want to get in on the scene, too? I imagined two tight little young asses lined up side by side on my bed, and the idea was very appealing … But there was something odd in her eyes behind those chunky glasses. Kind of mischievous, and kind of arrogant … Suddenly, she grabbed “skinhead’s” neck and kissed him full on the lips. They were going at it for a few seconds, and I figured from their mouth movements that they must be doing some serious tongue fucking. I could see the old hippy woman who ran the shop giving them a curious smile from behind the counter. Then, suddenly, blondie broke off the kiss, grabbed boyfriend’s hand, and lead him out towards the door. When they got outside, he just stood there looking slightly lost. She took off her glasses and quickly swapped them out for a pair of dark sunglasses from inside her jacket. Then, she stared at me, tilting her head this way and that, as if sizing me up. Now, I wasn’t sure what their game was. I might want to play, I thought, but I’m not going to stand around forever … “So what’s the plan, here?” I asked the couple. Bethany smiled wide, laughing a bit to herself as if she was about to deliver the punchline to the funniest joke ever. Meanwhile, skinhead boyfriend shuffled his feet again, nervous and excited. “Twenty dollars,” she said. “Excuse me?” I asked. “Twenty dollars,” she repeated. She was trying really hard to act the part of some kind of cold-ass bitch--and almost pulling it off, too. Bending forward, I whispered: “What for?” She nodded towards “skinhead.” “For his PUSSY, of course,” she says bluntly. “You want it, don’t you, stud?” Now, as I said, I’ve never paid for sex. I wasn’t really up to date on the current market values, but I didn’t think that a prime, tight, early-twenties twink ass would go that cheap. Just like I didn’t really think little “Bethany” was a hardened pimp-ette, though she was obviously enjoying playing the role. This was obviously a fantasy scene that they wanted to play out “for reals.” Probably a fantasy they both shared to some extent, given her investment in playing the bitch pimp part, and his own nervous horniness. A young couple sharing their wildest dreams together … It was almost touching. I felt a tingle and a jerk in my dick as it started crawling to life and I knew I had to take advantage of this. OK. For once, I’d agree to “pay” for sex, knowing this was the scene they wanted. “All right,” I told her. “Twenty in cash, and not a fucking penny more. Your whore’s pussy better be worth it.” “Gawd,” I heard “skinhead” boy moan. Something I’d said had really excited him and primed his little ass-pussy for me, I was sure. Was it that I was buying it, or just that he now knew for sure that I was going to fuck it? I pulled out my wallet removed a crisp twenty dollar bill, fresh from the ATM only an hour before, and carefully handed it to girlfriend. She took it, rolled it up, and placed it carefully inside her jacket. “You have a place?” girlfriend asked. I nodded. “C’mon.” My apartment was on the fourth floor of a 1910’s brownstone just down the street. I led the way and my kinky, quirky couple followed closely behind me. We reached the lobby and headed up the steps. My skinhead was jogging ahead, took a few of the steps two at a time, he was that excited. Meanwhile, girlfriend—“Bethany”—followed with even steps a few feet behind me. I glanced back and she still had her sunglasses on, her mouth set in a slight smile. She DID look like a little saleswoman—about to visit a client to pitch Avon, timeshares, Lord knows what … Maybe not a pimp, but she had that business look. My apartment is nothing to write about, a clean, functional bachelor pad, mostly. I didn’t give them time to look around, just stopped for a moment to place my laptop on my desk—and then led them directly to my bedroom. My bedroom was simply, sparsely furnished--you might even say spartan. The nightstand, dresser and wardrobe were all of black-painted wood, and I had a single leather-upholstered chair in the corner. My bed, with black cotton sheets, sat in the middle of the polished hardwood floor. I jokingly called it my “ghetto bed.” The mattress was actually of good quality, nice and firm, but under the box springs, all I had was a simple, steel bedframe. No headboard, no decoration. It was low to the floor, which I preferred-- For whatever reason, I liked sleeping low to the ground. But, even better, the bed was just the perfect height for bending a tight-assed little slut over with his feet on the floor, so that I could fuck his tight little hole while standing up myself—my favorite position. I waved them into the bedroom and then closed the door behind us. I was eager, sure … But girlfriend wasn’t wasting ANY time … “Take off your clothes, you fucking CUNT!” she ordered skinhead boy. “Show him the pussy he paid for!” “Cold-ass bitch” was right … It was amusing to heat the cutting meanness in her very feminine voice. He stripped quickly. His T-shirt, shorts and socks, shoes were soon in a little pile on the floor. No underwear—I’d been right about the commando thing. I got a chance to study his nude body. He was lean, pale, and pretty for a man. Almost hairless, save for some brown hairs on his lower legs, and a sparse brown bush from amidst which his six inch cock stood erect, dripping a glob of precum. His smooth, hairless chest was highlighted by nipples which, while small and manly in shape, were pale pink, like a girl’s. Overall, a pretty, porcelain-skinned pussyboy. Only the dark tribal tattoos on his arms, and the little spiral one around his navel, contrasted with the rest … And the contrast was pretty damn hot. “Where do you want him?” asked girlfriend. “You want him to suck you first?” Now, I enjoy a good blowjob as much as the next guy. Hell, I enjoy a good facefuck even more … And I was willing to bet he’d be up for that. But it had been too damn long. I didn’t want to fool around with appetizers; I wanted my main course. I wanted to see his little ass, and then I wanted to fuck it. “No,” I told her. “I want to fuck now. I need him to stand here and bend over the bed. You can sit there.” I waved her towards the leather chair in the corner, on the other side of the bed. She nodded, and took a seat there. Skinhead boy eagerly assumed the position, ass raised high and head down. I grabbed one of the pillows from the bed and tossed it to him. “You may need to bite on this,” I said. He took the pillow and placed it under his head, turning his head sideways so that he could rest it there. Then, I examined the ass which was presented for my inspection. The shape of it was the same as I’d glimpsed through his shorts, tight, compact, girlish … He even had little white hairs on it like a girl has on her ass. I slowly spread the cheeks and the pussy-hole that greeted me looked tender and delightful. The pucker was pink, not brown, tiny, inviting. I don’t rim, but even to meet, it looked good enough to eat. But I wasn’t going to eat it—I was going to fuck it. I quickly shed my own clothes. Opening my nightstand, I pulled out a tube of Astroglide, squeezed some along the length of my achingly erect eight inch cock, and then rubbed it around the shaft and to lube it. I used an extra dollop on the fat head of my tool. “You going to use a condom?” girlfriend asked. “No,” I told her bluntly. For a second, I was worried that this might be a problem— But she just nodded, as if she completely understood. “You gonna pull out, then?” she asked. “I mean, before you shoot your cum?” “No, “ I said again. “Oh my … god,” I heard skinhead boy gasp, his voice slightly muffled by his position and the pillow. And girlfriend just smiled at both me and her boyfriend, giving us this kind of sinister grin. Only then did I realize I had given them the absolute RIGHT answer as far as they were concerned. This little male slut definitely wanted to be BRED bareback, and his little lady supported the decision! Well, how could I disappoint them, then? I squeezed some Astroglide onto my index finger, and slowly rubbed it around his pink hole. He started rotating his hips and thrusting back at me, obviously delighted at my touch. I out another glob of the lube on my finger, and slowly inserted it into him. God, he was tight. My finger glided into the warm passage easily enough, but it was snug. Still, slut assholes can expand easily … I little more lube, and I was ready. I was more than ready, my big cock was dripping pre-cum and hard as an iron pipe—I was feeling the need to breed. Slowly, I held one of pert little ass-cheeks in one hand, while with the other I guided my throbbing dick to his puckered pink hole. I leaned forward with a soft grunt, applied steady pressure, and that young ass flowered open for me … Immediately, I could feel the ring of his asshole spasming around my thick intruder, nibbling almost like a toothless mouth at the mushroom head of my dick. Skinhead boy shook and whimpered, burying his face in the pillow. He was obviously having a bit of pain. Now, I like to take control and ride and possess young asses, but I’m not into causing pain. I was actually a little surprised—I hadn’t expected him to be THIS tight, so … inexperienced? “Has he been fucked before?” I asked the girlfriend. She had been leaning forward in the chair, as if to better observe of the process of my violating her boyfriend’s ass. “Yeah,” she said. “Well,” she clarified, “with toys. I have an eight-inch vibrator.” Toys? Jesus. Fucking girly sex toys. That’s it? So he was, basically, a virgin at being a pussy for real man-cock? “Vibrator ain’t as thick as me,” I said. “Oh,” she said, as if not knowing what to say. “He’s gonna hurt for a little,” I told her. “But he’ll get used to it. It’s his first time with a real cock, so I’ll be gentle … for now.” My cock isn’t the longest I’ve ever seen. Though eight inches is quite nice … But it’s thick. And thickest at the head--the red, throbbing, angry bulb that was now trying to gain entry to his very tight pleasure-hole. I held my cock there for a minute, applying even pressure before I started to push in … very slowly. Blonde girlfriend leaned forward during the process and, surprising me, showed a little tenderness towards her slut boyfriend. She stroked his shaved head and “shushed” him like a little kid. “It’s all right,” she purred. “Be a good little bitch and relax for the nice man so that he can fuck your cunt.” He grimaced a little after my mushroom head finally popped through his tight ass-pussy ring. His sphincter was still spasming, but the contractions were slowing and less intense as his body relaxed to accept the entry of my manhood. But the feeling for me was still incredible. How could I describe it? A fist of silk? Very slowly squeezing my cockhead … Pulsing … I never quite remembered just HOW good a tight young ass could feel until I got my cock into one after going without for a while. Damn, was he soft and tight and HOT. When he got used to it, I slowly proceeded in my journey up his tight little chute until I was buried, balls deep. My heavy scrotum hung in the crack of that tight little butt, and I was in heaven. My big daddy cock was sheathed in one of the tightest holes I’d had the pleasure of experiencing in a long damn time. Hell, it felt TOO good. I had to pause there so I wouldn't cum yet. I could feel his heartbeat pulsing on my dick, and I knew I would not last long if I started pumping his hole right away. It had indeed been too damn long and I had a huge load built up. I could already feel the heaviness in my balls and the liquid pressure of the boiling cum in them looking to escape. But I wanted time to enjoy this before I seeded this boy-pussy with my gushing sperm. I used an old trick I had learned many years ago. I squeezed the muscles that controlled the valves in my cock … Like I was trying to stop a piss mid-stream—using the same muscles as that, anyway. I did this several times, until the feeling of urgency faded and my splooge wasn’t threatening to overflow. Of course, clenching those muscles ALSO had the effect of making my cock twitch and jerk in the tight sheathe of skinhead’s ass. He moaned, and I thought I felt his passage clench down on me in response. Hot damn. I grabbed his nearly-hairless asscheeks, then slapped the right one hard, leaving a mark. He jumped and slid off my cock an inch or two … I grabbed his hips and fed it back in. And I started to fuck him. A shallow fuck at first … I was grinding my cock deep. Just grinding my hips up and down, making him feel ever single inch of my big daddy cock and letting him know that he truly was my bitch. He started moaning: “Umm … umm …ummm.” Now, I realized I hadn’t heard anything from the girlfriend, Bethany, for a minute or two. At the same time, I smelled kind of a musky, sweet tang in the room that seemed familiar. It had been a month or two since my last female ass-taking, but she’d juiced like hell from her pussy during the whole fuck … The smell was almost the same … I looked up and saw that blonde girlfriend, Bethany, had her precious little pleated skirt pulled up, her pink thong pulled aside, and was frantically fingering her cunt. Her pussy was glistening with creamy juice, and her big pink clit was sticking out from between her chubby cunt lips, almost like a tiny little dick. A few drops of her natural lube were glistening in the curls of her neatly-trimmed blonde pubes. It was pretty damn hot. Oh, I wasn’t about to give up skinhead’s tight clenching virgin ass for that wet female cunt just now … But it was a stimulating sight. Maybe she DID want some of what boyfriend was getting? There was room on my bed to bend over another young whore, tight asses side by side, I’d done it before … I leered at her and nodded, offering my stud services. Looking up from her pussy-play, she just chuckled and gave me a smirk that said, “Silly man, that’s not how this works.” Then, her eyes went back to boyfriend’s ass where my cock was pounding it. Ah well, I’d thought I’d make the offer, anyway … But wait … An idea occurred to me, an obvious suggestion, but hot … my little skinhead was biting a pillow as I fucked him. If girlfriend wanted to play co-dom along with me, shouldn’t he be doing something MORE for her? Putting his mouth to BETTER use? “Why don’t you scoot that chair up to the edge of the bed,” I told her. “Put your ass on the bed and his face in your lap. I can’t use both ends of him at once, so you might as well, right?” Her face lit up like a kid on Christmas at the suggestion. In seconds, she yanked off her shoes, skirt and thong, dragged the chair closer to the bed with a screech across my poor hardwood floor, and had his face in her womanhood. “Eat my pussy, bitch!” she demanded, grabbing his shaved head with both hands and thrusting her hips up onto his mouth, bucking rough against him. I had to admire her style. “Mmmph,” came from skinhead boy’s mouth, followed by very loud, wet, and somewhat desperate slurping noises. Poor kid, she was fucking overflowing with girl sauce, I only hoped he could breathe OK … Once girlfriend was in position to use his mouth, I decided to start my own fucking in earnest. No more Mr. Nice top. I slid almost all the way out of that tender pink hole of his—and then slammed it into him as hard as I could. He jerked forward into girlfriend’s pussy with a startled “Mmmmphhh!” Over and over I slammed into him, each time I moved faster and harder. He kept grunting with each thrust into his virgin ass—but I thought he was enjoying it. It may have been because he started bucking his hips back to meet my thrusts, as if his hole was hungry for more … I kept pounding away, harder and faster. He was taking it all now, his silken sheath swallowing my sword at every plunge. I felt my big balls bounce in the crack of his ass as I bottomed out on every stroke, my ball-sack actually brushing against his. Then, on the outstroke, his pink ring was pulled out a bit along with my cock … Before I thrust forward and pushed it all in again. Tight, soft, hot, intense … I had the reached the nirvana of ass-fuck heaven, pleasure radiating from my cock-shaft to every nerve in my body. I knew it wouldn’t last forever. There was an urgency in my loins, and I expected we would all need to cum soon. We were all panting and breathing harder now. I was starting to sweat a little despite myself. No one was talking; there were moans and gasps, but the only other sounds in the room were the slosh-slurp-slurp of skinhead orally servicing Bethany’s overflowing girl-pussy, and the fwap-fwap-fwap of my thighs on his tight little ass as I fucked his male cunt. Blondie Bethany, the “cold-ass bitch” wanna-be pimpette, lost it first. “Fuhhhh …” I heard her squeal. “Fuh … fuh ..FUUUUCK!” I looked up and saw her cute little face scrunched up behind her sunglasses, her glossy lips curling back over her white little teeth. She grabbed skinhead’s shaved head with both hands and dug her nails into his scalp-flesh, pulling his face tightly to her cunt. Then, she started to spasm and shake, arched her back … And her stockinged thighs clamped around his head as she came. “Mother … ummm … EAT ME … ooohhh! … MOTHER … FUCKER … SISSY … CUNT …” she chanted as she rode out her climax. I was too close, and I couldn’t resist in joining the chain reaction girlfriend had started. I leaned forward, dripping sweat onto my bitch-boy’s back. The head of my cock was burning for release, and I could feel my balls now, painfully tight and throbbing with pressure, my own asshole twitching as the sap started to rise deep inside me--my body readying itself for the most primal male act of SEEDING a cunt. Thrust … I felt the urgent tingling in my cock, the seed rising … THRUST … The valves inside my body were opening, prostate gland ready to deliver fluid to flush my fertile sperm deep into his ass. THRUST … I felt the flow of cum rising, the pressure boiling over— The point of no return had been crossed-- I made sure that my cock was buried as deep in his ass as I could possibly get it, and I held his hips in a vise-grip: prime breeding position. With a grunt, I held on tight … as my body began seeding his. I started pumping a heavy load deep inside--holding completely still--so nothing was moving except the sperm pumping out of my dick. Every straining bolt of seed that that left my body and shot into his made me shudder with pleasure. Spurt after powerful spurt of my hot daddy semen coated the walls of his insides, filling him with my lust and injecting my DNA deep inside his male slut pussy. “FUCK!” I bellowed, my self-control lost as the spasms of my orgasm took control of body, every muscle and nerve primed only to pump fertile seed into the young male pussy I was breeding. “TAKE IT, BITCH!” I shouted. “HAVE MY FUCKING BABIES, YOU PUSSY FUCKING CUNT!” My prick swelled and I held it inside deep, as waves of cum pulsed up my shaft. I growled. Pulling his head up from girlfriend’s lap, he yelled out now: “YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!” As if this was the fulfillment of his life’s dream … Hot semen gushed into his hole, up deep inside him, practically up into his belly. I started moving again, trying to fuck out the rest of the load and prolong my pleasure. My cock receded and then pushed back in deep, disgorging more molten spunk into his pussy-ass. My hips pistoned and his ass came back to meet me, desperate to get every drop of manseed up his boy-cunt. My orgasm seemed to last for an eternity—but all good things must end. As I came down from my climax, panting, I rested with my weight on top of him, still impaling him, my cock slowly oozing dribs and drabs of heavy semen into his guts. A minute later, I pushed myself up and slowly eased out, my fat cockhead popping out of his sphincter with an audible PLOP. With my cum dripping in a long streamer from his pink—and now presumably very tender—asshole, he got up on his knees, then grabbed his own little cock with his right hand and jerked it frantically. In only a few seconds, he was moaning “FUCK …” He started shaking, tensed up, and his cock shot a spurt of very thick, almost pudding-like cum onto the sheets. Several more heavy globs followed, his skinny form shaking as involuntary muscles pumped out the sperm from deep inside him. Thick and gluey, it made a little pool on the sheet. Hell, I couldn’t get pissed at him for that. The wash and fold service I used had to be well accustomed to seeing cum stains on my linens by now, I knew. Man, his load was THICK, though. That was true bottom cum, the result of a vigorous internal prostrate massage by my big tool. Momentarily exhausted, he slumped forward onto the bed, lying on his side. He was panting and red-faced--but grinning like a maniac. His face was covered with a thick and wet glaze of his girlfriend’s fluids, his chin practically dripping with her cunt juice. Girlfriend herself reclining back in the chair, already pulling her thong back on. “Was that cunt worth twenty bucks?” she asked me. I nodded and smiled broadly. “Best pussy for the money.” # I won’t bore you with the rest of the incidental details. Suffice it to say, once the little fuck-scene was finished, both of them—girlfriend included—seemed a little shy and wanted to get going. I gave them my business card, and told them I might be interested in buying some cheap ass-pussy again. Girlfriend took the card, but she explained that they lived on the other side of the state, and were just passing through and had been trying to sell his pussy for “gas money.” In other words, they hadn’t wanted to try acting out this scene in their hometown, where people might recognize them. Once they left, I felt a familiar twinge in my cock, and realized I could easily go again. With the first, desperate load now purged, I could now give some hot young ass-pussy a nice LONG and brutal fuck. I decided to get my car and head towards a nearby college town. Skinhead’s girlfriend had inspired me--maybe I’d seek out a female coed ass this time. Or an MF couple … But that’s a whole ‘nother story, as they say.
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I met my match. In the sex game that is, We met on BBRTS and he said he was an insatiable bottom. I said I was an insatiable top. We chatted about our likes and dislikes. He said he loved cum and loved having cum deep in his ass. It sounded like a good match. He challenged me to "wear him out." And I took the challenge. We met a few days later. We had a couple drinks and got undressed. He put on some porn and we started to watch. The guys on the screen were kissing and stroking each other. We started doing the same thing. My cock was hard and he popped it into his mouth. He is an amazing cock sucker. I hit some poppers and he did too. He deep throats my cock to the balls. He swirled his tongue around the head. I was in heaven. I sat down and he moved his body to a position where I could play with his hole. He had lube in his hole so could finger it and slip more fingers inside. It made my cock swell. I wanted his hole so bad. I was so horny and didn't want to cum in his mouth. I wanted my cum deep inside his hole and he did too. We got into a doggie position and arranged some pillows so we were both comfortable. He backed his ass up against my cock and I slid inside. Slowly at first. I started to slide back and forth. I pulled out to the head and slide back inside as we both gasped in pleasure. We were by his sliding door up on the 10th floor and a slight breeze flowed over us both. It was nice as my cock and his hole were so warm and the breeze felt nice. I pumped and fucked. I pushed inside him deeper and he really moaned loudly. He clenched his ass and used his muscles to squeeze my cock. It felt so amazing. I started to pick up the pace and I could feel my cock and balls expand. He squeezed again and sighed with pleasure. He knew I was close. I started to pound his hole harder and harder. The skin of my crotch and thighs slapping against his ass. Making that sound I love. I shoved my dick in really deep and let go with a great orgasm. I came and came. It felt like buckets of cum deep inside him. He pushed back to get every drop. My cock was in so much pleasure I kept fucking and it didn't go down at all. He squeezed me with the amazing hole and kept me hard. I fucked more and more. He lay down and I was on top of his back our legs and feet pressed together as I started pounding him harder. We hit some poppers and I really banged his asshole. He kept moaning and groaning "yes, yes, own it pound it" And I did. I felt my cum from the bottom of my balls. It raced up through my cock and shot out like a rocket. (well it felt like it. lol) I shoved my cock deeper and deeper. I was screaming and grunting in pleasure. I forgot the sliding door was a bit open and I'm sure the whole apartment complex heard me cum. He laughed and said it didn't matter, and started to point at different apartments and said "he bred me" and this one fucked and I ate his cum and this one bred me..etc etc. I was fingering his hole and it was all wet and sloppy. It got my cock hard for more fucking. He turned over and invited me back inside. He said he would take every drop I could give. At some point the porn movie we had on (and had forgotten about) got loud. The guys were fucking and we could hear fucking. That got me going and I started to fuck him again. I pounded and fucked that ass. It felt so good. We hit poppers again and I really started to pound him. I was on top of him and fucking for all I was worth. We both loved the position with me on his back arms around him and fucking him good. I shot another load deep inside. We fucked and fucked for 3 hours that day and I ended up giving him 8 or 9 loads total. I got up and went to the bathroom. When I came back to the room he was in doggie position ready for more. I rubbed my soft dick against his hot wet sloppy hole. I really didn't think my cock would respond but it did. I slid inside again and fucked some more. I was able to give him another load! Small but it felt good. As my cock slipped out of him he turned around and sucked me. My cock refused to get hard. It was sensitive and I thanked him for an amazing time. We kissed and I said "you won." He laughed and said "I always wear out my tops." He said "its a win, win, you get to cum and cum and I get loads and loads. We plan to connect again soon. I left and got to my car to drive home my legs like jelly! He is Amazing! BH
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My man told me about this dream he had. He woke up dreaming he was fucking me. In two+ years, he’s had his dick in me once. It was in a four way . . . everyone was swapping. Other than that I fuck HIM. . . as often as I can. Usually that is every other day, by my own choice. I’m big. He’s 63. I can fuck hard and rough and often long and/or repeatedly. I worry every other day is too often. When we first met, erections were hard to come by for him. Although he was usually a blowjob top, he was open to other ways to play. He’s poz. I am not. Prep is what allowed me to bare fuck and breed him on our first ‘date’. He is six years older than me, and damn! is he sexy! Crix belly. His ass looks the same as it did when he was a 25 yo Russian River bartending hottie, I believe. He has 30+ tattoos. Anyway, what we do together we do together well. We also share our deep, spiritual belief that GAY SEX IS DIVINE. I mean really a higher plane, not in a Bette Midler sort-of-way. We are sluts. We go to orgy parties. We go to gay campgrounds. Did. I mean we did. Until covid. Thank dog we have each other. Every other day. Still - we both have been going squirrelly from the lack of other men. I’ve asked myself why I am taking the prep every day? Me top. Him undetectable. And I have gotten very careless about taking it. Maybe I skip a few days. A “few”. Oops. Because he told told me about his dream. HOT idea, him fucking and breeding ME. I tell him YES anytime . . . let me know so I can clean. Haha yeah, sure. And days past and it’s forgotten. Except then like a week later. It’s still lockdown around here. We are still distancing. And I overindulge quarantine style . . . a little too much alcohol . . .a little too much cannabis tincture . . .and I am passed out in bed. I wake up groggy as fuck. I wake up in a face down dream. It’s wonderful. Breath on my neck. Weight holding me down. And I am getting fucked. I have not fantasized getting fucked in SO long! And I am dreaming of the feelings . . . the fullness of a dick inside me . . .the nastiness of lube and precum squishing. Me pushing my ass back towards it. Me squirming around because it feels good in every direction and at every angle. FUCK nice. Something about the effort to push back on his dick makes me realize I am actually doing this. I AM flexing my ass. Wait? What? Am I dreaming? I realize I am not but it is such a wonderful dream I am tempted to drift back off without thinking too hard. My head is in this sleepy miasma of fantasy . . .am I at a bathhouse? . . . a Craigslist style anonymous stranger? . . .getting a hot load . . . DAMN this is fun I think to myself . . .but his FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK starting to speed up makes me aware a little so I push back giving him whatever access he wants and before I know it theres that PULSE PULSE PULSE shooting his cum in my ass. I love cum in the ass so much, usually from the other side- -giving my loads. AMAZING My man came in me, and it wasn’t even really even “on the menu”. That dick of his used to have problems getting hard when we first met . . .and he just came ROCKETS in my ass! I have never taken POZ cum. FUCK yes! Then I realized. I am not telling him. I haven’t had prep in over a week. Ten days maybe. He just shot a poz load deep in my almost-virgin-again ass. Sure he is UD, but what if not? What if that load has stored up all his potency, and all of that went deep inside me? It’s burning in me. In a good way. If I get sick in ten days, I will have to tell him the truth so he doesn’t think it is the COVID.
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Hey guys, I am finally getting ready to be a sloppy fuckslut and one of my long time dreams is to get anonymously fucked and bred by an all-night line of guys in a sleazy motel. I live in SF, so there are a few to choose from, but where would you guys suggest? Maybe somewhere in San Jose even? Love big burly white guys and cum
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Chatted with him a number of times, but never played. Apparently, he's stuck in the house with the wife and hasn't been getting any. Travelled to the office, close to my place. I was only going to blow him, swallow some nut. But, I always leave lube laying around. Great cock, full bush, low balls, hairy ass, average body, bossy attitude. on my knees working his cock, he lifts a leg and positions it on a nearby couch. I eat some ass, lick some balls. I'm really giving him some good service. He bends over and starts playing with my hole... BINGO. That's all he needed. He grabs the lube, tells me to get on all fours. He fucked for about 5 minutes or longer, came deep in my cunt, LOUDLY. I asked to eat his ass and beat off. 30-40 minutes of good sex and he was out the door.
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Visitor in Berlin. Taking your loads at my place AXEL HOTEL. ANON.
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I met him on a sex app. He said he loved daddy dick and wanted my loads. We made arrangements to connect the next day. I went over to his place and he was on tohis hands and knees with his ass ready to get my cock. I undressed and started rubbing my cock against his asshole. He had pre-lubed his ass and it was wet and warm. My cock got hard quickly. He was moaning and asking for papi dick to slide inside. I plunged my cock inside that hot warm wet hole. It was amazing and felt so good. We both groaned in pleasure and he pushed his ass back against me as I pushed in deeper. "I love your dick" he muttered. "I love your ass" I said. The slapping sound of our skin on skin was so hot. I pumped and pounded and banged that hole. I grabbed his hips and really slammed him. My cock expanded and I exploded. A nice creamy load deep inside him. I couldn't stop fucking it felt so good. I pounded more. He was moaning and groaning "fuck me papi" I did! I kept fucking and sliding in and out of that wet cummy hole. I shot a second load deep inside his ass. It felt so good to fuck him. I slowly pulled out and a glob of cum dripped out of his hole. I was getting dressed when he said "lets do it again next week!" I agreed, and we have done it 2 more times. I love breeding ass. Never enough. Love putting loads deep inside till my balls are empty!
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Just sharing a profile of a hot cumslut who loves being perved over. He is in London next month and eager for fresh loads! Enjoy his insta:
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Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. This is a fictional story. It never happened and any similarity to any real life happenings is coincidence. Intro 1 It was late on a Friday afternoon and Chris had to run some designs back to the production area. He grabbed the folder and headed back knowing he would get at least a few lewd comments. He was a little surprised when all he got were regular “Hi Chris” and “How ya doin, Chris?” He wondered if everyone knew that he had broken up with his boyfriend earlier that week and were being overly polite. Chris was out to his co-workers and it seemed that no one had an issue with it, unlike his last job. He walked into Steve’s office and said “Hi Steve, here are the final designs for the Johnson project. Let me know when you can schedule it so I can let the client know.” “Sure thing, Chris. Thanks for getting those changes done so quick” Steve replied. “No problem” Chris said and turned to go back to his desk. “Hey, Chris. A few of us are heading over to the Grey Owl Pub after work if you want to join us” Steve said. Chris stopped and turned back, thinking about it a few seconds before saying “Ah, OK. I might stop by. Nothing else to do tonight.” Chris finished the rest of his work that afternoon and looked up to see 5:40PM on his computer clock. He put everything away and grabbed his nearly empty backpack. He walked out the door and stopped. “Left to the bar or right to the train?” he thought. Turning left, he told himself that a pint or two couldn’t hurt. He walked into the pub and looked around for the guys from work. Steve, Danny & PJ (two more of Steve’s workers) and another guy who seemed to be close to Steve’s age were at a table in the corner. If it had been a gay bar, Chris would have assumed it was two daddies and their boys, but it wasn’t and he knew Steve was divorced with a son who was about five years younger than Chris’s 28 years. He walked up to the table to say ‘hi’ and see if anyone else needed a drink. Everyone said their “hi’s” and Steve introduced the stranger as a friend of his, Ken. PJ put his arm around Chris’ shoulder and said “I heard you had a rough week. Let me get you a beer.” “Thanks, PJ. A pint of IPA, please” Chris replied. As PJ headed to the bar, Chris felt PJ’s hand rub down his back and across his ass. He wasn’t sure if he should read anything into it or if it was an accident. PJ came back from the bar and set a pint down in front of Chris. He raised his glass and said “To Fridays” as a toast. Everyone tapped their glasses and took a sip. Chris felt PJ’s arm around his back and his hand resting on his hip. It was a little tight to fit five at the small round table, but this seemed a bit unnecessary. He looked at PJ and PJ smiled back at him. The conversation seemed to be all over the place - what everyone was doing that weekend, the baseball standings, the new blonde receptionist, etc. When there was a lull in the conversation Ken turned to Steve and said “Have you found someone to take the last spot on the trip? We only have two weeks until we leave.” “No, not yet. It’s hard to find someone that’s into that mix of activities and can get away for four days” Steve said. Everyone but Chris laughed and Chris wondered what was so funny. PJ squeezed Chris gently and said “How about you, Chris? Do you like canoeing and camping?” Steve looked at PJ with a stern look and then back at Chris, smiling before he said “Well?” “Uh… My ex only liked four and five star places so I haven’t camped in a few years. I used to kayak some in college, but that’s been over six years too. Why?” asked Chris. “We have a yearly canoe trip that some of us do. It’s a private trip and we like to keep the details secret. No one can tell anyone what happens, except each other, obviously. If we tell you a little bit, can you promise that you’ll keep it between us?” Steve asked Chris. “Yeah, sure” Chris replied, now curious as to what a bunch of straight guys camping would want to keep secret. “We drive up early in the morning and then load the canoes. It takes four days to get to the end where they pick us up and drive us back to our cars. We camp on sandbars in the river, a couple guys are in charge of food, a couple take care of stuff to drink. We all have fun, party, and… uh…" Ken said looking around to see if anyone was within earshot "and fuck" Ken said.
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I will be in the dc area tonight and if in the first24 hours I have more than ten loads in me I will not wear clothes or turn down a load until after mal and if after mal I am positive I will never wear clothes again
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Smooth bottom looking to travel. In need of some big cock/cocks and multiple cum loads. FF, video,pics use me like a slut.
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I’ll try to maintain this thread as a log of load taking. Yesterday, I slipped into a new jock, and let the grindr world know my hole was available. Lots of flakes, etc as normal. I mean if your profile name is”I host now” and you tell me you’re into raw fucking and don’t pull out... then live up to it. The day was pretty much like that. Then, a breakthrough. My classic response to a “what’s up” message is “Looking for cocks to breed my hole.” followed by the pic in my BZ profile. I received a customary cock pic of a fat bbc with a message that said, “Come get it, bring your poppers.” When I got to his house, he messaged me to strip to my jock while I waited on the porch. I know people saw me. Inside he grabbed me by the back of the neck and directed me to the bedroom. Forcing me to my knees, he told me to hit my poppers till he said stop. After about 20 seconds, he said stop then shoved his cock down my throat. He hammered away a bit then yanked me up and told me to lay flat on his mattress. I felt his head brush my hole and he said, “I only use your spit on my cock for lube bitch” Then he plunged in with incredible force. My spit had lubed my outer ring, but as he raw fucked my ass deeper, his precum started coating my walls. After about ten minutes and a couple more popper hits. He buried every inch in as far as he could and I felt about 9 pulses from his cock as he unloaded in me. He pulled back and continued to fuck until he slipped out. I got off the mattress, back on my knees and cleaned that stick off. I started to get dressed but he told me “pussysluts get dressed outside.” And guided me out just as he guided me in. I messaged him a note of thanks and he said to Favorite him, he’d use me again.
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-The Company Men- Jack popped off the top to his third beer and looked into the neck of the bottle. He took a deep breath, wishing the picnic would go ahead and end. The company he ran held an annual picnic for its employees at a fairly secluded park. There was a covered area with lines of picnic tables filled with catered barbecue. Jack had skipped the food in order to get a couple of beers from a large cooler. Last year, Jack’s wife Had attended the event with him. This year he went stag. He wondered if it was for better or worse. One thing was certain, he wasn't getting any. Since his divorce, he’d found it difficult to connect with people. After nearly twenty years of marriage, getting out and dating again seemed impossible. Jack let his eyes wonder as he tipped the beer bottle back and poured the nectar down his throat. He liked the way the lip of the bottle tickled the salt and pepper stubble on his chin. His gaze landed on someone who was bent over in the middle of a line of people. Apparently, some of the younger associated at the company had organized a flag-football game. Christ, she’s got a great ass, Jack thought. He looked at the plump filling in the back of the individual’s jeans and wondered what he’d feel like between those tight ass cheeks. Jack felt a tickle in his groin. The person tossed the football up and it landed in a teammate’s hand. The owner of the buns stood up and Jack felt himself begin to blush. Oh my God, Jack thought to himself, it’s Alex. As the young guy turned to help the man holding the football brush past. Jack admired the twenty-three-year-old’s face. He had a bright complexion with cold blue eyes. His blonde hair was swept back from his face, but pieces of it had fallen and brushed against his forehead. There was something about Alex that intrigued Jack. Jack didn't know much about the young man. All he knew was that he worked as a mail clerk. Every time Jack had gone to the mailroom, he’d caught other employees picking on Alex for being pretty. ‘Damn boy! You’re prettier than my wife!’ He recalled one of his friends joking. Alex was a good sport with it all, never seeming to care. There were some rumors, he’d heard. Jack didn't condone gossip, but with an office of his size it was inevitable. Apparently, Alex had a talent for sucking cock and did so liberally. He'd heard of men walking in on Alex in the men’s room with a guest or two in the stall with him. Jack discarded these rumors as nonsense, but as he looked at his cute smile on the field, he couldn’t help but detect a bit of mischief in the young man’s expression. “Jack! My man!” A voice called from behind. “Bob! Good to see you my friend,” Jack said attempting a smile. “Beautiful day today,” Bob said as he grabbed a beer. “Yes. It’s a fine one,” Jack said as he turned to get a second look at Alex bending over. “Have you been working out?” Bob asked as he pointed the mouth of his beer to Jack’s belly. “No. Not at all. Without Mary’s cooking, I just find myself skipping meals,” Jack said and gave his gut a few light pats with his open hand. “Oh right. She was a chef right?” Bob asked of Jack’s ex wife. “Yeah.” “Sorry to bring it up. Come with me, this caterer knows a thing or two. Let's get a plate,” Bob insisted. Jack followed Bob and waited in line for food with a disposable paper plate. He liked Bob, he was nice enough and he was pleased to have someone distract him. Bob stood in front of Jack in the queue and talked shop. Jack pretended to listen but he couldn’t stop thinking about Alex’s cute backside. He wanted to cup it in his hands and give it a squeeze. Jack turned and put an ear of corn on the plate and he replaced the tongs in the aluminum contained. He looked up to see Alex speaking to Bob. He tried to tune into to their quiet conversation but couldn't hear what they said. Alex leaned into Bob’s ear and whispered something that seemed to elicit a positive reaction from Bob. Alex turned to Jack after he was done sharing his secret with Bob. Jack swallowed tension deep into his throat. He froze. Alex winked at him and then ran off. “Who was that?” Jack pretended ignorance as he asked Bob. “Alex! You know from the mailroom? C’mon everybody knows Alex,” Bob said with a tinge of sarcasm in his voice. “Right! Of course. Alex…” Jack finished with the line and sat next to Bob with a bunch of other top-tier men from his company. They made small talk with one another. The spoke about quarterly earnings, new hires, the park, and of course more about the weather. Jack danced in and out of the conversation. Honestly, he wished he were talking to Alex rather than these boring older professionals. Maybe he'd hear something new from a younger employee. Bored and not really eating anything Jack stood from the picnic table. “I’m grabbing a beer. Anyone need anything?” Jack took the mens’ requests and then returned to cooler once more. He scanned the tables and tried to locate Alex. Where’d that boy go? He thought. As he popped the tops of a few beers he looked over the field and of all the people sitting in the sun, there was no Alex to be found. Jack took a deep breath and sighed. He was getting a bit tipsy, but he figured it was a good thing. At least the day would go by a little quicker. He returned to the table with his buddies and they were all leaned in speaking to one another. What is it with all this secrecy? Jack approached slowly and when he realized he once again couldn’t make anything out, he cleared his throat to let himself be known. The men shot up from over the flat surface of the table. “Jack, your back! Thanks for the beer, man,” Fred said nervously. “No problem, bud,” Jack said, trying to keep his brow from furrowing. Jack dealt the beers out and returned to his seat on the picnic bench. Sweat from the blasts bottle in his hand slid down and landed coolly on his inner thigh. It sent electric chills into his spine. He moved his hand slowly down and wiped the cold droplet from the fine hairs of his leg. He looked down to inspect and he noticed something peculiar. Jack cocked his head the left as he appraised Fred’s lap. His bulge seemed somewhat exaggerated. I’ve had too much to drink, Jack thought. Jack hadn't. As he continued to stare he realized the outline of Fred's cock snaking down into the left leg of his shorts. Jack could make out the outline of Fred’s head. Jack raised his eyes slowly up Fred’s fit torso and realized his nipples appeared to be hard, poking out into the fabric of his white, polo shirt. Jack let his eyes meet Fred’s. Fred had taking notice, but didn’t seem to care. In fact, to Jack, it seemed like he’d appreciated the attention. “Who feels like a hike?” Bob asked the group. “I do,” Fred said not turning his eyes from Jack’s. After disposing their plates and grabbing fresh drinks, the men crossed the field and hit a hiking trail. Bob led the posse up and away from the rest of the company’s employees below. Jack loved to hike and of all the years he’d been coming to this place he’d never done it. His ex wife didn’t really care for nature and always insisted he’d stay with her. At least I’m getting to do what I want for a change, Jack assured himself. He took a deep sniff of the piney air. Birds chirped overhead and pine needles and fine branches crunched beneath his feet. Jack was at the back of the pack, which was by choice. Fred walked just in front of him. Fred’s olive green shorts hugged his backside in all the right places. Jack found himself excited as Fred climbed some carved stairs in front of him. He let himself linger for a moment so that his face was at the level of Fred’s backside. Jack licked his lips. I love nature, Jack thought to himself and then grinned. “So, Bob,” Jack called ahead to the group’s leader. “Yeah bud?” “I’ve never been hiking out here. Where does it lead?” “You’ll see. It’s a surprise!” Bob said. The group then joined in with Bob and laughed. Fred turned around and gave Jack an eager look. Jack felt turned off at first by the inclusiveness of the group. He felt like an outsider. The proverbial rookie. Then, he felt a sort of shared excitement among the men and decided to roll with it. Whatever happens, happens. The incline of the trail began to level off. Through the branches ahead, Jack began to make out something, a weathered roof of an old house or barn. A strange noise began to pervade his ears. It was incongruous to the natural sound of the wind through the leaves or critters scurrying around. At first, Jack thought the sound was a cat. But, as he neared he thought it might be a woman. A slight slapping sound began to register. The men approached a clearing, Jack could now see the remains of a dilapidated barn. The men in front of him parted. The three stood to his right and two to just left of the trail. Jack scanned their faces trying to make sense of what was happening. “Uhhhhh. Oh! Uhhhh. Uhhhhh. Yeah,” a voice trailed off. Jack walked past the men that watched him approach. A man was fucking someone. He looked as the man’s thighs tensed and relaxed. His shorts lay in a pile at his ankles and his knees appeared to buckle. Jack watched as the man’s ass cheeks squeezed and relaxed as he pumped himself forward. With each thrust, the one receiving him moaned and his legs raised and fell in the air. Jack continued his approach and looked to the face of the man who was standing. His face was drenched with sweat and beet red. Howard? Jack thought, recognizing man. It was his married, straight coworker. Howard looked to Jack but ignored him in his bliss as he continued to fuck. Jack swallowed. He let his eyes fall and watched Howard’s cock disappear in between another man’s legs. He continued to pan his gaze up a young man’s body. His cock lay soft against his abs near his belly button. His build was slender and slight. Freckles speckled his flat, hairless chest. His bright pink nipples were the size of nickels. Jack raised his head and looked at the face on top of the long neck. It was Alex. Alex looked to Jack and grinned. He ran his fingers through his now messy blonde hair with both hands and then let them cradle the back of his head. Jack felt confused, but excited. His cock was growing firm in his briefs, but he hesitated touching it. Alex let his head turn to Jack. He lay where his face was at the height of Jack’s waisted who stood just a couple of feet away. Alex gestured for Jack to approach. Jack felt as if his feet were stuck in dried cement. He took a deep breath and let his dick dictate terms. He stepped forward. Alex reached out with his right hand and gave Jack’s bulge a healthy grab. Shivers coursed through Jack’s body. It had been so long since he’d been touched in such an intimate way. He moaned slightly and let his head fall back and finally land on his shoulder. Jack saw white, maybe the sun had shone in his eyes. Jack couldn't be sure. He was lost in the moment and in the ecstasy. A noise from behind him brought him back to reality. He shook the daze from his face and looked back to the buddies he had followed on the trail. The men were smiling, cat-calling and cheering for him. A smile broke on Jack’s face as he realized his coworkers not only approved, but encouraged him to continue. “That-a-boy Jack!” Bob called. “Get your dick out!” Fred instructed. “Feels good, right? We’re gonna breed this cum-hungry boy,” Howard said as he pounded his cock into Alex. The group walked toward the three men and circled themselves around them. It felt to Jack that this was truly going to be a team effort. Alex continued to grope Jack and then pulled Fred towards him by his belt loop. “Yeah!” Fred said. Fred reached over Alex and grabbed Jack’s zipper. Jack, was shocked at first, but went with it. Alex licked his lips in anticipation. Fred simultaneously liberated his own prick. Alex grabbed Jack’s fat, throbbing cock and gave his shafts a few tugs. With his left hand, Alex grabbed Fred’s and jerked him off a bit. Jack’s breath deepened. Fred raised his open hand in the air over Alex and held it out for a high-five. Jack smiled through his pleasure and gave Alex a hard slap against his hand. Warmth washed over the head of Jack’s cock as Alex took Jack in his mouth. He kissed and licked and tickled Jack’s tip. Fred waited for his turn patiently as Jack melted. All of the sudden, Jack felt a tight suction around his shaft. He looked down and saw Alex begin to wince. Alex couldn’t help but smile and his lips opened wide, releasing Jack’s rock-hard member. “You about to cum in me?” Alex said as he leaned up and looked to Howard, the man plowing his hole. “Alex, I’m about to explode in you. I’m gonna fill you with my seed,” Howard said through punctuated breaths and violent thrusts. Jack watched Alex smile even wide. Bob took hold of Jack by his upper arm and led him away from Alex’s face. The men gathered around Howard and waited for him to blow. “C’mon Howard! C’mon buddy,” a voice cheered. Howard, happy with the audience, began to really put on a show. He pulled his shoe through his pants, fully liberating his left leg. He raised his foot and placed it next to Alex's plump ass on the stump the young man lay on. Jack liked the way the man’s balls bounced off of Alex’s butt and then back against his own. They mad a wet, smacking sound. His nuts looked full and as big as plumbs. Jack lights stroked himself as he also took interest in Howard’s tight hole, that winked as his ass parted with each pull out of Alex. The muscles in the man’s ass bounced and flexed. Jack bit the tip of his tongue. “That’s my man! Howard you fuck him right!” “Fuck him hard Howard! Show him what you’ve got!” Bob said deeply. Alex grabbed his own ass cheeks, one in each hand and spread them, allowing Howard to punch deeper and deeper inside him. He moaned and hummed and his eyes looked eager, ready to take Howard’s jizz. Sweat dripped down Howard’s lower back and fell to the pine straw beneath him. He grunted and picked up speed. “Yeah.” “Give it to him Howard,” Fred said as he gave Howard’s balls a gentle squeeze. “Uhh. Ahhhhh. Oh my fucking God,” Howard began. Fred dropped Howard’s balls and the group looked on ready to witness Howard explode. Jack watched as Howard’s scrotum tightened, taut over his balls. He’s gonna blow, Jack thought as he watched. “Yes, fuck me. Give me that load,” Alex encouraged the man he felt engorging inside him. Jack couldn’t believe his eyes as he watched his friend, Bob get on his knees to get a better view. Bob had his hand down his pants and was clearly enjoying what he saw. “I’m gonna cum,” Howard managed. “That’s it Howard, yeah!” Jack watched as the veins in Howard’s shaft grew large and hard and his cock flex and relax as it filled its host with white, creamy jizz. Howard’s body seized and shivered into the back of Alex’s thighs. Jack leaned back on his heels to get a better look at Alex’s face. Alex was smiling wide. He loved it. Jack felt good for the young man. He let his eyes appraise the man’s face further. He was devastatingly handsome, with a firm jaw and gentle nose. His eyes were large and bright. As Howard finished inside Alex, the other men cheered and patted his shoulders. Howard slid his long dick from Alex’s hole. Jack watched as the boy’s gaping cunt made a perfect ‘O’ shape. Alex clenched his hole a couple of times until a bit of cum began to dribble out. Careful to not lose a drop, Alex raked the wetness up his crack and dutifully pushed the cum back inside himself. “Who’s next?” Alex asked playfully, his legs still held wide in the air. Fred volunteered. Jack wished he had waited just a moment longer as he wanted to simply just stare at the boy’s absolutely beautiful butt. Fred unbuttoned his green shorts and slid them over his own nice backside. He spit down on his cock. He leaned forward and spit a couple of thick wads on Alex’s hole. He painted the saliva around Alex’s anus, as if the tip of his cock were a paintbrush. Satisfied that the boy was properly lubed, Fred rammed his dick deep inside Alex. Alex yelped. Fred held his hips still for a moment and looked around the group with a coy smile on his face. “You guys ready for me to do this?” Fred asked. “Yeah!” A resounding cheer from the men approved. Fred worked his hips in a circular motion. He was a bit more fit than Howard. Jack could see the muscles in his lower back popping and stretching. Alex seemed pleased with Fred’s technique. He took hold of Fred’s shirt and pulled it toward his chest. Fred’s hips bounced off of Alex’s buns as if they were made from rubber. Fred paid more attention to Alex’s cock than Howard had and groped the young man until he grew slightly hard. Jack really liked the short, blonde tuft of hair his shaft rested on. Alex was a beautiful boy. Someone grabbed Jack’s right ass cheek and gave it a friendly grip. Jack turned and saw it was Bob. “You enjoying this?” Bob asked Jack, still cupping Jack’s ass in his hand. “Sure…” Jack said looking into Bob’s glassy eyes. “I can tell,” Bob said and pointed a finger at Jack’s hard eight inches. “I think I’m going to go after Fred,” Bob said. “Nice,” Jack said. Bob continued to massage Jack’s ass as they watched Fred and Alex. Jack wanted to jerk off a bit, but was afraid to touch himself. It had been so long, he was afraid he would blow. Hell, if a warm breeze were to pass, I’d probably cum. “That’s my man, Fred! Fuck that boy-pussy!” Bob said and took a sip from his beer before passing it to Jack. Jack took a sip, careful to not lose sight of Fred. Fred was really going at it. Giving everything he had. His abs flexed and tensed hard as stones. Alex writhed on the stump as his legs were tossed back over and over again. “Oh… Oh…” Fred began to moan, his pitch rising higher with each plow. “Yeah! You cum all in that boy. Give him what he wants!” A man said. “Oh… Oh…” Fred continued. Fred stepped away from Alex, pulling himself out from the warm hole. He palmed his cock and gave it some hearty jerking. The men cheered him on. “You ready for me?” Fred asked Alex. “You better cum in me,” Alex demanded. Just as Fred was about to spray his load, he buried his cock back into Alex. He slumped over the boy as he worked his hips, filling Alex’s insides with a warm shower of thick man-juice. Fred cursed inaudibly, under his breath as he finished his orgasm. Alex bit his lower lip and looked into Fred’s pleased face. “Thanks Fred,” Alex said, followed by a wink. Fred pulled his wet rod out of Alex and pointed to it with both hands. The group cheered the man on and gave him high-fives as he stepped away from Alex. Alex held the back of his knees with both hands and waited patiently. Jack looked down at his prick and saw it was leaking precum onto the ground beneath him. A pretty, clear string of it looked like morning dew on a leaf. Fred approached him. “You enjoy the show?” Fred asked Jack. “Very much,” Jack replied. Fred took Jack’s cock by its base and pointed it up toward his mouth. Keeping eye contact with Jack, Fred cleaned the precum from the tip of Jack’s cock with his tongue. It tasted deliciously sweet. Jack’s heart raced and thudded against the ribs in his chest. Fred dropped Jack’s cock. “Yummy,” Fred said as he pulled his shorts up and turned back to Alex. Bob had taken his shirt and shorts off. All he wore were his boots. He dropped to his knees and began to tongue Alex’s wet, slimy cunt. He moaned and hummed into the boy’s butt as he licked him. Alex purred as Bob plunged his tongue in and out of him. The salty loads of fuckers past, flavoring the experience. Alex was drenched in sweat. He rubbed the wetness over his thin torso with his hands, paying attention to his nipples and his neck. Fred clapped at the sight. “Rim that ass,” Fred added. Bob was a stout man, but as he stood up from the ground, his belly seemed to flatten. His cock looked like a beer can, thick and fat. “You think you’re ready for me?” Bob asked Alex. “Yeah, screw me.” “You think he’s ready for me guys?” Bob turned to the group and asked. The men all cheered for Bob to continue. Jack watched Alex’s face as Bob entered him his eyes rolled back into his skull. He could see the skin of Alex’s hole stretch to accommodate the man’s sizable girth. Alex pinched his nipples, seemingly turned on by the pain. Jack watched as Bob’s hips swung back and forth. He never thought he’d see this, his friend of over a decade fucking anyone, much less another man. “Put your back into it Bob!” Someone suggested. Bob laughed to himself and began to more aggressively plow the boy. His back slid to and fro on the flannel blanket he laid on. His ass bounced and jiggled as Bob did indeed put his back into it. The small crowd cheered him on. Bob leaned forward over Alex and put his arms underneath Alex’s shoulders. He lifted Alex up off of the stump. Alex quickly wrapped his thin legs around Bob’s waist. Alex bounced up and down off of Bob’s groin. The group went wild. The two men looked each other in the face. Alex’s face looked pleased with the change of position. Alex’s entire body seemed like a rag doll as Bob began to thrust and plunge harder and deeper. Sweat covered the two men. Their bodies made a slippery slapping sound as they collided into one another. “Oh fuck!” Bob exhaled. He put the boy’s back onto the stump and pressed him into it by the shoulders. Holding him down hard, Bob silently unloaded. His body shivered in delight as he came. The crowd steered him on. “That’s right Bob!” Alex moaned in between deep, strained breaths. After Bob pulled his thick meat from Alex, his hole looked destroyed. Alex rubbed his boy-pussy’s lips and delighted in the hot, wet mess. He lowered his legs and rested them for a minute while he caught his breath. A couple of the guys were jerking off as the waited for the next person to step up and take the plunge. After a beat, Alex sat up on the stump and looked around. “Who’s next? I want more,” Alex declared. “Jack,” someone said under their breath, then another, “Jack,” then more people joined in until it was a unanimous chant, “Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack! Jack!” Jack grinned and looked around. He felt that he should step forward. The men encouraged him with pats on the back and gentle shoves for him to get moving. His eyes met Alex’s crystal blue dazzlers. Alex grinned to Jack. Jack held an expression on his face that seemed to ask ‘Is that okay?’ “I’ve wanted you for a while,” Alex said. Jack bit his lower lip to contain his smile. “I know just how I want you to,” Alex continued. Alex slid off of the stump and leaned forward over the stump. His body looked soaked in a sweat sheen that seemed to shimmer in the late-day sun. With his pecs firmly on the stump, he spread his pale legs apart. He reached back with spread fingers and parted the cheeks of his ass for Jack. Jack felt a robust rush of desire course through his entire body. He grabbed the you man’s tiny waist with his big hands. He thought they could almost wrap around him entirely. “Mmm-hmmm,” Alex encouraged him to continue. The men behind him were still chanting his name. Jack grabbed the base of dick with his thumb and index finger and aimed it at the boy’s cherry hole. He pressed forward with his hips and ass until hot smoothness covered his entire body. The warmth radiated from his prick out. Fireworks exploded in his brain. Alex moaned and arched his back low. Jack pulled back and then slammed forward. Alex’s hair bounced with each punch Jack delivered into him. Someone was caressing his chest, Alex didn’t know who it was nor did he care. He was in ecstasy. The boy’s hole felt tight around him, like a clenched fist. Alex leaned back, putting pressure on Jack to drive himself even deeper inside the boy’s sweaty cunt. His body shuddered as he continued to fuck hard slaps into Alex. Alex groaned and moaned in delight. Their bodies rhythm synced and they both held on for a wild ride until Jack’s pent-up load was released. Jack felt as if he was out of control his hips and thighs tensed and pressed and got exactly what they yearned for, sweet release. Jack grunted with each thrust until finally his nuts grew hard and his sack shriveled over them. Cum exploded like a bomb into Alex’s ass. Filling it with a thick mess. Alex had never experienced anything like it. Jack continued to slam his battering ram into Alex. There was so much cum, it began to squirt out of Alex’s cunt and slide from it down Jack’s balls and onto the ground. With each plunge, more cum came. Alex held his mouth open wide, unable to breath. Jack pounded and pounded causing cum to squirt out all over the earth beneath the two men. Applause broke out from behind Jack. He slowly regained consciousness and relief washed over his entire body. Alex collapsed on the stump. Jack pulled his cock from him slowly. A stream of jizz slid down Alex’s leg. The cheers, claps and raucous applause continued. But, Jack heard Alex say something softly. “Come back,” Alex said to him. Jack bent forward to hear what the young beauty had to say. His thighs pressed against the back of Alex’s hairless buns. He could feel Alex breathing deeply beneath him, each heave reminded him of the good fuck he’d delivered. “That was fucking amazing Jack,” Alex said. “Thanks?” “I’ve wanted you to fuck me ever since I saw you—that first day in the mailroom,” Alex admitted. Jack grinned, boyishly. He didn’t know exactly how to take it. Before he could figure it out, Alex planted a hot kiss on his mouth. His lips tasted salty and felt like soft rose petals against his stubble. Jack, without his mind’s permission, kissed the boy back. The skin of his face felt great against his cheek. Jack held his face as he continued to tongue the boy’s supple pout. He felt himself grow hard again and pressed it into Alex. He could feel Alex smile into his kiss. He wondered if round two would be even better. The crowd behind the two men seemed to think so...
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Any tops / vers top for some BB action in Edinburgh or near ?
