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Visiting during the time above and seeking tops who would like to breed and seed my hole. Other kinks are open to discussion I would love to be taken to a venue and led around naked on a collar to be shared with all the cocks there at your bidding.
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I'm flattered by guys on here who want to add me as a friend. But please know that if you add me as a friend, I assume I get to shoot my load into your unprotected ass. Deal?
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Riverside bareback bottom here looking to take loads from guys coming between LA or OC to Palm Springs. Tall skinny white boy with cute little butt here to take your loads. Hit me up and try me out
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My Boy Wanted BIG Dicks - Chapter 1. My boy and I fuck as often as we can. We have great sex, even if it can seem like the ‘spark’ is gone sometimes. He nearly always bottomed for me, raw, of course, and he could take all of my cock like a champ, but I sensed he wanted something more. One night, as I was pounding his hole, he reached back and slid a finger into his hole next to my thrusting cock. He moaned and pulled out his finger. I quickly replaced it with mine, and soon had three fingers inside his hole along with my cock. I used my other hand to grab my phone off the bedside table and took a few sexy pics. The extra girth had him whimpering like a bitch in heat. That sent me over the edge, and I bred him deep. When I pulled my cock out, I kept working my cummy fingers into his hole, more puffy and stretched than I’d seen it in a long time. We swung back and forth from having an open relationship at times to relatively monogamous. It seemed to me like it was time to find something bigger for my boy to get stuffed with. I realized that if I didn’t do it for him / with him, he’d do it without me. The next day, after work, I stopped by an adult bookstore where in the past I had often sucked cock through a glory hole. On this occasion, however, I was after a cock ring to plump my dick up, and, who knows, perhaps find a big-dicked stud to bring home with me to open my boy’s hole up. I found a cock ring that looked promising; it was chrome and looked as if it would fit snugly around my cock and balls. I paid for it, as he gave me the change, the cashier smiled at me, offering to show me how to put it on. I accepted his invitation and and followed him to a video booth in the back. He left the door behind him slightly cracked and started to pull down his track pants. Out plopped a nice plump seven-inch dick with some big low-hanging balls. He lifted his nutsack, and I could see he was wearing the same cock ring. He unzipped my trousers and fished out my dick. My cock does the job if it is only average. He smirked at me and whispered, "I can see why you’d like a little… enhancement." I chuckled as he unhooked my belt and shoved my pants and underwear down to my ankles. "The trick," he continued, "is to put it on before you get really hard." He slid the ring over my cock and then fished one and then the other nut through the opening. As soon as I had it on, he swiveled me around so I was facing the wall. He grabbed my hips so my ass was ripe for fucking. He spit on his plump dick and slapped it against my ass a few times. I wanted to feel that big dick opening me up, so I grabbed my cheeks and spread my ass wide. He worked three spit-slick fingers into me at the same time. I yowled, but let him keep going until that silky hardness of thick cock sunk into me. It had been so long since I had been fucked that I was super tight. He leaned over me and grunted into my ear "You like getting raw-fucked with that big cock?" I nodded and grunted back at him. He pounded me until he was close and then pulled out, plopping down on the bench and pulling me down, spearing my loosened hole. I bounced up and down until he grabbed my shoulders so my ass was a few inches above his balls and pistoned into me. "I don’t pull out until I cum. Hope you’re okay with that." "FUCK YES!" I shouted, as he picked him his pace, and slammed into me a few final times. I knew he had shot his load deeper into me that I had ever bred my boy. He lifted me off of his cock and had me clean it off. That juicy cock stayed hard thanks to the cock ring, and I licked off his seed and my tangy tinny ass juice. I wondered if he had ripped me up a little. He stood up and pulled his track pants back over that glorious cock and simply walked out. It looked like an anaconda in his pants as he sauntered out. I was still squatting on the filthy floor of the booth when I saw a cock come through the hole in the wall. I sucked it down my throat, less girth and shorter than the cashier's, but still impressive. I notice a spade sign tattooed onto his crotch just at the base of his cock. I kissed it. Once I got that cock slicked up, I turned around and back onto it, swallowing it into my cummy asshole. My unseen buddy held his balls against the hole and let me fuck myself onto it. I heard him grumble, "Gonna cum, dude. You want my load in your ass?" I didn’t answer, but kept bouncing up and down until I heard him squeal and pushed back as he bred my guts. I pulled off and swallowed his cock down to the root, licking our combined wetness and swallowing it. He pulled back and stuck his mouth against the hole. "Your cock, man. I wanna suck your cock." I obliged and stuck my straining dick through the hole. He gulped and slurped until I lost my load down his throat. He swallowed it all like a champ, lustily licking his lips and gurgling as he stood up. I had an idea, and grabbed one of my business cards out of my pocket and thrust it through the hole. He took it and laughed, "We’ll be in touch." I felt more horny than ever, and was still hard. I decided it was time to get home to my boy. On the way out, I slipped my card to the cashier as well. He asked if I wanted a repeat performance, and I replied "I’d love to watch you breed my boy." "You pimping his hole out? He cute?" I showed him pics on my phone of me and my boy, some clothed and some naughty, one of my raw cock in his hole alongside my fingers. "You think he’d like my big raw dick?" I nodded and he handed me his phone to enter my number. "I’ll be in touch," he commented as I headed towards the door. I drove home, feeling those two loads oozing out of my ass. When I got home, my boy was naked, ass up in the bed. I was still wearing the cock ring, and squeezed out some seed from my ass into my hand. I worked it up and down my plump shaft and slapped it against his ass. As I did so, I saw a glob of cum work its way out. "You been fucked?" He nodded, still face down. "Was he hung?" "Like a fucking horse," he moaned into the pillow. "And you let him breed you?" He nodded again. "He NEG?" I asked, already about to blow my load. He hesitated, so I made him answer by shoving my cummy cock into his freshly-bred hole. I asked again, "IS HE NEG?’" "I didn’t ask." He moaned as I fucked him, and then turned his head around, reaching for my cock. "You feel different. Thicker. Plumper." I pulled out to show him the cock ring, slapped his ass with my dick, and diving back in, rocking my hips against his ass, pile-driving his slutty hole. Then I told him what I’d been up to. "I just took two loads at the bookstore Didn’t ask if they were NEG either." "FUUUUUUCK," he groaned into the pillow as I added "I lubed your hole with their loads." "UM HMMMM," he groaned. "So you've got three loads in your ass, and you’re about to get your fourth!" With that I bred him as deeply as I could, although admittedly not as deeply as either of the guys who had bred me at the bookstore. I pulled out and flopped down on the bed next to him. "Did you really get fucked at the bookstore?" I nodded. "Shit. I just jerked off earlier and fingered my own load into my ass to be ready for you." I laughed, thinking he was joking, but then I realized he wasn’t kidding. He knew I wasn’t either when he reached back and fingered my ass, which was still juicy and leaking seed. He brought his cummy fingers to his lips and licked them. I was still hard and he grabbed my dick, pulled me up and onto my knees, shoving my face into the pillow. He ate my ass, gobbling up as much cum as he could before slamming his face against mine, as we kissed those loads back and forth. I reached for my phone to get a pic of our cummy satisfied slutty faces and saw that there was a text. It read: ROBBY HERE. THE CLERK. U WANT ANOTHER LOAD TONIGHT? HOW ABOUT UR BOY? I CAN BREED YOU BOTH. HOPE U DON’T MIND POZ CUM. I showed it to my boy, who grinned, and grabbed the phone. He texted our address back, followed up with: WE’RE READY NOW. CUM BREED US.
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Hi guys - this is an interactive post... I look forward to your feedback I don't know about you - but hotel rooms always make me horny. Partly because I love anonymous sex, but also because I always wonder about who else has stayed in the room - and what adventures they got into while they were here. Was it a couple (gay or straight)? And if so, did being in a strange room in a strange town make them more adventuresome? Or was it some guy on a business trip cheating on his wife/girlfriend/boyfriend/husband? What did they do? Suck, fuck, WS? - and where did they do it? (the bed, the shower, the window???) Did they play safe or go raw? And if raw, both neg? Both poz? Mixed? Were they honest about their status? I was thinking about this my last trip to NYC and thinking it would be hot if there was a website or App so when you checked into your hotel room, you could log in, and find out who and done what to who - and where in your room (and then of course fill in what you had done) It would be really hot if you could read about the same encounter - from both sides... the nervous married guy on a business trip - having sex with a guy for the first time since summer camp as a kid. And then maybe read about it from the hustlers perspective.... OR... maybe it was a guy wearing a wedding ring, posing as another nervous married guy "who doesn't do this very often"... but in fact is a poz stealthier? Who knows... maybe one of you out there is a techie and can create the app.... but until then, maybe some of you guys can help "beta test" the idea by posting some of your hotel adventures? The fields I was thinking the site would need were: Town Name of Hotel Room number Date (optional) Were you hosting or visiting Where/how did you meet (in person at a bar, online?) What did you do (more explicit the better of course) So how about it guys.... any of you want to try this out?
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Met a 30-something, muscular, hung, black top on vacation from the Marine base in SD. I was at the Temptation pool partybat the Luxor, where the bodies were hot and the drinks were cold. Spotted him dancing to the EDM pounding its beats and stirring libidos. Waded over to him, look him in the eyes, turned around, and pushed my luscious ass into his crotch. We danced for a bit, his hands eventually sliding across my stomach and into my speedos. I tugged my speedos down, exposing my ass and he opened up his shorts, pulling out his magnificent python. I trapped his shaft between my ass cheecks as we danced some more. Eventually his cock head was knocking at my hole. He wanted to fuck and I wanted him to fuck me. Minutes later we were in my room. Making out, his naked body on mines, I pulled out some Magnums and lube. I gave him an achingly slow blowjob and hit took all my will power to not gag on his powerful cock as he slid it down my throat and held it there for what felt like an eternity. After he became fully hard, he proceeded to massage his dick while lubimg my hole with two, then three fingers in me. He pulled himself up and spead my legs wide. He slowly pushed his massive cock in my hole. It hurt a bit, but I was pretty loose from the previous fucks the past couple of days. I put my hand on his hip and asked him to put a condom on first before we fuck. He slid it in even further and told me he wanted to feel my raw hole for a bit. He then pushed it in balls deep, slid it out half way, and slid it back in. I gasped in enjoyment and the thought of protected sex totally escaped my mind. He proceeded to fuck me, dominate me, use me. He called me a slut, a whore, his bitch, bending and tossing me in different positions. I ended up on top, riding him like a possessed, cock hungry, slut. His dick was buried deep in me, past my second ring in my sex hole, grinding away. He warned me that he was about to nut but I keep going. He uttered profanities and grunted. I felt his hot essence spreading deep in me. I was so hypnotized by his sex that I didn't care that he could me possibly be loading me up with poz cum. We fucked for several more hours. It was so good that he made me cum like a split-tailed bitch by working his immense dick on my p-spot. In all, he unloaded his plum sized balls in me at least five times. After his final orgasm, he stood up, dressed, and left without a word. Come to think of it, the name he gave me was probably false. I laid in bed, sore, my anus swollen and gaping, his cum leaking out of me like a cheap whore. A few months after returning from my vacation, I got my quarterly STI test, I'm (still) negative, but if I ever ran into Corporal "Dwayne", USMC again, told me he was poz, and wants to tear my hole up, my pants would drop in an instant.
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With all the warm weather in the UK as of late, I felt the urge to be a cumbucket, so one day at lunch time I headed off to the local cruising grounds, my hole lubed and ready for seed. I had decided to allow anyone and everyone to fuck me, as long as he went in raw. The first lad was in his mid 20s. I sucked his nice 6.5" cock hard, and then turned round, giving him full access. Without a word he pushed his raw cock into my hole and started pounding away. The second was a skinhead in his 40s who appeared while I was being used by the lad. The skinhead unzipped, presenting a lovely eight incher, and slid into my mouth. Meanwhile the younger guy was picking up pace and, with one final, hard thrust, dropped his load inside. Then he pulled-out and left without a word. The skinhead quickly turned me round and slid his raw cock in and started to pound; scarcely five minutes later he rammed a load balls-deep and abruptly left. Number three was a complete stranger as I never saw him. I remained in position, bent over holding onto a chain fence and within a minute a finger slid into my sloppy hole, to be followed by his good sized cock. I didn't allow myself to check him out, I simply allowed a complete stranger to use my cunt. And he did. After ten minutes of pounding, I heard a load groan and (apparently) he was finished. Number four. By this point there was clearly someone waiting as, no sooner had the third guy withdrawn from my hole, I was filled-up again by a monster of a cock. This time I knew I had to look, and in so doing recognized number four was a local muscle bi who would only fuck me if I had a cummy hole. This chap had no skill at fucking, he was just a rammer and from experience I knew he would cum super quick. And so it was. In less than a minute he unloaded, and puling-out, said 'Cheers' and walked off. Now, I was wearing only shorts so I pulled them up, even as the cum ran down my legs and went for a walk. Then I spotted number five: an older, well-dressed chap. We headed into deeper into the bushes and I found his jeans hid a handsome eight inch cock. Within seconds of me sucking him, he was fingering my sloppy hole, and it didn't take he long before he spun me round, rimmed me and slid his cock inside. Unlike number four, this guy was a good slow fuck and hit the spot with every stroke, essentially making me cum without the necessity of touching myself. After twenty minutes or so I was rewarded me with a gift. And then we parted ways. I decided to head home so I started back to the car. En route, however, I spotted a regular so I let him dump a load in my hole. All in all it was a great afternoon: the chance to be a complete slut in the fresh air!
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hey guys....37yo bi white masc TOP guy in Richmond, VA area, 5'9 165lbs avg/fit bod mod hairy, non-scene...8in cut cock, neg/std free, from here, recently moved back, def want to get out of richmond for a night for some wild raw fucking, or host a guy in a motel/hotel around here. Into watching hot raw fuck porn, making vids/pics, VERBAL DOM here, have some toys, up for bondage type stuff, roleplay (rape scenes or whatever), hot underwear and jockstraps, poppers for btm, don't usually but ok to party n play sometimes and does not keep me from getting hard, can be hard as a rock when pnp......into ws, pimping out a hot bottom.....pretty go with the flow guy here, richmond is cool but just need something/someone from out of town, running into all same guys down here, feeling frustrated and not turned on.....and I need to get all this cum out of my cock....usually can cum mult times......hit me up....would like to try to do this soon. sent me pvt msg i'll send you my email with pics. can take train or chinese bus to dc anytime, used to live there too, so familiar with getting around.......am a good house guest, too....respectful of space, i work full time and not trying to take anything/be rude, just want to hang/party and get wild and kinky.......hope something pans out... -
Hey guys, this is my first porn story, so I hope you like it. There's plenty more chem-fueled pigginess in later chapters if you guys are into it. It was the summer after I’d graduated from high school in Dallas, Texas in the early 2000s. I’d come out a couple of years earlier, lost my virginity, and became a bit of a rebel. The thing was, no matter how hard I tried, what crazy color I died my hair, how baggy my jeans were, or how much I sneered and skulked around, I always looked like a sweet, innocent little boy. I looked maybe 15, max, but even that was pushing it. My skin was lily white and covered in freckles. I had curly strawberry blonde hair that grew out to be a big bush on the top of my head, small mouth, and big expressive blue eyes. I stood about 5’9 with a bit of a belly and the remnants of man boobs from growing up as a fat kid. When it came to guys, I had very little confidence at all. But I was horny all the time. All. The. Time. And from reading stories about older guys seducing younger guys on nifty.org, I’d learned that putting things in my ass was a hell of a good time. I’d put any kind of household object up there, tooth brushes, a wooden flute, even a small shampoo bottle once. I’d read all these stories about kinky sex that I wanted to try, but was too scared to look for or really even understand. But I did manage to meet up with a few older dudes for fun, but they didn’t turn out as hot as my fantasies were. So a week after my 18th birthday, there was a death in the family. I wasn’t particularly close to this great aunt, but my family all wanted to go pay their respects. My grandmother decided to leave me behind to run her business where she was the only employee while she was gone, and that suited me just fine. They packed up the car, and I promised to take care of her office, flashing my boyish smile. All was good. On the second or third day of me manning the place, one of her long-time customers came in. His name was James. He was about 6’1 with a lanky frame and salt and pepper hair in his late 30s or so. He wasn’t the most handsome guy, but he’d always been extra nice. I basically grew up in that office, so I’d known him for at least 10 years at that point. And every time I saw him he’d make sure to give me a big hug and would tell me jokes in the squeaky, over-animated kind of voice he had, like an extra from Mr. Rogers or something, but he always made me laugh. That day, I guess he’d been out riding his bike, because he was covered in blue lycra with a nice sized bulge in the crotch that I tried really hard not to look at for too long. I’d never noticed that James had so much going on between his legs before. “Hey, kiddo, how you doing? Where’s your grandma?” “Hiya, Mr. James!” I exclaimed. I called nearly everyone Mr. So-and-so in those days. I told him where she’d gone, but that I’d be happy to help him any way I could. He got this dark, mischievous grin for a second and said, “Oh, gosh, that’s right, isn’t it. I guess I must have forgotten! I’m so silly sometimes.” “You are silly without a doubt, Mr. James.” His voice was like a cartoon character. It was fun to have banter like we did when I was a kid, but I was clearly a grown man at this point. Mr. James seemed to have other ideas. I bristled a bit, but I was determined to prove that I was all grown up now. He demanded a hug, like always, so I got up from behind the desk and gave him one. I tried to be firm and manly to show him just how mature I was at that point, but when he wrapped his arms around me I felt this jolt go through me I’d never felt before. His grip was so soft and comforting. I felt so safe and secure there in his arms. The smell of his sweat and the lycra made my head spin. My breath was a little heavier than I would have liked, but he didn’t seem to want to let go. The hug went on a little longer than it probably should have, but then we settled back into our chairs and struck up a conversation. He was sitting right across from me with his legs spread in typical man stance. I could see the clear outline of his bulge in those blue lycra shorts, and it was making me hot as hell. The conversation was boring small talk, but he kept opening and closing his legs. And every time he did I couldn’t help but look down to watch his bulge shift and flex, and could almost see the outline of his cockhead resting just to the left of his balls. He pretended not to notice and kept the conversation going. But I just couldn’t stop looking at his package, and his dick, it just seemed to keep growing. I started to get a bit nervous, but it didn’t stop me from looking. I found myself just staring openly at the lump moving down his thigh, and the conversation trailed off. I looked up at him all sheepish for a second at having gotten caught, but he just chuckled his goofy little laugh and smiled encouragingly at me. But I was too dumbfounded to move. He looked down at his crotch and back up at me with a look of fake surprise, like he’d pulled a quarter from behind my ear and just discovered it. “Hey, hey! Look at that!” he said. Slowly he reached down, grabbed his cock, and waggled it at me with a playful little smirk. I was frozen in place, mesmerized. “So how long have you been into guys,” he asked the question so casually, but my heat leapt into my throat. “Um…a few years now,” I stammered. “A few years, huh? Well it sounds like you got started early.” “Yeah,” I said, laughing a little. “Have you been with a boy yet?” “Um…well, I lost my virginity at 15. He was 48, though, so not really a boy. And I wouldn’t say I’ve had good sex yet.” “Oh I see. That’s my precocious boy. Exploring what he wants before anyone expected. Have you ever been to a bathhouse?” “No,” I muttered, “I just turned 18 last week.” “Aw,” he said, with a little bit of disappointment, but he gave me this wolfish smile. I couldn’t believe I was being so honest with him. Something about him just made me feel like I could trust him. “Hey, kiddo, have I told you how handsome you’ve gotten?” I just blushed, not sure of what to say. “I mean you’ve always been a very cute little boy, but now you’re beautiful. Has anyone ever told you that?” They hadn’t, and it showed. I couldn’t help but beam at him, and his cock twitched. I flicked my gaze down and saw that his bulge had grown even larger. A wet spot had formed at the tip. My small mouth opened in surprise. James watched me and his goofy smile disappeared. He got serious and quiet. Suddenly he wasn’t the same old silly Mr. James I’d known all these years. There was this darkness to him I’ never seen before. Like he’d been planning to get me into a spot just like this all along, and I thought briefly about what I was getting myself into. “Let’s try something fun,” he said quietly. He got up, his cock now obscenely stretched against his hip. I could see every vein and the thick ridge of his cockhead. Methodically he strutted around the office, closing all of the blinds, his dick wobbling back and forth under the lycra, and I marveled at his transformation, how masculine he seemed, how in charge. I stumbled up from the desk and followed his lead, shutting the door and locking it. He turned to look at me with this sense of purpose in his eyes, like whatever he was about to do to me was inevitable, and I got scared. He checked himself immediately and the goofy smile came back as he flexed his cock. The wet spot got bigger. He spread his arms and did this funny little duck walk over to me that made his dick bob up and down with every lurching step. I couldn’t help but laugh and was immediately put at ease. He’d spent years perfecting the art of cheering me up. It worked every time. He came in for another big hug, his man-sized frame enfolding mine. I could feel his cock throbbing against my stomach. “Hey, kiddo,” he said as his hands slid down to hold my plump ass through my jeans. “How you doing?” “Good,” I stuttered. I was shaking like a leaf. “Goooooood,” he said in soothing tones and moved my hand onto his throbbing cock. It felt firm and full in my hand and I gave it a few little squeezes. He moaned and brought me in for a kiss, my neck straining back to accommodate his height. I felt his tongue pressing against my teeth, which was new for me. Wanting to show him just how much I’d grown up though, I just went with it. His big wet tongue invaded my mouth and explored every nook and cranny. I gagged a bit when he reached the back of my throat, but he just petted the back of my head and held me in place. Soon I was sucking on his tongue like there was no tomorrow. He pried me away and kissed down my cheek to my neck. I let out a little gasp and my whole body went rigid. It was the most amazing thing I’d felt up to this point in my life. And when he began to gently suck and lick, I couldn’t help but moan. Immediately he pulled back and laughed. Putting one of his big, hairy hands gently over my mouth. “I love your pretty little moans, kiddo, but you’ve gotta keep it quiet right now, understand?” I nodded. “Why don’t we go into the back for a while?” he said. And I hastily grabbed his hand and led him back to the little hallway where we had a tiny kitchen to the left, and the bathroom and a big pile of bird seed sacks to the right. He pushed me up against the sink and kissed ravenously. He unbuckled my jeans and they fell to the ground. My cock was harder than it had ever been in my whole life as he squatted down, took off his classes, and yanked down my briefs. My 6 inches of uncut boymeat bounced into the open and, without missing a beat, Mr. James swallowed up my entire cock in his mouth and started slurping away. If what I felt before was good, this was at least a thousand times better, and I bit my lip to keep from moaning. He reached up with his long, hairy arm and clamped his hand over my mouth while he mercilessly milked my dick for every bit of pleasure it could get. I got real close to cumming, I was right on the edge, but he pulled away as quick as he had started. He stood up and tugged me to him forcefully, spitting on his fingers and going in for another deep kiss. His fingers found my pink little boy hole and began gently circling, teasing, as he fucked my mouth with his tongue. His touch was electric on my hole and I moaned into his mouth, thrusting my hips against him. Firmly but gingerly he teased around the outside of my hole, getting each and every one of those nerve endings tickling. Then he pulled back his hands and his kiss and unzipped a pocket in his riding vest that looked to have a little sandwich baggy inside. He put two fingers deeply into his mouth, coating them thickly with spit and rummaged around in the sandwich baggy, covering them in white powder. “What’s that,” I whispered in a scared voice. “Just some special lube to help get you opened up.” ‘B-but it’s powder,” I stammered. “Don’t worry, it mixes with the spit once it’s in your hole, and then you'll start to feel really good.” And with that he shoved his finger inside me. I tried to cry out, but he planted his lips over mine as he wormed his way deeper inside me, stretching out my ring and making himself known to my tender insides. The finger burned like fire, and I tried to pull away, but he had me where he wanted me. My hole winked around his finger with the struggle and he slipped the other finger in and I gasped. My heart started beating faster in my chest, my hole started to loosen, and my horniness got ramped up more than I thought was possible. After a minute his fingers felt like magic inside me, and I unreservedly thrust my cock between his lycra clad thighs. I became acutely aware of his cock throbbing against my stomach and rubbed myself against him. “Hey kiddo, that’s my boy,” he murmured as he stretched out my hole. “That’s it.” All I could think about was how much I wanted his cock inside me. I needed it. I didn’t really like bottoming that much with actual guys, really, but I had to have his cock, and I had to have it right then. I grabbed his cock and gave it a desperate little tug. He laughed and asked if I was having a good time. “Yes, Mr. James.” I said, unintentionally mimicking the cadence I used when I was little. “Oh, good boy,” he said, his cartoony chuckle coming back. “I like that you still call me that. Now do you know what comes next, son?” “No, sir,” I said, but I really, really hoped. “Oh-ho I think you know,” he said, and twisted his fingers even deeper inside me I moaned and he withdrew his fingers. I felt so empty and scared it might be ending. “Why don’t you go get on that stack of bird seed bags, kiddo, and stick out your cute little but for me.” I giggled, and did what he asked. Once I was on all fours on the bird seed, I stuck out my ass and gave it a little shake, and Mr. James let out a low moan. I heard him spit on his hand and felt him move in behind me. He put up one leg on the birdseed next to me and soon I felt the wet tip of his cock moving up and down my crack. My whole body tensed and I stammered out, “D-d-d-do you have a condom?” “Uh-oh!” he said in a sing songy voice and kept rubbing his cock along the crack of my ass sending vibrations through my entire body. My hole was begging for his cock. “I’m fresh out of rubbers, little buddy. Do you want me to stop?” he said, swirling his hips and making my hole twitch and buck. I didn’t answer. “Because I sure will if you want me to, kiddo. Do you want me to?” Still I didn’t answer. “Huh?” he asked, poking at my hole with the head of his cock. “Huh?” he asked going deeper. “I mean…” I trailed off. He broke through the seal of my hole and sunk in deep. All seven inches of his thick cock were buried in me to the hilt, and I could feel his heartbeat through his cock in my stretched out ring. He smoothed his hands around the small of my back and leaned down to give me a kiss right between the shoulders, and I relaxed and let out a big breath. This was Mr. James, after all. He wouldn’t hurt me. “Mmmm, it seems like you might like that, I don’t know if you want me to stop, do you? Gently he made little circles in my hole with his fat cock, loosening me up. My hole burned, but it also felt better than any cock I’d ever experienced. I let out a little yelp of pleasure. “Hmmm, what was that? Did you want me to stop?” he asked, thrusting his hips in even deeper, giving me short little strokes as he ground around inside me. “Do you? Do you want me to stop?” The thrusts grew longer, and I couldn’t keep quiet anymore. “I want to hear an answer from you, little buddy, do you want me to stop, or do you want me to pound your fucking pussy?” I let out a cry of joy, pushing back on him. Trying to get more of this dick that was bringing me into a whole new world of pleasure. “That’s not good enough, kiddo. I said I wanted a fucking answer,” he said and he maneuvered himself so both his feet were on the bird seed bag, it bulged with our combined weight. He sunk his cock in as deep as it would go and leaned over to whisper in my ears. “Now, I want you to think about this and give me an answer like a good boy, okay? Can you do that for me?”. I nodded. “Now,” he said, grinding his cock in swirls, rubbing his leaking cock head against the walls of my ass. “Do you want me to stop? Or do you want me to pound. That. Pussy!” And with those last three words he would pull all the way out and slam right back in. A sound ripped from my throat. “Yes! Yes, please don’t stop!” “Stop what?” he said, back to the slow grind. “Please don’t stop p-p-p-pounding my—please don’t stop pounding my pussy,” I said, unintentionally slipping back into that little boy cadence. He groaned a deep throated groan and softly petted the back of my head. He leaned in close and licked my ear. “Then get ready.” What came next was an unrelenting assault on my hole. He fucked me deep and he fucked me hard, and he didn’t stop. He wrapped a hand over my mouth and pulled my head back so my whole back arched up, exposing my plump, lily white ass for the taking as he thrust in deep over and over. I freaked a bit and tried to buck him off, but he just held me still until I gave in to the onslaught of his cock. His breathing got faster, and his thrusts got more ragged as my hole squeezed at his thickness. “Unnnnh, little buddy, I’m gonna give you my load.” I struggled when he said this. I’d never taken a load before, and I was terrified. I always used condoms. Always. But he had me in a firm grip. His pounding kept going and going and going and I couldn’t stop the waves of pleasure he was forcing through every cell in my body. He let out a strangled cry, thrust in as far as he could go, and I felt his cock spasm over and over again. Wetness spread deep inside me, and my dick instantly got steel hard again. As he collapsed on top of me, the lycra of his riding fest sticking to my back, cock still lodged inside of me, I started to panic. Just like he always did, though, Mr. James calmed me down and we curled up together on the bags of birdseed, spoon style as he gently thrust in, rubbing his cum into the walls of my hole. With the intensity of the moment, I started to sniffle a bit, but he held me tight. “Hey, hey, kiddo. There’s no need to cry. Was that your first load?” “Yeah…” I said quietly. “Well then that was a big step you just took. I’m proud of you, little buddy. Good work. Did it feel good?” he asked as he spread his man cum around my tender insides. “Yeah…” I muttered. “Well then who gives a hot damn, is what I say. You’ve gotta embrace that inner pig I just saw, and I’d love to show you how. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Here, why don’t we get cleaned up, kiddo.” With that we got up and got our pants back on. Mr. James pulled me in for a big hug and rubbed my back in big circles. “That was a lot of fun today, but there’s so much more I want to show you. Here’s my number in case you ever want to try going to one of those bathhouses we were talking about.” I took the slip of paper he handed to me, and gave him one more hug for the road. “Thank you, Mr. James. That was a lot of fun.” “Anytime, partner,” he said, as he walked toward the office door. “Hey, have you ever tried ecstasy,” he asked? “No, but I’ve always wanted to,” I replied. He grinned that goofy grin. “Well, then, until next time."
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I'm in the Spokane area and new to this website. I'm not even sure I am posting in the correct area. I am looking for a kinky verbal top master who would feed me his piss, spit in my mouth, have me service his feet and ass, smell his dirty underwear/ socks... And really own my holes and claim them as his property!!
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In Melbourne and can host. Keen to be breed with toxic cum and have your DNA deep in me. Let me know if your interested.
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Need help with ID on this scene, what movie does it come from as I would love to see the full movie! Thanks! http://txloadhunter.tumblr.com/post/141973346469
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This isn't my last load taken, but it was one of my most memorable. While I was fucking around a fair bit, I'm pretty sure this is the night I was pozzed. About three years ago, one evening I was horny and had been drinking/smoking pot, browsing my usual haunts (A4A, Squirt, bbrt). A couple hit me up on bbrt, said they were undetectable. The message was just their phone number and saying how much the two of them wanted to breed me. I'm not usually this brave, but I texted them right away. Wasn't long before they showed up at my basement apartment. One shorter, stockier guy and one taller, more average dude. Don't know their names, don't care. I'll call them Stocky and Tall. Soon as they got inside, I was on my knees fishing out their cocks. Tall had an average cock, cut, about 6". Stocky was about the same length, but HOLY FUCK was he thick. I couldn't get my hand all the way around him. I was already naked; they started stripping while I switched between their cocks, slurping up their precum. They started shoving poppers under my nose, getting me flying, and it wasn't long before they were tag-teaming my hole. I almost always had one cock in my mouth and another in my ass. Tall was amazed that Stocky was able to get his cock deep inside me, but I took it no problem. They were hot take-control type tops. They kept feeding me poppers, repositioning me while I took their cocks. When Tall was getting close to cumming in my hole, he got Stocky to give me a long hit of poppers, then said, "Do you want it?" I was flying so high I just moaned. He pulled out and demanded I say "yes". I begged for it. He shoved back in and shot deep inside after a few more strokes. It squirted out and ran down my balls when he pulled out and I turned around to take Stocky's hot cock. With the poppers and the cum, he slid in easily, pounding me harder than ever for another few minutes before his big load joined Tall's. I don't often cum while being fucked, but they left me feeling very, very satisfied. Got the fuck flu a few weeks later and found out I was poz about six months after. I still jerk off thinking about that night. The pair of them vanished from BBRT after that, which was a little disappointing. I want a repeat!
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On the first somewhat hot day I went outside to a famous cruising area. During the first hour I had no success as I was approached only by guys to whom I was not attracted. At some point I went to my car for a drink and en route noticed a hot black guy walking around. He texted me on grindr (lol) I told him I'd be right back. En route to the car, I was distracted as I sucked a dude to completion. Then I went back to the black guy. We talked a bit and then I sucked him off, swallowing his cum. This meant I got two loads in all of ten minutes!. We talked some more and he commented he wanted to know how slutty I was,, given I had swallowed his cum, so when he got hard again I sucked more. A friend of his joined us, and ended up fucking me while the black guy's dick was in my mouth. The fucker came in my ass and the black dude shot his second load in my mouth. We talked some more and decided he should fuck me next time. As it turned out, he worked quite lose to my place so that should be soon. We said our goodbyes and I walked to my car where I noticed a couple checking me out. They wanted to get sucked, so down on my knees I went. The hunger one also fucked me. Both ended up shooting in my mouth and I swallowed both loads. Then I decided to call it quits. However another dude had seen me and wanted my dick, ass and mouth. I fucked him. He fucked me. And we sucked each other. He shot in my mouth. I was a bit disappointed he hadn't cum in my ass, but all in all, I 'had' six guys, two threesomes, and three dicks in my ass, one load in the ass and had swallowed six loads. Gonna be a hot summer!
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Want guys to knock me up and convert me to the poz whore I really am. Don't care what sti's you have... I want them. Especially HIV and aids cock. Available Tuesday onwards. Love public and would love to be filmed
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Where Fairy-Tails Come True: The moon hung low and full over the western Maryland countryside and the last vestiges of winter snow still struggled to hold on in the shadows of the forest’s sentinels. I might have stopped to relish that all if I were still a man – well at least that moment anyways – but as I ran with my pack the only things racing through my mind was the scent of the my former frat brother and the overpowering musk being released all around me as a dozen other dicks stiffened, drooled, and marked our trail. Once upon a time I was just a naïve freshman attending American University (AU) in Washington, DC. I had an idyllic life. Mom, dad, pain in the ass kid sister, trophies and accolades, and not a worry in the world. Well, that’s not totally true. I did have one worry, a really big one. I liked dick. I couldn’t help it. I had tried, but I couldn’t stop sucking on any dick I could find or bending over and taking it up the ass. Mall bathrooms, club stairwells, my neighbor’s barn with the lawn guy – didn’t matter, I needed raw dick and cum. Any dick was good, but big, tough, masculine daddy dick was the best! My parents had even sent me to one of those rehab places, but nothing worked, so my father resigned himself to my ‘secret’ urges and even started me on PREP and I agreed to try to keep it all private. Fuck! It was harder than you think and I was always fucking horny and doing the whole ‘dinner and a date’ thing was just not my speed. I was a clean cut, all American jock who liked it dirty, sleazy, and to the right of pig especially from those top pigs were POZ. Being neg and chasing AIDs dick was so fucking hot and every time I thought about a POZ top sperming me up with a toxic load I had to jack off. AU was my dad’s alma mater and he was one of their biggest donors, I felt like I had eyes on me 24/7. I was so paranoid I even paid another freshman for his iPad, and set up a fake account so I could troll online to try to find some nasty daddy dick. I guess DC has a pretty active online sex scene compared to some places, but fuck I had a hell of time finding daddy dick willing to give me POZ cum. It was not an age thing, but the look, the masculinity, the self-assurance, their need to fuck and give me their cum no matter what and I was happy to oblige! Lucky for me I’m also a tech wiz and the darkweb – the deep underbelly of the internet – was like a second home to me and it did not take me long to find a few kinky dad types who were willing to breed me on the regular in their office, the Macy’s bathroom, or their family room while their wife was upstairs sleeping. No names, no chatting, no pretending it was anything more than my raw ass taking their raw dick – no questions asked. A couple of them I saw more than once, but most were cum and go and I had to keep trolling to satisfy my urges and need – that is until I met Clifton. I had started during the summer term and had been on campus for about 6-weeks the first afternoon I went to meet Clifton. He worked as the Super, or head maintenance man in one of the big old fancy, residence buildings up in Kalorama. I hopped out of the taxi, walked around to the back and to a service entrance door nestled in the gray granite stones of the foundation. Clifton had the door propped open and was standing in the small stairwell with his right foot up on the second step as he leaned onto his right leg, taking a smoke break. I stopped at the top of the steps, Clifton smiled, stood up, dropped his cigarette onto the bottom step and put it out while I looked him over in his sexy gray uniform and thought he looked fucking hot as hell. Here was a real daddy for sure! He then stepped back against the open door as I came down the few steps and started to enter the basement. Clinton’s sweaty, hairy arm shot out, blocking the door. I looked up into his face – he was a good deal taller than me and thickly built, with wavy, greasy, long black hair slicked behind his ears, bushy eyebrows, a thick mustache and beard, hairy arms, and the bluest eyes I had ever seen. I stared into those azure depths and couldn’t wait to taste what he had hidden. Clifton then casually leaned forward, his head on one side, his arm on the other, me in between and he took two, long, deep sniffs of me. Weird right? But at the moment I really didn’t think anything of it, as I was anxious to get my daily dose of dick. Clifton pulled back, his nostrils flared, his eyes closed, as he now inhaled slow, deep, and steady. Now I thought what? Do my pits stink? “Come in back, I think I got just what you need,” Clifton said as he dropped his arm and locked the basement door behind us. I had to quick step to keep up with his long strides and a few turns down a couple dimly lit basement hallways he unlocked another door and led me into what looked like a monk’s cell. A small twin-size bed, a metal locker, a wood chair by a small table with a laptop sitting open, a mini-kitchen that looked like it came out of an RV was all there was and it was spotless. Nothing was lying around, not piece of clothing, there were no pictures, not even an ashtray. I chuckled, “Man, you live light. Is this where you live really? Being the Super and all figured you’d have something a bit, wel….” Clifton was laying his pressed uniform over the back of the chair and all other thoughts vanished as I took in his big daddy body and dark fur that seemed to cover his chest, torso, back, and legs. Even his ass was a bit hairy and waves of man musk came off him like a thunderstorm rolling down the Potomac. “You going to just talk or suck my AIDs dick?” Clifton asked. Those were the magic words. I scurried over and dropped to my knees but my new daddy stopped me, “Take that shit off first. I want to see what I’m working with.” I stood back up, stumbled and fumbled as I took my shorts and t-shirt off and then puffed out my chest for my final inspection. Clifton circled me two, then three times, each time pausing along his journey to lean in and SNIFF me. The final circle he let out a little grunt and growl, pushed me to the floor and hefted his big dick up for me to see his monster balls. “Lick them clean,” Clifton ordered. His balls were huge, perfectly formed eggs and his sack was covered in the same, thick black hair as the rest of him. I eagerly went to town, slurping, licking, tasting his salty man funk with the occasional pause to pull a hair or two out of my teeth. When he was satisfied, the furry daddy pushed my head away and said, “Open that mouth.” I did, my neck craned, my eyes closed as he spit onto my face, in my mouth, his mouth juice dribbling down my chin. He then tilted my head forward a bit and stuffed it with his ripe dick until I was gagging like the hungry slut I was. “SWALLOW THAT AIDS DICK. YOU SAID YOU KNEW HOW TO DEEP THROAT A MAN’S DICK. I’M NOT SURE I BELIEVE YOU YET. YOU NEED TO LET GO. RELAX. LET ME DO THE WORK. YOU BETTER SUBMIT RIGHT OR WE DONE. I TOLD YOU – IF I CAN’T USE YOU LIKE I WANT AND HOW YOU SHOULD BE USED IT’S NOT HAPPENING. HOW HUNGRY ARE YOU PUP? SHOW ME HOW HUNGRY THAT MAN HOLE IS FOR MY POZ CUM. THAT’S RIGHT. GOOD. SLOBBER MY DICK UP. NOW TAKE A DEEP BREATH IF YOU NEED TO BECAUSE IT’S TIME TO BREAK THAT NECK AND FORCE FEED YOU,” Clifton warned. I had spit running down my chin and my tongue and jaws hurt already, but this was the best dick I had ever tasted! It was a good 9-inches and super thick, perfectly round, with the longest foreskin ever and cheesy underbelly! The shaft was also hairier than I thought possible, but I didn’t care. All I knew is that I wanted it up my ass – and soon! Daddy growled, “THERE YOU GO. THAT’S IT. GAG ON THAT FUCKER. SWALLOW IT ALL PUP – RIGHT THE FUCK NOW – SWALLOW – AHH!” Clifton grabbed both sides of my head, angled it a little to the left and slammed hard and fast into my throat. He was right. My gag relax broke and a few strokes later he was unleashing a flow of thick, daddy cum down my throat and into my stomach and as the first gobs hit, my entire abdomen got warm, my body tingled, I shivered, and had what felt like an organism without cumming. I breathed deep to catch my breath as Clifton stepped back, looked at me, tilted his head, looked at me again, SNIFFED, squinted with an unspoken question, shrugged, then said, “NOW FOR THAT PRIME ASS. STAND UP AND BEND FORWARD, I ALWAYS EAT WHAT I FUCK AND BREED – BEFORE AND AFTER.” I was panting like I had just run a mile in a minute as this daddy lapped, slurped, nipped, and tongue fucked my ass. HOLY SHIT that felt good and I was a blabbering idiot begging for his dick. Clearly having done this move plenty of times before, Clifton pulled his face out of my ass, stood to his full height, planted his feet firm, grabbed my hips, and slammed his hard dick into my spit-slicked hole. Fuck I loved it! That’s the way a man should fuck. “FUCK ME HARDER DADDY. HARDER, PLEASE YES, FUCK MY ASS, FUCK ME – PULL IT ALL THE WAY OUT AND SLAM BACK IN. I NEED THAT AIDS CUM DADDY – PLEASE DADDY!” I begged and pleaded and whined and moaned. Clifton just laughed without letting up and, “TIGHT PUP HOLE RIGHT THERE. FUCK YEAH – GOING TO KNOCK YOU UP FUCKING CHASER – GOT ANOTHER LOAD FOR YOU COMING YOUR WAY - RIP THAT ASS UP AND FEED YOU THIS AIDS NUTT. HERE IT FUCKING COMES – LOAD NUMBER TWO FOR THAT BOY HOLE – THAT BOY HOLE GOING TO GET BRED LIKE PUSSY – DADDY’S GOOD PUSSY – CUMMING UP YOUR HOLE – CUMMING IN YOU – FUCK YEAH – HERE IT GOES – GGGGRRRRR – GGGGRRRRR – GGG….” The hairy daddy’s cum made my ass feel on fire! Spurt after spurt of it got planted deeper and deeper with every thrust and my body shook and spasmed even more. Clifton let go of me, knelt behind me, “Push it out, open those ass lips, let me taste it.” I did as he asked and his rough tongue licked my hole clean. When he was finished he stood up, his beard wet with my ass, and smiled, his azure eyes were lit with dark fire, and by his still hard dick I could see his need was still burning too. I dropped to my hands and knees and turned and asked, “Can you scoop some out for me to taste this time?” Daddy chuckled, “You nasty chaser slut,” then dropped his hairy dick into my wet hole and about 10 minutes later fucked another load up there and this time he shred what he ate after. For the next several weeks I balanced school, my new frat responsibilities, and serving my hairy daddy. Before I left that first day he had said he wanted to fuck me every day and this was a test to see how submissive I could be, if I obeyed, and how well I could take dick. No excuses and the first time I made an excuse about why I could not come serve him, that was it. Well, it wasn’t easy as he never fucked me on a schedule. Sometimes I had barely got back to my dorm before he would text me and tell me to be back at his place at 5:00 a.m. the next morning, or the middle of the day, or late at night and then be back there 3-hours later. I had to skip a few classes and make excuses for missing some other things and find ways to make it all up, all the while taking his hairy dick and hot cum. The second time I visited he scratched my hole up good, dry fucked me, rough and hard and my ass hurt and throbbed, but I took it. I knew this was a test and I was damn sure going to pass. Two weeks in I had no gag reflex left and Clifton could slam his hairy dick balls deep without having to hold my head. He was so proud of me! That moment, that moment of feeling someone else’s pride in me was totally knew as my own parents had never felt like that no matter what I had done. Clifton continued to find new, rougher, wilder ways to give me his hot cum. We fucked in an empty condo in his building, we fucked outside at night on the lawn, we fucked in a park in downtown DC, and I was constantly checking my phone for the text to tell me the next when and where. I was hooked and ready for any challenge. About five weeks in was my first ‘big’ surprise. Clifton met me at the door, led me back to his room, and there at his small table gorging away on some food from 7-11 was a bum. Homeless, dirty, smelly, bum. His clothes were ragged, his toes showed through his old sneakers, his hair was matted and patchy and he looked so skinny and sickly like the AIDs bug had feasted on his flesh and he had just climbed out of the grave. He stood up, wiped his dirty hands on his clothes and Clifton said, “Suck his dick then he’s going to fuck you raw and breed that pup ass.” I was willing to do anything to please my hairy daddy and without hesitation I stripped, walked over to the homeless guy, got on my knees, worked his dick out, sucked the crust and dirt off, spit it up, then leaned on the table as he raw fucked me with a super thick 10-incher. I focused on giving him the fuck of his life, and was confidant that it had, but kept thinking, “What is it about these guys and sniffing/huffing me?” When the homeless guy blew his cum into me I got the same, weird intense orgasmic feeling through my whole body like I did with Clifton. When he finished, I looked at Clifton who was beaming with pride again! Six weeks in was my next test. This time Clifton texted me a hotel address and room number that was not far from the White House. I got to the room and was greeted by a big black man wearing a white, hotel bathrobe. He let me in, I looked around for Clifton and when the bathroom door in the suite opened I was expecting it would be him. It was not. It was another black guy, almost a mirror image of the first. Both tall, well built, fairly hairy which in my experience I thought was a bit unusual. The one in the robe dropped it to the floor and started stroking a big 11-inch dick. The one who came out of the bathroom started spanking his. I knew what I was there for and quickly got naked and immediately was nailed at both ends. Not a word was said – or needed to be – as these two men used me for their ultimate pleasure and I did everything I could to make sure they were satisfied and let them fill me with their raw dicks deep and hard, over and over. I never said the words ‘AIDs’, nor did they, but knowing Clifton and him knowing what I wanted, I would have bet money they were POZ too and I secretly thanked him for every charged load they gave me. Same as with the homeless guy, they both sniffed and huffed while in me, growled and scratched a bit, and were even rougher than Clifton had ever been. I took it all and each time one of them came inside me, the same weird orgasmic feeling would shockwave through my body. I had never experienced a thing like that before Clifton and did not understand at the time what it meant for my future. I ended up staying the entire night with them and part way through, the two guys had me squat over a glass and push their nutt out. It took me a second to relax, but when it came, it flowed, and I gasped as the glass was literally half full of thick, milky sperm. They both laughed, and the first one I had met said, “Alright, pull those legs up, time to fill you up so that glass is brimming.” Several loads and hours later I was sitting in a taxi gently holding the now filled glass in a paper bag trying to make sure none of it spilled. My entire body felt like I had ants on the inside of my skin and they were all making little camp fires. It was like a deep fever – so fucking weird. I got to Clifton’s, he beamed with pride as he took the glass of black cum and ass juice, then handed it to me. Without saying a word I knew what he wanted and started to sip, then gulp, then guzzled it down. It was like raw egg, sliding down and coating my throat, my stomach. It smelled of 10-day-old meat, man musk, and had taken on a tinge in color, but tasted fucking fabulous and I needed every drop. I anxiously ran my fingers around the glass to get what was left as Clifton took the glass back, set it down, bent me over and slam fucked me hard as he could. Once he had bred me, Clifton took me over to his bed, had me sit, then handed me a piece of paper, “I know your fall break is coming up. You’ve done a great job pup and I believe that….well no matter what I believe, it’s time to find out for sure. Here. I need you to go on a little trip, up to my home town. The first set of directions are for the cabin where you’ll be staying for the week. The next is for a local bar there. I want you to get there by 5:00 p.m., sit at the bar and drink as much as you want until 6:00. At 6:00, I want you to tell the bartender ‘Nanna is rising’, then get up, go into the men’s room and wait. You will spend the evening in there sucking every dick and being fucked by every man who walks in. The bartender will keep your drinks coming but you don’t leave that bathroom until closing time understand?” I tried to ask Clifton some questions, but he just shook his head, handed me the paper, and pointed to the door. I didn’t understand this at all, but knew it was a test of some kind, and like all the other tests my hairy daddy had given me I would pass this one too and on the taxi ride back to the dorm began fantasizing what the men were like in Clifton’s home town and wondering if they were all like him. Now I know and my life has changed forever. Stay tuned for Chapter 2 – Toxic Lycan Nutt
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Hi BBreeder, The very well-known European MUSCLE-GUY EXTREMECUMHOLE is in May 2016 the first time in Montreal to do what he is really born for: to get fucked and get MASSIVE loaded with cum over and over a whole week * *** NO refusing of ANY raw dick! ***** My insatiable hole will be ready EVERY DAY my hotel, close to the village, anytime for ANY guys who want to fuck and unload in my ass (absolutely NO pulling out!!!) **** Any (legal) ages, bodytypes, races accepted but only guys who wanna fuck and fill my cum addicted muscle-butt, no other bottoms!!! BLACKS and LATINS ARE MORE THEN JUST WELCOME!!! **** Not into parTy but alcohol and Poppers are great**** Take the chance and add your DNA into this Muscle-Ass too/again!! -
I'm hoping his profile was a lie... He messaged me on Adam4Adam with a headless torso pic and his profile said he was undetectable. He asked if I was horny. I told him I was and after he asked what I was going to do about it, I told him I'd love to sit on a hot dick and make it cum. Then he unlocked his private picture. It was his dick and FUCK it was huge. He said it was 8" but it looked bigger. Also looked as big as a beer can with a head to match. It was a true black mamba poking out of the bush. I had to have it. I teased him a bit about wanting a guy to coat my hole in cum, make me beg for it, and tell me it'd change my life forever. (The people where I live don't look favorably at bug-chasing so I had to be a bit discreet about it). He agreed, so I gave him my address and after I buzzed him through the gate, I took two huge hits of poppers. By the time he got out of the car, my heart was hammering. As he came to the door, I saw his face for the first time and thought FUCK!!!! I want his babies inside me! I immediately led him to the bedroom and took off my shirt and boxers. After he did the same, I touched his big dick for the first time and had to suck it. I could only get two inches in my mouth since it was so wide, but it got him rock-hard and ready to fuck me. I usually wanna take control and ride till I am good and loose, but this time, I jumped on the bed face down, ass up. I felt him get on the bed and spread my legs farther apart and slide his dick between my asscheeks. I usually want rimming or riding a guy first, but I wanted this dick to tear me up. I felt him cautiously center on my hole and I let out a guttural moan as he started to slide in. He took a few baby strokes in & out and I moaned again, took another huge hit of poppers, and backed up on his dick. He immediately started going faster. Now in a popper-induced haze, I moaned "fuck meeeeeeeeee" and I felt his dick go even deeper inside me. I was in slut heaven and it didn't hurt too bad! He pulled me up onto all fours and I immediately backed up on his dick all the way and felt an intense burning pain in my hole. I moaned and kept fucking my hole on his dick trying to get as much of that black stud inside me as I could and hoping his dick was ripping my hole open. He started pounding me in earnest and his dick managed to make my hole explode in fiery pain. I collapsed on my stomach and he somehow managed to ride down with me. It really felt like he meant to force me on my stomach with his dick. He started moaning in earnest and started jack-rabbiting. After a minute, he slowed down and I asked if he'd cum, to which he told me he had. I went into slut overdrive at that point wanting more of his seed inside me. He happily obliged. After Round 2, he kept going. More hits of poppers made me loose all inhibitions and as he was about to shoot Round 3 inside me, I begged him to seed my hole, to fuck me with his poz dick, to shoot his toxic load in my hole and to infect and convert me. He loved that and started growling in my ear as he shot, obliging my request to receive his DNA and for our lives to be forever intertwined through his cum and my bloody hole. He kept going and I kept riding that dick for all I was worth. Round 4 came sooner than I'd liked and I kept riding for all I was worth. It felt like he came for a minute inside me and yelled the whole time. Sadly, four was all he could do. I immediately put my buttplug in to save his cum and keep it inside me. He told me that while he was going out of town, he'd be back. I told him we might have to do a repeat. Perhaps I can inquire as to his medication status, and if he is on meds, I can convince him to take a vacation and make sure that I am his forever. And maybe I'll find out what his name is. Or maybe his profile was a lie and I am now POZ. Here's hoping!- 4 replies
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I'm straight. Though I've had my share of cock and ass too. I've had cum in my ass and cum down my throat. The hottest fucks I've ever had were with poz guys. I've loaded up several, and I I've knowingly let at least 6 poz tops fuck me bareback, though I don't think any of them shot inside me. And who knows how many raw cocks have fucked me in bath houses... But to the best of my knowledge, I'm neg. But I don't really know because I've never been tested. So much barebacking with guys AND girls, but yet I still consider myself to be neg. Because I haven't been fucked in over 6 years and I've barebacked with every girl I've been with in those years. But none of them have turned up poz. So I think I'm neg, but then again, ya never know.... And what I feel is the truth, is that I'd prefer to stay neg. Just seems like the smart thing to do. But why is it that I can't stop thinking about giving myself over to some random POZ top who loads me up with his bug filled seed? I try to be good. I really do. I've somehow managed to not get fucked for so long. I've come close three times, all with poz tops. But just my luck, good or bad, each time the top wouldn't fuck me because I told him I am neg. I absolutely ache to feel a hard raw cock slide inside me, knowing the guy is HIV positive. I want to feel fear and lust all in one heartbeat. And I want to feel him go past the point of no return and flood my guts with his poz babies. I need to man the fuck up and just do it already. But until then, I devour the stories on here. And the thing is, I am to the point where only poz conversion stories get me off. The General stories don't even get me hard anymore. I only want to read about a neg guy having his life changed by the cum of an HIV infected man. I actually look forward to the time when I sit down at the keyboard and write for you, the story of my conversion, whether by intentionally accepting a poz load, or getting stealthed. Either way I will share it with my new brotherhood. But until then, I'll read your stories. And continue aching.
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I am a nice clean cut guy, in my late 40's, but look younger - and get to the gym often enough to keep my flat stomach and "relatively" tight lean build. I'm the type that puts on his suit and tie everyday to go to the office - where I spend far too much time in a very demanding stress inducing job. I am out - so that is not a problem at least. And if you looked at me you would assume I was really vanilla when it comes to sex.... and up to recently you would be right. Very vanilla and always play safe, mostly a top - but do bottom sometimes (and I do sometimes like the taste of cum) but those few times I have been fucked were ALWAYS safe. I have had numerous boy friends over the years... nothing really lasted more than a year - sometimes two... but I would get over it and move on... nothing too emotionally devastating. But my last one got to me - I had really fallen hard for him, - so when he dumped me I took it hard. I was still really horny all the time, but found it hard to find guys to hook up with. Now that we have all assimilated almost the gay bars are closed so if you want to hook up - you have to go online... and that didn't really work for me, hard to tell from a photo if the chemistry is a match.... cause horny as I was - even for just a hook up, I still needed to feel some actual connection with the guy to fuck around. So about three years ago I stated going to the male massage therapists that advertised in the "men for men" massage section. I enjoyed the seduction that the good ones would use. Most of the time I got an amazing hand job, and sometimes I would play with their cocks too... - but all safe - I mean what is safer than a hand job? But even though I earn very good money, the hot masseurs are not cheap... and so somehow, I think one of my friends talked out them - I found an ad for a free phone chat line...and started calling. I was hooked. Most nights I would come home late from work, make a drink, strip down and call the line... and soon I was spending hours on the line... 4, 5 nights a week. Edging my cock while I had phone sex with the other guys. And I soon discovered that while you "could" sometimes have hot phone sex, and still be safe and vanilla - soon I was chatting with guys who were into three ways, WS, and .... barebacking. I was soon hooked and only talked with the guys who liked to do it "raw", "Bareback", "unwrapped" and damn,,, when guys started talking about "unprotected" and it was way hotter. Then I was talking with guys into "risky" sex, damn I would get SOOOOO HARD!.... I still remember that huge load I shot all over myself, while a that first guy was phone fucking me with this "big uncut raw cock", and when he started getting close, he started telling me how he was going to fill me up with his "dirty cum".... FUCK!!!!! Soon I was hunting out the other guys into "breeding" the guys who liked to talk about "pozzing my neg ass" - It drove me wild. It was weird how in "real Life" I had mostly been a total top.... but on the phone I was turning into a "total cum dump slut bottom." I guess it was my reaction to gay being so totally "normal" now. When I was young and just coming out... just sucking cock or fucking guys was so,,, "dangerous" ... even "edgy"... but now... ? Hey don't get me wrong, I am all for our civil rights... gay marriage...( I was even getting close to proposing to my ex before he dumped me). But when you are a nice , clean cut, WASP in a suit and tie.... you need a little danger in your life. The adult movie theaters were closed, the bars where you could get sucked of in the bathroom were closed.... and so now on the phone I found it. I found the equivalent of the back room of a leather bar, I found that edginess that I had been missing. And best of all.... it was still TOTALY safe!.... I mean I could "talk" all I wanted about breeding guys, or getting bread.... about anonymous train runs on my ass.... or "fucking a guy and watching other guys use my cum for lube as they used the bitches ass next".....I could TALK about being s "cum slut whore for poz cum." Hell sometimes I could even pretend to be poz myself and tell some twink that I was breeding his ass. But I was a whore for poz cum only on the phone. The only guys I actually did anything physically with were the Masseurs I would go to sometimes. And that brings me to "C" there was just something about him that I liked - kind of unassuming.... nice looking but not "HOT". He had worked in the Bio research filed and lost his job in '08 in the crash when the startup he was working at closed, so he started giving massage. And he gave a nice one. and was not as expensive as some of the other guys I went to. So when I found out he did out calls, I had him over, I was comfortable around him. I had arranged all my appointments with him by email and so I did this time to. I asked him how he did his outcalls, wondering if he "traveled with a table - if so he could set up in the living room in front of my gas fireplace... or we could use some mats on the floor of the living room...or on my bed"... he replied that he had a table, so we set a time..... It was a nice massage, - One thing I forgot to tell you about him was that in the massages at his place he would slowly undress himself during the massage, and that he was in his way a total top, but he had this little skinny 4" dick. Which I would end up playing with an jerking him off.... and then he would then jerk me off.... In our cock-size obsessed gay community - there was something kind of hot about how confident and assertive he could be with such a small cock. The other interesting thing about "C" was after the first massage at my place, he had just finished jerking me off and had kind of cleaned up the "mess" but then he just leaned over the table and kind of hugged me..... gently caressing me... very slowly..... it was nice, but I kept thinking that it must be kind of uncomfortable for him... bending over like that... so after like 10 minutes of this... I finally said..."this is really nice...but you must be uncomfortable like that....would you like to move to my bed?" - to my surprise,... he said yes, so we went to the bedroom and just cuddled, and he ended up spending the night, which was really kind of nice.... I hadn't actually, literally "slept" with anyone since I had been dumped. - nothing else happened, just slept together. the next morning he got up and left... (and I tipped him extra, for his extra time). Over the next year I had about four sessions with him... all the same... nice massage - I jerk of his little dick, he jerked me off... and then moved into the bedroom. But then last year just got crazy, partly work, partly life, and mostly the weather - that winter with so much snow that there were no parking spaces to invite anyone over. But then just last month,... I was going through old emails... and found our email chains... so found one - deleted out some of the general chat about miscellaneous things, but enough of the history so he might remember which former client I was.(including my very first one to him where I asked about Table v. Bed) and emailed him to ask if he were free for an appointment. He got back to me right away, to say yes this next Friday worked, and said that if it was OK, could we work on the bed this time... his table was really big, heavy and cumbersome. I of course said yes, that would be fine... and then spent the rest of the week (this was on Monday) horny as fuck, wondering (fantasizing) how his bed massage would differ from the table massage. I got home from work early, showered and got ready (I had washed the sheets the night before). "C" showed up right on time, I noticed he was looking a little scruffier than before, baggy stained chinos and he had, well not a beard, but more than just a 5'oclock shadow,,,, but somehow it looked sexy to me. We chatted in the living room for awhile, and then he said... "so should we start? - I just need a bowl and have you remind me where your microwave is so I can heat up the massage ointment." (he didn't use an oil which was nice but some sort of cream that he thinned with water and then heated. I remember it being slippery - an yet it did not leave any oily residue. I got him set up - and showed him where the bathroom was if he needed to clean up and went into the bedroom and striped, an lay down, naked on the bed. He came in shortly after. At our previous appointments he had always started off in a tank top (which hinted at his nice furry chest) an shorts... an during the course of the massage, they would slowly one by one come off. This time as I looked over to watch him come in - he was still fully dressed in his street cloths, but then slowly undressed, - fully - skipping that pretense of it being a "legit" massage by starting off wearing the tank top and shorts. Even though he was naked from the beginning, he started off with a normal legit massage, and soon, - I started to mellow out an I felt the knots in shoulders and back being loosened, he then went down an worked on my legs... and then my gluts.... and then he got up on the bed and felt his legs between mine has he knelt on the bed.... he drizzled more massage ointment onto my legs, ass and back, and then his hands started just above my knees, as he slid them up my legs, my ass and then my back. As his hands reached my neck, he was now laying on top of me,,, I could feel his furry chest against my back and his pubes, and small cock against my ass. then he slid down again.... he did that several times, it felt great - and I was totally relaxed now,.... getting very mellow when his hands were working my legs, and up, reaching my ass, but not just sliding past it - but massaging my smooth ass cheeks, and then his thumb sliding into the ass crack, just sliding over my hole... I involuntarily let out a low moan, so he redoubled his efforts. Soon - not just his thumbs were working my crack, but his hands too. He drizzled more of the hot lotion right on my crack - holding it open with one hand while he poured. Then both hands... fingers teasing my ass lips, the one well lubed finger sliding in - just the tip and he out, then in again deeper, and I let out another moan... and as he pulled out and started to slide his finger in again I just naturally raised my ass up welcoming his finger into me, deeper, as he massaged my prostate .... another moan - deeper and longer escaped me..... he kept it up for awhile.... the whole time he was massaging the inside of my ass with his finger... his other hand was busy massaging the outside of my ass. I was in heaven. After a while he pulled out and I whimpered a little... but then I felt his chin... with what I would discover was the perfect amount of stubble, right at the bottom of my spine, and then it slowly..... very slowly slid up my spine... just grazing ... my back, all the way up to my neck where his chin nuzzled me...and I could feel his hot breath on my cheek..... and I could feel his steel hard little dick sliding up and down my very well lubed ass crack. Damn - it felt..... I don't know - I was totally mellowed out from the massage (which is why his finger could so easily slide into my ass) and yet I was also tingling..... like I had never felt before.... it was as if the universe was centered right at the lips to my ass. I felt his breath on my cheek and he even nibbled my earlobe, his stubble was rubbing my neck sending shivers down my spine. His fury chest was rubbing against my back, and his cock was sliding in my ass crack, - teasing my hole.... sliding over it but never INTO it. HOW.. how the fuck could something that small be driving me crazy, turning me, a guy who had only been fucked a few times, into someone who with every fiber of his being needed to be fucked. Needed to be fucked without a condom, bareback. I wanted.... no I NEEDED to be fucked - and to be fucked RAW. I had talked about it on the phone so much that I needed to actually do it. My arms had been up over my head during the massage, so I lowered them both to my sides, and then as he lifted his crotch up a bit I got my right hand in between us. finding his cock.... so slippery with the lotion. I formed a fist and he started to fuck my fist. making little murmuring noises of his own into my ear. I whimpered in reply. Then - I couldn't help it... I lifted my ass a little and tried to guide his cock into my ass. He resisted. I tried again. I reached back with left hand, trying to grab his ass so he could not pull away - while trying to push my ass back onto his cock. "Are you sure" he whispered into my ear. "Yes" I hissed. "I charge extra if you want a real 'penetrating' massage" "Fine ... yes... please?" I said tying to push my ass onto his cock. "Are you sure?" he said teasing me by slipping the tiny head of his dick past the 1st ring of my ass and then pulling out. He had me so relaxed from the massage and had opened me up so well with his finger, and everything was so slippery with the lotion that it had slipped right in. And little though it was, in my nearly virgin ass I felt it. "It's an extra hundred, for the penetrating massage." he said, his lips right next to my ear, so that his scruff was tickling my ear- driving me even crazier as he poked the head of his cock into me again and the puling out. "But that does include my special 'massage lotion' you get with it, and I will make sure it gets massaged in well" "Fuck ya... yes.... YES!....... please..... I need it" I whimpered as I tried backing my ass onto his cock.... clearly the year of bareback talk on the phone line had done something to my defenses... I didn't even stop to say, hey put a condom on and then fuck me..... I knew it had to be his raw cock... I wanted to have him cum in me,... and somehow that fact that I was paying for it... not that I really "thought" about it at the time.... but somewhere in the back of my lizard brain I knew - and that made it even hotter... knowing that I was going o pay a man $100 to be the first unprotected dick I ever took up my ass. I was going to pay a man $100 to cum in me. And somewhere there floating around was hearing his voice saying "But that does include my special 'massage lotion' you get with it"....... "You sure?" he asked one more time. "YEEESSSS, pleeeaseee" I replied. I grabbed his cock with my right hand and guided to my welcoming hole. I felt his head find the opening, an he started to push, I moved my hand back to my side and arching my back I raised my ass up a bit more so that he could fully penetrate me. It was AMAZING to feel him enter me. to feel his raw, unprotected cock enter my ass. I FELT IT. That echoed in the back of my brain. Not only the sensation of being fucked for the first time in years, but the first time I had ever felt skin on skin - instead of the barrier of latex. Even though he was small..... I felt totally full.... I had never had a sexual experience like this. I felt so .... totally..... connected . I let out a long low guttural moan has his cock sank into me, and he let out a contented sigh. Feeling his cock (small but DAMN it was like a piece of steel) jabbing into me.... he would pull all the way and then jab back in, sometimes sliding right back into the hole, other times, just missing the hole and stabbing into my now oversensitive lips of my ass before going into me. other times not pulling out all the way - just almost and then fucking in again. He had started off with slow steady strokes, but he sped up as the fuck went along - more jagged thrusts rather then smooth strokes. His breath was doing the same thing. His contented sigh when he first entered into me, had turned into murmurings, and then grunts and then his breath became as ragged as his fucking.,.. jerky, .... primal.... I had stated off with my ass slightly raised, but midway though the fuck I was flat on my stomach, my own rock hard cock being thrust into the mattress with each of his thrusts. It did not take him long.... three, maybe four minutes - but what a four minutes. "Here it comes" he said trough gritted teeth into my ear.... "that .... special.....massage... lube ... " he was giving me a HARD brutal jab with each word "you... paid..aaaahhhhhhaaa" he stopped breathing for a second,"...... fooooor." the last word was said as he jabbed one last very hard time into my ass as he came. I felt him. I felt his entire body tense and release, as he came. My first load... fuck..... as his body slammed up against me that last time, something happened.... in one kind of cosmic moment where you can see everything at the same time.... feel everything at the same time.... I realized.... my phone sex fantasy life had become real.... I could see myself face down in my bed... being fucked, being fucked raw, "C" was not wearing a condom that would catch all of his cum that was spurting..... and spurting.... and spurting out of his piss slit. No, all of that cum that had been milked out of his testicles, up the urethra, out of his penis, had been injected into my rectum. His cock had just fucked my faggot pussy. HE. HAD. JUST. BRED. ME! I had just taken my first load. And I had fucking paid for it. $100 cash. I also FELT it... felt his raw unprotected dick in my ass, yes - only 4 inches.... a tiny cock.... but I felt it - I felt it unload into me. I felt each spurt - damn his balls made a LOT of cum. What the fuck had I done... all those years of being "good" of being "safe" of always,,,, ALWAYS using condoms... what had I done,.....who the fuck cares... I was cuming now... onto the sheets that my cock had been trapped against..... ARRRRGGGGHHHHGGHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! fuck.....His cock was still cumming as I came, and my orgasm made my ass spasm around his cock.... I could hear him grunt one more time as my ass milked one more spurt of cum, out o his cock, into my welcoming ass. It was the most amazing orgasm I had ever had. "C" had collapsed on top o me now.... his breath still ragged - as was mine..... After a little while "C" finally rolled off of me. He took the towel and gently wiped all the excess lotion off my ass and then his cock and crotch. Then I felt his finger tips on my ass lips and felt as they very slowly traced up my spine up to my neck then back down to my ass and then back up again to my neck. He leaned down and said "ok Paul time to roll over" I was still in my blissful fog but did as I was told and he continued with the rest of the massage. This was normally when he would have given me a nice hand job but as that was not necessary this time he just continued with a slow gentle massage and then lay down next to me and placed his arm over my chest. "Feel better?" He asked "mmmmm" I replied sleepily as I nestled into his embrace. I felt safe and protected in his arms like that. Looking back of course those two words, "safe" and "protected", were the two last things I ever should have felt. He had arrived for the appointment at 8:00 it was now not quite 10:00 but after just a little cuddling we both drifted off to sleep. At our other sessions we had woken up in the middle of the night and cuddled some more before drifting off to sleep again. But this time, I at least did not wake up until early morning. When I did drift awake I found myself on my side with C on his side behind me - his arm around my chest and his cock nestled in my crack - not fully hard but not totally soft either. I reached back behind me and took his cock in my hand- slowly massaging it to full erection and then turned around and slid down and took his cock in my mouth. I had never had it in my mouth before and I found it very exciting to taste the cock that had been in my ass just a few hours before. After sucking him for a little while I felt him stir and moan as he drifted wake "this is a nice way to wake up. I looked up and smiled at him with his cock still in my mouth. After a few more minutes I left his cock and moved back up to lie next to him. "So how far in advance do I need to book my next appointment?" "That all depends, every week is different." "Well" I said reaching down and stroking his still hard cock "I was wondering if you had room in your schedule this morning?" "Hmmm" he replied has I felt his hand, that hand been holding the back of my neck, he started to slide his fingers down my spin to my crack, his fingernails were not clipped short, they were not "long" but I felt a shiver as I felt their sharpness graze the skin down my back and I felt his fingers, and the nails starting to play with my hole again. The contrast between the softness of his fingertips and the sharpness of he nails was exciting. "I might be able to fit you in my schedule, do you think you can fit me in you?" He said as two fingers with their sharp nails started to work his way in. My breath caught in my throat with a quick intake as I felt him enter me. As his fingers entered me and he heard my breathing catch, I felt his cock, which I still had wrapped in my fist, twitch. I took my thumb and wiped it over the head of his cock and felt the precum leaking out of his piss slit. I wiped that gently around the head of his cock and felt his cock twitch in my hand again. "Can you give me another 'penetrating massage?" "Sure" he said leaning over to my ear, giving my earlobe a quick nip and that scruff of his on my neck sent a shiver down to my ass. "But" he whispered into my ear "it will cost you an extra $100." "That seems only fair" I replied as I rolled over onto my stomach and spread my legs. He was kneeling between my again. He reached over to the bedside table where the bowl of ointment was and scoped some into his fingers and started to massage my ass crack and then I felt his slicked up finger enter me. I groaned, spread my legs a bit wider and raised my ass, presenting my hole to him as if I were a bitch in heat. Which actually was how I felt. This time I was not wanting to take him into me because he had spent an hour relaxing me, massaging me, teasing me. No this time was purposeful. Wanting. Wonton. I reached over and got some of the lotion on my fingers and reached back to find his cock. I found it, hard and waiting for me. I grabbed and started to stroke it lubing it. He took his finger from my ass and took my hand off of his cock and lay down on top of me. "Are you sure?"- his lips and stubble were again brushing against my ear as he whispered the question to me. I answered by again reaching back. He lifted his hips so I could get my hand between us and grabbed his cock, and lifting my ass a bit guided hi cock to the entrance of my hole. "Yes. Give it to me." I took my hand away and he pushed in. I was not as relaxed and loose as I had been the night before but I was just as desperate for it to happen and pushed back to take his cock as he pushed forward to take my ass. Again he started off slowly but then started to fuck harder, rougher than the night before. "Yes, yes" I hissed as he fucked me. "Oh yessss..." My arms were up over my head, my fingers clutching into the pillows as he fucked in and out of my ass. His hands had been on my shoulders, not to hold me down but more I think to help give him leverage as he thrust in and out of me. But now his hands were sliding up my arms until they found my hands and then our fingers interlocked, gripping onto each other tightly. My mind was flooded with my phone sex conversations- talk of unprotected sex. Poz guys talking about how they liked to stealth guys. Of the intense pleasure they felt feeling their raw dick in a bottoms ass. The thrill of skin on skin contact. The intimacy of it. Guys who had talked about how, once that latex barrier had been removed when they had fucked or been fucked by a total stranger at the baths that amazing connection that they had. It had always been theoretical fantasy - now it was real. I understood. More importantly I FELT it. With each thrust of "C"s raw unprotected cock into my ass, I FELT it. This fuck lasted longer. A good 15 minutes or so. He took his time changing his rhythm. Slow and soft then fast and hard. Then somehow slow and hard at the same time. He would pull all the way out and then slam it in. He would tease me by just moving a little. Neither of us said anything for most of the "massage", we just exchanged noises- grunts, groans, whimpers, a catch in my breath when one of his rougher thrusts would catch me off guard. Near the end when both of our breathing became more jagged, he blurted out "Fuck, your ass is so tight, it feels so good." "You feel so good inside me." I managed between gasps and whimpers to reply. Finally he came with four or five hard, almost brutal jabbing thrusts of his cock into my ass. "Take it,... take it, ... take it, ... FUCKING...... TAKE... IT" he managed to squeeze out between his clenched teeth as his cock once again exploded into my ass that in just a few short hours he had managed to turn into an eager, welcoming cum hole. "Ooooohh fuuuucck" was all I could moan in reply as once again, feeling him cum shoot inside me triggered my own climax, making me fuck my load once more into the sheets. It took awhile for us both to recover. But when we did He said he should be leaving. Fortunately I had enough cash on hand to pay him for two "massages" (his normal rate for a 90 minute out call was $250, so I normally paid him $360 as he would spend the night) so that was , well no need to pay him twice for spending the night but with the two "extra penetrating" extra payments, so that was $560, so round up with a tip to $600..After "C" left, it sunk in... I had just paid a guy $600 to fuck me bareback and cum inside of me. Twice. Not only that but a guy with a little 4" dick, not like I had some hot young stud with an 8" dick breeding me... no just 4". Something about that got me horny again... I went back to bed buried my face in the wet spot where I had shot my load into the sheets and jerked off thinking about it....paying a guy with only 4" to breed me bareback... to cum inside of me raw..... It was hot and humiliating all at the same time. I shot yet another load on my stomach this time, and fell asleep.... When I woke up I showered and then went to the office, as I did most Saturday's to organize my desk and get ready for the next week. That evening I met a few friend for a concert at the symphony. As we were leaving the concert we bumped into two straight couples we knew who were walking up to the Taj Hotel bar for a drink and invited us to join them. So there I was at the bar at the Taj Hotel (I still thought of it as the old Ritz Bar) having a civilized evening- all so fucking assimilated. I wanted to blurt out " I got fucked last night, and then again this morning. ..... "Bareback" ..... " and I paid him to do it" ..... "I paid a guy to cum in my ass" But of course I didn't. I sat there enjoying my single malt and mindlessly chatting about the concert and people we knew. The next few weeks went on as normal. Going to the office,coming home, having dinner, a drink or two, and the calling the phone line and jerking off while talking to guys about hot unprotected sex. Never getting the nerve to get on grindr or manhunt (I did not yet know about BBRT) and actually "DO T" with anyone. It was still all just talk. Except of course for "C". The memory of taking his cock into my ass without protection, of him cumming inside of me, still made made me rock hard every time I thought about it. But on the phone it was different. I was, at least in theory a bigger pig than before- having incredible verbal scenes Guys who talked about fucking me with their poz cock, filling by me with "their dirty cum.". Even with guys who wanted to tie me to a St. Andrew's Cross and whip me and make me beg to be gang banged, beg to be filled with poz cum. It would drive me crazy and I would shoot massive loads of cum while talking about. But that is all it was - just talk. It would be too soon to make another appointment with "C" (I thought that might look desperate if I called for another appointment too soon. But I was desperate. I was jumping out of my skin horny. So I made an appointment with another "massage therapist" and it was a nice massage with a nice "happy ending" but he didn't even play with my ass, much less penetrate it. He did not fuck me or fill me with his cum, which I realized is what I needed. And soon, I was back on the phone line jerking off to verbal scenes about breeding and pozzing. Hoping that one of these days I would have to courage to find a guy to do it for real, not just talk about it Finally, on a Monday about 5 weeks after my last appointment I emailed "C" to see if I could schedule another appointment. As luck Would have it he was free that Friday. Damn it was going to be a long week.Then on Tuesday I started to feel a little achy. On Wednesday I could feel the fever coming on, so I left work early and went home to bed. Hoping that going to bed early would nip what ever it was in the bud.Thursday I woke up feeling worse so stayed home the whole day. Thursday evening I was still feeling really bad, so emailed "C" "Hi "C", I was really looking forward to getting another massage tomorrow, but I have come down with a nasty flu, and think I need to cancel. I feel like shit and would hate for you to catch it. I understand that this is too late for you to fill in with a new appointment - so I will pay you for your time lost at our next session, which will be as soon as I am feeling better" "Hi Paul, Sorry you have the flu. Lets check in tomorrow to see how you are feeling... hopefully you will be on the mend... in which case, a good massage may help get rid of the last of the toxins - "C" "
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Hey guys! I'm going to be offering my ass out, no loads refused, at the Cheshire Motor Inn the evening of March 18 and the afternoon / evening of March 19 to celebrate my 35th birthday. Party adds are up on BBRT, and will be posting quick connects and Craigslist adds as well! ANY MAN with a hard cock who wants to breed me deep is welcome to come buy! Sign up on BBRT, message me, or wait for me to post the room number in the QC add. Will be alternating between blindfolded in my sling, ass up on the bed, or just waiting for your load. Looking forward to meeting some Breeding Zone guys and adding your DNA to mine! Will also be at Manifest 4 U on Thursday, March 17, and Saturday night, March 19. Probably at Tokyo Valentino or Southern Nights a good bit as well! Watch BBRT for QC adds saying where I am.
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Any locals or visitors fancy hooking up for some uninhibited fun, get in touch
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I have a straight, black fuck buddy who I used to see once or twice a week. Met him on the street one night he came back and fucked me at my place, said it was ‘good pussy’, and has been giving me his loads for a few years now on a regular basis. Anyways, since we met he has asked me to pick him up some packs of cigarettes, or could he have a $20 here or there, and have been happy to oblige. In return – besides all the hot cum he has shot up my ass – at least two loads per visit – he has introduced me to some of his straight friends who on a Friday night wanted a hole to unload in when they were drunk, girl out of town, or whatever. He has a nice thick, 9-inch dick, but sadly none of his friends have been so lucky, so I kept asking him what about his big dicked friends? Those guys with a true Big Black Cock (BBC) with hot thick loads. He would always say, “Well when Bud or Thomas get out of jail, they got real big dicks, they’d fuck you.” I asked what they were like, and he said both guys were in and out of jail most of their lives, real rough types, but good guys, and when I asked how he knew what their dicks were like he said he had fucked girls with them before. One time he watched Thomas fuck some girl down the street and she screamed like hell when he stuck it in her ass, and another time he and Thomas hustled on a white guy and both fucked him, so he knew Thomas had a big dick. I was hooked. I finally gave up and believed Bud and Thomas were a figment of his imagination. But, this past Thanksgiving my friend called and said, “Hey man, Thomas is out, he’s here, you want to meet him?” Of course! Come on down, and in about 45 minutes they showed up. My friend and Thomas walked in, we introduced ourselves, my friend took me to the kitchen, asked for a $20, and then left. He said Thomas would take care of me. So I went into the living room, Thomas was sitting on the chair watching the straight porn I had going, with his coat still on. He was in his early 50s, nice looking, I asked if he wanted a drink, made him a rum and coke, went back in and he had stripped off his clothes, sitting in the chair naked smoking a cigarette. Damn! He had a huge, uncut cock that just flopped between his legs and rested on the front of the chair. The meat was a dark brown, soft, but looked heavy and used and I could only stare and drool a little as I felt my ass twitch. My friend came through on this one! I set my beer down, handed him the drink, and asked if I could suck it. He just nodded and looked back at the TV, so I got on my knees, lifted his dick, felt the weight of it fill my hand, slid the skin back on the head and bent over and started licking and sucking on it. Thomas did not say a word, just kept smoking and sipping on his drink, but his dick started to respond – filling out thick and fat and swelling to over 10 inches, really hard. I do not claim to be a great cock sucker – and prefer to have it up my ass – but was giving it my all. After about 10 minutes my jaw ached and knees hurt so I asked if he was close. “No, I only cum when I jerk off,” he said. Fuck – I wanted his load and asked, “Do you want to fuck?” He said, “OK”, so I got on my hands and knees in front of the TV, hit the poppers and waited. Thomas got up, did not even ask for a condom even though they were sitting on the chair, and worked his raw dick into my ass. He was not real hard anymore, but he stuffed it in, so while my ass felt full and it felt good, his dick just felt squishy – thick and squishy with not much movement. He was moaning though, and seemed to like it, so I hit the poppers and just knelt there and let him fuck. He moved and fucked for a good 20 minutes then pulled out and sat down. I asked if he had cum and he told me again he could only cum when he jerked off. I was pretty disappointed. The fuck was not all that for me and I did not even get his load. So he washed up and left. Several times over the last weeks Thomas has called and asked if he could come by. They let him out of the half-way house, moved him into his own place, and he started calling saying he was lonely and did not have any movies or anything, did I want some company? I said, “Sure, come over”, hoping the next time would be better. The next time he fucked me I got him hard by sucking him again, bent over the bed this time, he stuffed it in and was pretty hard at first, but then he reached around and squeezed my chest and went limp. “Sorry, I like titties,” he said. I told him, “No worries. If you are not into it I understand.” Then he would call again a few days later and ask to come back. When I asked him why when I did not think he was into me he said, “When you suck my dick I don’t recognize it. Gets so hard. Your ass is so warm too and feels good. I want to try again.” I asked him if he liked fucking guys and he said he always had a boy in jail he fucked, but he could never cum fucking him. It was just to get stuff, and he liked pussy, he was straight. OK – whatever. So, after trying cock rings, asking him to hold it all week, missionary style, and a few other things I had pretty much given up. When he called this week I said, “No, think we tried, thanks.” He said again, “I want to get back up in your ass.” I gave in and could not resist another chance to suck on his fat dick, and this time I had a new plan. I was determined to take his load this time no matter what. I had jerked off so many times thinking about that BBC cumming inside me it was driving me crazy. That ex-con dick and thick cum shooting in my ass – damn I wanted that. I told Thomas to call about 7:00, got home early from work and called my fuck buddy who had brought Thomas by the first time to swing through and give me a load about 5:30. I figured being a little open would make it easier for Thomas’s big cock later. Got two loads, my buddy bounced, and Thomas showed up at 7:00. This time I had a drink for him, two cock rings, and a Viagra. That dick was going to get hard! I helped him undress and took off his work boots, put his favorite gangbang flick in, made him a drink, handed him the blue pill and worked the two cock rings down around his balls. I got on my hands knees and tasted how salty and sweaty his dick was. God the weight of his dick – just big fucking piece of meat! Dicks like that are rare but feel and taste so good. The pill did its magic and after a bit his dick was swollen and fatter then ever, but I kept sucking and he started moaning. I stood up, told him to stand up, and moved the arm chair in front of the TV facing sideways and asked him to sit back down so he could see the video by turning his head slightly to the left. I moved a chair with the poppers, lube, and towels beside us, bent over and sucked on his dick some more. Thomas was rock hard and so I worked some lube into my ass with my left hand while I sucked on him and jerked his dick with my right. I then stood up, wiped my hand on a towel, took a big hit of poppers, turned around, and backed my ass down onto his dick. As my ass slid down his shaft Thomas moaned. I held my breath as his big head pushed my hole open and I pushed hard down onto his dick. I wanted to feel him all the way inside me with his dick as he could be no matter what and thank the fuck the poppers were a fresh bottle. That dick hurt! Fuck he filled me up! I took another hit of poppers, set the bottle on the side chair, put my hands on the arm of the chair for balance, pushed his legs wide apart with mine to give me space, and started riding his dick up and down – bouncing down to his balls then pulling up as far as I could without it popping out and plunging back down again all the while clamping hole tight and milking his shaft with every movement of my body. Thomas just put his head against the back of the chair as I rode his dick and started to make little moaning noises. I didn’t care what he was doing – that big black dick was fucking me deep and splitting my ass and I wanted more – wanted it deeper. I was practically on my tip toes to get high up on his dick before dropping back down, working his dick deeper and deeper into my ass as I rode him. The heat from the poppers made my head tight and dizzy and the heat from his dick in my ass was beyond incredible. I grabbed the arms of the chair harder and moved up and down his dick. I was a pig in heat with that awesome fat cock in me, and became a pushy bottom for sure. Thomas was not moving – just sitting there letting me bounce up and down on his dick however I wanted and I was riding him hard. I was not interested in a long session, I just wanted his cum and his dick as hard as I could get it, so I kept pushing myself up and dropping down onto his dick harder, faster, harder and faster. After a little while my legs and arms started to get tired, but Thomas started to make little “Ah Ah Ah” sounds every time I dropped back down onto his dick. That’s like farmer Joe saying, “Pig pig pig, time for dinner!” – I picked up the pace with a renewed burst of energy and was slam fucking him with my ass. “OH BITCH!” Thomas yelled in my ear. I could feel his muscles tighten up, his breathing got quicker, and his dick started to unload in my ass. Fuck yeah he was cumming in me! I had his prison dick in my ass and taking his ex-con cum! I bounced even harder on his dick, because I needed every little drop of sperm. It seemed like it took him a while to unload and soon he began to almost whimper, “Stop, oh OK stop, stop, ah ah, stop.” Damn. I stopped as I sat all the way back down on his dick, and felt his dick start to soften up inside me, as his breathing tried to get back to normal. In one stroke I lifted myself off his dick as it made a big plopping sound, which made him gasp a little. I turned and looked at him. Thomas’ eyes were closed, his head turned to the side and he was breathing heavy. His dick was glistening with thick globs of cum and juice, so I put my hands on the chair arms, bent over, licked the head a little which made him moan and quiver, then stood up and went to the bathroom to wash off. Thomas may have the big dick, but this bottom is in charge and that BBC is my bitch now!
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Who will be in Sydney for Mardi Gras? Would be hot to connect! Which parties are you going to etc...
