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Toronto area bareback pigs I'm looking to set up regular bareback breeding sessions Central location - Carlton Church area near the gay village Let me know if you are interested and any ideas for the breeding sessions. No drugs. Poppers ok. Open to tops, bottoms, vers. Pref 18 years old to 60 years old. Let's make this happen. Reply here or to: Eagerbeaverto@gmail.com
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Chicago—April, 2022 After three other entries, here is the cummy finale of this great party... My only slightly weary tongue finds Combat Boots’ tight, hairy pucker. He sighs as I dig in, calling me a “good fuckin’ whore.” Almost instantly he has someone sucking his cock. I can feel them astride my chest and hear them slurping away. “Why don’t you sit on it,” growls Combat Boots. I feel the man get up and I hold my cock straight up for him to mount. But it is Combat Boots’ dick that gets sat on. I can feel the extra weight on the rimseat. I can also hear the yelp from the bottom as he takes all of the cock. I dig in—licking and spitting into the hairy ass cleft above me. In moments—Combat Boots shudders and has a very vocal orgasm—shooting into whoever is on his dick. I hold still as first the bottom and then Combat Boots stand up. I can see that it is the same younger Asian man who had ridden me earlier. Combat Boots is holding on to him by the shoulders. “Here’s a treat for you,” he tells me. “Eat my load out of him.” He helps the young man sit. There is jizz leaking all over his crack. I lick him clean and dig in. I can hear Combat Boots getting his cock cleaned at the same time. I get one big puddle of cum on my tongue and swallow it hungrily. The guy is squirming above me. The moment Combat Boots let go of his shoulders he bolts. CB laughs and helps me up. My legs feel oddly unsteady. “Kiss me, fucker.” He pulls me into a strong kiss, beard grinding against beard. He finds some cum in my mouth and seems pleased. We break. He swats my ass with “Out of here. Happy hunting!” and is gone. I go downstairs. I need to eat. I have three chocolate chip cookies to get some energy back—and it works. Zane is at the bar. I tell him what just happened. “You need your ass licked,” he says, giving me his best evil smile. He grabs my hand and takes me to the sling on the third floor. It’s actually empty—everyone seems to be congregated around the bed up here. I get in the sling. Zane kneels and does everything to me that I have been doing to others. Except he keeps standing up to lean over and kiss me so I can taste my ass on his tongue. Hour Four When Zane has licked his fill, we change over. I lick his hole for a moment and fuck it some more. We seem to block out the sex noise happening at the other end of the room and just concentrate on each other. A man stops by. “I need to get out of here. Can I drop a load?” I step to the side. The guy enters and efficiently fucks Zane. In no time he has given us a load to play in. I eat a little. I snowball some of it. I fuck in the rest. I watch Zane’s face. He gets out of the sling. “What’s up?” “I think I have had the dick my ass can take.” “Really?” “I’d love your load, but my hole is telling me to stop.” He kisses me. “I bet you can find someone who’d like it.” I kiss him once more and let him go back to bar service and seeing the guests out the door. I go downstairs. Men are getting dressed and leaving. I continue on down to the basement. It’s a fucking breeding frenzy here. All the bottoms who live for loads are on the bed, ass up. Or the two slings. And there are plenty of guys needing to get off and go home. I find the nearest vacant ass: a bear in his 30’s. He has load dripping from him. I lick it up—pushing some back into his hole. I fuck—expecting to cum. But the very thought of shooting makes the feeling recede. I fuck him harder, but I can’t nut. Next to me is the blond in the leather—where I started four hours ago. He is a little drunk—and pleading for loads. When a man stops fucking him, I switch over to his ass. Again, I fuck, fully expecting to shoot. But no. I move to a hairy man with a neon harness in the sling. He is great at squeezing my dick as I plow him. But I can’t shoot. So I stop trying and just fuck. I fuck the cum out of Neon Harness who splatters himself all over his abs. I lick in up and drool it on my dick. I move to the bed, again. I fuck any man who wants me. Two are my age, the rest significantly younger. And then I find the one. He’s on his back. A remarkably hairy otter. A man pulls out of him, breathless and spent. I move in and churn the loads in the Otter’s ass until they froth. I stop and eat some of that jizz cocktail out of him. He does poppers as I felch. “Are you going to give me yours, too?” he moans. I stand up and shrug. I don’t want to jinx it, but I think I could. I slide into the slippery, cummy ass. And yes. I’m there. I blast my load into him, before collapsing into his arms… The original posting is here: From My Side of the Sling: Hour by Hour Finale--Fuck Party at Zane's (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 8, 2022 -
Whoring Out Perry (Conclusion)
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Lansing—March, 2022 This picks up right after the play on the padded fuck table in Part One. The three of us go off to find our next play area. We check the sling in the gay area, but it is just too chilly to be comfortable. (There is an outer door here to a patio where smokers go to light up.) We opt for the sling in a dark corner off the straight video area. There is a four foot high gate to the area. I decide to leave it open, so others can join us. Perry strips down and jumps in the sling. I get his feet into the stirrups. The Cub begins working Perry’s nipples as I kneel and eat his well fucked hole. It is wet and ready for more cock. I stand up and give it to him. The sling is just the right height. I am positioned perfectly to slide into his ass. Perry groans as I bottom out deep in his guts. I fuck fast and deep as the Cub twists Perry’s nips. Then, to change it up, I stand still and use my arms to push the sling off my cock and to then let the sling swing back into place on my dick. It creates a terrific long dicking moment as just the tip of my dick is left in him as I push the chains away. Release—and the man and the sling impale themselves on me. Once I start this, I can’t stop. I notice out of the corner of my eye we have a voyeur. Cruz is leaning on the wall and watching us intently. I motion for him to join us, but he stays where he is—his eyes never leaving us. I go back to a regular thrust now. The sound of my hips slapping Perry’s ass fills the room. I stop and motion for the Cub to clean my dick. He does. Eagerly. I step to the side and let him tongue Perry’s dripping hole… * We are back in the first room. Perry is totally stripped and on the fuck bench. I am eating his ass. A man gets up from the chair and feeds Perry his cock. That is my cue to stand up and fuck him. I love to see both dicks inside him—fucking his willing holes at either end. Cruz comes by—with a hot Daddy. They go around the corner out of sight to play. I offer Perry’s ass to the man in his mouth. He nods, but stays right where he is, enjoying Perry’s throat. When the guy finally leaves, I bring my cock to Perry’s mouth. At that moment, Cruz emerges from the side room. He stops, drops to his knees and sticks his tongue deep into Perry’s ravaged ass. After a few moments, I walk around to Cruz. He knows what I want. He sucks me for a few moments—and then spit it on Perry’s hole. He pushes it as deep into the willing ass as his tongue can go. He does it again. “Fuck him.” He stays, right on his knees—intently watching me fuck Perry hard and fast. And, when I pull out, he cleans my cock with a low whimper of enjoyment… * I have moved us yet again to the slurp ramp area. There are two men loitering behind it, both Black and with their dicks out. I have Perry suck me in the shadows—so that both men can see us. There is a bench, like a church pew, there. I get Perry to lean into it and I fuck, beckoning the nearest man to join us. He stays put and just strokes faster. Cruz appears. Perry pulls off my cock, saying “Fuck him. I want to see you fuck him again.” I look at Cruz. He nods and steps out of his pants. He goes to his knees and sucks me, reveling in the taste of Perry’s ass on my cock. So young and so piggy—the thought makes my cock leak. Cruz swabs it up with his tongue and swallows hungrily. Perry has sat on the bench along with the Cub. I position Cruz so he can suck their cocks as I dive into his furry butt with my tongue. The closest of the two strokers takes a step towards us. I wave him over again—but he ignores me and just fists his own cock. I rear up, spit in my palm and use it to reactivate the lube on my cock. I push in. Cruz pauses for a second in his sucking. His hole relaxes. He sighs and goes back to sucking—my cue to start a slow fuck. I build it slowly. Soon I am pounding into his ass, pushing his whole body onto Perry’s cock. I rail into the hairy ass again and again. It can’t last. The floor is hard and cold. We decide to go to the sling again. We grab our clothes and head there. I get Perry into it again. Cruz goes off in search of other dick. I kneel and rim Perry. The lips of his ass are wonderfully puffy now from all the abuse they’ve taken this afternoon. My cock responds as I suck on them. Finally, I stand up. “It’s time to breed.” “Yes, please…” I smack my wet cock on his freshly rimmed hole. “You want my cum in your ass?” I know it’s rhetorical—I’m voicing it for the guys watching us, leaning on the gate. “Breed me. Fill me up…” I turn to the Cub, who is busy on Perry’s nips. “After all this play it’s gonna be a big load for you to felch.” I push in and begin the final fuck. Every nerve ending in my dick is on fire—willing me to empty my balls. It won’t be long now. I take a hit of poppers—seemingly my new trigger to unload. I shoot a short blast of cum out of my dick. But there is little feeling as I do it. Which means, I have learned, that I can shoot again. I pull out, jerk myself as I kneel and felch my own load. I swallow, loving the taste of my fresh jizz. And it is hot enough to make me want to shoot again. I just make it into Perry before I unload—this time with every nerve ending on high. I fire again and again, vocalizing each discharge. I hold onto the chains for support. I marinate for a moment…and pull out. I make the Cub felch Perry’s hole first. My dick has a moment to lose the super sensitivity, so then he can get all the jizz coating my cock, too… * There is a coda. After we’re dressed, Perry disappears. He comes back, sporting a dirty grin. “I just asked Cruz for his number. I’ll text it to you…” And that is an entry for another day! The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Whoring Out Perry (Conclusion) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) April 30, 2022 -
I felt groggy as I woke up. My mouth was thick with the tell tale feeling of having a large quantity of cotton wool stuffed in it that betrayed just how much I had drank the night before. I stretched, gingerly, not wanting to move too quickly for fear of discovering a headache to go with my cottonmouth. My head, however, felt clear as I rolled onto my side and very slowly swung my legs off the side of my bed. I sat there for a moment before I realized that I was completely naked, not all altogether alien experience, but rather another sign of how intoxicated I had been; I often strip off to go to bed when drunk. As I sat up I suddenly became aware of how much I had to piss and quickly padded across the cold wooden floor of my studio apartment to the bathroom. Letting a powerful jet of piss out into the open toilet bowl I felt my ass clench slightly and became aware that my hole felt a tender and rather slick. Finishing up my piss I ran a finger up my crack, feeling my puffy wet hole. I looked at my finger, shiny with whatever was wetting my ass, for a long moment before turning around and bending over to look at my hole in the mirror. Winking back from between my spread ass cheeks was my hole, puffy, and pink, not quite closed, and shiny with what I thought might be lube but I suspected was something else. I ran my finger along my crack again, this time dipping into my tender hole, when I brought it round I was confronted with evidence of what I had already suspected to be true. It was not lube leaking from my clearly well fucked hole but cum. My heart thudded in my chest. I had no recollection of getting home last night, let alone of getting fucked. Jesus, I thought nervously, what have I done? Not only had I had sex but clearly unprotected sex and I had let the guy cum in me, what had I been thinking? I walked back to my bed and grabbed my phone from where it had been charging on the nightstand hoping to find some evidence of what I had done. There were several texts from the two friends I had gone out with starting around just after midnight asking where I had disappeared to; the most recent being just a few minutes ago, must have been what had woken me up. I sent back a quick response saying that I was home, and apologized for giving them a fright. The next message on my phone was from a contact I didn’t remember having, one simply named “SIR”. The message was short and succinct: Check out the link and then let me know when you’re ready for more. I clicked the link and it took me to a private video server. Sitting down on my bed I pressed play and watched as the video began. It faded in on a guy’s ass, his beefy hairy cheek hammering back and forth as he clearly pounded someone. The camera moved under the guy, between his legs to show a fat raw cock pounding into an unknown ass. The bottom was moaning in pleasure with each thrust, something about the bottom’s voice seemed familiar even through the tiny phone speakers. I stopped the video and grabbed my laptop from under the bed. Hurriedly transpiercing the url to my browser I pulled up the video again. There was definitely something that I recognized in the bottom’s groans. My cock was starting to get hard watching this fat cock pound this boy’s hole, his ass lips clinging to the hard shaft each time the top pulled out. Eventually the camera moved again, pulling back between the top’s legs and then panning up his broad muscular back to look over his shoulder. My jaw dropped, there laying flay out, legs in the air, eyes closed in ecstasy, being fucked by a raw cock, was me. I took in my pale skin, dark hair, strong chest, tight stomach, pink nipples. I saw my chest heave with racked breath as the top mercilessly plowed my hole. Though my head was reeling and my heart pounding my cock was growing still harder as I watched myself get fucked. I had no memory of this, yet there was no denying it was me there getting fucked bareback. I felt like I should be sickened by what I was seeing but I found myself becoming more and more turned on as I watched. The top fucking me seemed to be getting close as he started fucking me even harder. He grunted as he hammered his cock into my clearly willing ass. The camera panned down to show him slamming into me balls deep with every thrust. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum,” a gravely voice that I can only assume belonged to the top said, “I’m gonna breed your sweet fucking cunt boy.” “Yes,” said my voice, the unmistakable glee sending a shiver up my spine, “breed my hole!” The man growled and pressed his cock as far as he could into my hole, clearly shooting his load deep into me. Watching myself get bred I couldn’t help but reach between my legs and feel my still wet hole… Slowly the man pulled out from my now cum filled hole. I looked at the time bar, the video wasn’t even a quarter of the way over. The camera zoomed in as the head of the man’s cock popped out of my hole, a small glob of cum bubbling out after it. For a moment my hole was left gaping and empty, then a new voice, not the top who had just fucked me called, “Who’s next?” Another cock, the body it belonged to cut out of the frame stepped up and slid effortlessly into my hole, The camera shifted again showing my body stretched out on the bed, my mouth now occupied by the cock that just been inside my ass. I watched in aroused horror, my cock throbbing, as time and time again my ass was seeded by random cocks. The video never showed their faces though, it showed plenty of mine, making sure to zoon in on my face whenever I begged a top for his load. I noticed that my eyes, though wide and alert looked a little blood shot and slightly unfocused. The video was almost an hour long and featured fourteen different tops, all of whom fucked and bred my ass. No wonder my hole was tender. The last shot of the video was a slow zoom in on my wrecked hole after the last top had shot his load deep inside of me. I stared in amazement at my loose and gaping hole. That sort of thing had never turned me on before but seeing my on hole wrecked like that, dripping with cum, was different, it made me feel hungry. I wanted my hole to look like that more, I wanted to have my ass plowed and dripping with cum. The video faded to black, and then a message appeared on the screen, “You know you want more bitch,” followed by the phone number now listed in my contacts as SIR. For a long moment I sat, one hand holding my phone, and the other with three fingers lodged in my cummy hole. I wasn’t entirely sure when during the film I had thrust three fingers inside of myself and started riding them desperately but even now that the movie was over I was reluctant to remove them. Rocking back on my fingers again, feeling them push against my ass ring I knew what I had to do. I unlocked my phone, opened SIR’s text and sent him a message: I’m ready now. The response was almost instantaneous as if SIR had been waiting with his phone in his hand. That was fast boy. You ready to take more cock? Yes, I responded. Right now? Yes, I hesitated before adding the next part but then hurriedly hit send, I need it. Good boy. Come and get it. He texted me an address just a few blocks away in the northern part of Hell’s Kitchen, and added, Don’t bother showering or putting on underwear. You have ten minutes to get here. My heart was pounding, a little voice in the back of my head told me I was crazy, but I wasn’t thinking with my head. I grabbed a t-shirt from the floor and a pair of gym shorts, slipped into some shoes and, leaving everything but my keys and phone behind rushed out of the door. I practically ran the nine blocks to his apartment, making it there in just over six minutes. I texted saying I was there and the door buzzed. Once inside I received an apartment number with the instruction to hurry. He lived on the fifth floor of an old walk up, and having taken the stairs two at a time the whole way up I was more then a little winded when I knocked on his door. It quickly opened and a tall olive skinned man in an old yellowing jockstrap with a thick leather harness strapped to his chest opened the door. I gapped at this specimen on manliness in front of me. At five eleven I like to think of myself as tall but this man towered above me making him probably six five. Between the thick straps of his harness bulged powerful fur covered chest muscles that led to hard defined abs. His arms were thick, covered with coarse hair, and knotted all over with veins. The basket of his jock bulged with what could only be thick meaty cock and oversized cum laden balls, the whole mass of which thrust out boldly from his tree trunk like legs. He did not smile at me, his handsome face told of only one thing: lust. “I knew you were gonna be a good one last night when you were begging for loads before the first cock even breached your cunt,” he had a rough, deep, rumbling voice that seemed to echo from somewhere deep inside his cavernous ribcage. “Get that sweet cunt inside, and strip off, I’ve waited long enough for my chance at that hole.” That struck me as odd, was he not one of the men who had fucked me last night? I thought that even the cameraman had cum inside of me. I didn’t care though I stepped inside and before the door was even closed had kicked off my shoes, pulled my shirt off over my head and dropped my shorts to the ground. “Fuck you’re a hot little cum slut,” he said leading me into the living room where he sat down on the couch, legs spread wide. “Well, get between my legs and start wetting my cock boy. All the lube I’m gonna give you to get this monster up your cunt is spit and whatever cum is left in you from my friends last night.” Caution and logic were long gone, I was now completely in the grips of my own lust, and now I a safe sex enthusiast, fell to my knees desperate to get another bare cock up my ass. Pulling his musty jock aside I revealed a thick, flaccid cock resting on a pair of truly massive balls. I took his soft cock in my mouth, rolling his nuts around in my had as I rid so, marveling at their size. It didn’t take long for his cock to start hardening I my mouth, and I was quickly overwhelmed my the sheer length and girth of the thing. His broad flat mushroom head ballooned in my mouth, swelling till it stretched my cheeks. I did my best to slobber all over his shaft and head, trying to get it as wet as possible for my hole. Though I was enjoying guzzling down his gorgeous member, SIR had other plans and soon as he felt his cock was slicked with enough spit he knocked me back and stood up. He instructed me to get on all fours on the couch, resting my chest on the back of it. I clambered up and assumed the position he had instructed and waited with eager anticipation. SIR took his time coming up behind me, rubbing his blunt cock head up and down my ass crack a few times, before zeroing in on my still tender and slightly gaped pucker. I had expected him to push in roughly but instead he began a slow thrusting that alternately pressed against my sphincter and gave it time to relax. Very, very slowly my hole opened till suddenly his broad flay head pushed inside of me and stayed there. “Fuck that’s a nice hole. I may just have to keep it after I ruin it.” My brain had completely shut down, over loaded with the massive waves of pleasure that were crashing over my body and SIR began to delve deeper into my hole. It took a long time for him to finally fuck his whole cock into me, but when he finally bottomed out and I could feel his massive balls against mine I felt nothing but joy. “Tell me what you want boy,” he growled in my ear. “I want you to fuck me, SIR.” “What else?” “I want you to cum in me, to breed me!” “Good boy, that’s probably the first time you’ve ever said that sober isn’t it?” “Yes, SIR.” “I’m gonna knock you up and set you free boy.” I wasn’t entirely sure what he meant but I pressed my hips back against him as if trying to will more of his cock into my hole. He chuckled at that and began to slowly fuck me, pulling his cock almost entirely from my hole before sliding it back in to the hilt. I moaned like a whore, desperate for a real pounding. SIR knew what I needed though, and quickly began to pick up the pace and intensity of his thrusts until soon he was hammering away at my ass without mercy. I was practically screaming as his cock wrecked my hole, bruising my sphincter a little with each thrust. He hammered away like that for longer then I thought possible, till both of us were drenched in sweat and I lay pressed into the back of the couch limp. Suddenly he stopped and pulled out of my hole with a soft pop. “Get you your back, I wanna look in your eyes while I breed you.” I flipped onto my back and grabbed my legs spreading them wide showing SIR my now wide-open hole. Without hesitation he sunk back into me and resumed his breakneck pace. The sweat pored from his body, dripping onto me, I didn’t care thought, I could feel his pace starting to change and heard the shift in his breathing. SIR was getting close. He kept up his voracious pace for as long as he could before he suddenly growled deep in his chest like a bear and locked eyes with me as he slammed into my hole several times very roughly. He didn’t have to tell me he had cum, I knew, I could feel the warmth spreading in my ass. He flopped forward, his cock still lodged inside of me, his hairy sweaty chest now pressed to mine. “Fuck,” he said at length, “I knew your cunt would be worth it. I’m totally keeping you as my new cum dump.” He smiled at me, “See I told you last night, take all those loads and you’d be ready for mine.” “You did?” I said panting. “Oh that’s right you won’t remember sense we slipped you those drugs.” His smile became a wicked smirk. “But I told you last night, you take my buddies NEG loads up your cunt and by tonight, well you came around faster than I anticipated, you’d be begging for my POZ cock up your loose cunt.” Holy shit! I thought, I hadn’t even asked him or thought about… Jesus. I had just taken what had to be a massive POZ load in my ass. It only took me a millisecond longer to realize I didn’t care. I had just been fucked like I never had before. Clearly I had loved last night as well. If taking POZ loads meant that I was going to get fucked like this more then that was fine by me. “How do you feel now that you’ve had it boy?” He asked. I answered in the only way I could, honestly, “I want… I need more.”
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Hey pigs. Another one-off short story. Hope you like it. Lemme know in the comments. xxx ___ Breeding Ben’s Buggy Bunghole I was out of town for a conference and horny, so I went to the hotel bar. I knew I should have kept my dick in my pants. A guy I was seeing had told me that morning that he’s tested positive for something and that I should get checked out. I figured I’d take care of whatever pills or shot in the ass I’d need when I got home. At the bar, I saw this very sexy guy sitting alone with an empty stool next to him. I asked if it was free and he invited me to sit down, introducing himself as Ben and flirting with me. As the place was full and that was the only seat, I was glad to have a place to perch, especially next to a sexy guy who was clearly into me. Ben told me that he was married, to a man, and that he and his husband, Peter, had been together for a few years before Peter realized that Ben was never going to settle down. He’d always assumed that Ben wanted a monogamous heteronormative relationship. Ben told me that he enjoyed hooking up with new guys and taking their loads home to Peter to eat out of his hole. Ben could tell that his nasty talk was making me hard and he reached for my crotch. My hardening cock rewarding his grasp with a steady stream of precum that leaked through my trousers faster than I’d have liked. He told me that his husband really liked it when he had risky sex, so whatever my status was he didn’t want to know. I asked him if he was a bug chaser and he winked, asking me, ‘Why? You have any bugs?’ I was about to tell him about my hookup’s news, but Ben pressed his finger to my lips saying, ‘Shhhhh…’ I asked if he wanted to go back to my room, and Ben eagerly agreed. The guy sitting next to us clearly overheard the whole conversation and raised his eyebrows, giving me a thumbs up. I could tell that overhearing out conversation had gotten him hard as well as he adjusted his bulge. Ben and I made out in the elevator and tore each other’s clothes off as we tumbled into my hotel room. He shucked off my pants and yanked my briefs down before swallowing my cock to the root. He was clearly horny to get fucked. I told him that I’d be happy to rubber up if he wanted me to and he told me he’d rather take me raw. He didn’t ask my status and I didn’t volunteer. As he toyed with my cock I whispered, ‘hope you don’t catch anything you can’t get rid of.’ He gobbled my dick down as he looked up at me with hungry eyes. After Ben had sucked me to full dripping hardness, he swiveled around on his hands and knees and arched his back like a real pro piggy bottom. He leaned down with his face on the bedspread and used his hands to pry apart his alabaster ass cheeks. Ben’s butt was nearly hairless except for a little peach fuzz right around his hole. I lapped at his ass and managed two slip two fingers easily into him. When I pulled them out, I saw that they were slick with what I was pretty sure was nother guy’s load. Ben clenched his muscles down on my fingers and begged for more. I got all four fingers and my thumb inside lubed up and wet with my oozing precum. Ben asked if I minded taking some pics with his phone and I obliged with my other hand. I snapped away as I pulled my hand back so just my fingertips were inside his creamy hole and lined up my raw dick. I slipped inside with just precum and spit as lube. Ben was so wet inside I really didn’t need anything else. He moaned as my cock entered him. When I removed my hand, I was surprised to feel how loose and stretched-out Ben’s hole actually was. I could barely feel the sides of his chute as I pummeled his open sloppy cunt. He groaned and asked if I liked his opened-up pussy. I told him I did and he arched forward making my dick plop out of him. A torrent of white cream sluiced out all over the sheets. Ben asked me to lay down so he could ride me. He handed me his phone and had me make a video of him bouncing up and down on my dick. With his hole so opened up and sloppy, he could really take me deep. He pushed his cheeks together for more friction and got me close to cumming. He then stopped and just sat there, my hard bare dick throbbing deep inside his guts. Ben began to rock up and down reached for his phone. He grinned at me. He asked for my room number and then entered it into his phone and I heard a ‘whoosh’ as he sent it. He then sent the pics and video. He rode me slowly, keeping me rock hard and close to cumming. He looked down at me asking, ‘Remember Peter? My husband? Mind if he joins?’ I didn’t care, but wondered what would happen when he arrived. Also, I thought his choice of words was odd. I’d never met Peter, so how could I remember him? A few minutes later, there was a quiet knock at the door and he raised up and off to go answer it. He stood in the open doorway, kissing a man as he loosened his tie and pulled it above his collar. I thought he was undressing his husband, but instead, he stopped as the tie covered the man’s eyes. He tightened the knot back and guided him in. I wasn’t surprised to see that Peter was the guy at the bar on the other side of the empty stool. Ben smiled and led Peter to a chair. He unbuckled Peter’s belt and pushed his pants off before sitting him down. Peter opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. Ben leaned forward and backed his gaped cummy pussy to his husband’s tongue. Peter lapped at Ben’s hole and moaned into it. He turned around, holding Peter’s blindfolded face as he stuck his ass out and rolled it around. Ben and Peter kissed as I rubbed my raw cock against his hole. I easily entered Ben’s slack asshole as he groaned into his husband’s mouth. “He’s fucking me, baby. He’s fucking me raw.’ Peter gulped for air asking, ‘Is he NEG, baby?’ ‘How should I know,’ Ben replied. Ben moaned saying, ‘Letting a stranger fuck you bareback is so risky! You know what happened last time!’ Ben turned over his shoulder looking up at me as I pounded my hips into his ass. ‘Last time, I got bugged with a few things. Nothing I can’t get rid of though.’ He winked at me as I pummeled his pussy. Somehow this slutty couple had turned the tables on me. I had been worried about not disclosing my trick’s recent diagnosis, and figured that I’d already been exposed to any bugs Ben was carrying. I picked up my pace and pounded his bare cunt. I railed Ben’s hole forcing him off his balance and into his husband’s chest and shoulders. I whispered that I was close and they both begged me to fill him up. I shot deep inside Ben and let my cock go soft inside him. As I pulled out, my seed, and likely at least a few other mens’ gushed out of him, splashing on Peter’s crotch and legs. As I went to the bathroom to take a piss and clean up, Ben guided Peter to the floor on his back and sat on his face. Peter lapped at his husband’s used slutty hole as more and more seed slipped out and into his mouth. ‘Yeah, baby. Eat those loads. Fucking stranger cum dripping down your throat!’ Peter moaned his approval as he lapped at his husband’s sloppy used cunt. When I came out of the bathroom, the two of them had gone, but Peter had left his business card. It turned out that they lived in my town and were both here on business. I would definitely be breeding Ben again... hopefully after we both got treated for anything I’d caught deep in his hole or was carrying before I got there.
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Note: Edited for content and forum changed. Here's hoping this version doesn't offend community standards. ___ Breeding Ben’s Bunghole I was out of town for a conference and horny, so I went to the hotel bar. I saw this very sexy guy sitting alone with an empty stool next to him. I asked if it was free and he invited me to sit down, introducing himself as Ben and flirting with me. As the place was full and that was the only seat, I was glad to have a place to perch, especially next to a sexy guy who was clearly into me. Ben told me that he was married, to a man, and that he and his husband, Peter, had been together for a few years before Peter realized that Ben was never going to settle down. He’d always assumed that Ben wanted a monogamous heteronormative relationship. Ben told me that he enjoyed hooking up with new guys and taking their loads home to Peter to eat out of his hole. Ben could tell that his nasty talk was making me hard and he reached for my crotch. My hardening cock rewarding his grasp with a steady stream of precum that leaked through my trousers faster than I’d have liked. He told me that his husband really liked it when he had bareback sex with strangers. I asked if he wanted to go back to my room, and Ben eagerly agreed. The guy sitting next to us clearly overheard the whole conversation and raised his eyebrows, giving me a thumbs up. I could tell that overhearing out conversation had gotten him hard as well as he adjusted his bulge. Ben and I made out in the elevator and tore each other’s clothes off as we tumbled into my hotel room. He shucked off my pants and yanked my briefs down before swallowing my cock to the root. He was clearly horny to get fucked. I told him that I’d be happy to rubber up if he wanted me to and he told me he’d rather take me raw. He didn’t ask my status and I didn’t volunteer. After Ben had sucked me to full dripping hardness, he swiveled around on his hands and knees and arched his back like a real pro piggy bottom. He leaned down with his face on the bedspread and used his hands to pry apart his alabaster ass cheeks. Ben’s butt was nearly hairless except for a little peach fuzz right around his hole. I lapped at his ass and managed to slip two fingers easily into him. When I pulled them out, I saw that they were slick with what I was pretty sure was another guy’s load. Ben clenched his muscles down on my fingers and begged for more. I got all four fingers and my thumb inside lubed up and wet with my oozing precum. Ben asked if I minded taking some pics with his phone and I obliged with my other hand. I snapped away as I pulled my hand back so just my fingertips were inside his creamy hole and lined up my raw dick. I slipped inside with just precum and spit as lube. Ben was so wet inside I really didn’t need anything else. He moaned as my cock entered him. When I removed my hand, I was surprised to feel how loose and stretched-out Ben’s hole actually was. I could barely feel the sides of his chute as I pummeled his open sloppy cunt. He groaned and asked if I liked his opened-up pussy. I told him I did and he arched forward making my dick plop out of him. A torrent of white cream sluiced out all over the sheets. Ben asked me to lay down so he could ride me. He handed me his phone and had me make a video of him bouncing up and down on my dick. With his hole so opened up and sloppy, he could really take me deep. He pushed his cheeks together for more friction and got me close to cumming. He then stopped and just sat there, my hard bare dick throbbing deep inside his guts. Ben began to rock up and down reached for his phone. He grinned at me. He asked for my room number and then entered it into his phone and I heard a ‘whoosh’ as he sent it. He then sent the pics and video. He rode me slowly, keeping me rock hard and close to cumming. He looked down at me asking, ‘Remember Peter? My husband? Mind if he joins?’ I didn’t care, but wondered what would happen when he arrived. Also, I thought his choice of words was odd. I’d never met Peter, so how could I remember him? A few minutes later, there was a quiet knock at the door and Ben raised up and off to go answer it. He stood in the open doorway, kissing a man as he loosened his tie and pulled it above his collar. I thought he was undressing his husband, but instead, he stopped as the tie covered the man’s eyes. He tightened the knot back and guided him in. I wasn’t surprised to see that Peter was the guy at the bar on the other side of the empty stool. Ben smiled and led Peter to a chair. He unbuckled Peter’s belt and pushed his pants off before sitting him down. Peter opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. Ben leaned forward and backed his gaped cummy pussy to his husband’s tongue. Peter lapped at Ben’s hole and moaned into it. He turned around, holding Peter’s blindfolded face as he stuck his ass out and rolled it around. Ben and Peter kissed as I rubbed my raw cock against his hole. I easily entered Ben’s slack asshole as he groaned into his husband’s mouth. “He’s fucking me, baby. He’s fucking me raw.’ Peter gulped for air asking, ‘Is he NEG, baby?’ ‘How should I know,’ Ben replied. Ben moaned gleefully saying, ‘Letting a stranger fuck you bareback is so risky!’ Ben turned over his shoulder looking up at me as I pounded my hips into his ass. He winked at me as I pummeled his pussy. I picked up my pace and pounded his bare cunt. I railed Ben’s hole forcing him off his balance and into his husband’s chest and shoulders. I whispered that I was close and they both begged me to fill him up. I shot deep inside Ben and let my cock go soft inside him. As I pulled out, my seed, and likely at least a few other mens’ gushed out of him, splashing on Peter’s crotch and legs. As I went to the bathroom to take a piss and clean up, Ben guided Peter to the floor on his back and sat on his face. Peter lapped at his husband’s used slutty hole as more and more seed slipped out and into his mouth. ‘Yeah, baby. Eat those loads. Enjoy that cum dripping down your throat!’ Peter moaned his approval as he lapped at his husband’s sloppy used cunt. When I came out of the bathroom, the two of them had gone, but Peter had left his business card. It turned out that they lived in my town and were both here on business. I wondered how many guys would fill Ben up again before I bred him again.
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Hello NYC-Guys, I am a bttm visiting from Paris. Mid 30s with a muscular body. Looking for group fun or kinky bondage seasions. New to bb sex but open to collect new experience. Dreaming of getting more than just one load in my ass. Any recommendations for clubs, parties, saunas or apps? So bored of grindr! thanks!
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My Playroom—April, 2022 As soon as I got in my car in the bookstore lot (after the adventure detailed in the last two posts) I got a text from Perry with Cruz’s phone number. The moment I was home, Cruz and I were texting. Among other things, I invited him for a ride in my sling anytime he wanted. He was excited by that. So much so, that just six days later he was coming to my house. He lived to the north of me, but was coming down to visit family closer to my area. He’d play in the morning with his nieces and nephews—and play with me before he went home. He let me know his progress as he hit the road to my house. I set up the playroom, making sure towels were under the bench and sling, and I took the pitcher of water downstairs. Cruz arrived right when he’d estimated he’d get here. He took some time in the shower to make sure the playground was clean. He emerged shiny from the steam, with all that wonderful body hair still slightly damp… I sit on the bed in the playroom and watch him step out of his jock. Cruz is under 30, Latin and somewhere between 5’8” and 5’11”. He is drop dead handsome with a full, dark brown beard. Hair is everywhere on him—hairy chest, hairy legs and the hairiest ass I have had in years. He kneels on the floor between my legs. I love his expectant grin as his gaze goes from my mounded cock bulge up to my face and back again. He burrows into the overstretched fabric with a sigh. The jock pouch is now stretched obscenely. My cock has to come out—and it goes deep into Cruz’s throat. He groans, sucks me down and then pulls off it. “You are bigger than I remember.” Before I can reply, he is giving me the same expert head he had demonstrated in front of the others. He remembers to tongue my balls without any prompting. He even tips me back a little on the bed, to lick my perineum. “I have to taste your ass,” I tell him. I point to the bench. He climbs up and settles in. His eyes are riveted on the mirror in front of him. I stand behind him, at full erection, my cock swaying. I go to my knees and pull his young cheeks apart. My tongue parts the hair and finds his pucker. I tongue prod him—and he opens easily. He is so hot for cock. I lick and spit—leaving trails of saliva on the strands of hair, only to mop them back up with my tongue. Pic ass shot I grease myself up as I rim. I want him. Now. I stand up. My cock slaps his ass cheek. His head comes up so he can watch in the mirror. I run my cock up and down his entire ass crack, leaving the hair glistening with lube and precum. I find his hole—and enter. Cruz grunts and takes me with ease. I give him a moment before I begin to fuck. Our eyes meet in the mirror. I step up the pace. His face contorts. His eyes close. He moans out the pleasure he is feeling. I finally stop. “Do you like the taste of your ass?” I ask, hoping he loves ATM as much as I do. He nods—and I step around for him to clean my cock of his ass jizz. “Leave it good and wet, I’m going back up your butt.” Cruz whimpers. Music to my ears. I pull out of his mouth and push back between the matted hair of his ass…. Pic cock in him. * We’ve switched to the sling. He loves how comfortable is it is over others he’s been in. I can’t keep my tongue out of his butt. I want to ask if he’s ever done any piss—but I don’t want stop rimming. Finally I decide just to piss his ass crack and see what he says. I stand up and let fly—all my hot juices hosing him down. “Fuck!!” he mumbles as he squirms. “So hot…” Yes! I go back to my knees and clean him up. My cock is aching. I stand back up and fuck him. Hard. Chain rattling hard. When I finally stop, he murmurs “Let me taste all that.” I bring him my cock, flavored with my pale piss and his ass. He cleans me hungrily. For a long time. When I pull out of his mouth, I bend down and we kiss. It’s intense—our tongues roaming freely. I go back and fuck him some more. This time when I stop, I keep my dick buried in him and lean across his chest for a long kiss… * “Have you ever been on a rimseat?” He hasn’t—but is totally game. I put down the exercise mat for me to recline on and position the seat at the end of it. I lie down, flip the seat down and tell him to sit. He stands astride it. I love the view of his wet ass above me. He lowers himself carefully into place. My tongue goes deep into his hole the moment he sits. Cruz gasps. “Deep. Damn!” I tongue fuck him happily. For long minutes with him squirming and sighing. I visualize cum dripping from his ass into my mouth. Fuck, I’d love that. Then I realize I could… I tap his legs for him to stand. I get up, too. “I have a condom in the freezer. It has a load of my cum from a pandemic jerk off night. Could I stick it up your ass and eat it out as it melts?” Cruz loves the idea. I go upstairs to get it. I get him back into the sling for the insertion. It’s a hefty load in the end of the condom. I cut off the knot and insert it with a push of my index finger. It starts to melt instantly in his hot ass—leaving a glistening trail clinging to his ass hairs. I quickly lick that up. I stand up and fuck him. I can feel the melting wad of cum just below my shaft. His hole froths, the more I fuck. I pull out and clean that up. I come around to the side, lean over and drool the cum and ass juices into his mouth. He swallows hungrily and we kiss again. I fuck him once more and repeat the snowballing. Now I want the rest for me. I get him out of the sling and back on the seat. My tongue prods into him. I get a drip of my cum onto my tongue. Again. And one drop more. My mouth seals around his hole and I suck his ass. The rest of my cum and his ass jizz begins a constant flow into my mouth. It’s not huge—not like a piss waterfall—but just enough to make my cock ache. A true mind fuck for both of us. He can hear my pleasure as well as feel the cum drip into me. He is groaning now as much as I am. And it’s time to shoot. I don’t want to waste it. Cruz is back in the sling in an instant. I bury my face one last time in his deliciously slimy ass crack and spit it into my hand to coat my cock. I enter him. Hard and fast. He grabs his cock and massages it. I fuck like a man possessed. In moments I can feel my balls letting it go. I shoot—spurt after spurt into his hairy ass… The original is here, and it's worth following the link to see a picture of his ass: From My Side of the Sling: Cruz Takes My Cock and Cum...and a little piss... (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 3, 2022
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BAD SANTA: For most people, Christmas is a time to relax, hang out with family and friends, eat, and just chill. Not me. For me, its’ crazy as fuck, busy as hell, and the most stressful time of the year, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. You see, Christmas time is when I use all my saved up vacation from work to volunteer for my favorite charity and deliver toys and gift bags to needy kids, families, hospital patients, and elderly people throughout the city. Thanksgiving is really when it all starts now. Because of the big shopping days, me and the other volunteers start prepping in early October and by Thanksgiving weekend we have Santa’s Workshops set up in every major mall in the area. At the workshops, parents can have their kids sit on Santa’s lap and do the usual thing, but it’s also a chance for us to share with them the work our charity does, how they can donate gifts or cash for those not as fortunate. Those donations are what let us do the gift bags and in the end it all comes back to Santa and his workshop. Well this year, Santa’s been an asshole. A couple assholes. Usually we don’t have a problem finding good Santas as a lot of folks appreciate the extra pay and cash for pretty easy work. But between some folks moving to a warmer climate, others being too old, and this year a couple Santas who decided being alchoholics would go unnoticed, it’s been hell. So here I am on a Saturday morning frantically interviewing potential Santas for that afternoon’s workshop at two of the malls. If I can’t find somebody, there are going to be a lot of disappointed people. I had just spent the past two hours in a basement interviewing the worst set of Santa-wannabees I had ever seen. Fuck! Maybe – just maybe – there were two that could manage. I had to decide quickly as I would have to call them within a couple of hours to get them to their Workshops on time. I was just packing up my papers when the door opened and in walked a man who made my knees buckle. Tall, dark, about 220 pounds, and a smile that could have been on an angel. He boldly walked over to me and shook my hand, “Hey, DeShawn. Is this where the Santa interviews are happening?” I could only stare. His eyes were a mocha brown with bright flecks of gold and when he shook my hand it felt like little electrical arcs danced up and down my arm making the hairs stand on end. “Oh..Umm..yeah… I’m sorry. You just missed it. The interviews are over.” The guy kicked at one of the folding chairs, “FUCK! Fucking Metro. Look man, sorry…sorry…it’s just you know? Metro? They always fucked up. The train got stuck at L’Enfant Plaza, I had to call my cuz to come pick me up. I really need this man…look to be totally real with you…I just got out recently… of the pen…and not for not super bad shit or whatever…just stupid shit…and…anyways…I…I just need a chance.” Damn. It was the holidays and I did believe in giving folks a chance if I could. “OK,” I said, “But no promises. Here. Fill out this form. I have one opening downtown at City Center and the shifts are 3:00-9:00, Thursday through Sunday and there’s usually other shifts or events on the other days that can get picked up if you want.” DeShawn beamed, and clenched his fist in joy, “Fuck yeah! Thanks my man. Thanks. We doing this in here? Let me just go tell my cuz Andre. Can he sit in here? Chill out while we do whatever?” I nodded, DeShawn hustled outside and a minute later walked back in with another guy who clearly was family as they so closely resembled each other. Andre pushed one of the folding chairs a little to the side, pulled up his jeans then sat down, then reached inside his sweatshirt and pulled out what looked like a joint, put it to his lips, and lit it up. I turned to DeShawn, “Hey, he can’t be smoking weed in here man.” Andre exhaled a thick cloud that smelled heavenly – and I thought hell, this must be what frankincense and myrrh smells like. DeShawn patted me on the shoulder, “No, no, no, he’s not. It’s a little K2, you know spice. It ain’t weed. It’s all good – yo Andre, spark me up.” Andre pulled another smoke out of his pocket, stuck it in his mouth beside the first one, hit it with the lighter, and held out his hand with the now lit spice roll for DeShawn. I watched as DeShawn inhaled deep, closed his eyes, his shoulders relaxed, a small grin spread across his face, he opened his eyes and weaved his head from side to side, “Fuck yeah. Much better. Want to hit it?” Andre’s expression was blank as I glanced at him, then looked back at DeShawn and his offered smoke. “I’ve never done that before. I better not,” I said. DeShawn hit it again and I closed my eyes, enjoying the smell and the slight tingle I felt. He was looking at me when I opened my eyes, his dimples marking the smirk on his face as he held the smoke, then exhaled and said, “Come on. It’s good shit. It’s the fucking holidays man, here, just hold it firm between your lips, inhale deep and hold it. Just once to start, then we’ll see how you do.” I shrugged, took the smoke, and felt really self-conscious having him watch me. So, I closed my eyes, held it to my lips, the heat of the smoke just at the edges of my fingertips and I inhaled deep. FUCKING WOW THAT SMOKE BURNED! But as I let it out, it was like all my fucking tension went POOF and then this nice, warm, even elation flowed over me. Fuck that was good. I wanted more! DeShawn laughed, “Ease up man. It’s your first time. Cuz and I, well we smoke all day so this ain’t nothing. Fuck. This just a taste of a taste for me. If I was really partying...well fuck now you don’t need to hear all that. I still got to interview right?” Oh damn, the interview. Santa’s Workshop. “Yes, yes, yes,” I stammered far quicker than normal. “So tell me why you want to do this?” I did my best to pay attention as DeShawn answered that and several other questions as he completed the application form. Honestly, I didn’t hear squat. The smoke had created this itch, this want, this need in the pit of my stomach – the need to get fucked – and with two hot black men sitting within feet of me it was impossible to focus. I dutifully made some random notes on my clipboard then said, “Yeah – ah – well – I – how about you try on the Santa suit? We might not even have one that fits you.” DeShawn was like a wide-eyed kid as he stepped towards the far wall and the rack of Santa suits. He kicked off his high-top, red sneakers, pulled his t-shirt off and tossed it on the floor, then slid his jeans and underwear right down and stepped out of them and kicked them to side and began flipping through the suits that were hanging up without a care in the world – stark fucking naked! DeShawn paused, pursed his lips a bit as he blew his smoke towards me then said, “Here, have another hit. Do it a couple times this time. I think you’ll be good.” My hand shook as I took the smoke and then glanced at Andre. He was leaning to the side with his left arm resting on his left thigh, his smoke held tight between the thumb and forefinger. When I looked at him his brows furrowed a bit, his eyes focused on me, his left upper lip raised slightly as if to say, “I see you – you fucking cock hound.” I turned my back to Andre and looked at DeShawn who had pulled a suit off the rack. I openly stared at his taught body, his ripped abs, the V of muscle that formed and led the eye to his greatest gift of all – that BIG BLACK COCK – his BBC. Why is it BBC when everyone calls it a dick I wondered? Then I wondered why I thought that. Then I wondered who called it a dick first? Then I almost dropped the smoke as the heat got too close to my fingertips. DeShawn was laughing as he looked at me. He had on Santa’s coat and hat but was naked from the waist down. His dick was long, thick, with very little hair at it’s base and a ridge of foreskin cradling the head. God damn he was sort of hard! “What do you think?” DeShawn asked as he held the coat open and gave me a knowing smile. I was without words as he stepped up to me, took the smoke, hit it once, twice, a third time, then as he exhaled he walked over to Andre and dropped the remainder of it on the floor, which Andre stamped out with his boot. My mouth was dry, I couldn’t focus, well I could but all I could see was a BBC. “Did you know Jesus was black?” DeShawn asked me. What the fuck? I looked at him, confused, and bewildered. He repeated his earlier question, “What do you think?” Did he just shift his hips to make his dick flop around? Is that precum drooling out his piss slit? “I…yeah…yeah you got the job. I just uh…need to call the other Santa and let him know where to go.” I half stumbled to other side of the room as DeShawn and Andre huddled up. Somehow I managed to call one of the other interviewees, told him where to go, and when I hung up and turned back around DeShawn was standing by Andre with another smoke in his hand held out towards me. “Come on. Join us. I want to fucking celebrate. I got time right? Shift does not start for what…4 or 5 hours? We good then. So yo, anyone else coming through this joint? Like co-workers, other Santas or shit?” DeShawn asked. I shook my head no and watched as he sauntered over to the basement door, slid the lock in place, sauntered back, smiled, and said, “Now we can party. You driving? Have to work tomorrow too?” I patted the set of keys in my pocket and shook my head no. He just nodded back, held the smoke to his lips he had held out for me and relit it, then handed it to me and hit the one in his other hand. I joined Andre and DeShawn in sucking on that spice and fuck it felt good. Andre was still sitting in his chair, all chill and relaxed. DeShawn was sort of bouncing off the walls and me, well I was in a bit of a daze just standing there. I realized DeShawn was talking to me and when I looked he was moving his hips back and forth, his long dick smacking first one thigh then the other. I licked my lips. “Yeah fucker you like that shit huh?” DeShawn asked. “You know I can’t focus on doing the job up right when I’m all backed up you hear me? What you think I should do about that?” I looked from DeShawn to Andre and back. No way was this happening. DeShawn stepped right up to me, his breath hot and fierce on my neck as he leaned forward a little and whispered, “SANTA’S GOT TO BUST HIS NUTT. CAN YOU HELP ME OUT? GO ON TOUCH IT. SEE WHAT SANTA HAS BROUGHT TO TOWN.” DeShawn inhaled sharply as I reached out and slid my right hand up and down his hard dick. “That’s it little boy,” DeShawn whispered into my ear, “STROKE THAT MOTHA FUCKA, FEEL THAT DICK SLIME OUT, FUCK I GOT SOME EGGNOG FOR YOU. WHAT YOU SAY? YOU WANT MY EGGNOG? YOU WANT SANTA TO CLIMB DOWN YOUR CHIMNEY? FUCKING LITTLE ELF.” I could only moan as DeShawn now started to nibble on my neck then kiss it before sliding his tongue up and into my ear. I was moaning, my eyes closed, when Andre – who had not said a word the entire time – said, “Finish that blunt then suck my motha fucking dick.” I opened my eyes and saw Andre was standing up now, his fly was open and dick that was a twin of DeShawn’s was hanging free, just waiting for my mouth and to top it off he had found one of the red and green elf hats we use at the Workshop and had plopped it on his head slightly crooked. I inhaled quick and sharp on the smoke I had, dropped it on the floor, put it out with my shoe and watched as DeShawn circled me like a lion on the savannah sizing up the morning’s prey. A BIG BLACK HAND REACHED OUT, DESHAWN GOT RIGHT IN MY FACE AND SAID, “BEND OVA AND SUCK HIS CANDY CANE. I KNOW YOU WANT TO. I KNOW YOU’RE A DICK SUCKA, SO OPEN THAT GOD-DAMN-WHITE-MOUTH AND MILK THAT SHIT.” The sudden, hard edge in his voice was a total turn on and I could only comply with his demands. I bent forward and like a calf to the teat started sucking on Andre’s monster, elf dick. DeShawn knelt behind me and I started to knead my ass with his large hands. I moaned in pleasure, my mind flying, my body alight, my mouth so full. I then realized he was licking my ass, his tongue was pushing onto my hole and I moaned, wanted more, needing to feel it deeper. “WHO SAYS FRUIT CAKE AIN’T TASTY? RIGHT CUZ?” DESHAWN ASKED AND ANDRE LAUGHED IN REPLY. “YOU READY TO GET THAT STOCKING STUFFED? FEEL THAT CHRISTMAS YULE LOG RIDE ON UP IN YOU? FUCKING-A MY BALLS ARE READY TO BLOW THIS NUTT, THAT’S RIGHT, BEND THE FUCK OVA AND SHOW ME HOW MUCH YOU WANT SANTA TO FUCK THAT HOLE.” No, no, no this was not right. I couldn’t. I had obligations. Duties. I had to focus. Oh hell – no matter what I tried my mind was gone, the spice was in charge – no, Santa was in charge and right that second he was pushing his dick into my ass. “Wait wait please,” I said suddenly feeling 100% sober, “You need to put a condom on. OK?” DeShawn slapped my ass hard, “Yeah OK,” he said as he turned me, I heard him sit down hard in one of the folding chairs, his hands gripped my waist hard and as he pulled me back towards him, Andre pushed forward, his dick aiming for my mouth. The fuzzy white trim on the arm of the Santa suit tickled my sides as DeShawn wrapped his left arm around my stomach and pulled me backwards. He then jammed a finger into my spit slicked hole and immediately found my prostate, which sent quivers of joy through my body. “Yeah that fucking honey pot’s ripe, ease on down, there you go…trust…this will feel even better,” DeShawn said. My knees bent slightly and I could feel the bulbous head of his dick pushing against my ass. “Please…no…” I begged again, “The condom….” I could feel the deep rumble of laughter from his chest as DeShawn dismissed my please, “I got you. Hey cuz, let him hit your blunt right quick. OK now, toke on that shit hard and deep into your lungs like 3 or 4 times and each time hold it as long as you can.” I took the smoke from Andre, hit it like DeShawn said, on the 4th time as soon as I sucked it in, Andre took the blunt back, smiled, and took his own hit. The hot rush was coming on like a semi on an ice-slicked road and there was no stopping it and he could tell. My body relaxed, I exhaled two lungs full of smoke and then RAM! I bent my head back, my throat strained to yell, no sound came out just a whimper as DeShawn had used my relaxed state to force his dick inside my ass. DeShawn’s voice was distant through the pain and the spice high, “TAKE THAT FUCKING CANDY CANE. YOU BEEN A BAD BOY? I THINK YOU HAVE, TIME FOR SOME COAL UP THAT STOCKING. DAMN CUZ, JUST WAIT TILL YOU GET UP IN THIS ASS. SHIT’S TIGHT, BUT NOT FOR LONG – RIGHT?” My ass started to bounce up and down on his rough, black dick as DeShawn took me for a ride. When I opened my eyes Andre was standing right in front of me jacking his steel, hard dick and I knew right then he was going to fuck me too. As if on queue, DeShawn stood up with me still impaled on raw dick, reached out and slapped Andre’s outstretched hand, and tagged out. DeShawn yelled, roughly yanked his dick out of my ass, stepped to the side and Andre grabbed me, dug his hands into my hips, turned me to face the chair, bent me forward and slammed his dry dick in. I cried out, they both laughed, Andre pulled back and slammed me again, this time going to the hilt as my ass opened up and let him in. Two big hands were now holding the back of the chair steady and DeShawn bent forward and smiled at my wild eyed, ragged breath self, “TELL SANTA WHAT YOU WANT.” I gasped, shook my head, “FUCK ME, OH PLEASE GOD DAMN FUCK ME.” DeShawn stood up, laughed, “I CAN’T HEAR YOU,” HE SAID. “SANTA THINKS YOU SAID YOU WANTED SOME RAW DICK. IS THAT RIGHT? SANTA THINKS YOU WERE BEGGING FOR THAT SPICED UP EGGNOG DEEP IN THAT HOLE. IS THAT RIGHT? I SAID IS THAT RIGHT, CAUSE IF NOT, WELL….” and with that final word Andre pulled his dick out leaving my ass twitching and in dire need. “THAT’S RIGHT, THAT’S RIGHT, PLEASE STICK IT BACK IN. DON’T…DON’T…”I begged. DeShawn bent forward, “Don’t what?” My eyes focused, I pushed my ass back, “DON’T STOP FUCKING ME UNTIL YOU CUM. I WANT IT ALL. I WANT ALL YOUR CUM, PLEASE, PLEASE CUM IN ME.” DeShawn laughed, patted my head, and I looked back at him and said, “YOUR’E A FUCKING BAD, BAD, SANTA.” The cousins busted out at that and as Andre slammed his dick back into my bruised hole, DeShawn started stroking his drooling meat at eye level and said, “You got not fucking idea.” A couple hours later we laid entangled in a pile of Santa suits, elf costumes, backdrops, and anything else that had been in fuck-stumbling distance that was soft. Holy hell it was going to cost me a fortune to get all that shit dry-cleaned. Andre had me on my side, my left leg raised, as he frothed up the last load he had deposited into my now gaping ass. DeShawn was lying on his back, his dick spent, his balls drained, and Santa was a happy man. I figured he was checking his messages as he was swiping back and forth on his cell phone, chuckling now and then. He then held it out for me to see and there was a picture – nice close up shot – of me with a dick in my mouth. Fuck! DeShawn started swiping again and said, “Happy Holidays. Aiight, time to get it on. Cuz, I’m going to snag your ride, head home quick and shower up for my job.” DeShawn stood up, stretched, and walked over to what appeared to be the only untainted Santa suit. He nodded, “No worries. I got this. Cuz’ll keep you busy I think.” Andre slid out of my ass and I gently reached out and felt my nutt-filled hole. The constant pounding I had taken from both men had all been raw and they had bred me repeatedly, while keeping me spiced up. The cousins were huddled up now, Andre said something that made DeShawn loudly go, “OOOO,” then put his clenched fist in front of his mouth, double over in laughter and joy, and nod his head vigorously in agreement. I stood up, found my clothes on the edge of the pile and started to put them one when DeShawn hollered, “YO GET THAT SLUT ASS OVER HERE.” I walked over and stood by the cousins. Andre had pulled a cigarette out of a pack of Newport 100s and was smoking away and DeShawn looked all set to go and assured me he was good, then said, “YOU EVER SMOKED A DIPPER BEFORE? NO? YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS? NO? WELL LET’S JUST CALL IT A CIGARETTE WITH SOME SPECIAL SPICE ON IT. THAT’S ALL. GIVE ANDRE YOUR KEYS. HE’S GOING TO TAKE YOU ON A SHORT RIDE TO OUR TRAP HOUSE AND GET YOU WETTED OUT. NO WORRIES, HE’LL WATCH OUT FOR YOU AND WHEN I GET OFF MY SHIFT I’LL SWING THROUGH AND SHOW YOU HOW FUCKING BAD SANTA CAN REALLY BE.”
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Loading Osvaldo at Cum-Union
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Grand Rapids—March, 2022 In the months since the Halloween Party where I met and fucked Osvaldo repeatedly, there was not a week that went by where he did not send me a picture of his ass. Or dressed as a Pilgrim. Or as a holiday elf. Or with his new underwear… You get the idea. I did want to fuck him again, but I was in no hurry. Finally the right occasion and timing presented itself—the March CumUnion. I checked that he still wanted to play again. I reminded him that we should both play with others—and encourage others to join us. He was all about that. We set a time… I’m there just ahead of time. I park on the street and go in to get my locker. It’s crowded, but not packed. I keep my boots and add my slightly dirty jock. I snap my wristband in place, toss the towel over my shoulder and go exploring. I see one Latin man, that from the back, might be Osvaldo, but it’s not. I look in on the porn theatre, the sauna, the medical exam table, the glory hole area and the sling. Not much is happening yet, beyond some semi-furtive blow jobs. I sit in the porn area and stroke. When I figure it must be after the appointed hour, I go back to the locker area. And there he is—buried in his phone. His face lights up as he finally notices me. We hug. “Papi, I can’t wait for you to fuck me again.” I nod and we head upstairs to the play area. I choose the medical exam table as the sling is hung far too low for me (and padlocked in place.) Osvaldo willingly drops his towel and bends so his chest is resting on the table. This makes his full ass look even more inviting. I kneel and my tongue burrows in. “Yes! Eat me out, Papi,” he whispers, but his voice get’s louder as he continues “I want you to fuck me hard.” Osvaldo reaches behind him and pulls his cheeks apart. I spit and lick and prod him deeply with my tongue. I finally spit one last time and stand up. His arm grabs his phone and he films my cock slapping his ass cheeks before entering him. When I’m halfway in, he shuts off the phone (which could get us thrown out) and concentrates on the fuck. I fuck him hard, slapping his full ass. He groans each time I do. We get an audience. One man, graying at the temples, strokes to seeing me fuck a man half my age. He gets quite close to us, watching my cock slice into Osvaldo. “He has another hole,” I point out. Osvaldo reaches out and guides the bigger than average cock into his mouth. He looks damn good with two dicks in him. The guy in his mouth smiles at me and begins pumping his dick into Osvaldo. He stops fairly fast—he doesn’t want to cum. I pull out and go back to eating ass—now freshly fucked and juicy. Osvaldo whimpers. I hear his voice change, so I stand up. A kid his own age has his dick in Osvaldo’s mouth. I nod at him and slip my cock back into the wet ass. I reach across the boy servicing us and run my hand over the kid’s very hairy chest. Osvaldo clamps down on my cock, so I fuck him harder. The kid pulls out, too, before his blows. The night is young, after all. We go and try the sling. The unadjustable chains make me do very deep knee bends to get into him. It hurts. We go back to the exam table. This time I get him on his back—making sure his head hangs over the edge so he can be throat fucked, too. I start in his mouth with a “Taste your ass on my cock.” I slide into him as he shivers at the words. “Get me good and wet, I’m not using any other lube for your ass.” He does—leaving great gobs of his spit on my dick. I move around and sink into his butt. An African-American around my age comes over and asks if he may use my boy’s mouth. “Please,” I tell him. We fuck into our Latin sandwich in rhythm together. Three other men stroke to our fucking—but won’t come any closer to us. I offer the guy in Osvaldo’s mouth to take my place. He considers it, but declines. When the guy goes—so does our crowd. We switch his position back to his chest on the table. Osvaldo pulls his phone out again and aims it over his shoulder as I fuck him. (He sends them to me, and not one is good enough to be used here.) I take his phone, turn on the flash and take the picture. PIC We break. I tell him to have fun—as will I. He goes downstairs and I have no idea what he does other than get his phone in his locker. I sit in the easy chair by the sling and get head from two different men. The first is horrible at it—the second is wonderful. Osvaldo find me with the second guy. Without missing a beat, he worms under the cocksucker so he can suck my balls as the guy continues to blow me. When we break, I suggest going to the glory hole room. It is more private—and I’m hoping others will feel like fucking Osvaldo in a darker area. No one is there. I bend Osvaldo over a chair behind the wall and eat his wet, wet ass. My beard is covered in his juices. Could it be a load in him, too? I can’t tell—or care. I stand and fuck him. My hips smacking his ass draw two guys to stand next to us. One goes in his mouth—the other jerks. I fuck harder. I ask the guy in his mouth if he’d like his ass. He nods. I expect the guy to come to my side of Osvaldo, but instead the Osvaldo pivots and slips his hole right on the saliva slick dick he had been sucking. As soon the guy starts fucking, Osvaldo takes me into his mouth. “Ah, shit,” the guy fucking him mumbles. “Is it alright to shoot in him?” I say yes. And Osvaldo nods. “Well, good. I just did.” The guy pulls out. Osvaldo pivots again to clean his cock. When he leaves, the stroking guy is sucked by Osvaldo. “You want to fuck, too?” “Yeah…” Osvaldo pivots. The guy fucks and loads that hot butt. I love the new feel of his ass—incredibly creamy. Guys keep finding us. Most try his mouth. Not all fuck him—but enough. Two more cream his ass under my watchful eye. We break again. I go refill my water bottle while he stays there. When I get back I am pleasantly surprised to see that Osvaldo is fucking one of the men who loaded him. I had no idea the kid was versatile. * We fuck on the exam table again. It’s getting late--and we both really like the feel behind the glory hole wall. W go back. It’s crowded now. At least six men are there—all sucking or getting sucked. There is just room for me to bend Osvaldo to suck a jerker—and for me to fuck him. We become the focus. A man who was getting sucked shoots all over Osvaldo’s face. I give way to another man to seed him. I clean the man’s cock as he pulls out. Doing that is enough to flip my trigger. I slide into Osvaldo. “You want my cum?” He grunts an affirmative around the cock in his mouth. I pick up speed. The cum in his ass is being churned with that sort of sloshing sound I love. Everyone back there knows exactly what they are hearing. Another guy, nowhere near us feeds his load, noisily, to a cocksucker. I grunt three or four times and begin firing into him. Osvaldo braces himself and takes it. I slam into him one last time and collapse on his sweaty back… The original post, with a picture he sent me, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Loading Osvaldo at CumUnion (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) April 24, 2022 -
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Joey.... Joey loved to be the center of attention and his natural gifts has never failed him. Joey's golden blonde hair and bluest eyes hasn't failed him to get all the girls he wanted. His 6ft tall body was naturally toned and covered with golden fuzz all over which drove the girls crazy for some reason. He also had the biggest cock in school reaching over 8" when it was hard. Just the sight of his big white cock could make most girls and even some boys be mesmerized and Joey loved it. He wasted no time as he entered the locker room to strip his clothes to get ready for his first wrestling team meeting today. Before he put his jock and the singlet on, he walked over to the mirror and flexed around loving the eyes of his friends admiring his beautiful body. His cock started to get semi-hard as he enjoyed the boys eyes on him. He swaggered over to his locker and bent down to pick up his jock and he even felt some boys stare at his pink hole between his golden mounds of muscled ass. Joey took his time to put on a show for other boys a bit before he started to get up when he felt something in the air that he never felt before. As Joey put his jock on and adjusted his cock, he looked over his shoulder to the source this stir in the air. Momentarily Joey's body forgot to move as he saw one of the darkest person standing behind him. He was maybe an inch taller that Joey but his body muscles were massive and his cock was massive as well. It was as big as Joey's 8" and it wasn't even hard. "Hi, I am Jason and I am new." A deep voice brought Joey's attention to the hand extended to him offering a handshake and that's when Joey realiized that his hand was still inside his jock holding his own rapidly growing cock. Joey felt himself blushing all over as Jason took his hand back. "Ummmm, let's skip the handshake for now. So you must be Joey." "Yes." Joey replied softly and turned around to get his singlet out of his locker. For some reason, his knees felt weak and he lost his balance as he turned to his locker. Jason's arms were quick to wrap around his waist to save Joey from falling on the floor. "Be careful, Joey. I want you down on the floor when I pin you dow during our match not in the locker room." Jason's laugh made Joey feel weak again and Joey felt Jason's naked body standing closer behind him to give him a better support. Joey's heart started to beat almost ouf of his chest as Joey felt Jason's body heat on the length of his naked back and Jason's cock on butt. "Easy boy." Joey felt Jason lightly push him away as Joey started to push his butt out to feel more of Jason's cock wihtout realizing what he was doing. Joey felt shame and embarassment but his cock stood bigger than ever. Joey hurriedly finished getting dressed and walked away from Jason but not before he saw Jason's cock getting semi-hard and growing to a size that Joey could never imagine on a human body. Jason and the rest of his team joined Joey in the gymnasium. They always had the wrestling team's gym's temperature set up high to make everyone sweat during the practice as it helped with the weight management as well. However Joey felt it was almost unbearable today as Jason stood close to him. When the door opened, instead of Mr. Smith, there was a black giant whose face resembled Jason's. Everyone admired and welcomed the two big strong black men newly joining them. However Joey was uneasy with new feelings these two men started in him however Joey felt strong connection with two men as well. As the coach ordered the team to break up in two to stretch, Joey and Jason faced each other as they both felt so naturally drawn. Even the whole team seemed to accept their coupling as if it was the most natural thing and didn't crowd around Joey as they normally do. After few minutes of stretching, the coach told them to play around with their partner for a while. At no time, Jason had pinned Joey down and used his body weight to push him down. Strangely Joey didn't fight hard as he felt safe and comfortable with his new position. New coach came by them few times and made eye contact with Joey before walking away to attend others. That's how Joey met Jason and his new coach, James.... and Joey's new life began.
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sluttyhungtop01 posted a topic in Toronto Metro Area
The fantasy (much much more a reality) is to have a jocky/athletic build good looking guy who almost exclusively loves to serve/service black men. And I mean the type whom would be willing to do ANYTHING to make their black master happy. One who is more or less blue collar/average in the streets but a complete bitch boy urinal cumdump in the sheets who's goal is to be used over and over again-whether by one dom or multiple at any given time. To be a personal fucktoy... a walking, breathing flashlight...a hole whom happens to have a name is all you desire Does such a person(thing) exist in this city?- 9 replies
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Chapter 1: The Aftermath Andrew sat beside the bed, resting his hand on the left hand of Markus. Did Markus even know he was there? He couldn’t tell. Markus was penned in place by an array of wires, tubes, and cuffs, and surrounded by pumps, IV drips, and monitors. Large areas of his face, right arm, and right leg were swathed in bandages. The room was filled with the sounds of bleeping machines and the steady rhythmic whoosh of the respirator. There was no other sound. The figure on the bed lay still. This was the fourth day now that Andrew had kept this vigil beside his man. Three nights had passed since he had received the call to go to the Vancouver hospital because Markus had been in an accident. Andrew had burned up the roads, trying to get to the hospital as quickly as possible. Once there, he’d stared in shocked disbelief at the still figure while the doctor had droned on and on. Words and phrases like “… severe burns to the arm and leg… several rib fractures… soft tissue injuries… inflammation… possible brain damage… induced coma…” had washed over him without any of it registering. The doctor had needed to explain it all to him again, patiently, the next day. Andrew couldn’t comprehend, he couldn’t fathom, how a man as vital and vigorous, as endlessly energetic as Markus, could possibly be lying there, unmoving. It reminded him of a fairy tale where the hero or heroine was entrapped by an evil magic spell and would be held immobile until released by the coming of love, expressed by a kiss. With that thought, he’d tried kissing Markus. It hadn’t worked, and Andrew had then felt like a complete idiot for even hoping that it might help. And the whole day had started off so normally. Andrew usually wound up sleeping on his face, and (as so often before) he slowly came awake to the unmistakable sensation of Markus sliding a wet tongue between his ass cheeks, probing gently at his hole. Andrew squirmed and moaned gently as he felt that delicious sensation of the warm, wet tongue prodding at him, getting him wet, and then pushing to try to enter him. Markus was an absolute master of this use of the tongue as a warm-up to something bigger and firmer. Andrew spread his legs wider apart and relaxed into the feeling as Markus continued to lap at his ass crack, washing the sides of his cheeks and poking at the tight little opening. Then he felt the finger rubbing gently at his anus, rubbing and pressing, seeking to open him up. It was that finger that found the way in first, and the tongue soon followed. As always, Markus took his time, thoroughly enjoying making love to his man’s ass, sliding his tongue in and then alternating with the finger, twisting around, eventually finding and stroking the prostate. By now, Andrew was thoroughly awake and his cock was well on its way to becoming fully hard. He knew perfectly well that Markus would have been hard even before he began, and that made his patience and perseverance all the more amazing. When it came to sex, though, Markus was never in a hurry. Taking his time was far too enjoyable. At last, the tongue and finger withdrew, and Markus began to move. Andrew felt him sliding up his back, his firm pecs rubbing across Andrew’s back muscles, and then the rigid pole sliding into the crack between his buns. Even now, Markus didn’t rush, letting his cock slide along Andrew’s crack, up and down, as he gently humped his husband’s butt. Finally, though, Andrew started getting impatient. He was passing beyond wanting Markus inside his body to the point of needing it, needing his man’s cock to be fully buried inside him. He pushed his ass up, and said, “Give me that beautiful cock, Markus. Slide it right inside me and show me how you can make love to my ass.” “You want my cock, Andrew?” “God, yes. I want it now, and you’re driving me crazy by teasing me – and you know it!” Markus gave an ironic little laugh, and said, “All right, then. You know I always give you whatever you want.” With that, he reached down, took his thick shaft in his hand and placed the tip against Andrew’s hole, now thoroughly wetted and loosened. He then began to lean on it, firmly but still without haste. There was a gasp below him as the head pushed its way inside, but not a sound of protest – more of a sound of relief that the teasing was finally over and the action was beginning. Markus continued to push downwards, sliding the entire eight-inch shaft behind the head into Andrew’s tight fuck channel. His dick was an unusual shape, getting thicker towards the base, and Andrew loved the sensation as Markus reached full penetration, then stopped at the point where his hole was stretched to its widest around that beautiful cock. “God, Markus, that feels so incredible, you’re stretching me so wide.” “It feels amazing to me too, Andrew – every time.” And with that, Markus began to move out and back in, sliding his cock deep inside his husband’s muscular ass and then withdrawing until only the head was clasped by the ring of muscle. As he moved, he slowly increased the speed until he was steadily pumping into Andrew’s hole, still without haste but driving fully and deeply in on every stroke. Andrew moaned in ecstasy as Markus plowed him deep. Markus reared up on his arms into push-up position, needing more leverage, and his muscles flexed as he continued to pick up speed, the flop of blond hair across his forehead bouncing up and down as he fucked faster and faster. In another minute or so, he was going at close to full speed, his hips making a loud “smack” each time he slammed down into Andrew’s firm, muscular ass. His breathing was coming shorter and faster as the fuck strokes continued to gain speed, and he knew he was going to explode very soon. Andrew knew it too. He heard the rapid breathing, and shoved his hand under himself, grabbing hold of his own cock and jerking it forcefully. He knew how much Markus loved to be talked through his climax. “Yeah, Markus, yeah. Fuck me harder, you stud. Give it all to me, deep and hard. I want you to cum in me, to breed me deep. Cum inside me! Fucking give me that whole load!” Markus was now gasping and groaning as Andrew clamped the hole down tightly on his cock on each thrust. “Cum in my ass!” That final cry pulled the trigger. Markus slammed all the way into Andrew and held it there as the first three big shots of cream erupted deep inside Andrew’s ass, then followed with a quick series of short slams against the cheeks as the rest of his load streamed out into his man’s hole. As soon as Andrew felt Markus cumming in him, he twisted and groaned and let his own load erupt out onto the bed underneath him, soaking the sheets with a generous blast of cum. Then Markus collapsed onto Andrew’s back, his arms unable to hold him up any longer. Andrew reached up and back with both arms, stroking his husband’s firm body as he panted for air in the aftermath of orgasm. Then he turned his head to the side, allowing Markus to seek out his mouth for some intense kissing while they were still riding the high of cumming right together. When evening came, it was typically Andrew’s turn to fuck Markus and load him up. Andrew’s fucking style was more forceful, more energetic, and faster overall, yet they still managed to cum right together more often than not, and frequently Markus would cum without even touching himself. Andrew had driven home that afternoon, all set to give Markus a fuck for the record books – and then had found himself, instead, sitting in the hospital, staring wide-eyed at an unconscious, immobile body. On the second day, Andrew had found himself frantically jerking off in the shower. He was all primed by force of habit to be fucked and to cum, and he had to get it out of his system before he could do anything else. It was on the third day that Andrew’s brother, Chad, and his wife, Alicia, had arrived from Toronto. The two brothers had always been close, right from boyhood, and finding out that Andrew was gay hadn’t disturbed Chad in the slightest. He’d suspected that even before Andrew himself had figured it out. “Chad. Thank God you could come.” “Of course I came. I’m worried about you, bro.” “Thank you for coming too, Alicia.” She said nothing, but hugged Andrew hard and long. That hug was a speech in itself. Unlike Chad, Alicia had never really felt much at ease around Andrew and Markus, taking refuge in polite but stiff formality. With the passage of time, though, she had gradually begun to realize that maybe, just maybe, her fiercely religious and moralistic family upbringing hadn’t given her as many of life’s answers as she used to think. The three of them had sat and talked about what had happened, while Andrew continued stroking the hand that didn’t respond by so much as a twitch. Chad saw that, and his worry and concentration deepened. At last, he came right to the point. “Andrew, you need to get out of here. You need to take a breather for a few hours at least.” “No! I can’t. I won’t. He might wake up. I need to be here if he wakes up!” “Andrew. What are the doctors saying?” “It’s… he’s in a coma. Induced coma.” “Andrew, he’s not going to wake up until they feel sure it’s safe. Until then, they’re going to keep him unconscious, to help his brain to heal.” “But, Chad, I know he can hear me. He has to hear me. He has to know I’m here with him.” “Andrew!” Chad’s voice came out in an abrupt bark. “You need to take a break. You’re on the thin edge of cracking apart from the stress, you’re wound as tight as a strung bow, and if you snap, that’s not going to help Markus at all. Come on, we’re going out.” Andrew kept trying to fight back but soon ran out of steam and slowed to a stop, like a nursery toy that had run down and needed to be wound up again. In the end, it was sheer emotional exhaustion that decided the argument. Andrew stood up, Chad and Alicia got on either side of him and took his arms, and the three of them walked out of the hospital. Outside, Andrew was almost shocked to see the setting sun touching the mountaintops with rose-tinged light, glimpsed through the trees in the park across the road. He’d been convinced that it was deep, dark night. But it was light, the world was awake, people were hurrying by on foot, on bicycles, in cars, and he took a deep breath and felt a bit of the tension leave him. They walked around the corner to a small seafood restaurant, eating an excellent meal and having a couple of glasses of wine each. It was the first decent meal Andrew had enjoyed since that awful phone call. He could feel his frozen brain beginning to thaw a little more. During dinner, conversation turned to their parents. Their mother, Chloe, was recovering from surgery in Ottawa and since she was now in her eighties it was a prolonged process, so it hadn’t been possible for them to come west. Chad had filled them in as much as he knew about what was happening. He would talk to them again, but he also urged his brother to call home. “You know that Mom and Dad love Markus as much as they love us, and Mom especially is going out of her mind with worry. It’ll do both of you good if you talk with her tomorrow – it’ll be too late tonight with the time change.” Andrew nodded agreement. Then Chad changed the subject, cautiously moving onto more painful ground. “Before I forget, I talked to Uncle Tommy as well.” Andrew immediately stiffened. Chad knew it was a sore spot, but it had to be said. “He’s really worried about you, too.” Andrew didn’t look up, but instead spoke to the table cloth. “I can’t talk about that right now.” Chad sighed. He’d guessed right -- Andrew was still struggling with the intense pain of that loss a few months earlier. They’d both gone to Alcantara for their Uncle Rich’s funeral. Both of them had liked the older man very much, but in Andrew’s case the liking had soared to the edge of hero worship. Rich, their mother’s older brother, and his husband Tommy, had been the first people Andrew had told when he’d decided to come out, even before telling his brother and parents. The safe zone they’d represented for him had been one of the biggest anchors of his entire adult life. Their wise advice and experience had kept him afloat through a couple of early and disastrous attempts at relationships. They had expressed real pleasure when he met Markus and introduced him to the older couple on a video call. His two uncles had come to the wedding when he married Markus, making a wickedly funny joint speech about their nephew that had the entire audience – including Andrew and Markus -- roaring with laughter. The special relationship they enjoyed just went from strength to strength as the years rolled by. They’d visited with each other frequently, taking turns doing the travelling, and even gone on joint vacations. No doubt some of the people who saw the older and younger gay couples going places and doing things together had speculated about possibly kinky daddy and boy antics in the bedroom but, as it happened, sex hadn’t played any part in their relationship – although they had all loved each other dearly. Now, Rich was gone, and both Tommy and Andrew were suffering. Chad knew better than to force the subject, so he changed to another topic. Time enough to return to that later. As the dinner ended, Alicia was the one who suggested to Andrew that he come and stay with them. “We rented a condo for a couple of weeks, and you might want to use the spare bedroom. Just so you can have some company in the morning when you wake up.” To his own surprise, and theirs, Andrew found himself agreeing. His state of exhaustion was such that, when he undressed and fell into bed, he went out like a light and didn’t wake up for nearly ten hours. In the morning, over breakfast and coffee, Chad said, “Andrew, do you want to come over and stay here with us for the next week or so? Maybe better than being at home alone right now.” Andrew thought about it for a moment, and silently nodded his head. “Okay, after we finish breakfast, let’s go over to your place and you can pack a bag, then we can drop it back here before we go on to the hospital.” By the time they reached the hospital, Andrew had calmed down and unwound far enough that he actually followed and took in everything the doctor was saying. At first, the report sounded positive. The pressure and inflammation in the brain was decreasing, and the doctor felt sure that in three more days they could slowly allow Markus to emerge from the induced coma. But then, as the doctor went on, Andrew felt his stomach sinking back down into his shoes. “There is some evidence of possible brain damage. It’s not likely irreversible, but when he wakes up he may display signs of memory loss, perhaps extending back some time before the accident.” Chad gripped Andrew’s shoulders firmly as he sensed his brother losing his cool, composed manner again. “Can you tell us anything more, doctor?” “At this point, no. We will only know more when he does recover consciousness. At the least, he will certainly be in the hospital for several weeks more because of his physical injuries, followed by an extended period of physiotherapy.” It was an unnerving prognosis, and Chad could see that Andrew was thoroughly scared of what might happen when Markus did wake up. Chad stuck close to him for much of the day, finally leaving at about 4:00. After that, Andrew was sitting alone again by the bedside, while Chad and Alicia were off visiting some friends in Vancouver. He was again gently stroking his man’s hand, trying to will his soul to penetrate the dense fog of the induced coma and make contact with the soul of Markus. Andrew’s concentration was so intense that he didn’t even hear the footsteps entering the room behind him. But he did hear the voice, a voice deeply familiar to him, even though it was nearly half a year since he had last heard it. “Andrew.” He stood and turned, his eyes staring wide open on a gasp at the sight of that lined and tanned Asiatic face, the wise, ageing eyes brimming over with sorrow and concern. “Uncle… Uncle Tommy….” And then, just like the frightened little child he had been so long ago, he suddenly raced into his uncle’s arms and they held each other tightly, fiercely, as they sobbed out their stress and their grief together. After that first emotional storm had passed, Andrew found that the dam had burst and he could hardly wait to have a long, intense talk with his uncle. There was so much for both of them to say, as he well knew, so much that they couldn’t really share with the rest of the family as openly as they could with each other – this above all, because of the special commonality and affection between them. Andrew sent a quick text message to Chad, telling him they were going out (but not where they were going), and they headed off to have a long dinner together. Tommy talked at length about his own emotional stresses from losing Rich, his husband of nearly half a century. It helped Andrew immensely to hear that they shared many of the same emotional triggers, even if the precise causes were different. But were they? Even now, Andrew couldn’t rid himself of the nagging suspicion that things were going to go wrong, that Markus might still die. It was time. He forced himself to drag his fears into the open, to speak them out, to give them life and dimension by putting them into words. Even now, although he couldn’t bring himself to put it quite so bluntly, the fear that he was going to lose Markus hovered behind all the emotional stress that he was describing to his uncle. But Tommy fully understood this fear, too. He put his hand over Andrew’s and gave it a friendly, familial squeeze. “Andrew, you’re worrying too much. You can easily waste half of your life worrying about what might happen, only to find that it doesn’t work out that way. Rich was often like that too. You can’t know yet exactly what will happen, but Markus is just like you – vigorous, energetic, active, and careful about his health. Whatever exactly comes when he wakes up, you can be sure that both of you are good for many more years yet. Just look at his family, and then look at your parents, and your uncle. Good genes.” And Tommy gave Andrew a jaunty wink in which Andrew could clearly see the witty, bubbly young PhD student who had so captivated his uncle. Finally, at ten o’clock, the restaurant owner had to ask them to leave as it was closing time. Tommy picked up the bill, over Andrew’s protests. “Uncle Tommy, please let me take care of it. You’re the one who had to travel all that way to get here!” “Quite all right, Andrew, I’d been hoping for an invitation for a while so, when this happened, I just invited myself. Rich would have beaten both of us to the bill if he’d been here.” Tommy chuckled, Andrew joined him, and then the older man’s face began to crumple. Andrew drew him into a strong hug, holding him close as he cried silently. The restaurant owner stood by patiently, divining that this was much more than just another couple having dinner. Finally, Tommy regained control, and they walked out into the night, noting the full moon shining down on the still-busy streets. As they went, Tommy apologized to the restaurant owner for holding him up so long – an entirely characteristic action. Andrew walked Tommy to his hotel, and then took the SkyTrain back to the condo that Chad and Alicia had rented. He was glad to be alone. It was a silent, thoughtful ride. They’d given him his own key and door pass so getting into the building and the suite was not a problem. He found Chad and Alicia sharing a glass of wine and could guess, from the sudden silence, that they were talking about him. “How did it go?” Chad asked. “Better than I feared,” Andrew replied. “We both needed to talk. It helped.” “Helped you or him?” “Both of us.” “How long is he staying?” “He didn’t say, but I’m sure he didn’t fly all this way just to turn around and head back to Alcantara tomorrow.” Chad and Alicia nodded. “I expect he’ll come by the hospital again tomorrow.” “We’ll see him then,” Alicia said, and for once she didn’t look nervous at the thought of again meeting the famous gay uncle. Chad could sense the change in her, and it pleased him immensely. Andrew slept well. In his dreams, he was a young man again, meeting Markus for the first time – but instead of the beachfront park in Vancouver, he met Markus on the beach at Bahía de la Paz in Alcantara, and when Markus drew close to Andrew, he had the face of the young Tommy which Andrew had so often seen in photographs. He awoke then, realizing that Tommy and Markus were actually like each other in ways he had never understood before this night. Did that mean he was also more like his Uncle Rich than he had guessed? Tommy had hinted at such a resemblance, but perhaps it went deeper than the single point Tommy had mentioned. Musing like this, he fell asleep easily again and slept the rest of the night in peace and tranquility. The next day, while eating lunch with his uncle in the hotel café, Andrew narrated his dream. Tommy smiled, wistfully, obviously sunk in his own memories of his lost love for a moment. Then he spoke. “Did Rich ever tell you how we met?” “He told me that he met you at an embassy reception in Ottawa, and then again a couple of years later after you had moved to Alcantara.” Tommy smiled. “Just that?” Andrew nodded, and Tommy went on. “Andrew, I spotted him lying out, enjoying the sun on the beach at Bahía de la Paz, and went over to speak to him. That’s when I recognized him as the tall, handsome lawyer who had captivated me at that embassy reception.” “Wow.” “I think Rich was talking to you in your dreams last night. I’m sure he’s keeping as close to you as he can right now. He always cared so much about you and was so proud of you, almost as if you were his own son.” Andrew decided to risk a personal question. A bit hesitantly, he asked, “Do you feel him close to you as well?” Tommy chuckled. “Andrew, you don’t have to hesitate to ask me anything. We don’t keep secrets from each other, remember? That’s how the four of us have always rolled. Yes, I do feel him close sometimes. Not as often as I could wish and not as close as I want, but still….” Andrew sat silently, watching and waiting, until Tommy went on. “Rich had some truly awful experiences when he was younger. So did I. We lived through them, and we learned from our mistakes, and when we met each other, we were ready to live and love fully. He wouldn’t want the pain of our loss, or of this horror show you’re going through now, to ruin our lives but he would want, and expect, that we would not just get through it but learn from it all.” Coming from anyone else, those words would have sounded just too trite, too pat, to be credible – but when it was Tommy saying it, with all the wisdom of his seventy-five years, it made more sense to Andrew. Perhaps that was not least because Tommy was one person whose only personal stake in pulling him through was the same kind of enduring love that had held him and Rich together for over 40 years and had drawn Andrew and Markus so close to both of them as well. Two days later, on Monday afternoon, with all four of them present, the doctor explained that he was now ready to start releasing Markus from his coma. It would take, he said, about 24 hours, give or take, so he would not likely wake up and become responsive until some time around noon or later on Tuesday. Chad, Alicia, and Tommy all told Andrew that they would be there with him when that happened. That night, all of them slept restlessly, disturbed by strange dreams, as if the same spirit of disquiet was invading all of their minds simultaneously. The next day, they assembled again in the room, and waited. With them were a nurse and the doctor. The doctor warned them all to keep back a bit from the bed in case anything happened and he or the nurse had to intervene suddenly. Tommy was the most patient of them all. Alicia was second-best, keeping her arm draped over Chad’s shoulders so he would know she was with him. Andrew, understandably, was the edgiest of all. He just couldn’t wait any longer to see and be seen, to speak and be heard, to kiss the man he loved, even though full-throttle hugging was impossible due to the profusion of wires and tubes. At last, Markus began to stir. His head turned a bit from side to side, his eyelids fluttered for a moment but didn’t open. Then his arms and legs began to move slightly. The doctor was watching closely. “Motor function in all four extremities,” he muttered to himself, making a note on his chart. Markus blinked, and his eyelids rolled back, revealing those startlingly blue eyes which had so enthralled Andrew when they first met. He was staring upwards at the ceiling, not focusing, plainly trying to decipher what he was seeing. His mouth opened, and there came first a couple of inarticulate sounds, and then – startlingly clear – a name. “Werner.” “Who?” Alicia whispered. Andrew put up a warning hand, indicating silence. The eyes of the man in the bed began to move, swinging slowly down from the ceiling until he took in the group of people watching him so avidly. He looked faintly puzzled. “Hello, Markus,” the doctor said in a matter-of-fact voice. “Uh… you look like… must be a doctor.” “That’s right. I’m Dr. Preston.” At that point, Andrew couldn’t hold himself any longer. He stepped up to the bed. “Markus, my love, it’s me. Andrew.” “Who?” Andrew’s face fell to the floor. “Werner? No, you’re not Werner. Who are you?” At that, Andrew’s composure cracked. He dropped Markus’ hand, turned, and walked swiftly out of the room, leaving Markus staring in a puzzled way at the spot where he had stood. Chad began to follow, but Tommy put out a hand to stop him, and said, “No. Let me go.” As Tommy left, Markus began talking again. “That wasn’t Werner. Where is he?” And then, on a steadily rising note of panic and anger, “What have you done with Werner? I want to see him! Where is he???” The doctor said, quickly and quietly, “You’d better go. You’re doing more harm than good being here. I may have to give him a sedative.” “We’ll be in the waiting area,” Chad replied as they left. Out in the hall, Chad and Alicia looked at each other, wide-eyed. It was clear to both of them that Andrew’s nightmare was just beginning.
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Giving Them What They Want
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Jackson—March, 2022 It’s always nice to be wanted. The Cub who took my load in February, after a marathon of bookstore sex, sent me a text. He was hoping I could breed him again at the bookstore. It was a Saturday morning when I got his message. I knew I was going to play somewhere that day, so it was an easy decision to say ‘yes’ to him. We set a time. We both wanted to play at the same place in Jackson, with its many screens of porn. I quickly packed a lunch for later and hit the road… I’m early. The parking lot is not crowded, but there are enough vehicles to suggest a potential good time. I go in and pay. I say polite things about the owner’s tiny dog, who stands on the counter as I am handed my ticket. The lounge is fairly empty. A couple of guys just groping themselves at the straight screen. A guy jerking in the secluded Trans area. I go to the gay area. There’s my guy—sucking off one Daddy while jerking on a second one. He acknowledges my arrival and looks slightly embarrassed to have started without me. He obviously doesn’t know me…I find him hotter for wanting more dick. I sit nearby and get my cock out. The guy he’s jerking pulls away and comes over to me. He is older with very soft hands. He strokes my dick to full erection. The guy the Cub is sucking is getting close. His breathing is ragged. He suddenly stands up, pulling his dick out of the Cub’s mouth and shoots his load on the floor. It’s a massive load and a real waste of cum. The guy pulls himself together and leaves. The Cub turns to me. “You want to fuck me now?” “Sure.” He comes closer and all but whispers in my ear, “Let’s go downstairs to the booths.” I tell him I find them cramped and I didn’t pay for them. Instead he walks out into the main area. I follow, trying to fit my erection back in my pants—which proves hopeless. He nods toward the smallest area. It has a curtain to close it and seems to alternate between bondage porn and hetro grannies with young men. I am relieved that today it is showing straight Black guys on barely legal girls. There is just the big television and one chair. The Cub closes the curtain before he strips down to just socks, tossing his clothes in the corner. “Get on the chair. Knees on the seat.” He does—presenting me with his hairy ass. I go to my knees. I lick and stroke. The Cub grunts contentedly. The curtains open. A 40-something guy looks in, his cock in his hand. I’ve seen him watching the straight vids. He mumbles an apology, and starts to leave. “Let me suck that,” the Cub whispers loudly. I see the guy stop, consider and then come in, closing the curtains behind him. He strokes, close to the Cubs face, as he watches me eat out the hole I am about to fuck. I stand up. My cock slaps the Cub’s butt. Straight Guy has a nice dick, but he gasps as he sees mine. I prod the Cub’s butthole—and it flowers open. I sink in a good two inches. Straight Guy steps in and gives his uncut cock to the Cub, who sucks it in with enthusiasm. “How can he take it?” asks Straight Guy. “He loves big daddy dick,” I tell him truthfully. I love seeing the kid spit-roasted. The guy in the Cub’s mouth begins to fuck his face at the same speed I am fucking his ass. The Cub is jerking himself. I don’t think those two can last long. “Do you want to try his ass?” Straight Guy looks at me. “I’m too close.” A couple more strokes and the guy is exploding in the Cub’s mouth. I feel the Cub’s ass constrict on my cock. I am sure he is cumming all over the chair seat. But he manages to swallow all Straight Guy has to offer and to clean his cock up. As SG leaves, the Cub asks me to stop plowing. He has indeed shot a massive load. “Sorry, I can’t take anymore after I shoot.” He cleans up and takes off. The fuck was maybe twelve minutes. I go to see what other trouble I can get into… * The rest of the men on this particular Saturday seem to think stroking my cock is the ultimate form of sex. I have good hand jobs and horrible ones. Not one remotely gets me off. Eventually I find one man who sucks my cock in the main room. He seems to love to show off that he can take me. He’s a good bit older than I. His knees give out quickly. But he is good and I tell him so. He goes off for lunch—telling me I should fuck him when he gets back. I eat my own lunch in the car. I stroke to 2 men, 1 women porn. My cocksucker comes back. He nods and leads me to the Trans area. He drops his pants. “I dropped by the house to make sure I was ready for you,” he whispers. I thank him. And I think my cock will, too. He leans forward braced against the wall—staying off his knees. I kneel and begin licking his freshly prepped ass. He begins to whimper. It sounds more like crying than a sexual reaction. I stop. “You ok?” He nods. Then turns to me and pulls me to my feet. He kisses me, holding me tightly. When he finally lets me go, he whispers “No one has done that to me in years. Literally.” “Then let me worship your ass.” “You really want to?” He can’t seem to believe me. I hug him again and guide him back to the lean he was doing. I kneel and give him the best rim job I know how to do. I am deep in his hole one minute—and sucking on his ass lips the next. He whimpers again—but now it’s the sound of sexual gratification. “Put that beautiful dick in me,” he pants. “Please.” I lick a little more before I stand up. I have made him so wet, I have no problem getting into him. He gasps. And then tells me to fuck him. “Hard. As hard as you want.” I begin a slow pump and build quickly. I really want to give him just what he needs. “Will you shoot in me?” he pants. “Do you want me to?” “Oh, fuck, yes…” I fuck him harder. I am surprised to feel that I am close to cumming. “I’m close…” “Oh, God. Please. Give me your cum.” His whispering has become louder. “It’s been so long…” And I’m there. I shoot, holding onto his hips, bucking into him with each pulse of my cock. I marinate in his ass until his breathing calms. I pull out. He moves around to clean my cock of every stray drop of seed… The original is posted here: From My Side of the Sling: Giving Them What They Want (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) April 11.2022 -
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"I think I'm gonna cancel. I don't care who wins and besides, tomorrow's Valentine's day. Let's snuggle up and watch it together." This was my usual bullshit and she wasn't having any of it. "This is your usual bullshit," she said patiently. "You know you'll have fun. You love John!" "..." "Frankly I'm offended you tried to use Valentine's day. Have some self respect." She was genuinely kidding. I laughed and said, "I admit I panicked. But you're right. John is awesome and I should go." John was awesome and I did want to go. ***** He was right around the corner. We had a six pack in the fridge so I grabbed that and walked over. I knocked a couple of times and he opened the door. "Hey! I didn't think you'd come. How's Sally?" "Oh she's great. She sends her regrets but would rather die than watch the Superbowl." John laughed more than he needed to and I came inside. There were only a couple of other guys there. He hadn't said, but I assumed John would have a bigger crowd but in fact there were just a two other guys. Both of them were like visibly gay. John didn't read as gay. Big and burly, he seemed like one of the guys. I definitely wasn't homophobic but I felt a little uncomfortable because I sometimes had gay fantasies. I'd never acted on them but at this point in my life I kinda figured why not... And I had a crush on John... And I think he knew it. We were all enjoying John's margaritas and I realized going over without eating lunch had been a mistake. One of the other guys, Tedd, took a liking to me. He was maybe mid 30s, but with a youthful look. i liked his tattoos and told him so. John was being his usual charming self and made sure my drink stayed full. He also made sure to be cool, cornering me as I came back from the bathroom and saying seriously "Hey, Tedd wants to fuck you. That's fine with me but I know you and Sally have a good thing going so think twice.. and make sure you know what you're in for." My tongue was loosened by the Tequila. "Tedd is fucking hot." Then I lied. "Sally knows I mess around with guys." He reached his hand back and down my jeans. His finger probed my anus. My dick started to stiffen. "He's got a big dick and you're really tight.... But alright faggot, have fun!" He said brightly. **** I wandered back into the living room as John's other friend was leaving. "Tell John I said bye. I've got a shift." I sat back on the couch. It was half-time. I was so horny and drunk and nervous I'd lost track of the game. Tedd sat next to me and got right to it, undoing his pants and pulling out his cut dick. I stared, frozen for a moment. He grabbed my head and gently pushed down. I scrambled down and sucked his penis into my mouth. My first time. It was harder than my girlfriends and wife made it seem! I struggled to take him as he got hard. He kept calling me "Bud". It was weird. "Suck my cock, bud." "Yeah that's it, bud." "You want to get fucked in the ass, bud?" My heart skipped a beat. I pulled my mouth off him and said "Yes... But here?" "Oh it's fine. John knows what's up. He said he was gonna work out. His equipment is in the garage." "Don't worry. I'll get some lube, bud." He headed into John's bedroom and I heard him in some drawers. I kicked off my shoes and undid my jeans. I pulled them off with my underwear leaving me nude from the waist down. I pulled off my shirt next. I was buck naked in my gay neighbors place waiting to get fucked in the ass by a man. My heart was pounding. He came back with a big pump tub of lube and what I recognized from gay porn I'd watched as poppers. Tedd maneuvered my body so I was on my knees on the couch facing the back. "Does John have any condoms?" "I didn't find any, bud." He squirts a glob of lube on his hand and slops it on my hole and slicks up his cock. He comes up behind me and hands me the poppers. "This'll make it easier, bud." I inhaled and my head spun for a minute. He slid inside me. Tedd fucked me hard, slapping against my ass. His dick was big and uncomfortable inside me but I loved it. It was hot knowing he was fucking me bare. He was definitely going to breed me, I was sure of that. I could tell he was close. I could tell he was trying not to cum. He didn't last. He pounded my hole for a few seconds and then pulled out. I stayed still, panting, as he jerked more cum against my hole. "fuck, you've got a tight hole, bud."
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My boyfriend, Jon and I had been a couple for almost three months. We were close, spending almost every night of the week sleeping over at one or the other's house, having a decent sex life that involved me breeding his tight hole at least three times a week. We had barebacked since our first time meeting. In fact I breed him three times on our first date, which lasted six or so hours. I enjoyed our time together and we got along well. The only problem for me in the relationship was that he was a strict bottom. Jon claimed to be vers/bottom, but he was not. The one time we tried him topping nothing happened. This was my problem, I am vers/top but I get cravings for raw cock in my ass from time to time. After three months of not getting any cum in my hole I was getting antsy. I knew Jon was not open to a third or an open relationship; it was a nonstarter with him. I wanted to be good and not cheat, so I suffered. That is until I came over to Jon’s house right after work one day. I arrived an hour and a half before Jon got home from work as I planned on making dinner and/or hanging-out with Adam, Jon's brother, who shared the house with Jon. Adam was about three years older than I, and was a hottie, standing 6’ 1", with a chiseled frame from his days in the army, sexy smile and a big bulge. I had had a bit of a crush since I meet him but I knew he was straight. In addition I was being good so no point in pursuing it. Well, that was until this particular day when I got to their house early. As I walked in the door Adam was completely naked on the sofa with a raging 8.5 inch hard and thick cock pointed straight at me. There was straight porn on the tv and he was mid-stroke. We both froze, having the look of a deer-caught-in-the-headlights. His was the look of shock, whereas I was stunned by the sight of such a perfect cock. I was the first to regain my senses and decided in a split decision to take advantage and get my itch for cock and cum in my ass taken care off. As he sat there froze, I walked across the room and without a word lowered to my knees and looking him in the eye took his throbbing cock in my hand. I was taking a chance and risking he would beat me up. I knew he was girlfriendless and hadn’t got laid in a while so I figured it was my opening. Since all he did was look back at me for a second then went back to the TV I took it as my key to continue jerking him. He stayed hard as a rock. After a few minutes of me jerking his hard cock I moved my mouth to his perfectly round and full balls and started to lick, kiss and suck them as I jerked him off. I continued to suck and worship his balls and jerk his cock and was rewarded with a series of moans from Adam. I took his moans as a sign to move forward and moved my mouth onto his cock head. I started slow blowing his big pole. Taking inch by inch of his big fat cock until I took all 8.5 inches in my throat. When I hit bottom he moaned and put his hand on the back of my head. He then proceeded to face fuck me long hard and deep only giving me time to breath when absolutely necessary. His thrust and moans told me he was really into it. He began to tell me to “suck that cock boy," and “choke on it.” He was definitely excited and rock hard. I was working out a way of getting my hole on his cock in my head but I was surprised when he told me in his rough voice "Get the lube and bend of the sofa," adding "I'm gonna pound your ass and make it mine! You'll need lube 'cause I'm a rough fucker.” I stripped, lubed my ass, and also lubed his cock. Just like a straight guy he shoved all his big fat cock in my in one thrust! It made me almost cry, but to his credit he held it there and let me get use to it. It started to feel good, really good. He started slow but very quickly picked up speed and depth. Soon he was pounding me hard long and deep. He continued to fuck my raw ass in this position for 20 minutes and then he grunted and flooded my hole. I thought he was done but he pulled out and told me to get on my back. He was semi-hard but he presented me his cock to suck and clean, which I gladly did. As I did so he got harder and then pushed up my legs and plowed into my raw hole again. He was not gentle this time and did not give me time to re-adjust. He went back to hard pounding and deep fucking. He showed no mercy for 30 minutes until he dumped his second load in my ass. The best to fucks and loads of my life. He pulled out and shoved his fat cum covered cock in my mouth to clean off. Then he said thanks and went to the bathroom to shower. I went to the kitchen sink and cleaned up a bit. Just as I was finishing up cleaning Jon walked in and kissed me while my breath still smelled of Adam's cum. It was very hot! Adam breed me at least once a week for the next nine months during which Jon and I dated, and fortunately Jon never found out, making it all the hotter! Note: This story is completely fiction.
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My name is Luke, I’m 18, and currently a senior in highschool. I’m 5’11 and pretty well proportioned I’d say, skinny but still slightly muscular. I’d like to get more built and work on my muscle mass but as much as I seem to try and I can’t gain much more. More on that later though, i also have a very attractive face and the trail of broken hearts and pussies to prove it. Now I’m no heartbreaker but I did cheat a couple time and I’ve also been told my dick is too big to handle for the few girls who I could convince to try sucking it. It’s only about 8 & 1/2 inches but it is a good thickness, I’m not super sure what’s the average size cause I’ve only seen bits and pieces of flaccid or hard cock in the locker rooms. I never intentionally grab a peak since that’s kinda gay, but it happens cause eyes wander and that’s only human nature. But I’ve heard that I have a pretty huge cock compared to my classmates, though flaccid we all kinda look the same size so I have to take girls’ word for it. So there is this one guy, a football player named Zach, who rumors say also has big a cock like mine and I’ve been trying to catch him with and accidental hard on just to size up the competition but no luck yet. Anyways, I bring up Zach because there is this cute girl, Penny, who is known to put out and since she just broke things off with Zach I know she’s available and can take my big cock. Even if it is Zach’s sloppy seconds. Now I’m just sitting in the back of math class for the last few minutes aching for the bell ring so I can go catch myself a new side piece and hopefully get laid. I am a virgin unfortunately but I’m hoping Penny will change that. I grabbed her some stuff as a present, some candy and a soda plus some make up, maybe that’ll help persuade her. Finally after the bell rings I rush to the main hallway on the back of the building cause I know that’s where exits the school usually and today was no different. “Hey Penny,” I said getting her attention and she came up to me. “What’s up Luke?” She replied. I dug her presents out of my bag and handed them to her, “These are all for you.” “For me? Thank you, but what did I do to deserve this?” She asked as I zipped up my back pack and put it on. “Well I was hoping you would meet me at Pep’s for dinner sometime this week?” She flashed me her cute little smile. Pep’s is one our local Pizza restaurants, one of the better ones. “Can I get back to you tomorrow? I have a test I need to study for tomorrow and it’s all I can think about.” She put her hand on my arm as she asked and I immediately started to chub up, thankfully I wore tight boxer briefs today instead of boxers. “No problem cutie -“ She cut me off as she started to walk away, “Sweet, I’ll see you tomorrow then!” And with that she was gone, I watched her butt pressing against her skirt as she walked away. Alright I guess since I have no plans this afternoon I should hit the school gym and see if any of my mates are there. When I get there I see Bradley and Connor, two of my basketball teammates. Bradley is blonde with a medium length hair cut and is slightly taller than me and just as fit but with a slightly larger body mass. Same for Conner except he has short black hair, and we all joke about Connor’s bubble butt. Honestly I don’t think mine is very far off from Connor’s, but he prances it around jokingly sometimes in the locker room cause he clearly likes the attention. Me, Bradley, and Connor do a work out routine with a couple sets until it’s about time to go. I filled them in on me asking out Penny as we walk into the locker room, Bradley playfully smacks my ass, “Atta boy!” He says and Connor replies, “She hasn’t even said yes yet bro don’t get too excited.” We all chuckled and then went to shower and change. Now our locker room has a different area for showering on the north and south end of the room. One leads to an open shower area and the other side has private cubicle showers, and guys tend to use either just depending on how busy or shy they are. I generally use the open showers if we’re showering as a team or only with teammates cause they’ve already seen it all, but when the open showers are even slightly preoccupied I like to use the cubicles. But today it was just us 3 in the showers so we kind of naturally drifted towards to group showers. We washed up, dried off, and changed clothes to head home. “Hey get that pussy tomorrow! Even if it is Zach’s sloppy seconds” Bradley said as they were starting to leave, “Oh shut up Bradley! You’re not wrong but who are you to talk when you are known to swoop in for the rebound, don’t make me count the number of chicks I’ve been with before you!” “I’m just joking,” Bradley said backing off, “Plus maybe they broke up cause she didn’t want to do it with him?” Bradley suggested. “Don’t get his hopes up dude,” Connor said then turned to me, “Just treat her to a nice night even if she doesn’t put out, maybe she needs another date or two, if she even goes out with you that is.” “I know, I know, I know… I’ll talk to you guys tomorrow.” I finish the conversation and we all head our separate ways home but I can’t stop thinking about Penny’s ass against her skirt. Once I get home I go immediately to my room and lock the door, I sit at my desk chair and pull out my aching member. It’s starting to feel full in my hand as I start to pump, the vain on the side pushing up a bit, and the head starts to enlarge. I grab my balls with my other hand and start to massage them, imagine it was Penny’s tongue. I shoot my load onto my shirt right away. I change shirts and head down stairs to see what’s for dinner. My dad just brought home dinner, perfect timing I just blew a load after working out so I was hungry enough to eat a horse. He told me to find me brother and tell him dinner was here. It’s just my brother, dad, and I, my mom walked out on us when I was young due to a drug addiction. We don’t need her though, we’re a happy little family on our own. I go up to my brothers door, across the hall from mine, and knock on it firmly, then yell “Dad’s home with dinner!” “Come in,” I hear faintly from the other side of the door. I open the door and see my sleepy brother leaning up in bed, must’ve taken a nap after work. His brown head having been styled all messy by his nap, and I could’ve sworn there was a faint outline of a hardon but I wasn’t trying to find out. I didn’t mean to peak, big dicks just run in the family, growing up I’ve seen my brother and dad naked a few times. “Hurry up, we’re not gonna wait for you,” I say turning to leave. “What’s for dinner,” he calls after me. I called back, “Fried chicken,” as I headed back down the stairs to the kitchen where I find my dad. My dad is 39, he and my mom had my brother when they were 18, making my brother now 21. My dad was doing well for a single father, if he was stressed he did a good job of never showing it. He was always caring but he was firm when he wanted to be, me and my brother weren’t always the best but we’ve had to grow up faster since our mom walked out of the picture. Tall, with very short but healthy brown hair, broad shoulders and big arms to compliment them, my dad was a construction worker, or at least something like that. I’ve never really cared for the details, but he’s in the sun all day lifting heavy things so he’s gained a bit of muscle and a tan over the years. He also has a short beard, which he trims often because he says he doesn’t like how it feels when it grows out. After we all eat dinner I help clean up and head back up to my room. I debate about jerking out another load but decide against it and hit the hay. The next day went by as normal by I felt like Penny was avoiding me all day so before the last period i knew I had to track her down in-between periods. When I finally found her she was standing outside in the hall during passing period almost like she was waiting for me. She seemed to be in a good mood and she caught me at a good time cause there’s really no one in this corner of the school except for a few classes. “Hey there,” she said shyly. “Hey there-“ she cut me off again. “Hold out your hand, quick!” I did and she placed her wadded up wet panties in my hand. “So hot,” I said brazenly taking a sniff. “I’d like it if you’d put them in your mouth,” she didn’t have to say another word I shoved them in my mouth and savored the flavor, rolling it around in my mouth. I tucked her panties away and we arranged to meet tonight at Peps. “I’ll see you later, we’re gonna have fun!” Little did I know by we, she didn’t mean me. “Oh…” she said as she then gave me a smile that made me weak in the knees, “and wear those panties tonight, if you don’t I’ll know you’re no fun.” She left abruptly after that leaving me dumbfounded, wear her panties? If I do this for her she must be about to do some freaky shit for me! Later that night I arrived at peps like planned, Penny looking cute as hell in the booth alone. When I joined her she gave me a look and I knew what it meant. I flashed her the waistband on the bright red panties I was wearing under my jeans. Felt weird but kinky, I wasn’t completely hating it. After chatting for a bit she suggests we go for a drive so I take her to one of my favorite make out spots but she claims to know a better place so I follow her lead. When we get there I ask if she wants to move to the back seat and she agrees and moves to get out of the car to go around, I’m moving through the inside of the car when I hear the car door opposite of Pennys’ side open. Then I feel a thump on my head and BLack Out I wake up tied to a tree, my ass is so sore, it feels wet too. So does my face now that I think about it. I quickly break free of the loose ties and quickly make my way home. Lucky my car was left alone but Penny was nowhere to be found. I tried calling her, but she only picked up for a second to say “Thanks for such a great night, wear those panties again tomorrow and I promise you a big surprise!” Then she hung up. I don’t know what else to do but start driving home. On the way home my ass starts leaking through my panties and through my pants. (Yes I’m still wearing them what else am I supposed to do) I get home, take a shower, and jump into bed my mind pondering what my surprise could be. It was a surprise alright. Zach was waiting for me to arrive at school, how could I have expected this. Zach approaches me while we’re still in the parking lot. “Yo shithead,” he says trying to intimidate me, “You’re brave showing your face so soon.” I try to respond “Wha-“ but I’m cut off as Zach shoves me to the ground, by now everyone around is watching but no one is helping. “You’ll be lucky if you ever get laid again.” He says towering above me, some of his friends/goon start to show up during all our commotion. “Dude. For real I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I try to explain. He lowers his voice so only we can hear. “I’ll make it real easy for you to understand. No girl is ever gonna want a panty wearing fag.” Then he looks behind me and says, “Isn’t that right babe?” Penny walks up from somewhere behind me. “Not only that babe, but he already sucked your cum off my panties.” My world stopped. Penny was still with Zach, I had been setup. I had put Zach cum in my mouth. I was wearing the panties just like Penny had asked but I thought it would get me into her pants. Now they all know I’m wearing panties and I’m on the ground trying not to cry as I feel my social life slip away. One of Zach’s close friend, Chris, offered his hand to help me up, I took it reluctantly. When he pulled me up he kept me within earshot to hear him whisper “Meet me in the woods behind the bleachers after school.” I never got the chance to respond because Zach started to talk. Zach said they wouldn’t tell anyone as long as I do what they say. Never clarifying what it is he’s gonna have me doing. After that Zach and his goons kind of all looked at each other for a second confirming they did what they came to do, then they filtered out and towards their first class. Leaving me nothing but a puddle of questions and nerves. Surprisingly the day goes by like normal, until the school day ends and I have to go meet Chris, or who knows what he might say. The second he sees me underneath the bleachers he whips his cock out, wasting no time he says, “Suck my dick you panty wearing fag. And take your shirt and pants off.” I was appalled, “No way in hell!” “Fine then I guess you want me to tell everyone what a-“ “Fuck you,” I cut him off knowing I had no choice here. I stripped to only my panties, feeling slightly vulnerable under the bleachers where anyone could come over and see if it were busy. He pushed me to my knees, “It’s not gonna suck itself.” I slowly moved my face towards it, so meaty and I can smell it now. He picks it up and beats it against my face a few times not letting me recoil away. “Open your mouth,” I obey slowly but surely enough as soon as I’m open wide enough I taste my first dick. “Lick it.” I started to move my tongue up and down the shaft. It slowly slides into my mouth and he starts facefucking me. He’s holing my head on his dick as I’m gagging. After a bit he starts to shoot his load down my throat, but let’s me up for air as he’s still shooting so it lands on my face. He rubs it in with his dick. “What do you say whore?” “Fuck you,” I spat. “Bad whore.” He said in a serious tone. He picked up my shorts and shirt and said, “Good luck without these then!” And took off before I could stop him. “Wait!! What am I supposed to do!?” But he was gone and I was alone with a face covered in cum and the only thing I had on was a red pair on panties. Soon Zach stepped under the bleachers, ‘Fucking hell,’ I think to myself, ‘Fuck this guy.’ “On your knees slut.” I had no choice but to comply. He doesn’t waste a second pulling out his massive dick. “You’re already acting like a good little cum whore aren’t you?” “Dude I just want my clothes-“ SMACK! Instantly I felt pain on my face, he had slapped me. “I said you’re acting like a good little cumdump aren’t you?” I only nodded yes quietly, “Speak up whore!” “I’m a good cumdump,” I utter. “Call me sir, and try again.” So I try again, “I’m a good cumdump sir.” He bouncing his dick on my face for a few minutes. I think he just loves the power he has over me right now. “Open your mouth and close your eyes. I’m not gonna tell you twice.” He demands. His dick now almost fully hard I was scared, the rumors were true. His dick looked easily 9-10 inches. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth while mentally preparing for what was to come. But suddenly my face and mouth were getting hit by load after load. He was cumming!! After a few shots in my mouth at the end he simply said, “Swallow slut.” And started to walk away, I swallowed. Then opened my eyes only to see Chris handing Zach a phone and then throwing my clothes towards me. I gather my clothes and leave my pride, as I try to get to a bathroom as quickly as possible. It was out of my hands from then on, I was powerless and didn’t realize just how much this would change my life.
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So I'm hoping this is the right part of the forum to post this. As the title suggest, I'm a slut for these types of dudes. Then again, I'm a slut for a lot of types LOL The ubermasculine, tough and rough type of straight dudes, I'm immediately noticing these type of boys on the street. They don't have to be clasically handsome, they might have rough edges, brutish looks and it turns me on 😛 Some of them white trash also looks a bit more sleazy and unkempt but still ruggedly hot in a way, like damn there are some hot af homeless guys out there who I just want to slurp up. And I have to admit, if they are the guys that are 'all-about-the-pussy' and 'fag basher' types, it makes this boy even hornier. Not saying pretty boys aren't hot, wouldn't say no to one but there's just something special about them lol I like to sort of 'hunt' my way towards them, try to suggest and seduce them but it doesn't always work. But when it does, I feel like the the literal whore in heat haha. Most of them completely forget the condom when they actually get in the zone (sometimes with the help of a good porn with some busty girl) and just want to ram their delicious cocks into a hole. When they finish, they pretty much leave in a hurry or make me leave as fast as possible. Also there's this side to it where you have to coax some of them with actual cash and aren't all comfortable in it. Is it bad to say it makes me hot that I still get to enjoy their straight cocks? Surely I'm also not the only one here who's into these sort of things right?
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Last weekend I went to a friend's wedding. It was a fairly small wedding and was starting to wind down. Meanwhile there was another wedding in the hotel at the same time which, as I was getting ready to leave, was still going strong. In fact the other wedding was getting really drunk and loud. While I was in the men's room two partiers in their mid twenties came in, one of whom was the groom, who was being assisted by the other guy, his best man. Both men were somewhat drunk, and the best man thought the groom was going to throw-up, so I assisted the best man get the groom into a stall. No sooner was the groom settled than the best man passed out, but I managed to get him into the next stall. I went back to check on the groom who was passing out and coming back around, and found myself kissing him. I think he thought I was his bride because he kept cooing "Michelle." I managed to get him bent over the toilet inside the stall and worked his pants down. He liked getting rimmed (don't they all? lol)! Once he was really wet and loosened up, I thought I could get my raging hard dick in. He was still really tight and and he surfaced a bit and yelped as I started sliding my dick in him. Someone came in right after that, but luckily he passed out as the door was opening so whoever came in didn't hear him. His ass was super tight and had obviously never had a dick in it before. I love marking virgin territory. He came back around and passed out again several times while I was fucking his sweet ass, and he seemed to start liking it in those fleeting moments. That tight ass was hot to fuck; it felt incredible wrapped around my cock. Unfortunately it felt so good I didn't last long. As short as it was, I thoroughly enjoyed leaving him a big creamy gift! After I put myself back together and left the stall, I noticed the best man was still passed out in the next stall. I was tempted to treat the best man to my special gift as well, but knowing I got a twofer by doing the groom and indirectly the new bride, I decided not to risk getting caught. Memories of that tight groom ass wrapped around my cock and the pleasure of blowing my load deep in his gut have been jack off material every day since.
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Open minded Bare Vers Bottom guy looking to play together with Hot Top/Vers Top Breeders when they visit Winnipeg. Open to local Hot men Also. Free Monday through Thursday after 4pm Friday through Sunday Free all day with planning PnP is not a requirement to play. Just be yourself and have a good time
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There will be a bareback sex party in a private residence in Auckland next week For details, if anyone is interested, register at barebacksp.com From there, you should be able to find out event details and RSVP
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On my way home one night, i had been jogging at the high school track to try and burn off stress and energy, i was driving slowly through my neighborhood in Philly with the windows down cooling off as i drove. I saw a sexy pair of legs in high heels attached to a fine looking ass. She was walking on one side of the street, strutting like the hookers on Broad street. I slowed down and drank in her sexy ebony body and she suddenly stumbled. I stopped my car. I dont know why i got out to see if she was ok, but i did. “Are you ok?” As i bent over her to help her up. She looked up at me with her pretty green eyes and smiled, “yes baby, im ok. Just a little buzzed from a party.” Let me help you up i said as i averted my eyes from hers, and as i grabbed her hands my eyes went to the top of her legs. She had perfect legs and as i helped her up her skirt jacked up even higher and i wasnt sure what i saw in a quick flash. “Whats your name sexy man?” She said. Bobby i said. “Can you give me a ride home? I thought i could walk home from the party but after that I shouldn’t.” Her eyes drank me in, her hands still held mine and as she teetered over me in her stilletos, her essence washed over me. Her breath smelled like booze and cigarettes and she was close enough to stick her tongue out and lick my forehead. “I’d love to give you a ride, what your name baby?” Chen-Chen she said in a sexy kind of growl. I walked her to the car, opened the door for her and before she got in she touched my cheek and said, “ i love sexy gentlemen who know how to treat a lady”. And she sat down and swung one leg at a time in the car, giving me a glimpse way up her thigh. I thought i saw a cock swing into my car before the second leg and as i shut the door her eyes met mine and then she saw that i was hard in my running shorts. i got in, and asked her “where to baby?” Chen-Chen said she lived near the train station. So i put the car in gear as she leaned over and changed the radio to a jazz channel. She lit a cigarette and blew the smoke out of her nose as she scooted across the seat to put her hand on my hard on. “Ooooh Bobby baby what do you got for Chen-Chen?” She rubbed and i moved to give her more access. We stopped at a stop sign and she pulled my dick out and as she blew smoke out of her nose she kissed me. She smiled and said “drive honey”, then she dropped her head to my cock and started licking and sucking. She worked my cock and balls and at another stop sign she pulled my shorts off. I moaned loudly as she sucked my balls into her mouth and she squeezed my dick in her hand. She moaned back and said she loved sweaty balls and ass like mine. She dove deeper and lifted my ass off the seat ass her tongue dug into my ass. I moaned and writhed. I pulled over by the train station when she stuck a finger into my ass. She sensed we had stopped and looked up. She sat up and squeezed my hardon and told me where to go as she slowly jacked me. She directed me into an alley and we parked by a dumpster and a fence. I turned the car off and she pulled my head down to her lap and then i sucked that beautiful brown dick into my mouth. She leaned back against her door and put her legs on my shoulders and as she stroked my hair she encouraged and directed me as i devoured her cock and balls. She arched her back and her slick hole met my tongue. “Eat Me baby!, get my pussy ready for that big dick of yours”. Her hole was wet and smelled like cum, her cheeks were sticky and i was in heaven! I could hear her mumbling and mewing from between her thighs and then she pulled me up, turned around and said “FUCK ME BOBBY”!!! She slammed back onto my cock and i fucked her as hard as i could. I grabbed her hips and pounded her hole for all i was worth. She moaned and moaned and bucked and squeezed and finally i burst and came with a primal yell! My dick was pumping on every heartbeat, my eyes saw stars, and i collapsed and her back in a sweaty grinding moaning being. Her ass was milking me and after what seemed like an hour my cock plopped out like a champagne cork. Chen-Chen leaned back and sat in my lap and reached an arm around and pulled me in for a kiss. My hands began to roam her body, i pinched her nipples and one hand stroked her wet sticky cock. When she broke the kiss she purred, “Damn Bobby! I need some more of that!” I mumbled sure and she said let’s continue this at my place around the corner. As i pulled away and we headed in that direction she lit a cigarette and as i slowed under a streetlight she scooped some cum from under her package and raised her fingers to my mouth to lick….
