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Whenever I am not being fucked enough (okay, that would be constantly) I find myself lying here thinking too much, and occasionally about – unsurprisingly – cock. We have all been down the list of words than mean “penis” - oh, don't give me that, you're not fooling anybody, you had a big cheesy grin on your face at the time, so just admit it – and I considered it today. This modest standalone Thesaurus of Cock boasts a prodigious number of synonyms. One source I checked noted 174 items, dwarfing (to my surprise) the listing of Urban Dictionary. Another source offered a more robust 238 terms. Compiling different ones, I arrived at more than 350 alternatives for cock. This is important for three reasons. First, if you are a writer of a better quality of smut, it becomes necessary to switch up the common nouns after a while to keep things fresh, and to build effective metaphor: His basilisk turned itself to stone and slithered relentlessly into the twink's moist cavern. Second: Take that, you DoubleList and Grindr censorship fuckers. You think you're so damned clever because your filters stop us from using cock? Well I've got a 7” disco stick and I'm ready to dance all night. Third – and this is what got me thinking to start with – there are some words used for cock that turn me off. Top of the list is pecker. Ha-ha-ha-HA-Ha! Ha-ha-ha-HA-ha! My name ain't Woody Woodpecker, dude. I'm not fond of dick, either. I don't have a “Richard”. Wiener has never worked for me, and after the whole Anthony Wiener thing, it never, ever will. Willy – nope. Nor any of the silly, nonsensical names like dong, dork, tallywhacker, or who who dilly (someone was seriously repressed). Also, the terms that tend to diminish cocks don't do it for me: chubbie, dink/dinker, peeter/peter, twig, weewee, and winkie. Bear in mind, I'm not so much talking about what I don't like my own cock to be called – frankly, gentlemen, I'd prefer that you ignored my cock altogether and focused your attention on my ass. The greater danger is in what a Top calls his own equipment because of the affect it can have on my response to him... including a tendency to giggle. (Giggle stick? Really?) I provide the compiled Thesaurus of Cock below for your use, in alphabetical order. A few observations: This listing is not intended as comprehensive. I have no doubt that you will find omissions from your personal experience. A couple of entries are simply prefixes that can be added to just about anything, purple-headed and one-eyed. An attentive reader will note that most of these terms could be grouped into broad categories, like Edibles, Military, Mythological, Musical, Zoological, etc. One category that suggests itself is Friend/Companion for the number of entries like Big Jim and the Twins, Mr. Happy, Little Alex, and so forth. If using this for writing alternatives, be alert for the Law of Diminising Returns. It is possible to choose a word that will destroy any credibility you may have with the reader. For instance: His purple-helmeted warrior of love struck the puckered door to the fortress like a battering ram or even For over an hour his trombone played sweet rhythm and blues to his lover's ass, before closing the set with a shot of jazz. Use some common sense. Some of these are strangely specific, and I am at a loss to describe the context in which one would appropriately use them: Nebraska State Capitol, Chairman Mao, Jerry Springer. The presence of Luigi but no Mario or Wario is puzzling, as is the complete absence of any Pokémon reference – including pokémon. Lastly: If you happen to be the owner of Krull the Warrior King, please contact me at once either by text or email. Please. Thesaurus of Cock 100% all-beef thermometer Alabama black snake albino cave dweller anaconda anal impaler antenna appendage appendicle Aries baby arm baby maker bag of tricks bald-headed yogurt slinger baloney pony basilisk BBC beaver basher bed snake beef whistle Big Jim and the Twins big Italian salami bird bishop blue-vein sausage bobby dangler bone boner boom stick braciole branch bratwurst broner bud bulge burrito bushwhacker candle Captain Chairman Mao chap choad chopper chub chubbie chup chut clarinet cobra cock cock rocket cod Colonel cornholer cranny axe cucumber cum gun custard launcher cyclops D D train dagger danger noodle dangler deep-V diver dick dick smalls ding ding dong ding-a-ling dingis/dingus dink dinker dinky dipstick disco stick doder doinker domepiece dong donger dork dragon drill drum stick dude piston easy rider eggroll elephant elevator excalibur extremity family jewels fang ferret fire hose flesh flute flesh tower footlong fuck rod fuck stick fuck truck fudge sickle fun stick gearshift General and two Colonels genitalia genitals giggle stick goober goofy goober groin ferret gut wrench hairy hotdog hammer hard drive hard-on hardware heat-seeking moisture missile helmet head hockey cocky hog hollow point homeboy hose hotdog hotdogger Humperdink jackhammer jagoff Jerry Springer Jimmy John John Thomas Johnson joystick junk katana kickstand kielbasa King Sebastian knight knob Krull the Warrior King lady boner lamb kebab lap rocket lawnmower leaky hose Lieutenant/Leftenant lightsaber lingam lipstick Little Alex Little Billy Little Bob little buddy Little Elvis little friend Little Stevie lizard lollipop Longfellow love muscle love rod love shaft love stick love whistle Luigi machine main vein Major male organs man meat man muscle man umbrella manhood mast master of ceremonies master sword meat meat and two veg meat injection meat popsicle meat stick meat sword meat thermometer member microphone middle leg middle stump mongoose monster Mr. Happy Mr. Knish Mr. Winky mustang mutton Nebraska State Capitol netherrod nuclear missile ol' one-eye old boy old chap old fellow old man one-eyed... P packer patz pecker Pedro peen peepee peeper peeter penile Percy Peter Ph.D phallus pickle piece Pied Piper pig skin bus pink oboe pink torpedo pink tractor beam piss weasel piston pitched tent pizzle plonker plug pocket monster pocket rocket poinswatter polaroid pole Popeye pork sword prick Princess Sophia private parts privates privy parts pud purple-headed... purple-helmeted warrior of love putz python quiver bone ramburglar remote control reproductive organs rocks rod rod of pleasure rooster Russell the love muscle salami sausage schlong schlort schmeckel schmuck/shmuck schnitzel schwantz/schwanz sconge screwdriver sea monster sebastianic sword secondary sex characteristic sequoia sex organs sexcalibur shaft shlittle shlong short arm shrinkage silver bullet single barrelled pump action shotgun single serving soup dispenser skin flute slut slayer snake sniper rifle soldier spawn hammer staff steamin' semen roadway stick stick shift stiffy surfboard tan banana tallywhacker tent pole thing third leg throbber thumper thunderbird thundersword tinker todger tonka tonsil tickler tool torpedo tramp killer tripod trombone trouser meat trouser snake tubesteak twig twinkie Uncle Dick undercover brother unit vein wand wang wang doodle wanger wanker wankie warrior of love Washington Monument wedding tackle wee wee wee weenie weiner whang whiskey dick who who dilly whoopie stick wick wiener wiener schnitzel willie winkie WMD (Weapon of Mass Destruction/Weapon of Male Destruction) wonder weasel wonder worm wood yardstick yingyang yogurt gun yogurt hose yogurt slinger yoo-hoo Zeus zubra zuchini
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It has been some time since I took a daddy cock that was so goood his load satisfied it all. It didn’t matter oral or anal it was everything that dated me for the time we where together. It was the fact he was older and knew what he was doing to me and with each time it grew better. The simple part is he was older and knew I was curious and willing the hard part at first was taking it all and building myself to be his liking and what he wanted in a cumdump, sextoy, faggot bottom lover, and just a hole for his daddy dick and every load he had for me. The best load he ever gave me was the one night he had a bbc in my ass and to keep me relaxed from a longer cock in me he pumped maybe a half liter of cum into my mouth and did so more than once that night. It was the first time I was burning the candle at both ends but the end swallowing his load helped me get thru it and was so satisfying I never said no after that to him.
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Whenever I watch porn I always skip to certain parts that I know are going to get me hard n horny. I also tend to only watch amateur porn these days rather than generic 'fake' scenes that lack real passion and aggressive fucking. For example; Watching a cock getting sucked doesn't generally do much for me, I like to see the main event... fucking. There is an exception though, if the guy is super hot, massive cock and exactly the type I go for blah blah blah. Anyway, so when I get to the fucking parts I like to see certain things such as the bottoms face, the tops face and a bit of a distant view where I can see both of them in the shot. I don't necessarily need to see the cock. Sometimes just the facial expressions, the rhythm of the fuck, especially if its hard and rough and the fetish gear (uniform, restraints, slings) I hate watching porn where you see endless amounts of close-ups of a cock going in and out of a hole. I loose my hard on. It could be any cock and any hole. It's so much sexier to see the face. Anyone feel the same?
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I'm not sure I'm in the right section,but I love sucking cock.I could suck cock for hours as long as I am fed a load of cum. But I also like to bottom and always did with a condom. I never felt cum I'm my ass. But I read these stories on here with guys taking loads on there ass and I keep wondering what it feels like. I met a guy online that lives about 5 minutes from me. I sucked his cock a few times now . He has no interest in anything else but to sit down and let me suck his cock, he shoots his load on my mouth ,gets up and leaves. Today after he gave me a big load, I ran into the bathroom and spit it out in a small glass. Everytime he leaves I jerk off and cum. Today, while I was jerk ing off I took the glass and put the cum in my mouth and spit it out a few times to get it warm,then with my fingers I pUT in on my cock and let it pour on my ass. I was rubbing cum on my hole. I put more on my cock and it felt good, whatever that was left on the glass I poured it on my cock and as it dripped down to my ass I kept fingering it in my hole. It feels,so good, I shot a load up to my face. I think I need someone to fill my hole with a hot load of cum.
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There is an old saying in life – “many a good tune played on an old fiddle” – well didn’t my mancunt get to realise how true that was last night. Apart from a couple of spasmodic regulars and one every Friday night regular (except tonight as he has a work function), things have been horribly dry for this little cumdump in recent months. I have gone from getting bred up to 20 times a week to two or three if I am lucky – it is the leanest period I have had in 20 years. Last night I was on Grindr – hoping, horny and praying. A guy hit me up – saying he was visiting friends in the area and was keen to fuck me – if I was interested. We exchanged some pics and his cock shot got me straight away – fat and thick. I gave him my address and punctual as – he was over within the hour. I had readied myself and opened the door in a jockstrap and my t-shirt. As is usual when I invite a new fuck over, I throw on some music, whack a bit of porn on the tele and use the mood lighting. He was in his late 60’s I am guessing. I didn’t give a fuck – I just wanted cock in me. In no time I had his fly undone and was presented with this beautiful fat cut cock, which I immediately swallowed. He was groaning already and I thought “don’t you fucking cum sunshine.” He didn’t, and started to undress himself why I treated his meat with my mouth. We left behind a trail of his clothes as we worked our way into the bedroom. Then he got to work – man this man had magic fingers. The groaning changed from him to me in no time at all. “That bubble butt deserves a right royal fucking,” he said. He asked for lube and although I don’t like it much I handed him the tube while he kept touch typing on the lips of my mancunt, spitting on his fingers, easing a couple in, then pulling them out and massaging my outer hole. I was insane by the time he slid his cock into me doggy style. He probably had a blue pill, but who cares. For the next 40 minutes he fucked me in every position, slid his cock in and out at different angles, pulled right out and plunged back in. He was some fuck. In his younger days I am sure he made plenty of bottom boys squirm and squeal with delight just as I was last night. I actually got off on thinking how many holes he would have made happy with that lovely fat cock over the decades. By the time he came – he sweat was dripping all over me. As he gradually pulled out he was totalled. I immediately whipped around and went to work to clean his cock. “I wasn’t expecting that,” he said gasping for breath. “And I wasn’t expecting to get so well fucked so it’s the least I could do,” I replied. I spent a good five minutes working my mouth over every centimetre off his dick and ball sac. I knew there was going to be no “seconds” but he was one hell of a fuck. Turns out he lives 200 kms south of Sydney and was on his way back home when he picked me up on Grindr. He never asked for a condom and I never offered one. I slept happily with his load in me and I felt the warmest I have been for some time. We swapped numbers and I told him I would always be available anytime he was back in town. Never judge a book by it’s cover!
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I have often wondered how many bottoms on here have enjoyed pimping out their top partners as much as they have being pimped out themselves. I really got off on both situations in my 13 year relationship. I even liked surprising my partner by picking up a good looking guy and convincing him to come home with me for my partner to fuck and breed him. I even recall one night I was let off the chain to go and slut about and I met this very good looking guy in his early 20’s at a beat. We fiddled around and then he said to me “Do you wanna fuck me.” I was at first disappointed as he had a nice cock and being a total bottom I actually wanted a serve and load out of it. Making the best of a going nowhere situation I told him we lived just down the road and if he came with me he would get the best fucking he had had for a while. I took him upstairs and my partner was asleep on the bed on his back naked with his nice thick, cut 8” cock laying in its side. I said to the young guy, “get undressed and feat on that.” As he was getting undressed I woke my partner up and said “wake up and fuck this horny young man.” He fucked and bred him twice while I watched and my cunt was quivering the whole time. I would often pick guys that I knew were my partner's "type" and get them a fair chare of my partner's cock and seed. It was one of my favourite pastimes, just as it was his to pimp me out to tops.
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I've noticed that over the past few years, my nipples are pretty much my primary sexual organ - i've become a total titpig. Pretty much any kind of rough treatment on my nipples and i crumble into a pre-cum soaked clut, who will do anything with anyone. I can;t be the okay pig like this? It's literally like my clit (usually locked, and want to get smaller) and my cunt are playing second fiddle to my nipples.
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One of the guys who services my ass eats blue chews a couple times a week and it makes him last forever. Even after he's blown his load he can keep going. I've been really spoiled by it and realize that I like it when he goes for an hour or more. I thought my ass would get sore but it doesn't - instead it just feels more sensual the longer he goes. My legs get sore and sometimes they cramp up, but my ass feels really good and even hungry for more intercourse. I find myself wishing that he could do that for me every single day, but the blue chews give him a headache and I don't want him to be uncomfortable. Fellow bottoms or guys who bottom from time to time, what's your preference? Do you like a top that finishes fast or do you need a good, long lay to leave you satisfied? -
The most beautiful filthy top pig came into my life before COVID and began breeding me on the swimming-regular but there’s one issue preventing me from being his ultimate filthy bottom pig. His cock is long and thick - not usually a problem - but it also curves down which hits the wrong spot inside me and I’ve not been able to find an angle that works for me. Any suggestions?
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Well finally things are starting to look up on the fuck and breed front in Sydney with last weekend being a watershed moment for me after a very bleak and lean period by my normal standards. Pre-COVID the world was great but things ground to a halt very quickly. As restrictions ease, the reticence to fuck again seems to be vanishing. For months I have the normal regular session on Friday with my Indian FB and spasmodic breeding here and there plus a young guy I suck off whenever he comes around while he watches straight porn, but last weekend was like the floodgates opened. I met my Indian FB for a session on Friday evening and after getting bred twice, left there horny as hell as usual. In normal times I would head straight to the backroom for more cock and seed. Sadly they are no more, just vanished one by one during this crisis. I hooked on to the BBRTS app and within 10 minutes was offered some raw cock a 15 minute drive away. I was straight there and this plumpish middle aged guy gave me a good doggy style going over. I headed for home and texted a semi regular top who just loves fucking when I am pre lubed with cum, told him I had three loads in me and he said he would be at my apartment in half an hour. I got home just in time to light the candles and get the towels ready and he was there. We never talk much except for his dirty talk calling me a slut and a whore and a cumpig while he hammers away. He bolted in me, I cleaned his cock and balls and he left. A different Friday night for a change. Between Friday night and Sunday night I managed to get bred 15 times, which was just heaven. It is the first time in a long time I went to bed with my cunt cock sore and puffy, and it was just a wonderful feeling. I hope we don’t get a second wave as I have a feeling the world here is starting to spin in the right direction again. Even at work on Monday my hole was sore sitting at my desk, just the way I like it. For me a gaping, sore and puffy hole is my reward for a great weekend.
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Nice comment from a couple who have fucked and bred me on and off for the last two years on a semi regular basis. I had not heard from them for some time and I figured it was either they had found new bottoms to have their threesome with or the COVID situation. They have been fucking me at least every three weeks – I would get a text asking me to come over to their padand take both their cocks and loads – and I always went and enjoyed both of them very much especially as part of the play was always them DP’ing me. Out of the blue last night I get a text “bring your cunt over tonight.” I got ready and went. As part of their conversation as I was on my knees sucking their cocks, one said “we are glad things are easing down for months we have tried to stay away from filthy fucking sluts and cumdumps like you.” They both bred me twice, which in these hard times is a blessing – and I left proud of what they think of me.
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I've always loved getting fucked but for the last couple of months I've been hornier than ever. I'm basically in a no loads refused mood right now. But to me, the cock is the most important part of the fuck. I'm barely interested in sucking dick because I'm enjoying having my hole fucked so much. There are a lot of posts on this site about being a cumslut and needing the load above everything else. I might be a selfish bottom, but I'm exclusive there for the cock and nothing else. The load is a nice way to finish, but if the dick isn't good then I'm not interested. I've come to the realization that I'm a cockslut, not a cumslut. Does anyone else feel this way? Or is the load the most important thing to you?
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What is your actual dick size and what do you tell people is your size?
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What is your actual dick size and how many inches to you add? I assume no-one subtracts inches... Vote in the anonymous poll.... -
I just wonder how my fellow cumdumps are going through the COVID19 lockdowns and saga. I can honestly say it has been the most testing time for a total cumdump that I have experienced in my life. Sex on premises joints in Sydney are closed. For the main part regulars and semi regulars have been missing in action. For a no cock or load refused bottom, it has been a nightmare. I went from getting bred 15-20 times a week to three or four and struggling to get that. It has been an absolute nightmare. Are there any other bottoms suffering the same drought
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By John Y. I'd always wished for a larger cock. I mean, don't get me wrong—I like my cock and it does just fine by me, but I'd always envied the huge donkey hung studs I'd see at the Y where I have a membership for my family. I like to jog, swim and “relax” in the sauna in the rare instance that I actually have some free time for myself. Mostly it's my beautiful wife Denise and my sons who take advantage of not only the facilities themselves, but a whole host of workshops, spinning classes, and weigh training seminars available. My wife does the yoga classes to help de-stress from running the boys around to their full schedule of extracurricular activities and sports practices. I have three sons total; Jeff, by my first wife, and two other sons; Jake and Tyler—both from my current wife, and both as adorable as their mother. Raising sons nowadays is a lot more complicated than it was when I was a kid. If I wanted to play baseball after school I'd just bring my mitt w/me to school that day and play at the park on the way home along with the other kids. My sons, like most nowadays, need their own electronic organizers and costly uniforms and accompanying safety gear for each team they're on—which is many. My oldest son Jeff is a hearty high school senior, all American in every way—sort of beefy from too much soda pop and videogames, yet he has an intensely competitive nature. He excels in sports, and has the kind of beefy build that's perfect for rugby, hockey, and football. He's still growing and he's gonna be a big bruiser by the time his body catches up with his hormonal fluxes. Jeff has adorably messy light brown locks that poke out all over and kind of flips from under the back of his omnipresent ball caps. The kid wears a different ball cap every day and even holds down a part-time job at the local lids shop at the mall. He claims he couldn't support such an extravagant image without the generous employee discount. And apparently not having your own personal brand or completely unique style is unacceptable as a high school senior in 2004. When my first wife and I divorced, Jeff was a toddler and his mother was more interested in booze and other men than she was being part of a nuclear family. So with the help of my parents and brother, I raised Jeff primarily by myself until I remarried. The bond between my son and me is stronger than any other I've ever known. In many ways, Jeff is my best friend; my sounding board about everything from listening to me bitch about “that idiot on talk radio”, to enduring my frequent tales of how “we used to do it” when I was a kid. We share blond jokes and a sick addiction to AFV (yes—the stupid show where people send in videos of their grandmothers catching on fire or dying at weddings with overt canned laughter overlaid.) It's wrong. We know. But we cant seem to change the channel once it's on, and I chalk it up to my voyeuristic side. Jeff's also the one who'll tell me how bad my golf swing is, and why I shouldn't wear “those way too short Adidas running shorts, Dad!”. Secretly I think he's just jealous and wants to wear them for the vintage factor, but they're a little too large for him now. All in all, we have one of the closest, most communicative, and healthiest father/son relationships I know of. Jeff's eighteenth birthday was coming up soon and I wanted to make sure it was a day for him to remember. Turning 18 is a big thing for someone that age and I easily recalled my excitement at the prospect of graduating from a restricted license, high school, and all the wonder and freedom of a life away at college. I knew Jeff expected something significant for his birthday and I debated for a long time over what to get him. Even though he wanted his own car, I didn't want to go that route. Lots of dads buy their sons new cars for their 18th birthdays and 3/4 of them end up totaling it within weeks anyway. I wanted Jeff to earn his car, so he'd appreciate it. I wanted to give Jeff something more substantial than a material purchase. I wanted to give Jeff something that he could really own for the rest of his life—something that his “old man” gave him, by which he'd always remember and cherish our good times together. I gave the matter a lot of thought over the weeks leading up to Jeff's birthday, and one day at the Y it finally came to me. After a particularly taxing day of work, a heavy greasy burger lunch on the run in my car between meetings, and two too many beers with the my last client of the day, I decided I should do myself some good and hit the gym. I phoned my wife from the car and explained that I needed some “me time”, and I'd be home late after I hit the gym and unwound a little. She and I respect each other's need for space and time and I think that makes for a good marriage in our case. We both know how invigorating and detoxifying it can be to pump out some adrenaline at the gym, sweat out that stress, and rejuvenate in the bathing facilities at the Y. Our local Y was just built a few years ago and is well maintained. The men's steam and dry saunas are spic and span, as are the pool, locker, and shower areas. After a good run and some free weights, I felt like I deserved some shower time and indulgently headed towards the showers. I couldn't wait to peel off my sweat-drenched gym gear and just bask under the hot jet sprays of the shower for a while. It was about an half an hour before the Y closed and I'd been the only one under the refreshing steam jets of the showers for a while. I'd actually finished scrubbing myself down and eyes closed, I was letting the warm water glide down over my oxygenated muscles and swirl the ocean-scented body wash down the drains at my feet. Racking my brain once again about what to get Jeff, and breathing in lung-fulls of steam and scented water, my mind wandered. I started thinking about how good the water felt on my skin. My balls were hanging low and when my soapy hand drifted past the head of my now lucid cock I felt hedonistic warmth rush in patches all over my body. My mind's eye flashed images of all the hot muscles I'd seen straining and pushing in the gym. Guys with massive arms—huge guns Jeff called them—paraded and pumped in my mind. I remembered a distinctly huge, beefy football player we'd seen during last Sunday's game. Trying to imagine what this guy's look like unstuffed from his tight shiny blue pants, I threw wood. This jolted me back to reality and I struggled to focus as I opened my eyes. At first, I wasn't sure if I was asleep or really under the hot foggy showers. What appeared to be that guy from Sunday's game—or perhaps his brother—was hanging up his towel at the end of the row of showers and heading towards me on the right. I wiped my wet hair to the side and flushed the excess water from my eyes and still I had to blink twice to realize that I was in fact fully conscious and cognizant of the hulking beefster next to me. He casually said hi and turned on the shower nozzle next to where I was standing. I choked out a ridiculously girlish “umm …hi there.” and turned the other way to quickly apply an additional dose of shampoo to my already clean hair. After all, I tried to convince myself, the bottles does read “shower, rinse, repeat”. I just needed to figure out how I could steal another glance what I thought I saw with this huge guy. What I definitely knew was that this guy was stacked. He was probably 6’6”, thick slabs of bulky rounded muscles that bounced on his already massive frame, black hair, and a strong healthy girth that in all honesty must've been about three bills. This guy was massive! In a deep baritone, he started humming that clever baby back ribs jingle, then started singing it. When he breathed, his thick d cup pecs bounced, and in turn so did his ripped but bulging belly, and so on down to his meat. In my peripheral vision I could sense something huge and pendulous moving, and as my eyes were drawn down this beast's thick body I honed in on the hugest package I've ever witnessed The guy sported a long fat dong, close in size and shape to a baby's arm, and a massive pair of bull nuts. He was donkey hung and didn't seem to mind me staring, as he rinsed the shampoo from his hair. Arms raised behind his head, blowing out his huge biceps for me like cocky plumage—his gut and basket were pushed forward making his meat bounce even harder with each deep “baby back, baby back, baby back” reiteration. He finally addressed my stunned stare with a friendly, but decidedly knowing, “Ya wanna know what it's like, doncha? I gulped and nodded. He told me most guys couldn't keep their eyes off of it and he didn't mind the attention at all. In fact, he told me he liked to share the wealth and I could take a hold of it to see how heavy it felt. I couldn't believe this guy was gonna let me grab his donkey in the showers, but I knew that beggars can't be choosers and decided to seize the opportunity, along with his horsemeat. I nervously looked around—the locker-room was silent except for us, and I stepped over in front of him. When I took his huge hang in my hand I blushed because even my man-sized hand couldn't reach all the way around it. I squeezed a little and repositioned my fingers around the rubbery dong, but I still couldn't get full grasp. It must've weighed a solid pound plus, and the giant bag that hung beneath his flopper held two testes the size of softballs. I recoiled my hand quickly because for a second I thought for sure this must be some kind of physical abnormality—like a twin brother that never fully developed and I was going to see this guy on Oprah next week or something. It was abnormal to say the least, but it was indeed a cock. And the most perfectly formed giant monster cock I think anyone has ever seen. Even with the internet male porn I'd sneak on the computer sometimes late at night, I'd never seen anything this big. “I guess you've got some rare lucky genetics”, I nervously snickered to break the tension. “No way buddy” he chuckled, “this isn't a genetic gift from my dad. This is Christmas gift from my girlfriend”. Puzzled, I stared back wondering what the hell he meant. I asked him to explain, and he told me that his girlfriend worked downtown—not far from Chinatown. During her lunch breaks she would often peruse a local herbal shop and buy crazy cough remedies and PMS teas and stuff. She developed a great rapport with the owner—a withered but wise old Chinese man who had an herbal remedy or potion for anything and everything that ails ya. His girlfriend mentioned one day that she needed a unique gift for her boyfriend, and something that they could possibly use to enhance their sex life. She expected some Benewah balls or spicy herbed lube of some sort, but instead the old man winked at her and said he had just the thing. He scurried off, climbed up a ladder, and produced a glass jar of what appeared to be dried black leaves of some sort from a hidden stash, behind the New Age book overstock section. As he climbed down from the ladder he shook a bony finger her way and warned her to be very careful with what he was about to share with her. He told her it was an ancient Asian masculinity herb and would produce amazing yet unregulated aphrodisiac affects on whoever ingested the mix. He warned that the results were always unpredictable, yet he'd never seen happier customers than those who'd purchased the herbs for their mates. He said it was never to be taken—or even touched by women, and she should only allow her partner to open and ingest the contents that he spooned into a tiny rice paper envelope for her. She agreed and giggled inside thinking that if nothing else, it would make for a great gag gift Little did she know that the seedling thought in her mind at that moment would manifest itself in the way the herbs would take effect. Three days later her boyfriend was transformed after drinking the herbs steeped as tea, as the envelope prescribed. “She eventually learned to overcome her gag reflex.” the bruiser cockily laughed, “and I've been the object of admiration and respect from everyone I've met since, he snickered. “I've gotten three promotions at work, was made captain of my rugby team, and I never pay for drinks at clubs anymore.”, he goaded. He shook the obscene member at me again and taunted me with it. You want one, doncha bud? You wanna know what it's like to have a donkey swinging between your thighs 24/7, doncha buddy? His previously jovial demeanor now verged on arrogance, but I suppose I couldn't blame him. I nodded and agreed when he inquired for the third time about my envy, but I knew I needed to play it cool if I were to maximize this situation. It almost seemed as if the serpent in his fist was speaking directly to me now. “You want this for yourself, doncha dude?” it hissed lewdly. “No”, I responded simply. That threw the guy for a loop, as I'm sure it wasnt the typical glazed and patented “uh huh” he was accustomed to hearing. “I want it for my son.”, I announced. The guy laughed and asked me if I was kidding. I shared a little info with him about my relationship with my son, and told him about my desire to gift Jeff with something he'd not soon forget. He agreed with my logic and told me he'd share the secret shop with me, but only on one condition. “What's that?”, I queried him. “That if he gets bigger than me, I get to see his.” Deal! We shook on it and he clued me in as to where I needed to go and what I needed to do. The next morning I cleared my afternoon schedule and made a beeline to the shop at lunch. By 12:30 I held in my possession the gift of life for my son's 18th birthday. Jeff's eighteenth birthday was two days away, and I was anxious to give Jeff his gift. I doubted and questioned myself over and over again in the meantime. Was this wrong? Was it illegal? Doesn't every dad hope that their son wil inherit the best genes the family jewels have to offer? I figured at most Jeff and I would get a good laugh, and then I'd buy him a car to reoccupy his mind. That Friday night couldn't have come sooner. Of course Jeff was hosting an obligatory blow-out bash in our basement rec-room with 10 of his closest buds (car keys to be left in my possession), but I wanted to share a special private moment with my son before his guests arrived. After dinner I went into my den and threw back two double Scotch's, and called for Jeff to come join me. Feeling the need to be relaxed I was wearing those old Adidas track shorts form my stint on my HS running team 2½ decades prior, and I was adjusting my ball sack and to the warm glow produced by the Scotch when Jeff entered the room. “What's up Pops?” he asked—with an inconceablable smile on his face. In the back of his mind, I knew he thought he was baout to be hnaded a set of keys to a new Porsche or at least a VW. I told Jeff to feel free to grab a beer from my minibar fridge and sit down, because i wanted to talk to him. His eyes lit up about the beer and the newly adult privilege I bestowed on him, but of course he felt compelled to add a cynical teenage groan and obligatory eye roll at the prospect of a lecture. He flopped into the leather armchair opposite me, threw one leg over the side and popped open his beer. He paused just briefly before swigging form it—first to see if I was really going to allow him to drink a beer, and secondly to hide that fact that he knew how to swig beer form a bottle like a sailor already. That fact would have solidified my sneaking suspicion that hed been raiding my wetbar for about a year now anyway, and possibly even explain why I couldn't find my favorite Adidas shorts sometimes. He sensed my lax attitude about the beer and took and sip and pretended to make a face at the fuzz. I told him to cut the BS with me and remember who he was dealing with here and we both laughed. That broke the ice and he proceeded to swig the bottle like a seasoned pro. “Jeff”, I started, “I want you to know that since you were a little boy, I've only ever wanted the best for you—in every possible way.” Another obligatory eye roll and a mumbled “I know that, Dad—sheesh!”. “Now Jeff, listen to me here for a minute, I continued. Aside form footing the ridiculous bill for this party of yours tonight, I picked up something special for your birthday. One more gulp of beer and an intense stare to me as he tried to figure out what kind of car I was leading up to. Then he finished the beer. “Can I have another one Dad? Please! It's my only 18th birthday, c'mon!” Ok, I relented but I want one too, and I have something else for us as well.. He swung back around from the fridge, hading me the beer and looked at the tiny envelope in my hands. “I have something here for you son, and now that you're a man I think you can handle this.” He looked again at the envelope as he flopped back into the chair and asked me if I was going to smoke a jay with him. Now I was the one who rolled my eyes, and explained that I wasn't quite that kind of Dad, but I did have something for him that I could almost guarantee none of his friends Dads would give them. “What is it Dad?” he asked, his curiosity piqued. “Whatcha got for me Pops?” “A donkey dick.” I flatly replied. Jeff blew beer foam thru his nose—spraying my legs and shorts. Coughing and trying to regain composure, he laughed out loud at me. “No, really c'mon Dad.” he belted out. The beer was going to his head fast and I could see his beefy pink cheeks flush with alcohol and laughter. “What is it?”. I explained to him about the old Chinaman in the shop and the supposed effects of the herbs and Jeff just stared at me—trying to determine if I was pulling his leg, or if premature Alzheimer's was settling in. “I'm serious, Jeff.” I explained. “Guys with monster cocks get ahead in this world and even though I don't believe I've done you wrong in the family jewels department, I want you to have every advantage possible in this world.” He knew my spiel was of the utmost honesty and sincerity and he quieted down. “So what do I do?” He looked to me for a lead. I handed him the envelope and told him to add the crushed leaves to his beer. “Even if it tastes bad, swallow it all and don't puke, OK? I chided him. “I know how to drink beer Dad”, he mocked and snatched the satchel from my hands. The reality of what I was presenting him kicked in, and I knew that at this moment a new car was the FURTHEST thing from his hormonally charged teen mind. I had to admit—I was on the edge of my seat, myself. Jeff added the mixture to his beer and glug, glug, glugged it down. He sat back down in the chair and looked completely normal. I watched intently for any sign of change. He looked down at his crotch, back up at me, and then let go a huge belch. That made us both laugh an then Jeff's face went completely blank and pale. He bolted up quickly in front of me and grabbed my arm. “Oh my God, Dad!, he exclaimed nervously, I think it's starting.” Jeff began trembling and his grip on my arm grew stronger—almost to the point that it hurt me. I steadied him at the hip with my other arm and frantically panicked, wondering if I'd just poisoned my own son. A huge smile dawned on his lips and he shook my arm excitedly. I broke my gaze from his face as I noticed his baggy khaki trousers begin to heave and stir. He was tenting alright and my curiosity kept me glued in my seat—at eye-level with his growing mound. Jeff threw his head backwards, let out a lewd moan, and inhaled deeply. When he did, the bulge in his trousers lunged forward and a large burgeoning outline was taking shape. With each low guttural moan, Jeff was breathing life into his new baby. Within minutes the distinct outline of a large eggplant was bulging out of his pants I wondered how insane this night would become. “Awww yeah—that feels sooooo damn good”, Jeff hissed under his breath. His voice had already deepened and his nascent donkey drew the attention of his hands. Both of them rubbed the enormous eggplant bulge in his pants and he caught my eye with a glace as he squeezed his pant mound. I could see pure sexual lust in his eyes and it was a little awkward for me to recognize that in my son. I'd seen this look before during really intense, connected sex sessions with girlfriends—even my wives now and then, but this was different. I could literally smell and taste the pheromones Jeff's pits were exuding and the heady aroma drew me in. Jeff's moaning continued and I thought his antagonized pants my burst right in my face. It was as if someone were filling a giant water balloon down his leg and soon the bulge began to resemble a butternut squash. I doubted the cotton of his khaki's ability to retain the monster much longer and wondered when it would stop. I mean—I did want Jeff to have a huge one, but I didn't want him relegated to a traveling sideshow or medical journal. Oh shit—what if I gave him too much? What if he's too young? Thoughts were racing through my mind, but the manly aromas now wafting form Jeff's body were starting to bone me as well. Jeff's breathing began to slow and the bulge seemed to have slowed its rapid rate of expansion. I couldn't help myself any longer and I reached forward and yanked down Jeff's trousers. What lay before my eyes was the wildest thing I'd ever seen. Jeff's cock had morphed into a heavy, lewd column of meat. He'd even developed a massive juicy foreskin that bloated out the circumference of the cock and make it appear even larger. It had to be at least 15 inches in length and probably 10 inches around. It bobbed and throbbed in front of my face and seemed to be breathing on it's own. His ball sack hung a solid foot below his groin and his testes had swollen up like ripe Florida grapefruits. Jeff wrapped both hands all the way around it and with his voice definitely an octave lower asked me if it was really him. He squeezed it and shook the bloated beast a few times. Jeff shuddered in ecstasy and a tablespoon of thick precum oozed from his quarter-slot piss-slit, and began a viscous, slow-mo descent from Jeff's monster and dripped lewdly onto my leg. I shoveled the goo up with my fingers and brought it to my nose. It reeked of semen personified, and I nearly succumbed to the Cloroxy smell, as if I were scrubbing an unventilated bathtub. Jeff leaned in and inhaled deeply. When he did my cock jumped and the head burst forth from my tight Adidas shorts. That gave us both a jolt and Jeff's monster bounced one final time and bloated up another inch in diameter. That was as big as it was gonna get, and it was gargantuan by any standards. Neither of us knew what to expect from his newly birthed monsterbone. My son was now a magnificent bullstud. His monster meatshaft would be the envy of men everywhere, his now stacked bulbous chest had grown a thick matt of fur. His voice was a full octave deeper and he'd developed a visible 5 o'clock shadow. His eyes were lustfully wild and it was plain that I'd turned my son into a sexual beast. He grabbed my head from behind and forced my mouth onto his Easter ham. My eyes bulged and my lips stretched tightly just to accommodate the head. As my eyes teared up, I looked up at him and saw maniacal evil in his eyes. I don't think he even knew it was me he was forcing onto his cock. I don't think he cared either. At that moment my manboy just needed his nut. I got him into this situation and I was to endure the brunt of his first powerdong experience. He bludgeoned my mouth and I whimpered like a punished boy, taking my medicine. Copious amounts of precum poured from his nozzle like a broken beertap and my swollen lips barely accommodated one third of his might girth. He pumped and grunted and I gasped for air thru my nose. Thick bolts of precum squished out the corners of my mouth and landed in loud splats on the floor each time he plunged his beast into my skull. My boner was throbbing like mad but I couldn't touch it because I needed both hands to steady myself as my son tore me a new one. Tears streamed down my purple swollen face and I nearly passed out form asphyxiation. Synaptic stars shot off like fireworks in my brain due to lack of oxygen and then the first volley hit. The cum gushed so intensely out of Jeff's cock that the pressure blew him off of me like a crimped firehose unraveling. Trying to get a hold of the angry beast, Jeff grabbed it tightly with both hands and attempted to direct the lurid flow of semen, but it was no use. He shot off at least ten huge wads of cum, each one pulsing out of his monster and hosing me down in warm pungent jizz. Jeff grunted and growled and I could literally see his balls beginning to deflate as they unleashed their substantial payload. A thick gloppy cupful of jizz splatted squarely in my face and I looked out from under the drippin ooze to see Jeff collapse back into his chair. I shot my meager manwad into a puddle of my son's mitochondrial spermpool, and struggled to catch my breath. Within moments Jeff was snoring in the chair, and I scrambled to clean up the slippery mess. My den was awash with jizz and I sopped it with as many bar towels as I could find. My body was covered in the gooey gore and I worried that Jeff's guests might start arriving soon so I hurriedly wiped down everything and ran to the shower. When I came back Jeff began to stir, the swelling of his thick member had begun to subside and in the light it looked like a like a saintly baby sleeping. “Oh my God, Dad, Jeff started, I just had the most fucked up dream.” When he looked down for a reality check, he gulped hard and his eyes shot up at me in near disbelief. There was an intense moment of silence and then Jeff's signature smile appeared. He confirmed what I had always hoped he would say to me. “You're the best Dad ever!” “Happy Birthday Jeff, I replied. Never forget who's your Daddy!”
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I get that we all like sucking cock - and im craving having my mouth filled atm. But im finding that im expressing a preference for girth over length - I much prefer having a thick, fat cock being rammed down my throat than one that is simply long. I guess it's that feeling of being stuffed and stretched at the same time. cut and plenty of pubic hair - with lots og girth is my idea of cock heaven. What does everyone else prefer? Just curious.
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As restrictions eased here in Sydney the saunas crept back into life last week. I am generally not a sauna fan, more of a naked sex party, darkroom slut, but it has been a very dry period for my mancunt in these past few months, except for my regular Indian FB on Friday nights and a couple of other spasmodic fucks from regulars who have bred me on and off for a period of time. As usual on Friday night I went to my Indian FB's for the usual two doses of his black cock. I left and thought "fuck it sauna here I come." I decided I was not going to entertain the prissy, picky parade that wanders around for yonks - so I stripped down to my jockstrap and hit the glory holes first. I wasn't in there 2 minutes when a beautiful fat uncut cock came through - and boy did i chow down on that, it just felt wonderful to have anon cock in my mouth again. He blew a bucketload - and I savoured every drop running my tongue under his foreskin to make sure i got every last straw. I then hit the dark room, and again in no time a slim Asian man bent me over against the wall and gave me a lovely 5 minute plowing. No sooner had he added his jizz to my FB's a bearish type guy was straight in. 5 loads later I was back in the real world and the one I am used to again. Seems like plenty were just there to bust their nuts and people were fucking rampantly. I was watching one guy plow a younger guy with a condom on nearby me. When one of my tops had unloaded, he pulled out of the guy he was fucking, discarded the condom and walked over and entered me. I hope the frenetic pace keeps up as I am back there on Friday night and hoping the joint is still pumping....seed!
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I guess It's no secret that I love DP... The feeling of being completely stretched around two hard cocks pounding raw in me, well... I love it! But obviously some professionals can do one better, and I have to say I find it inspirational - or even aspirational! I wish I could try that... The closest I've come to that was when a rather dominant man was using my double-ended dildo in me and decided to bend it so I had both heads in me - and he slid his raw cock up next to the dildo heads... And yes, that was AWESOME (but also rather challenging), and I guess that means my hole CAN be stretched to accommodate three cocks - if the tops can get their positioning right, because it does seem to require some agility on the part of the two "tops-on-top"... But just LOOK at that picture of three cocks sharing a single hole... My arse is all tingling just thinking about it...
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New to writing go easy on me! True story Sunday a guy I met on grindr last year, messaged me and told me he just left the gym and was horny. I was free and my husband was at work so i showered and quickly got ready. He only lives .02 miles away but our schedule always conficts with each other. I got to his apartment and knocked on the door, he opened it slitghty for me to come in, there he was 6'1 thick stocky muscle guy standing there naked rock hard. I closed and locked the door and he grabbed me and we started making out, bearded masculine tops turn me on!! I was rock hard and starting grabbing his dick while he was holding my head kissing me deep with alot of tounge(my fav), Me stroking his super thick 8 inch cock. I finally dropped to my knees and in one second it was down my throat, he moan "oh fuck" and started throat fucking me. At this point im leaking precum like crazy and he pulled me up and started kissing me again to taste his cock from my mouth. He pulled me to the bed and pushed me down pulled off my shirt and shorts to leave me lying there in my boxer briefs. Now im a pretty big guy 6'0 about 250lbs and he layed me down and got on top of me, i wad in heaven I love when guys who sre bigger than me lay on top of me kissing our cocks rubbing together. He turned over and pulled me on top of him and i started licking his neck down to his nipples and his smooth thick body down to his cock again! Damn it was so big and hard he layed there as I spent about 10 min deepthroating his cock(again one of my favs) i slid down off the bed and sat on the floor eith my back agains the bed and he stood up and stuck his thick cock in my mouth and holding my head and started face fucking me i was so turned on! Tasting his precum leaking so heavily i knew by the sounds and moans he wss making he was about to cum, and for me that drives me wild and I shot my load straight up all over my chest, and then he started getting louder and more forceful he pulled out cause he likes to see it shoot all over my face and he blew a huge load, stream after stream, i tried to catch as much as I could with my mouth and tounge and theb he shoved his cock back in my mouth and let ne lick it clean!! The taste of his cum was amazing , sweet and creamy i loved it!! After he pulled his cock out my mouth, he said "Fuck you can suck some cock, that was great, Thanks Bro!" I got dressed and we chatted for a few and then i left, driving home tasting the cum on my lips was enough for me to get home and jerk off again!! Very hot time, cant wait to do it again!!
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This is a question that has been on my mind off and on for years. I know a blowjob doesn’t involve actual blowing,but what would happen if you actually pushed air into a guy’s cock? Is it a health hazard or would the body keep air from entering there? I know it’s a weird question.
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Gettin tired of bottoms saying "unless you have 10 inches or more, don't waste my time". Ok, bottom boys, you have been watching way too much porn. I don't have a 10 cock and neither do a lot of my top buddies, but we are good fucks. I have a thick cock and I fuck real good. You may prefer to stay home and fuck yourself with a giant dildo but a dildo can't shoot a load up your ass.
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In our current state of lockdown in Sydney things have been deathly quiet on the fuck front. Driving me insane, but I know the way things are. I have been a little bit lucky as a couple of my regulars and semi regulars have come to my place and thrown their bone down my throat and or in my cunt - but am getting nowhere near the cock and seed a cumdump like me needs for sustenance. My Indian friend has even gone on ice, and our regular Friday fuck session was cancelled last week. I suppose things are going to be like this for some time. The other night a top, who had fucked me 12 months ago or more, hit me up and started messaging me about how he hadn't had an arse to unload in for three weeks and "fucked if I am going out anywhere." He wanted me to practice COVID19 "safe sex". I was to come to his place, strip down to my jockstrap inside the opened front door, put on the gloves and face mask he was leaving there for me, proceed to the loungeroom - get on all fours on the towels on the rug and he would come in give it to me doggy and blow his bolt. I was horny as so I agreed. It all went to plan, except that I only got a good hard 5 minute fucking and was just warming up to the feel of his great cock when he dropped his wadd in me. It was promising though as he said he had offered the deal to other bottoms he knew - who had rejected it. "Can we do this regularly while this shit is on?" he asked patting my arse with gloved hand as he pulled his cock out of me. I said "anytime." Walked back to the front door - got dressed and left. Welcome to a new era!
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I love sucking to completion, young men and boys, I'm a cum swallower, love it, started as a kid, have gotten pretty damn good at it, love a Big Young Cock Deep in my throat feeding me Cum, I can not host but car play or outdoors s fun or your place. All Sex is available, except I don't rim, ass licking OK, but nothing Deep, a condom required for my Ass.
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For me one of the hottest things has always been being watched when I get fucked. It all started years ago when my ex used to just love watching me get fucked and would encourage me and the tops to fuck like animals. He would spend the weekend organising tops to come over and fuck me - or take mt to a backroom and put me on the fuck bench and stand back and cheer from the grandstand as tops took turns at me. At first I was shy but I put that aside thinking I was pleasing him, then it suddenly became obvious it also pleased me immensely. I gradually became very addicted to audiences. I also enjoyed watching him fuck other bottoms in group sessions or one on one and even helped him procure bottoms that he wanted to fuck. I love an audience in backrooms, darkrooms, sex parties etc. It all becomes very primal for me and enhances the enjoyment I get from being bred. Do other bottoms and tops feel the same way
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Had a very weird experience on Sunday afternoon. As a total cockpig and cumdump I am used to being fucked by all shapes and sizes in many different ways. Last Sunday I went to my favourite back room looking to get my arse seen to by five or six tops. I had been bred a couple of times, once on the fuck bench and once in the darkroom. I was cruising the corridor in my jockstrap looking for more cock, when a tall, beefy top basically pushed me into a cubicle and said "get in there I want to fuck you." I am not one much for the cubicle one on one fuck thing as I prefer to be bred in public, it also generally leads to me getting fucked more as audience participation sets in. But, like a good sub I did what I was told and immediately got to knees and started sucking his lovely thick cock. He told me he had seen me getting bred on the fuck bench. I am used to all sorts of fucks, good, bad, hard, gentle - but I am not used to them being all wrapped up in one top. This man was un-be-lievable. Over the next 25 minutes he fucked me in several different positions, used different angles that made my cunt walls tingle, long dicked me, pumped like a machine, then slowed down to a gentle push. He threw me around the cubicle like I was a ragdoll and took total charge of me. It was one of the most enjoyable and pulsating fucks I have ever had. At one point when I was doggy style he leaned back and massaged the lips of my mancunt with his thumbs as he was fucking me. The feeling was incredible. He collapsed on my back when he came and his body was soaked in sweat. As soon as he pulled out and lay on his back - I did my usual - setting to work to clean up his cock and balls. I couldn't resist, I was so appreciative of what he had just done to me and how good he made my whole body feel, but I started licking the sweat from his snake trail up is hairy chest. He told me he couldn't possible go again. I told him that was ok but I was just being totally appreciative of one of the all time great fucks and how much I appreciated the hard work he had done and how much I appreciated that he was trying to make it enjoyable for me as well, and he well and truly exceeded that goal. He said he had to leave to go to an appointment. He left and I sat in the cubicle for a couple of minutes massaging my own hole and taking in the outrageous fuck he had given me. Even when I went back to the fuck bench, the next three cocks I took felt better because of the way he had made my hole feel. Not often I am in awe of a top's skill and effort, more concentrating on just getting a top's rocks off. I hope he is back at the joint next week, as I told him I go every Friday night and most Sunday afternoons if I can't organise something at home.
