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A Minor Epiphany at the Bookstore
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—August, 2021 I came home from Chicago and holed up in my duplex. It was the largest group I had mixed with in ages. It was also the largest group of all vaccinated men I had mixed with ever. I felt fine, but I kept to myself for twelve days to make sure. So, of course, now that I was ready, the hook ups sites were dead. I went to the bookstore nearest to me… It’s slow, but it is a Friday afternoon. I do no more than look into the empty straight theatre before turning and going around to the gay side. The door shuts with a loud click behind me. There is no one here either. I sit in the cock sucker’s seat. I unbutton and knead my full jock pouch. The porn looks like it has potential. I hear a movement behind me. Someone is in the corner behind the door. I wait. The movie is good enough that my cock emerges from under the fabric. I stroke it. Slowly. The man behind me moves along the wall until he is even with me. He is a mixed-race young man I have seen here before, but he has always been only a watcher. He is in his very early 30’s, maybe 5’8” and has always carried a little extra weight. He looks like he now has some Covid weight around his middle, too. “Damn,” he says, breaking the silence. “Nice dick.” I thank him. He squeezes his cock as looks at me stroke—and then at the film where a very hot three way is close to the multiple cum shot. “Take it out,” I tell him. “Nobody’s here.” He does. We stroke in silence as jizz is splashed all over the incredibly hard bodies on the screen. Suddenly he is standing next to me. I turn and his short cock is in my mouth. He is close to cumming. I press forward…and get another three inches of cock in my mouth that his extra weight is hiding. He shoots, zips up, thanks me—and leaves. * I go to the straight theatre for some jerking variety. Sitting in the back row is a dapper old man. A white man, who is at least 10, if not 15, years older than me. He is neat and trim and sitting with his nicely pressed pants wide open—sporting a rampant thick piece of uncut meat. We smile at each other as I sit in the chairs in front of him. Pretty soon I feel him lean forward to get a gander at my cock. He taps my shoulder. “Would you mind standing up and showing me that cock of yours?” I smile—and do what he asks. “That is one of the nicest I’ve ever seen.” “You have a beauty yourself,” I tell him. (This is not the conversation I would ever have thought I would have just by looking at him.) I move around and sit next to him. I am definitely longer. But his entire shaft is as thick as the widest point of my mushroom cock head. “My wife loved my thickness—but she couldn’t handle sucking it,” he tells me. “That’s how I first found out that some men love to do it.” He turns and looks at me. “Is that you?” he asks, very softly. I don’t answer. I slide to the floor and take him in my mouth. I do have to open wide, but it’s not a struggle. Or a long suck. He is obviously in need. His body shudders with a full on orgasm. But it’s totally dry. All the feeling is there for him—but he shoots nothing at all. He thanks me profusely and dabs at his spit slick cock with a white handkerchief. “That was wonderful.” He lays his very white, very soft hand on my shoulder. “Thank you again, dear boy.” I melt a little into my chair… * I get some head from the couple who come here to suck others—usually not in each other’s presence, but they take turns on me today, pulling down their masks when not sucking. Then they bustle off to the arcade. A guy around my age comes in. He stands along the back wall. Tall, and gangly, dressed in shorts, a yellow tee and sandals. He unzips immediately. He flogs a dick that refuses to get hard. I turn towards him and he shoves it in my mouth. Nothing. I can’t do anything to get him hard—and I know have good skills. The guy sighs, pulls out and goes to his knees. The moment he takes me in his mouth he gets hard. As a rock. So hard he soon dares not touch himself. He gives me decent head for another moment—and touches his cock. “Ahjesusfuck,” he mumbles—standing up and just getting it to my mouth in time as he fires off his load. I take it all—and then he crams it back into his shorts and leaves. I sit by myself for a minute. On a normal night, all three of the men that have been in my mouth would have been second or third or fourth choices as playmates—but today they were all, well, fun… I button up and go back to the gay theatre. I spend some time alone. The door opens. In comes a guy in his late 20’s. His skin is dark—and in total contrast to the tight white A-shirt he wears. His arms are thick and powerful. His thighs fill up the old school gym shorts that stop mid-thigh. He sits next to the wall. He carries a soda bottle and takes a long drag on it as his legs splay out. The door opens. A young man, white and pale comes in. He has to have followed this guy from the arcade—he knows he will find him here. “Now suck my dick right,” the first man tells the kid as he pulls the tiny shorts down to his ankles. His fully engorged, thick cock is trying to escape from a once white jock. The younger guy kneels and starts to fellate him. But it’s not going well. “Cover your damn teeth,” he hisses at the younger man. I watch the big guy grab the back of the younger ones neck and hold him in place. The kid chokes. Hard enough for the kid to wrest himself free and leave. The man strokes to the porn—as do I. He barely looks at me—just once, perhaps, at my dick. The door opens—it’s a mid 40’s white guy, seemingly also from the arcade. “You want to try again?” the built guy asks. “Naw, you’re too thick.” This new guy lingers for a moment—then leaves. Silence. With just the two of us beating our big cocks. “What about you…Daddy?” I look at him—at least he didn’t call me “Gramps.” I shrug, stand up and kneel between his legs. I oval big and sink down on him. “Well, fuck! That’s it…” He’s pleased. I can just keep my teeth covered, the way my mouth is stretched. He grabs the back of my throat and holds me in place. He fucks up into my mouth. I eventually choke—but it’s the good kind—it squeezes his trapped dick and he loves it. He stands and lets me do what I do—and then fucks my face again. I don’t choke in this kneeling position—and he gives a satisfied grunt. “Get ready—I’m finally gonna blow.” His dick expands---and he does. A huge white load. Most goes straight down my throat. He stands still and I am allowed to clean him up. He pats me on the shoulder in a very similar way to the old man—but says nothing. I get off in two strokes—all over the floor—the moment I hear the door slam shut. Here is a link to the original, one of over 1000 postings: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/10/a-minor-epiphany-at-bookstore.html -
Bookstore Highlights One: The Arab
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—August, 2021 I came home from my quick job in western Indiana right at the end of July. I self quarantined for a week. I even did a rapid and then a regular Covid test as the county I had been working in was a hotbed of anti-vaxxers. All was well. Thank you, Moderna. Once I was horny again, I found many of the men in my stable seemed to be away for the summer. So I ended up going to the bookstore for three sessions. Each trip had its own highlight. Here is the first… I am sitting in the gay theatre. My legs are spread wide. My mask is on. I watch the video—and occasionally stroke the head of the man who is sucking my rampant cock. He is around my age—but is much heavier. It wasn’t easy for him to get on his knees. But he did it. The call of my dick is too strong. His mask is now under his chin. He is not, frankly, much to look at, but I know that he has some superb oral skills. He leaves my cock and buries his face on my balls. He licks them. He licks under them. He carefully sucks them one at a time into his mouth. Then he goes back to my dick. Long and deep. Every time. Not much else is happening this late, weekday afternoon. It’s fairly deserted. Occasionally someone comes in, looks at the sex taking place, nods and leaves. I wish I could give this guy a load. I know he’d love it—and it is feeling great, but I am nowhere near shooting. I can tell his time on his knees is coming to an end. Almost as I think it, his head comes off my dick and he makes to get up. I stand and give him an arm. He thanks me and heads out. Now I am alone. I decide to check the straight theatre. I go next door. Here there is one man sitting off to the side, his eyes glued to the girl on the screen taking dick in her ass. I sit in the back row. I open my fly and jerk. The guy never looks in my direction. He kneads himself through his pants. A lot. Eventually, shorts tented, he leaves. I sit alone and stroke. The door opens. A man, medium height, mid 40’s, with a wiry body (and mask-less), enters. At a glance he seems to be Arab. The dark hair on his head is cut very close to his scalp. His five o’clock shadow is deep and dark. The hair on his forearms is curly and ample. He stands against the back wall. Right next to where I am sitting. We both watch the movie. The woman being used is good looking—and she obviously loves very wet anal sex. It’s hot. For both of us. I stroke and the man next to me keeps grabbing at his crotch. We do this, silently, for a good 10 minutes. The only sound is the slick squish of the lube on my dick. I look over at him. This time I actually catch him looking at my dick. He looks away quickly. I stroke. He kneads. I turn to him. “You want help with that?” He looks at me. “No, but thank you.” His speech is very precise. We both look back at the screen. A new scene starts. Now it is two men with a new woman. I hear the zipper go down next to me. I don’t look. I let him get his cock out. Finally, I glance over. His hand covers his cock. He isn’t hard. But his hand is squeezing his shaft. His very hairy balls are just peeking out of the fly. I look back at the screen. We stroke and squeeze. Finally from him—“You suck dick?” “Sure.” I turn to him and remove my mask. He turns and lets me take his flaccid, just slightly plumped, cock into my mouth. He sighs as my lips close around it. He deliberately turns his head to look at the screen and not at the guy who has his dick in his mouth. I lick the head. His cock spasms and gives me a stream of cum. Did he just shoot? I swallow and keep going. His cock is harder. My tongue swabs his cock head again. Another shot of cum or precum and he is harder still. I swallow with a slight groan. I love his sweet fluid. He whimpers, but keeps looking at the woman being pummeled by two dicks. I swirl my tongue over the entire length of this cock. It springs to full life. And now he truly cums. He turns and holds me in place as his cock erupts. His load, even after all those other discharges, is immense. I swallow it all. He tries to pull out of my mouth. I grab his hairy balls and hold him in place so I can clean every inch of his deflating dick. I finally let go. He pulls out a napkin—but puts it away as he realizes I have left nothing to wipe up. He tucks his spent cock pack in his shorts. He turns to the door. “Thanks you,” he whispers—just audible over the video’s grunts and groans. “Anytime I’m here.” This makes him turn around. He looks at me. He finally gives me a nod and goes… The original post, along with 1000's of others, is here: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/10/bookstore-highlights-one-arab.html -
Back to the bookstore for three more loads tonight, regrettably all swallowed. “Regrettably” as in “not bred deep into my ass”, but far be it from me to complain about •any• load another man wants to pump into me. At one point I had a cock in each hand and one in my mouth, trying to rotate between them and do them all justice. Still, there seems to be some dynamic about the adult bookstore scene that I’m not catching onto when it comes to sending out the message that “The fucktoy is in position: Gentlemen, start your engines.” I mean, I’m basically naked except for my boots, socks, cap, and a pair of backless jock-briefs. It’s below freezing outside, so it ought to be clear to even the slowest among them that there’s a •reason• my ass is on display, shouldn’t it? Yes, head is often the expected preamble to fucking, I get that. It probably didn’t help matters that the first guy I wrapped my lips around told the whole room that I was a fantastic cocksucker. (I dispute this; I think I probably give very mediocre head because my mouth is too small and I can’t deep-throat no matter how much I practice. An agile tongue can only take you so far. Besides, I’ve managed to suck my own cock before, so I can speak from experience.) On this particular Saturday evening, the cold westher kept some people home. Inversely, this also had the effect of bringing at least one homeless guy into the theater to sleep on one of the couches. I don’t blame him at all, but his presence And that of a clearly CD guy who looked basically like someone’s (homely) mother put a major damper on my general fuckability. Add to this the two gay guys who sat right outside the theater door and held a loud conversation about personal finance and home decorating (I shit you not) and it started to become difficult to maintain a hard-on, let alone score an ass-fucking. So far, the last two visits to the ABS have netted me five losds, but only one by breeding. I’m beginning to wonder whether I ought to stick to hotel hosting with ads that specify that I’m only taking breeders. The ABS might work out better if I used the glory-holes, but I’ve never liked that method. *Sigh* Men are strange animals. But my tongue sure likes the way they taste.
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"He Wants Your Cum..."
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—April, 2021 So my last outing in April was back to the bookstore nearest my home. If the time before (detailed in the last entry) felt like I could not put a step wrong—this one felt quite different. Until an explosive end… The parking lot is busy—but not totally full as I pull in. A good sign. I pay and enter the larger, straight video room. A small crowd. I can actually sit in the aisle seat in the back. It’s the one I call the cocksucker seat as guys can stand along the back wall and with a simple turn be in your mouth. I stroke. Two guys are in the chairs in front of me and two guys are standing along the back wall. When I take my dick out, so do the men on the wall. I look at the one nearest me. He’s guy around my age who I have sucked before—and I know he likes my mouth. The other man is younger and new to me. He is late 40’s and looks like he is fresh from his construction job. I make eye contact with the guy closest to me. I nod at his cock. He nods back and begins to turn to me. With lightning speed the construction guy is on his knees and sucking the guy. I watch, slightly pissed, but wait for my turn. But in moments the guy being sucked blows his load and leaves. I wait for the construction guy to offer to suck me—or vice versa—but he zips up and leaves. In the dim light I can see the puddle of jizz on the floor where he shot as he took the load. The men in front of me are unaware—or pretending to be—or one of them may actually be asleep. I button up and go next door. I am all alone. The movie is good so I stay. Again, taking the cocksucker seat. I am not alone for long. A younger guy comes in. He stands against the side wall. He openly stares at my crotch. I spread my legs, that not so subtle invitation for him to kneel. He stands still and squeezes his bulge under his khakis. His eyes only leave my drooling dick once to look in my eyes. Instantly he looks to the floor, seemingly ashamed we had eye contact. “Do you want to suck it?” Even with the half-voice I use, it sounds loud in the empty theatre. He takes his eyes off me and looks at the screen for the first time. There is a long moment before he whispers: “I want to, but someone might come in.” “No one will care.” I can see him wrestling with himself as he looks back at me—and then back at the screen. He finally decides. He takes a deep breath and comes near me. He kneels. He kisses the head of my dick. Then seems unsure. Finally: “That jock of yours smells really strong.” I sigh and wait for him to bolt. But no, he unzips and pulls out his very small dick—and then opens his mouth and takes the head of my cock into his mouth. His tongue begins lapping quite nicely. But then his teeth connect with the glans—hard. I flinch. He doesn’t notice. Every time he comes up on my dick his teeth connect with my helmet head. Finally, I can’t take any more. I stand up—still in his mouth—and begin to fuck his face. This is better, I am in control—and deep enough not to let his teeth connect with my cock head. But it is too much for him. He shoots all over my boots. “Sorry…” he whispers as he stuffs himself into his Andrew Christian underwear and scurries out. Other guys amble in. Three of them. All are content to watch me stroke—and nothing more. I go back to the straight side. I lean against the wall. A rather thin, fey university student I recognize from here is in the cocksucker seat. He nods at me—but his attention is on a man leaning against the side wall by the door. With good reason. He is mid-30’s, perfect hair, chiseled features. In fact he’s the stereotype of the young dad in some Johnson & Johnson advertisement. I pull my cock out. It is harder now—at the thought of doing anything with this guy. The college kid moves his hand, so the guy can see both our dicks. He nods at us, his hand going to his crotch and cupping his literal baby maker. I nod. He nods. The kid nods. The baby daddy walks over to us. He is now between us on the back wall. He touches the shoulder of the college kid. “Suck my dick. Next door.” They go out, the kid barely having time to zip. I try to figure out if I should follow. I don’t want to be the sore loser. I wait a bit, sitting in the vacated seat. The two men ahead of me are still in the same places—one watching the movie and one now definitely asleep. I get up and go next door. The three men I left in the gay theatre are ringing the Baby Daddy and the college kid. They are all stroking to the scene in front of them. The college kid is on his knees, his dick out but forgotten, as he gives BD head. It’s a big dick, the daddy is sporting—at least 7 inches and thick. The kid is working hard. He soon resorts to his hand—jerking while sucking the head. Daddy will have none of that. Each time he does it, he pushes the kid’s hand away. I join the circle and pull out my dick. The Baby Daddy smiles at me. “I want to see you suck that big dick,” he tells the college kid. Gamely, the kid crawls over to me and starts sucking. The Daddy moves next to me, jerking wildly. “Blow your load down that cocksucker’s throat,” he tells me. Everybody in the room starts jerking faster as they watch me begin to fuck the college kid’s ovalled mouth. “That’s it. Make him take your load. Deep. So he can’t spit it out.” His own words are obviously turning him on. BD’s cock has grown thicker as he talks. The kid is tearing up. He can’t take much more of my pummeling. “He wants your cum, man, give it to him…” And I do. My body contorts and I shoot. Deep in the kid. He takes every drop. “Shit!” says Baby Daddy. “Let me…” I pull out. Baby Daddy steps in and shoots an impressive load all over the kids face. It runs down his nose, covers his lips and chin. Two spurts on his thick brows are about to drip into his eyes—but the boy smears them away, covering the rest of his face with cum . I flick the tip of Baby Daddy’s spent cock head and get the last drop on my index finger. He tastes as good as he looks. The original is here: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/07/he-wants-your-cum.html -
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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I quite often will put an ad on Craigslist in the 'strictly platonic M2m' category offering a free, no strings attached, full body massage. I'll mention in the ad that I'm fine with str8, gay or bi men. I don't mention anything about a "happy ending" or sex of any kind. But, of course, the vast majority of guys that answer are interested or at least curious about getting a "happy ending". A few will go farther and fuck me. I had been emailing back and forth with a guy named Matt. Matt had described himself as a 34 year old, str8, but open minded, easy going guy that would be interested in my massage. Unfortunately, Matt and myself were both traveling a lot for our jobs at the time. So, our timing just didn't work out. But, Matt had sent me a face pic that showed him shirtless, down to the waist. He wasn't particularly attractive and had a very skinny body. But, the fact that he was a str8 guy was a turn on to me. I'm home now, after all my travels, for a few weeks over the Holidays. A few days ago I sent Matt an email and told him that I was still interested in massaging him if he was still interested. He wrote back that he remembered our emails and he was indeed interested in a massage from me. We set up a massage for today in the early afternoon. I got to his home this afternoon about 1pm. He met me at the door wearing running shorts and a t-shirt. Just like his picture, he's tall, skinny and not particularly attractive. He invited me in and led me to his bedroom. He had laid out a couple of beach towels on top of his sheets. As I got my massage oil out, he undressed to his boxer/briefs and laid down, face down on the bed. "Do you want to keep your briefs on?" I asked. "What do you want?" he asked. "If you want your hips and buttock massaged, you'll eventually need to take them off. But, it's up to you. However you feel the most comfortable." I told him. He jumped up and pulled his boxer/briefs off and tossed them on the chair. He climbed back onto the bed, laying face down on the beach towels. I removed my clothes, telling him that I was taking my clothes off, so that I wouldn't get oil on them. He didn't say anything. I oiled him up and began the massage. I could hear an occasionally soft sigh or moan coming from him. Barely loud enough to hear. But he was definitely enjoying my relaxing touch. I moved down to his butt, thighs and legs. He spread his legs a bit as I got to his inner thighs. He was giving be all the "signs" that he was open for the massage to go more sensual. I climbed onto the bed, behind him and between his now spread legs. I concentrated my massage now on his thighs and butt. My fingers would brush his asshole and balls. When I got in deep to his inner thighs, he lifted his hips a bit. I slid my hand under him and could see his cock was hard. I spread his ass cheeks and looked at his beautiful hole. I leaned in and licked it. He let out a loud sigh. That was all the encouragement I needed. I dove in and began to eat his hole. He was grinding his ass on my face. I ate him for a few moments, then I came up for air. "Are you ok with this?" I asked. He paused and didn't say anything for a moment, then said, "No. I'm not, really. You're not going to put anything in my ass. You're not going to fuck me. I'm str8, remember?" he said. "Oh, no! I don't want to fuck you. I just want to eat your ass if you like it." I said. He didn't say anything, but he put his ass up even higher. So, I took that as a sign that he wanted my tongue back in his hole. I began to eat his hole again. "Stroke my cock as you lick my ass. You're a fuckin whore. A cocksucking whore. Aren't you?" he said. I stroked his cock as I continued to eat his sweet hole. His cock was about 7" and hard as a rock. But it was very thin. Soon, he flipped over onto his back. I got off the bed and knelt on the edge and began to suck his cock. Because it was so narrow, I was able to easily deepthroat all 7"s of his cock. I'd swallow him to the back of my throat, then milk his cock with my throat muscles. He was loving it. For the first time, he touched me, holding the back of my head as he began to thrust up into my throat. Fucking my mouth like a pussy that was riding him. Over and over again, he'd say. "Yeah, faggott. Suck my str8 dick. You like str8 dick, don't you? What a whore! A fuckin, cocksuckin whore. Fuckin slut!" he grunt. There was anger, aggressiveness and pleasure, all coming out in his voice as he barked at me. I'd reply "MmmnnnHhmmm", I'd moan back with his cock all the way down my throat. I fondled his balls as I sucked. Then I moved a finger to his asshole and massaged his rosebud. He lifted his hips and pushed back against my finger. I spit on my finger and put it back to his hole. I slowly slipped it up into him. I got in so far, I could feel his prostate. It was hard and swollen. As I massaged his prostate, as I deepthroated his cock. I came up off his cock and asked him if he had ever fucked a guy? "No." he said. After a moment he said, "I don't think I want to. And definitely, not without a condom." he said. He paused for a few moments then said, "You got a condom?" he asked. "No. Sorry", I said, then went back to sucking him. For about 5 minutes I alternated between sucking him and jacking him off. "I'm getting close. Where do you want my load?" he asked. "In my mouth. Feed me your cum." I said. I would get him close, but he just couldn't quite cum. He finally took hold of his own cock and was stroking it furiously as I went to his balls and began to lick and suck on his big balls. He was getting very frustrated. He'd get so close to cumming, but just couldn't do it. I was kneeling on the edge of the bed as I continued to suck him. Finally, he pulled himself up and got off the bed. "Stay right as you are. Don't move", he said. He got behind me and spit on my hole. I heard him spit on his cock and he put his cock up to my asshole. I could feel that he was now only partially hard. I didn't think he could slide into me. But, he did. He got his cock into me and I milked it with my ass. I could feel his cock begin to harden again in my ass and he was soon pumping my ass with his cock. Soon he was back to his full hardness. He was now fucking hard and deep. He was slamming his cock into me and slapping his hips hard against my ass as it made a loud slapping sound. He now had grabbed me hard, around the waist and was slamming into me hard and deep. Only about 3 minutes of hard fucking, finally brought him to orgasm. He moaned just slightly, as I could feel his cock throb, as he filled my ass with his spunk. He held his cock in me and slowly would slide it back and forth in my ass. "When I pull out, get your pants on and get out", he said with real harshness. "Yes", was all I said. Finally, he pulled his cock from my ass. As he stepped away from me, I quickly got off the bed and headed for my clothes that were draped across his desk chair. He went into the bathroom and immediately began to shower. From the shower I heard him yell out to me, "You sure you don't have any diseases?" "I'm sure", I said. Laughing to myself. NOW, he's thinking about that. LOL "Don't touch anything. Just get out!" he yelled out. "I'm leaving", I yelled back at him as I passed the bathroom door on my way to his front door. "Thanks for the massage", he yelled back from the shower. "Sure thing." I yell back as I let myself out of his house and head to the door. No doubt, this self described "str8" guy has had many massages and blow jobs from guys before. But, he obviously wasn't psychologically prepared to bareback fuck a gay guy. But, for me it was a "HOT" fuck. I'm always happy to get a str8 guy to cum in my mouth or even better to cum in my ass. -
Just want to know what everybody thinks of pubes? I love them, and I get disappointed if I see that the guy I'm with is shaved. I guess trimming a bit is fine, but a full bush is fantastic! I keep my eyes open when sucking cock and stare at the guy's pubes. I always swallow , unless told not to or the guy doesn't want to cum directly in my mouth, but when cum gets tangled all over his pubes, you bet I'm gonna lick it clean! I also enjoy just playing with a guy's pubes before/after sex.
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Awesome, deepthroat Cocksucker, looking for clean, HWP Dudes, to let me suck their Cocks, to completion and/or Fuck my tight Asshole, til they Breed it, with major Semenload. HMU, guys. Let’s get your Tanks drained!
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Just to show gratitude for the load I just had the privilege of swallowing, but also in the hopes of maybe getting another mouthful, if not right then and there, then maybe in the future. As one regular feeder replied a few weeks back, "You are a polite cocksucker." Save maybe for my 24th birthday, when I got lucky enough to swallow 8 loads in one session, that was probably the proudest moment of my life.
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Hello,I identify myself as straight and have always only had female partners. But sometime back I saw a dream where I was crossdressed by two girls then sucked cock while being pegged by the girls. I freaked out. I thought it would be one off. Then within the last month I had two similar dreams. So now I am thinking of giving it one try though I am not quite sure. So girls can you give me inputs on how to turn myself into a passable girl both dress up and make up? What all do I buy? I have crossdressed only once before and the dressup was done by a female friend so I have no clue as to what to do. Also I don't know people in the city I relocated to so can't get any help and will probably have to do it myself. I think I will give the crossdressing a try and then think about the rest of the stuff.
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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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Any guys on here have a 69 session where the two of you cum at the same time. Happened to me once many years ago. Awesome experience. Would love to try it again.
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Cocksucking is so much more than just sex. It is a way of life, a devotion, a religion, a communion, and a communication. Whether it is with my favourite regular fuck buddies or anonymous cocks at the gloryholes, sucking cock is the best way I can demonstrate absolute adoration for another man. I like to spend a long time with a cock, balls, and ass. I want to get to know them intimately, every shape and dimension, every taste, every smell. When I get my reward of a mouthful of cum, I want to know deep down that that gift has been earned. Of course, I am grateful for those who cum quickly, too, but it is so nice to surrender my whole being to the intensive, undistracted, loving worship of a cock. Cocksucking is often a welcome warm-up for fucking, which I never deny; but I was born to suck cock.
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So guys just wondering if any of you had had all nighters cocksucking with one horny dude or many hot dudes feeding your mouth loads of fuckmilk. I love to get a hot young horny stud and drain his fuckstick of many wads of cockjuice and love to be milked dry of my jizz. The most loads I had sucked from any hot dude was 6, but have done that a few times with different hot dudes. I have also been sucked for 6 loads over a horny night. Cocksucking rules
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so this thursday night i will be loosing my cocksucking virginity with this guy i met off of adam4adam. i'm nervous and happy at the same time any advice for a virgin
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Was curious to hear everyone's big load story, I had a guy cum so much once and shoot so far into the back of my throats that I remember almost losing the whole load. I managed to get my act together but I almost let myself down as a cocksucker. What is it about cum? Tastes so good and the bigger the load the better
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I absolutely love being forced to gag on a cock until i'm drooling all over myself. Love to hang my head off the side of the bed and get my throat fucked deep until my face is a wet, sloppy mess hehe Anyone else enjoy this? Tops, how do you love using the throat of a submissive bottom?
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To feed my thirst for str8 dick the other night, I once again put a misleading ad on Craigslist in the Women4Men Casual Encounters category. My ad simply stated: "I am looking to give a NSA blow job. U must host. I come in, you pull out your cock. I suck. U cum. I go. I don't care your age, stats or race. I just want your cock and cum". In addition to email replies, I had put my KIK address as well as I hid my telephone number within the ad for quick and easy ways for guys to contact me. As soon as my ad posted to the W4M section of CL, I started to get hit with dozens of replies from horny str8 guys, thinking I was a woman. It was like flies swarming on fresh shit. I could barely keep up with trying to respond to them. Other than my misleading ad, I don't lead the guys on any further. My reply to them all is: "My CL ad posted to the wrong category. I'm a guy that sucks dick. Sorry for the confusion. Good luck in finding what you're looking for". Most of the guys won't respond any further. I'll get a few angry replies. And I'll get a few replies thanking me for my honesty in telling them I'm a guy. And that's as far as it goes. BUT, I find that every time I do this, about 10% of the guys will respond that they're just horny and might be open to a guy sucking them off if they don't have to reciprocate. I chatted with several guys that were considering my offer, but they didn't go any further. Eventually my ad and it was removed. So the avalanche of replies all of a sudden stopped. One guy did eventually text me back again, later. He claimed that all the CL ads from "real women" that he had responded to, were from hookers. He wasn't interested in paying. So, he said he'd be open to getting a blow job from me. He told me he has been blown by guys a few times in the past. So, after a few minutes of discussion, he gave me his address and asked me to come blow him. By this time it was about 9:30pm. I drove the 12 miles to his home. I'd only seen a picture of his uncut dick. Other than that, I knew nothing about him. When he answered his door, I found an average looking man in his mid 50's. Without saying anything he unlocked the screen door and pushed it open for me to enter. I came into his living room. He closed the door behind me and walked to the sofa. Sitting on the end of the sofa, he reached for his cocktail that was sitting on the end table beside him. He took a couple of swigs of the Scotch, then refilled the ice filled glass from the half empty bottle of Dewars that sat beside it, while I got on my knees, kneeling between his legs. He undid his belt, lifted his ass and pulled his pants to his ankles. His cock was uncut and flaccid. I leaned in and took his cock into my mouth and sucked on his very ample foreskin. I sucked for several minutes, but his cock didn't seem to be responding to my mouth. I was starting to think that I may not be able to get him hard. But, suddenly his cock began to grow. Within a few more minutes his cock had almost fully hardened. As soon as it was a bit harder, I pushed his foreskin back with my lips and began to really begin to suck. He was definitely a grower. And had grown to a very thick 7"s. I tried all my different sucking styles on him and found he seemed to like a slow, very deep cocksucking. He responded best when I was able to take his cock all the way to the back of my throat, hold it there until I gagged, then came up for a breath. Soon, he was holding the back of my head and forcing me down on his cock. Then he stood and held the side of my head as he fucked my throat. Perhaps 15 minutes of throat fucking brought his load to my mouth. As soon as he came, he pushed me back, pulled up his pants, reached for his drink and took another couple of swigs of scotch while I stood and left his house. No words ever exchanged between us. By the time I got home it was about 10:45p. I had an early morning and a long day ahead of me, so I was getting ready for bed, when I got another text from a guy I had chatted with several hours before. Like the earlier guy, he said he had only found hookers on CL that night, but he said that he had been horny all day and just needed to get off so he could go to sleep. I replied back that if he wasn't too far from him and that I could still come over and blow him. I asked for a description of him. He said he was 34, 5'10'', 200 and a divorced str8 guy. He said he had never even considered letting a gay guy blow him before. But that he was horny, hadn't been blown for a very long time and just needed to get off. He only lived about 4 or 5 miles away, so I told him I would come right over. Then he texted to me, "I don't want to see you. I don't think I could get hard if I see a guy sucking me. How can we make that work?" he asked. I replied back to him that, "He could sit in a dark room, I could come in and suck him and hopefully he wouldn't see me. Or he could take an old sheet, cut a glory hole out of it, hang it from a doorway. I could come in and suck his cock through the gloryhole sheet." He went silent for about 5 minutes, then he texted back to me that he had hung a sheet, cut a hole in it and he wanted me to come over. He told me the door would be unlocked, the lights out, come in and turn left. He said there was a sheet at the doorway between the living room and kitchen. He gave me his exact address, so I quickly got into my car and drove the few miles to his home. Just as he said, his door was unlocked, the room dark, but the string of Christmas lights hanging in his living room window gave off just enough light that I could see the white sheet with a large 7" or 8" hole cut out of it, hanging in the doorway. As I knelt before it, I could just barely make out his crotch and semi hard cock on the other side. As I put my face up to the hole, he stepped up and put his cock to my lips. He very quickly grew hard as my lips wrapped around his semi hard cock. Within less than a minute, he was fully hard in my mouth and had grown to about 6"s. He was hard as a rock. I quickly got to work on his dick. But, he seemed like he was going to be a "quick cummer". So, I came up off his dick and began to suck his balls and lick up and down the underside of his cock. I didn't want him to cum too fast. Each time I again went back to sucking on his cock, I could tell he was going to quickly cum. I kept trying to edge him. Get him close, then pull off his cock. Finally, he couldn't stand it any longer. Since the g/h he'd cut was quite large, he reached through the hole and grabbed the back of my head. He pulled my head all the way down onto his cock. Then he finally said his first words. "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum! Oh, Fuck! I'm cummin in your mouth. Drink my cum, Fag. I'm cummin in your fuckin mouth". He filled my mouth with his load. I held his cock in the back of my throat and milked it as his cock throbbed in orgasm. Then he pushed me off him and he stepped back into the darkness of the kitchen. I stood, wiped my mouth and left his house through the front door. Damn! I found that hot to walk into a str8, strangers, dark living room, find his cock through a hastily cut out glory hole sheet, suck him off and leave. Never seeing his face. I hope he'll find the need for my mouth sometime in the future.
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Have you ever fucked a guy in a car or been fucked by a guy in a car? Did it happen in your car or his car? Where did you park? Being on the dl, I was always afraid of getting caught. "Yes Officer, we decided to just get naked and play some cards in the back seat. Really." However, the few times I have risked it were great. Neither of us had a place to "play". The first time I got fucked in a car, the hot younger guy directed me to an out of the way place to park near some woods. Luckily, only a few cars passed by that late at night. But each time, I wondered how quick we could move from being naked to being clothed if it turned out to be a cop. The second time, it was late at night. We just parked on the street in a neighborhood. It started out with me sucking his stiff cock. He was so fucking hot that when he suggested we climb into the back seat, I agreed. He had the longest fucking tongue and rimmed me so good. That was followed by fucking in different positions. After we finished and I dropped him off near his house, I just kept thinking, "I can't believe I just did that!" However, when he called three other times, I did not hesitate picking him up again.
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Do any bottoms here have sex urges and fantasies so strong and twisted that you're unable to find a like-minded top both in real life and online? It feels like I'm too extreme for even the "tops" in the taboo/kink forum asking for messengers. I could just hook up with random tops but I want some sort of a connection.
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I had a hot scene yesterday in a porn theatre but didn't get the load in my cunt. That play has left me needing a deep hard fuck and breeding in the worst way. I showed up at the theatre before noon. It was fairly slow with a handful of frequent flyers filtering in and out. There were a few new players. A tall slender, high-assed 20-something with a small backpack peering down his nose at everyone. The big, scruffy Middle Eastern guy moving around like a bee that can't settle on a flower. The tall, goateed dad-type who sends out a null-vibe making impossible to know what he wants. And a salt and pepper bearded guy with glasses who's 5'10" very furry, strong, and clearly a horny fucker. I asked permission and got on my knees to help his cock out from behind his shorts. It was furry and on the thick side. I took his cock in my mouth and stroked it with my tongue until it hardened and lengthened down into my throat. As he filled out more, thickening nicely so I had a throat stretch, I realized he was so thick I really wanted him in me pumping in a load. I sucked him wetly to the root, holding myself there for 10 to 15 seconds, massaging the underside of his cock with my tongue and feeling him harden more. Sliding up his shaft to suck lightly on his knob, tonguing underneath until I tasted a little gush of precum on my tongue. I half moaned/groaned around his dick, and opened my throat wide to grip his base with firm pressure from my teeth behind my lips and slowly milked his salty precum out of his cock and onto my tongue. My moan deepened as I got to his swollen knob with a column of his juice expressed into my mouth. I pressed my fingers up into his perineum, massaging the base of his shaft and pressing up into his prostate. He reach down for my hand and increased the pressure I was applying up into his pelvis, showing me that he liked much harder play there. I gripped him by the back of his thighs and started a steady rhythm pulling his stiff leaking cock deep into my throat. He matched it, rotating his hips to fuck into the resistance of the soft-tissue in the back of my throat. He started to groan as he shafted into my neck, my hunger for his cock, juice, and seed obvious from the intensity of out throat fuck. He told me he loved my mouth and that I was very, very good at sucking and taking his cock. He needed a break to avoid cumming and he moved to play in a group of 4 or 5 men. I watched him as, very turned on, he sucked cock after cock and as he did I saw the growing ass-need in how he held his body. I got behind him and pinched his furry nipples as he played. He instinctively rotated his hips back into my groin, saying plainly his ass needed attention. Dropping to my knees, I pressed up into his perineum with my balled fist making him present his hole to me. I pressed my finger up into him, feeling his juicy warmth. He opened like a flower, clearly needing something in his ass. I finger fucked him with one, then two fingers, as he sucked and stroked cock and had his sucked and stroked. Seeing him shift into a primal sex state, I got some lube on my hand and slowly worked 4 fingers up into his hungry ass. I started pulling him back onto my hand as I pushed it deeper into him. His ass dilated with need and I felt my knuckles slip inside his ass, giving me more to hand fuck his ass with. I had been on the outside of the cock circle, but feeling him get close to cumming on the knuckles of my hand, I swing into the circle and turn him towards me saying "This load is mine." Just then, the first short spurt of his cum splattered onto the arm of my hoodie, and using my hand up deep in his hole, I pulled his even thicker cock into my mouth taking the neet 5 to 6 gouts of his cum safely in my throat with my lips locked around his pulsing root. It would have been a wonderful load to have pumped up into my cunt, but I was grateful for it regardless.
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So I was at Vault 139 in London Last Thursday and Friday trying to get as many loads in my ass as I could. I posted much of the story in the 'Last Load' section, but there was one guy who deserves a post all of his own. One wonderful Alpha Dom guy who was so true, so natural, so brilliant at making submissive guys like me submit completely that he deserves his own post. And the load went down my throat not my ass, but it doesn’t matter, because it was pure Dom Alpha Man Seed to me. A fucking sacrament to a sub bitch like me. He was fit, lean, muscular, in a vest top and by the way he grabbed the back of my neck as I walked past, nicely dominant. I kneeled, as a good sub bitchboy should before an Alhpa Dom like this, and he pulled his cock out and slapped it against my face. Now I was going to get a great skullfucking. Instead thought, he clenched his fist in front of my face and pressed it against my cheek. I knew what to do, and began kissing his fist, licking his dominant Alpha knuckles and wondered if he was going to punch me. I’m good with that. He opened his hand like some kind of blessing, lifted it up and spat into the palm of his hand. I licked it up eagerly, before licking his hand all over like a dog. He slipped his fingers into my mouth and started exploring – under my tongue, into my cheeks, pushing his fingers down the back of my throat to test my gag reflex – I opened wide and gave him every part of me that he wanted. A beautiful moment of submission. He pulled out, clenched his fist again and I began to worship that manly Alpha fist with my mouth, my tongue and my fucking soul. I slipped my hands under his vest top and raised them up to feel his abs, and work his nipples with my fingers. In a perfect pose of pure worshipful submission, him standing with his fist in my mouth now, looking strong, manly, upright – and me, kneeling, licking, worshipping, with my arms up in an almost religious posture. Kneeling before my new god. Well he began now to skullfuck me, with one hand on the back of my head and the other with fingers in my mouth as he fucked. I began to taste precum but there was no space, no room for my usually trick of looking up and offering my ass. This alpha god will take whatever he wants and I trust him. After a few minutes of skullfucking, he pulled out and started jacking off. ‘Lick my fist’ he said at this point, the only words he said to me during the entire encounter. I licked his fist hard, the fist he was using to jack off with, licking his knuckles like my life depended on it, his other hand still on the back of my head, directing me. I was ready, and when he started to cum, he slammed my head back onto his cock to take a full throatful of his alpha cum. It tasted like fucking ambrosia from the gods, I am not kidding. I was so deep into a subspace feeling by this point – and all really just from his demeanour – he had to do so very little to make me submit completely, a mark of a true confident and brilliant Alpha – and this subspace meant his cum wasn’t just cum, but fucking nectar! I heard his moans of pleasure, and felt so happy I had given him this feeling. I worked his cock slowly, keeping it in my mouth, making sure I received every drop of his seed, trying to prolong his pleasure with my work for as long as I could. He eventually pulled out of my mouth, and slapped his wet cock around my face, marking me with his scent. I was in a kind of ecstasy by this point, and he just rested a while with his hands on my shoulders, looking down at me with a smile on his face like a man looking approvingly at a boy who’d done a good job, his cock hanging by my cheek. No words needed. He ran his hands up from my shoulder to my neck and played with my throat. At this, I brought my hands up to hold his, to press them against my throat, and he took my invitation, choking me gently for a little while, lightly squeezing and controlling my airflow. Then he bent down with his hands around my throat and kissed me, pushing his tongue deep into me. And the spell was broken. He released my neck, smiled down at me like some blessing god one more time, and then moved to walk away. ‘Thank you sir’ I said quietly, and he quickly slid his fingers into my mouth one last time as he passed, bring my head backwards as he walked around me. I watched him leave, being sure not to get up off my knees while I could still see him. He disappeared, leaving me feeling so grateful for the encounter. Normally I will feel horny and brilliant about feeling used or abused by a Dom but this was nothing like that. With hardly any words, with just his hands, his fist, his smile, his stance, his cock and his whole being, he left me feeling blessed. What a Man! What a true Alpha Dom Man to find a god-worshipping space within me like that.- 5 replies
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If you've followed many of my stories, you know that I love servicing and getting off Str8 guys. One of the ways I get str8 men dick is to offer free massages on Craigslist. The vast majority of guys that reply tend to be closeted married men or str8 guys that are just hoping for a free handjob at the end of a massage. I placed a Craigslist ad early this morning. I got a ton of replies, but settled on one guy that had sent a really hot pic of his chest. He said his wife was out of town and he was free to host. We settled on a time and he gave me his address. I arrived at his home right at 3pm. He met me at the door wearing his bathrobe. He was just as I had imagined. Late 40's, 6 feet tall, 200 muscled pounds. Over all, a very handsome man. He welcomed me in and shook my hand as we exchanged names. He led me to the master bedroom. As I turned to remove my clothes, he had removed his robe and was lying face down on top of his king sized bed. I took my bottle of massage oil and climbed up beside him on the bed. I poured some oil on his back and down his butt and thighs. Then began my massage. He was quite tense, but within a few minutes, I could feel his body and muscles relax as he began to enjoy the massage. I couldn't wait to get my hands on his beautiful ass. I slowly worked my way down there, Massaging his butt cheeks, then down his thighs. Finally working my way into his inner thighs. I occasionally would brush a finger across his balls. I closely watched to see if there was a reaction, either way. He was playing it very cool and not making any statement that I was going too far. But he wasn't giving a sigh of pleasure, either. I worked up and down his legs, coming back up to massage his inner thighs and ass again. This time I went deep into his ass and rubbed my fingers over his asshole. Still no reaction, but he wasn't telling me to stop. Finally I slid my hand down to his balls, I gently rubbed his balls as my face went to his ass. And I licked his asshole. No moans of pleasure, but no protestation, either. I spread his ass cheeks and really went to work on his hole, with my tongue. I finally got a moan of pleasure from him. I reached underneath him and felt his hard cock underneath him. After a few minutes of ass eating, I hopped off the bed. Asked him to roll over as I grabbed my bottle of poppers. I took a couple of deep breaths of poppers as he rolled over. His 6.5" cut cock was standing straight up as he adjusted himself on his back. I climbed back onto the bed, on his side and poured oil all over his chest, upper thighs and cock. Then went to work on his chest. Flicking his nipples as I massaged his chest. Then worked around his cock and upper thighs. Being sure to brush against his rock hard cock as I worked around it. Finally I took hold of his cock. Stroked it for a few minutes. Then lowered my lips to it and took his cock into my mouth. I reached up and tweaked his nipples as my mouth worked on his cock. After about 5 minutes of some of my best cocksucking, I finally asked him if he wanted to fuck me? There was silence. Oh, no.........Had I gone too far? After a pause, he finally said. "Yeah. I'll fuck you". "Get behind me", I said. As he climbed off the bed, I got on my knees at the edge of the bed. He stood behind me. I spit on my fingers and smeared my asshole with my spit. I was getting ready to spit another finger full to lube me up. But before I could do it, he started to press up into me. He pushed hard and slid up into me. I quickly grabbed my poppers and poppered up for what I was hoping would be a hot fuck. A hot fuck is exactly what he gave me. He really rammed into me. Slamming his dick into me. Slapping against me as he fucked me hard and deep. His cock had a nice downward curve to it. It was just hitting my prostate as he was fully in me. It felt awesome. He fucked me about 6 or 7 minutes before he let out a low growl and finally emptied his balls in my ass. He held his cock deep inside me as cum filled my ass. Then, he did something awesome. He'd begin to pull out, then stop, holding his cock part way in me, then slam it back into me. He hold it in me, then slowly begin to pull it out. Before he'd pull out completely, he'd stop and hold it there. I'd squeeze my ass on his cock. Then he'd slam it back into me. It felt incredible. It was making my body shake in orgasm each time he'd do it. This went on for several minutes, before he finally pulled all the way out. Then in typical str8 man fashion, he immediately put his robe on and was waiting for me to dress and get the hell out. I dressed as quickly as I could, as he stood silently beside the bed. As I turned to walk out of the bedroom, I said, "I hope that was OK for you?" "Yeah, It felt great. Thanks", he finally said. We silently walked down his hallway, into the living room and to his front door. "Thanks", I said. "Thank you", he said. "Keep in touch. I wouldn't mind another massage, sometime". With that, I walked out into the sun and drove off. My ass filled with his married seed.
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