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I will be cumming to Denver in a few weeks and need a recommendation for a motel good for anonymous sex pigs cumming and going, maybe a top to control whoring me out for a couple of days.
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FP, the Cocksucker
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—June, 2022 Just a few days after Dave’s loading, I was expecting a visit from a man who had been talking to me electronically for a couple of years. He had finally decided to fulfill his desires and do some of the things he had only dreamed of doing. I was on board to help him with that. As luck would have it, he had a Covid exposure the day before he was to come. He asked for a rain check which I was happy to give him. But it left me horned and in need…so of course I went to the bookstore nearest me to find some fun… It looks like a busy afternoon, judging by the cars in the parking lot. I go in, pay and start in the straight theatre. Half a dozen men are watching some particularly edgy porn. I sit by the wall and stroke. Other men now feel free to unzip. A larger Latin man, just a little younger than I, is against the opposite wall. I recognize him as a regular, but one who has never played with me. He is now stroking his short dick. He looks at me just as I am looking at him. That glance. He turns, embarrassed. He knows I suck cock—he’s watched me do it enough times. He turns to me again. I nod to him. He looks away. And then back. He tentatively stands up. I nod again and he moves to me. He stands to my side and I take his dick into my mouth. He sighs. And shoots a huge load before I can even begin much of anything. He sheepishly pats my shoulder, zips up and leaves. I think about saving his load to start a new devil’s dick, but realize I have no condom to spit it into, so I just swallow. The fact that he blatantly used my mouth has encouraged another couple to play. A man in the cocksucker’s chair is now giving head to a much older man. A hot guy, who looks like the man you hope will be installing your internet, is standing opposite me. He has his dick out and it’s a beautiful shade of angry red. I nod to him. His reaction is to unload all over the floor. Such a waste as the load is massive… * I go to the gay side. No one is there. I go back. The cocksucker’s seat is empty, so I take it. It’s not as busy now, but the porn is still particularly hot. The mixed race man I have played with in two different porn joints arrives, as handsome as ever. He’s glad to see me and sits next to me. His dick comes out. He is almost that exact size and shape as me—just in another skin tone and every bit as hard. He laughs and murmurs “Salt and pepper” into my ear, before leaning over and starting to suck me. He is good. All tongue and lips with nary a nick. He hates the bend from the seat, so he moves to the floor. Now he can take more of my shaft. He does, groaning out his pleasure. We reverse, me on my knees from the start. I have to really oval big to get him all. “Lick my balls,” he whispers. I move to them, enjoying the crinkly hair all over them. He sighs, and slumps a little lower in his chair. I know what he wants. My tongue goes to his perineum—well, as much as I can reach with his clothes on. Now he gives a big sigh. I lick up and down. I go back to his balls and back to his taint. “Let me eat your ass…” He stands. The pants and underwear, that had been in the way drop, to the floor. He leans against the side wall, jutting his bubble butt out towards me. I drill into him as he gasps, then sighs. I eat and suck and leave him very wet. I don’t even think I will be fucking him. I just enjoy the rimming. The sounds of our sex has intrigued a man in his late 50’s, who’s been sitting in front of us. As my friend sits down after the rimming, the guy moves to the back wall. He is stroking a beautiful seven incher with a hood, inches from us. I go back to sucking my pal. The man strokes. I stop and say “Suck his dick.” I have seen him play with other men, but we have never done anything jointly. He hesitates. And then takes the uncut beauty deep into his mouth. I keep sucking the now even harder cock in front of me. The uncut guy shoots. It must be a big load for my friend swallows noisily. Suddenly he chokes and cum is flying everywhere. I get some in the face, but most it splatters back unto the pants of the man who shot. He will need an interesting story to tell the wife… The man races off to the bathroom. My friend is embarrassed and suddenly remembers an appointment. I sit back in the chair, swipe the cum off my cheek and taste it… * I am now on the gay side. In the cocksucker’s chair there, too. There is a very big—football player big—and handsome Black man in the back corner. He is maybe 30. Maybe less. He seems happy to stroke to the movie. The door opens. A very young man enters. He is under 25, dressed in skimpy shorts and a white shredder that shows more of his ebony chest than it covers. He stands right next to me. In moments he is reaching down to jerk my dick. He’s doing it rather hard and rough, but I let him. He unzips with his other hand. I ask him to ease up a little. His response is to stop and give me his dick to suck. The larger guy moves into our line of vision, stroking happily to the live show and not the movie. The kid pulls out of my mouth and bends to suck the larger man. I watch and stroke. To my surprise they reverse—the bigger guy bending to suck the young one. Now the kid leads the bigger guy to me. “Hot mouth,” he tells the guy. The larger guy lets me suck. I must do something right for I am rewarded with a mouthful of cum. The younger man finds this so hot, be gets his own dick to me just in time for me to swallow his load, too. * Time has passed. I am back in the straight theatre. No one is around but one man in front of me. He is fairly good looking—and half my age. He has been doing the furtive glance around at me. It is hard to make it seem natural as he is so close to me. Finally he stands and comes to the wall. “Will you suck me?” He has a very nice, bigger than average cock. I take him into my mouth. I begin to suck. He sighs. Groans. And, dammit, he shoots before I can really get going. Jeez, these men need to get out more… * I have been by myself for quite awhile. The men are gone. I need to go home. I keep kicking myself that I didn’t bring a condom for the next devil’s dick. I have had so much cum pumped into my mouth today. I button up and go out of the theatre door. It puts me in the hallway where there are rental booths to watch a movie of your choice (and where the shy men lead you when then want to be fucked.) One is lit. The door is ajar. I look in. A white business man is stroking to straight gangbang porn. “Hey, come in.” I do, shutting the door. “Do you swallow? I’m so close…” I go to my knees. It’s a sweet load. And I vow to always have a condom in my pocket… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: FP, the Cocksucker (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) July 16, 2022 -
I've often heard that what you eat effects the taste of your semen. So doesn't that surely mean that people from different backgrounds that eat different foods by custom will taste differently? .. E.g. Guys from Nigeria would taste differently than guys from let's say Poland, or do people over exaggerate when it comes to the whole "you are what you eat" cum taste discussion? -
What non verbal signs do you look for that the cock in your mouth is seconds away from exploding?
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I am hosting tonight from 5 to 10 pm in the Hwy 30 Eastchase Parkway exit area HMU for details.
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Leaving school (college) one mid afternoon, I decided to go to the local adult bookstore close by and buy some poppers to replace the finished bottle at home. I walked into the store and started chatting with my friend Mike who owns the bookstore. Friendly conversation was struck up and as we were talking, Mike decided mid conversation he had to go take a piss, so I waited at the front counter looking at all the new stuff for quick sale. Not two minutes goes by and Mike begins walking back up to the counter talking to me. As I am responding to his question, face to face manner, I just happened to look down and for some reason he decided to have his hard cock already whipped out and just dangling in mid air. I have had his cock before in my mouth, so this wasn't necessarily new for him to do...but usually he makes a hint before he does anything. Well this time it was just a happy impulse on his part. Now that I think about it, you know what, it was more like flopping out of his blue jeans, so when I say cock, I mean this 8 inch long, thick, curved sideways furry cock, jutting out of his pants, flopping up and down slightly as he walked up close to my side and said, "Hey...yeaha it is funny isn't it." I just looked on with a devilish grin on my face and responded, "You know it's been a hot minute...I missed that cock of yours." He knows I like his furry cock, that furry cock with a sweet fresh loaf of bread musk smell, with a hint of earthy lemongrass and gym sock. Fuck, I was in heaven, as I didn't skip a beat, I dropped to my knees and began taking as much of his cock as I could. I was making love to his cock like a desperate porn star trying to make a name for himself. I wrapped my mouth so smooth and tight around his cock, hearing him moan deep was my motivation to keep going. I was making a small spittal puddle on the store floor. Slurping wet sounds were being made, as Mike had both his hands on my head, gently guiding my head to make a comfortable rhythm, suitable for his pleasure. I was all for it. Man, I was actually in heaven, as I shifted from cock sucking to musk sniffing and then ball licking. Fuck, I loved sucking and licking his pendulous balls; his furry pendulous balls and with that kind of musk, that smell gets me sensory drunk all the time. A few minutes go by and Mike taps my head and says he can see someone on the outside camera about to come in. I knew this routine well. I did a quick stand up and face wiping, while he did a quick pant pull up with a fast zipper closure. Just in the nick of time too, Mike's closeted buddy Tony comes in to the store, seen displaying a wedding band on his hand . Tony walks up to the counter and begins talking to Mike. Tony and Mike knew each other well and were smiling as their small talk drew my attention. I happened to be standing a few feet away over at the dildo section watching these two daddy bears chum it up. Looking down between me and them, I blush to myself as I notice the spittal puddle almost right next to Tony's feet. Oh fuck...(I chuckle to myself). I decided to distract myself from this situation, by engaging small talk with them both, however, I got a vibe that they were in a dialogue meant for two. I excused myself politely and decided to go to the back of the store to look at the bdsm toys; letting Tony have some one on one time with Mike. About a minute or three go by and Mike walks over to me from the front counter and asks me out of the blue, "Hey what do you think of my friend Tony?" I responded, "I think he's cute." 'Ah ok, well good he asked about you and was wondering if you d be interested in sucking some cock. I told him you knew how to suck cock well ." Flattered I responded, " Yeah man go get him and let's play." Mike then let me know that Tony went to go get his poppers from his car. He came back in and walked back and met up with me and Mike at the back of the store. Mike led me and Tony into the store office. Mike could watch the cameras from the office and have the door shut to play. Needless to say it didn't take long for all three of us to drop trouser and have me on my knees worshiping their two daddy cocks. One long furry and thick the other above average, mushroom headed meaty cock. While the two of them were sucking face, I was on my knees exchanging their cocks into my mouth, taking in their sweet precum. Their musk laden balls got me drunk. I was in pure gay bliss. My tongue was in heaven, as all I could do was lick lap suck, lick lap suck. My hands smacking their ass, egging them on to keep their dad cocks firm and hungry. My hands made efforts to also explore both of their hairy chests, Tony silver and brown, Mike pure reddish brown. Fuck, both their chest hair were soft and thick in amount. Mike's pink nipples were erect, Tony's fingers were twerking Mike's nipples to the point Mike was gasping erotically. Mike was rubbing on Tony's chest fur with me. Tony liked it. You could tell Tony liked his chest hair being admired, because he stuck out his dad belly for us to rub on it. It also made Tony's cock go deeper into my mouth. I could tell Mike and I were working Tony over well. By now, Tony was more eager to cum than Mike, so he tilted my head closer to him, while Mike was french kissing him. Before I knew it, Tony makes this loud staccato grunt in synch with his thick creamy cum loaded splatter, all landing on this young chasers face. Mike shot off as soon as Tony made his last deep grunt and before I had a chance to close my mouth as I turned to face Mike , Mike's sweet salty cum shoots straight into mouth. I meant to tell Mike I didn't swallow, but it was too late and in all honesty it was ok. Mike tasted actually pretty good. I didn't get off and that was ok. I made two dad bears happy, and got some personal hair gel for the rest of the day. Once we settled down from the heat of the moment, I wiped off my face with a few paper towels, while Tony and Mike got dressed and struck up small talk again. They waited on me to gather myself and get dressed. We all got a laugh when we realized Tony left his giz in my hair. He wiped it off with another paper towel. Finally all cleaned up, we walked back up to the front, thankfully no other customers came in to break up our moment. I exchanged my info with Tony. Tony said his goodbye first and left the store. Right after Tony left, I hugged Mike and told him I ll see him sooner than later and want more of his daddy cock. Mike reminded he liked that thought. I made a popper purchase then waved to Mike as I took my leave of the store. Man what a bookstore surprise. It made my day. Think it also made Mike and Tony's day.
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Looking for any man that can cum inside me like this
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Hello NYC-Guys, I am a bttm visiting from Paris. Mid 30s with a muscular body. Looking for group fun or kinky bondage seasions. New to bb sex but open to collect new experience. Dreaming of getting more than just one load in my ass. Any recommendations for clubs, parties, saunas or apps? So bored of grindr! thanks!
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One Man In, One Man On
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—March, 2022 After the fun fuck the day before (and the post before) I did go back to bookstore the next night. I hadn’t dropped a load—and, man, I really wanted to do that. One of the reasons I love this venue is because I never know who will be there—or what exactly I will do on any given visit… I start in the straight theatre, but don’t even bother to sit down. There are a few men—but none who look like play partners. I keep hearing sounds from the gay theatre through the grate in the dividing wall. They sound much more intriguing. I go out the door which bangs behind me and go into the other. A young man I recognize by sight from here is squirming in his chair as a larger, older man is sucking his bigger than average cock. The suckee tries to stop the guy when he hears the door open, but the sucker knows he has a good thing and keeps going. I sit against the back wall and stroke. I nod at the young man. He relaxes and smiles back. In moments he beckons me over. I stick my dick in his mouth. He deep throats me two or three times—before he gives up his load to the man sucking him. The youngster leaves fast, still tucking his shirt into his rebuttoned pants. I stick my wet dick into the cocksucker’s mouth. He has blown me many times before and is great. He’s bearish, likely just hit his 40’s, with a shaved head. I realize I might be there for a while, so I sit down where the young man was sitting. There are other men in the room—all watching, all stroking. Eventually, the man I think of as the Lip Licker, for his rather unsubtle way to signal he wants your dick, gets a guy from the front row into his mouth. My sucker grows tired of not getting a load—and begs off saying the floor is hard on his knees. He leaves for the arcade. I look around. There is also a mid-40’s man stroking in the dark corner behind the door. I get up and join him. He is short and trim and flogging a regulation six incher. I stand next to him. We watch the movie and stroke our dicks. A long moment. Finally his left hand snakes out and cups my balls. I nod. He goes to his knees and takes me down. He’s fine—but nowhere near as practiced as the man with the shaved head who just was sucking me. But this guy is enthusiastic. He is masturbating like crazy as he tries to take all of me. He manages 2/3’s of me before choking. I pull back and let him tongue my head and piss slit. His knees give out, too. He stands back up and leans against the wall. I like the look of surprise on his face as I return the favor going to my knees. “Oh, fuck…” he hisses, and empties his balls into my mouth in short order. Lip Licker gets his load at almost the same time. My guy leaves, as does the other man who shot. LL gestures to me to come give him more, licking his upper lip with abandon. I tell him to give me a minute; I want to check the straight side. Not much has changed over there. The back row seat is available so I sit and stroke just to be different. My shaved head bear comes in. He goes to town on my dick again. One man comes back to watch. He keeps his zipper up the whole time. “Don’t forget my balls.” Shaved Head pulls off my dick and nuzzles them. He remembers how I love to have a tongue licking right at the base of my cock ring. I stroke a little as he gets my balls good and wet. His knees go again. He thanks me with a nod and is gone. Our voyeur follows him out the door. I go back to the gay side and let LL get his time on my dick. I have to stand for him. He can’t possibly get down on his knees anymore. But his mouth is perfection. Big tongue in a bigger oral cavity. Great suction. A passion for dick and cum. He sucks contentedly on my dripping dick. Eventually he pulls off. “Fuck my face.” I hold his head and pump into him. I go deeper this way. His hand is very busy over the slight bugle in his pants. I fuck a little more. Than let him take over until I am tired of standing. I thank him and go back next door. * It’s been quiet. Shaved Head has had another turn on me. Then nothing. But the movie has been good enough to keep me there in the cocksucker’s seat. I stroke. The door opens. A guy my age, with a silver goatee, enters. I have sucked him in this very spot before. He stands next to me. His dress slacks are undone and drop to his knees. He pushes down his designer underwear. His cock is hard—a good seven incher with a slight upward curve. He strokes. I stroke. He turns. My head turns—and he is in my mouth. I do all the things Lip Licker did to me. He sighs. I pull off his very red cockhead and go for his hairless balls. They are a nice big set, perfectly matched in size for his cock. I nuzzle and lick as I stroke his dick. He pulls away, but holds my shoulders in place. He turns and presents me with his ass to lick. This is new. He pulls me into his butt before I can really think about it. He is freshly showered—I can instantly tell from the scent of his wife’s girly soap. I relax and eat him out with abandon. He groans and calls me a slut under his breath. He is stroking his cock with one hand and holding my head into his ass with the other. He lets go and turns back. His cock hand goes into my mouth. “Clean them,” he hisses. There’s a copious amount of pre-cum on them. I lick them until he is satisfied. “Suck my cock…” He pulls the hand out and then pushes the cock in. His body is blocking the door as he holds me in place—intent on getting off. I hear it open. I hear a rustle of fabric—and suddenly my cock is engulfed in a mouth. It has to be Shaved Head—I can tell from the technique. Silver Goatee loves this. “Get him off as I give him my load,” he whispers. And I am pretty sure that is just what is going to happen. The cock in my mouth swells. So does mine. I get a massive load in my mouth. And second later, I give one to Shaved Head every bit as big…. The original post, with some thoughts by my readers, is here: From My Side of the Sling: One Man In, One Man On (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) April 20,2022 -
Most people can relate to tops being regarded as a power trip - but being a total bottom can be equally as empowering. Once your cunt is connected to your brain you find real power of being a bottom, slut, cumdump and the ensuing addiction to cock and seed that follows. When my ex told me that I would find empowerment through getting fucked as often as I can/need I did not believe him. But the subsequent journey has taught me that he was correct. The empowering comes from knowing that no matter for how long tops need bottoms to satisfy their needs and knowing that is important and mindset building. From having literally had thousands of tops breed me in the ensuing 23 years since we separated, I am grateful that I learned (or was more to the point, trained) just how important bottoms are. I have had tops that have been breeding me repeatedly at whim on and off for the last 10 years, and I always accommodate their needs. They text, I get ready. I went from thinking of myself as a small dicked pussy boy to acknowledging that my hole is my power and the needs that it has fulfilled from gangbangs, to accommodating cheating straight married men, to cheating partnered tops, to servicing tops in open relationships, to taking cock and seed of people without even speaking to them, to having regulars (which many use me as hole of last resort as they have had no luck on bbrts or Grindr) to anon sex, to teaching virgins to fuck, it is all part of one hell of a journey. Do other bottoms feel the same?
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“Swallow Mine Like You Did His…”
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home---March, 2022 It is no secret to my readers that I love variety—both in life and sex. So it should be no surprise that if my last write up was about heavy anal play and fisting—the next night I was free for sex I wanted something totally different. I found it at the local bookstore… It’s a Friday night. Nights at the bookstore have been sparse lately. Judging from the parking lot as I arrive—that may still be the case. But there are more cars than I expected. I buy my ticket. The straight theatre has a couple of guys in it. They are both very into the movie and don’t seem to be looking for play. I go next door. I am alone in the gay theatre. I sit in the back row and wait, stroking to some decent bareback porn. In no time the door opens and swooshes shut rather noisily. It is a white guy—around my age. His hair is cut very short—likely to try to disguise the fact that it is turning grey. He sits in the corner nearest to my chair. He unzips promptly and begins stroking to the porn. And me. He spends a lot of time looking at the screen and then at me and back again. I catch his eye. I give him a half smile and nod. A long moment. Then: “May I suck it?” “Sure.” He kneels in front of me, supporting himself by leaning on my knees on the way down. He takes me in his mouth—well, actually just the head of my dick goes into his mouth. He strokes my shaft with his right hand as me licks me. He is sure this is a terrific blow job for he takes me out of his mouth and points my dick away from both of us as if my cum will be exploding from my balls at any moment. Not just once—he does it again and again. It doesn’t feel bad—it’s just not very good. He seems to love it. His small dick, which he left out of his pants, is throbbing and drooling onto the floor. He does a few more rounds of suck my head/stroke my shaft/pull it out and point it away before his knees get tired. He stands up, slowly. His cock is right at my eye level. I take it into my mouth without asking. “Oh!” he exclaims and begins shooting his jizz down my throat. Spurt after spurt—a massive load. He thanks me sheepishly and takes off. I wander over to the straight side, swig my water bottle and watch the watchers. I stay there until I hear the door open and close next door. I go back. Two men have come in. One white, one Black and they are both stripping naked. We nod to each other. The white guy is tall, mid thirties with an unkempt beard. The other man is short, his hair pulled back in bun. His fingernails are painted a shiny black. They talk to each other. I learn they have been here most of the day. They seem to be coming down off something. Neither can get hard. They beat their soft meat. The stroke each other. They take turns with their mouths. Nothing helps. The shorter guy finally gives me some head, gets distracted by where his poppers are, and stops. I excuse myself. I go back to the straight side. New men have arrived. I sit in the cocksucker’s seat—as there is a man, wanking his dick, leaning against the wall right next to it. I get mine out and stroke, too. This inspires a guy in a plaid cap, sitting in front of me to take his out, as well. The bearded guy on the wall swivels towards me. It’s a good seven incher. He stands stock still as I suck him. I finally get a vocal reaction from him when my tongue goes to his balls. When I swallow him down again, he grabs my ears and begins face fucking me. “Tell me you want my load.” I can do nothing but grunt affirmatively around the pile driving dick. The moment he hears me, he fires into my mouth. Nothing like the quantity of the first load I got, but sizable. He grunts some thanks and tries to pull out of my mouth. I hold him by the balls until I clean up every drop. The man in the cap has turned and has been watching us. He is beating his dick furiously. I think he wants some, too. There is a movement by the door. A short white guy, who’d been down front, seemingly has come back to stroke to the blow job. He walks over and sticks a short fat cock in my mouth. “Swallow mine like you did his…” he hisses. He is aroused. I do no more than swipe my tongue over his piss slit a couple of times before he blows. A small, acrid load coats my tongue. He pulls out, and still dripping, shoves his wilting dick into his shorts as he leaves. Plaid Cap stands up. “You clean?” I hate that phrase. I shrug and tell him I’ve swallowed three loads tonight—so who knows. It doesn’t deter him. He comes back, but stops. He has a dick that is my length—but much thinner. He stands next to my chair. I can feel him making the decision. And he offers it to me. It’s a hot cock—and a hotter head space to have the guys back to back like this. He stands still and lets me do his dripping cock as I want. I take him to the root repeatedly. His thinner dick feels incredibly good going down my throat. I come back up each time and clean out his dripping piss slit. “I can’t take much more of this…” he mumbles. “Swallow my load. Please. Don’t spit it out.” And he begins firing. I can’t even taste the first 2 spurts. They go right down my throat. The rest of his spunk puddles up on my tongue to be savored and swallowed. My dick is telling me he needs to get off. The three loads in my mouth back to back is playing with my head. I hold onto Plaid Cap’s balls. He can’t pull out, even if he wanted. I get another drool of cum from his cock—and I fire splatter after splatter of jizz onto the stained floor in front of me. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: “Swallow Mine Like You Did His…” (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) April 3, 2022 -
A friend called me again to come to his house. He lives in another town in the mountains, an hour and a half away from mine. Last time we had foreplay to get to know each other, and the most that happened was that he sucked my ass and I came out of his ass. In this time that passed, I got into PrEP and already knowing us better, the conversations got hotter. In this opportunity, I mainly decided that I wanted to be fucked by him.... After all, it had been a while since I had been bottom, and even longer when it came to being bred. We agreed that I would travel caged, and he would also stay caged... and the first one to remove the cage would be the first to fuck the other's ass. When we got there, after some foreplay, I clamped his nipples tightly (he is very horny about them). He immediately turned me on my side and started sucking my ass uncontrollably. By this time he was already hard and leaking pre-cum (he has a lot of it)... he took off the cage, put me in a baked chicken, spat a little on my ass, and put it in all at once! How good it felt to feel that bare cock inside me! I kept clamping his nipples so that he pumped me energetically, feeling his volume and his touch. We changed positions a few times, and the best of all was when I wanted to ride him. I went into ecstasy at this, everyone was howling and the bed was moving with the back and forth motion. At the end, he turned me on my side and said he was going to cum. Finally I would feel that load that I had dreamed of for months! He was howling with pleasure and so was I, as something hot filled my ass after a long time. I was properly bred... I thanked him, and he thanked me too. And he graced me by sucking my cock until I cum, receiving all my load in his mouth, hot and plentiful. The next day we did it again, and this time each had the opportunity to take a load in the other's ass... we ended the day both bred and satisfied with pleasure. I can't wait to be able to return, and this time I hope his friend, who is totally top and loves to breed deep inside (and who didn't go because he was sick)... for sure it will be better than it was! *My profile pics are from that day. (sorry for the writing errors, as I am not writing in my mother language)
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hello am interested in cumdump anon ,I need guidance am in my late 30 ,don't really know were to start , regarding making sure ppl are negative, find good location ,red flags what to look for
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What is everyone's favorite way to take a guy's load when he cums? I like either being on my knees or on my back in bed and he's on top of me. I love being grabbed by the neck, or he's holding my head steady and firm with his hand. Love that feeling of being held in place while he's jerking off and his big head is bouncing up and down on my waiting tongue. I feel so submissive, anxious and nervous, but excited to accept what I have to do for him. I love feeling overpowered and dominated.
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I like to psych myself up before I meet with a guy so I wrote some hot affirmations that reminds me who I am and what I want. I get so hard reading through these. Let a man ejaculate semen in your mouth Be ok with a man shooting his semen into your mouth Let him shoot hot semen all over your tongue Put his penis in your mouth as soon as he starts shooting semen He feels so good when his cock is squirting semen You love thick semen. A real man's load, thick and creamy. Swallow a man's sperm from his balls Let the sperm from his balls blast out all over your tongue You need to eat mens' sperm You crave thick salty sperm Thick salty sperm coming out of a penis He loves shooting a big load He loves to squirt millions of his sperm into your mouth. Look how happy you made him He feels so good when you're slurping his spunk from his big mushroom head Don't be afraid, swallow his hot load as it squirts out of his hole Put penises in your mouth You love to feel a man's big mushroom head fill your mouth up Make him moan, make him feel something amazing Make him lose control so that his jizz comes out Slurp all that hot jizz up Slurp out a fresh nut You are a nut slurper You are a man that likes to eat other mens' sperm. Slurp a hot salty nut fresh from a man's penis. You love to eat fresh semen. You are at peace with the universe when you are swallowing a man's load. You are a man that likes to eat other mens' semen. So let him bust his nut When he's ready to come, he'll start jerking his cock off. Be a good boy and open your mouth and wait A man busting a nut in your mouth on a Friday night. There's nothing better. Tell him to jerk his cock. Tell him you want his sperm. Let him show you his sperm. Do you want to see his sperm come out of his penis? He's trying to make warm, salty, semen come out of his dick for you. Help him please. Help him show you his sperm. Are you hungry? Would you like to taste some warm salty sperm that just came out of a man's penis? Do you want to eat human sperm while a man is coming and feeling so good? All of that sperm is coming out because he feels so good. You should taste it. You should eat it. Many people like to eat sperm. It's ok. It's ok to want to eat sperm from cocks. Don't you want to swallow another man's DNA? Don't you want to make him feel good? Do you want to empty his balls on your tongue? That is hot sperm that was inside his balls, and now it's in your mouth. Millions of his sperm cells are squirting out of his penis, don't you want to taste them? You should eat them and feel them tingling in your throat. Does it taste salty? A little bitter? You are eating male DNA. Your mouth will taste like his DNA all day. I have more to share if anyone is interested.
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Blackmailed Benjamin “Yikes!” the disembodied voice said. “Are you okay, Ben?” “Wha-wha-what?” I stammered as my eyes began to slowly open. “Where am I?” A shadowy figure loomed overhead as massive drops of rain pelted me without remorse. I suddenly felt caked in something thick and I was terribly sore—my entire body began to ache while my ears rang. “I saw it all,” the voice said. “You hit that giant hole back there in the road. Didn’t you see it? Did you think it was just a puddle?” The figure leaned down towards me and finally came into focus. “Mr. Barnes?” I mumbled. “Wow. You really took a good tumble off your bike. I guess we should be grateful you landed in the muddy grass rather than falling left into traffic. How do you feel, Ben?” “A little sore and covered in gross mud from head to toe,” I replied. Mr. Barnes extended his hand and helped me to my feet. I felt him begin to pat me down and spin me like a top. “Well...good news is nothing looks broke...just a few scrapes and a bonked head. Bad news is that your bike isn’t looking too good. You bent the front rim and your chain is busted.” “Great,” I bemoaned looking at my bike as Mr. Barnes pulled it onto the grass near us. “Dad is gonna tan my hide something fierce when he gets home and sees this.” “Maybe not,” he interjected. “Come on, you’re soaked to the bone in rain and mud. Hop in the truck. I’ve got a towel we can put on the seat and I’ll toss your bike in the bed. I’m pretty sure I can give you David’s old wheel and chain off his mountain bike. It’s not like he needs it anymore since he’s away at college. I’d hate to see you get into trouble for something not your fault.” “I don’t know what to say,” I said completely shocked. Mr. Barnes drove slowly through the deluge. As we rounded the corner to our street, we passed my house and went another mile until we reached his. “Living in the country sure has its cons like poor road maintenance,” he said as we pulled into his gravel driveway. “But, it’s also nice being away from everyone sometimes. That’s why it’s always important for neighbors to help one anther; there’s so few of us our here.” We pulled under his oversize car port behind his cabin. The deafening clatter of the rain slamming against the roof of his truck finally ceased. My pounding headache was grateful for some auditory respite. We both hopped out and he grabbed my busted bike from the bed and dragged it into his garage turned workshop. I stood near him staring at my prized 18th birthday gift. “This looks new,” he said. “Birthday gift. I wasn’t about to get a car. I was lucky to get this I suppose. You know my parents. They are a little…” “Controlling, ultra-religious, prison wardens?” he interrupted with a smile. “Yeah...that pretty much sums them up. It definitely feels like a prison most of the time. I’m rarely able to be...” “Yourself?” Mr. Barnes interjected while putting his large hand on my back. He gave it a reassuring pat followed by a lingering touch. “I can spot that type a mile away. My folks were the same back when I was your age. I was glad to get the hell out from under their roof when I went to college. You’ve got that to look forward to at least.” I turned my gaze downwards to the dirty, concrete floor. “They don’t want me moving away...too much temptation for sin. I’m staying at home and biking the 6 miles to the community college this fall. Some days I secretly wish I had the ability to run away or even just get kidnapped, but who snatches an eighteen year old. I figure even that at its worst, being forcefully taken is better than living at home.” “Ooof,” he said giving me another pat on the back. Looking at his muddy hand, he added, “Look...you never know what can happen to change your life’s path. But for now, you’re covered in mud and drenched crown to heel. You can use my shower to get cleaned up. I’ll throw your clothes in for a nice wash and dry while I fix your bike. You’ll be able to go home clean as a whistle and with no one the wiser.” “Except for my raging headache.” “I’ve got something for that. Come on inside. Let’s get you fixed up.” I started to follow him through the door that led from his garage into his kitchen. “Woah woah woah!” he exclaimed. “Don’t be tracking all that water and mud through my house. Hold on.” He rummaged behind a pantry door and produced a large, garbage bag. “Here. Put everything in here.” I looked blankly at him for several moments. “My shirt and jeans?” I asked sheepishly despite knowing exactly what he expected. “No. Everything, silly. You’re filthy. Literally everything you have on is filthy and needs to be washed including you!” I was immediately embarrassed. I could feel my face burn bright red. This was...awkward...for a number of reasons. For one, I’ve never been naked in front of anyone since I was a baby! Secondly, I’ve known Mr. Barnes for as long as I can remember. My parents, by all accounts, loved him. He was a member of the family and was always invited over for holidays and summer pool parties. The problem is that ever since I was 14, I started having ummm weird feelings about him. Despite frequent admonishments that self-love was an egregious sin, I began to quietly masturbate at night thinking about him having his way with me. He was a bit overweight, in his early 50s, and always smelled of cherry cigar smoke which, for some reason, intoxicated me to no end. He was this big, grizzly bear of a man that exuded a presence of power whenever he was around. The number of times my young balls drained and spurted ropes of cum onto my belly while imagining him turning me into a total, cum dump is incalculable. I know a handful of fantasies even revolved around a situation like right now taking place. “I’m not trying to cool the outside, Ben,” he said with a smile. “Sorry,” I quickly blurted out while peeling off my t-shirt over my head and dropping it into the garbage bag he held out. I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, but pulling him down as soaked as they were was proving to be quite the chore. “Ah fuck,” I mumbled. “Here,” he said while dropping the bag. He took two steps forward, and I suddenly felt his hands inside the front, waist of my jeans. I could feel myself beginning to stir. “Oh god...oh fuck,” I said to myself. “No, no, no, no...don’t get hard.” But, the more I repeated that over and over silently, the more I could feel my cock struggling to get erect in my tight, wet clothes. “You push down on the back and shimmy all around while I take the front. Wet jeans are the worst.” “Oh goddammit…” my brain screamed. As I began to wiggle about, our combined efforts managed to work my jeans down to my ankles. I was afraid to even look down. I knew I was rock hard and that my tight, white briefs clung to my cock like it was vacuum sealed in cotton. “We didn’t think this through did we?” he half asked. “Shoulda done shoes and socks first,” he laughed. Standing on one foot and then the other, he deftly slipped off my dripping wet tennis shoes and ankle socks. A moment later, I had stepped out of my jeans. Only my tighty whities remained on me. “Okay,” looks like these are all that’s left to come off,” he said casually reaching for a piece of waistband right above my dick. He pulled it towards him completely exposing my hardon before letting go so that it snapped back against my skin with a thwap sound. I felt like I was about to fall over and die. Was this really happening? I didn’t even know if he was gay. Shit, I wasn’t even sure I was really gay! “Toss ‘em in,” he said grabbing the trash bag once again. “Don’t be shy. I’ll let you in on a secret. I see a naked guy in the mirror every morning...myself,” he said with a friendly smile. “Fine,” I thought. “I’m reading too much into this. My imagination is just that...pure imagination.” I slid my underwear off and tossed it into the bag. “Perfect! Now let’s get you something for that headache and then you can take a hot shower. That alone will do wonders for those aches from the fall. You really must start being more careful in your surroundings, Ben. Danger lurks in the most innocuous situations.” I followed him into his kitchen with my boyish hardon bouncing about wildly with every step. For as wrong as this should have felt, there was such a magical rush being freely naked in front of Mr. Barnes. Perhaps knowing that my parents would have murdered me for being like this made it all the more titillating. He opened a cupboard and pulled out an unlabeled, orange pill bottle. Handing me a pink pill, he poured a swig of whiskey into a glass that was on the counter. “I can’t possibly,” I protested. “My parents would kill me if I drank alcohol.” Mr. Barnes handed me the glass. “I promise not to tell. Besides, it’ll help the medicine get rid of that headache faster.” I liked the smell as I sniffed the glass. “Pill in mouth and one big swig of the nectar of the gods.” I placed the strange pill onto my tongue and poured the entire bit of whiskey into my mouth. I got it all down, but I started coughing like I had smoked my first cigarette. Mr. Barnes started laughing. “Not too bad for your first drink I suppose. Like with most things going in one’s mouth, it gets better with every taste. Shower is down the hall and last door on your left. I’ll get to work on these,” he said holding the bag of my soiled clothes up, “and to fixing the bike as well while you clean up. Everything you need should be in there.” “Thanks, Mr. Barnes. I’m sure lucky you were there to rescue me.” “I suppose you are. But please, Ben, Mr. Barnes is my asshole of a father,” he said smiling. “You can call me Sir.” I was taken back for a brief moment. “Go ahead...say it again but correctly this time.” I felt my cock suddenly twitch and my balls tighten. “I’m lucky you were there to rescue me. Thank you, Sir.” Mr. Barnes smiled. “That’s a good boy. You’re a quick learner aren’t you? Now, off to the shower with you.” I didn’t even bother to shut the bathroom door. There didn’t really seem to be a point in doing it when Mr. Barnes had already seen me completely naked, and secretly, perhaps I wanted him to possibly watch me. He had an impressive walk-in shower that could easily fit several people. Nozzles and knobs everywhere, I started twisting and pulling until hot water started falling from above and spraying me from my sides. Somehow, I had managed to turn on some pulsating function with the nozzles on the shower’s side. The rhythmic pulsing and staccato stings of the water were surprisingly pleasurable. Their fleeting bits of induced pain even felt good on my cock and balls. I was doubly enticed when I bent over and pulled my cheeks apart and the pulses lapped at my delicate pucker. In fact, I couldn’t resist temptation. With a hand planted on the shower’s glass wall, I bent over and pushed my ass back to spread it open. I teased myself at first. The hot water from the closest nozzle pulsed against the inside of my right buttock. I twisted and contorted myself so the blasts of water danced all around my virginal hole. Closing my eyes and moaning softly, I began slowly stroking my wet erection. That was enough teasing though, I moved my hips slightly and was greeted once again by the sting of the water striking my tender asshole. It felt as divine as it did torturous. The unrelenting pressure felt as if it would tear me open and begin filling me up. It happened so quickly. An enormous bodily twitch followed by a thick spurt of my cum plastered against the clear glass. What normally would have ended in a limp cock and feelings of guilt, this orgasm only seemed to make me more lustful. My throbbing headache had been supplanted by a delightful floating feeling. Everything began to feel beyond amazing. It was as if I could distinctly feel every sensation taking place all at the same time. I quickly dropped to my knees, and without thinking, ran my tongue up the trail of spunk I created. It was the first time I dared to taste my own seed. I was instantly regretful upon tasting it that I hadn’t been swallowing every orgasm’s gift that I had ever produced. It was now abhorrent to me that I wasted it all; letting it get wiped away by a paper towel or tissue for all these years. “Never again,” I promised myself. I stood up and noticed that my cock was still at full attention. “Well that’s new,” I thought to myself. Normally it’d be a shriveled, little clit after such an expulsion. I realized that I couldn’t play in his shower forever though. Grabbing for a large bottle of shampoo, my eyes exploded wide. What was this hiding behind the shampoo? I nearly dropped the bottle in my hand when I saw the fleshy, pink dildo tucked away into the corner. There it stood at full attention with its suction-cup base firmly planted on the tiled ledge. It wasn’t particularly long—maybe only five inches plus the fake balls. But what it lacked in length, it more than made up for in girth. My eyes darted to the bathroom doorway. I didn’t see Mr. Barnes. I felt my balls tighten and ache as my gaze fixed upon the soda can like phallus. My cravings were too intense to ignore, but my unspoiled asshole seemed to clench painfully shut. I grabbed the silicone beast and got back onto my knees. The water raining down upon me had gone from nearly scalding to merely a step above warm. As I affixed the dildo to the glass in front of me, I reached for the bottle of conditioner. After squirting a copious amount of the thick liquid into my left hand, I leaned down and began lapping at the fat cock in front of me as if I were teasing it. Tracing the uncut head with my tongue, I began to imagine all of the streams of water hitting me as glorious jets of warm piss from each member of the football team. I could see myself on my knees in the gym shower surrounded by them—each of them relieving their near-bursting bladders on me. I cocked my head to the side and pushed forward. The unforgiving toy forced itself between my lips and rested full cradled by my tongue. As I began sucking my imaginary lover off as best as I could guess how, my left hand reached back behind me. I felt the cool, slick conditioner touch my hole. I moaned like a bitch in heat with the cock fully inside my mouth as I began lubing myself up. What better place to pop my cherry than at Mr. Barnes’ house. I’d relive this moment over and over every time I would jerk off in the future I told myself. Spinning around with my face away from the door, I knew I was taking a huge risk. If he caught me right now and told my parents, I couldn’t imagine what horrors may lay in store for me. But it was too late for me. With my head and body swimming in bliss and primal hunger, I couldn’t hear that voice normally inside myself telling me to stop. I just needed to be fucked. It was time. It would be worth it no matter the potential pitfalls. I pushed my hips back and suddenly felt the thick head spreading my ass effortlessly apart as it searched for my hole. When the tip finally made contact with my love hole, I moaned out. Water from the jet in front of me shot into the back of my mouth and sent me into ecstasy. “Unngghh fuck...yeah give me your hot piss in my mouth, Danny,” I said in a trance. I swallowed a mouth full of water as the water sprayed against my face. “Oh fuck yeah. I love swallowing your piss.” I opened my mouth to let more pretend piss fill my eager mouth. At the same time, I pushed back hard against the dildo. My innocent pucker clung to its purity with all its might, but my depraved desires would not be so easily denied. “Ahhhh god,” I cried out as my hole suddenly expanded to a diameter completely foreign to it. I quickly stopped and covered my mouth. My asshole was screaming in agony with a couple of inches of my impaler in side it. I tried to listen as best I could over the sounds of the shower. Was I too loud? Did I really just scream out or was that in my head? Everything felt like a deep dream now, one that I couldn’t quite wake up from. Then again, I don’t think I really wanted to wake up in that moment. I didn’t dare look behind me for fear of seeing Mr. Barnes standing in the doorway to his bathroom. Yet, the buried slut in me that I had been long suppressing took devilish delight in picturing him standing there watching me fuck myself for the very first time with his dildo. At least now I knew he was most likely gay. “Ohhh fuck, Mr. Barnes! You’re too big for me,” I moaned out before swallowing more pretend piss from an imaginary classmate. “This is my first time. Please, go easy on me,” I whimpered as I drove the rest of the thick cock into me. I felt the fake balls pressing against my hole and the wet glass of the shower against my ass cheeks. I was motionless for a minute—savoring the agony of being forcefully split open. The pain was nirvana. I could picture the enormous head and shaft inside my colon. It was caressed and secured lovingly by my tender insides. As I started to rock back and forth on Mr. Barnes’ dildo, I began to wish he had left another one in the shower for me to stuff my throat with. Imagine rocking back and forth and alternating the sensation of both holes being fucked! “If he were to walk in on me right now, I’d demand his cock in my mouth. Mmhhh or better yet, I’d have him starting fucking my ass and move that dildo into my mouth,” I told myself. “What a disgusting whore you are. Doing ass to mouth minutes after losing your virginity. You’re such a sick boy.” I was so lost in my fantasies that I hadn’t even realized how close to climaxing I was. Mid pump of the dildo and I felt myself shooting cum into the drain directly below me. I scooted forward and felt his dildo slip from my asshole. There was no “snap back” to tight. I laid down on my back with my knees bent and feet flat on the shower floor. My hole was wide open—wide open and happy. The warm water falling down onto my body from above was now almost cold. Fun time was over. I looked over past the dildo to the doorway. Nobody there. I wasn’t sure if I was sad or not by that. I made my way to my feet and quickly cleaned everything up; making sure to put everything back exactly where I found it. Although, if I’m being honest, I thought about leaving the dildo attached to the glass for Mr. Barnes to discover later. I thought for a moment that it might be a fun treat for him to know that I used it. Maybe I’d even get invited back to take another shower—possibly with him and the dildo at the same time! In the end though, I did my best to cover my naughty deeds. Stepping out of the shower, my body began to feel heavy and discombobulated. I reached for the sink to steady myself when Mr. Barnes suddenly appeared in the doorway. “Are you okay?” he asked. “I dunno. I feel a little funny.” I went to reach for a towel to dry myself and stumbled a bit before steadying myself with the vanity once again. “Yeah...maybe a little dizzy too.” “Probably the bonk to your noggin,” he said taking a towel and moving behind me. Without me asking he began to dry me off. I stood there looking at us in the large mirror. “Can you put your arms up without falling over?” “I...I think,” I said slowly putting my hands up in the air. “That’s good,” he said taking my hands and placing them behind my head. “Feet a little more apart…for balance.” As I spread my legs apart, he made quick but gentle work of the towel over my entire body. As he moved downwards closer and closer to my cock, I saw it get harder and harder in the mirror. I didn’t know what to say. His towel-covered hand grasped my shaft and made a couple of motions back and forth its length before cupping my balls to dry those as well. Sweet fucking bliss. I had no idea being towel dried could feel so incredibly erotic. “Okay, bend over the sink pretty please.” I bent over placing my hands on either side of the sink. Mr. Barnes started at my ankles and moved quickly up my legs until he was rubbing my cheeks. God it felt so good. I wanted to starting touching myself. “Last little bit. Pull them apart.” Should I have hesitated? I should have, right? Well, I didn’t. I immediately reached back and pulled my plump, little mounds apart exposing my freshly fucked hole. I wondered if he was going to be be able to tell that I used his dildo. I couldn’t really feel my hole gaping anymore. Then again, I couldn’t feel much of anything at the moment. He pressed the towel into my spread open ass and began drying. “Ohhhh fuck,” I accidentally moaned. Oh shit… “What?” he said. “What?” I dumbly said pretending to have said nothing. “I thought you said something.” “I don’t think I did.” Ah hell, I’m busted and look like a total [banned word]. “My mistake. You’re all dried off and squeaky clean. Still dizzy?” I tried to turn around but fell awkwardly forward into him. “I’ll take that as a definitely. Come lay down for a bit. Your clothes are drying and your bike is fixed. You can rest until you feel better and your clothes are ready.” Mr. Barnes walked me into his bedroom, and I essentially collapsed face down half awake and half asleep. His musk mixed with the faint smell of his cigars permeated the sheets and pillowcase my head laid upon. The scents were warm and soothing. I felt like I was floating inside myself on some sort of warm, soft cloud. “Scooch over,” he said softly. Dragging his pillow with me, I moved towards the center of his king-sized mattress. I was aware of the bed jostling as he apparently had climbed up into it. Nearly asleep, his warm, hairy legs bristled against both sides of my thighs. “He’s straddling me,” I thought as my mind drifted towards nothingness. Something warm squirted onto my back, but I knew it was too soon to be his cum. That’s when the scent of menthol wafted into my nose. His large paws pressed against my back as he began to massage the mixture into me. “Ooooohhhh god that feels good,” I moaned out. My filter had long been silenced. “I thought your poor muscles could use a good rub down with this stuff. It works wonders after a long day working construction to soothe my aches and pains. I figured it could probably help you too. Unless you want me to stop?” “Noooo...please more,” I cooed softly into his pillow. I wondered in that moment if my cock wasn’t already leaking into his fitted sheet. Then I wondered if his cock was leaking into his pants and creating a delicious wet spot. That’s when it hit me. I could feel his bare legs against me. He had taken off his pants. Oh my god...was he naked on top of me? Oh god. My mind immediately pictured precum dripping from the tip of his dick onto my bare ass. It was enough to almost make me spontaneously cum. He worked my back making sure to touch every inch of available flesh. As his hands traveled ever further down toward my rump, I could hear and feel my heart beating faster and faster, harder and harder with every inch that he traversed. His powerful fingers dug into my meat and kneading both cheeks simultaneously. I moaned like I was in heat. “That feels good, huh?” I just moaned deeply; hungry for more of his touch. He pulled my left cheek to the side. I could feel my asshole becoming fully revealed right before a giant squirt of the oil landed atop it. “It stings,” I whispered. “Mmmhh hmmm. That’s the menthol and eucalyptus,” he replied. He didn’t ask if I wanted him to stop or if I didn’t like how it felt. Mr. Barnes just held my cheek out and began rubbing the length of my crack with this right hand. Each time his fingers went over my hole, I know I pushed my hips upwards against them. It wasn’t me though. I wasn’t in control anymore, at least not mentally. My body just behaved as it desired without fear or consideration of my brain checking back in and stopping it from behaving badly. “Please…” I whimpered softly as his what felt like a thumb pressed firmly against my asshole. He said nothing. He must not have heard me. As his fingers made another pass over it, I felt his thumb press down even harder than before. He was so close to penetrating me. “Pleeeaase, Sir,” I whimpered louder. The pressure stopped. His fingers had vanished. I silently lamented this disappearance. Perhaps I had crossed some boundary in my foggy state of mind. I started to apologize when I suddenly felt pressure once more against Heaven’s gateway. It didn’t feel quite like his thumb though this time. Mr. Barnes grunted and shifted position atop me. His left hand never stopped forcefully holding my ass apart. Whatever was now poking at my asshole seeming to be teasing it. Moving in circles around it and pressing against it firmly from time to time. Oh my god...it’s his cock! He’s going to fuck me! Please! Please push it inside me! Oh god every fiber of my body wants it to happen. Right here. Right now! When he’d press against my hole, I could hear him moan and grunt as if he was holding himself back from claiming me as his own. The sixth time he pushed against me, I whimpered and pushed my hips up into the air—desperate to feel the tip of his manly cock penetrate my boyish body. Each time I could feel my hole beginning to be forced open he would deny it satisfaction by pulling away. Each time I would whimper audibly into his pillow. To my utter shock he soon changed tactics. He let go of my ass and placed his left hand into the pillow next to my head. His right hand, opened wide, palmed the back, right side of my head and drove the left side of my face deep into his pillow. His knees locked around my body close to my hips. I felt my cheeks wrap around what had to be the shaft of his cock. It felt as thick and hard as the dildo that was inside me fifteen minutes prior. As he began to grunt, his body lurched forward and backwards. His engorged member slid effortlessly back and forth the length of my slippery, oiled crack. He stayed atop me, forcing my face into his musky pillow while he fucked the length of my bubble butt. While I wanted to beg him to bury himself deep in my guts, I felt like I could barely move let alone talk in those moments. Everything felt heavy as if I was stuck in quicksand. I could hear Mr. Barnes breathing heavily now. The bed was rocking wildly. The padded headboard thudded against the wall in a symphony of violent thrusts. I tried to open my mouth to say, “Please,” but trying to spread my lips proved to be as impossible as opening my eyes. Mr. Barnes suddenly moved both of his hands. I felt him grab a hold of each cheek and yank them apart from one another. I could feel the tip of his cock finally pressing against my hole once more as he grunted. The tip methodically pressed ever so slightly, almost imperceptibly, into my hungry, little hole. His knees squeezed tightly against me. I could feel his legs trembling as he continued to grunt and groan. I realized he was cumming inside me. He had pressed just enough of the tip of his cock into my ass that he could empty all of his seed into me without technically fucking me. I wanted to thank him, but was too tired to speak. I just laid there picturing him squirting thick ropes of delicious, transcendent cum into me. I would take what I could get in that moment. * * * * * * * * * * * * * My eyelids lazily flickered open. That initial moment of panic of not knowing where I was flooded into me. I rolled over onto my back and stared in distress at the unfamiliar popcorn ceiling above me. My left hand rubbed my face before traveling down my chest and coming to rest on my stomach. I realized I was naked. My hand went lower and felt my limp cock and loose balls laying against my body. Yup, I was totally naked. With more than a little trepidation, I crawled out of the stranger’s bed and caught my reflection in a dresser mirror. Where was I and why was a totally naked? I heard voices faintly echoing down the long hallway connected to the bedroom I was in. I carefully crept inch by inch towards the distorted voices desperate not to make a sound and be discovered. Where the hell are my clothes? Carefully peeking around the corner into the living room, I saw Mr. Barnes sitting in a recliner full clothed watching television and smoking a cigar. “Mr. Barnes?” I sheepishly ask while presenting only my head visibly. “Benjamin! I was wondering when you were going to wake up.” “What am I doing here?” “You don’t remember? Maybe that fall from the bike was more serious than we first thought.” “Ohhh yeah...I kinda recall hitting something and then ending up in the mud. My bike…” “Fixed!” he interrupted. “And your clothes are all clean and dry,” he pointed towards an ottoman in front of his sofa. “I showered here?” “Mhh hmm. Maybe with water a bit too hot. I came in from fixing the bike and saw you face down asleep in my bed. I didn’t want to bother you, and your clothes were still drying anway.” I looked out the sliding glass door onto his deck. It was getting dark. “My parents!” I said stepping fully into the living room forgetting that I was naked for a moment. “No worries,” Mr. Barnes said standing up. “I called them and told a little fib. I said I ran into you coming home and needed help with my computer with David being away at college.” Relief washed over me. “I really owe you for that.” “Well, I’d hate for you to get into trouble over nothing. Maybe you want to get dressed?” I could feel myself blushing and my hands getting clammy. I walked over to the sofa and started getting dressed again. “How’s your headache?” “My headache?” “You said you had a pretty bad one when we got here before you took a shower.” “I did?” For the life of me, I couldn’t remember that. I didn’t really remember much of anything after falling off my bike into the mud. “I guess it’s gone. I feel a little spacey but not too bad. It’s kinda weird to admit but I don’t remember much of today.” “That’s good though! The mind does a good job of blocking out trauma,” he said with a soft smile. “You just need to take it easy the next few days, and start paying attention to what’s in front of you when riding your bike!” he joked while giving me a hearty pat on my back. We loaded my fixed bike back into his truck and he drove me home in relative silence. The entire time I had a nagging feeling that I was forgetting something but couldn’t latch onto anything specific that made me feel that way. I ascribed it to the blow to my head and a possible concussion. All that mattered now was that I was almost home safe and sound with my parents none the wiser for my biking mishap thanks to Mr. Barnes. He really came through for me. “Do you need help getting the bike out?” he said putting the truck into park. “No. I don’t think so. You’ve done so much for me today. You’re my savior. I really can’t thank you enough, Mr. Barnes.” I hopped out and grabbed my bike. As I began walking it towards the garage, Mr. Barnes rolled the passenger window down. “Ben,” he said. I stopped and cocked my head. “Mr. Barnes is my asshole of a father. You can call me sir.” A bizarre jolt of electricity went up my spine. That was...familiar? Somehow? Without another word from either of us, he rolled the window up and disappeared into the encroaching darkness of the moonless night. A handful of days went by with their typical mundane normalcy. Although, I will admit that my nightly fantasies of Mr. Barnes having his way with me had become exponentially more vivid and detailed. Where before the fantasies were amorphous and without clear definition and scope, they began to feel almost real and plausible all of the sudden. It’s as if I could finally include what he physically felt like in my fantasies without merely guessing. All of this led to more intense nightly orgasms and stronger desires to be seduced by him. My mouth would salivate at the thought of being back in his bed only this time with him atop of me while I pushed my bottom upwards into the air as a willing offering to his godly cock. It was a Thursday afternoon. I had just rode home from school. We had twelve days left before all of us seniors were finally done with school. It was odd to see both cars in our driveway. Something felt off. As I walked in the front door, I saw mom and dad sitting at the kitchen table looking through a stack of pictures. I wondered if grandma Beth finally passed. “What’s going on?” I asked obliviously. Their heads turned in unison with daggers shooting from their eyes. “How could you!” my mother yelled. “You have the devil in you. My own son!” “What are you talking about?” I asked walking forward completely baffled. “What you’ve done is unforgivable,” my father chimed in. “To think that you’ve...you’ve been hiding in our midst. That you could even go to church! You’ve despoiled it just by stepping foot in its doors.” This wasn’t a joke. They were in a near rage, and dread filled my body. “What exactly have I done?” My mother took a stack of photos and threw them towards me. “No mother should have to look at such filth! It’s an abomination!” The stack of thirty or so photos hit the carpet in front of my feet and exploded into a collage of images. Most had landed face up, and what I saw was incomprehensible. I stood looking down at pictures of me naked in a shower sucking on a dildo. Another had me pressing it into my ass while still in the shower. Another showed a closeup of a thumb pressing against my asshole. Yet another picture showed the closeup of the head of a cock against my hole with a tiny, creamy white puddle of cum present. I was gobsmacked. It was like a waking nightmare. “I didn’t do those things,” I stammered. “I’d remember if I did something like that!” “The demon in you is making you lie,” mother screamed. But I wasn’t lying. I know that was me in the pictures. I know it, but I had no memory of doing something like that. “You expect us to believe those are somehow fakes, Benjamin?” my father said with disgust. “I-I don’t know what you want to hear from me! I’m not admitting to something I didn’t do!” I protested while staring at the picture of cum leaking into my ass. Did I? Did this stuff happen? Why don’t I remember something so intense happening? “Your mother and I have talked about this. We called pastor Martin to come by the house.” “You fucking what?! Goddammit!” “Benjamin!” my mother yelled while bursting into tears. “Haven’t you done enough to us? You continue to lie about your...your...twisted perversion. Must you also blaspheme! You need saving, Benjamin!” “Saving from this bullshit,” I yelled back. “So fucking what if any of this happened? What does any of that matter? You think it takes a demon in me to do that?” I mimicked garbled speech like I was possessed. “Bullshit!” “Pastor Martin is on his way to collect you and take you to a place where you can be healed. He’s going to fix you with God’s boundless love and grace.” “The hell he is,” I replied. “Fuck both of you and YOUR perversions.” I ran out of the house and peddled away as fast as I could. A couple of hours had passed and dusk was settling into night. I sat secluded in the dense woods all that time—far away from anyone being able to find me. I sat there alternating between tears and rage trying to make sense of everything that happened. The one thing that my mind kept come back to was Mr. Barnes telling me to call him sir while dropping me off at home. There was something about that. Suddenly the dam burst. Everything flooded back into my head starting with the accident. I remembered saying, “Some days I secretly wish I had the ability to run away or even get kidnapped. I figure even that at its worst it is better than living at home.” What was it that he said back? Oh yeah, “You never know what can change your life’s path.” Then I remembered him helping me strip down, walking into his kitchen, and taking that little, pink pill; and then going to his shower. Oh god! Those pictures of me fucking that dildo facing away from the door. I did that! I forced that into my body while imagining swallowing piss from my classmates. That meant...what I thought was just a dirty dream of being massaged and “dry” humped actually happened. That was Mr. Barnes’ dollop of spunk resting on my tight pucker. It all happened and he had managed to record it. That could only mean that he was the one to anonymously mail those pictures to my parents. What had I wished for?! I peddled as quickly as I could—grateful for the light of the nearly full moon. It seemed to take an eternity to get there, but I knew this was my only option. I knocked on the front door anxiously waiting for a response. Maybe it was too late. I knocked again only harder. My whole body began to tremble uncontrollably as footsteps behind the door became audible. I heard the deadbolt and then the creaking of the hinges as the door slowly opened. “Hello, Sir” I said feeling my cock stiffen in my underwear. I stepped inside the dimly lit foyer and into my new life as slave. As soon as the door shut and bolted tight behind me, I began taking my clothes off. “You’re late,” he said. “It took me a while to remember everything and piece it all back together,” I replied with my eyes gazing down. Reaching my arms up, I placed my hands behind my head as I had done just days earlier. “Mmmmh,” the voice said. I felt hands reached around me under my arms. Fingers pinched and twisted my hard nipples as I winced. “It looks like you remembered everything.” He removed his hands from my chest and placed one on the back of my neck. Pressing me forward, he steered me back down that long hallway and back into that bed. I was entranced once again by the smell of his musk and cigar smoke. I crawled into the bed and laid there on my back with my cock stiff and my heart beating out of control. Mr. Barnes crawled onto the bed and lifted my legs above his shoulders. He crawled forward on his knees until I felt his hard cock against my ass. Reaching over me to a bottle of lube, he squirted some into his left hand and slid it down between our enmeshed bodies. I soon felt his slippery fingers against my asshole. “Oohhhh god,” I whimpered out. “I am your god now, boy. Cock is all that you will worship from now on. Do you understand?” “Yes, Sir,” I cooed. He reached down and grabbed the shaft of his dick. Pressing it against my asshole he said, “I was happy to discover you finding my dildo in the shower. I’ll admit that it was a complete accident though. David used to love showing daddy how much he could take. I guess I forgot it was even in there, but I’m delighted you were so at home riding it—ever better than he did.” “It was so big for my first time,” I moaned as Mr. Barnes began pressing his thick head into my hole. “Uhhh uhhhh,” I cried out while biting my lower lip in pain. “Mmmhhh such an appetite you had for your first time. I’m impressed, but you’ll find that my cock is even thicker.” “Ooohhhh fuck,” I cried out. My hands flailed forward against his hips as the head of his cock popped fully inside me for the first time. A devilish smile formed on him. He quickly grabbed my hands and placed them over my head and held them down forcefully. “Mmmmhh yes. What was it that you said when the dildo finally slid in your cunt, boy?” “Ohhh fuck, Mr. Barnes! You’re too big for me,” I moaned hungrily. “That’s right. That god me so hard. It was almost impossible to not join you in the shower and feel my cock inside that tiny ass of yours. But, that would have spoiled everything.” Mr. Barnes began thrusting in and nearly out of me with powerful strokes. I could feel my asshole being stretched to its limit. Every time he nearly pulled out of me, it felt like my insides were being pulled out as well. He moved one hand to my face and squeezed my mouth open before spitting into it. I moaned like a whore and swallowed. “Such a pristine little slut you are...pristine and un-corrupted...for the time being least.” He leaned over and kissed me—pressing his meaty tongue into my mouth as he drove his cock balls deep into me. His tongue played with mine as I moaned. Sitting back up, he grabbed my thighs and began fucking me with serious intent. I was putty in his paws. “You feel better than I imagined. I’m happy I was able to resist the urges I had while you were passed out. As fun as siding back and forth between these cheeks was, this is the true prize. Now you get to experience being fucked like a boy should.” “You came inside me,” I moaned dreamily. “While I was passed out. I thought it was all a dream, but in the pictures, that was your cock against my hole.” “Cum should never be wasted,” he grunted while relentless pounding my ass. The squelching of his lubed cock violating me paired beautifully with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh in unfettered passion. “It always belongs in the boy’s hole. Do you understand?” “Yes, Sir.” “From now on, you will never refuse any alpha’s load from being deposited in your hole.” “Any?” I moaned realizing I was close to my own orgasm. “More than just yours?” Mr. Barnes smiled. “I have such plans for you, Benjamin.” With that he buried his throbbing member into my boy pussy and unleashed a torrent of seed into me. He kept himself deep inside as he continued to twitch and grunt. “I want it all, Sir.” “That’s a good boy,” he said. After a couple of minutes he pulled out of me and stood next to the bed. He was leaking cum and semi-hard still. I turned in bed and placed my head off the edge of the bed and opened my mouth wide. “That’s a very good boy,” he said pressing his cock into my mouth. Leaning over with one hand wrapped tightly around my throat and the other grabbing my aching cock, he began fucking my mouth until his dick snaked its way into my throat. “Nothing feels quite like a bulging throat,” he grunted. “You’re going to make me drain another load right into your tummy.” I choked, gagged and spit up slime as he began throat fucking me with wanton abandon. It didn’t take long before my own body was twitching from lack of oxygen. This somehow delighted my body and I found myself cumming like a fountain. I felt the ropes of my own seed land against my stomach and chest. “Mmmhhh what prolific cummies,” he said ramming his cock as deep as he could. My arms flailed helplessly off the side of the bed as his furry balls rested against my face. I could feel them spasm against my nose as he came once again deep into my throat. My eyelids flitted open and shut uncontrollably as I was desperate to breathe. As I felt reality about to slip away, Mr. Barnes pulled out of my mouth. I gasped for air after immediately swallowing what he had shot into my throat. His fingers scooped up the trails of my cum. He licked them clean and sighed. “Nothing quite like a good Christian boy’s spunk.” I looked up as he backed away slightly. It was then that I noticed a fading tattoo nestled behind some of his fur. I sat up in bed. “What’s that a tattoo of?” Mr. Barnes smiled. “This scorpion?” “Yeah...I like it. Maybe I can get one so I’m marked as yours, Sir.” “Would you like that?” “I would love to earn it, Sir.” “What was it that you said back on your hands and knees with a dildo stuff in your ass in my shower? Hmmm. Oh yes. ‘Give me your hot piss in my mouth, Danny.’ I may not be Danny, but I can certainly oblige that craving of yours.” Mr. Barnes walked to the threshold of the bathroom snapped his fingers and then he pointed toward the floor in front of his feet. I slid out of his bed onto all fours and crawled to where he pointed. He turned and walked into the bathroom with me following eagerly behind like his obedient bitch. Opening the door to the shower, he snapped his fingers and pointed near the center drain. I crawled into the shower obediently and leaned back onto the heels of my feet. As he took his cock in hand and aimed it towards my face, I silently opened my mouth as wide as I could. “You’re going to make the perfect slave, boy.”
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I work up earlier than usual one morning before work. I was feeling horny so I got on Grindr and spent a while looking for someone to fuck me. I ended up finding a muscular Latino guy with what looked like a big cock about 30 minutes before I had to leave for work., I finished cleaning out and showering and went to his place which was conveniently on the way to my work. He met me at the door wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt. His English wasn't too great, but he led me through to his room. By this time I only had about 15 minutes before I had to get to work so we didn't waste any time starting to kiss. He grabbed my ass and started squeezing as I felt his cock through his sweat pants. It was at least as big as it looked in the photos, had to be over 8 inches with a narrow head tapering to a wide base. He unbuttoned my trousers and slipped his had into my underwear and started rubbing my hole with his finger. I reached into his sweat pants and began slowly jerking his cock. I was short on time so I undressed completely and so did he. He turned me around and bent me over his bed. He spread my cheeks apart and started rimming me. I was in heaven, but on a time crunch, so I told him to fuck me. I heard him rustle around and then felt the lubed up head of his cock at my hole. We hadn't talked about condoms, but he obviously wasn't wearing one, which was alright by me. I felt the head push past my sphincter and he sank in about halfway before pulling out just to the head of his cock. He did this a couple more times, going deeper into my hole until he was finally balls deep in me. His bare cock felt amazing in my hole. He fucked me from behind for about 5 minutes and then flipped me over onto my back and pushed me further up the bed. He spread my legs apart and thrust his uncovered cock back into my hole. He drove in and out of my hole as I wrapped my legs around his muscular body. I jerked my cock furiously and only after a couple minutes of him fucking me on my back I shot my load all over my stomach and chest. He kept thrusting his bare cock in and out of my hole while I just relaxed and enjoyed it. Finally, he thrust his cock as far as he could in my ass and I knew he was cumming inside me. He paused for a moment with his cock buried to the hilt in my hole before he pulled out and cleaned his cock off with a towel. He tossed it to me and I wiped my cum off myself and wiped the lube from my ass and got dressed and went to work. His load stayed in my ass all day.
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I've had guys cum in my mouth small to normalish amounts before, and sometimes swallow a little bit but spit the rest because I never have the guts to go for all of it. My dream is to work up the nerve to swallow an entire load one day though, and want it to be a big thick one. The ideal situation for me is pretty aggressive top with a thick girthy dick, nice round mushroom head, and he's jerking himself off and feeds me a thick load while he's moaning and panting loudly. For anyone that has done it, what's it feel like to have that much cum in your mouth? What's it taste like? How does it feel when you swallow it? Can you tell the difference between a guy that came a day ago vs. a week ago? How is the experience different from a thinner load? How do you find the courage to swallow all of it when it's huge like these examples below?
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I will be hosting tops on 10-6-22. I will be Blind folded taking loads. Will be face down ass up. Start time is 6pm, May start sooner than start time just depends on when I check in. Looking to find breeding tops to fill my hole up with your seed. Can go all night. Bring a friend and tag team me or run a train. 😈🐷💦 message me for more details and room number. Let’s break my record of 25 loads
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I fucking love cheating. Huge turn on. I’ve posted here before about some of my fun times. Today I cheated on my husband again. But we’ve since found a fuck bud who we are exclusive with. And it’s on all ends. But I’ve cheated on both of them. Today I stopped off at a hotel after work. Walked into some bi married man’s room and found him naked in bed, rock hard. Of course, the slut I am, I strip down immediately and go to town sucking his dick. His precum tastes delicious and I can still taste his wife’s pussy on his dick from fucking him earlier. Never did that before but it was hot af and made me even hornier. I sucked him to completion and swallowed his kid. We made out with his cum and I jerked off on his face, mixing our warm cum together. I also cheated last week. A hot, hairy, married gay bear was home alone. I walked in and he was naked. I immediately stripped and started sucking his dick. After he got hard, he walked me to his sex room and put me in a swing. His raw cock entered my hole as I sniffed some poppers. I’m tight. My husband has a small dick so I always look for more. And my new fuck bud hadn’t fucked me yet. So I was definitely needing to be opened up. But this guy fed me poppers and shoved his raw dick in. He told me to piss as he fucked me and I was so goddamn turned on. He fucked me for a good 20 minutes in the swing, taking his cock out to add to my piss. We scooped some up and made out with it. He entered me one last time, thrusting as hard as he could. Finally, we were both close. He pounded me as he’d as he could and bred me deep as I shot my load. I came all over myself and scooped it up so we could makeout. Hot as fuck, and made it even hornier because I was cheating on two men at once. if you’re in central florida, hit me up. I’m down to trade pics and loads. I need as many buds as I can get.
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Does anyone else feel the same? When I'm in the mood for delicious spunk, I always enjoy it when a man cums in my mouth. Don't get me wrong, I love having my insides blasted with some awesome toxic cum, I think it's just the act. When a guy cums in your guts, it's over, but when he empties his precious jizz in my mouth, the conscious decision to swallow it, to make it part of me makes me feel amazing. Your thoughts guys? -
Part 2: But first, a Cum Dumpery Detour
HornyForManAss posted a blog entry in Falling for a Cum Vessel
Falling for a Cum Vessel, pt. 2 But First, A Cum Dumpery Detour I hadn’t cum. Fuck my life. Despite my awe over fucking the athletic, handsome man with hair in all the right places I didn’t even cum. How fucking rude. And then a pandemic happened and I figured once would have to be enough for getting so close to perfection. Around Halloween I started exploring cum dumpery fun with an out-of-towner who would coordinate tops to stop by in 15 minute increments to load him. The first time I was the fifth loader, my first time fucking a true dump: door open, dark room, ass up, sloppy wet hole. I remember my pubes got really wet with the loads of the men before me. I came fucking him slowly because the sensation of a cum hole was so new. He said no one had ever cum in him with such slow fucking before, and the following times I was the fourth and third load, respectively. I was starting to like this. At New Years he wanted me to be the first load. I jokingly said I had finally been promoted to first dibs and he said that I’d always get first dibs from now on, which of course went to my head. Somehow, when a cum dump tells you that you’ve got a “really, really great dick,” you just need to believe it. It’s December 30 and he can be ass up and fresh for me starting at 11 p.m. I’m stoked, hadn’t cum in days and even arrived a little early. He accommodates and lets me get at it 10 minutes early. He’s expecting five more cocks and I’m somehow able to record the hottest ejaculation of my life. I tell him I’ll be back later. Walking out I see the red taillights of a car going by slowly, so a thought pops in my head: scope out the next guy walking in. Why not, I figured, the first time I loaded this dump he made me wait a couple minutes and I glimpsed the top before me. It’s now 11:16 and maybe the second top will see me walking to my truck. Sure enough that slow car is the next top. He’s tall, white, good build, can’t really make out his face, and walks with a rush. I start jerking as he walks in knowing the hole I stretched not three minutes before was about to get loaded again. He probably knew he wasn’t the first top, which turned me on even more knowing he wanted the hole loaded. I decided to wait to leave until he walked out, you know, to see if he lasted longer than me. About five minutes later top 2 walks out and I smile knowing he couldn’t have felt as good as me. Meanwhile, I’m about to leave when I see another car drive by slowly and park a few doors down. Surely top 3 will notice top 2 walking by. I’m stroking watching all this—tops scoping out tops—thanks to the cum dump. Sure enough third top walks up with the same rush in his step, and I start a timer to see how he stacks up. I end up watching six guys total go in and out (sly fucker, had only said five), and I figure his hole is definitely sloppy by now. I message to say I’m nearby and if he's ready for my second load. I wait a minute and see a silver sedan drive by slowly, come to stop in front of the house, but doesn’t park. Weird. I walk in and hell if it doesn’t reek of sweat, spit, and cum. I ask and says he got “seven, no wait, eight loads,” and freely admits that he was able to get a sixth top. He’s not even finished telling me about the sixth that I’m already pushing into his gaping hole, cock catching all drops of cum sticking to his hole hairs. My pubes are instantly drenched after the first thrust and I can’t fucking believe this slut let me and six guys walk in and use him, and so efficiently. He didn’t see any of our faces, probably let them all record and photograph him, too. My senses are out of control and next thing I know I’m shooting hard up his loose hole. I’m walking out satisfied, accomplished, and sleepy. In my truck I see another car pull up and a big chubby black guy with an orange cap walks up to the house. This must be the top-off load, even though the dump said I was the last. Shouldn’t matter, and yet, I wait until the top walks out and leaves. I know I don’t own the dump—he could never be owned—but I can’t shake this need to know who loaded him, how they compared to me, what happened to the load(s), and of course, wishing I could inspect the hole and play with the loads in him to make sure it can continue serving. It was now almost 2 a.m., December 31, and sitting in my truck outside the dump’s house I realized that I had barely scratched the surface: this new kink needed exploring. I wanted to feel that power over another man, feel him quiver for my cum with his hole, which made me feel like more of a man. I wanted to fuck more dumps, feel that velvety texture of a freshly used hole, and to know that the hole was mine after loading it. I knew more men like this dump existed who'd like that. I knew there’d be risks associated, but fuck it, because I knew I would see this new kink all the way through. What I didn’t know was that in less than a week I would be reunited with the Cum Vessel and that he would become the new kink. -
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Falling for a Cum Vessel, Part 1. First Savoring: January 26, 2020. Sunday, 2:22 p.m. He's on his way and I haven't even seen his face. Somehow this athletic tanned white specimen has my address and I actually told him he didn't need to send a face pic, to just arrive. "I'm ready to come get fucked," he writes, and I'm hard again after cumming that morning. Knock Knock: Shorts, tight t, black cap. His head tilts up and we lock eyes; brown, but that midway shade between dark and light brown. Handsomer that I would have expected--good bodies can match good faces. I let him in, lead him in front of me through the hall to the bedroom, damn he smells good. My dog barks, why did I adopt her few weeks ago? He's a good kisser, he removes his shirt. His neck tastes great, he removes his shorts; no underwear, is he a slut? His pecs and back are bricks, he pulls down my shorts. My hands are a flurry trying to touch everything about him, all he can do is drop to his knees and suck my cock like his life depended on it. Not a deepthroater, but he’s so into it that I’m quickly rock hard. He needed this: he needed to serve, and I needed to cum for the second time that day. He's kneeling and arching his back, he knows he has a bubble butt for showing, for worshiping. It's beckoning for a touch while he picks up the pace sucking. Hole is furry, cheeks lightly furry, soccer legs furry af. Is that sweat I feel on the hole, or... Doesn't matter. I haven't felt an ass this great since the divorce six months ago. I get him on the bed and bury my head deep. I could die: it's sweet--never thought I'd say it, but his ass is actually fucking sweet. It's not lube, it's a linger of sweat, soap, and water, but more than anything: him. His whole being is now at my mouth and finger tips. He's pushing back, I'm aiming forward. He's moaning and pushing my head into his ass, and I tell him to stand....he's red all over and just waiting for me to make the next move. Should I kiss him? I never have after rimming a total stranger. Fuck it: he needs it. I kiss deep and feel our tongues dance. He's lifting his leg onto the bed, turns around again. So more rimming it is, except now we can both sprawl on the bed comfortably. Before diving in I admire the glistening of his hairs catching what light comes through the curtain. He's winks the hole, showing his control and then pushes back. I'm buried and start diving in deep with my tongue. "I think I'm in love," I say laughingly. He laughs and tightens, and I know I've caught him off guard. So instead of keeping it awkward I reach for the lube and apply to his hole. It's tighter around my finger, and he winces and moans. I'm ready to go in so I keep him on his belly and enjoy the first entry. He's breathing heavy, I tell him to relax, he does so instantly. He takes direction well. I’m somehow harder and in no time the pace is going. He's good, follows well. Hole is very responsive to every thrust, every spasm of my dick, every jolt of pre-cum, which he starts asking more about. Is he in a hurry? I'm enjoying this too much and don't care if he has plans. I pull out and before I can tell him what's next he's turning around and taking my cock in his mouth. I didn't even ask him, he just does it. Only one guy before ever did that and it grossed me out back then. But this perfect stranger...it's more than technique. It's more than intensity. It's more than the anonymity. It's everything I've ever dreamed about in a man, physically. And he's doing everything I've ever wanted to do to a man but was too scared to. He moans believably, his breath syncing mine. This guy genuinely loves to get fucked. His hole is telling me. He's earned a kiss after sucking my cock so well, after it's been buried deep in his ass. So what if I have hangups about ass to dick to mouth. This guy makes me forget my inhibitions, and all that matters is him. Everything him. It's intense, sweaty, and just keeps going. Because I'm enthralled and still in shock that I could lay such a 10, I'm more concerned with him. He’s on his back, I pull out, lift his legs to his chest and just stare at his hole. It’s fucking perfect. I go into for the eat, my first time ever eating a hole I had been plowing. I never even ate my ex's ass after fucking him, but the urge to lick that hole, bury my face deep between those perfect cheeks, I need to know what I'm missing out on. Without thinking, I'm tongue deep. Fuck, he tastes even better than before. Is that even possible? He keeps asking if I'm going to cum and I keep cursing myself for having cum in the morning. Why couldn't I? Why wouldn't I? 40 minutes later, on his back with one left along my chest, he's cumming and spewing all over his chest. He's heaving with every thrust and squirt, and his hole tightens like a spigot. He's sweaty and sex funky just the way he should be. He even lies two minutes looking at the sweaty sheets, at my scrawny frame, dazed. Asks if I’m going to cum and I can tell my response disappoints. I kiss him, but he’s less into it than before. The usual "that was fun" and "I was just at the gym," lines. Dressing. "I'll walk you out," I tell him, and he smiles to the side like if he thinks I'm joking. Outside, his eyes catch the light like the gold obsidian you can only find in Mexico. I tell him my name, my real name for a change and he tells me his, which is the fake name I always give to tricks. I chuckle and he just looks at me, maybe my dimples caught him off guard. Says he works for a company in town after I ask my dumb questions to see if we might fuck again. "Ok, I'm parked up the way, bye," and I decide to let him get to his car alone, presumably parked far for discretion. From my driveway watching him walk away I lift my fingers to my nose and close my eyes to inhale. I stare at his back, good posture, that ass on the verge of badonking, and has an interesting walk. He’s about to turn the corner and so under my breath I whisper the same, laughable words I said earlier while eating him out. It would be nearly a year before I'd taste him again.
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