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On my GR profile i show my collection of toys. The sizes range from small to HUGE. I also write about my love for assplay and fisting. It’s friday late and i am browsing thru profiles. A message notification pops up ao i open the message. [NEW] message from STR8MUSCLE2001 Hi! i see that you have a big collection of dildo’s. Can i come over to try a few watching porn. No Fuck & Suck & Kiss He added a few pics of him showing of a well defined muscular body. He’s so hot that i reply direct. [REPLY] message to STR8MUSCLE2001 I normally don’t date when there’s no fucking BUT you look hot and i would love to see that firm ass riding a dildo. I ALWAY respect wishes and boundaries, Just a small question?! Why does a str8 dude want to play with dildo’s? (You don’t hsve to answer). It took about 12 minutes to receive a message back. [NEW] message from STR8MUSCLE2001 I hope you can give me some advice and tips, GREAT to hear yo think that way. WHY? The short answer is PUSSY. There’a this blond with big tits with pierced nipples and a hot body covered in tatts. She kinky and loves getting fucked in all holes before being filled with big loads. She also likes to flip the tables and fuck the guy’s ass with a strap-ob. I WANTED HER SO BAD that i want to practise a bit. I have lots of experience with assplay so i know i could help him to there. [REPLY] message to STR8MUSCLE2001 I gladly be of service with mu toy collection and my tips and trick. Call me 06-XXXXXXXX to give you my address. Within 2 minutes my phone rang .I picked up. We had a small chat. And i gave him my address. He replied with “That’s very close to where i am. I can be there in 10 minutes. I will bring my weed!”, I answered with “GOOD|! See you in 10”. I quickly put two mattresses in my living room. I get the two huge bags filled with my toys. Open a new flask of poppers and take out my very special lube. i respect his boundaries BUT there is nothing wrong with trying to get him to loose them. This bottle contains my own mixture; normal water-based lube, some paraffin based cream, ketamine and T (Tina), I take of my cloths and slip into my baggy shorts. I hear the bell. I pick up to hear it’s my date. I buzz him inside, open my door a bit and sit down on my couch. I here the door close and hear him doing something in the hall was. After a minute he comes in naked and wears leather hood with his mouth, nose and eyes free. To stay anon and also because it looks hot. He works out a lot to get that muscled So fucking HOT! He walks towards me and sits down on the couch opposite of me. “Can i smoke my joint to help me relax” het asks and i reply with “Sure, I’ll get an ashtray, I when to the kitchen and got him a an ashtray and a bottle of water. “Just water huh?” he asks and i answer very seriously with “Off course! But if you don’t trust me you can empty the bottle and fill it yourself”. He starts laughing and says “Not necessary”. I ask him what kind of porn i should put on. He answers with “Straigjht BI or Gay are all okay as long as it’s condom free!”. I select some directories and press play, Bare gay porn… ‘MY FAVOURITE!’. He smokes his joint for 3/4 and then asks me with toy would be best to start with. I hand him a small dildo and get a bigger one for myself. I fill up a squirter with some of my lube and slip the tip in my ass and squirt the content inside. “Is a quick way to lube your ass” i say. I ask him uf he also want to use this fast way for lubing up. He nods and i hand him a filled squirter that he emptied in his arse, “Is the burning feeling normal” he asks. I tell him that the lube has some clove oil added for additional sensation and that it will go away after a few minutes. We both place the dildo on the floor and i lower myself on it, “This way i can control the speed and depth of the penetration”. He takes a good look and start to copy me. I hand him the poppers and with some deep inhales his ass starts to adjust and slowly the tip start sliding in.The T also begins to spread thru his body and into his mind, With a deep sight he glides in one fluid move over the rest of the dildo, After a few minutes we both start riding our dildo. After 10 minutes i take ir out and grab a bigger one out of the bag and lube it op. Lay on my back and start pushing it inside. My hole stretches around it. My trainee also decides to go a bit bigger. He fills the squirter again to lube his ass up. It is harder to get this one inside but with wiggling and poppers the dildo finds a way in. I can see that the T begins to take effect. He is riding the dildo as fast as he can, With a huge dildo in my ass i start stroking my thick hard cock.He sees my cock and asks me how big it is and i tell him that it’s 20cm. He looks at it again and says “FUCK…i want to feel it in me!”. `He moves over to me pulls the dildo out his ass and slide my cock inside. After riding me i switch position and plow his ass before shooting my load deep inside him. We then take turns stretching each others holes with bigger dildo’s. When i pull out the dildo from my ass my ass is gaping. It seems the T is making his have kinky thoughts because in one motion he slides his hand in my ass.after a few minutes i tell him to make his hand in to a fist and then explain how to punch my ass with it. He enjoys doing it because he starts to speed it up and punch me harder. I start cum without touching my self. That night i fucked a loaded his ass several times before falling a sleep!
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First post guys, I've been inspired by some really hot content on here and thought I'd stop being a spectator. Let me know what you think and if you want more. Tanner was destined to be an amazing athlete - that's what his coaches had always said, the boy had commitment, drive, energy and, above all else the raw physical stamina and speed needed to be a really great little athlete. He could pretty much get a scholarship for anywhere at the rate he was going and, two-weeks after his 18th birthday had colleges across the country begging him to attend. He was a 6ft tall, blond adonis: soft blue eyes, tan skin, gorgeous jawline with a dusting of dark blonde stubble - if athletics didn't want him, he could have made a fortune as a model: every girl who saw him wanted him and every boy was desperate to be him or, be in him. However, as far as Jake had got out of him, he'd only had two girlfriends in the past and never fucked - just some oral. So a tight little virgin too. I'm something of a sportsman myself well.... more of a hunter to be fair I'm 42 years old and probably in the best shape of my life. I'd packed on the muscle and my hairy chest expanded with even the slightest breath. I was built like a bear but with a body carved from stone after spending hours at the gym and on the field. I was a burly guy and, so I'd been told, a hot, daddy type. That suited me fine as I liked nothing more than dicking hot young twinks and jocks, letting them feel safe in my company before chemming up their innoncent cunts with G and Tina and fucking them full of my poz-babymakers. I'd played sports when I was young and there was something about the smell of a jock that got my juices going and, by far, my greatest conquest, was a local swimmer boy - Jake. A few years' ago I'd been at a swim-meat, scouring for talent when he was competing in his first adult competition: by farm the hottest boy in the entire place, fresh-faced 18 year old perfection.Tight, lean muscle, black hair, green eyes, big package - I had to have him. He ended up winning his competition and, that night, having chatted to him previously and asserted myself as a trust-worthy older jock type, invited him back to my room, smoked him out and fucked his tight, gold-medalled cunt into the chem stratosphere. Jake was a favourite bottom of mine from there on in and, right up until he left for college - we'd fucked a few of his school friends and swimming buddies into the poz brotherhood but, our dual hunts came to an end when he left: or that's what I thought. Tanner had applied to Jake's college and was thinking about joining their athletics programme. Jake had been 'buddied' up with the boy to try and convince him - Jake took that responsibility very seriously as soon as he saw Tanner's gorgeous body. I got a phone call from Jake that night, desperate for me to help him 'convince' Tanner to attend. Having heard Jake's description of the little 18 year old stud, I was intrigued and, when Jake mentioned Tanner was going to stay with him at his frat-house for the Easter weekend - couldn't turn down the invitation of pozzing another little jock boy. All of Jake's frat would be home for easter and we'd have his place to ourselves. More to come... Tanner would arrive on Friday and I would arrive on Saturday. Tanner and Jake would spend Saturday morning getting 'sports enemas' at Jake's local health centre ("you know" he'd told Tanner "it's super good for athletes") and then he'd drop Tanner off at the house where I'd be waiting before heading out on an 'errand' leaving me with the hot little, cleaned-out stud. I'd make him feel comfortable, get him used to my presence, spend the rest of the day getting in the boy's head before Jake returned with enough Tina to turn the boy from neg innocent to poz pig in three easy steps. I'd send Jake out to a dealer I knew in the area, a real 'good-guy' with a sweet supply of everything you'd need for a night of long-jock-dicking. He'd have everything I need for a four-day weekend of hole-wrecking. I'd phoned ahead - boys like Tanner don't come around so often; his initiation had to be special, dedicated and long. You don't just fuck a boy like Tanner, you have to ruin a boy like Tanner. "Mention my name to Steve" I said to Jake, "He'll have a kit ready for me - it'll have everything I need" "What about money?" Jake said I laughed, "Don't worry, Steve is going to get paid in other currency" I said, grinning. "Hahaha...sweet" Jake said and disappeared out the door leaving me in my web - waiting for my prey. Saturday came around, I'd flown cross-state rather than drive and got a taxi to the frat house from the airport. The boys were already out so, using the key Jake had sent me, I made myself comfortable, surveying the house for the perfect 'pozzing space'. Around mid-morning the door opened and the boys tumbled in, laughing like regular 'bros'. "Hey there" I shouted from the living room. "Ah, hey man!" Jake said warmly, coming into the room and giving me a bear-hug - fuck I'd missed how that tight torso felt against my own abs. "Hey, Tanner, this is Simon...Si this is Tanner...a hot new recruit" I caught Jake's eyes as he said the last words and smirked. "Hey dude" Tanner said, shaking my hand firmly. He was even better than Jake described - tall, muscular, ripped stud with short, cropped blond hair and piercing baby-blue eyes, thick calves and the roundest, most perfect little ass. The boy was gorgeous, hours in the gym, hours on the track...I couldn't wait for him to spend hours on all-fours. We all talked for a bit, laughed about the enemas (got our little friend talking about sex as quickly as we could) before Jake made his excuses and promptly left leaving me to relax and prep our gorgeous boy-toy. Tanner was awkward at first but, I soon got him talking, confiding in me - it was a gift really, I guess the age differential made boys think I was trustworthy. He told me about the girls back home and how they gave the worst head... "You ever let a boy suck you" I said nonchalantly, he visibly jumped "No!" He said, agitated I laught "jeez dude, fuck! It's just a dick and a mouth - do you honestly think it fucking matters?" He relaxed and, we went back and forth like that for a bit till I made an excuse to look at a picture hanging behind him. I stood directly in front of him, my cock visibly pulling at the fabric of my jeans, pretending to admire the painting. "Dude...you've got a monster..." Tanner said almost without thinking. "Oh, this" I said, forcing a bit more blood into my already firm dick. He looked up at me and, as he did, I saw a tiny window of opportunity. As we locked eyes, I grabbed his chin and softly kissed his beautiful lips. He pulled away for a moment, his chin still in my hand before once again joining my lips against his and kissing. For a boy without experience he wasn't a bad kisser - a bit hesitant but, that would change. I leaned in, lowering myself onto him, straddling him as he sat on the chair. "I've... I mean, I'm not..." he said, braking the kiss. "shhh" i said, pushing my tongue back into him as he moaned. "Don't worry" I whispered back, "we're just fooling around" "Yeah" he laughed, nervously, shifting his weight around on the chair so as not to let his erect cock touch me. "Listen dude, Jake isn't back for ages - let's just enjoy ourselves, yeah?" "Ok" Tanner said, as we kissed again and I slipped my hand up his polo to feel those stong, taught ab muscles. "Jesus" I thought "this boy is going to get so fucked" We made out for a long time, building his trust, elevating the boy's hormones - getting that consuming, teenage testosterone pumping through his veins. We'd moved to the floor and I'd managed to pull his pants and briefs down to expose that round little jock-butt. As we moaned into each other I began pushing the boy's boundaries - literally, maneuvering myself behind him as he squatted on all fours. "Time to show you what your anus can really do" I thought as I spat on my index finger and, finding his virgin tight boy hole, began pushing in. He started to squirm away from me but, I held his legs fast under mine and kept my finger pressing against his sphincter. A bit more saliva and my finger pushed past the tight walls of his outer ring, feeling it pulse and contract around my knuckle. The boy was going to be a tight ride, that was for sure (at least, at first anyway) and, as I massaged the lining of his cunt I couldn't help but loose myself in the silk lining of that glorious little boy-pussy, probing it with my finger like I was making love to that tight hole. It was almost too good; whole minutes passed before I realised I still had work to do - this boy wasn't nearly ready to become the cumdump he was made to be; in one move I whipped my finger out of his puckering hole. "That good baby boy?" I said, as his ass closed tight behind me. "Fuck yeah" he responded, "never knew it could feel that good" "It's going to get so much better" I whispered in his ear, resting my cockhead against his perfect butt as I bit his neck and ear. I felt him tense up as my cock rested against his hole: I loved the electricity that seemed to dance over his skin with the thrill of doing something 'forbidden', his breathing deep, shallow, masculine. "You thinking about getting fucked there boy?" He bit his lip and, I could tell he was still conflicted. "We totally don't have too" I said, teasing his hole with the tip of my finger. "Don't even worry, we can just fool around" I assured, picturing that perfect pink hole stretched about my hairy arm as I massaged some random, anonymous cum into the walls of his teenage, partied-out, boy-hole. "Yeah, maybe..Do you mind? Maybe we could just fool around a bit" he said, as I gently pushed my digit back into him. "...Besides" he moaned as I finger fucked him. "Jake will be home soon" My eyes darted to the clock on the wall above the chair... "8:45pm...15 minutes...Jake better be here then" I thought, as I worked that boy's hole over. There was going to come a point when I'd simply end up raping Tanner without some good ol'fashioned chemical lovin. I pulled my finger out of him and replaced it with my tongue: feeling him contract even more against the new experience: his clothed jock-body shivering in front of me as his outer ring quivered and expanded as my tongue probed deeper.
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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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“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 -
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. -
I really enjoy a bukkake party , don’t get me wrong I have a hot hole and love loads shot up my ass but .. to be on my knees for a group of men covering my face with cum!!! Wow!!! Cover me ! Paint me!! Does anyone else like bukkake? Would anyone want to get together? Louie
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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? -
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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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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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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There will be a bareback sex party in a private residence in Auckland next week For details, if anyone is interested, register at barebacksp.com From there, you should be able to find out event details and RSVP
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New to the fantasy of getting railed by multiple men. Anyone done it? Enjoyed it/didn’t enjoy. How did you do it safely or you didn’t care? How many guys? What what it like? Any suggestions or advice?
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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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I’ve been sucking guys off since I was very young. I’ve been wondering what most guys actually prefer. Swallow, facial, chest or somewhere else. Personally I like it when a guy can go deep and swallow without hands and clean up any that spills out. When I give head I just do what the guy wants, but I prefer to swallow with it shooting directly into my mouth and then having the cock go back into my mouth and down my throat until he’s soft or on occasion wants to fuck.
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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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Part I I wasn’t always a piece of garbage. I once had been brought up in a nice conservative, middle class household and was track for a college career and a nice job someday into the future, but being a true-born trashy Asian slut I couldn’t resist the temptation of the pipe. It started out with weed, buying by the gram and smoking out of a bowl, escalated to buying ounces and taking monster hits out of grav bongs, then I would hop in my car, recklessly drive to a stranger’s house, and let him fuck me. Anything to get some dick, I didn’t care who it was, but I liked daddies and middle-aged men the most. Daddies are so much hornier, the way they touch your skin with their coarse, hungry hands. Then one day I was smoking with a 42-year-old daddy before we fucked. He was a big guy, about 5’11”, a little guido-looking with his hair gelled up, deep spray tan, gigantic muscles, and shades. He was wearing a tight black wife-beater, tight white pants, and flip flops. He pulled out a glass pipe and asked, “You into T?” “What’s that?” I asked, ready to try any drug he was about to offer. “Ever heard of crystal meth?” he asked, raising his eyebrows and shaking a little bag of white shards in front of me. I stared at it hungrily. I had tried molly and ecstasy before, but meth was a trashy drug, a drug I pictured wasted, twisted lowlifes smoke in trailers. I had never known it was even around in the area. “Hell yeah,” I responded. I was already high as I ever was, barely able to respond to his questions, but I snorted a line of coke a few minutes ago and was wide awake. My breaths were getting heavy and slow and I was getting tingly sensations all over my body. Hell I was horny. He took a small straw and measured out a few small crystals into the pipe. Little did I know how much and how potent those few shards actually turned out to be. Daddy showed me the ropes. “Here, hold the pipe to your lips and just tilt it sideways. I’m going to light and wait for the crystals to swirl around in the bowl. I’ll tell you when to start sucking.” He lit the lighter and held the flame just below the bowl. A few seconds passed and swirls start forming, getting thicker, until the bowl was a cloud of smoke so thick it was almost yellow. “Suck slowly, let it stream in through your mouth,” he instructed. I let the smoke trickle into my body, but it didn’t stop. The thick white smoke wasn’t thinning, so I sucked just a little bit harder. A rush of chemicals (it smelled like it) smacked me, but he gently held my face and told me to stay on the pipe. I sucked, and just coughed the T out of my nostrils. Finally, I left the pipe and sprayed the room with a brilliant cloud of thick white smoke that hung over our heads. “Fuck yeah, you cheap cunt,” Daddy growled. “You’re gonna get tweaked out tonight.” He himself took a small hit. He was saving it for me. He had plans for me. I took four more big hits, then he repacked the bowl and torched it, casually sucking in more smoke than I imagined possible. He grabbed me by the hair, pulled my lips to his, and shot gunned it into me. My head was spinning from the weed and the meth, and my skin felt like my whole body was meant to be penetrated in any way possible. I was unbearably horny. I had worn tight denim shorts that sagged below my g-string and a spaghetti strap cropped to my chest to reveal a small 4-pack. “Feeling good?” he asked. “Feeling dirty,” I purred. I crawled onto his bed dangled my head over the side. Guido Dad didn’t take off his pants, simply unzipping the fly to unleash a massive 8 inch meat rod with a giant thick head. I had prepared for this, with a painfully large butt plug crammed in my ass on the drive here. “You ready for this? My little slut?” He lit up a cigarette and slid his cock down my throat. It slid clumsily over my tongue, far too big for my mouth. The head was larger than a large strawberry. He pulled my mouth open and went deeper, resting the head until it just tickled the back of my throat. I slurped my tongue frantically along the top, trying to lick at the delicious head. He grabbed the sides of my face and slowly fucked me as I slurped his dick. It ached my jaws, but it was worth it. It smelled like his musk, and there was a light amount of hair around the base of his dick. After a few moments he would take out his dick and pour some water down my throat; my mouth was getting dry from the high. My mind was blown, the meth had opened up a nirvana for me while Guido Dad’s dick was pounding my throat and face until I gagged and spluttered thick globs of saliva over my face. This was what I was meant to do. I thought I had no purpose in life, but this was it. He pulled his dick out of my mouth and fed me a little more water. By now his dick was slobbering wet and drooping threads of saliva over my face. He smelled of fresh cigarettes, it was incredibly sexy. The room was spinning as I lay there panting, my face covered in his sweaty hairy balls. My face and chest felt hot and my heart was pounding quickly. “Fuck you, you’re just a hole, aren’t you?” He grumbled. “You live at home with Mommy and Daddy, boy?” “No,” I gasped, globs of spit flowing from my open mouth, down to my cheeks, and sticking onto his balls. “Good, cuz you’re not gonna see them for a while. I have bigger plans for you,” he grunted. He looked so hot in that wife beater. His face looked sadistic, like he was taking pleasure in seeing how much he’s degraded me with just ten minutes of deep throat. “I’m not gonna let some hungry nineteen-year-old pussy go to waste like this.” I was OK with that. I was ready to sign myself over to him to be his whore, his property that he can use and rent, a place where he dumps his loads. His dick was now rock hard, a magnificent club of meat, a deadly sperm gun. He emptied his little bag into his silicon lube, shook it up, and started liberally applying it to my hole along with motor oil. “After I fuck this trashy little butt, I’m going to make a few bucks off of you,” he grunted. “But I’m not going to do it without your consent. If you want me to be your pimp daddy, it’s for life until I’m done with that hole. If you agree to this, there’s no turning back. I own you, and I’ll drug you up with meth, pot, poppers, and crack everyday, and you will serve any man who needs a pussy. I’ll make sure you’re black-out high every minute you’re awake. I’ll have you gangbanged in motel rooms, take a quick load in a public bathroom, tied up in bathhouses, maybe even parties here. You are a worthless, trashy, tweaked up cumdump, and you know it. So what do you say?” My head was spinning, and the moments between blinks started feeling very long. Holy shit, I was flying. “Hell yeah,” I moaned through my sloppy wetness. He grinned like a devil. This guy was a bad man, alright, but everything he said was true. I knew why I was put on this earth now, and he was going to guide me to my ultimate goal: to just be a fuckhole, that is what boys are meant to do for men, and that is all I’m worth. “Before I wreck that little slit permanently, I’m gonna reward you for your answer,” he said. He reached into his drawer and pulled out a dirty sock and a bottle of Maximum Impact, sprayed it, and slammed it over my face. A rush of chemicals was flooding into my system, and all of a sudden there was nothing. I ass was on fire, desperate for cock, and I moaned under the sock as the impact continued to attack me, funneling sluttiness into my blood. I had blacked out and my eyes stared into nothingness as Guido Dad removed the sock, and I could barely hear I was so tweaked out and fucked up. I could see him prepare a syringe above my head, but the room was spinning so fast, I couldn’t focus on it. I felt a sudden tightness on my arm. “Flex,” he commanded, and I responded, and he tied a belt around my bicep. I heard him moving around me and slowly inserted the needle into a large vein. I felt the prick, but my body was so relaxed I didn’t even react. I felt it take back some blood, then go deeper, deeper, deeper...
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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 met Jack, we shook hands and he gives me a light hug and welcomes. We chatted for several minutes and I quickly became at ease. Jack was very good at getting me to loosen up and relax, Eventually he began to explain how things worked. "Just like the massage you might get at day spa, you take off your clothes, lay face down on the table, and you can put a towel over you if you wish to hide your modesty. It's completely optional here. I'm usually undressed as well unless that makes you uncomfortable, and I'll start with a nice soothing massage of your legs and feet. I'll then move up to your back. After we are done with your back side, you will roll over and we will do your front. It's very similar, but hopefully a little more erotic and sensual.” By the way, it's completely OK if you get aroused. I know most men fear this the most and end up being tense the whole time. For an erotic massage, it's natural that you may get aroused. Just don't worry about it at all. You are supposed to feel that way. I am now starting to get excited but still apprehensive. I take my clothes off and lay face down naked. I look up and see he has stripped down to his underwear. He starts with a pretty deep massage on my back and neck using just a little bit of sweet smelling oil. He finds some knots quickly and I start to moan, as it is great and I really start to relax. He then moves to my head and he leans in a bit and blows in my ear, which sends a shiver down my body. He then moves on to my legs and feet, which relaxes me and gets my dick to relax from its semi-hard state. Eventually he starts to work up my thighs to my inner thighs "Is it all right if I remove your towel," Jack said. I thought for second, and then said, "Sure." Jack must have already seen my cock and balls with my legs spread, so what difference did it make?" I thought and as his hand starts to gently brush my balls, as if by accident, which starts the engorgement of my penis all over again. He then starts working my buttocks and occasionally starts lightly stroking my ass hole which gets me fully hard. He takes his time on my ass, and I notice he is starting to lean into me on the table and his penis is clearly semi hard as well, He stops for a moment and I hear the sound of him lowering and tossing his underwear to the side. When he begins to work again I discover he is now working almost exclusively on my ass hole. Suddenly he leans over the table more and I feel this amazing feeling in my ass opening and realise he is rolling his tongue around my ass hole like he was eating an ice cream cone on a hot day. I didn't think it was possible but I getting even harder and more sexually excited and I start to moan and groan all at once. I lose my grip in my concentration, my whole world, seems to be centred on the amazing sensations pulsing from his tongue in my ass throughout the rest of my body! After what seemed like an eternity, but was really probably only a few minutes, he pulls his mouth away and I feel a cool gel being applied to and also a little bit inside my hole. I then feel him start to push a finger in, slowly at first, and then a little faster and deeper. As I am a complete novice at this being a straight guy, I start to panic a bit, but then my pure lust takes over and I again start to moan like a cheap whore trying to excite a client. "I find myself begging him and he complies, but slowly and methodically. Oh my god, please do more. I really love that! Please do more" I practically yell at him, and he just giggles to himself and says, "don't worry lover, we will get there". OMG, I sound like a chick, and well I guess it's kind of like that. He slows his actions down a bit and returns to rubbing my arse cheeks, lower back and upper thighs, and I relax a bit, but remain really confused and still so excited. My thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of a warm gel going on and into my hole again. I was so excited that I had no hesitation although having someone's tongue and finger up there was as far as I had ever now gone. Then I felt something being inserted and I gasped as I realized he was putting..... "Just relax your muscles, Dan.... ungh," Jack advised as he adjusted his position on top of me. "Let my cock stretch your ass. It'll get used to my dick in a minute or two." "And...ohgawd... and then you'll pull it out?" I asked hopefully and in a hesitant state. "Well... mmm... then we'll really get to business." Replied Jack "What does that mean?" I reply "That means we're going to have some real fun!" "Are you... going to fuck me?" "Just relax." "I... I told you I'm not..." "Dan, take it easy and enjoy my Cock. I told you I'm not gay either. This is just healthy sexual fun okay?" "Okay I... ungh... I guess." I tried to remain calm under the circumstances. "UMPH!" Jack slammed his pelvis into my ass hard. His dick rammed all the way into my warm wet hole with a loud thud. "UNGH!" I felt the cock invade my insides again. The full length had just been pulled out and now it was back with a vengeance. "Jack, I think you might be too... UNGH!" Again the cock plundered my ass. "Oh SHUHweeeeeeet Gggod!" Jack exclaimed as he pulled his hips back, readying for another plunge into my straight ass. "Jack... huff... please just... UNGH!" Again the dick ploughed into me. Jack was actually long-dicking me. "UMPH!" "Please, Jack!" "UMPH!" "Oh, Jack!" "UMPH!" "I... huff... UNGH!"My eyes bulged almost out of their sockets with each powerful thrust. I found my body instinctively humping my pelvis back into Jack. Was I actually fucking back? There's no way my mind screamed inside! "Oh... yeah, Dan, that's it. Fuck back at me baby!" Jack was astonished at the speed he was turning me out. All he could think was this guy must be a real horny to turn out so quickly. "Oh Fuck!" I thought out loud. It wasn't my imagination, I was actually humping back. But it was okay. All I had to do was relax like Jack said. I tried to remain calm and tell myself everything was cool. I then felt him picking up the pace, Jacks balls smacking into my ass with loud WHACKS! Thrust after thrust. He continued to grunt and hump, "OOF!" huffed Jack. "UNGH!" I grunted. "OOF!" "UNGH!" "OOF... this is fun isn't it, Dan." said Jack "UNGH... yeah... I..." "OOF!" "UNGH... I didn't think I'd like..." "OOF!" "UNGH... sex with a man, but this feels strangely nice!" I had no idea what I was exposing myself to, By allowing Jack to have his way with me, I was opening doors to a sexual bliss only known by gay and bisexual men. For a horny, straight male, this may certainly become an addiction. I may not be able to control the urge or the want to be filled by cock. But I would be in denial for a long time to come, as I undoubtedly would try to suppress my desires. At that moment though, I was letting myself go. "OOF!" "UNGH... Jack, I'm not..." "OOF!" "UNGH... I'm not GAYooooooh!" my mouth formed a perfect "O" shape as Jack's dick hit my sweet spot in my ass. It was my prostate finally reacting to the ass pounding. My eyes crossed and my eye lids fluttered as the intense pleasure rippled through my body. Jack paused for a moment, leaving his thick dick on the special spot inside me. He reached behind me to support my back. He lifted me off the massage table and laid himself onto his own back, this time with me positioned on top. In doing so he exposed what I feared most. All the while, Jack kept his massive cock lodged in my ass. This guy could fuck! I felt like a meat skewer as Jack spun me around on his cock. When I was finally in place, I came into eye contact with with my own 7" cock which was raging hard. It stood proudly in the air, all stiff and precum oozing out of the tip. I had never felt my cock this hard. It was so hard it was almost painful. Then I felt Jack begin to buck his hips. Up and down, slowly at first but soon picking up his pace. I almost lost balance but reached down to steady myself by placing my hands on Jack’s chest. I found myself gyrating my hips, grinding my ass onto Jack's dick. I was stroking the length of his cock with my ass. Up and down. Up and down. We picked up our rhythm, again causing the massage table to rock and creak. My mind was still racing and the sensible part was screaming out... “He is turning you out!” That means turning me... turning me gay? That's what was happening here. Jack was going to fuck me gay. But was that possible? It sure looked like it. But if I turned gay, what about my girlfriend or even future girl relationships.... The part of my mind screaming slowly was being lost turned into gibberish in the sexual haze. As I fucked up and down on the thick meaty cock. I fucked so hard that my own cock slapped violently against Jack’s belly. Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Precum spattered all over Jack from my leaking cock. Jack was in sexual heaven. He was lying on his back, turning me out as I was riding his massive cock. How could Jack ask for anything more? I slammed my ass down hard with loud whumps. WHUMP! WHUMP! WHUMP! I rocked up and down, pleasuring Jack's dick with my ass. WHUMP! And then I could feel it. WHUMP! my own cock was about to explode. But how? WHUMP! I hadn't even touched it. It was then that I realized the moment Jack's tongue had entered my ass, I had lost control of my body. WHUMP! Faster and faster. My dick continued flopping around wildly, slapping his belly. SLAP! WHUMP! SLAP! WHUMP! SLAP! WHUMP! As I rode, I felt my balls filling. And then it happened. My cock began spewing cum all over the place as it flopped around. It spattered onto Jack, the floor, and a direct hit sprayed onto my chest..... I screamed out loud as my cock lost all control spewing my seed. "Oh, Dan," Jack called out uncontrollably. "I'm going to blow my seed!" "Oh, Jack!" as I looked back over my shoulder as I saw he was ramming hard into my ass one last time. WHAM! He gave this last thrust every last of his energy he had. His massive dick reaching its hilt as it spewed into my ass and knocking me forward. My body rolled forward and with that Jack’s cock sprung out of my ass with a loud popping sound as cum continued jetting out. The heavy smell of man sex filled the room. Jack’s 8 inch cock was still hard and spasmed as cum continued to dribble out of the tip, as he gazed upon my body and my leaking hole. What a hot fucking mess, as Jack gazed at my ass spread out before him. Jack climbed off of the massage table and put on his shorts, his cock tenting the crotch as he tried to tuck it in. I watched as Jack was walking away to the kitchen to get some water, as I tried pulling myself up and begun pulling up my shorts. Cum dripped down my thigh as I tried to make sense of what had just happened. My ass now felt so empty... and I felt horny. But I had just been fucked by a man and I just needed to just get away. I was straight right? The sexual haze begun to lift and I just wanted to hide under a rock. I quickly got the rest of my clothes on and headed out the door.... Jack called out that it was only sex and “I shall be seeing you very soon again” I would never, ever, be the same again.....
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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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I was in Toronto on business and had been chatting with a hot muscle jock who has a PA in his cock...which I happen to love. We weren't able to hook up at my hotel as I was staying quite a distance out of town, so I decided to hit the baths one afternoon when he was free, and I invited him to join me there. Arriving at the baths, I got a room with a sling. While waiting the arrival of the muscle jock, another very hung man kept hanging out my door so I finally invited him in. Began blowing him in earnest. He had a nice thick cock, and as I blew him, I craved it up my ass. As he moaned and thrust into my mouth there was a knock at the door. He jumped, but I told him I was expecting my buddy. I opened the door, and my buddy proved to be even hotter in person than in his pics online. He immediately stripped and clearly liked what he saw, as his very nicely sized PA cock was sticking straight up. I went back to blowing the first guy as I presented my ass to second guy. Without hesitation, he began rimming me, getting my hole wet for fucking. I then turned around and started blowing him, sort of enjoying his metal PA clicking on my teeth. He in turn began sucking the other guy. My buddy started fingering my ass too....and kissing the other guy. He invited the other guy to slide into my hole. The other guy was a bit tentative about going in bareback, but was encouraged and ended up going for it. While I continued to suck my buddy's dick, the other guy begin grinding his raw cock into my hole. My buddy was grabbing my head and pushing it down onto his dick. Then, my buddy wanted in my ass as well, so the two guys flipped me around and that pierced cock broke my hole open. I took that cock hungrily. One more switch...and the original guy was back to pumping my now very happy fuck hole. His breathing got harder and my buddy began to kiss him deeply. I just focused on feeling him pound harder and harder into me, feeling his cock begin to swell up. He let out a big moan and shoved deeply into me. I could feel a very large load being pumped deep into my guts!!! After his last spasm of cum left his cock he pulled out and left, leaving me and my buddy. My buddy was SO turned out he immediately threw me onto my back and began to pound hard into me as well. He wanted to save his cum for a later time...so kept edging himself even as he pounded my hole. We finally took a break and went out into the 'public areas'. He lead me to a fuck bench so he could begin to slow fuck me there, and to see who showed up. Some other guys did come around and were stroking. One slid his dick down my throat while my buddy plowed me. I heard some conversation, and felt my buddy pull out only to have a stranger's dick enter my hole. I moaned in pleasure as both of my holes were being used, slurping on the cock down my throat as he face fucked me, and as the guy in my ass opened my man. I could hear their breathing get faster...and they must both have heard each other, because I suddenly tasted cum being sent down my throat at the same time the guy in my ass also shot his load into me. When they left my buddy grabbed me and led me back to our room. He was intent on putting up the sling. I jumped into it, got my legs into the restraints. We left the door open for the show. He slid his hard cock into my now cummy hole and began very deliberately fucking me. Then he looked at me and asked "Want my piss, baby?" I let out a huge moan of "YESSSSS!" He stopped all movement and held me still in the sling. Looking deep into my eyes, I heard him say "Here it comes" and with that a flood of hot liquid flowed into my ass. He clearly was enjoying it as well. Eventually his piss stream ended and he began a rhythmic fucking of my hole again, which was, of course, full of piss and cum. There was a hot slurping noise each time he pulled out and pushed back in. My hole was so full of man juices being churned deep in my gut. I could feel him get harder and harder as his breathing became more labored. Then he leaned over and kissed me, whispering in my ear "My poz cum is gonna flood you now" as he simultaneously leaned back and shoved hard. His dick spasmed, as he added his charged load into my hole. He stayed inside me a while, kissing me over and over deeply. After he finally pulled out, we chatted some more. He met me at my hotel a couple of days later and gave me another good piss fuck! Totally made my trip to Toronto!!!!
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Before Jay, there was Anthony & Mikey. You might say that they were my “can I really do this” litmus test. I met Mikey in an M4M AOL chatroom. It turned out we were both off school and were both bored and extremely horny. He was 20 compared to my freshly-turned 18. We both looked pretty similar: tall, skinny, smooth and with dark brown hair and eyes. Perhaps discovering we looked alike led to what happened. “Are you a sub?” Mikey asked. “I’m pretty sure I am. Although it’s not like I have any real-life experience to say for sure,” I typed back. “Experience is one thing I can help with!” he replied back. With both of us being bottoms, I was a bit confused as to how he could help me. “What are you doing for lunch? Come to the mall and have lunch with me and my master.” I felt a flurry of emotions as I sat there staring at the monitor. As dumb as it sounds now, I thought to myself that this would be the first “real gay thing” I had done in public. I wasn’t sure if I was suddenly admitting I might be gay, but going out on a lunch date with two gay guys seemed like a first step. “Okay. Why not!” I nervously replied. My hands were shaking so much that three simple words seemed nearly impossible to type. After I signed off, I was at at loss for what to do. Was this an actual date? Was I going to be having actual sex? What do I wear? Why was I even freaking out about what to wear? “Mikey said it was just lunch,” I mumbled to myself. I ended up quickly showering and throwing on my jeans and a simple t-shirt. As I walked into the mall, I wasn’t really sure what to do. I didn’t seem to see anyone that looked like Mikey’s pic. As I sat down on the bench near the mall entrance, I briefly contemplated that this was just a cruel joke. Maybe I was just early. Or, maybe someone was having a laugh at my expense. I sat there for what felt like an eternity, but was in actuality probably only a few minutes. “Ben?” I heard a voice from behind me before a hand landed on my right shoulder. A jolt of energy surged through me and I jumped a bit. “Sorry!” I said standing up embarrassed. It was Mikey standing in front of me. He was cuter and younger looking than his picture. “I didn’t mean to spook you,” he said with a smile. “This is your first time, huh?” he added. “Meeting other guys that is.” I laughed nervously, “That obvious huh?” “Come on. Sir is excited to meet you. To be honest, I don’t think I’ve seen him this worked up before.” Mikey led me over to this little Mexican eatery that existed outside of the food court. “This is Sir,” he said introducing me to a much older, stockier man in his forties. He had that delicate balance between beefy, muscular and chubby. With light blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, he had a certain undeniable magnetism. I was at a bit of a loss on what to say. “Hello...Sir.” It felt weird to refer to him like that. “You can call me Anthony,” he said with a chuckle. “While I appreciate the effort, you’re not my slave like Mikey is; at least not yet,” he added with another chuckle and pat on my back. We got our food and sat down at a double table with four chairs. I sat by myself on one side with Anthony directly across from me. I’m not sure, but I think that may have been the most nervous I have ever been. With people all around us, all I thought about was who did I know that was going to see me out on my gay lunch date? As we started talking about work, school and family, I became much more relaxed. It felt like we were all just friends hanging out together despite this undeniable undercurrent to the whole lunch. “Oh shit,” Mikey suddenly said while looking down at his watch. “I need to run or I’m going to be late for my Chemistry lab. It was nice meeting you, Ben. Go easy on him, Sir,” he said with a sly smile. “You know me,” Anthony quickly retorted. Mikey locked eyes with me. During that moment, I was unfamiliar with the emotion those chocolate eyes were conveying. After an intense but fleeting moment, Mikey turned his head back towards Anthony. “I do know you. That’s why I’m telling you to go easy. Ben’s a naive little lamb that I feel like I’m abandoning to a wolf.” “We’re either prey or predator,” Anthony retorted. “Don’t you agree, Ben?” I’ll admit that I was lost. There was clearly substance to their conversation that I was lacking knowledge of. “I have my own take on that subject.” “And which are you then, Ben?” Anthony asked inquisitively. “Don’t answer that, Ben,” Mikey quickly interjected. “You’re too virginal to answer that in complete honesty.” He leaned into Anthony ear and whispered something inaudible to me. “I can’t promise that,” Anthony replied. Mikey shot me another somewhat unsettling glance. Leaning over towards me, he whispered, “Sorry. I do really have to go. Otherwise, I’d stay with you.” I didn’t know how to feel in the moment. It all felt like complex layers of linguistic entendre. With Mike gone, Anthony crossed his arms flat on the table and looked at me intently. “So...prey or predator. Tell me your unique take on the dichotomy?” “Sometimes, I believe one can be predatory prey.” Anthony looked intrigued if not a bit dismissive as well. “Do elaborate.” “I’m not saying this applies to me necessarily…” I started to say. “But it totally applies to you,” Anthony interrupted with a smile. I smiled back. “Fine. In some moments, I crave something with such wanton abandon that I actively hunt for the thing that I know will hurt me...or rather to satiate my hunger. I’m not simply passive in waiting for my predator to find me. Sometimes, I’ll leave the comfort of my den, so to speak, and search for a hunter. I’ll lay out my traps rather than the reverse.” He sat that smiling ear to ear. “That’s a point if view that has never been conveyed to me before. So...the obvious question then is did you seek out Mikey so you could leave your den?” “Mikey was merely coincidence that we were online in the same room, but…” I hesitated to finish my thought. I wasn’t even entirely positive that my current thought was even actually valid or truthful to why I decided to go to lunch. “But?” Anthony probed. I felt my cock flinch in my underwear suddenly. “But, I maybe have chosen to leave my safe den to meet you as Mikey’s master.” “Really...why?” “Like he said. I don’t have experience being a real-life submissive. Perhaps, the temptation to present myself to you and see what you’d do to me was something that I craved more than I could resist.” I felt my cock suddenly become fully erect in my jeans. Whatever happened next, I knew I wasn’t going to be in control. My secret lusts that I normally kept chained and repressed were now in control. I was merely along for the ride at my desires behest. “And what did you hope would happen to you, Ben?” With people coming and going all around us, I’m a bit surprised that Anthony was able to engage me to a point where those people didn’t exist. Talking so openly about this side of me was something I never thought I would do out in the open. “I don’t like to put artificial restrictions on what can happen to me,” I playfully but honestly replied. “How can I put restrictions on things that I’ve never experienced in the flesh? Seems like I would potentially miss out on a lot of experiences that I might have enjoyed.” “But what about when you experience something bad?” “Knowing me,” I replied, “my brain is capable of transforming bad things into something enjoyable or exciting in one way or another.” “That’s what I like to hear,” Anthony said with a devilish grin. “Come. Let me show you my special, little, fortress of solitude.” I followed Anthony down the main corridor of the mall until we made a left into one of the offshoot arms containing the more boutique stores. He walked us to a nearly-hidden door that was only discernible from a push-button keypad on the wall. Pushing a series of numbers, the practically seamless door popped open. “Woah,” I said in amazement. “Kinda neat, huh? It’s the service corridor to this section of the mall. Deliveries, maintenance, and things like that all take place through these secret-ish tunnels.” I followed him down the long, cinder-block hallway with painted concrete floor. On our left, we passed a series of doors that either had a three-digit number or sometimes a store name written on masking tape below the number line. Some even had peepholes like a hotel room door. “Pretty sparse on lighting,” I said while noticing the general lack of overhead lights. “At night, when I have to stay late doing inventory for my store, it can get pretty spooky in here. Without the ambient noise of shoppers and music playing through the speakers everywhere, these areas feel more like haunted tombs.” I felt shivers run through my arms, down my spine, and all the way through my legs to my feet. I definitely felt the sudden fear, anxiety, and paradoxical sexual tension of being prey begin to course through my veins. “You know,” Anthony continued, “they have cameras everywhere else in this godforsaken tribute to capitalism except, of course, for the bathrooms and these private hallways.” Another serious round of chills flowed inside of me as we stopped next to a door on our right marked “Danger. No Admittance.” Anthony produced a key-ring burdened with countless, unmarked keys. “It does say danger,” I remarked as his fingers flipped through key after key. “I thought that hunting prey liked danger?” he responded coyly while opening the door. He extended his left arm to hold the door open while looking at me. “Well? After you.” I suppose a part of me was considering that I had bitten off more than I could chew. But, what could I do now? Turn around and run away? Mikey whispering that he was sorry to me back at the taco place was replaying over and over in my mind. Did he know this was going to happen? Is this what Mikey was whispering to Anthony about when Anthony replied that he couldn’t promise that? Did Mikey tell him not to bring me here? I felt like I was about to throw up, but I was also tired of just living a life of fantasy. I was getting tired of imaging all the dirty things I wanted to do only to end up just jerking off by myself. I had told myself in the car on the way to lunch that I would see this through no matter what. It was just that I figured the likelihood of anything really wild transpiring was virtually nil. “Fuck it,” I thought to myself. I bent down and crept underneath Anthony’s outstretched arm into the mystery room. Looking back on that moment years later, I realize how clever Anthony was. Making me bend down and walk underneath his arm into that room subtly put me in a mindset of being below him. That seemingly benign placement of bodies forced me to enter that room as undeniable prey. My hunt had concluded, and now I was going to reap my rewards. “That’a boy,” he said as I slipped past him. Looking around the room, it appeared to be a sort of boiler and electrical room. A large boiler surrounded by hurricane fencing took up a solid quarter of the room. On the opposite side, several industrial breaker boxes were mounted against the wall. A long, wooden table sat adjacent to them. It was covered with an assortment of tools, wires, and bins containing a vast array of miscellaneous screws, bolts, and so forth. “Not really super bright,” I said while trying to adjust the red hue cast by a single, red bulb installed into a socket mounted on a side wall. “I dunno,” Anthony said pressing up against my back with his burly body. “I kind of like the red. It makes it a bit like a horror movie. Perfect for someone in your position right now.” He started kissing my neck while reaching around my waist to unbutton my jeans. It was the first time that anyone had kissed me sexually. Mentally, I didn’t know how to react. Thank god my cock was in control instead. I melted back into him and he pushed my jeans and underwear down with his thumbs. “What if someone comes in here?” I panted as the band of my underwear popped over my erection leaving it to bobble about wildly for a few seconds. “Well,” Anthony said taking my cock in his left hand and whispering into my ear from behind, “you might even have more fun. It’s just me and the janitor that have a key. It’s our little play room when we find the right…” “Prey,” I cooed as his thumb tormented my highly sensitive frenulum. “Mmmhhh,” he moaned. I turned my head and we began kissing deeply as he continued to masterfully stroke my eager cock. I imagined the countless other boys that he had done this to in this very spot. I was surprised that I began to feel jealous. I possessed that annoying personality flaw of perfectionism. It was bad enough that, in that moment, there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do to be his most favorite prey. I worked myself out of my shoes as we continued to make out. Anthony then stepped down between my legs onto my jeans and underwear that laid around my ankles. As I stepped carefully out of those, he slipped my shirt off over my head. Soon, my smooth, white body stood naked and bathed in the blood-red light of the room’s lone source luminescence. Anthony walked in front of me and pulled on my cock to follow him. He escorted me to the cage around the boiler. By now, the once imperceptible heat the boiler continually gave off was quite apparent. As he opened the cage door’s padlock with yet another key, it was impossible not to feel the heat emanating from the steel beast. Sweat had begun to form on my arms and chest and trickle down my skin as Anthony guided me into the cage. I turned around expecting him to join me inside. Instead, he quickly closed and locked the door. “Get on your knees and press that little ass against the cage.” I climbed down onto my knees and positioned my body as requested. “Good...now reach back at your sides and grab the fencing with your fingers.” As I did, he used long, black zip-ties to secure my wrists and hands to the fencing behind me. “Are you scared yet?” he asked. “A little,” I admitted despite my cock’s leakage indicating that I was more in a state of anticipation and submission. I suddenly felt something round and hard pushing against my asshole. I grunted in response while wondering what might be attempting to violate me. “Lean forward,” he instructed. As I put my weight forward, the zip-ties dug into skin of my wrists as they began to bear my weight. I felt what had been teasing my pucker suddenly slide inside me. I moaned in intense pleasure at the first time someone else was penetrating me. As grand as it is fucking myself with a toy, it’s a million times better when someone else is taking control of my body for their own enjoyment. “Someone is an eager beaver,” Anthony teased while pushing a push-broom’s wooden handle deeper and deeper inside me. “Watch that little guy just swallow this up like it was candy. Does that feel good?” “Fuck yes,” I moaned as sweat dripped from my body onto the floor below. “Mikey didn’t care for this part of his initiation,” Anthony said as he began semi-roughly plunging the handle in and out of my ass. It was that tenuous line of being close to being in pain and crying out and moaning like a slut desperate for more violation “Initiation?” I moaned as my ass began to rock against the rough fencing. Anthony said nothing. I only felt him remove the handle and then press something thick through my impromptu cage. I heard his belt buckle hit the floor and then the rattle of the fencing as his grabbed it. A moment later, his cock was forcing my hole open. “Oooohhh fuck,” I moaned while feeling my restrained hands beginning to tingle. Anthony began what I can only describe as hate-fucking me. “Ooohhh god...ohhh fuck me,” I cried out into the sauna-like room. As he continued to pummel my ass, my mind would drift back to Mikey at the Mexican place. It almost seemed as if he didn’t want me to experience this carnal bliss. Was he jealous? Was he worried that he’d be replaced by me? It didn’t seem like he was jealous. I just couldn’t put my finger on what took place twenty minutes prior. I could hear Anthony grunt over the bubbling and grinding of the boiler a few feet in front of me. “Dumb...ungh...fucking...faggot...unnggghhh…slut.” “What?” I moaned as his cock felt like it was a steel I-beam sliding in and out of me. He didn’t answer. I could only hear more grunts, the sound of my ass being pounded, and the rattling of the fencing like a wild animal was trying to tear its way out of it. As it felt like I was about to pass out from either the heat or the anal throttling I was receiving, the crazed rattling of the cage stopped. Anthony let out a long, deep, animalistic growl. I stayed nearly motionless on my knees leaning forward while picturing my hands purple from lack of circulation thanks to the zip-ties. It took Anthony over a minute before he finally pulled out of my achingly, sore hole. A few seconds after that were the two quick snips of my bindings holding me in place. I fell forward onto the floor staring at my right hand. Every so slowly the pins and needles sensation dissipated and life began to return to my extremities. I rolled over onto my back and stared up at Anthony who was standing with his semi-flaccid cock in his hand. What do I even say in such a moment? Even if I had something primed and ready, it didn’t matter. A stream of hot piss shot forth from the tip of his dick and began spraying my chest. I felt hot, salty droplets of the spray hitting my face as his stream slowly moved upwards. Was he expecting me to? I opened my mouth just as his deluge reach my chin. Suddenly, his salty nectar was pouring into my mouth. Do I? Is he going to want me to? Swallow this? My mind was racing as his piss quickly filled my open maw. I didn’t have time to debate this any longer. I quickly gulped down his warm offering. I immediately began coughing. Anthony laughed as he let his remaining bit of piss rain down on my own cock. “You’ll have to get used to drinking piss if you want to be a proper slave,” he said as he snaked his cock back into his pants and zipped them up. Anthony opened the cage to the boiler and tossed my clothes onto my piss-soaked body. “You can see yourself out. I need to get back to work,” he said coldly before turning away and existing the room. “Wow,” I said aloud in the empty room. “Discarded like a used condom.” The words leaving my lips suddenly clicked. I sat up and looked down between my legs. My ass was leaking his cum out onto floor. “Oh shit...I am the discarded condom.” I scooped up some of his leaking seed with two fingers from my left hand and laid back down. I slipped both cummy fingertips into my freshly fucked asshole and began jerking off with my free hand. Maybe it was stench of piss that I now reeked of and also continued to taste, or maybe it was the overall feeling of being successful prey, but I was quickly squirting my own cum onto my stomach. I laid on the filthy floor a while longer—almost reveling in my state of unbridled debauchery. I had stuck to my promise in the car on the way to the mall. I finally lived out a fantasy no matter what. I smelled like old piss; was sweating like a roasting piglet; and felt completely drained physically and mentally. I wondered if I should just continue to lay there naked and available. Maybe Anthony would return for seconds later. Or, maybe the janitor would suddenly walk in and see me splayed out and vulnerable. Part of me envisioned the janitor coming in and disposing of my clothes. He could keep me caged up and naked next to the boiler forever. I’d be their secret, permanent sex toy trapped in the mall. Countless people would go about their business outside that door never knowing that I was inside and being kept prisoner. I had to stop thinking such delightful thoughts or I’d end up needing to rub another load out. Besides, I wasn’t even sure what time it was. I should get my ass home before anyone else beat me to it. I desperately needed a shower...but maybe after I slipped the toilet brush in my bottom and had one more quick orgasm reliving the day’s adventure. I didn’t see Mikey online for a couple of weeks. I sort of assumed I’d hear from Anthony. Mikey surely gave him my email. I began to wonder if I was that bad of a fuck that I really was being tossed aside like a spent rubber. What had I done wrong? Was I that unworthy to be another slave in Anthony’s harem of boys? “Hey,” the instant message announced itself with a ding. “Dude!” I replied equal parts excited and pissed. “WTF?!?!” “I know...I know...I’m so sorry, Ben.” “Wait…for what? This feels like for something more than ghosting me.” “I told him that I didn’t want him to do what he did. That’s what I whispered to him. That’s why I apologized for having to leave to you. I told him that you were too...new.” “Okay...what are you talking about?” “I help, Sir...I help him find new boys like you that are maybe a little naive but are eager to be dirty.” “Okay…” “He likes to do what he calls his ‘initiation’ with them.” “Right. He said you hated yours but he didn’t say anything more. He just started fucking with a broom and then with his...you know…” “Yah...I know. He does that to every new boy I find for him.” “Oh…” I felt truly unimportant and not remotely special. “Ugh...he likes to convert innocent guys like you.” “Into his slave. Yeah. So, I didn’t pass his initiation. It sucks.” “Have you been sick lately?” “What? No lol I’ve been sad at being ghosted by you two, but no, I’ve been fine otherwise.” “Well, then you didn’t pass the initiation. Be glad. Listen, I gotta go. Be safe. You seem like a nice guy. I’m sorry you ended up in that situation.” What situation was he talking about? What was I missing? “I mean I had a great time. There’s nothing to be sorry about, Mikey.” Undeliverable. He had signed off. I never heard from Mikey again, and I avoided the mall. I was too embarrassed at the thought of running into Anthony. I was a disappointment to him when I thought everything went well. But, a couple of weeks after I last talked to Mikey, I was chatting with a new guy. Somehow my adventure with Mikey and Anthony became the topic of conversation. “Oh, bro! I know Anthony and Mikey!” “Okay, so give me insight to what I did wrong.” “Seriously?” “Yes!” “Dude...Mikey lures...well recruits may be more fair of a word...he recruits guys for Anthony to bareback.” “Right. He fucked me bareback.” “And you haven’t gotten sick?” “What the fuck? Mikey asked me too. Why is everyone concerned?” “Because he has AIDS and isn’t on any meds. His initiation is breeding negative holes and giving them his super viral loads. That’s their thing. How did you not know?” How the fuck would I know? It was the first time we talked. I was completely new to the gay community on AOL at the time. I laid in bed that night remembering every thought, feeling, taste and smell of my time in the boiler cage. As much as I tried to resist an erection thinking about what had happened, I couldn’t stop myself from reaching under the covers to pleasure my cock. I thought about how hard he fucked me with the broom and then his cock. He must have been so excited at the chance to flood a virgin hole. I shot my load while realizing that I happily scooped up his cum and finger-fucked my own sore hole with his poz seed. I realized that was one of my best orgasms laying there covered in his piss while fingering myself. As I licked the cum from my fingers safe at home in bed, I started to imagine my own cum was now tainted. It could have happened. Hell, I did everything inadvertently to make it happen. I slid into the chair behind my desk after locking my bedroom door. My fingers quickly started typing away in an IRC channel dedicated to poz men in my city. The bug had bitten me.
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