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I've often heard that what you eat effects the taste of your semen. So doesn't that surely mean that people from different backgrounds that eat different foods by custom will taste differently? .. E.g. Guys from Nigeria would taste differently than guys from let's say Poland, or do people over exaggerate when it comes to the whole "you are what you eat" cum taste discussion? -
I post on DoubleList yesterday looking to have sph and to be used. This guy had a nice 7.5 think cock but we had no lube so he used my mouth and slobber worked his cock hard then i got on the carpeted floor on my hands knee let him work hars cock with just spit in my ass that has not been penitrated in years he fuck my hard once he got in bled last night like i was faggot he got his first cock ever it hard but felt good he said he was married and clean but only time will tell. I need so much more. Here is a photo after he was done.
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Most people can relate to tops being regarded as a power trip - but being a total bottom can be equally as empowering. Once your cunt is connected to your brain you find real power of being a bottom, slut, cumdump and the ensuing addiction to cock and seed that follows. When my ex told me that I would find empowerment through getting fucked as often as I can/need I did not believe him. But the subsequent journey has taught me that he was correct. The empowering comes from knowing that no matter for how long tops need bottoms to satisfy their needs and knowing that is important and mindset building. From having literally had thousands of tops breed me in the ensuing 23 years since we separated, I am grateful that I learned (or was more to the point, trained) just how important bottoms are. I have had tops that have been breeding me repeatedly at whim on and off for the last 10 years, and I always accommodate their needs. They text, I get ready. I went from thinking of myself as a small dicked pussy boy to acknowledging that my hole is my power and the needs that it has fulfilled from gangbangs, to accommodating cheating straight married men, to cheating partnered tops, to servicing tops in open relationships, to taking cock and seed of people without even speaking to them, to having regulars (which many use me as hole of last resort as they have had no luck on bbrts or Grindr) to anon sex, to teaching virgins to fuck, it is all part of one hell of a journey. Do other bottoms feel the same?
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I am hosting tonight from 5 to 10 pm in the Hwy 30 Eastchase Parkway exit area HMU for details.
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Hey fellow Breeding Zoners! I will be at St Giles later this afternoon/tonight taking as many loads that are offered, jock on ass up, no loads refused. There is a party ad on BBRT so go add yourself if you want to breed me.
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Leaving school (college) one mid afternoon, I decided to go to the local adult bookstore close by and buy some poppers to replace the finished bottle at home. I walked into the store and started chatting with my friend Mike who owns the bookstore. Friendly conversation was struck up and as we were talking, Mike decided mid conversation he had to go take a piss, so I waited at the front counter looking at all the new stuff for quick sale. Not two minutes goes by and Mike begins walking back up to the counter talking to me. As I am responding to his question, face to face manner, I just happened to look down and for some reason he decided to have his hard cock already whipped out and just dangling in mid air. I have had his cock before in my mouth, so this wasn't necessarily new for him to do...but usually he makes a hint before he does anything. Well this time it was just a happy impulse on his part. Now that I think about it, you know what, it was more like flopping out of his blue jeans, so when I say cock, I mean this 8 inch long, thick, curved sideways furry cock, jutting out of his pants, flopping up and down slightly as he walked up close to my side and said, "Hey...yeaha it is funny isn't it." I just looked on with a devilish grin on my face and responded, "You know it's been a hot minute...I missed that cock of yours." He knows I like his furry cock, that furry cock with a sweet fresh loaf of bread musk smell, with a hint of earthy lemongrass and gym sock. Fuck, I was in heaven, as I didn't skip a beat, I dropped to my knees and began taking as much of his cock as I could. I was making love to his cock like a desperate porn star trying to make a name for himself. I wrapped my mouth so smooth and tight around his cock, hearing him moan deep was my motivation to keep going. I was making a small spittal puddle on the store floor. Slurping wet sounds were being made, as Mike had both his hands on my head, gently guiding my head to make a comfortable rhythm, suitable for his pleasure. I was all for it. Man, I was actually in heaven, as I shifted from cock sucking to musk sniffing and then ball licking. Fuck, I loved sucking and licking his pendulous balls; his furry pendulous balls and with that kind of musk, that smell gets me sensory drunk all the time. A few minutes go by and Mike taps my head and says he can see someone on the outside camera about to come in. I knew this routine well. I did a quick stand up and face wiping, while he did a quick pant pull up with a fast zipper closure. Just in the nick of time too, Mike's closeted buddy Tony comes in to the store, seen displaying a wedding band on his hand . Tony walks up to the counter and begins talking to Mike. Tony and Mike knew each other well and were smiling as their small talk drew my attention. I happened to be standing a few feet away over at the dildo section watching these two daddy bears chum it up. Looking down between me and them, I blush to myself as I notice the spittal puddle almost right next to Tony's feet. Oh fuck...(I chuckle to myself). I decided to distract myself from this situation, by engaging small talk with them both, however, I got a vibe that they were in a dialogue meant for two. I excused myself politely and decided to go to the back of the store to look at the bdsm toys; letting Tony have some one on one time with Mike. About a minute or three go by and Mike walks over to me from the front counter and asks me out of the blue, "Hey what do you think of my friend Tony?" I responded, "I think he's cute." 'Ah ok, well good he asked about you and was wondering if you d be interested in sucking some cock. I told him you knew how to suck cock well ." Flattered I responded, " Yeah man go get him and let's play." Mike then let me know that Tony went to go get his poppers from his car. He came back in and walked back and met up with me and Mike at the back of the store. Mike led me and Tony into the store office. Mike could watch the cameras from the office and have the door shut to play. Needless to say it didn't take long for all three of us to drop trouser and have me on my knees worshiping their two daddy cocks. One long furry and thick the other above average, mushroom headed meaty cock. While the two of them were sucking face, I was on my knees exchanging their cocks into my mouth, taking in their sweet precum. Their musk laden balls got me drunk. I was in pure gay bliss. My tongue was in heaven, as all I could do was lick lap suck, lick lap suck. My hands smacking their ass, egging them on to keep their dad cocks firm and hungry. My hands made efforts to also explore both of their hairy chests, Tony silver and brown, Mike pure reddish brown. Fuck, both their chest hair were soft and thick in amount. Mike's pink nipples were erect, Tony's fingers were twerking Mike's nipples to the point Mike was gasping erotically. Mike was rubbing on Tony's chest fur with me. Tony liked it. You could tell Tony liked his chest hair being admired, because he stuck out his dad belly for us to rub on it. It also made Tony's cock go deeper into my mouth. I could tell Mike and I were working Tony over well. By now, Tony was more eager to cum than Mike, so he tilted my head closer to him, while Mike was french kissing him. Before I knew it, Tony makes this loud staccato grunt in synch with his thick creamy cum loaded splatter, all landing on this young chasers face. Mike shot off as soon as Tony made his last deep grunt and before I had a chance to close my mouth as I turned to face Mike , Mike's sweet salty cum shoots straight into mouth. I meant to tell Mike I didn't swallow, but it was too late and in all honesty it was ok. Mike tasted actually pretty good. I didn't get off and that was ok. I made two dad bears happy, and got some personal hair gel for the rest of the day. Once we settled down from the heat of the moment, I wiped off my face with a few paper towels, while Tony and Mike got dressed and struck up small talk again. They waited on me to gather myself and get dressed. We all got a laugh when we realized Tony left his giz in my hair. He wiped it off with another paper towel. Finally all cleaned up, we walked back up to the front, thankfully no other customers came in to break up our moment. I exchanged my info with Tony. Tony said his goodbye first and left the store. Right after Tony left, I hugged Mike and told him I ll see him sooner than later and want more of his daddy cock. Mike reminded he liked that thought. I made a popper purchase then waved to Mike as I took my leave of the store. Man what a bookstore surprise. It made my day. Think it also made Mike and Tony's day.
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Among (so many) other things, I like to suck cock. I hit gloryholes at a.b.s. when I travel. The plan being to suck men to completion and spit the load into a bottle to use later as fuck lube. The problem is, lately a lot of the men have pulled out of my mouth and retracted from the gloryhole and finished themselves off by hand as I look on....pissed that not only did I not get the load, but the dude wasted it on the floor. I've asked why, and the few that did give me an answer said things like "It's not safe" or "I like to finish it myself". One guy even said "If I don't cum in your mouth, I'm not cheating on my wife". Anyone else experience gloryhole dick that will not give you the load?
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Solo in Amsterdam from the 17th to the 19th of June for the Beyonce's concert (18/06), Staying in Bunk Hostel, private double room, Looking for mates and fucks! Anybody there around those dates want to join? Flying from Dublin, Ireland.
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Fit, horny smooth gym toned Bttm CUMP DUMP, based in Northolt West London. Any hung Tops up for coming to mine later today 5th Feb? DOOR OPEN POLICY. Walk in, Breed me and Go. Whatsapp me 07583439802 for more details if your interested.
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orgy ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE - QUEBECOIS FATHER AND SON FF
versmetropig posted a blog entry in Blog versmetropig
ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE – Quebecois Father and Son FF One of the kinkiest experiences I ever had took place at a Fisting Party on the Upper West Side a few years back. Jim, a guy I played with occasionally - but only when his very vanilla partner was out-of-town or occupied - asked if I would go to a leather party with him located near his place. He thought the scene might be a bit much for him alone, but that if I was along, he'd fit in better. Sounded good to me, so with some leather already on, we carted the rest over 3 blocks in our bags, we rang the apartment, and were greeted at the front door by the host, a guy I'd seen at some pnp get-together's before. Our host, Earl was a 40ish stocky, shaved black man, already in harness and ass-less chaps. (I should mention Jim is a tall, thin white guy, very pale with lots of dark hair all over and a long skinny cock). We stripped in a foyer and added some additional leather from our bags – I loaned Jim a vest, leather jockstrap, leather cockring and armbands, and a leather ball cap to go with his construction boots; while I was in chaps, codpiece, harness with chrome cockring, bicep bands on both arms, engineer boots and motorcycle cap. We passed through a blanket hung up like a curtain to enter the main part of the apartment. The main room was set up dungeon style, with two slings, a couple of weight benches, two rim seats and leather or rubber drop cloths over the floor and furniture. There were several lube stations complete with j-lube, crisco and elbow grease, and on a raised table at the far end of the room, several bongs and pipes already loaded. A sharps container rested below the table. Earl, our host had recognized me from other gatherings as well and told me to go get cloudy and “do your usual thing and help get these guys started”. I wondered if my friend Jim realized this was a party with a distinct focus on fisting? Fortunately, my nails were all trimmed. I looked around seeing about 6 or 7 men there already, all age groups, body types, and ethnicities. Jim spotted an old buddy he’d not played with in years and went over to chat. Two guys in latex gear I’d never seen before waved me over to the sheet covered sofa they were sitting on, indicating the large water-bong they were using. Smiling, I came over and they split apart so that I would sit between them. Handing me the pipe and the torch, a melted the product and took a huge hit, held it, then slowly released a huge cloud, one of the guys murmured “mon dieu” as I sighed “Thanks, I needed that…” I told them my name, and they introduced themselves as Claude and Didier. “A pleasure gentlemen, now who wants a shotgun?” The older one Claude didn’t get that but the younger Didier did and indicated his mouth. I took another big hit, held it while giving the pipe and torch to Claude and met Didier’s mouth and exhaled the hit to him while our tongues played a bit. Didier blew out the cloud then indicated Claude with his head, I turned and Claude was in the midst of drawing a large hit himself and with his finger indicated I should come closer, and passed me the smoke in a shotgun. A few more minutes of sharing and blowing clouds and a few more comments and I told them I had to ask two questions, and the indicated to go ahead. “First question. Quebecois?” as I looked back and forth between them, “Yes,” responded Claude, “most Americans would have gone for French first.” I said, “Nah, the accent is different, and you’re both taller than most Frenchmen.” “Second question?” asked Didier with a smirk, noticing how I kept looking from one to the other, obviously scrutinizing them and curious. Both were olive-skinned white guys with a tan, tall, with dark hair on their heads, in Didier’s beard, and nicely scattered on the parts of their bodies that weren’t covered by their matching latex singlets. Average bodies, not gym rats like I was at the time. Long fingered hands, large long feet. And most curious, both had green eyes. “Second question then,” I started. “You two look a lot alike. I mean REALLY a lot as if you were brothers, which would be hot enough to me, but the age difference is too much. Trust me, I won’t be freaked out, I’d be turned on, so how exactly ARE you two related? Or is the fact you look alike the greatest coincidence of all time?” Claude looked around a bit, half concerned, half amused and said simply: “I’m his father”. “Oh shit that’s hot…” I whispered. “Seriously?” They both nodded and laughed at my facial expression. “Damn that’s hot” I repeated. “Not everyone thinks so,” Didier responded as we all looked around “even in a situation like this.” They promised to tell me more after we’d played a bit – they wanted to double team me and I was more than happy. I told them I had to find out more about this, just as the host was passing out loaded points. I looked around to see if Jim was cool with everything and caught him getting his cough and holding his arm over his head after his old buddy slammed him. Jim winked and gave me the thumbs up then started snogging his friend. Earl reached us at that point and asked if I were bumping or pointing that night, remembering I was the guy who always had to drive home. “Didier’s a home health aid in Montreal, he’s really a good admin,” Earl indicated. Since I had a particularly long block of time to play with this event starting in late afternoon, I gsve a nod. Earl was right, Didier was quick and efficient, and I was still finishing my cough when I heard Claude’s similar reaction from doing himself behind me, followed by Didier’s own launching into the stratosphere. The three of us got into a hot make out session of rough 3-way kissing before the two of them each sunk their mouths onto my nips – Claude particularly was turned on by how big they were (or so it seemed from the things he was muttering as he sucked, bit and tongued them). Our hands were all roving all over each other – I was tweaking their nips, jerking their soft but very long cocks, and fingering their hot holes. I was in the center of the couch and both of them got on their haunches on either end of it, their faces meeting over my cock, which they proceeded to lick, kiss and suck, intermittently kissing each other and sucking the other’s tongue. Between watching an honest-to-God father and son share my cock while they made out, and the little blue wonder I’d taken earlier, my cock was rock hard shortly. While they blitzed out on cock sucking and kissing each other I was slipping my fingers into their two hungry holes. I stood up from the couch, and for a few minutes,one rimmed me while the other continued sucking me, and then they switched. Soon I was on the floor in front of the couch, the two of them together in the center with their touching legs overlapping, leaning back with legs raised and holes exposed. I went back and forth rimming one while fingering the other, then switching while spending a while as well on each of their long, uncut ‘saucissons’. For some reason, I found the Dad’s hairy hole a bit more exciting, and the son’s cock more compelling, though telling the difference was a bit tough, as Didier was truly a chip off the old block almost identical to his father Claude. Their cocks got only semi-hard and were mostly soft at this point, but they did get hard later in the event. Unlike most of the pnp parties I’ve been to before or since, this one was unusual in that guys either paired or trio-d up at the beginning and pretty much played with the same guy or guys for most of the evening – though cheered on and watched by the other groups. There was a bit of a “round robin” as all of us fisted the host as he lay back in one of the slings. Then the other sling was free and Claude, Didier and I moved over to use it. It was very hot, when Claude lay back in the sling while the thinner Didier, with the assistance of two solid blocks on either side of the center of the sling straddled his father with their cocks and chests rubbing against each other and two beautiful holes presented to me. For a few minutes, I fucked each of them, bending my knees to access dad, and up on my toes to access the son. Since this was a fisting party (much to Jim’s surprise apparently, though he seemed to be doing well over by the fuck bench, with his arm way up his buddy’s chute while sitting on a large dildo up his own hole. I started playing with both holes and worked on opening them up Didier hopped up to go get the bong while I worked his Dad’s inner paradise – he got handed a bottle of poppers from the guy in the next sling and took a huff as four of my lubed fingers spread and turned in his hole. Didier put the stem of the bong to Claude’s mouth as he took a huge hit and blew a few huge clouds. Then he brought it to me and held it (both my hands and forearms were covered with j-lube so I sure couldn’t hold it) and let me take some hits – he did a few shot-gunning his dad on the last one as Claude’s hole inhaled my whole hand past the wrist. Didier had put the bong back and returned, rimming me a bit as I worked his dad’s hole and using a vibrating plug on my hole. I worked Claude’s hole for a while, thrusting, turning pulling almost all the way out, and after a bit, Didier added a few of his fingers alongside my wrist inside his dad. Claude needed to break, and after we checked that no one was waiting for it, Didier got in the sling. Started the same, opening him up, Claude brought the pipe, we all clouded while I used my fingers to stretch the kid’s fuck-hole. A hit of poppers and my hand shot in. Claude sucked my cock and played with my ass as I got further into his son’s core. Eventually he got on all fours under the sling and with me kneeling on the pillow while working his son’s hole, Claude backed on to my cock. I fucked him (gently to be fair) until Didier started demanding I pound them both. The fisting and the fucking got more energetic, I even got some punch fucking of Didier in before a break was called. We all went to the bathroom to clean up a bit, and they began to tell me their story (which I was DYING to know). As they spun their tale to me, we finished washing up and headed back to the couch with a newly refilled bong. I had wondered how this all started and who approached who. It seems son had approached father – seems Claude’s wife and Didier’s mother had started being distant and abusive to Claude and was diagnosed with Early On-set Alzheimer’s. This was 5 years prior when Didier was 19, and Claude 41. Claude was thrust into care-giver mode, and his sex life dwindled to zero, while his libido was still quite healthy leaving him horny and depressed. He was, however, still faithful to his wife and thought a mistress or a prostitute wouldn’t be right, even though his wife could no longer return his feelings. Meanwhile, at McGill his son had discovered the joys of not only gay sex, but gay chem sex. He also saw how miserable, lonely and depressed his father was. Claude had even brought up to Didier when he was visiting home one night after they’d had a few beers, that he was so horny but could not imagine cheating on his wife with another woman. That hatched a plan in Didier’s head. Reminding his father that he needed to break sometime, he got his Claude to hire an Aide for an entire four-day weekend while he went downtown and visited his son in his apartment at McGill. Utilizing the sports therapy massage skills he was already learning – plus a judicious use of some G in a sports drink, Didier got his father in a very relaxed, horny and calm mood. “You roofied your Father?” I burst out. Claude shushed me and told his son to continue. While massaging his recumbent naked father, Didier not only came out to him, but proposed that he would be happy to be the solution to his father’s sexual dilemma – not being female, he suggested that’s not really cheating. Between the G and the skin-to-skin contact and Claude’s overwhelming horniness, he told his son he could see some logic in that, but really wasn’t sure. Assuring that he had ways to help Claude decide, Didier pulled out a glass pipe, filled it with tina, and popped some bareback gay and bi porn on the TV and computer. Even though Claude claims he never really thought about or fantasized about having sex with men, the seduction worked. Soon son was blowing his dad and getting fucked by him and as more time and T went by that weekend, Claude started sucking his son and being fucked himself. He totally fell for chemmed gay sex, and by the end of the weekend a couple of Didier’s buddies had joined in. After that, Didier came home at least a couple of times a week – and since his Dad was already sleeping in his son’s room so the Aides could take care of his wife in the master bedroom, it didn’t arouse much suspicion when Didier and Claude would spend the night together in the same room, and though they also got high frequently, the did their best to keep it really quiet! Eventually the wife lost all memory and abilities and was moved to an institution for round the clock care, at which point Claude moved into Didier’s apartment which was closer to the extended care hospital than his original home, and allowed father and son to continue exploring their pnp limits. Both of the men being ass-infatuated, fisting naturally followed. Though both were versatile, both actually preferred bottoming, Claude even more so than Didier. Depending on the gay crowd you were with, they were either the scandal or the darlings of Montreal. Having hydrated, cleaned up and re-upping our high, we blew a few last clouds and got back to hole play. They got on their knees on the couch and we did a “Chariot Race” with me having an arm up each ass, fisting them simultaneously while they kissed and made out like crazy. One would fist the other while I either fucked them from behind, or fisted them, and again, they’d switch. I was fucked by both of them when they got hard finally and they helped me open my hole with toys, fingers, plugs and an anal pump. We’d break and shower off a bit, then return to the party room to have a rim circle and blow a few clouds. After they each slammed again, I was able to fist fuck Didier with two hands, then pulled one out as his father put his hand in with mine. I did the same with Claude, only with him I could have both hands in and Didier slipped one of his part way in as well. Astonishing… especially when Didier whispered in my ear “and to think, not long ago that chempig was a straight married guy… technically STILL married”. I almost shot hearing that! We played for 11 hours and I had to get going, thanking our host many times and offering to kick in for the favors, which he refused. I bid farewell to my hot Quebecois pervs, hoping I’d see them again (never did, unfortunately). Jim walked me out as he was heading home as well. He was really glad he came but didn’t think he’d do it again – he thought he “went too far” and was concerned if he did this too much, sex with his vanilla partner would pale too much. And, he added, it was a bit too much for his own limits. “Were those guys you were with REALLY father and son?” he asked. I nodded, “yeah on one break they took out their passports, they sure were.” “I don’t know,” Jim replied. “That’s kinda hot, and kinda sick to me… I guess I’m just not as debauched as you are…” I gave him an elbow to his ribs and hopped in my car, parked in front of his place on W85th. “Nah,” I said as we both laughed and he headed to his building. “But you WANT to be!”- 21 comments
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Been having trouble finding anyone willing or able to host that can breed me. I'm very open minded to try many things. I just wanna feel big hard cock in me and take your load.
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Hey guys, retired dad here who likes rough trade types and dad/son group party and play. This story is me living my fantasy, with other rough trade dads corrupting, teaching and converting boys into our play stable. I’ll be startled it soon…
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Hello NYC-Guys, I am a bttm visiting from Paris. Mid 30s with a muscular body. Looking for group fun or kinky bondage seasions. New to bb sex but open to collect new experience. Dreaming of getting more than just one load in my ass. Any recommendations for clubs, parties, saunas or apps? So bored of grindr! thanks!
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One Man In, One Man On
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—March, 2022 After the fun fuck the day before (and the post before) I did go back to bookstore the next night. I hadn’t dropped a load—and, man, I really wanted to do that. One of the reasons I love this venue is because I never know who will be there—or what exactly I will do on any given visit… I start in the straight theatre, but don’t even bother to sit down. There are a few men—but none who look like play partners. I keep hearing sounds from the gay theatre through the grate in the dividing wall. They sound much more intriguing. I go out the door which bangs behind me and go into the other. A young man I recognize by sight from here is squirming in his chair as a larger, older man is sucking his bigger than average cock. The suckee tries to stop the guy when he hears the door open, but the sucker knows he has a good thing and keeps going. I sit against the back wall and stroke. I nod at the young man. He relaxes and smiles back. In moments he beckons me over. I stick my dick in his mouth. He deep throats me two or three times—before he gives up his load to the man sucking him. The youngster leaves fast, still tucking his shirt into his rebuttoned pants. I stick my wet dick into the cocksucker’s mouth. He has blown me many times before and is great. He’s bearish, likely just hit his 40’s, with a shaved head. I realize I might be there for a while, so I sit down where the young man was sitting. There are other men in the room—all watching, all stroking. Eventually, the man I think of as the Lip Licker, for his rather unsubtle way to signal he wants your dick, gets a guy from the front row into his mouth. My sucker grows tired of not getting a load—and begs off saying the floor is hard on his knees. He leaves for the arcade. I look around. There is also a mid-40’s man stroking in the dark corner behind the door. I get up and join him. He is short and trim and flogging a regulation six incher. I stand next to him. We watch the movie and stroke our dicks. A long moment. Finally his left hand snakes out and cups my balls. I nod. He goes to his knees and takes me down. He’s fine—but nowhere near as practiced as the man with the shaved head who just was sucking me. But this guy is enthusiastic. He is masturbating like crazy as he tries to take all of me. He manages 2/3’s of me before choking. I pull back and let him tongue my head and piss slit. His knees give out, too. He stands back up and leans against the wall. I like the look of surprise on his face as I return the favor going to my knees. “Oh, fuck…” he hisses, and empties his balls into my mouth in short order. Lip Licker gets his load at almost the same time. My guy leaves, as does the other man who shot. LL gestures to me to come give him more, licking his upper lip with abandon. I tell him to give me a minute; I want to check the straight side. Not much has changed over there. The back row seat is available so I sit and stroke just to be different. My shaved head bear comes in. He goes to town on my dick again. One man comes back to watch. He keeps his zipper up the whole time. “Don’t forget my balls.” Shaved Head pulls off my dick and nuzzles them. He remembers how I love to have a tongue licking right at the base of my cock ring. I stroke a little as he gets my balls good and wet. His knees go again. He thanks me with a nod and is gone. Our voyeur follows him out the door. I go back to the gay side and let LL get his time on my dick. I have to stand for him. He can’t possibly get down on his knees anymore. But his mouth is perfection. Big tongue in a bigger oral cavity. Great suction. A passion for dick and cum. He sucks contentedly on my dripping dick. Eventually he pulls off. “Fuck my face.” I hold his head and pump into him. I go deeper this way. His hand is very busy over the slight bugle in his pants. I fuck a little more. Than let him take over until I am tired of standing. I thank him and go back next door. * It’s been quiet. Shaved Head has had another turn on me. Then nothing. But the movie has been good enough to keep me there in the cocksucker’s seat. I stroke. The door opens. A guy my age, with a silver goatee, enters. I have sucked him in this very spot before. He stands next to me. His dress slacks are undone and drop to his knees. He pushes down his designer underwear. His cock is hard—a good seven incher with a slight upward curve. He strokes. I stroke. He turns. My head turns—and he is in my mouth. I do all the things Lip Licker did to me. He sighs. I pull off his very red cockhead and go for his hairless balls. They are a nice big set, perfectly matched in size for his cock. I nuzzle and lick as I stroke his dick. He pulls away, but holds my shoulders in place. He turns and presents me with his ass to lick. This is new. He pulls me into his butt before I can really think about it. He is freshly showered—I can instantly tell from the scent of his wife’s girly soap. I relax and eat him out with abandon. He groans and calls me a slut under his breath. He is stroking his cock with one hand and holding my head into his ass with the other. He lets go and turns back. His cock hand goes into my mouth. “Clean them,” he hisses. There’s a copious amount of pre-cum on them. I lick them until he is satisfied. “Suck my cock…” He pulls the hand out and then pushes the cock in. His body is blocking the door as he holds me in place—intent on getting off. I hear it open. I hear a rustle of fabric—and suddenly my cock is engulfed in a mouth. It has to be Shaved Head—I can tell from the technique. Silver Goatee loves this. “Get him off as I give him my load,” he whispers. And I am pretty sure that is just what is going to happen. The cock in my mouth swells. So does mine. I get a massive load in my mouth. And second later, I give one to Shaved Head every bit as big…. 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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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The best thing for me was to wear my wifes at the time clothes and to chems and get Breed by anyone woh would fuck me seed me i loved it when i was pozzed i remember i wore my wifes satin red chemise stockings a pleated mini skirt 4 inch heels and we fuck in the bed she and i slepted and fucked in i had the video and the guy sent it to my self hence no longer married but fuck i now dont need to pick im chance i get fuck when ever i can chems espesially
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Hung top for local white/Latino/Arab submissive
sluttyhungtop01 posted a topic in Toronto Metro Area
The fantasy (much much more a reality) is to have a jocky/athletic build good looking guy who almost exclusively loves to serve/service black men. And I mean the type whom would be willing to do ANYTHING to make their black master happy. One who is more or less blue collar/average in the streets but a complete bitch boy urinal cumdump in the sheets who's goal is to be used over and over again-whether by one dom or multiple at any given time. To be a personal fucktoy... a walking, breathing flashlight...a hole whom happens to have a name is all you desire Does such a person(thing) exist in this city?- 9 replies
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Part I My parents had separated when I was young. My dad moved to Gainesville, Florida and took a job as a professor at the local university. I was left living with my mom, and my two younger brothers and two younger sisters. There was always commotion in the house and never a moment of privacy. When I got to my senior year of high school I received a scholarship for swimming to the university my dad worked at. When I told my dad he was extremely happy for me and told me if I didn’t want to live in the dorms I could live with him. I jumped at the chance to live with him and reconnect. I would also have much more privacy. I moved in with my dad that summer and found I was loving my freedom. Dad let me come and go as I please without having to answer to him. School started and I fell into a regular routine of classes, swim practice and swim meets. I knew from a young age that I was attracted to guys but had never acted on it. I loved seeing my teammates in their speedos and in the shower. I would fantasize at night about them and jack off to them. At my first swim meet I came in fourth in the butterfly stroke. I was not pleased with this and decided I needed to practice more. So on Sunday evening I went to the pool to practice more. The pool was open to all. Part of the pool had designated swimming lanes and the rest was for swimming as you pleased. There were several families there with their kids. The swimming lanes were empty. I swam a few laps and was feeling warmed up and ready to practice hard. As I swam to the end of my lane and began to execute my turn, I kid jumped into the pool and landed on my back. My back began to instantly hurt me. The kid apologized and the mother ran over to make sure I was ok. I told her I would be fine. I got out and headed to the hot tub to soak my aching back. When I got home I rubbed down with muscle relaxer and took some pain pills. The next morning my back was still killing me. I went to the coach and explained what had happened. The coach immediately sent me to one of the universities sports doctors. I arrived at the doctor’s office and they took me back to the examination room immediately. Dr. Kirst walked in and introduced himself with a firm handshake. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He was young for a doctor I thought. I stood about six feet tall and looked about 180 or so. He had light brown hair neatly parted at the side and deep green eyes. He told me to disrobe and put on the gown. He left the room for a few minutes and returned. He told me to lay on my stomach so he could look at my back. He began to pressing on different areas and I yelled out in pain when he touched my lower back just about my ass crack. He then asked me to stand up and drop the robe. He began to feel my balls and asked me to cough. I tried not to get hard but my cock began to stiffen at his touch. He asked me to sit back down on the table. He explained that I just had a serious muscle pull in my back and needed to take some pain medication and begin physical therapy. He said I should be back to swimming in two weeks. He handed me the prescription for the pain medication and said he had one other medication that was experimental and wanted to try out. I said that was fine that I just wanted to heal as fast as possible. He reached into his lab coat pocket and pulled out a syringe with a clear liquid in it. He explained that it would be injected into a vein in my arm. He placed a tourniquet around my arm and found a vein. He inserted the needle and pulled back the plunger and blood appeared. He told me I would feel a warm sensation and that I would need to cough. With that, he pushed to liquid into my vein and took the tourniquet off. I began to cough very hard and felt very warm. I felt another sensation as well….I was very horny. The doctor excused himself a minute. When he left I couldn’t help but begin to touch my cock and rub my hands all over my body. I wanted sex and I wanted it now. I slid my finger in my ass and closed my eyes and began to moan quietly “Dr. Kirst please fuck me.” I was so into the sensation that I did not know that Dr. Kirst had reentered the room. Suddenly I heard a voice in my ear that said “I will gladly fuck you Adam.” I was startled at first. The doctor grabbed me and told me this was a normal reaction after taking the experimental drug. He began running his hands over my body and leaned in and kissed me. I had never been with a guy I confessed to him. He said he would teach me all about man on man sex. He told me he did not have much time now since he had other patients to see but he would give me and introductory lesson on man on man sex. He bent my over the table and began playing with my ass. I was extremely turned and began wiggling my ass and moaning softly. He undid his pants and dropped them to the ground. I looked and saw his erect penis. It was a monster. It had to be nine inches and thick. He rubbed it against my ass and said “This is want you want isn’t it Adam?” I mumbled “Yes but it is so big I don’t think I can take it.” Dr. Kirst replied, “Trust me Adam, you can. After all I am the doctor.” With that he reached over to the counter and took a tube of KY and spread it on my ass and on his huge throbbing cock. He slid a finger in and I moaned in ecstasy. He removed his finger and placed the tip of his cock on my warm hole. He leaned over and placed his hand on my mouth and said “here comes my cock stud.” He slid in with all his might. I screamed with pain and pleasure into his hand. “Relax you will love it.” He began sliding in and out of me with greater force and I actually relaxed and got into him fucking me. “Fuck doc, fuck me.” He picked up the pace and whispered in my ear “ready for my hot cum?” “Yes please give it to me!” With that had straighten up and began trusting harder and he pushed in as far as he could. I felt a warm sensation flood my ass and felt his cock pulsating as he shot load after load into my ass. The doctor pulled his pants up and took out his note pad and wrote something on it and handed it to me. He told me that this session was not over and that he still need to explain more about the experimental drug. He told me to get dressed. After I dressed he walked me out and told me to make sure I got my prescriptions filled. Once outside and opened the note. It simple read “8:00 pm 1212 Oakton street”. I was confused but intrigued and still horn as fuck. As I walked home I couldn’t help but get turned on by every hot guy I saw. I wanted them to fuck me too. What was going on?
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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.
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