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i was chatting with a bear for a little bit then i gave him my number. we texted and i send him some voice messages. he says he loves my voice. i went to his place for a little bit i though but i was wrong. after he saw me he hug and kissed me. we kissed for while feeling each others beards and his tongue in my mouth. mmm mmmm mmmm. it made my knees weak he carries me to his room and gets me naked. he gets naked his body is nice not fat but not skinny. then we 69 sucking each other mmm mmm mmm. he fucks me on all fours hard and fast. oooo yes yes yes ahhh yes i moan. then he fucks me on my back and kisses me some more mmmm mmmm mmmm. it felt really good i say. thank you he says. we cum on each others beards and lick it off. yummy. then we sleep with him holding me rubbing my head and back.
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More and more I’m finding myself fantasizing about taking two cocks in my ass at the same time. I’ve had threesomes, and love getting spit-roasted (just about my favourite thing ever) but double penetration has never come up. I would love to feel two men grinding into me and stretching me out then filling me with cum together. Has anyone had this experience? Care to share some details? Am also open to offers to make it happen of course.
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here it is! the first half my first "gift giving" erotic fiction. it doesn't involve HIV or AIDS though. it focuses on the virus: hsv1 (Herpes Simplex 1) and it's actually my own fantasy too. the narrator/main character is based off of me. sorry if it's really long but i added a lot of detail to keep it arousing. there may be a few spelling errors too, and some of it may seem a bit obscure and twisted but what do you expect? please share your thoughts and be specific but not too harsh with criticism on how it's wrote It’s been a very long time but I still remember it like it was yesterday. I was (and still am) a tall, skinny, and good looking combined jock/twink with a circumcised 9 inch cock, but I also was extremely promiscuous. Every single night, I would be online trying to hook up with any guy who wanted a cock rammed in his asshole or any guy looking to swallow a huge sperm load, and I always found a guy who was up for it. I always had fun every single night, but then I got a bit worried about STDs. I also used condoms and 80% of the time, I prefered to just be sucked off instead, but still, I knew there was a risk. A few months after I turned 18, I went to a clinic in a town I was living in to get a full STD test. I arrived at the clinic right after school. I had to walk there since I didn’t have a car at all. A young but bitchy nurse told me that I would be seeing my new physician, Dr.XXX, soon. I sat down in the waiting room for about 5 minutes, until one of the receptionist told me, “Marty, Dr.XXX is ready to see you.” I followed her back to the examination room, where a white hospital gown was laying on the examination bed. She told me to just take off all of my clothes and put on the gown and that Dr.XXX would be right in, she then left me alone right after. So, I did exactly what she told me. I took off all of my clothes and put on the hospital gown. A few minutes later Dr.XXX came in and I finally saw him for the first time. He was a tall older man about in his late-50s. He had a few wrinkles around his face and his body was in average shape but a little bit muscular. He had pale skin and blue eyes and was bald with a dried up mustache and beard. “Good evening” he said in a deep but slightly flirtatious voice. “Hi,” I said back. He then asked me a couple questions about my sexual activity and I was basically honest with him about everything (I’m not the type of guy who holds stuff back). He seemed a little too fascinated about all of it, but I didn’t really give a shit. Later, he drawed my blood, he checked my cock for a discharge, I gave him a urine sample, and then I put my clothes back on, and he told me he’d call me back next week for my results. I then went home, but ironically, I was curious about Dr.XXX. I thought about how his lips would feel around my cock with his beard scrapping my inner-thighs. But eventually, I just rubbed one out then went on with my life. A week later, I was checking my messages on my cellphone after I was done with school. I then found one recorded message from Dr.XXX. I listened to it and heard him talk in a very cordial voice. He was telling me that all of my results for all STDs came back negative but there was still something he was a bit concerned about that he wanted to talk to me with. I then got nervous and called him back. When I told him, he told me not to worry at all and to come to the clinic tonight at 7pm. I agreed to meet him there then I hung up, but then I thought it was kinda weird since the STD clinic actually closed at 5pm. I then brushed it off and went about my day until it was a half hour to 7pm when I had to go see Dr.XXX. I was feeling a bit edgy because I forgot to jerk off that day, but I figured I could do it when I got back. I then got dressed, put on a pink men’s thong, red skimpy wrestling shorts, and a white football jersey (I never played football though, I was way too skinny for that.) Then I was on my way. I arrived at the clinic at 6:55pm and strangely the whole waiting room was dark/dim-light and deserted. Right away I noticed that Dr.XXX was waiting for me. He was dressed in his typical medical work attire (rubber gloves, shoes, a white lab coat etc.), but something was different…. On his face he was wearing a white health mask that covered mouth. Yet, I could see in his eyes he seemed a little eager to see me. “Good evening,” he slowly spoke, in a deep but even more flirtatious/cordial voice. “What’s up doc?” I replied casually/friendly, “What did you want to see me for?” “Follow me,” he said as he turned around and lead me back to the examination room. The examination room was brightly light like always, but something out of place caught my eye. There was a recliner chair in the examination room, which I thought was a little weird but I shrugged it off. “Have a seat,” he said in friendly voice while motioning his hand to the recliner. I did as he said and longed back in the recliner while he sat in a chair at his desk a couple feet away from me, facing me. “So here’s what I wanted to see you for,” he said to me in a deep voice, muffled by the health mask blocking his mouth, “all of your STD results came back negative, including your results for HSV-1.” I then got curious, “HSV-1? What’s that?” “Herpes Simplex Virus 1,” he answered, “I was just bit concerned though.” I then became a bit confused, “Concerned? Why are you concerned about me testing negative for herpes?” I asked, “Isn’t it good that I don’t have a virus that causes a bunch of painful sores to come back on my cock every couple of months?” Dr. XXX then replied, “Well, not exactly, but I’ll get to that later,” he then asked me, “How many men have you had intimate contact with?” “A lot,” I replied, “I don’t know the exact number. I rarely ever do anal though.” “Ahh,” he replied, “So you engage in oral sex with men often?” I then got an erection. Forgot to mention this earlier, but for some odd reason hearing a guy talk in a scientific vocabulary arouses me. I have no idea why it turns me on though. “Yes,” I replied to him, “Very often, but they suck me. I don’t suck them.” “Do you ever kiss any of these men?” he asked me. “Sometimes I guess,” I replied, “What makes you ask?” “Well that’s how herpes simplex 1 is spread,” he answered, “Herpes Simplex 1 lives on the lips and causes coldsores and fever blisters.” “Really?” I replied. I myself have never had a coldsore of fever blister and never wanted one. they’re so nasty and embarrassing to have on your lips for everyone to see. I sure was surprised to find out that they’re caused by herpes though. “Yes,” he answered me, “But 65% of the world population has the virus, most people catch it during childhood from being innocently kissed on the lips by a relative. But majority of them don’t get any symptoms and remain asymptomatic but can still be contagious, but I was worried about you though.” “Why?” I asked. “well, you don’t have the virus at all, and there’s a very high risk of you catching it from someone,” he spoke in a cordial deep voice, “and I wouldn’t want anyone to ruin that beautiful face with a nasty cold sore…” I was still confused with what Dr.XXX was telling me but started aroused for some reason. I could sense that something was starting to steam up between us. I soon started to agree with him though. “Well of course,” I replied, “I wouldn’t want an ugly and embarrassing coldsore on my lip with everyone seeing it but how can I prevent myself from getting it if it could spread without symptoms?” Dr.XXX paused for a breif moment while staring into my eyes in a alluring way, “Well, herpes simplex 1 can be passed on to the genitals during oral sex. But the virus can’t survive well on the genitals since it’s meant to be on the mouth. Most people who are infected genitally only get one to three outbreaks then it goes asymptomatic. Plus the viral asymptomatic shedding very low so it’s extremely unlikely for you to ever pass it on to any of your new sex partners, so their would be no need to disclose your infection at all if you were to have it genitally,” he spoke, “Plus one you’re infected you automatically become immune due to your body producing blood antibodies to fend off the virus so you would not be able to become infected again.” It all made sense to me right away. I could catch herpes simplex 1 genitally and not have to worry about getting embarrassing coldsores on my lips, plus it wouldn’t survive long on my genitals. “so, i find some random guy with coldsores to suck me off?” I asked, “where?” I then noticed a look of anticipation on Dr.XXX’s eyes. I then got a slight hunch of what would happen next… TO BE CONTINUED....
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I think most white bottoms have a certain fascination with black cocks... Some perhaps more than others, and I gladly admit that I find it quite thrilling when a black cock enters my white ass... I wish I could see it myself, but just thinking about the colour contrast between my ass and the cock is quite a turn-on. And... Well, the stereotype about black cocks is perhaps not always correct, but hey... In my fantasy-world ALL black cocks are massive 9-10-inchers! (Yes, I'm a size queen - and not ashamed to LOVE large cocks!) One of the largest cocks I've ever come across belonged to a black man I came across on a trip to London. He was a bit reluctant at first, asking over and over if I was SURE I could take a big cock - apparently he had quite often been frustrated with bottoms showing up and then chickening out when he was only halfway in so he had to just do a shallow fuck, rather than getting some nice, balls-deep action. I basically had to spam him with pics of my smooth, white ass to finally get him to agree that I could come over. In the end, though, he didn't regret it! It was quite limited how much of his cock I could fit in my mouth - it was simply too thick for me to take it deep throat - but he seemed mainly interested in the fucking anyway, and while I was busy sucking and lapping at his cock he focused on lubing up my hole and stretching me open with his fingers until I was literally begging for him to fuck me... Oh, wow... I swear, it was almost an audible POP! when his cock head entered me! If you really, really, REALLY like big cocks, you know there is a thrill to lying there, ass in the air, thinking "what have I gotten myself into?" and wondering if you can actually deliver what you promised... I sort of knew I probably could, but there was just enough of a doubt to make it exciting and challenging to not only let him go on, but to actually beg him to do so! Because of course I wanted him balls-deep inside me; not just for my pleasure, but to satisfy him and deliver what I promised - and also for the sense of pride there is in being a good bottom that can take a deep, hard fuck! Needless to say I took it all. At first he held back a bit and probably only gave me two thirds of his cock - which was still a VERY satisfying fuck! - but I knew I had to beg him to give it all to me. Take me as he wanted to take a little white ass. Fuck, it hurt when he made that last push and I felt his balls against my ass, but I was so proud of myself! Perhaps I was too tight, perhaps he just hadn't fucked deep for a while; I don't know, but he came far too soon... It was a bit of a shame - for me - but didn't seem to bother him. He had gotten to pump his load deep inside a little white ass, and that seemed to be enough for him! Certainly enough for him to invite me over again once more during that trip, and the second time he went balls-deep from the beginning and the fuck lasted considerably longer... (Not me in that picture, sadly...) Unfortunately black cocks are rare where I live, but the next time I go abroad I should make a bit of an effort to see if I can't get a treat like that... Fortunately there are hung black guys out there that don't mind giving a bit of cock to blond, white guys with tight asses!
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My first breeding was a lucky find through Craigslist. I had always fantasized about being bred by a big black bull. The more interesting part was the role play fantasy I had thought out. I got it all typed up and posted. A couple days went by with no answer and I had almost given up hope. I had figured that my weight had turned people off. I'm not huge, 257 lbs, but still, I was self conscious. It was weird because I liked being talked dirty to about my weight during sex. I get off to guys calling me their chubette, or cow. On the third day, my luck changed. A guy named Mike sent me a relpy telling me that he loved my fantasy and would love to be a part of it. He said he would do his best to make it come true. So we set up a date and I waited. Part of my fantasy was to do it outside and in the woods. Creepy, I know, right? But we were both down. There I stood, burning a joint, I waited in my big back yard wearing nothing but my long black coat, butt plug inserted. Finally at about 2 am, Mike pulled in the driveway. He came around back and met me, grinning from ear to ear. He had already been smoking lol. We introduced ourselves and shared the joint. I asked him if I could see what he would be filling me up with momentarily and he smiled. He stuck the joint in his mouth and from the light of his phone, I saw him pull out an 8 inch clock about as girth as an extra large bratwurst. I was so excited. I had been masturbating with big dildos for a while. It was then that I revieled to him that I had never been with a guy before. He smiled, put one arm around me and pulled me in close, rubbing the head of his glorious cock against my chubby belly. I hadn't realized how tall he was until now. He was 6'4 and I'm 5'11. He was chiseled too. Damn. He just put one arm around back of my jacket, pulled me in for a kiss and gently pulled out my buttplug. I moaned in ecstasy. He smiled and said "Don't worry Big Bessie, I'll take good care of you." I smiled and said ok. He asked if I was ready as I finished the joint. I said yes and told him where I wanted him. He walked over behind some bushes and I backed into the shadows of the trees. I took a deep breath and arched my back, stood up on my tip toes and put on my best regal face, then I walked out into the moonlight. Slowly, Mike emerged from the bushes, now naked and approached me... and then proceeded to completely fulfill my fantasy and then some. "Good evening my queen," he said. "Good evening, sir" I replied. "Where is your husband this evening?" "He is away until the next full moon." He smiles. ".... Good" He then walks up, opens my coat, reaches inside with both hands and grabs my ass. "Sir," I protest. "What are you do-" he interrupts me with his tongue as he starts to lick my face and kiss me. He slides one finger in my lubed ass and I moan through his kisses. He stops just long enough to say "You're my queen now." He kisses me again, gently this time, I put up less protest this time. He then turns me around and runs one hand up to my belly and then he starts to rub his hand all over it. He kisses my neck and whispers in my ear "You are ripe for children... MY children. Tonight we will lay together and I will give you my seed. You will carry my children and be my queen." He then pulled me closer against him and kissed my neck. "Do you hear me, cow?" He asked. "Your utters *squeezes my tits* will fill with milk and your belly will swell and when you look down and see that cute jelly belly of yours has grown, you'll know that you're with a real king and you're carrying his baby like a good hoe." He kisses me again and quickly pulls up the back of my jacket. I look back at him and say "You're no king of mine." He laughs and said "Let's let your pussy decide." He then slides his cock up and down my ass crack as he pours on more lube. I moan in anticipation of that big cock I had seen. "There we go." He says as he pops the head of his cock in my and I gasp. "See? You already like it, don't you?" "My... my father would call me a whore." I whimper. "I'm your daddy now, my queen. And you can be my little whore. Now get that plump rump of yours over here. I'm about to Make you smile" He was rubbing my belly again. "Are you ready to be my queen?" He didn't wait for my answer, he just gently slip all the way to his shaft into my ass. I had taken bigger dildos, so it didn't really hurt, but oh my god, it was so amazing. Warm, thick and throbbing this god like big black cock was inside me and it was going to dump a load of cum in my fat ass. I moaned heavily. Taking it all in. He pulled out slowly and pushed right back into my gaped hole. "You see?" He said. "You can't tell it no, can you? You know deep down you want this. You want me to fuck you. You want to have my baby and be a chunky little slut. You want to do nothing all day except take this big dick. You know you want to be my cum dump, my fuck toy. Good news is, I'll play with you all day and wear this ass out." I look back and try to fight the fact that I'm actually enjoying this, I say "Just who do you think you are, fucking me in the ass like this? I am the queen and my add is not for you and I am certainly not carrying your children." He chuckled and continued."This will be your life *slowly pumping my ass whilst I moan* your ass is ONLY for fucking and it is mine." Finally, I pull away and run into the woods while I listen to him laughing behind me. I see the canopy up ahead where I put the big air mattress hours earlier. I make the left turn and then I'm stuck. I had run right into the mud (quicksand) that I had set up that day. "Oh no, quicksand!" I exclamation. He came trotting up behind me and chuckled before helping me out of the quicksand that had been up to my knees. We helped wipe me off and he then kissed me again. "You saved my life" I said. "I suppose I should thank you in some way. But I just simply can't have your children." He smiled and held me. "He is not your husband anymore, I am. You are mine now. I will take you back to my village and you will be my prize." He took my by the hand and lead me to the canopy and onto the bed where he sat me on his lap. "You are to be my concubine. You will now live for fucking and carrying my children. When I saw you in the moonlight, all plump and beautiful. But you are a whore for coming into the Forrest at night without clothes. You wanted this all along. And because you were unfaithful to your husband, a whore's life you shall live forever." He began to finger me again. He smiled at him. "Well, it can't be all bad. That cock filling my fat ass forever, I think I would look cute if I was all preggers." He smiled back. "As do I my plump princess. Are you ready to become my queen now?" I leaned into his kiss this time. "Take me away and fill me forever, my king." I said. He put me on mt back and buried his tongue in my ass, grabbing my legs while he ate me out. I moaned and moaned like the little slut I am. He the. Climbed up next to me and positioned me on top, facing his legs.... I started to ride him. He was so deep. I rode him forever. We changed positions so many times before he stopped and held me close and said "I'm about to cum, Bessy. I will cum inside you and then you will become pregnant with my child. Your belly will swell and you'll lactate as I said. You will be a complete bimbo and a slut but you will be mine. You will be my fat queen of sex. Your ass will clap for me and you will be fully mine." He rubbed my belly and suckled my tit. "I'm ready. This fat hussy and this deep ass is yours, daddy. Give this bitch your baby." He kissed me and Rolex me over on top of him, but facing away from him. He then hooked my legs and stood up, cradling me... he slowly lowered me down onto his glorious cock. It was as if my ass wanted it and just opened for him. He began giving me deep, heavy pumps. I moaned harder with every pump. I growled "That's right, dump it in my guts, daddy!" . I started to feel something twitch in my ass and then he pushed himself all the way in and thats when I felt it... warm globs of cum dumping deep in my ass, filling my belly with his seed. "I can feel it," I said. "I'm pregnant. You gave me your baby. I'm going to be one sexy fat cow. Actually I think I just felt my ass get bigger." He laughed as he played with my ass some more, fingering me, pushing every drop into my belly. I rolled around and put that wonderful cock in my mouth. I had to taste it. It was so good. I sucked and sucked until I felt something on my belly. I looked up to find him pouring baby oil on my belly and then my legs. He then started rubbing my plump round belly. I rolled around to face him and said "What are you doing?" And smiled. He smiled back and said "I'm thinking." "About what?" I asked. With that he roles my greasy body on top of did and positioned my well fucked boi pussy back over that monster cock. I looked up wide eyed and he said: "I think you have room for more than one of my children in that fat belly of yours. Wouldn't want to waste those baby bearing hips now, would we?" "But my king? I will already be so fat!" "You'll be fine *he rubs my belly* as a matter of fact you're not fat enough". He wraps his body around me and plunges his dick farther in my butt, he's so deep. Against my protest, he humps away and I moan and fall deeper in love with every thrust. I give up my fight and only trash talk him. "What make you think you're even worthy of this fine ass you're fucking? My body wasn't made for you." "maybe not, but this dick was made for you, jelly belly. Now be a good little piggy and open your ass up a little more for daddy. You know you want my to fill you up again." And with that I gave up and accepted the several more babies he gave me that night. I'm going to be such a cow.
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The oak planks beneath my feet felt solid even though the ship rocked to and fro. The Captain had sent for me, so as I made my way from his cabin under the sterncastle to the forecastle and the front of the ship I had to try to maintain my balance while avoiding my fellow crewmates. Well, OK, maybe I was not a part of the crew yet - at least in their eyes. I was too young, too inexperienced, too pampered and formerly rich to be a pirate. Plus I was the Captain’s boy - his ship wife if you will - although I had not been a boy in age for a few years according to my father. Yet having celebrated my 18th birthday just a few weeks prior to the pirates capturing the ship I was on and slaughtering most of the crew, I still often like a child in my new surroundings. Sea spray matted my hair and once I climbed the forecastle steps, and the Captain dismissed his Quartermaster - he roughly guided the wet wisps of matted blond hair off my face. He then pushed me to my knees, unbuttoned his silk britches and had me take his sugar stick in my mouth. He loved being watched and loved even more shooting his salty seed into my mouth while standing on the forecastle, his arms crossed, pretending he was the ultimate master in his foppish silk, colored clothes. The Captain’s clothing choices always made my eyes hurt as he relished the brightest colors and the shiniest silks. Yet underneath his peacock attire, was a tall, well built man with muscles earned by years at sea and a demeanor that was rough, brutal, and used to taking what he wanted, when he wanted it - including my mouth and arse. Once the Captain had filled my mouth, I swallowed, cringing at the bitter taste. I had learned quickly there was punishment to be had if I spit it out, so hiding my grimace, I took it, and then as he stepped back and buttoned up as I left him on the forecastle. These displays always brought unwanted attention to me and while I made my way back to the sterncastle and the cabin the powder monkeys and others whooped and cawed like a cackle of black birds at my passing. In the cabin I reached for the bottle of rum that was dangling by its neck from a rope in the mid-beam timber. I gulped once - the fire burning my throat - then again and swished it around to remove the foul taste. I had tilted the bottle up for a third swig when a voice said, “You know there are better things to be swallowing.” I turned and sighed as I looked upon the Quartermaster. He was so different than any man I had ever known, or any other man on the ship for that matter. In size, he was a good four or five hands taller than the rest and just as thick and wide. His skin was black as London coal and mottled with the scars of battles past - each worn as a badge of honor and medallion of victory. The Quartermaster, or Sir - I don’t know his true name as when asked he just said Sir - was the real power on the ship. The Captain pranced around and hollered and demanded and the crew would say, “Aye Capt’n”, and then would look to the Quartermaster for the simple nod or shake of his head that would either affirm or change the orders. There were several dark men of the islands on the ship’s crew and when I first expressed my surprise that he held the rank and position he did, Sir just chuckled and said, “It is not unknown for someone like me to serve the black flag. We all wish the same thing do we not?” I had seen my share of the atrocities done to men like him in my few short years and was honestly grateful to the Father Above that Sir had found his place in this world. “I saw you coming back from the bow and your morning feeding,” Sir chuckled. I scowled at his humor, wiped the last swig of rum from my lips, and knew better than to state what I was really thinking. He continued, “I figured you would need something warm, sweet, and filling to settle your stomach, so I held my morning water and instead of sloshing down the quarter gallery figured I would let it slosh around in your mouth.” Sir quickly loosened his canvas britches and let them drop to the floor as he steadied himself with his left hand against the timber frame. The ship rocked and I stumbled as I made my way over to him, but got on my knees and held firm against his thighs as the first hot droplets of nectar kissed my lips. I quickly open my mouth and began to gulp the hot waters he fed me. His dick head was large, dark, and ripe like the giant plums I used to snitch from our neighbor’s garden when I was a child. First thing in the morning he tasted just as wonderful. Not sweet - not bitter - but like wild venison dipped in fig sauce coated with the frothy green foam that seeped from it’s eye like from the churning of small waves against the hull. Sir was my Neptune - my king of the sea. I think Sir had been holding his water all night as he really filled me up. Once I was sure he was done, I stood up, licked my lips, and gave him a smile, as I knew what would come next. I made my way to the Captain’s desk and shoved a pile of maps and papers to the side. Sir walked up behind me and slid his calloused hands under my canvas shirt, up my sides, and then grabbed my chest hard. “TELL ME YOU WANT MY PEGO. TELL ME YOU WANT ME TO FUCK YOU. TELL ME YOU WANT ME TO CUM IN YOUR ARSE, TELL ME HOW MUCH YOU WANT MY POX!” Sir demanded. I had never heard such words and talk until I was taken by the pirates and even then I had to figure out what some things meant like ‘pego’, which was his tackle or manhood. Oh I had heard my father and others refer to their manhood but never imagined I would welcome another man bloody buggering me with his like I did Sir or that I would enjoy risking my eternal life as a bloody Sodomite. While I enjoyed taking him, feeling him push in, pull out, and then grant me his seed, I was also grateful. He saved me - quite literally on that first day. As Sir took me from behind, rough and deep, those memories came back. Our attempt to evade the dark ship that stalked over the horizon; the fighting and screams and blood; the death and pillaging. A group of the pirate crew had me cornered in my cabin and were arguing over whether to gut me, ransom me, or use me like a wench - or all three - when the Quartermaster showed up. He looked me up and down, barely acknowledging my nakedness, then barked to his crew that I was to be protected and kept safe as the Captain was in need of a cabin boy to replace the last one who had died of fever, so I would have to do. As one of the three top men on the ship, by rights, Sir could use me just as the Captain and the Bos’n did. The Captain and Bos’n wasted no time and spent my first night as pirate booty rutting on me like brutal wild animals. The Bos’n especially liked rutting me like a wild boar. He was a filthy beast and just as hairy and smelly as any boar I had seen but his tusk - well I have to admit his big tusk felt awful good banging my arse open and I knew I pleased him as he grunted loudly whenever he wet my insides. Yet, while I enjoyed his man tar coating my insides, it was the tar that often coated his hands that was the worst. The filthy man never washed and while my skin and flesh toughened up from the beatings his tar-covered hands and sticks gave me, the taste of his fingers being jammed in my mouth to suck on as he rutted always left my insides heaving like the worst storm. Tar belongs on the timbers and oaks, not in my mouth! “MY POX IS DRIPPING FROM YOUR CUNNY - MAKING IT ALL HARD FOR YOU! TELL ME YOU WANT ME IN YOUR CUNNY! TELL ME YOU WANT MY POX!” Sir said, breaking my memories and focusing me back on the moment. The heat and pain he caused when he entered me were either the coal fires of Hell burning my soul or the Fire Sword of the Angel Gabriel protecting me. His manhood was massive, but the burning it caused was nothing compared to the wonder he stirred and the feelings of pleasure he gave me when he let me serve him like this. From the moment he saved me, Sir showed me kindness and mercies. Small things really I guess, but in this world, they were huge. A kind word, an extra crust of bread, a firm but gentle touch on the shoulder, a new canvas shirt when the bloodied, torn, and ruined shirt I had when captured became nothing more than nesting fodder for the ship’s mice and rats. Between satisfying the desires of the Captain, the Bos’n, and trying to learn my duties so I didn’t get slapped, kicked, or beat for disobedience, I had little time to wonder about the quiet, scary looking Quartermaster. That is until one morning a few weeks in after the Captain had buggered me and left me in his cabin, naked, afraid, and confused. Sir had come in to look at the charts but paused when he saw me on the floor huddled against the desk. I stood up, afraid I would get beat if I did not offer, so I bent over the desk and waited. Sir’s breathing got labored; the oak creaked with each step as he stepped closer. Gently he ran a finger down the ridges on my back left by the Bos’n. I was shaking and expected him to just take me. The air crackled like a storm was approaching and the hairs on my arms raised, my flesh dimpled; yet Sir held back and just said, “I’ll come back shortly. Take what time you need. I believe the Captain will be wanting his spyglass.” That evening, when taking the Captain’s dinner tray back to the galley to the cook, I paused just long enough to accept an apple from a small linen bag he had sitting on the counter. His toothless grin when he handed it to me was all the explanation he could give having no tongue with which to speak. I nodded and smiled in appreciation and tucked it under my shirt. The Captain was fast asleep by now and the watch was late, so I stayed in the shadows to avoid the few men that were up as I made my way to the Quartermaster's cabin. I tapped the stout wooden door with my finger, not wanting to make noise knowing how it could carry in the ship. I tapped again, the door latch creaked, the door cracked open, and the Quartermaster held out the metal lamp to see who had need of him. The lamp swayed back and forth as its faint light, cast by the stub of a single candle, let him see enough to know it was I. He opened the door, I stepped in, the door closed, latched, and I shivered with a chill like from a cold winter’s morning. “Are you OK? Is the Captain OK? What’s happened?” The Quartermaster said with a tinge of anxiousness in his voice. “Quart...Quartermaster, Sir, I….” He gently laid his hand on my quaking shoulder, “Just Sir. Just call me Sir. It’s OK boy, begin again.” I really didn’t know what to say so I just reached into my shirt, pulled out the small apple and held it up for him to see. A gift. A token. A thanks. Sir smiled, stepped to the back of his cabin, hung his lamp on the small hook by his bunk, and sat on the edge. It was then I realized he was completely naked. The small flames and the light of the moon reflected off the calm seas cast dancing shadows over his night skin and I was mesmerized. He casually shifted his long, thick manhood off his left thigh and patted his bunk, “Come. Sit with me and share this bounty. Did Cook give this to you? You did not steal it did you? You must know that taking things - stealing - is a severe punishment.” I thought that was a funny sort of thing for a pirate to say, but I had also seen they had some weird rules - known and unknown - so I held my tongue and just nodded. Sir pulled a knife that was jammed into the side timbers out, held up the apple, and cut a thick slice off and handed it to me. The juice dripped across his thigh and onto my hand and I laughed in delight as I figured the apple would have been dry and nothing more than a husk. I eagerly chewed it and swallowed and Sir did the same. He shared another piece with me, then a couple more. With the apple’s flesh consumed and nothing left but the seeds and toughest bit of the core, Sir jammed the knife back into the timber, looked at me, then reached out and with a tenderness I had not known from even my own father, gently wiped the smalls bits and juice from the corners of my mouth and lip. His face was mostly shadows as he licked his fingers clean. I don’t know what possessed me, but I reached out and firmly grasped his stiff manhood and gasped in wonder at its size and warmth and his aching need. He squeezed my wrist painfully, “DON’T,” he hissed. With all my strength I slid my hand up, then down, feeling the slickness of his manhood, the roughness of the skin rash and chancres, the wetness of the pustules as they seeped open onto my hand. Was that why he had never wanted me? I let him shift my hand away from his body and smiled as I held my coated hand to my face and inhaled. The smell clung to my nostrils, filled my throat, made my chest clench, and only increased my hunger. I stood up and Sir watched me in confusion as I pulled my canvas shirt and britches off. My eyes locked with his as I kneeled before him, grasped his pox timber with both hands, and guided it to my mouth. BY THE SAINTS HE TASTED WONDERFUL! Sir’s manhood pulsed and twitched with every flick of my tongue, depositing a stew of sweat, pox juice, man dripping, and more. I moaned as I suckled on the tip, drinking him up, pleasuring him with a small kindness. Sir’s head was back, his mouth open, his hand’s gripping the side of the bunk as I stroked his shaft, mouthed the tip, and cupped his balls. I had to feel him inside me, but I knew he was too big. I would not be able to take him like I did the Captain and Bos’n. I stopped my work, stood up, climbed onto the bunk and wedged myself between the bulkhead wall and Sir’s back. He twisted, looked at me, then turned his body and lay on the bunk beside me - his face to mine - his shaft pressing in need against my body. Sir’s face was all dark shadows now, so I gently ran the fingers of my left hand over his head, down his jaw line, across the crooked bridge of his nose, to his mouth. When I withdrew my fingers from his lips he slid his right arm over my back, pulled me tightly towards him and began kissing me with burning intensity. The Captain and Bos’n had never kissed me. No man had. They had only used my mouth in other ways. This - this was so different, so… Back in the present, Sir had withdrawn his shaft from my backside and was using the long nails on his right hand to scratch and claw at me like a mountain lion gutting a lamb, “YOU WANT ME TO STOP?” Sir asked, knowing full well I would never ask that. “I WANT TO SEE THAT CUNNY SWOLLEN - RED - OVERFLOWING WITH MY POX. I WANT THAT CUNNY RIPE FOR MY SEED - SWELLING AS I FILL YOU UP!” Sir slammed back into my now even bloodier arse. That first night, after he had kissed me and explored every inch of my body with his hands, our sweaty bodies entangled, was the first time I had felt safe. Nothing else mattered. All the pain, fear, unknown of the past weeks was swept away with the tides. I had an anchor now. An anchor that would hold me steady through whatever storm may blow. “Please, please go inside me,” I asked Sir. He stroked the side of my head, “You don’t know what you are asking. I can’t. I musn’t.” I guided his hand from my head down between my legs so he could feel how wet and moist my body was. I let go, flipped over so my back was now to him, and lifted my right leg up and back exposing my hole. Sir sucked in a lung full of breath like the hiss of an adder snake about to strike. I nestled my head in the crook of his left arm, scooted my body back a little so I was firmly pressed against him. His choice now was to either enter me or let me push him off the bunk. OK, well maybe I could not have pushed him off because he is a lot bigger than me, but still, in that moment, I didn’t know how else to ask him to give me what I needed. “FUCK ME SIR!” I begged as I pushed my ass back onto his swollen rod, using the rocking motion of the ship to harpoon me like a fish. Sir obliged, fucking me with a roughness I would come to love and need. While over the course of the past months he had fucked me in just about every place imaginable on the ship, his favorite was still having me bent over the Captain’s desk. The stains of red, pox, and arse left on the oak floors was one more reminder for the Captain of who was really in charge. I arched my back as Sir grabbed my right leg and hefted it higher. He began stabbing at my puckered flesh with his fingers; his nails scraping my skin away like the barnacles that clung to the ship’s hull. This was a pain I wanted. This was a pain I had to have. His fingers found their mark and my body stiffened and I cried out. Sir cupped his left hand over my mouth to silence me and while the beating of my heart pounded in my ears as the waves pounded the planks of the bulkhead, Sir continued to create the wetness he needed. I could tell from the tenseness of his body he was going to take me. All doubt was erased when, with two fingers firmly buried in me like gill hooks and he whispered, “TELL ME YOU WANT THIS - TELL ME YOU WANT MY POX. I HAVE TRIED TO BE KIND AND GENTLE WITH YOU. WHY OR WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME DO THIS? WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME DESIRE THIS?” I moaned in pleasure as Sir’s fingers dug at the nub in my arse, making it swell and oil up. I could feel his fingers getting slicker. “I WANT IT,” I said with all the effort I could muster. “TAKE ME MY LORD. I AM YOUR HUMBLE SERVANT SIR. AT YOUR GRACE AND MERCY MY MASTER GIVE ME YOUR SEED.” I yelped as Sir clamped his hand back over my mouth and forced his pox meat into my arse. The slickness let him slide in a bit, but then he caught up like a wayward ship running a-shoal. Before my body and mind could process the intense burning and pain he had inflicted, in one motion he pulled me closer, rolled his body onto mine, pressed my head firmly into the molded straw of the bunk’s padding and boarded me as he buried himself deep inside me. Lighting flashed bright and white behind my closed eyes as Sir pushed into me deeper and deeper. My body instinctively tensed and tried to push out the invader to no avail. All at once my resistance gave way and the deluge of his pox manhood began. Wave after wave of pox seed crashed and churned inside me. Sir pumped and pumped to expel it all and I took it. At the time it felt like he had spent an entire night’s watch filling me up, but I know that cannot be. “TAKE MY POX - THAT’S IT - OPEN THAT CUNNY UP - TAKE IT ALL - HARLOT CUNNY FOR ME!” Sir exclaimed as he filled me with his morning blessing. Far too soon his shrinking manhood slid from inside me. I quickly knelt and lapped up the sticky, pox remnants left on his mast and once I was done, I stood up, hefted my canvas britches up, looked at Sir, and knowingly asked, “SEE YOU TONIGHT?” (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)
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Hey all, I have wanted to put this out in the world for a while so I figured why not do it now? I have a fantasy of where I am at a local bath house in a room and some Dom comes up runs his hands over me. He feels around my virgin hole and grips my balls and cock and likes what he sees. He would wisper in my ear that he will make me his. Then he would tell me to follow him back to his room. He would have all kinds of toys. I would be forced in to a sling where I would be locked in to place and he looks me over. He would gag me and let me know that I have sealed my own fate by coming here today. Then he would shove a bottle of poppers under my nose and start to lick my ass hole. He would want to open my virgin ass with the toys he has. Once he has my ass use to the toys he would leave one in as he takes out the gag and starts to fuck my mouth till he cums. once he cums he would replace the gag right a way so I would be forced to sallow his cum. He would open the room door and let any one use my ass and mouth as they wanted do. when he is done letting people use me he would tell me to text him so I can be used again. This is just the start of what I want I want to be used and turned in to a dirty nasty pig no limits. I hope it happens some day
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As a total top pig I first started to get turned on whenever the bottom had to take a break to go to the bathroom and clean his hole. Needless to say I was by far most of the time turned on knowing he was not that clean or a slight scent of shit while fucking or when eating him up would turn me on too. Then I started to get curious about how the whole thing went inside the bathroom and the idea of me helping the guy to clean his ass or to watch while he did it made insanely horny. Of course not every bottom is into that even piggy ones. But I have convinced some of them to let me watch and they have been getting turned on too. I love to caress and slightly spank a bottom's butt while he is douching then getting a blowjob when they sit on the toilet and discharge. After they're done I usually offer to clean the hole's surrounding area and butt cheeks with warm water and neutral soap. The ones who had let me had gone mad horny and the following fuck is insane. I get especially hard while I'm finishing up the cleanse spanking their wet warm butt cheeks in the shower or sink. Does anyone get off by this or anything related? It's hard to find a bottom who's really down to do it!
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I hate it when I start reading in chem sex or bug chasing fiction forums and the writer puts first thing... "This is fiction" or "this is my first attempt at writing" or "this is a fantasy of mine but not a true story" or generally anything along these lines It turns me off straight away. I like reading stories and imagining that there may be some truth to them... and I'm sure there are quite a few that are most likely are I know they have to be listed under fiction for legal and other reasons So let's assume that they are all 'fiction' and lets not state it at the top of the page or anywhere else guys.
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Fulfill My Fantasy I have had some Group Party Sex with a small group of friends and think its HOT. I have a Fantasy to have a group of College Guys Party and get into some Hot Action outside my home area. Depending on the Location and Guys I am willing to Travel and even get Accomodations for a long weekend (3 days) The location should be in a place our actions will go either un-noticed or be acceptable. A motel Mini Suite/Deluxe Room, Private Home or even Bathhouse/Sex Club would work. An ideal mix of guys would include at least 1 True Blonde, 1 Redhead & 1 Tall Guy over 6'3" all others Under 30. The Group can be the same all weekend or can change during the weekend as long as a couple guys stay all weekend. Send Age Stats Pics and other info Email: HotFunGuyUnc@ymail.com SKYPE: HotFunGuyUnc99
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Fulfill My Group Party Sex Fantasy I have had some Group Party Sex with a small group of friends and think its HOT. I have a Fantasy to have a group of College Guys Party and get into some Hot Action outside my home area. Depending on the Location and Guys I am willing to Travel and even get Accomodations for a long weekend (3 days) The location should be in a place our actions will go either un-noticed or be acceptable. A motel Mini Suite/Deluxe Room, Private Home or even Bathhouse/Sex Club would work. An ideal mix of guys would include at least 1 True Blonde, 1 Redhead & 1 Tall Guy over 6'3" all others Under 30. The Group can be the same all weekend or can change during the weekend as long as a couple guys stay all weekend. Send Age Stats Pics and other info Email: HotFunGuyUnc@ymail.com SKYPE: HotFunGuyUnc99
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Fulfill My Group Party Fantasy I have had some Group Party Sex with a small group of friends and think its HOT. I have a Fantasy to have a group of College Guys Party and get into some Hot Action outside my home area. Depending on the Location and Guys I am willing to Travel and even get Accomodations for a long weekend (3 days) The location should be in a place our actions will go either un-noticed or be acceptable. A motel Mini Suite/Deluxe Room, Private Home or even Bathhouse/Sex Club would work. An ideal mix of guys would include at least 1 True Blonde, 1 Redhead & 1 Tall Guy over 6'3" all others Under 30. The Group can be the same all weekend or can change during the weekend as long as a couple guys stay all weekend. Send Age Stats Pics and other info Email: HotFunGuyUnc@ymail.com SKYPE: HotFunGuyUnc99
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Authors notes: this story is purely fiction, any similarities of anyone described or any actions that take place in this story is purely coincidental.... thought pretty hot.... This is my first attempt at submitting a story so please bare that in mind as you read this. If you have any constructive criticism im all ears. But ill ignore anything thats just hate. Anywhoo here we go...... Buppy lay on his bed and sighed as he browsed stories on Breeding Zone, his cock was rock hard even though he had already cum twice wile reading a particularly hot story. He loved to imagine himself being stealthed by a hot and dominant poz guy. He was both ashamed and aroused by his interested in such things, but he just couldn’t help himself. He was getting ready to turn his computer off and go to bed feeling pent up and horny with his asshole hungry for a nice big poz cock, when he noticed he had a message. He clicked on the notification, and his heart beat out of control when he read the message; Subject: Curiouser huh? Why not got all the way? I was looking around trying to find a hole to spill my seed into when I came across your profile. I read that your interested in being converted, but your afraid. Well if your ever interested in converting drop me a line. Buppy read the message several times and clicked on the senders profile. His user name was PozzingSLC. His profile picture showed a nice big vainy uncut cock, with a biohazard tattoo just above his neatly trimmed pubes. Reading over the profile buppy found that the guy lived close by, and was just the kind of dom he wanted ot bend over for. It didnt surprise Buppy to see was poz. Buppy read over the doms page several times and stroked his cock imagining that big cock fucking him raw. He felt guilt after he shot his small load into his palm and licked it up. The thought of being pozzed was almost overwhelming, but he was scared to death of the thought of going through with it. Once he was done jacking his cock for the third and final time he turned off his computer and tried to forget about bug chasing. He didnt return to Breeding Zone for several weeks, he told himself he was going to forget all about bug chasing. He went about his normal routine of waking up, getting ready, going ot work, coming home, and go to bed just to start the routine all over. It had been months since he had been fucked last so he was feeling really pent up by now. He NEEDED cock. After looking through his normal searches for porn and stories, he just couldnt get satisfied. His mind taken over by the need ot get off he instinctively went back to breeding zone, and started searching for a good story. As he was browsing he found a story posted by PozzingSLC, he clicked on it and read through it. The story had been about him finding a slut on craigslist, and how he had stealthed the slut. Buppy stroked his cock fast and hard at this story, edging himself over and over. He eventually went ot his closet and opened his his toy box. He pulled out a bottle of cumlube and his favorite butt plug, a toothbrush, and a nice sized dildo. He laid down a sheet he used when he had such fun, as to not stain the carpet in case anything came out that shouldn’t. He pulled up PozzingSLC's profile picture and imagined it as he bent over and started prepping his asshole. He smeared lube on his asshole and moaned as he started to finger himself. He scratched his insides a bit before he took out the toothbrush and pushed it inside of himself. He moved it in and out as he swirled it around scratching up his insides as if getting ready to take a big toxic load. When the scratching was almost ot much he pulled the brush out and tossed it to the side as he took the dildo and roughly started shoving it inside of himself imagining that it was a nice and juicy toxic cock. The entire time his own cock was leaking precum and twitching from all the excitement, but he ignored it as he fucked himself. After a wile of abusing his asshole with the dildo he pulled it out and squirted a large amount of the cumlube into his slightly gaping hole and shoving the butplug in to trap it in. In his mind he imagined that the lube was a toxic load and he was trapping it in to insure he was pozzed. As he sat down he felt the butplug shift in his sore and throbbing asshole. He was light headed with feelings of lust as he oppened his messages. Again he read the message from PozzingSLC. His judgment was clouded by his lusty stupper, he clicked reply and started typing. I need your toxic load inside of me, NOW!!! He clicked on send before he could regret his decision. He ground his ass against the floor making the buttplug stir up his insides. He tried ot ignore his cock and lose himself in the fantasy of being impregnated by a charged load. When he opened his eyes he saw that PozzingSLC had already replied. Buppy shook as he opened up the reply and saw it was a short message; Then get that hairy ass over here now. 123 Fake St Buppy groaned as he plugged the address into his phone, got dressed (but leaving the buttplug inside of him,) and started heading out to meet the man who would change his life......... Authors notes continued: I have plans on continuing this story, but I wanted ot post this teaser to see how people like it. Again please leave me any constructive criticism so I can improve this and any future stories I may write. Thank you for reading.
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Fulfill My Fantasy I have had some Group Party Sex with a small group of friends and think its HOT. I have a Fantasy to have a group of College Guys Party and get into some Hot Action outside my home area. Depending on the Location and Guys I am willing to Travel and even get Accomodations for a long weekend (3 days) The location should be in a place our actions will go either un-noticed or be acceptable. A motel Mini Suite/Deluxe Room, Private Home or even Bathhouse/Sex Club would work. An ideal mix of guys would include at least 1 True Blonde, 1 Redhead & 1 Tall Guy over 6'3" all others Under 30. The Group can be the same all weekend or can change during the weekend as long as a couple guys stay all weekend. *** Everyone should be OK with Drinking, Smoking, Party Favours ect. but Not expected to partake in them if they choose. Send Age Stats Pics and other info Email: HotFunGuyUnc@ymail.com SKYPE: HotFunGuyUnc99 -
Fulfill My Fantasy I have had some Group Party Sex with a small group of friends and think its HOT. I have a Fantasy to have a group of College Guys Party and get into some Hot Action outside my home area. Depending on the Location and Guys I am willing to Travel and even get Accomodations for a long weekend (3 days) The location should be in a place our actions will go either un-noticed or be acceptable. A motel Mini Suite/Deluxe Room, Private Home or even Bathhouse/Sex Club would work. An ideal mix of guys would include at least 1 True Blonde, 1 Redhead & 1 Tall Guy over 6'3" all others Under 30. The Group can be the same all weekend or can change during the weekend as long as a couple guys stay all weekend. *** Everyone should be OK with Drinking, Smoking, Party Favours ect. but Not expected to partake in them if they choose. Send Age Stats Pics and other info Email: HotFunGuyUnc@ymail.com SKYPE: HotFunGuyUnc99
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We get together and have several play sessions where you have teased my hole a lot. Getting inside me but yet never cumming. Then one night we have a nice dinner together and afterwards we take a slow sensual shower together. Slowly lathering each other up. I get down on my knees and lick your cock up and down and get it nice and hard. I work my tongue down to your balls and then under them. You turn around and spread open your cheeks. I proceed giving you a hot rim job. After awhile we get out and go to the bedroom. I proceed to lick you all over. I slowly lay you on your back. My firm hands massaging and touching in places that cause you to squirm. I lift up your legs and get your hole nice and wet. I get up on my knees and tease your hole with my cock. There is a hot energy in the air. I slowly enter, feeling the warmth of you hot hole. I proceed to fuck you in nice slow sensual strokes. I bend over and kiss you. I feel my orgasm building. I start getting faster and you feel my sweat dripping down. I do one final thrust and shoot deep inside. I lean over and give you a kiss. After awhile I pull out, spent. We snuggle for awhile and we curl up and snooze in a spooning position behind me. Later I feel you hard on my backside. Your hands start roaming all over me just hitting the right spots. I start to let out little groans. You nibble the back of my neck and ears. I start to wimper... you know you have me hot now. I flip over and give you a deep kiss. You get on top of me, spreading my arms and kissing me. There is an intensity in you I can feel. I feel your hands doing something but I am too busy enjoying your kissing and feeling your hard body on mine. All of a sudden, I feel that my wrists are bound. You slowly back off and keep just far enough away that I can't reach. You start to tease me with your eyes and your tongue. Your hands just giving enough touch but leave me wanting more. You see me struggle with my bonds. Aching for more. Trying to wrap my arm around you to pull you in even more... you slowly work your tongue down my chest. I feel you spreading my legs. I have such a helpless look on my face, but yet I want more. You lift my legs up and start to rim me. You see me really struggle against my bonds and moaning loudly. You lube up a finger with your spit and just play on the rim of my hole.. you see it pucker more. I am moaning sooo loudly... I start to say "please...please" you watch your finger slowly slide in. I let out a huge moan (Ahhhhhggggg!) You work in and out. You feel my tight hole clamp around your fingers. You reach over to grab some poppers for me... knowing how that really opens me up. You lean over and give me a deep kiss. Opening the poppers to me and letting me have several deep whiffs. You watch my eyes... open wide when they take effect - knowing my inhibition walls are coming down. You lube up a few fingers and slowly work it. One finger then two then three... Each time I am thrashing around, moaning, wanting more. You keep teasing my body. Working me up to a feverish pitch. I finally say..."please fuck me, please... give me your cock! I want you in me..." You've been waiting for your cue. You get up behind me putting my legs on your shoulders. Leaning in slowly entering my hole watching my eyes.... you see me widen up as your head slips in. My eyes roll back as I moan. You give me another few hits of poppers... you feel my tight ass release and you work it in. All of a sudden I feel your balls hitting my hole.. you are all the way in.. You lean down just to kiss, but keep far enough back to make me want it. You watch my arms flex and struggle against the bonds. Please kiss me .... I feel you slowly working your cock in and out of my hot tight ass knowing this will be yours. You work me over again and again.... getting me higher. I am no longer moaning but almost yelling. You know you have me now.... You ask me - you want it boy? You want me in you always? I am so zoned and heated up from all your teasing. I am like play-dough in your hands. I whisper "please sir please give me your seed." You pull all the way out and tease my hole again.... then Slam it in. Uggh - I scream. You start fucking me hard. You see me squirming all over, each time you are hitting my sweet spot. You grab my cock and jerk it. It has been leaking so much this whole time that it's slick with pre-cum. As you fucking me, I feel my load building. Please fuck me harder... I want you in me.... You let go of all your inhibitions... and start ramming me hard.... you lean over to kiss me... giving a deep hot kiss. That sends me over the edge and you feel my cum shooting between us and my ass spamsming around your cock.... You can barely hold out any longer.... You whisper "you want it don't you" I look deeply in your eyes..."Yes please". You give me a few more thrusts and I feel you go deep. My eyes totally widen and I start to feel you throbbing. You let out a scream and I feel you spasm inside... My hole opens wider to get more of you in. You lean over and kiss me deeply. I savagely kiss you back. Damn hot. We both collapse, spent. You slowly pop out and cum starts leaking out. You work down and lick some out. You come back and up and we share in a deep kiss. You release my arms from there bonds and we wrap around each other. We kiss and nibble and just feel the warmth between each other. My neg hole leaking your toxic cum... We cuddle for awhile then round two gets started...
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we chatted about what we wanted to do. He came over and we kissed. Then we got naked. Black chub: suck my cock boy. i sucked his cock. mmm yeah boy thats nice mmmm yeah he said. Then we went to my room and he tied me to the bed. Black chub: time to fuck you. he fucked me hard and fast. its felt very good to be fucked like that. Black chub: ooooo yeah boy feel that, im cumming in your ass. He untied me and we sleep nude together
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daddy tells me to get naked. i take off my clothes then we kiss and hug. he tells to get on all 4s. Daddy: mmm im going to fuck u good. i close my eyes and moan as daddy fucks me. oooo daddy yes yes yes oooo yes. then tells me to turn around to cum in my mouth. Daddy fucks my face and cums in my mouth. Daddy: mmmm yeah baby swallow my sweet cum swallow it all mmm good boy.
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This story was included in another posting by Nemesis elsewhere on this site. I've copied it here to afford it wider readership. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Prey by Kevin Ryan kev_ryan25@yahoo.co.uk I used to be normal, just an average young man living an ordinary, dull life. That is, until I went for late night stroll, and found a new world of lust, strength and the night. The full moon was on display on a warm summer night. Always a troubled sleeper, I decided to take a walk around the local area. I came across a woodland area that I knew from my childhood days, and, feeling adventurous and very horny, plucked up the courage to strip and wank off in a suitably subdued spot. As I walked around to find the right place, I heard a strange sound. My ears were surely playing tricks - it sounded like a howl, followed by grunting and growling. This was England, and we're not supposed to have anything like wolves, but it sounded so wild and eerie. Despite obviously being an animal, it had a human quality that raised goose bumps. I wrestled with the notion of running home, but something about the sound fascinated me. Curiosity having got the better of me, I ventured on tiptoe in the direction of the noises. I reached the end of the tree line and saw a clearing. The moon was incredibly bright and nearly full, so I had no trouble seeing. The air had electricity, vibrating with energy. I felt the hair go up at the back of my neck. But that was nothing compared to what I saw. A tall, naked man aged maybe 40-50, with a massive chest and protuding nipples was standing upright in full view. His pecs were so big his nipples pointed down. The rest of him was muscular and perfectly proportioned with his considerable height. He had short greying hair, and a moustache. Once I had taken all this in, I dared to look further down. His penis was massive. It jutted out angrily, straining upwards in search of relief towards the moon. Even from a distance, I could see it pulse, and the veins protruded out. His balls were huge and hung down between his muscular thighs. He was like a wild animal, displaying his superiority. I was incredibly turned on from this display, but also freaked out as to why he was out there. I felt my erection growing, and was desperate to relieve myself, but before I had the chance to do anything, he lifted his head up released a powerful howl. He sniffed the air, and glared towards me. His eyes were glowing yellow, and I saw his teeth reflect the moonlight. But they weren't ordinary teeth - They were fangs. I was by now terrified and considered making a run for it, when he crouched down on his powerful thighs and pounced at least 15 metres towards me. He surely wasn't human and I had no time to react. He landed in front of me, growled and licked his lips. Grabbing hold of me with his huge hands and supernatural strength, he clamped his jaw on my neck and sunk his fangs into me. Utterly helpless, I simply gave in and waited for death. Instead, weird images and sensations flooded my head: fucking, the smell of sex and sweat, of wolves howling. My dick got even harder, as he unleashed it from my jeans and jerked me off. I quickly shot a huge load over his thighs. I collapsed to my knees, as the man who had attacked me shoved his huge cock in my mouth. Fucking my throat with a ferocity I had never experienced, I could barely cope with its size. He soon erupted in my mouth, forcing me to swallow most of it; the rest spilled down the sides of my mouth. He shuddered with orgasmic joy, as I could see the sweat glisten on his massive chest. He howled once more, and strode off into the night. Confused, drained, and excited, I staggered home. Collapsing into bed fully clothed, I had forgotten that he had bit me on the neck. There was no pain, and I was too disorientated to really care. Waking up the next morning, I was still freaked out by what I saw and experienced, but as I did not appear to suffer any ill effects, I tried to put it behind me, though I did enjoy a satisfying wank remembering his stunning body. Would I go out and look for him again? It turns out I did not have much of a choice. Feeling restless and snappy all day, which only increased as evening drew closer. I found myself pacing my house, unable to shake a feeling of being drawn somewhere. I tried drinking myself to submission, but that just got me more annoyed and aggressive. Eventually I gave up and went to bed. I actually managed to sleep, but my dreams took me back to those disjointed images I had experienced last night. I saw the man from the woods, surrounded by a circle of naked, muscular men in wolf-masks, chanting something unrecognisable. The man was tied up, and crouching over a stone with a design at its centre. He seemed less muscular than when I saw him, and his cock was normal size. He was covered in some weird design, which I couldn't make out, but I got the impression that it was blood. He let out a scream which made me wake with a start, covered in sweat, panting, with my heart beating incredibly fast. My cock was rock-hard and I knew I had to do something. The clock said it was only 11.30. I fell out of bed, grabbed some clothes and made my way out. I didn't really know where I was going, but I found myself taking the same route as last night. I was still panting and sweating, and I must have looked seriously disturbed to anyone that saw me. I didn't care; something was making me go back to the woods. Once I arrived, I made my way to the clearing where that damn man had been. Sure enough he was there again, that magnificent display of muscle and cock, and those weird animal sounds coming from him. Only, he wasn't alone. The men from my dreams surrounded him. They were all hulks of muscle and displaying massive erections, but they looked very sinister. Something clicked in my head, and I found myself approaching the circle. A gap formed to let me through. Again, my cock was straining to be released, and my body felt like it was on fire. Two of the men came up to me and ripped my clothes off. My cock was nowhere near as big as theirs, but I didn't care, it felt so good to be naked, the moon shining on me. One of them took me in his mouth and sucked ferociously. My brain boiled with lust, as another went behind me and licked my arsehole. It would not be long before I shot cum everywhere, but before I could, two of them pinned my arms together, and lifted me onto the stone from my dream. All the while my cock was straining angrily, almost as if had a life of its own. They covered my torso and back with the design I recognised from my dream. Another one of the men passed me a wooden cup. Containing what smelt like blood and spunk. One side of my brain was telling me to get the hell out of here, but something more primal, and instinctual pushed me into drinking from the cup. My throat felt like it was on fire, as the chanting grew heavier and more fevered. I dropped on all fours, as I felt my body undergoing a transformation. My cock strained up to my belly, and seemed to grow in length and girth. It was rock hard, and angry. The head, which was glistening with pre-cum, was massive and purple. The shaft red, and bulging with veins. My balls doubled in size and filled with cum, waiting to explode. The rest of my body was also transforming: I felt my skin stretch as my muscles grew and bulged like my cock. I felt the fat sweat out of me, replaced with taut, firm muscles. My arse became the perfect bubble butt, and my tits developed a deep cleft. My stomach reformed with a sharp six-pack, as my thighs and calfs swelled. My biceps strained with power. I had never felt so alive, and raw. I was full of strength and aggression. I needed to fight, to wrestle, and rut with any of them - all of them. I knew what I was meant for. But the men were not finished with me. I glanced up at my initiator, who grinned a lustful and hungry smile. His yellow eyes shone in the darkness. I would be his. I looked down to his cock, it was bigger than mine, and I realised that I wanted him to fuck me. I had never been fucked before, and I knew that humongous cock would tear me apart, and I couldn't wait. He growled at me, as if he knew what I was thinking. Crouched down and tied up, my newfound muscles bulging with power, and my monstrous cock dripping precum, I was nearly over the edge. Any rational, human thought had ceased in my brain. The circle of men began masturbating their equally large cocks as they continued their chanting. I sensed that the ritual may be drawing to a close, as my mentor came up to me. We snapped and growled at each other, as I strained against my bonds with ever increasing fury. He played with my nipples, twisting and slapping them. One by one, the circle climaxed and began to cum, huge arcs splashing all over us. I was doused in it. Another cup was shoved in front of my face, and I eagerly drank it dry. I felt my cock grow another inch, and my muscles expand even more. I had reached my breaking point. In a howl of anger and lust, I ripped by bonds apart, and leapt for my man. We tore into each other, rolling around on the grass, punching, biting - the sound of hard flesh slapping, the smell of blood, cum and sweat overpowering me. I had to fuck him, to be fucked now, or I should surely explode. He wrestled me into submission, climbing on to my back. He spat on his giant cock, and began to finger me roughly, teasing my asshole. I writhed about in lust, but he managed to find my enlarged prostate. He pressed on it which sent unbelievable sensations through my body. My cock jumped and gulped, getting even bigger. In my near-animal state, I growled at him to fuck me. He needed no more invitation. He lubed my cock with some of the globules of spunk around us and rammed his cock up to my arsehole. There was little resistance, as I seemed to have greater control over my body. I willed my arsehole to expand, and we both howled in ecstasy. The world seemed to disappear from my consciousness. We were making unholy noises, but I did not care. my insides were being pushed apart by this monstrosity. I didn't care. It was the best feeling I had ever experienced in my life. It did not take long for both of us to reach what was going to be an almighty climax. I felt his cock enlarge, as he urgently pumped into me. Suddenly, he exploded and shot his cum deep into me, letting out a massive roar. This tipped me over the edge, as my cock, which looked about to burst, shot out cum again and again. It felt like several orgasms at one. We fell apart, as both of us began to convulse. I could feel the final stage of my new life begin. My skin rippled, as hair began to push out of the folicles. My mouth stretched outwards into a muzzle, as tooth became fang. My hands changed shape, to be more paw-like, with long, hard claws. My body became even more muscular, even muscles I did not know I had pushed out of me. My cock became hard again, with the sheer ecstasy of my new form. The change was over in a matter of minutes, and I was dimly aware of my new wolf-lover transforming. He truly was a magnificent animal. I could not wait to mount him this time. We leapt at each other as the change was completed, as I shoved my cock into his eager arse. Biting at his back, we holwed in unison. I had found my soul-mate, my alpha male. That was two years ago. My old life dissappeared from my consciousness. Although we only became wolf during the full moon, my body was forever changed after that night. I soon learnt that it was our job to recruit fresh meat into our wolf-pack - a task I was more than ready to take up.
