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It was Halloween night. I had decided to go out by myself that night instead of going to a house party with my friends. I had not only recently turned 21 and could get into the clubs, but I had also finally accepted the fact that I was gay. My friends didn't know yet, but I had gone out a few times to the clubs and hooked up with some hot guys. I knew tonight was the gay high holiday, and didn't want to miss out on the possibilities. I chose a simple, but effective costume for the evening, which was basically my track outfit. I was a decathelete, and knew my body would be displayed perfectly. I just wore my track shoes with ankle socks, a jockstrap, nylon running shorts that almost showed off the bottom of my bubble butt, and a nylon tank top. I even fashioned an Olympic style gold medal to top it off. I admired my lean but muscular body in the mirror as I made sure my curley blond hair was adequately tamed, then grabbed my money and id, and was out the door. I had been at the club for a couple of hours, dancing up a storm, grinding against other hot guys on the floor, generally working up a sweat. After a while I decided to take a break and headed to the room off the dance floor with booths and tables. At the back bar I got the Halloween special, a Bloody Mary, and slid my sweaty body into a dark booth in the corner to chill. I still had all night to find a hot fuck, so I wanted to relax a bit with my drink and a glass of water. I was probably there about 5 minutes when I felt a slightly cold breeze brush past me. I looked up and saw him for the first time. He was probably about 30, tall, with dark, almost black hair, made all the blacker next to his alabaster white skin. Skin so white, it was almost translucent. I swear I could see the veins prominently beneath, almost pulsing with a life of their own. He was dressed in black slacks, a dark purple velvet suit jacket, and a white shirt opened halfway down his chest, slightly showing off his firm pecs lightly covered in dark fur. He wasn't the usual young jock type that I go for, but I found myself instantly, unexplainably, mesmerized by him. It barely registered in my head when he asked if he could join me. I just nodded and muttered a barely audible "sure" as he glided next to me. As he seemed to float into the booth beside me, I felt chills as his eyes, eyes that were so blue, eyes that seemed to appear full of life, yet dead at the same time, looked straight into mine, only deeper, right into my soul. I couldn't look away, as if I was trapped, and I sipped my drink as he continued to stare deep into me. After what seemed like an eternity, he spoke again. "Hello Lucas," he said, extending his hand to me. "I am Demitri." It didn't even register in my mind that I had never told him my name as I took his hand in mine. His flesh was cool to the touch, but I just thought I was hot from dancing. His grasp was firm and I swear I felt a jolt of electricity pass through me. He held my hand tight for a moment before the spell finally broke and he pulled it away. It was then that I finally looked away and down, noticing his slender fingers with long, perfectly manicured nails that looked like glass, each of them filed to a perfect point. "How is your evening going on this special night?" "Uh, fine, fine." I laughed, coming back to my senses, thinking he must think of me as quite stupid. "Uh, your accent. It's different." "You caught me, I'm Russian. Can I buy you another drink? Yours is gone." "Uh, sure." I replied, not even realizing my glass was empty. Demitri simply rose up and seemed to glide over to the bar. I couldn't take my eyes off of him, and he was back beside me in no time. As he gave me my drink, I noticed he didn't have one. "You don't drink?" I asked. "No." He replied. "At least not alcohol." His voice was hypnotic. He just watched me as I sipped my drink. I babbled some small talk, telling him meaningless things. He just smiled at me, as if he knew everything about me already. Smiled with lips so red, almost like blood. After I finished my drink, he took the glass from my hand and placed it on the table. Without a word, he leaned into me and placed his lips against mine. Again, so cold, yet so electric. I found myself melting into him as his tongue entered my mouth, and his cold hand stroked my bare thigh. I shivered as he ran his nails on my inner thigh, up to my crotch, stopping just before touching my raging hardon. I involuntarily moaned as he removed his hand and pulled his lips away. I was breathing hard as I opened my eyes to see him inches from my face, his blue eyes staring deeply into my brown ones as he stroked my face. "You are so beautiful, my boy." He purred. "Tonight is a special night for you. I chose you. Tonight is your birthday." I just stared back at him silently. He started to kiss me again, slowly moving his cold, red lips across my cheeks to my neck as his fingers inched under my shorts. I could feel him brushing his sharp nails outside my butthole as he kissed my neck. I moaned and spread my legs apart, giving him more access to my hungry hole. This was the invitation he was waiting for as he slid his finger in my anus and I felt his sharp teeth puncture my neck. Instead of pain, I felt ecstasy as I gasped in pleasure, spreading my legs further apart and holding his head tight against me. He inserted two fingers into me, digging and clawing as he sucked on my neck. My throbbing boner ground into my jockstrap as I soaked it in precum, moaning like a bitch in heat. After a minute, Demitri pulled his mouth off my neck, licking it with his tongue as he pulled his fingers out of my hungry ass. As I floated back down, he sat upright, and I could see a trickle of blood run down the side of his mouth. He raised his fingers and I could see blood on them as well. With a look of pleasure, he licked his fingers clean, and wiped off his mouth. Standing up, he extended his hand to me and said, "Come with me." That's all he had to say. I stood up as if in a trance, and took his hand as he led me out of the club to a waiting limosine. "Say goodbye to your old life, Lucas, and hello to your new reality." He said as he guided me into the limo, and we were escorted away.
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John and Michael, William and James, Robert and David, Joseph and Christopher are couples who meet on the first Thursday of every month. What they all have in common is that they are all poz. The meetings started many years ago. In the beginning, the group was sort of a men's own poz support group, but over the years the group's activities have changed. Today, men gather to celebrate poz pride. Men are united not only by HIV, but also by the fact that they are all more tops than bottoms. They have rotating organizing responsibility in the group. This month it's John and Michael's organizing responsibility. John and Michael have been together for 13 years. Michael is the couple's vers. and John is 100% top. At first, John and Michael were in a monogamous relationship, but Michael's cheating was revealed when he infected John with Chlamydia. As a result of the event, the couple opened up their relationship to other sexual partners. It was clear from day one that the fucking would always take place without rubber, and before long Michael got HIV, which infected John six months later. The couple's responsibility for organizing is to get a bottom for the meeting. In the group, all the fucking is done raw and the hope is that the bottom would be negative and unmedicated. All couples are medicated normally, but usually the medicines are left on a break for the Thursday meetings. John and Michael found this month's bottom in their own backyard. 25-year-old Eric, who lives next door to them. John and Michael paid attention to Eric when they noticed him always coming to the balcony when John and Michael were sunbathing on their own balcony. John and Michael always wore tiny speedos that showed off their big bulges. One day John bumped into Eric in the yard and started talking to Eric. Soon, Eric came over to John and Michael's place to drink wine and talk some more. Eric was a perfect find! 100% bottom with very little sex experience. Eric had just broken up with his first boyfriend, with whom Eric had been in a relationship for three years. The relationship had not worked because both boys had been more of a bottom. Eric visited John and Michael to talk almost every night. Little by little, John and Michael always told more about the beauty of free and raw sex. They noticed how Eric became more horny time after time. John and Michael also deliberately teased Eric with bulges and showing Eric their biohazard tattoos. Eric was hooked. John and Michael were sure they could get Eric to reveal his unmedicated hole to men right away if they wanted to. Instead, they wanted to save Eric's unprotected hole for the Thursday club. The night before the club meeting, John and Michael told Eric about the club. The men said that the positive men's Thursday club meets once a month to fuck raw. They told everything else honestly, but not that Eric would be the only bottom of the night. - What do you think, do you want to come spend the evening with us? I'm sure our friends would like you very much. Remember that the Thursday group is only among men and no one uses any kind of protection. As it should be, persuaded John.
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Having to travel for work is not very fun. I had to drive down south for a 2 day seminar, and was on my return trip. I was in one of the Carolinas, not sure now which one. I pulled into a rest stop about 3am. It was summer, very warm & humid even in the dead of night. I saw there were dozens of big trucks parked, most running, guessing to keep the air conditioning running. I was a little horny, and had some skimpy girl clothes hidden in the trunk. Thigh high black stockings, a shiny, tight gold mini skirt, black top, pumps. I looked up the zip code and put an ad on Craigslist saying I was a slut, practiced safe sex, and going to cruise the parking lot in 30 minutes. Went to the bathroom, cleaned up, and mostly changed. I put sweats on over my outfit, in case I ran into anyone coming out of the men's room. Decided to head to a corner of the rest stop where it was not illuminated to shed the sweat clothes, When headed there, I noticed several trucks now had interior lights on. Maybe this work trip will have some fun in it after all. While walking past the trucks on way to the corner, I hear a deep voice say "Hey Slut". I freeze. No one can see my slut clothes yet. The voice then says "Don't just stand there bitch, get over here!" I did as I was told. I walked to the sound and found a very large black man leaning against a truck. He said he saw the shoes, but wanted to know why I was not dressed slutty yet. I told him I was dressed under the sweats. "Then take that shit off, white bread!" I might be in trouble. But I did as I was told. This guy easily outweighed me by 100 pounds. "Now, start walking like you were, I'll follow" he commanded. He fell in step behind me and started grabbing my ass. We get to the dark corner, and there are a couple guys at a picnic table. I once again freeze, but get smacked on the back of the head. "You think I am the only one fucking you tonight? Think again! Just bend yourself over that table bitch!". Definitely in trouble. The guys at the table are also big. They start laughing as I get to the table. They are already playing with their massive cocks. I don't bend over right away, realizing my condoms were back in the pockets of my sweats. I start to tell them all "Listen, I left my condoms back there, I need to go get them". I am then forcefully bent over the table and held down. "Condoms?" the first guy says, "you're gonna take our poz loads raw, bitch!" I could not break free, no matter how hard I tried. The first guy pulled down his pants, revealing a bio-hazard tattoo, and an 11" cock. He positions himself behind me and forces his cock in me. God does it hurt. I had lubed when I cleaned up, but not enough for this monster, it felt like he was ripping me apart. After what seemed like forever, he stops pumping and unloads his hot, dirty load in my ass. It burns. And I can't stop it. The other 2 guys take their turns, but after that monster had torn me up, the other cocks did not feel too big. They still hurt, and both dirty as well. My rapists left me spent at the table. I had to wait about 10 minutes until I could walk. As I was headed back to the car, I hear another man in a truck yell "Hey Slut". I ran to my car and took off. Drove for 2 hours before I pulled off the highway and changed back into regular clothes and continued my journey home.
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Helping the old neighbor with plumbing
Jaygusher posted a topic in Bug Chasing & Gift Giving FICTION
I was 21 and lived in an old rundown apartment complex, it had a lot of issues and the landlord wasn’t much help getting things fixed when anyone had an issue. It wasn’t the best place but it was cheap and the neighbors kept to themselves. Well, mostly. There was one neighbor a couple of units across the hall from mine, Mr. Lewis, who was chatty with me every time we passed eachother by. He was an older man in his mid-60s or so. Not in the best of shape, short, balding, round faced and pudgy belly. Always wore a tank top, sweat pants and old worn sandals. The type of guy you would typically see around a place like this. But he was nice enough, always offering to invite me in for some coffee or have a chat. I never took him up on the offer though, he had a bit of that old troll vibe and I had a feeling he had ulterior motives with his invitations. It’s not like I had anything against him, I just get nervous around guys who blatantly flirt with me, I tend to freeze up and ignore their advances. I was always shy like that. Mr. Lewis was no shrinking violet, he was always bold being flirty with me in the hall, casually rubbing his crotch and eyeing me up and down when we chatted. I of course wouldn’t pay much mind to it and keept our conversations brief and continued about our own business. I never considered letting his flirtatious behavior get any further than what it was, for one he wasn’t my type, and secondly one of his previous conversations he casually talked about the difficulties of him hooking up with guys on account of him being poz. I don’t mean to be a prude, but I try to play safe on the rare occasions that I do mess around with anyone at all. It’s been a while for me since I’ve been busy with my college studies. One warm day when I was getting back home from the gym I was particularly tired and sweaty head to toe. I had an intense cardio session and my legs were sore. It didn’t help that I was wearing my bad gym shorts with the broken string, I occasionally had to pull them up from sliding down. It was laundry day as well so I didn’t have any underwear available so I was just free balling it. When I was hobbling back down the hall to my apartment Mr. Lewis came out as I passed his door almost as if he heard me coming. ”Tommy my lad. Have a nice hard workout?” He chuckled while adjusting his underwear. He was wearing sandals a tank top and briefs, not the most appropriate attire for a conversation in the hallways so he stood in his doorway. “Yeah it was a cardio day for me, 10 miles on the treadmill, squats, the usual.” I replied casually, giving a friendly smile trying not to pay attention to the fact that Mr. Lewis was developing a semi hard erection. “It’s good that you take care of your young beautiful body, wish I had more of that commitment.“ He chuckled as he lifted his tank and patted his stomach. “Say, if you have a minute do you think you would like to come in for a bit?“ He smiled while patting his crotch bulge. “Oh, um, I’d like to but I need to shower and I have some stuff I need to take care of.” Even if I wasn’t uncomfortable with his flirtatious behavior it really wasn’t the best time for hanging out. I was a mess from the gym. “Oh well this won’t take too long, I actually need your help with something. My sink pipes seem to be acting weird, can’t seem to get good pressure out of it and there might be a leak underneath, the landlord couldn’t be bothered to do anything about it and figured a young capable man like you might take a look?“ I didn’t really feel like it but he lived alone in that apartment and I felt bad for always blowing off his invitations even though he is fairly brazen with the way he carries himself. Out of the typical social fear of coming off as rude I agreed to step inside for just a little bit. “Sure, I think I can give it a shot” “Wonderful!” He perked up and stepped aside inviting me in. His apartment didn’t have much, simple couch, table and chairs. Some dirty laundry left here or there and a faint smell in the air that might have been body odor perhaps? Maybe something a little tangier? Mr. Lewis guided the two of us towards his living room and we sat on the couch together while he made small talk. “You don’t have to check the sink just yet, sit with me boy, how have you been? Handling them hunky men at the gym all right? You have been walking fairly funny in the hall, ha ha ha.” There he goes again with that blatant attitude of his. “Oh, no it was just tiring for me. I’ve been fine, studying and just trying to keep my school work life balanced, I don’t have time for messing around.“ “Well now, that’s no good. Why at your age I was filling and getting filled by plenty of men at the gym saunas. Back in those days public hook ups were a lot more common, not like all the apps these days.“ he chuckled and patted my thigh as he emphasized his words. Leaving his hand on me long enough to make it awkward but not too for me to feel the need to pull away. “Oh that sounds like a wild time, I don’t think I could do stuff like that. I’m not that bold.“ I readjusted my sitting position and pulled out a dirty sock that I was sitting on. Mr. Lewis grabbed it and tossed it aside. “Pardon the mess, I tend to delay on laundry so these things wind up everywhere. That’s why you usually see me wearing these.” Mr. Lewis put his leg up and rested his foot in my lap showing off his sandals. He reached over and slipped it off showing it to me. The heel of his foot sliding down my leg getting dangerously close to my crotch. “These things are convenient when I need em. And they don’t smell as bad as the socks when you wear them for multiple days in a row, see for yourself“ He pointed the sandal in my face expecting me to take a test smell. I wasn’t willing to smell his dirty sandal and was a bit flabbergasted that he even suggested it but I didn’t want to show it on my face and be rude so i avoided inhaling and replied with any sort of casual dismissive statement that would satisfy him and pull it away. “Uh, yeah, it’s fine. I get it.” He didn’t put the sandal back on instead he put it on the floor and slipped his other sandal off and put both his feet in my lap, this time his right foot resting directly on top of my dick. Mr. Lewis continuing the conversation nonchalantly. “So sunny, how is your sex life? Do you have a boyfriend yet?” I was surprised with how casually he asked that, even more surprising he managed to slip his foot underneath my gym shirt and was rubbing my belly button with his toes. I could clearly see that he had a full-blown erection at this point and there was even a wet spot in the center where it look like he was pre-cuming. He reached in his underwear and started fondling his cock. Just as casually as one would if they were scratching their balls. “No I don’t have the time for that, I just focus on work and school.“ I said nervously, not sure how to respond to his foot action. At this point Mr. Lewis slipped a foot through the leg of my shorts and was rubbing my sweaty thigh, I was getting uneasy with his advances. I knew he was trying to instigate something and I was trying to look for an opportunity to change the subject. “Well you have time to come see me about my plumbing issue.” He said almost mockingly, his foot sliding up further and just as I could feel his toes starting to make contact with my shaft I took that as my opportunity to change the situation. “Oh yes the plumbing!” I got up off the couch and out of Mr. Lewis‘s grasp, trying not to give the situation much acknowledgment. “Yes I should go check out the sink of yours.“ I walked over to his kitchen area and I started fiddling with the handles staring at the sink pressure trying to clear my mind of that awkwardness and do what I came here to do so I could leave. The sink pressure was a little sporadic, but that seemed to be normal, or at least as normal as the same pressure I have had. The building was old and falling apart so I’m not surprised that his plumbing was similar to mine. So I went underneath the sink to check for any leaks. Mr. Lewis came to the kitchen and handed me some tools as I was on my knees bent over looking at the pipes. It was a tight fit so it wasn’t an easy space to work with. I wiggled myself out and asked for a flashlight and a crescent wrench to see if I can loosen or tighten some of the valves and see if that would work. As I looked over to Mr. Lewis, his underwear was off and he had a massive hard veiny and uncut cock pointed at me. “Whoa! Sir your underwear, uh what is-“ “No worries, it’s been hot and the AC doesn’t work so I figured I would slip out of those old things and get more comfortable. You don’t mind. I don’t have anything you haven’t seen before.” It was hot, at least I thought it was hot or maybe that was just the gym talking. Either way I tried not looking at it directly even though it looked to be about 8 or 9 inches long with a fat wide mushroom head. I Took the flashlight and wrench and went back under to focus on the task at hand. I was trying to be slow and gentle since the plumbing looked old and delicate. suddenly I felt something resting on my lower back as I felt Mr. Lewis straddling me. “What are-“ “Don’t mind me I’m just checking to see how the water pressure is doing while you’re down there, I know it’s a tight fit, but you are doing great down there.“ his cock was resting on my ass as he was playing with the sink his legs on either side of me. I said nothing, I didn’t know how to tell them off, and I wasn’t sure if he was really doing anything bad on purpose, he is fairly short after all so if he is checking the sink then naturally he would be standing fairly close. I kept adjusting the pipes below and being on my knees bent over under the sink was feeling awkward so I had to move around a bit, wiggling my hips and repositioning my knees. Unfortunately I was still covered in sweat from the gym and these were my bad shorts and they were starting to slip down, revealing my ass crack. As they slipped down a couple of inches Mr. Lewis’s shaft was now resting on my exposed bare ass. I couldn’t conveniently reach behind and pull them up again so I had to ask him to do it for me. “Um, can you pull my shorts back up for me? My string is broken.“ Mr. Lewis just grabbed my shorts and slipped them all the way down to my knees “You don’t need those, they are just going to distract you. Wow looks like you didn’t feel the need for underwear today either.“ As Mr. Lewis repositioned himself at the sink playing with the faucet again his hips reposition themselves and the tip of his cock was now pointing directly between my sweat covered cheeks, The wide head easily slipping between them due to my sweat and his very slimy cock and making contact with my whole. “Hey! Uh Sir? You’re penis is poking me..” At this point I realized his blatant flirting was starting to get out of hand. “Just a little poke is all. It’s bound to happen in such a small kitchen. Don’t worry about the pre either, your ass sweat is mixing in so I’m sure you can’t tell.” I didn’t like this. My hole was getting lubed up. Mr. Lewis’s fiddling with the sink was causing his hips to wiggle and massage my ass more. I had little room to move around and every time I moved my ass he prodded more forward. “Um it feels like you’re moving around too much. Are you sure you can’t readjust yourself?” “Oh no need to fuss about that, it’s just a little body contact in order to check the problem here, besides it hasn’t even slipped inside you. You’re a strong tight young man. My dirty old poz cock could easily thrust against you several times and your hole will stay closed, watch.” With that Mr. Lewis pulled his cock away from me, grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them apart, aimed his cock directly at my hole and slammed his hips forward into me, his bulbous cock head popping in past my sphincter with a squelching sound and the rest of his shaft burying deep into me with a loud slap as his hips smacked my ass, balls deep. “AAAGH! SHIT!“ I yelled, the pain of his sudden intrusion sending a shockwave throughout my body. Dropping the flashlight and wrench. The tight fit underneath the sink holding me in place unable to pull my ass away. “Oh, well how about that? It went in with one thrust. I guess I had too much lube on my cock when I was edging earlier. Oh well nothing to be done about it now. While I keep checking the sink how about you focus on the leak down there?” Mr. Lewis kept on playing with the sink above me as his cock was firmly lodged in my guts. His low sagging balls pressed against my taint. My insides were on fire as they were being stretched out by what it felt like a steel pipe. “Mr, Lewis! Please pull it out! You’re so big!“ I instinctively tried to move in the only direction that I could in order to remove myself from him but unfortunately the only way I could move was back toward him, causing my ass to thrust back into him causing his cock to slide in me even deeper. The shock making me wiggle my hips back-and-forth. “Now now, you don’t want to do that. Remember I was edging earlier meaning my balls are on a hair trigger. Move more and you’ll cause me to burst days worth of cum up into your ass raw.” He tried to say casually, noticeably hiding a tenseness to his voice as if he really was on the verge of cuming inside of me. “You can’t! It’s dangerous! You’re poz.“ “Then I suggest you hold still, oof, oh! Your ass is so tight and wet. I could go at any second. I- AAH! Ah!… ahh, that was close. I almost shot” I did my best to hold perfectly still with Mr. Lewis‘s cock balls deep inside me. I was focusing on trying to adjust the pipes and fix his leak, all the while I could feel every curve of his cock, the shape of his head flaring inside me, the bulging of the veins on his shaft. I could feel it all through my ass and every subtle twitch and throb was indicating that it really wanted to open the floodgates and unleash a torrent of dirty cum inside of me. I don’t know how I managed it but I managed to get the piping in working order, Mr. Lewis still nonchalantly playing with the sink above, his legs trembling with his large throbbing penis firmly drilled inside of me. “I think it’s done! You can pull out now!“ Mr. Lewis tested the water flow on his sink, which should have been the same since the piping below it just had a small leak and the water pressure was never really out of the ordinary. “What do you know? Everything seems to be in order. You manage well under pressure.” Mr. Lewis playfully gave a light slap on my ass as some sort of congratulations, but he didn’t pull out just yet. Instead he put both hands on my hips and slowly slid his cock out halfway stopped then slid it back in. He started picking up a pace, he was actually fucking me! “What are you doing? I thought you were going to pull out?“ “I will sunny boy. But first I need to thank you for fixing my plumbing. How about a big load of granddaddy’s cum inside your ass? I promise it will be huge.“ His thrusting continued, his assault on my ass pounding me with slap after a slap of his balls knocking into me. The thrusting admittedly started to feel good, stimulating my prostate. “Oh god! Are, are you undetectable?“ I asked, as some sort of bargaining with my own inhibitions. “Nope sorry. Oof, Oh! You’re gonna get a - oh fuck- hi viral load of poz cum.” His pace quickened. I was so overwhelmed by the sensations of a hard fucking that I couldn’t think. I tried to say something. “Don’t-“ “Ooh here it comes! Package is out for delivery!” He squeezed my cheeks and drilled fast and relentless. My head dizzy and cock drunk. “Oh fuck! OH FUCK! AAAGH!” Mr. Lewis slammed five hard times followed by a dozen lesser slams, each a pulsing jet of cum deep inside. I could feel it flowing in me. I could feel the satisfaction in his long exhale of relief. He stopped and slowly fucked in me for another minute, keeping his ball juice plowed up in my intestines then held still. My heart was racing. My ass aching. So many thoughts going through my head. Here I was just trying to be a good neighbor- wait what the fuck is that? Was he cuming again? Mr. Lewis let out a long sigh as he unloaded a massive load, filling me up even more. Too much more. “Mr. Lewis, what is” “Ahhh, just emptying my bladder boy. Your ass makes a fantastic toilet.” Fuck, he’s pissing in me!? The flow kept coming and my guts became bloated and hot. This old man was really more depraved then I could imagine. Soon he finished up and slowly pulled out. Pushing my cheeks together to keep all his fluids in me. I slowly crawled out and got up. My legs on fire, weak and wobbly. I pulled my shorts up that still sagged a bit. “Ah thanks for getting all my pluming sorted out Tommy. Now all that down there won’t leak out. We wouldn’t want that would we?” I didn’t know what to say. I just slowly walked to the door and picked up my gym bag. But before I could leave Mr. Lewis stopped me again. “Just a moment.” He walked over to the couch and came back. “Open your mouth.” Instead of waiting for me to comply he grabbed my jaw and opened it for me then with one of his dirty socks in hand, shoved it in my mouth. Then sent me on my way with a slap on my ass. “Don’t be a stranger, next time I may need a foot massage.” He winked at me and shut the door. I walked to my place and spit out his sock and threw it. I tried cleaning out and showering but I still felt dirty. I was still in shock of what happened. This dirty old man who had been cruising me for so long somehow managed to lure me into his place, fuck me, cum in me and piss in me. I sat on my couch and rubbed my head, trying to make sense of everything. I looked to the side and Mr. Lewis’s sock was on the arm rest. 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My husband and I have had an open relationship for several years now but when we play with others we do it together. (He loves watching me get fucked.). Recently he opened an account on a popular bb site using the word cuckold in our screen name. I'm a bit uncomfortable with that as I always thought the word has a negative connotation ( not to mention unlikely to attract playmates.). English is not my husband's first language. But, I wonder: Am I being too sensitive? Thanks for your thoughts.
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Hi I’m in town and need to be bred need cock cum can only travel I’m here to be used and abused. I’m looking for real fun during the day or evenings. DM for more
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I met Matt on Craigslist, back when they still had the personals section. He advertised as a vers bottom, and when I saw pics of his body and cock I knew I had to meet up with him. He had a massive 8.5" cock. I told him I usually topped at that point, so he was looking forward to hook up as well. He told me he was poz, but undetectable, but I could fuck him bareback if I wanted. I told him I prefer to use a condom (in those days) and he was cool with that and he had some available. He was also in a open relationship, but was playing separately. We agreed to meet up one Saturday afternoon. I got to his place and he was every bit as cute as his picture. About 6 foot 1 and a nice defined body with rather thick legs. We exchanged pleasantries and quickly got down to business, stripping off our clothes and getting on his bed. He was a great kisser, but I wanted a chance to suck on his massive cock, so we got into a 69 position and went down on each other. His cock was amazing. Even though I was mostly topping at the time, I definitely thought about bottoming for him. Eventually he wanted me to fuck him, so he gave me a condom and lubed his ass up as well as my cock. It was a great fuck with him on his back. I came in the condom, and he he shot a load all over his stomach, chest, and even his face. We had exchanged numbers and agreed to hookup again a few weeks later. Same thing as last time, making out, 69ing, Me fucking him on his back with a condom. This time though, about 5 minutes into fucking him I felt the condom snap as I thrust into him. I pulled out and looked down, seeing the condom gathered at the base of my 6 inch cock. I told him the condom broke and asked if he had another one. He said no, but I could keep fucking him if I wanted. I wasn't sure, but horniness overtook me and I plunged back into his ass bareback, eventually shooting my load deep in his ass, with him again shooting his massive load all over his chest and face. We didn't talk for a couple years until I was going through old text messages and I saw some from him. "Hey, what's up stranger?" I sent him. "Oh hey" he replied a few minutes later. "Crazy I was just thinking about texting you the other day." “Oh really?” I said. “Yeah, kinda disappointed I never got to fuck you,” he replied. “lol, no way, I was totally disappointed I never got to ride that cock of yours,” I told him. “Wanna?” He asked. I told him hell yeah, and would definitely be up for fucking him again as well. We got caught up, he told me he was single and had moved from a house to a condo on the east side. We arranged for me to come to his place in a couple days. The day of I showered and made sure I was cleaned out. I got there and we hugged and went to sit on his couch. He had a really cool townhouse style condo. He got me a glass of wine and we talked a while. At one point we both put our glasses down and leaned in and started making out. He was an incredible kisser and we did that for about 5 minutes. He broke off the kiss and said he’ll be right back and went upstairs to his bathroom. I figured he was cleaning out and getting ready for me to fuck him. We hadn’t talked about condoms at all, so I wasn’t sure if we were going to use them or not. I was kind of excited at the thought of barebacking with a poz undetectable guy again, after all u = u. I got up after a minute and went over to his dining room table, which was bar height, and had a couple art books on it. I leaned on the table and started looking through one of the books. I heard him come down the stairs and then he came up behind me and slid his arm around me. I saw him put a bottle of lube on the table beside me. He started kissing the back of my neck and nibbling on my ears. I instantly got hard. I leaned back and turned my head so we could kiss a bit more. As we were doing that he started undoing my belt and jeans, pushing them and my underwear down to the floor. I stepped out of them and kicked them aside. He broke off our kiss and kinda pushed me up against the table. I heard him take off all his clothes and then he lifted my shirt off me, leaving me totally naked except for my socks. He kissed down my back until he got to my ass crack. He licked down my crack, spreading my cheeks apart until he found my hole with his tongue. My cock was rock hard, knowing I was going to get fucked. I had told him before coming over I might not be up for getting fucked, as at that time it really depended on my mood as I was mostly topping. He was cool with that, but with his tongue buried in my ass, I was more than ready. Up to this point, we still hadn’t talked about condoms, and my heart was pounding at the thought of him sliding his bare cock into me. I felt him stand up behind me and he leaned into me, his cock standing straight up in between my ass crack and his stomach. He started slowly sliding up and down along my crack, which I felt get a little slimy with his precum. He grabbed the bottle of lube and stepped away from me a bit. I felt a couple lubed fingers play with my ass, getting it ready for his 8.5 inch cut cock. A few seconds later I felt his lubed up bare cock head press up against my hole. My cock was so hard, and I was sure if I jerked it even a little I would explode immediately. He pressed forward and I relaxed, letting my ass expand as his unsheathed tool slowly made its way into me. He asked if I was okay and I nodded. He continued sliding all the way until I felt his pubes up against my ass. There was a little pain, but not much. My ass just felt really full. He slowly started pulling out as I leaned my head back on his shoulder. He pulled out to just the head and slid back into his pubes, slowly settling into a rhythm of long dicking me. He started with both hands on my chest, but after a minute sawing his dick in and out of me, he he put an arm around my chest and another on my cock and slowly started jerking me with his still lubed hand. I was in heaven. His cock stroked my prostate and his hand kept working my dick. There was a clock in my eye line and I watched the minutes tick by as I was barebacked by this poz undetectable stud. I could see a faint reflection of him fucking me in one of his paintings, glimpsing his 8.5 inch cock as he pulled nearly out of me each time. After a full 10 minutes of fucking me tip to base with his bare cock, I felt him start to shorten his thrusts and speed up a bit. “I’m getting close, do you want me to pull out?” he asked. I shook my head no. “Breed me.” He thrusting picked up pace even more, both hands going back to my hips to help jam his naked cock into me. I started jerking myself off and after only about 15-20 seconds, I felt the most amazing orgasm come over me, and I shot a huge load under his table and all over his hardwood floor. “I’m cumming,” he moaned as he switched to quick, short thrusts in and out of my ass, finally bottoming out as his raw cock finally stopped pumping its load in me. He put his head on my shoulder for a few moments. “Look between your legs,” he told me as he started pulling out his cock. I felt the tip of his bare monster cock leave my hole and a few moments later a stream of his white cum leaked out of my ass forming a puddle on the floor. “Holy fuck,” I said. “I actually didn’t think you were going to fuck me bareback.” “That’s okay, right?” He asked, concern in his voice. “That’s the best!” I exclaimed. He went to get a towel and wiped off his dick and my ass and cleaned the cum off the floor. We cuddled naked on the couch and finished our wine.
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The thumping music was doing nothing to settle my mood. I nodded across the table at my colleagues giving all the non verbals to show I was still engaged in the non-existent conversation. Why had I agreed to come out? A works do for someone moving departments seemed so unnecessary. They weren't leaving; for fuck's sake we'd all see each other tomorrow albeit in passing. I had initially resisted the invitation being as I was nearly 20 years older than a few of the team but they had cajoled that I was, after all, their supervisor and I relented. It didn't help that I would often joke that being 40 wasn't at all passed it. That was always going to come back at me. So here I was. Feeling the effects of the few drinks I had quickly downed believing it would make me more sociable. Instead my head was thrumming from the music being blasted through the pub. OK it wasn't all bad. I did actually like my team and I would miss working alongside Sean, but he definitely deserved the promotion. It was a shame that such a hottie was leaving my section; not that I would ever mix work and play. Still I had plenty of eyecandy to let my eyes wander over as the drinks continued flowing. A packed bar on a Friday night is always good to get the imagination going, even if there's no intention of following through on anything. The positions around the table changed as more drinks flowed. Conversations, such as they were, merged into one another. TV, sport, politics (yawn), work (inevitable), gardening (where did that come from?), bitching about work. Laughing at those returning from the bar as they tried to pick up the threads they thought were still ongoing. Maybe I was actually enjoying myself. I end up sitting next to Sean and just chatting. Because of the volume we would frequently lean in to make ourselves heard and I, more than once, was very glad the lighting was also low so no-one would notice the flush to my face each time he would lean in to say something in my ear. Or maybe they would think it was the drink? Fuck I could feel my cock rise in my jeans just from being this close. No way was I standing up until this goes down. Why did he have to be so god-damn hot? All things move on and the music lowered and the glasses emptied and finally from the bar the call of, "Time!" We all say our goodbyes, some wander off in search of late-night food, some climb into taxis. I start to walk away. "James!" I look back and see Sean waving as he jogs to catch up. "Walking?" I try not to state the obvious and smile slightly drunkenly. "Yeah, just going to walk off some of the booze. Get some air." "Good idea," Sean grins as he matches step with me, "I was heading this way anyway." Heading away from the bar through the city centre we chat a meaningless ramble that is completely fuelled by our drinking, but it's easy and pleasant and all too soon we reach the divide to our paths. "It's been good." Sean starts and I reach out to shake his hand. He clasps my hand but then, to my surprise, pulls me into a hug. As he grips me I feel my body start to respond with the blood I desperately need for thought flowing straight to my dick. I break the hug hoping that nothing has been noticed but Sean is grinning massively as he steps away, and waves as he starts heading off. Embarrassed but undeniably horny I continue my own journey along the opposite road. "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!" I think to myself as I walk. He clearly felt my hardon and it must have been obvious as to the cause. And then? He just walks off, why hug me? Dammit I need to sober up more and deal with anything tomorrow. No. Or. Fuck it, I'm still drunk enough to be stupid and horny enough to need to be. I begin to alter my route and head through one of the city center parks that just happens to be, more or less, on my way home. I know these paths very well having walked them numerous times before and always with the same purpose in mind. Before too long I am heading along a darkened pathway with bushes all along one side that separate the city from the green expanse of the park that stretches away into the night. Following this path leads to a small rise given over to a small wooded area. Benches line the walkway to give daytime lunch-goers a brief natural respite from the many surrounding office buildings. At night however this area has an altogether different reputation. As I get closer small clusters of trees dot the approach to the woods and I can already see shadows of people among the trees. One or two sat on benches watching with interest. A few moans drift through the night and, if you were to listen intently, you can make out the soft slapping sound of flesh hitting flesh. These sounds alone would have me desperate to make noises of my own, but half-cut and half-hard as I was when entered the park I feel my horniness ramp up to 11. I absentmindedly rub my cock through my jeans as I reach the treeline and step into to natural darkroom the local council so thoughtfully provided. After a few moments to allow me to get my bearings I carefully pick my way through the darkened grove toward what I know to be the popular hollows. I pass one couple already engaged and watch for a few moments as one kneels and hungrily devours the cock of the man in front of him, smiling to myself I move on recognising that they are quite content in each other's company. Not too much further on I see a guy leaning back against a tree, cock in hand, stroking slowly but firmly. I guess him to be mid-twenties, slim and wearing a tracksuit the bottoms of which are pushed to mid thigh. Definitely a good start. I approach and as he looks at me he shakes his cock a little as an invitation I cannot refuse. Now right in front of him I reach out and take hold of his cock at which point his hands fall to his sides happy to let me take over for him. I start by slowly feeling him all over. A good, solid seven inches. Nice foreskin to slide back and forth teasing that cockhead making a dewdrop of precum bead on his piss-slit. I lick my lips and drop to my knees. At this my new acquaintance rests his hand on my shoulders as I lean in and begin to lick and kiss his shaft. Working my lips up to the tip where I lap at the precum and slide the head between my lips as I slide him deep into my mouth. I run my tongue around him as I push myself all the way down onto his dick wanting him to recognise the need in me. He grunts appreciatively and rocks his hips while his hands grip my shoulders a little more firmly. Working together, me bobbing my head whilst he begins a slow fucking motion, it isn't long before that dick is nice and slick with my spit and I am moaning in cocksucker joy. After a few minutes of lovingly sucking this sweet dick I slide my mouth off and, while sliding my hand up and down him to keep him on the boil, gasp up at him. "You want to fuck?" There really is no need for small talk in a place like this. He looks down and shakes his head. "Nah man, I don't fuck. You want me to cum in your mouth that's fine but I'm not after anything else." I can't pretend I'm not a little disappointed but I simply say, "Shame." Then I slide him back into my mouth and go to work bringing him off with every trick I know. I squeeze and release the base of his shaft as I suck and lap around his cockhead. Flicking my tongue over his pisshole then deep-throating him again. I reach around and massage his tight arse cheeks and run my hands over his, admittedly very nice, body. All of this has him moaning and I can feel the slow rocking motion he started with pick up pace. Now as I suck and wank his soaking dick he is fucking my face. His fingers clenching and unclenching as he starts to lose control. "Unh Fuck!" He groans as he throws his head back. His cock pulses and I slide my lips down to the very tip wanting to catch this load all across my tongue. I time it well and receive a hot mouthful on the first spurt, then two smaller bursts of sperm splash into me. I slide him back deep into my mouth coating his cock with his load and then sucking hard I lick that cum back from him and make a show of swallowing it all down as I look up at him. "Damn!" He is panting and pulling up his trakkie bottoms. "That was fucking awesome!" He smiles and steps away. I stay on my knees as he disappears into the darkness. I can feel my own cock throbbing in my jeans. Fuck I definitely need more. Savouring the flavour of the load still coating the inside of my mouth I stand and begin the search for another cock. I still have a decent buzz from the earlier drinks and that is definitely tamping down any inhibitions I might otherwise have. I decide to take my direction from the guy who's spunk I can still detect a lingering taste of. I find a corner and lower my jeans; I very often go commando and tonight is no exception. I pause at my knees and then think, "Fuck it!" I push them all the way down. I grip my cock and start a long slow stroke as I do I put my other hand out in front of me and grab onto a low branch of the tree I am next to. This makes me lean forward and push my backside out as an open invitation to, well, anyone that catches me in this position. For a minute I am caught up in the pleasure I'm bringing myself and I stop concentrating on my surroundings, long enough for me to not notice as someone steps up. The first thing I know for sure is the strange hand exploring my arse. I gasp at the surprise and let go of my now very hard dick reaching to place both hands on the tree leaving myself completely vulnerable. Somehow I manage not to look around telling myself this is exactly what I wanted to happen. "Nice." The whisper behind me gives nothing away other than its a man. I have no picture in my head of his age. All I know is that I offered myself up and he has stepped up to the table. I feel slightly roughened hands run over both my cheeks. They knead and rub and spread me wide. Then I feel hot breath on my hole and I moan in absolute pleasure. Also I say a silent thank you to my sober self for showering very thoroughly earlier clearly knowing what drunk me is like. The first press of his tongue on my hole is like electricity. I cannot help but groan aloud and press myself backwards onto the searching tongue. Firm hands grip my arse and spread me wide and a voice from behind tells me to, "Push down. Open that hole for me." Like an instinct I just follow the command and I push. Heat and pressure have me grunting in the darkness. This man who I still have no idea about is alternating between shoving his tongue up me and then sucking hard at my hole. I can feel myself opening wider by degrees and the pure joy at the feelings is intense. Before too much time has passed I am panting as though riding the edge of an orgasm I just cannot achieve. My cock is leaking and my body is quivering, but despite the intensity of the feeling I am never allowed to crest. Clearly the man behind me is a maestro and I am more than happy to be his instrument of choice. I cannot even verbalise how good I am feeling. I am simply holding on to the tree and letting my body become his. He tongues me, and laps at me, and sucks hard at my opening. Then I feel fingers slide into me, probing and spreading me more. A slow and constant fuck motion that is pressing my buttons even more than the rim job I had just been subjected to. "Not bad boy. Three fingers all the way in first go." I manage to find my voice and stammer between my gasps, "Unh...it..its ahhh....definitely not, ohmygod!...Not my...fuuuuck...First time." "Good boy. Breaking in newbies always takes too much time. Guess there's no need to hold back then." I shudder at the implication there but I still hold position. I hear him rise and then feel a blunt pressure against my slick and open arsehole. He takes hold of my waist, shoves forward and I grit my teeth and hiss expecting at least the burn of first penetration. Instead my breath becomes a very drawn out and laboured moan as my hole, so expertly opened, becomes his cunt to use. A brief thought crosses my mind about protection, but drunk me is in charge now and he is basically doing a little dance with his fingers in his ears going, "lalalalala I can't hear you...just enjoy it slut!" My eyes roll back and I push hard onto the strange cock that has just been given free reign to do whatever it wants to me. He starts a slow and steady pumping rhythm. Holding my waist tight, fingers digging into my sides to let me know he has control. I am open but he is thick and I feel every thrust. Because of the angle his cock is pressing harder against my front inner walls and he is grinding it with every shove as he fucks me. And this is a fuck. This is all about cock and hole. Shoving inside and taking pleasure. He is making breathy noises as he slaps his hips to mine, driving that thick fuck tool in and out of me and I, in turn, am panting as I hold on and try to take it like a true slut. Apart from a few moaned fuck yeahs and take its the sex is all soundtracked by the sound of his flesh hitting mine and my wet hole accepting his cock in a quickening pace. After the amazing rimming I had received this sudden fucking again has me closing in on a climax I so desperately need but can't quite reach. I meet his thrusts and we speed up together. Moving just enough to keep his cock in me but fast enough that we are slamming against each other. I can just imagine how far away we can be heard in the night air and that thought makes my cock lurch and my arsehole clench around his invading dick. Squeezing my hole down on him like that makes him dig his fingers into my sides very hard. He is definitely leaving his mark on me. He grunts and almost collapses over my back and I feel him shaking and moaning, his hot breath raking my ear as his orgasm consumes him. I feel his body tense and relax, his cock following suit inside me and I know his cum is flowing into me. I relax my grip on the tree, and swallow a few deep breaths. Fuck that felt so good. It takes a good few seconds to compose ourselves. He slides his wilting cock from my now dripping cunt and softly pats my arsecheek. "Damn good fuck boy." I start to stand but his hand presses more firmly. "You stay where you are. Don't you move 'till I'm gone." I don't know why but I just nod and mumble, "yessir." "I knew you'd be a good boy." A single affectionate pat on my naked skin is all I feel to let me know he is leaving. I hear his footfalls get quieter and yet I remain. Half naked and cum soaking into me, waiting for whatever the night will bring. After only a few moments I decide to relieve some of my horniness and I slide to my knees on the cool earth. With my legs wide apart I take hold of my dick and start to wank. Enjoying the night air I throw caution to the wind and undo my shirt allowing it to slip from my shoulders and onto the floor behind me. Now, to all intents and purposes, naked I start to masturbate freely. As my hand massages my swollen cock I slide my other hand between my legs and begin to finger my cum slicked hole, occasionally reaching up to suck the recently deposited sperm into my eager mouth. I feel like such a slut, knowing that it's a massive risk but not caring at all. I want to be found, naked and panting as I wank and finger fuck my soaking fuckhole. "You dirty cunt!" Although startled by the voice I am too far gone and cannot stop pumping my fingers up my arse while wanking hard. As the owner of the voice steps in front of me it's too much and my cum shoots from the tip of my cock, over my fingers and onto the ground. Looking up at the guy whose appearance just caused my balls to unload and I see a young guy. Cute face and decent build wearing jeans and a t-shirt and very clearly rubbing his growing bulge as he looks down on me. Still in a lust driven trance I raise my hand and lick up the cum that spilled across my hand never breaking eye-contact. I don't know what's happening to me. Maybe it's the location, maybe it's the earlier drinks, or maybe I'm letting out my inner slut in a way I never have. Usually once I cum I get self conscious and need to withdraw by myself. Now, I remain kneeling and sucking my fingers to relish the spermy flavour. My cock remains half hard as it becomes obvious that I need so much more than just a single release. The guy in front of me tugs at his jeans and pulls out his own hard cock and pulls the foreskin back showing off the flared tip. I lick my lips and lean in to take this delicious looking tool in my oh so hungry mouth but he pulls back and chuckles. "Uh-uh! Not so fast faggot. You have to earn this cock." I stared dumbly up at him, I must look completely fucking desperate. Kneeling before him stripped with my cock still dripping from my recent ejaculation. My mouth wordlessly opening and closing as I try to process this. "What do I do?" It's the only thing I can ask, and right now I'm prepared to do anything for this rigid dick pointing at my face. "Yeah, you really want this cock don't you faggot?" "P..please.." Fuck! I am desperate. "You'll do anything to get it right?" I just nod up at him "That's what I thought." As he says this I can see him tense. He grunts a little then his cock jumps and the hot spray hits me square in the face soaking me. He directs his cock hosing me down with his powerful stream of piss. Showering me from my head down my chest and back up. "Open wide faggot." I follow his instruction without thinking and my mouth is flooded with the hot cascade. "Drink it down you dirty cunt." I let my mouth fill and swallow closing my lips to do so. This causes the jet to splash all over my face. The taste isn't strong, kind of sweet and salty at the same time. Not like I imagined and I gulp what I can down before his tanks empty. Partly I want to show this guy how willing I am, but also because I have just discovered a new thing I like. He quickly shakes his cock and the last drops of piss splash across my cheek and he just laughs. "Fair play faggot. That was hot. Now. Turn around and push that pussy my way." I do as he tells me and, on my hands and knees, I push my arse out for his use. There is no build up, no ceremony to this coupling. He quickly kneels behind me, lines his cock up and shoves all the way in. "Fuuuuck yessss!" I moan into the night air. Balls deep and hitting all the right spots, he grinds inside then slides all the way out. I feel the cool air brush my hole for a second before he slams right back inside making my whole body lurch forward. I tense my arms and push back knowing he is intending to give me a workout. I am not wrong. He slam fucks me hard and fast. Long dicking my cunt for all he is worth. I push back hard, tensing myself to take the pounding of a lifetime. There is simply no way I can keep quiet and I am soon shouting out in pleasure as his cock forces my body to convulse. I am literally shaking all over as he relentlessly fucks me. I have completely forgotten how public we are and I am begging him for his cum while he takes total possession of me. I have no idea how long this lasted. It could have been five minutes or thirty. My mind was gone. Just gone. My face is in the dirt as I try to push my arse up for him. With a gutteral shout he shoves deep. Once. Twice. Then holds himself all the way in me as his body shudders in climax. "Fucking hell." I couldn't agree more but I am in no state to respond. I sigh a little as he withdraws and my efforts to push myself up only result in me rolling onto my back under the trees. I watch him as he makes himself decent and starts to walk away. He pauses and looks back. "Nice one faggot." And he's gone. After a few panting minutes I attempt to recover myself. At least the air has mostly dried me now, although I still unmistakably smell of piss and spunk. As I rise to my knees and begin to pull on my shirt a voice comes out of the dark. "That was quite a fucking show. I wish I'd headed this way earlier." Fuck. I know that voice. It's Sean.
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Amsterdam, Hamburg and Copenhagen cumdump hotels
Cumdumpintraining posted a topic in Europe & Russia
Hi all - going to Europe next week and looking for cumdump friendly hotels in Amsterdam, Hamburg and Copenhagen. Hoping to get flooded everyday sheiks day. Also feel free to message me if you want to drop a load in me -
Ben was so high - and so stretched from getting fucked - that i didn't even bother with FF foreplay. i just grabbed a ball of crisco from the nearby can, pumped some j-lube in my palm and smeared the slimy mixture all over my hands. Ben still had his eyes closed - enjoying the warm buzz of his latest smoke. i folded my right hand into a small tube - my thumb surrounded by four fingertips. His hole was pulsing in and out - slowly - like it was begging to be filled. As soon as my fingertips hit the purple muscle, it opened like a flower - or some alien pod... Ben's legs spread slightly, signaling his slutty desire. In one steady push, my whole hand slid into his burning fuckhole!!! (and i have really big hands!) Something between a growl and a purr emanated from Ben's throat, as he opened his eyes and grinned. "Fuck! You Texas boys don't stop, do you?" he managed. "Not unless the building's on fire." I chuckled. "Then we just move to the parking lot," I added. "Open the door," Ben said. "I want the whole place to see this!" i tried turning the doorknob, but my hand was covered with so much lube and crisco that i couldn't get a grip. "Here," Ben said, tearing off a sheet from the roll of paper towels he'd brought. One hand in his ass, and the other on the doorknob - i finally got it open! A rush of cool air from the hallway blew in the room, making us realize how much heat we'd generated - two sweaty, chemmed-up, sexpigs goin' at it! With Ben impaled on my fist, i slowly turned him around so that guys walking by would get a good view of his hole being stretched. i now had my back toward the door, so i was dependent on the mirror to see any activity in the hall. "MMMMmmmmmmm," Ben sighed. "Pull out for a sec. I wanna see if i'm still clean." i slowly exited his bowel, my hand ringed by a dark purple ruffle of muscle - finally opening into the bright red rosebud of his prolapse. "Fuuuccckkkk!" a voice behind me gasped. I looked up to see the reflection in the mirror. It was Trent - a young guy I'd played with a while back. Trent has an incredibly thick, uncut cock, and loves to fuck. When i first met him (at the baths), he was a young twenty-something - in decent shape. Now - a couple of years later - Trent had packed on another 20 lbs. of muscle, and was definitely - - - a MAN!!!! "Am I clean?" I heard Ben ask, caught up in his own world. "Crystal clean, i'd say," i replied, holding my hand up to the light from the hallway. It was covered in a mix of clear and white goo - J-Lube and crisco - but absolutely no shit or blood. "You had your whole hand inside him?" Trent said from behind. My chem-addled brain was having trouble with these two conversations at the same time... "Uh - - - yeah," i managed to get out. "Come on in, man," i spoke to the image in the mirror. "Trent - Ben - - - Ben - Trent," i said. "There - now everybody knows everybody," i said, rolling my eyes. "That was sooo fucking hot, dude!" Trent said, dropping his towel and tossing it on the plastic chair. He was wearing a thick leather cockring and leather ballstretcher, and had a biohazard tattoo midway between his navel and cock. (Things had changed from the sweet, curious corn-fed beefboy i'd met years back.) His foreskin hung down from his semi hard meat - not because he was soft - but because it'd obviously been played with - roughly, and a lot!!! "Mind if I watch?" Trent asked, lazily stroking his meat. "No," Ben and i answered in unison. "Just gettin' opened up for some big dick!" Ben added, unashamedly staring at Trent's meat. i slid the fingers of my left hand into Ben's ass, palm up, and formed a type of funnel. then, with my right hand, i grabbed the J-Lube bottle and squeezed several big globs of the gooey lube onto my palm and let it run down into his gape. Trent was half kneeling-half sitting on the edge of the bed, thoroughly mesmerized by what was going on. i handed the J-Lube bottle to him, and then slid my right hand deep into Ben's hole. "MMMMMMmmmmmmmm!!!" Ben growled, his eyes rolling back into his head. "That's fucking hot as shit!" Trent responded, squirting some lube into his palm, and slicking up his growing tool.
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Hot time at pig week. Loved being part of the circle of btms at 321 in the back room. Last nights party was also hot. Fucked upstairs even in the middle of the crowed “aisle.” Best was getting fucked at the stage in a line up of btms. We all seemed to have puddles of cum between our feet.
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* Cum Slut on the Lose Again * ...more at 9:00 So, David went out of town for a few weeks; for some some'n or some'n? But he gave me the number of a "fill in" if I needed anything.... David told me he had told him of who I was. "ok, what did you tell him mister!" I said sharply as I looked sideways at him... David's reply, "only the good stuff! I kinda giggle thinking; this could be fun! That Saturday afternoon my mind just miraculously somehow wanders over to; Dope, Cock, and Cum! I check my funds, enough for a G. I don't know why but I'm kinda nervous calling Levi. Oh; that's the "fill in" guys name, Levi. "Hello!" "Levi?" I ask He says yeah and we talk briefly. He said 8:30 will work for him and gives me his addie. 20 minute drive, cool no worries! As I drive over I 'm thinking now what a minute that address isn't a residential part of town? I text Levi, he says its the right address and don't sweat it ok...? I think to myself, as I throw caution to the wind! Sure enough this is more the industrial part of town. But Saturday evening; here is pretty calm. I do hear big trucks, and every now and then see one go by... His place was cool as fuck! Like one of those places, on one of those shows; you know the ones that have bad ass cool places!!! We get business handled, and then he breaks out the biggest holy fuken shit gnarally ass glass Dick I've EVER seen, and hands it to me.... And the thing must have an 8-ball of dope in it!!! He says, "knock yourself out; whatever you need to get "there" take it!" "then all I'll need..." Doh!!! Inner monologue not to be spoken aloud Tawnie! Levi looks at me, and I blush.... "Did I say that outloud?" He said, "I've shared, now you share!" Well.... I was thinking.... thinking that; "then all I'll need is Fucked Repeatedly!" Levi says, "now?" "Hell Yeah!!!" getting in a hurry, then ]taking my panties down slowly. Levi had a Viagra Cock, naturally ; I asked... "I told him, "That's what all those guys a paying for when they get it; a cock like yours!" Quickly getting to my knees to get to know my new friend better; I got to Cock Loving! He tried to get me to slow down. I just told him to cum in my mouth now please, you can fuck my hole later; please please.... I said, " in fact; while I'm here I'm just a Fuck hole. You or any of your guests; or any number of guests, don't have to ask. " "Until I leave, whenever that is; just take it! Just a hole for y'all to fuck as you will!" Swallowed 2 loads, and Cum -Pied twice As I'm wiping cum from my cheek and licking my hand, Levi asks; if I would please go for drinks at the Truck Stop just right behind his building? Aw, the trucks I saw earlier ; "sure" I say! * to be continued 1 Quote Quote this
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PART I In the summer of my senior year in high school, I had just turned 18, I suddenly started looking less like a boy and more like a man. I gained 20 pounds of muscle, jumping two full weight classes on the wrestling team. My chest became muscular and defined almost overnight. My boyish stomach developed into six distinct muscles that flexed and tightened on demand. In addition, my ass wasn’t flat anymore - it was a genuine bubble butt, a jockboy muscle ass. Even my dick seemed to get fatter and longer. Girls started noticing me. And something else started happening, also: when I walked around town, the occasional man would shoot hungry glances at me, devouring me with his eyes. The truth is, I wanted to be devoured, and every night, when I quietly jacked my dick under the covers, I’d think about my wrestling coach, Mr. Pitt. He was in his late 30s, with jet-black hair and dark, playful, wolfish eyes. He always had a thick layer of scruff on his square jaw, and his torso was just fucking perfect: I’d never seen him with his shirt off, but he definitely had a hairy chest, and his hard pecs were always visible under his tight-fitting polo shirt. From the moment I met the guy, I jacked off almost every night wondering what his cock looked like, imagining what it would be like to touch that chest, that hair, those nips. The assistant wrestling coach, Mr. Strickland, was every bit as hot. A former college wrestler now in his mid-20s, he was a dirty-blond, green-eyed Midwestern jock dude with a massive bulge in his crotch. One time I happened to see him playing basketball shirtless, and I just stopped and stared: his schlong bounced up and down in his loose gym shorts, and his muscled chest was covered with a sexy layer of dark-blond fur. Coach Pitt and Coach Strickland—the brown-haired dude and the blond guy. They were like the Hardy Boys, all grown up, strutting around the halls of our high school with their dress pants stretched tight around their cocks. At the beginning of my senior year, Coach Pitt started paying a lot more attention to me. He made me team captain. He and I would often demonstrate wrestling moves together, and sometimes his hand would linger on my ass after he’d pinned me to the mat. And like all team captains at our school, I was responsible for helping him clean up the equipment after practice - which meant that I got to the locker room 30 minutes late every night, after all my teammates were gone. Then I’d shower by myself, get dressed, and head home. But something funny happened about a week before Christmas: after my shower, I was toweling off in front of my locker, bending over the bench to grab my briefs. And I swear I felt someone staring at me. I turned back toward Coach Pitt’s office, but he was concentrating on some paperwork at his desk. I began slipping my briefs up my calves and thighs, snapping the elastic around my butt, and again I sensed someone was watching - but when I looked up, Coach Pitt wasn’t looking at all. I figured my mind was just playing tricks on me. The next night was even weirder. After I got dressed, I walked past Coach Pitt’s office. His office was composed of two rooms: the front room facing the lockers, and a back room suited for physical therapy and private meetings. The door to the backroom was just barely open, and through the crack I could see Coach watching something on a computer. His back was turned to me, but as I looked closer, I could see that it was porn. And not just any porn - it was gay porn. From what I could tell, Coach Pitt had both of his hands on his cock, jacking like crazy to a scene where some dude was pounding a tight muscle hole. But then he suddenly froze in place, as if he could sense me watching. He tilted his head to the side, listening. And before he could turn around, I ducked out of the locker room and into the night. The next day was the last day of school before Christmas break. As I showered up, Coach Pitt poked his head into the shower room. “Hey, buddy,” he said. I looked over at him. He was only wearing a towel loosely draped around his hips. I stared at his perfect hairy chest, his taut abs, the dense thicket of hair just above his cock bulge. His body was even hotter than I’d imagined in all my jack-off fantasies. A few moments passed before I realized that I was staring. Startled, I looked toward the wall. “Didn’t mean to scare you, Lance,” Coach said, cracking a devilish grin. “Do you mind if I shower in here? The shower in my office is on the fritz.” I shrugged, trying not to reveal my excitement. “Cool,” I managed to croak. He swaggered to the opposite wall and turned on a showerhead. Meanwhile, my cock, no longer a boy’s little dick, but a man’s cock, fat and veiny, began to throb and grow. Then I heard his voice “You’re looking really great these days, Lance.” I turned around to look at him, and saw something I hadn’t even dared to see in my dreams. Coach Pitt stood under a full stream of water, his eyes closed, his face turned upward into the shower, shampoo streaming down his torso, down his abs. As my eyes descended down his body along with the water and the suds, I saw that everything was cascading around his giant cock. He was completely hard. His beautiful dick extended a full nine inches from his abs - a man’s cock, that made me feel like a boy all over again. Panicked, I turned back to stare at the wall. My dick was also now totally hard. I wasn’t sure what to do. Then Coach Pitt spoke. “Hey, Lance? Everything okay?” After a moment’s hesitation, I rotated my torso to face him, trying to hide my giant boner. He was still standing underneath the water, but now his legs were shoulder-width apart, his hands tweaking his nips, his hard cock visibly twitching. And there was a big ol’ grin on his handsome, scruffy face. I stared openly. I didn’t want to say anything. If this was a dream, I didn’t want to wake myself up. “You have the cutest fuckin’ butt, dude,” he said, reaching down to yank on his dick. “I’ve jacked my cock so many times thinking about your little jock ass.” He paused, then smiled. “You like my dick, huh? I knew you were a little cockhound the moment I saw you at your first practice back in freshman year.” I kept staring. He let out a low chuckle, then gripped his cock with his hand, the muscles in his forearm tensing as he began jerking off in front of me. “You wanna touch my dick, Lance?” he asked. “It’s cool, buddy. Just say it. You wanna touch Coach’s cock, huh?” I nodded. “What was that, boy?” “Yes, Coach, I want to touch your dick.” His smile got even bigger. “Good boy,” he said. “You smoke weed?” “Yes, Coach.” “C’mon, then,” he said. “Let’s go to my office. Hang out. Have a little fun. Cool?” “Yeah, OK,” I said, my body shaking with excitement. I followed him through the front office and into the back office. He closed and locked the door, then turned to face me. He brushed his hand against my chest, then reached around to the small of my back, drawing me closer to him. I could feel the heat of his breath. “Actually,” he said, “wanna try something even more fun than pot?” “Sure, yeah,” I answered. At that point I would have done anything - absolutely anything - to keep this dream from ending. He walked over to a desk drawer, opened it, and removed a glass pipe. “You’ll like this, buddy,” he said. All I could do was nod. I couldn’t believe I was standing in Coach Pitt’s office, the two of us in nothing but towels. “Here: put it to your mouth. I’ll light it. Wait. Just wait for it. You’ll see a little wisp of smoke coming out of this hole here, and then you start inhaling. Now. Start. Good boy. There you go. Keep inhaling. Good.” I blew out a cloud of white smoke. “Do it again,” he said. I obeyed. And a third time. And a fourth. Then he took the pipe and lit it for himself, blowing the smoke into my mouth, then kissed me, his beard rough against my lips. He growled, asking “How ya doing, buddy?” I wasn’t sure how to answer that. My head was buzzing. My cock was unbelievably hard. And something in my butt - well, it almost ached. Like the beginning of a hunger pang I’d never felt before. Coach Pitt dropped his towel, then removed mine. He stepped closer, rubbed his nips against mine, his cock against my stomach. Then he kissed me as his hands wandered down to my jock butt, each hand on an asscheek, spreading my hole. I arched my back just a little bit, and my ass spread wider. He grinned. “That smoke made your hole hungry, huh?” I nodded, and he laughed again. “I’ve got a confession, boy,” he said. “My office shower’s actually working. I just wanted an excuse to get naked with the hottest little stud on my wrestling team.” He leaned in to kiss me again, and this time I kissed him back, hungrily. He growled as his fingers hovered over my hole. “You ever take a man’s cock in this sweet little cunt?” I shook my head. He pulled me closer, grinding his abs against mine. “You gonna give up your smooth, pink, tight virgin ass to Coach? Let Coach dick you deep, slap his balls against your ass, pound you like the sweet hungry fagboy you are?” “Yes, Coach.” “Yes Coach what?” “Please fuck me, Coach. I want your dick inside me so fucking bad.” “Thatta boy," he said, then paused. He lowered his voice. "You gonna make Coach wear a rubber?” I didn't answer right away. Everyone's supposed to use rubbers, right? But then Coach slipped his hand back around my butt and spread my fuck hole with two fingers. “Your Coach fucks the way men are supposed to fuck. Raw. Natural. I want to feel the skin of my fat cock head splitting your little jock butt wide open. I want to feel the heat and hunger of your virgin hole against my bare dick. And you’ll let me do that, won’t you? Because you’re Coach’s good boy. Right, Lance?” “Yes, Coach. Fuck me the way you want.” “That’s what I like to hear. A true bottom boy surrenders his hole to raw dick. That right?” “Yes, Coach. Fuck me raw.” “And I won’t pull out until I’ve pounded my boy’s hole full of seed.” I don’t know why, but with those words I almost shot my load without even touching myself. Coach saw my eyes get big, and he grinned. “See? You know, and somehow you’ve always known, that a man’s cum is what you need in this sweet little butt. I want to train my boy to spread his boy hole for cock. Beg for seed like a good bottom. The best bottom.” “The best bottom,” I murmured, nodding. “Let’s get you cleaned out, boy. I’ll show you how to get your ass ready for Coach.” With that he took me back to his private shower and pointed to a little red plastic bulb. “This has some liquid in it already,” he said to me. “It’s a homemade recipe to help my boy get ready for dick.” He reached down, spread my pink hole a little bit, and inserted the tip of the douche. Then he gave a hard squeeze. “Clench your butt, Lance. Keep it up in there.” At first I didn’t feel anything, but then my head began to tingle, and my dick twitched, and I felt a warmth and a deep, dark hunger radiating out from my guts. My butt seemed to pulse with a need to be touched, licked, fingered, fucked, filled. Coach Pitt smiled. “You feel that?” I nodded. “That, boy, is what it’s like to douche with your Coach’s slam piss. You don’t know what slam piss is, but you will. Enjoy the ride. Just enjoy it. But keep your hole nice and tight. Nice and tight for Coach. Good boy.” He turned me around, cautioning me “Keep that hole tight,” as he rubbed his cock up against my crack, adding “You’ve got some fur on this hole, boy.” I nodded. Just a few months earlier I’d started to get hair around my ass, and just a little bit on my chest. “Listen,” he said. “I love a furry hole on a man. But a boy like you? A boy getting his cherry popped? That boy needs a smooth fuckin’ pussy. You OK with me shaving your boy hole, Lance?” “Yes, please.” “Yes, please what?” “Yes please, Coach.” While his chem piss continued to radiate waves of pleasure all over my body, Coach smeared shaving cream on my ass. Then I felt the brush of a razor against my hole, and as he shaved me, I swear I could feel every hair surrendering to his blade. “There you go, buddy,” he said, slapping my ass. “Now go release that special brew that Coach squirted up your hole, then come back and I’ll fill you with the rest.” After a second dose of slam piss flooded my guts, Coach handed me the little bulb and told me to finish up. “And then you know what happens?” he asked. I smiled eagerly, responding “You fuck me, Coach?” “Not quite yet. First we’re driving back to my place, and we’re gonna hang out with Coach Strickland. He’s dying to see your boy hole. Would you like that?” “Fuck YEAH.” “Such a good boy. You want both of your coaches to pound you full of their seed, huh?” “Fuck YES. Please, Coach.” He paused. Then he drew me closer to him, kissed me, and brushed his beautiful dick across my abs. I could feel the pulse of his cock, so full of blood. I looked down at his massive, swinging balls, so full of cum. Then I heard his voice again. “I want to hear you say, ‘Please knock me up, Coach.’” “Please knock me up, Coach.” “Good. Now: ‘Wreck my boy hole, Coach. Please.’” “Wreck my boy hole, Coach. Please.” “Good boy. And finally: ‘Make me yours forever.’” “Make me yours forever.” “Very good, boy. Now go clean up. We’re gonna make this the fuck of your life.” MORE SOON...
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"Can You Load Me?"
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Near Home—February, 2023 My ‘perfect scene’ of filth kept me sated for a bit. I was back at it on the next Tuesday afternoon, late in the month… I am standing behind a very cute young man. He is college age, white, and wearing expensive looking clothes—not dressed for this place at all. He is buying a ticket for both the theatres and the arcade here at the bookstore closest to my home. He pockets his debit card and turns to look at me. He looks me in the face. No reaction. His eyes travel to my crotch. And now, he smiles and goes into the gay theatre. I buy my ticket and, through force of habit, go into the straight one first. No one is there. At all. Why didn’t I just follow the college kid? I go into the gay cinema. I can barely open the door as three young men are crowded in the back corner, all with their cocks out. There is the young man I’d just seen and two young Black men. One of the Black guys I recognize from here. He always looks like he’s come here from the law office. He has a cock my size and the white kid is currently fondling it. The other young man is slightly scruffier looking with a scraggly beard. His cock is smaller, but still impressive. As I sit down, in full view of them, the white college kid reaches for the other cock—he now has one in each hand. I open my pants and pull out my dick. The guys in the corner nod at me and let the cute guy feel them up. Only then do I look around the rest of the room. The young man, now with long hair, who used to take me to a booth to play, is here, too. I have pushed his limits enough now that he has no issues with sucking dick in public. He is seated where he can see the three in the back corner, too. I get up, my cock swinging, and bring it to Limit’s hot mouth. He begins to suck me. The three guys behind the door pause to watch. The guy with the biggest dick, touches the youngest on the shoulder, clearing suggesting he should be on his knees to service the two dicks, but the kid stays on his feet. Limits shows off his skills. He licks my shaft. He deep throats me. He goes for my balls. Occasionally he makes a guttural sound of pleasure. Once, I pull out and slap my cock on his cheek—and then on his outstretched tongue. He groans and takes me down again. The guy with the scraggly beard steps away from the other two and comes to us. He wants more than a hand. I watch the bigger dicked guy whisper in the college boy’s ear and they disappear out the door. I idly wonder which hole of the younger man will get the load. Scraggly Beard is jerking, watching us. I gesture for him to come join us. He moves in and I push Limits’ head over to the new cock. He takes the slightly small cock deep into his throat. I grin at Scraggly Beard, who responds by grabbing Limits by the ears and fucking his throat. Limits finally has to pull off him to get some air. His hands come up and he guides both dicks into his mouth at the same time. We are oozing, head-to-head, onto his tongue. That tongue becomes incredibly busy, mopping up our pre-cum. The two of us in his mouth can’t stop smirking at each other as we let him pleasure us. And suddenly he stops. Limits get up and leaves the room. Scraggly Beard goes after him. I am left alone with the movie. I sit down again and watch. In moments, Scraggly Beard comes back in. He walks right up to me. “He says you fuck. Will you fuck me?” “With pleasure…” Scraggly Beard moves away, kicks off his running shoes and steps out of his track pants, tossing them on the nearest seat. He has a beautiful butt—two incredibly full cheeks of ass flesh. He comes back to me. “You’re big—so let me sit on you.” He turns, his ass right in front of me. I look at the hair in his ass crack, jet black against his dark skin. I hear him uncap his lube bottle. I lean in and begin to lick his ass. He gasps. “Fuck, you rim, too…?” he groans. “Eat my ass out, man.” I do. I can’t get enough of him. I can’t believe I have this guy’s ass in my face. I never thought he’d want to get fucked. His hole is flowering open with the work of my tongue. He grinds back into me. I begin to tongue fuck him. He groans again. Finally, he stands up straight. He fingers his very wet hole with his lube. He moves back to sit on me. I know I will enter him much more easily if he is bent over. I stand up and suggest he bend, holding onto the chair where his pants are. He does. I kneel and give his hole one more lick—but the lube is pretty foul tasting, so I stand up—and line up. “Go easy,” he mumbles. I push slightly. His ass eats me up. I just glide in. SB grunts at the fullness he’s feeling. Then: “Fuck me, stud!” I begin to pump into him. His hand wraps around his cock. He jerks in time to the fucking. “Like that?” “Love it, man. You can fuck me anytime…” I answer by giving his full butt cheek a resounding slap. His hole spasms around my cock. He grunts and strokes himself faster. “Can you load me?” “Maybe.” I am so fucking turned on. “I want to feel you shoot…” He doesn’t finish the thought, for he is shooting all over the floor. His ass spasms with each ejaculation. I give him two more strokes and, surprisingly, give him just what he wants… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: "Can You Load Me?" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) March 24, 2023 -
ANYONE NEED TO UNLOAD? 71, LU6 3SF DOORS OPEN 😈
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I know I am addicted to be being fucked and bred. But I can sit at work during the day and I organise hook ups but two nights a week in particular I go to the dark room and naked sex parties and by lunchtime I am hanging for cock. I sit at my desk and squeeze my cunt hard and it gets me so horny. I can barely concentrate for the rest of the day knowing i am going to get fucked and bred 8 or 9 times. It's actually quite disracting as my mancunt is direclty connected to my brain.. I get so cock starved i usually spend the lunchbreak sucking cock and swallowing seed at the video boothst at a bookstore a block from my work. Today I sucked three guys off and it calmed me down. What a lucnh?
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Was super horny all morning, some guy started messaging me and was being all dom, and my sub slutty bubble butt was ready for anything. After awhile I asked his age, he says, doesn't matter my slutboy, but 20, now don't ask anymore questions, im your dom master Conner. No can my slutty boy cumdumo handle myself and 4 of my bros? by the morning your hole will be filled with our multiple loads. and we haven't cum in a week! I didnt fully believe it but I said, can i speak master Connor, his reply, good slut, yes you may. where do you need me? he sends me this address with directions when I get there So I pull up to this modern looking cabin, only wearing my skater hat, black fitted T, Blue jock strap, and Blue DC high tops. as instructed. im waiting now, thinking this is a set up, so I'm about to start my car, and the door flies open. 2, skinny but strong young men, wearing almost like those black out hero blindfold with holes by their eyes kinda masks, and shoes, and that was it, grab me from my car and drag me quickly towards 2 trees. by the way there cock both now rock hard. tell me to shut up, slutty cumwhore. your going to enjoy all of us. one ties one hand to the left tree and vice versa with the other one. they bicker fighting over who gets first, and then with no warning one boy slams into me balls deep. I yelp in pleasurable pain, as he continued to mercifully pound my hole for about 5 min then I literally felt him shoot ropes deep in me. as he pulled out the other guy did just the same, as I moaned and screamed 2 others walk up laughing, and tape my mouth as they loosen the ropes so I drop to my knees....end of part one.
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Hello guys, first post here. To give you quick context Im a Caribbean guy in his late 20s living in Argentina. Honey Brown golden skin, long beard 5'7 and swimmers build (I played basketball my whole life) Gypsy looking some say. The other day I woke up mad horny and had no idea why. Rolled myself one up and..went on grindr to see how the early morning was going to be. I have a heavy interracial fetish so I was planning to take as much white seed as I could even though my love for men in general wasnt gonna allow me to let any seed go to waste. 1ST LOAD: On grindr found this cute blonde Argentinian bear in his mid 20s that lived a couple blocks down from my spot (City of Buenos Aires) and we chatted for a minute, exchange a couple of nudes and he invited me to his place. 6'0 He had a square shaped muscular body with broad shoulders and back with an 15 cm dick but very thick and veiny with a pointy pink tip. Sturdy. Sucked his pink cock for around 10 mins then he decided to flip me around letting me in all my fours. Going raw on me while complementing my body frame and skin, quite hot tbh. Seemed like he was edging for some time cause he didn't last long and came quite fast as I could feel with each pulsation as he filled me with 6 shots of warm cum. At that point my level of hornyness skyrocketed to the top. I was horny before but you guys know what I mean. After the first load you start feeling yourself a bit more. Innevitable. We shook hands as I walked out the door and started walking aimlessly through BA streets. It was 9 am. Pulled out the rest from the fat joint I had from earlier and kept on walking LOAD 2: not more than 20 blocks into my journey I received a message from another Argentinian guy in his mid 30s Slim and tall and arab looking. He had a pretty neutral face and body but a beautiful long cock. He invited me to his place and gave me like an hour long fuck before breeding me with long thick cum. Thicker than the previous guy. At this point between the high and the cum in my system I was in heaven. LOAD 3: Head spinning and full of cum I decide to return to my journey this time being texted by a regular fuck buddy or chongo like Argetinians say (best one of the afternoon) 6'0 White Latino looking long haired Venezuelan with swole but not ripped body, amazing ass and an massive 23 cm, curved and a can thick cock ready to hit the right spots. Theres a difference between who just loads you and who makes you crave their cum. This guy is one of those guys. Amazing fucker fucked me in every position on every corner of the house. He bred me while on top of me while I was backing my ass up making him shoot his cum as deep as possible. After all the moaning and grunting got the load I deserved but wanted more... 4TH AND 5TH LOAD: My sluttyness at this point was uncontrollable so I decided to take the subway and head downtown (I live on the northern part of the city) to go to the best sauna in town. Got in. Asked myself a glass of wine then sit around just to watch guys pass by. Talk to a couple of guys but everything on a friendly matter, nothing sexual. Tipsy enough I decide to go into the dark room where even though its dark you can still recognize some facial features. Soon as I walk in Im met with a french kiss ( kinda unexpected) from what it seemed an 40+ y/o 6'3 Italian guy with very fit body, shaved beard and daddy vibes. Hot. He takes me to one of the rooms and I started sucking him like there was no tomorrow.Then he decided to flip me and starts fucking me against the mirror. The guy could fuck and had big stamina but honestly felt I could make him cum before he made me cum. Which happened as soon as I started backing my ass up once again making bim explode at least 4 shots of fresh cum. As Im recovering from the fuck I just had and still with my ass up I could feel a face right next to mine whispering 'dont move ' with an heavy Buenos Aires accent. I had no idea who the guy behind me was and it was was he planning. I look at the Italian guy to see if he knows him but he points at me as the guy from behind its handling me bottle of golden rush telling me to take hit. At that point the mystery of the whole thing and the voice he had, had me open. So I hit the poppers and suddenly everything I was once feeling got multiplied by 50 times. And of course I let this anon guy fuck me bare and wish I could explain to you guys how good that bare cock felt as it went in. I was gone. Fucked this guy long enough for him to surrender and give me last load of the night. So fucking hot. Finished the day fucking an tatted russian looking twink but was a curly haired shy chubby cub who ended up taking my load. Hopefully ill post more soon. Cheers
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Another Real Experience (X 2!) - The Porn Star And The Trucker
versmetropig posted a blog entry in Blog versmetropig
Another Real Experience (x 2!) - the Porn Star and the Trucker I was watching a Classic Pre-Condom Gay Porn Vid this evening and it brought back two very hot (and very different) experiences. The vid was 1986′s “Oversized Load” about the sexual exploits of some young truckers - and it brought back BOTH the many times I played with one of its’ stars, Scott O’Hara, AND the first time I partied with a trucker in his rig. For those who never saw any of Scott O’Hara’s movies (”Hung and Horny”, “Stick Shift”, “The Other Side of Aspen 2″ and especially “Head Over Heels”) he was a blond cross between an All American Boy type and a Midwestern Farm Boy in looks during the height of his career, was given the label “Biggest Dick in San Francisco” for his very large (and gorgeous) endowment, and his ability to blow himself… which he did frequently in films. He was born a year before me in 1961 and died from AIDS related complications in 1998. I knew him in the 1990s when no studio would hire him anymore because of his status, and he had reinvented himself as an author, publisher and activist - he was also by this time sporting a skin-head ACTUP queer look and was the first person I knew to have any tatoo related to his illness applied to his body. I even wound up writing a number of articles for his magazine “STEAM” which was an unapologetic paen to cruising, recreational and anonymous sex at a time when saying such things aloud invited VERY public scorn and condemnation. I was introduced to him by the photographer I was frequently doing nude shoots for (see the black & whites I posted of myself some months back). Though now in my thirties, I still sported a short blond somewhat military cut (suitable for playing parts like Lt. Cable in “South Pacific”) and just like it used to happen to the hot stud I was about to meet, my clean cut look made many of the pigs “in the scene” underestimate my kink/pig side. Hell, I’d been going to NYC’s leather bars since I was 18! But if you didn’t know me… Anyway, sure enough, the first of the photographer’s parties he invited me to I met with that reaction until the guests learned better… including Mr. O”Hara. I had to go over some details for an upcoming shoot with the host that slowed down my stripping compared to the other guys - there was now a room full of (remember the time period, mid-90s) lean, vascular, shaved guys with either buzz cuts or shaved head and lots of piercings, while a guy (me) who looked like an Army Captain or Police Sergeant was still mostly dressed. I thought the guy who was introduced to me as “Scott” was the hottest of a room full of hotness, and then he turned and I saw the “HIV+” tattoo and growled “fuck yeah”… Scott turned to me with a look of surprise and a smile and said “Man, lookin’ at you I would have expected you to zip up and head out the door, not have THAT reaction!’ I responded that I was full of surprises as my clothes came off revealing my full leather harness, metal cockrings and chrome and leather arm bands. “Told you guys he’d more than fit in,” I heard my host and photographer say. As things were getting comfortable and we were progressing to the sex, Scott stayed by me surreptiously doing some lines and giving me some - probably about ¾ of the guys were doing enhancements, but not everyone was down with it, so the rule was keep it low-key. Considering the way I was reacting, it was probably NOT the coke I thought it was at first (tina was not all that regular at that time - I’d first had it with that pilot back in the 80s - “Karmic Chemfuck” - and only one other time up until this point). There was also a bit of K around and good poppers and Max Impact. Scott was really curious why I wasn’t scared of his tatoo… and I quietly told him I tested positive back in early 1985, and I kept it very quiet for my performing career’s sake - he sure related to that! At that point, even my host didn’t know I was poz - just my partner (who, now after 26 years together is STILL negative) and my doctor. Scott was very turned and and sticking another line of K my way, he looked me in the eye and said “Fuck yes. So you and I can bareback each other tonight - its the only way a man should fuck or be fucked!” Whoa! Bareback… now when sex started for me, everything was bareback (the term itself didn’t even exist) but in order to keep up my slut lifestyle in the 90s, a condom was mandatory and though I hated them I was good at using them as a top… as a bottom they really slowed me down as I always get an allergic reaction to condom style latex. I had thought I’d never feel that ecstasy again, but this absolute satyr of a man caught me at just the right level of “enhancement” that reservations I would normally have had were tempered by his very logical argument and his very hot cock and attitude and his very good party favors. We agreed. The lights in the photography studio went to psychedelic, trance music played and the group went at it. My tongue found other tongues, hot cocks - many with PA’s and some of the hottest manholes I’d encountered with my mouth in a while. There were about 8 of us in total (small compared to some groups) but all hot and all piggy. While we both played with every other guy there, Scott and I also spent a bit of extra time with each other - we dove into an anal 69 seemingly trying to get our whole heads up each others hot chute. We pulled off into a hot kiss and I felt him press something up into my hole - it burned a bit as he put something in my hand and said “here, do me”. I pressed the rock salt like stuff into his hole and we stopped to do another line of it and a hit of poppers and he rolled back onto a waist height wooden block and whispered “slide that poison stick in the poison hole”. It was so wrong, but so right. My cock slipped in easily and I was ballistic with pleasure. As I fucked him and rolled him further onto the block, he smirked at me and took his own cockhead into his mouth, lewdly tonguing it. THAT’s when it finally hit me. I subtly hissed down to him “holy fucking shit - SCOTT is it? You’re Scott O’Hara, I fucking love your movies.” He seemed really pleased at that and after a few more minutes of me pounding his manhole, he called out “switch!”. A quick couple of glugs of fluids, and another something pressed into my butt, making it SCREAM to be filled, and he pushed me back into the position he’d just been in. He gave me a shot of poppers, sprayed some Maximum Impact on someone’s jock that was lying around, shoved it in my mouth and said “here it comes.” JEEEZUS! The first raw cock in my hole in over six years, and it’s that gorgeous giant! It hurt a bit ‘till I stretched around it, but I was so excited and so tweaked, and so relieved to not have latex fucking me that it soon settled in and felt friggin’ amazing. Our host, who knew my play style well glanced over and remarked “I never thought you’d take that monster that easily, if at all!” and then squinting to look closer, realized there was no condom. His eyebrows shot up, but before he could say anything else, he was distracted by a SECOND latex sheathed cock sliding up next to the first in his own hole, and his attention was drawn elsewhere. There were more fucks with the other guys for each of us, both as tops and bottoms (and one other guy who had noticed us also barebacked each of us and let us bareback him). There was also lots more hole-play, some fisting and w/s, a bit of b/d here and there and toy play, and always, lots of rimming of really hot holes. Scott and I had to keep our holes to just us and the one other guy at the end as we’d each blown off up each others fuck chute. I had gone home with a load in my hole and that much joy in years - and oddly, though I played enough times after with my photographer it wasn’t until almost 18 years later that we finally barebacked each other! After that I played with Scott a number of times - a few group scenes, but mostly either as a three-way with our photographer bud (still using condoms on him) or one on one, where he’d get me high and we’d get wonderfully nasty. He hired me to write a number of columns for his “Steam” Magazine between a few more wild fucks. After that night, when I was playing “extracurricularly” I more and more sought out other poz for BB and less and played with those requiring a condom… I’d regained so much physical joy, and if I wasn’t hurting myself or someone else, then there was finally SOME kind of silver lining for this stupid disease (that I’ve now been dealing with for 30 YEARS). Tomorrow, I’ll tell you about the first time I partied with a trucker in his cab! For more about Scott O’Hara: http://likeahornyboy.blogspot.com/2012/06/scott-o-hara-is-too-big.html?zx=5fbde5ac859bcb2- 12 comments
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Friday 27th October: 7 fucks, 4 loads (1500 words) I am in Japan, Tokyo. My partner and I decide to check out the gay vibes in the city. There are two cruising clubs that seem popular, one called Volcano and the other called Dick Dogg, about a twenty-minute train ride from the city center. One problem: there is an age limit, 20 to 39 years, and my partner is a bit older than that. Second problem: they are strict on the length of your hair and often reject people who do not have a buzz cut or short hair. I google the reason why, and it says that short hair in Japan is often a sign of masculinity, and the club is obviously trying to target a very specific demographic. I have medium-length hair. Both clubs also encourage safe sex, no orgies, and sex must happen in private cubicles, which seems very restrictive, to put it nicely. We decide to check it out anyway. We make our way to Volcano, about a five-minute walk from a train station, down an obscure flight of stairs to the basement of a ramen building, a single door in a dark corridor with a sign saying "Volcano" and "Members only." A young man, handsome face, is ahead of us, pays for a ticket, and walks through a door. I see a naked man dancing under a glow of violet light, but the door shuts quickly and the only thing between me and fun is the ticket booth. My partner asks for two tickets, the man behind the counter scribbles something on a piece of paper, and I have a sinking feeling about what it is. We read the paper. "20-39 age" is what it says. My partner lies and points to the number 39, nods, but the man does not buy it and crosses both his index fingers, then points at me and puts up the OK hand gesture. So we decide to leave. We are now on the train to Dick Dogg. I try to cheer my partner up. I hope he is not too upset with the rejection. I had a feeling something like this might happen, so we agree ahead of time that if one of us gets rejected for whatever reason, then we both go somewhere different, and if no one takes us in, then we become intimate back at the hotel, which will be just as good, if not better. My partner says that perhaps it's better if I ask for the ticket this time around; that way, they might let me in and let him in as well without taking a closer look. Sounds like a solid plan. We get to Dick Dogg, which is on the third floor of a building no one would bother to take a second look at. We go to the ticket booth and I ask for two tickets, and the young man behind the counter says okay to both of us and we are in! He hands us a towel and our locker key. It is nude night tonight. I forget which hand to put the locker key on to tell others that I am a bottom, so I put it on my right hand instead, hoping for the best. I undress and immediately make a mental note to work out harder at the gym when I get back from holiday. It is 10 PM and this place closes at 11:30 PM. My partner and I agree to separate and have our own fun, meeting back during closing time. The cruising area is dim enough that you can identify people, their face, their bodies, and most importantly, their dicks. It is not dark enough that you have to fumble around with your arms in front of you, and I am sad to report that there wasn’t a darkroom even though it was advertised on their site. There are a lot of attractive young men with nice bodies, but not a lot of action happening, which is to be expected at any cruising club, I suppose. I wish so badly for a darkroom. There is, however, one of those rooms where you can put half your body through a cutout in a wall, resting your stomach or back on the bench provided, such that all that’s left of you is your ass in the room for others to use. I make a mental note to come back to this room. It’s probably 10.30 PM and still there are no action happening so I decide to sit down on one of the benches in a random room. A few men walk past, looks at me, moves on. One guy stops for a tad longer than usual, likes what he sees, brings his dick to my face, and of course I put it in my mouth. Average size. He kneels down and puts me in his mouth, and after a few seconds, we find ourselves in a private room where we alternate giving each other head. I really want him to top me though but he is talking in Japanese and I don’t really understand, so I turn around and motion for his dick to be inside me, but he doesn’t seem to take the hint. So I smile, give him a kiss on the cheek, and walk out of the room. I make my way to the glory hole booth, lock the door, sit down. A few seconds later, someone enters next door, puts his dick in the hole, and I suck it. He is a fast cummer, I swallow. He leaves. Another man enters, much bigger and thicker this time, but for some reason, only puts the tip of the head of his cock through the hole, and I try my best to put more of it in my mouth. He is teasing me, so I rage quit and stop sucking. He leaves. There is some action happening right outside my booth. I look under the door and I’m pretty sure a guy is sucking another’s guys dick and there is a crowd forming, and I’m stuck in my booth. I wait for about five minutes, twiddle my thumb like a nobody, decide that I needed to get out. I unlock the door and everyone scatters. I meet my parter somewhere in the dimly lit maze and he is bored. We decide to get the action going so I lead him to that room with the cut-out. I put half my body through the cut-out, lay on the bench with my stomach so that only my ass is visible in the room. There is a lube bottle attached to a string to the left of me but my partner prefers to use spit, enters me, loads me up in less than five minutes. He exits and immediately somebody enters, raw. I think this man is fucking me with his dick and a finger because it feels slightly odd—a bit like double penetration but not quite there. But anyway, he cums, exits. For the next two fucks, the men are using condoms which I don’t enjoy, mainly because there is too much friction with rubber and there are no reward at the end. I take it like a good bottom anyway. The forth men enters me raw, fucks for about 10 seconds and cums. I do like quick loads, but maybe this might be too quick for my liking. Fifth and six men uses condoms and the six man in particularly takes a very long time to cum; feels like 20 minutes. It’s getting a bit painful at this stage but I don’t move from my position. The seventh and final man enters me raw, also takes a long time to cum but it feels very good. Plus, his bigger than usual. After he cums, I lay there for a moment, hoping for more, but it seems very quiet all of a sudden. And my calf is killing me, having being on tiptoes the whole time. My parter asks for the time, I don’t know, so we head out. The floor is full of lube (and maybe cum?) and my whole leg and feet is covered in lube. I’m sure I left lubed footprints along the whole corridor. We check the time. It is 11.20 PM, almost closing time, which explains the sudden emptiness of the room. I wonder to myself if this place opens later, how many more loads I would have gotten. I go to the toilet and use an eyebrow-raising-amount of toilet paper to clean off the lube, clog the toilet, oppps. My parter tells me shortly afterwards that there is a shower so I use that to clean off the lube. We then take the train back to the hotel and we head back to Australia the next day. Feels good to have a bit of Japan inside me.
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Hi every one, sheltering in place here and have been watching a ton of porn. Also trying to be a good bareback pussy boy, so I was wondering which bb bottom porn actors you admire. I think porn is educational hehe, and want to know how to be a good pussy boy that tops will want to fuck. I saw some vids with Tim Skyler (I think) and he's really cool! But I think the vids are kinda old. So, which bb bottoms in porn do you like, and why? xoxo
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My hands are trembling as I pack the pipe. Despite months, years of preparation, knowing I’m about to cross a line almost no one has the balls to cross has me shaking with anticipation. And lust. Pure, unbridled lust, flowing as freely as the precum slicking up my cock head. I know I told him I’d wait, but I can’t help it. I take a few hits off the pipe. My cock responds instantly, getting half-hard at the quality of the crystal, and the debauchery it will lead to. Debauchery. That’s a term of art if ever there was one. This is straight up depravity. I’m sprawled out on my bed, familydick video playing on the 90 inch high def television hanging on the opposite wall, Derek Allen is showing his “step”son how to fuck his gorgeous blond boyfriend proper. I’m taking a few casual hits, eyes darting between the porn and watching myself in the mirrors that flank either side of the bed, an infinite regress of daddy stud stroking his daddy stud cock. 9 inches reflecting back and forth, and back and forth, and back and forth. As turned on as I’m getting from the crystal, the porn, watching myself jack off, it’s nothing compared to what I know is coming just as soon as he emerges from the shower where he’s eagerly and methodically cleaning out his asshole. My son. My pride and joy. Varsity athlete. Honors scholar. Future Senator. Meth-crazed cumslut. Daddy’s little boy. I “officially” found out my boy was gay a few weeks after his 16th birthday, when I walked into the living room finding him holding his best friend’s hand, shaking, with tears streaming down his face. “Dad, there’s something I need to tell you. I’m gay.” I was so proud of him for choking out those words despite the existential dread gripping every fiber of his being. Fully anticipating the worst of all reactions from his upstanding, God fearing, patriotic Texan father, he readied himself for the end of his family, his home, every foundation of his existence. “Shit boy, I’ve known that since you were 13. How long did it take you to figure out you could use an incognito browser?” Relief, then astonishment washed over his face, only to be replaced by a sheepish grin as his best friend convulsed in loving, heartfelt laughter. “Have you figured out your old man sucks cock too?” The laughter stopped immediately, and after a second or two of silence, it resumed in the form of a few nervous chuckles. Is the old man fucking with me? I could read it on my boy’s face. Little did he know, I would be fucking with him, something I had decided shortly after he turned 15 and for which I spent the last 3 grueling years planning in meticulous detail. Camping trips with communal showers, increasingly explicit movies on saturday afternoons, shorter shorts exposing my hefty cock. Lighting his first joint. Cracking his first beer. Frank and franker conversations about the kinds of lube he used to jack off. “Accidentally” leaving the bedroom door open a crack when I’m fucking a trick, leaving the bathroom door open when I’m taking a piss, dropping my towel a little too soon after getting out of the shower. Every step brought him closer and closer to the moment two years ago when he pulled my shorts down, gasped at the heft and fucking beauty of my cock, lowered himself to his knees, and with a wonton lust he can’t possibly conceal, closes his eyes, opens his mouth and accepts, with a gratitude bordering on reverence, his daddy’s dick for the very first time. He turned 18 on November 08, 2022, and by 12:05 am, he was shaking from the most powerful orgasm either of us had ever experienced, as I shot rope after rope after rope of cum all over his beautiful face. I knew my boy wanted my dick, wanted my load. I didn’t realize how badly he craved it until the first volley of my nut landed on his face and triggered a hands-free geyser erupting from his equally ample, equally beautiful dick. I came a second time moments later when, as I stood there panting and sweating, he began scooping up our combined loads, and - never breaking eye contact with me - swallowed it all while humming “happy birthday” to himself. I hadn’t planned on fucking him just yet, I wanted this to be a marathon, not a sprint, but I was so turned on by my son embracing, reveling, wallowing in my daddy lust that I started getting hard again. Almost telepathically, my boy knew what was coming. He got on all fours, climbed onto my bed and pulled apart his ass cheeks. I’ve eaten a lot of ass, it’s one of my favorite things to do. Licking, caressing, making out with the bottom’s hole… I consider it one of the only ways a man can truly pleasure and be pleased by another man. (That and sucking his cock with the unbridled enthusiasm my son had just shown on mine). So when my son wordlessly pulled apart his ass cheeks, his hole already puckering, I knew I had to take my time and savor it, no matter how painful my erection was getting. My technique rarely fails to leave my bottom quivering and begging for my cock. My son was shaking, begging, crying for his daddy to give him all 9 inches. I get harder and harder remembering his whimpering, ‘please dad, please I can take it, I need your cock in me, I need your cum, I don’t care if it hurts, I WANT it to hurt, I just need your dick in me. Please daddy. PLEASE!’ They were the first words either of us had spoken since the clock struck midnight, my boy legally became a man, and his mouth and hole and entire body became devoted to my servicing my dick, slaking my lust, slurping my cum. I never could deny my boy something when he pleaded with me like that. So I lined up my cockhead with his hole, and I didn’t even have to push. He pulled me in him. He shuddered, came again when I bottomed out, my balls resting against his taint. I leaned forward, gave him a kiss on the head, and whispered in his ear “get ready.” And then I fucked him, hard, for the next three hours. Every single position, every single variation, from good old doggy style on my bed to pile driving him on the kitchen table, his back and ass being mashed into the birthday cake - Carrot cake with cream cheese frosting - until my legs literally buckled out from under me, and I collapsed from the exertion of devoting every ounce of my energy to fucking my son. Even then, he couldn’t leave my cock alone, and I both passed out and woke up to him worshiping it with his mouth. We fucked almost every day for the next eight months, until his acceptance to UCLA. When he applied as a junior, all he could think about was getting out of Texas, getting to LA, sucking surfer dick and fucking stoner ass. Those fantasies almost completely evaporated after that first night, and the nights after. By Christmas vacation, when he spent the entire two weeks completely naked, and covered in cum - his, mine, a few discrete friends I brought over on Christmas eve for my boy’s very first gangbang - thoughts of California were a memory so distant they could have been mistook for a dream. But I insisted. My boy is no slouch, and as much as I knew he wanted to devote his entire existence to pervy, incestuous escapades, I refused to let him waste his God given potential… Both in the classroom, and in the dorm room. As much as he hated the thought of leaving home, daddy cock, daddy cum and lots of it, I knew he’d be okay. And that faith in my boy was born out his very first night in Westwood, when I got a video of him flip fucking with a gorgeous stud who turned out to be the starting quarterback of the the Bruins football team. It was a performance I’d see repeated many, many times that first year, courtesy of the live webcam he set up for me to watch, in realtime, as he sucked and fucked his way across campus. I, of course, returned the favor, putting up cameras all over our house so he could follow my action as well. We developed this beautiful tradition - every friday night, we would time it so that we were both fucking at the same time. I always nutted just a little bit faster when I could see my boy, and by the end of his first year, we were cumming simultaneously almost every session. When he flew back after his first year, he wore the thinnest shorts he could possibly find, and his erection was painfully obvious as he walked right up to me and kissed me, hard, on the mouth. Normally, I’m pretty cautious, but I couldn’t help myself. As soon as I got him back to my truck, I bent him over the front seat and fucked him like his asshole owed me money. Three cars drove by while I was making my boy whimper and moan like the cheap whore I raised him to be. One of them was a sheriff trooper. My son has never made me prouder than when he looked the sheriff dead in the eye, and in between gasps from the relentless pounding I was giving his hole, said “your cock ain’t gonna suck itself mister, get that fucker over here before my daddy needs me to clean his dick off.” Most men would panic. Most men would be desperately trying to zip up their pants and fumble their way through a wildly unbelievable attempt to convince the deputy not to believe his lyin eyes. I just kept thrusting. My son just kept moaning. It was a siren song to the cop, who briefly wrestled with his conscience before doing a quick double take to check and see if anyone was looking before opening his door and revealing a beautiful, already hard and leaking 9 inch dick. He didn’t say a single word as he sauntered up to the other side of the truck, opened the door, and fed his cock to my son. I was alreay close to cumming, but I decided to edge myself in my boy’s hole until the Sheriff was close so that my boy could get loads on his face and in his ass at the same time - something he had grown particularly fond of, courtesy of all the frat boys he’d bring home after last call. The Sheriff, still somewhat disbelieving what was happening, nonetheless came within 3 minutes, blasting a huge load all over my boys face and hair, licking some of it off, and smearing the rest with his not-at-all deflating cock. My son, cocky little fucker that he is, just looked up and said “how about you escort us back to our house and we keep this party going.” That phrasing was the first indication that my boy was getting up to a little more than he was letting on. But I didn’t have time to question him further as the Sheriff leaned into his walkie-talkie and said “Dispatch, providing an escort to a soldier back from deployment, disregard the sirens.” We lived a nominal 60 minutes from the airport, but with the Sheriff’s kindness to a “returning soldier” we were home in 35 minutes. The Sheriff pulled into our garage so as not to disturb the neighbors, and somehow had completely disrobed en route, everything but the boot and the cowboy hat. He wordlessly bent my boy over the squad car as I sat on the nearby work bench and took in the sight of my boy’s hole being plowed, slowly and steadily, the Sheriff’s thick and veiny cock glistening with the cum I had already shot up my boy’s ass. The Sheriff fucked him for 2 hours before having to respond to a call of “shots fired.” "Shots fired all right, all over my fuckin face," was all my boy said. I love, love, LOVE how cocky my boy had become, how fucking brazen he could be. He was a big dicked cum slut stud, he knew it, and he knew everyone within his line of sight new it too. We spent that entire first summer sucking, fucking, eating ass, even fisting him once. I’d fall asleep with my cock in his ass every night, with him half-whispering, half-sighing “I love you daddy.” I’d usually be woken up a few hours later, as deep in a REM cycle, he was dream fucking himself, not even waking. And of course, as the sun broke over the horizon and shone clearly through east-facing floor-to-ceiling windows, I’d be roused by the sensations of him licking, kissing, and sucking my first load of the day. It was towards the end of the summer, as he was preparing to head back to California, when I found out Daddy’s perfect cum dumpster had set his sights… higher… I had to travel to San Antonio for a conference, and as much as I wanted to have him with me, I was giving the keynote speech and my sense of professionalism overrode the untrammeled lust that had consumed me ever since the first time I saw his web history and the tiny bit of boy cum crusted on the table all those years ago. He understood, although his disappointment was palpable. But I always encouraged him to have fun whenever, wherever and with whoever he wanted, and like a good father, I never once brought up the word condom. And from the videos I saw, he never gave it a thought. My boy only fucked raw. One of the many, many reasons I was so fuckin proud of him. The speech went off without a hitch, I received a couple of dozen new orders for the tech I was pitching, with enough of a profit margin to ensure that my boy could spend the rest of his life fucking his boy without ever worrying or wanting for money. Naturally, I didn’t want to miss the opportunity of having fun in a different city. And since I was feeling pretty bold, I decided this would be the rare night I’d get lit and fuck all night. I pulled up rent.men, found a stud whose page telegraphed meth whore, and booked him for the whole night. He had a perfect ass, a 10 inch dick and a smile that could light up Dallas. His soft blond hair contrasted perfectly with the hard, clearly roided out pecs, abs and biceps he not-so-subtly wanted me to worship. I asked if we could film, a keepsake for the boy. Rentman insisted. I got him on his side, with his knees pulled up like he was being fucked doggy style. It’s my favorite position, gives me perfect access to his prostate with the upward and slightly left leaning curve of my dick. I never broke eye contact as I pushed in, not even as I lit the bong and the torch and gave him several shotguns. He was flying, I was flying higher, and after 40 minutes, he had to tap out. I went to take a piss while he rested, absent-mindedly watching the porn and stroking his cock to the amateur videos my son had so thoughtfully provided on an external harddrive he slipped in my satchel bag right as I was heading out the door. I was watching myself take a hands-free piss in the mirror, getting hard watching my cock and debating on whether or not I should ask him if he pointed. I was just about to flush when rentman made my dreams come true, saying “oh hey wait I know this kid, I got lit and fucked him when I was in LA last spring.” I love my boy.
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My name isn’t so important…what happened that is a story worth telling, you can decide if it’s worth reading. I am about 6’ good build, solid muscle and hung at eight thick inches. Guys never complained, well, occasionally a guy would when I slid into his ass for the first time. In any event, my experience was that once I had played with a guy, he would always tell me my cock was a good size and shape. I would go to the sex clubs, bath houses, cruise the guys on-line, always looking for next way to blow my load, be it in a guy's ass or while jerking off to porn or perhaps while watching guys fuck at the bath house. Most days I would go to bed after shooting five or six loads throughout the day. I was always sex hungry. And I was almost always a top. I loved going to the sex club where I could flop my cock out of my pants, give it a few quick strokes to get it hard then wait for a hungry bottom to come by. I particularly loved topping and breeding raw hole after raw hole, giving greedy, hungry bottoms what they wanted, which was, of course, my seed. My favorite bottoms were the muscle studs with a bio-hazard or scorpion tattoo. Sex with poz bottoms was always better. Somehow they just knew how to give a great fuck. Although I loved topping, a voice in the back of my head kept asking what a bottom felt when another guy shot his DNA deep into the bottom's ass. Of course I could have bottomed and answered the question in my mind, but for one reason or another it simply never happened. Until a bottom turned me into more of a sex pig than I was already. I was at the sex club hanging around with my cock hanging out keeping it in various states of arousal ranging from chubby to rock hard. I spotted a muscle stud who was just standing looking kind of irritated. If he was having a bad night, I certainly didn’t want to make it any worse, but I was curious as to why such a muscle stud so was upset he turned guys away left and right. He could have played with any guy he wanted! I found a spot where I could discreetly observe him. Perhaps I could figure out what was going on. If so, perhaps I would be able to mount the stud. The muscle stud stood about six feet tall, and was wearing a white wife beater that showed off his big shoulders, his large pecs and pair of nipples that gave every impression of needing some serious attention. He was wearing basketball type shorts and no underwear, which was useful as I could see his rock hard cock, which was an amazing ten inches, made a a very visible protrusion in his shorts. I had been at the sex club about three hours. I had fucked a few guys, and had been continually edging my cock, but hadn’t as of yet dropped a load. Consequently my balls were starting to ache - the classic blue balls scenario. The six foot muscle stud punched all my buttons. I just had to breed him, and, I hoped, several times. The venue was a sex club, not a bath house, so there were no showers or private rooms just various play spaces and 'stalls' where those patrons who didn't want an audience could find a bit more privacy. I, on the other hand, usually liked having an audience, so I positioned myself in front of an open stall just across the walkway from the muscle stud. He could easily see me, and indeed we made occasional eye contact, but I made it a point to merely give him a general smile, and to remain stationary. I decided there was no point in even trying to make a move on the muscle stud until I determined why he was so irritated. And, I decided, being respectful of his space was a good place to start. Guy after guy would walk past, ogle his body then immediately try to grab his huge cock…that’s when he got irritated and I almost had my answer. He looked over at me again saying “I might have a big cock that doesn’t mean I have any desire to use it” then he turned a bit to give me a peak of a big muscle butt. I responded, “I don’t give a fuck about your cock, I want to put my tongue up that ass.” For the first time he smiled walked past me motioning for me to follow him. We walked into one of the public large dark rooms where there was a padded fuck bench. He immediately dropped his pants and bent over the bench as he was dropping his pants, I was dropping to my knees. I needed to get my tongue up that perfect muscle ass, didn’t know if he had been fucked already and I would have some cum to eat or if I was his first and I didn’t care. I wanted to eat it, suck on it, open it up and breed it then breed it again. I was going to pound every drop of cum I had into this stud and I was sure he wanted it and could take it as rough as I wanted to give it. I shoved my face between his two perfect fuck globes I stuck my tongue out and licked him from his taint to the top of his crack with my tongue flat. With my tongue flat and deep lick they get a nice run of sensation over their hungry hole and I get a good taste of sweat and sometimes seed that has already been pumped into them. This guy was a bit different, I wasn’t sure if he had been fucked tonight I could taste a little lube but that was it and the lube could have meant that he just came prepared. I proceeded to eat that ass like it was the last hole I was ever going to eat. I licked him up and down (stayed away from his cock), then putting my mouth around his hole and sucking on it making it open up in my mouth. Sucking on a cum pig's hole will usually get me some seed to taste but not this time but he wasn’t relaxing his hole as much as most bottoms do. However, I could tell he was really enjoying what I was going as he was really vocal about it and I REALLY enjoyed eating his muscle ass so both of us were very happy. I asked him to flip over on his back so I could eat that ass from a different angle, which he did. To be honest, I also wanted to see those pecs of his - again. As he turned I made a move to start taking his shirt off which he realized and took it off himself, there my new conquest stood, naked, bulging muscles, big pecs and the perfect nipples. I asked him if they were wired and he pulled my face into his chest where I latched onto his nipple and worked it like was his ass. His response was to moan just as he had while my tongue was up his hole. I then switched nipples. His pleasure was obvious. I specifically didn't touch his cock, but made it a point to keep a firm hand on his rock hard ass, gently fingering his wet twitching hole. After taking a quick lick into each pit, relishing the stud bottom's perfect scent, he lay on his back, raised his legs in the air, spreading them wide. His perfect muscle fuck mounds parted and there was my prize: a perfect hungry pink hole that was hungry for a pounding and a seeding. The lights were dim so what I hadn’t noticed was the biohazard symbol tattooed on his hip, not particularly big as some tattoos go, but big enough to be easily seen if there was more light. "Are you poz?" I asked. "Yeah, is that a problem?" he responded. "By no means - it's a bonus!" I replied as my tongue dove directly into his cum pig hole. Knowing my new muscle cum pig was a poz muscle cum pig made everything more exciting, increasing my need to use him. What I didn’t appreciate was, even considering the brief period of time he and I would play, he would nonetheless have a substantial and lasting effect on me. --End of Part 1-- Let me know what you guys think and I will continue the story.
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Please hard abuse my Fag and make him suffer and obey! No limits to what you can use him for
