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There were sand dunes that seemed to go on forever, vanishing in the distance, and lupins growing tall. The cruising foot traffic made paths through the dunes and tunnels through the undergrowth. I was younger then, confident wandering alone and naked. I’d appear from this undergrowth, usually surprising a nude sun-bather. Occasionally I’d be asked to rub sunscreen on their back, or we’d chat … Wandering naked was liberating, a thrill being seen by strangers and it was sexual for me, but my chest would still pound with fear of being spotted by family, friends or a teacher. I’d relax after a swim in the ocean, and laying down in a sheltered sand dune. Gentle sun drenched breeze passing over my naked body. Maybe this was a kind of a ritual, I would always be aroused by the salt re-crystallising on my skin. I’d keep an eye on who was around, tricky in the dunes as people appeared from nowhere, and were down and up again like meerkats. There was a guy I’d met a few times, his cock was long and fat and he liked letting me suck on it. He was a stoner hippy with long hair, tall, he’d get me high too. This is a true story, but I need to leave a few things out. Did anyone else have easy access to places they weren’t meant to be?
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Searching for something else, I came across National Outdoor Intercourse Day! 🤯 For those who enjoy getting it on out in the open, you have your own special day to do so!
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The glare of the midday sun temporarily blinded Uncle Cliff as he emerged from his cave rendezvous. He stopped briefly to allow himself time to adjust to its brightness, before surveying the shoreline for his nephew. As expected, he saw Trey was in the same spot as when he left him. But much to his surprise, he noticed that he was not alone; the two hunks they had seen on their way down the beach had joined him. Even more surprising, to the best he could tell with his compromised eyesight, was that his nephew was as naked as the two hunks sitting side-by-side next to him. “Well, well, “he muttered to himself. The boy is coming out of that shell at last! Can’t wait to see how this shakes out.” Uncle Cliff crouched down behind a small rock formation that gave him ample view of the beauty of the Mediterranean and the sinews of his nephew’s back. He felt a stirring in his groin as he watched the scene unfold before him. ********** “Wow, the sun certainly is hot, “Trey sputtered as he felt the sweat trickle down his chest between his thick pecs. The world had taken on a kind of swirling haze, as Sebastian had brought out a small pipe with a crystal-like substance inside it. Not wanting to appear a total novice, Trey had watched both Sebastian and Cyril take large hits from the pipe, holding the smoke in for a few seconds and then exhaling it into the air in a large puff of smoke. When it was offered to him, he hesitated for a second, but the looks from his new companions overruled any hesitation he could come up with. So, when it was offered to him, he followed the example the two studs had set, and took a large hit. And another…and another…and one more. Cyril and Sebastian looked at each other with a wry grin, and then showed Trey how a shotgun worked. First Cyril lit the pipe, and the pipe’s chamber filled with the white smoke. It swirled about as he inhaled deeper than he had before. He then took Sebastian by the back of his neck, placed his lips against his own, and gently exhaled into the hunks mouth. He eagerly took the smoke deep and held it a bit as Cyril pulled away. He looked dreamily into Cyril’s eyes, then glanced over at Trey. Trey was watching with rapt attention, wondering what was next. He did not wait long, as Sebastian began to exhale the smoke in Trey’s direction; never breaking eye contact. When all the smoke was expelled, he gave Trey a small wink, and then gestured at the pipe, then to Trey, asking with his eyes if he would like to try. Trey could only nod…mesmerized by the stud. Sebastian sparked the lighter once again and held it under the bowl. He twisted the pipe slightly back and forth, until the chamber was again filled with enough of the smoke. He then leaned towards Trey, who eagerly leaned in to accept his gift. Their lips touched, and Sebastian gently placed his hand behind Trey’s neck…pulling him even closer into their lip lock. He gently parted Trey’s lips with his warm, moist tongue and slowly exhaled the smoke into his waiting mouth. Trey could not help the moan that escaped his lips as Sebastian stuck his tongue into his mouth as the last of the smoke was exhaled. Trey had closed his eyes, and even as Sebastian pulled away, his eyes remained closed. When he was at last able to open his eyes, he saw that Cyril could not contain his excitement at the scene he had just witnessed and was slowly stroking his uncut cock. Sebastian too had begun to tug on his fast-growing dick, and much to Trey’s surprise, his own cock had sprung to full attention. He lazily began to tug at the head of his cock…enjoying the lust-filled haze that was closing in on him. Sebastian passed the pipe to him without words, and as he took it, Cyril told him to hold on for a second. “This time, when you exhale into my mouth, do so as completely as you can. I will then exhale it back to you in the same way. We will pass it back and forth like this until one of us cannot endure any longer. Sound good?” Trey eagerly nodded his affirmation and lit the pipe. He waited until there was a good amount of smoke billowing around the bowl, and then did a deep exhale. He then inhaled as deeply as he could and leaned into Cyril’s waiting mouth. Cyril grabbed each side of his face and locked it to his own lips, Trey then let go of the smoke in a slow yet deliberate exhale. Once he felt his lungs were empty, he waited for Cyril to exhale it back. He did not wait long, as Cyril began to exhale, he slid his tongue into Trey’s mouth. The feeling was electric to Trey, and as he passed the smoke back to Cyril, he felt a damp warmth envelope his swollen cock. Sebastian, unable to sit idly by and watch the scene before him, had leaned in and swallowed Trey’s cock to the base. Trey and Cyril passed the smoke back and forth a few more times, until Cyril had to break from the lock. He took a few gasping breaths, as his glassy eyes gave Trey a leering look. This time it was Trey who pulled Cyril’s face toward him and stuffed his hungry tongue into his mouth. Cyril let out the moan this time, as his hands began to roam all over Trey’s lean muscled body. He paid special attention to his nipples. The sensation was a new one to Trey, one that he enjoyed immensely. The more Cyril tugged and twisted as the eraser like nips, caused Trey to moan even more. As if on cue, the trio broke from their respective positions, and made a switch. This time, it was Cyril who fell open mouthed onto Trey’s spit-slick cock, as Sebastian held the pipe to his lips, took a long drag of smoke, and launched it into Trey with gale force. His approach was a bit more aggressive than Cyril’s, but Trey was awash in a feeling of pure, unadulterated lust. Cyril sucked on Trey’s cock as if it held the last oxygen on Earth in his ball sac. He could hear the gentle moaning coming from Sebastian, as he and Trey passed the smoke back and forth. Once again, Trey outlasted his challenger, as Sebastian broke their kiss with the same glassy expression Cyril had. He gave Trey a grin, and then dropped his head to Cyril’s crotch and began to suck on his cock with earnest. Trey’s head had fallen back, as he sat braced by his long arms locked in place. The feelings that whirled about in his mind were nothing short of scandalous; and he was loving it. The smoke had unlocked something inside him, something he had unlocked and let wash over him in that moment. As he looked down at the handsome stud Cyril swabbing his hard prick, and the equally handsome Sebastian doing the same to Cyril. Trey suddenly felt guilty that he was not doing more. He relaxed his stiffened arms, and dropped to the towel, leaning slightly to his right. He reached out and took Sebastian’s cock in his hand and began to stroke it. Sebastian eagerly scooted himself closer toward Trey, and Trey rewarded him by giving the exposed head of his cock a quick lick. A moan came from deep inside Sebastian, as he began to gently buck his hips, urging Trey to go further. Trey did, as he leaned closer and swallowed the lock thick slab of Sebastian’s as deep into his throat as he could go. Even he was surprised at how much of his cock would fit into his throat. “All that time at the glory hole in the library bathroom at school is finally paying off, “he thought to himself. Not to get sidetracked, he held on to the base of Sebastian’s hard cock, gently stroking up and down on the shaft as his warm tongue and lips teased the head. It was a moment that Trey had not even himself known he had hoped for, yet here he was, living it first had. His unconscious fantasy had come to life. *** Uncle Cliff crouched behind the rocks, completely shocked by the scene unfolding in front of him. To say it was hot would be a real understatement. It was like a porn film come to life. Three sexy young men, enjoying what only men can do for each other, in this insanely beautiful and natural setting. Their activities had not gone unnoticed by other around them on the beach, and while some had moved closer to better their view, Uncle Cliff was surprised how all had kept a respectable distance away. But he really could not blame them; the scene he was witnessing between his nephew and the sexy strangers was undeniably hot. Uncle Cliff couldn’t help but grab a handful of his swollen cock. Even though he had recently cum with his secret lover in the cave, he once again found his dick dripping with precum, which he used as lube to slick up the shaft. He knew it wouldn’t take much to send him over the edge once again, but he wanted it to last as long as possible. He turned his attention back to Trey and his compatriots… ***** The Gordian knot tied by Trey, Cyril, and Sebastian was reaching its inevitable climax…literally. First, Cyril let out a guttural moan from deep within, shooting a massive load into Sebastian’s mouth. So much cum in fact, that it had begun to seep from the corners of Sebastian’s full mouth, yet he didn’t stop until he was sure he had drained every drop from his lover’s cock. Next, Sebastian shot off into Trey’s mouth, shooting stream after stream of hot spooge directly down Trey’s throat. The first blast was a surprise; Sebastian never uttered a sound. He just seemed to tense up, and the fire his barrage directly into Trey’s gullet. The taste was like ambrosia, and Trey too made sure each and every drop of Sebastian’s essence was swallowed. At last, it was Trey’s turn to blow. Cyril worked vigorously on his swollen cock, and Trey felt himself edge closer and closer to exploding. Sebastian, recovered from his own explosive climax, sensed Trey’s need for a slight push…and Sebastian moved over to offer his assistance. He began by tickling the tip of his nips with the end of his tongue/ The sensation caused a shudder to rack Trey’s body; every muscle seemed to tense up in anticipation of the climax to come. From one nip to the other, Sebastian’s tongue caused Trey to cry out loud in ecstasy. “Oh, fuck dudes, you are killing me! Please…don’t stop. Don’t ever stop…” Sebastian smiled up at Trey and inched himself closer to his open lips. He slowly slipped his tongue between Trey’s lips and gave him a kiss that could only be described as rapturous. Trey’s body began to quiver, and he could sense the end was near. Sebastian quickly pulled his tongue from Trey’s mouth and headed south to his crotch to help Cyril’s last stand. While Cyril polished Trey’s sensitive head, Sebastian licked his shaft. Never had Trey experienced such a sensation. Two hot mouths and tongues languishing over his cock was just what he needed to send him over the cliff to nirvana. The first rope of his seed shot straight up into the air, landing with a splash on the face if Cyril as he teased the sensitive “bow” on the underside where the head of his cock joined the shaft. Cyril quickly moved up to Trey’s slit just in time to receive the next four shots of Trey’s personal elixir. Not one to be greedy, he grabbed Sebastian by his head and pulled him close as the sixth and seventh shots spewed forth. Sebastian locked his lips onto the sensitive head of Trey’s still shooting cock. He then pulled Cyril close, so both were on their own side of Trey’s swollen member, when shots eight, nine, and ten came gushing out like a geyser. The cum shots coated both faces clamped to Trey’s cock, so much so it appeared the two had been in some vanilla pudding battle. Trey slowly came back to Earth, as the two reluctantly pulled themselves away from his still hard schlong. They licked the cum their own faces as best they could, then turned to each other. Each cleaned the cum spots from each other faces, then moved together to swap the taste of their bounty with each other. Trey at last was able to open his eyes and could only smile at the two. They then turned their clean up efforts to Trey, and began to lick their way up his body, licking at any drops of cum that had fallen on his heaving stomach and chest. Trey just laid back and let them clean him off. They had earned it, and he was more than grateful. When they reached Trey’s face the trio shared a 3-way kiss; a first for Trey but he hoped not his last. When satisfied, the two collapsed on either side of Trey’s satiated body…completely spent. ***** Uncle Cliff was unable to look away from the scene. He knew it was wrong, after all this was his nephew, the son of his beloved sister. Yet the beauty of the trio of young. Beautiful men expressing themselves in such a beautiful natural setting seemed to overrule all that. He found himself stroking his own fact dick with earnest. Soon he felt thew beginning of his own climax rush over him. Heat began to emanate from his swollen cock throughout his body. He tensed, holding tight to the base of his cock trying to stave off the inevitable, but it was no use. A huge glob of his semen blasted from the swollen head of his cock, landing on the rocks he crouched behind. A few more shots, and it was over, leaving Uncle Cliff sweating and spent. With his composure returning, Uncle Cliff thought it best to take the long way around to get back to where he and Trey had set up for the day. He swept around the rocks he had been crouching behind and made his way into the blue waters. The warm waves lapped against him as he rinsed off the evidence of his two cum expulsions. He smiled as he glanced over and saw his nephew frolicking in the surf with his two new friends. Trey and his friends laughed and groped at each other, using the warm waters to rinse themselves off as well. He was beyond happy that Trey had enjoyed himself while he was trysting in the cave. So as not to embarrass him, Uncle Cliff made his way back up to the rocks he had been hiding behind. He used his towel to dry off a bit before making his way down to Trey’s spot. He hoped his nephew would be willing to share some of the more saucy details he might have missed of the encounter. But he was not holding his breath. *** The sexy trio had made their way into the water for a rinse. It was only then that Trey realize there had been an audience for their tryst. He was surprised that he felt no remorse over being watched, quite the opposite. He felt emboldened by the experience and wondered if there was time to find anyone else to play with. Trey seemed surprised by his own thoughts; he wondered if it was the duo he was splashing with in the surf or was it the smoke he had shared with Cyril and Sebastian. Either way, he felt he had opened a door into a side of himself that he had closed off. After what Trey considered a thorough job, he made his way out of the water onto the beach, and back towards his and Uncle Cliff’s chosen spot. As he approached, he noticed Uncle Cliff had returned, and was seated on his towel watching the shoreline, a wan smile on his handsome face. “Hi Trey, “Uncle Cliff said as he got close. Following behind were Cyril and Sebastian, to whom Uncle Cliff was soon introduced. Uncle Cliff sat quietly as he watched the trio dry themselves off, and then assist each other. Something about his nephew seemed changed; his mood seemed lighter, and his demeanor was positively playful. He liked seeing Trey like this, but he also had to admit he liked watching the cocks of Trey’s two companions bounce and sway. Unfortunately, the show was short lived, as Cyril and Sebastian had to go. They each gave a kiss goodbye to Trey, and wandered up the beach until they reached the trail to the street above. “I hope they remember to get dressed before they get up to the street,” Uncle Cliff said with a grin. “Those two could cause a major traffic pile up if they aren’t careful.” Trey smiled back at his uncle. “You don’t know the half of it Uncle Cliff, “Trey said as he lay down on his belly on the sand, still as naked as before. Uncle cliff just smiled…keeping what he did know to himself. Should he tell Trey? Only time would tell…
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Cliff could feel the cool dank of the cave as he stepped inside. There was also a certain familiarity, as he had returned to this very spot for more years than he liked to count. The sea air swept through, keeping the air from being too musty, and there was just enough light from some small crevice’s that made maneuvering about much simpler. He hadn’t remembered the ceiling being so low, as he tried to stand upright and banged his head slightly on the low ceiling. “Damn,” he muttered. The caused a slight laugh from the form in front of him. His beauty seemed to be ageless, as he was as attractive as the first time, they entered this space together. As the stars began to dissipate from his head, he noticed a perfect beam of light that crossed the man’s body from his left shoulder to his right thigh. Cliff wasn’t sure, but he was convinced that the beam was a bit brighter at his crotch, as the man’s slowly swelling dick seemed to almost have a halo about it. Cliff’s breath became shallow, and his mouth moist with anticipation. Cliff approached the man, as if being caught in some sexual tractor beam, and when he was but a few inches from the man, he dropped to his knees. The man took a step forward and presented his now fully engorged cock to Cliff’s parted lips. With a moan, Cliff allowed his slab of meat to slide between his lips. The man gently grabbed a handful of Cliff’s lush hair and pushed the last few inches into his waiting throat. He threw his head back and let out his own moan…uttering a single word. “Bellissimo, “the man said. Cliff began to flex the muscled in the back of his throat, milking the man’s cock head. His eyes trailed up the man’s solid, muscled body, as his eyes locked with the man he was pleasuring. A slight grin was upon his face, and his eyes told Cliff all he needed to know. He then began to suck the man’s cock with earnest; sliding his lips to the tip of the head and then forcing it all the way into the back of his throat. The man began to gently rock his hips forward and backward in a gentle thrusting motion, helping Cliff achieve the depth in his throat he seemed to be craving. The man began to pick up speed, and his breaths became short and shallow. Suddenly, the man pulled himself out of Cliff’s mouth, and reached down underneath Cliff’s arms, pulling him to his feet. The two locked lips with a hunger only compared to a pair whose love had been put on hold for a long time. This was their case…sort of. Not so much driven by love, but more lust. They knew that there was nothing more to their relationship than these encounters in a dark wet cave in Greece, but it was the assurance that the other would be there year after year that sustained them. No matter what, or who they met between trysts, each knew that the other would be there, and be as hungry as they for the carnal joys one man can give another. They continued to swap tongues, fervently grasping and groping each other’s body. It was the man who had the strength to break their lip lock and held Cliff’s head between his hands and looked deeply into his eyes. “I…suck…you…now, “the man muttered in broken English. Cliff smiled, nodded an affirmative, and the man sank to his knees and began to suck on Cliff’s now throbbing dick. The man moaned as he tried to replicate Cliff’s motions on his own dick moments before, but Cliff’s girth made it a challenge from the go. He began by gently stroking the massive meat as his mouth teased the head. Reaching behind himself he pulled out a bottle of poppers. Taking a break only to take a few deep inhales from the bottles contents, he then passed the bottle up to Cliff, who did the same. As if by magic the man’s throat seemed to open, as more of Cliff’s hard dick was able to take his cock down to the base. Both remained motionless for a moment, each allowing the other to acclimate to their current position. The man then began to suck Cliff deep and fast, each down stroke forcing his nose into Cliff’s bush. Cliff threw his head back in pleasure, and then leaned forward until his ripped arms were braced on the wall of the cave. He could still feel a slight trace of the man’s heat where he has been leaning moments before. Cliff felt himself thrusting into the man’s mouth, amazed that his beautiful squared jaw could take such a pounding. His hips were meeting each oncoming thrust with power, and he felt himself approaching the point of no return. He pulled out as the man had done to him, raised him to his feet and resumed the lip locking. Cliff then stopped and looked the b=man deep in his eyes. He saw the lust that had enveloped him as well, as the man smiled and turned to face the cave wall. Cliff bent and began to flick his wet tongue around the man’s puckered hole. The man let out a loud moan and reached back to grab the back of Cliff’s head, forcing him deeper into his quarry. Cliff responded by burrowing his tongue into his ass as deeply as he could, sending the man into a fit of convulsions that Cliff assumed to be a full orgasm. He reached up to grab the man’s dick, and was surprised to find it slick, but only with precum. He smiled to himself as he realized the internal orgasm he had caused. He continued his tongue’s onslaught, making the channel slick. The man was once again taking a few huge hits from his brown bottle and thrust his butt into Cliff’s face as he arched his back. Cliff took this as his go sign and stood up behind the man. He dribbled a trail of spit onto his hardened cock and placed the head at the man’s quivering hole. The man was taking large huffs from his brown bottle and was reaching that place of excitement he had only truly experienced in this cave with Cliff. Cliff gently pressed forward and felt the man’s pucker open up to his hammer hard cock. There was little resistance as Cliff slid inch after inch into the man’s hole. When it was deep inside the man’s ass, he forced him to turn his head back toward Cliff, and the two shared a bit more tongue play. The man’s eyes were slightly glassy; from the poppers or from Cliff’s cock, he didn’t know. But he did know that this fucking would have to last him for at least a year…until they could once again meet. Cliff sawed his cock in and out of the man’s muscled ass, backing up on each thrust Cliff gave him. He was braced against the wall with both hands, so Cliff reached around and took the mans hard dick in his right hand. The man slapped his hand away, and Cliff went back to bracing his hands on the man’s narrow hips. He knew that this pace, this tension, would soon be cut by one or both of their orgasms. The man went first. Cliff could feel the spasms in the man’s ass as he shot his wad all over the rocky cave wall. The sensation sent Cliff over the edge almost simultaneously, and his load coated the man’s insides. The two heaved and panted, locked together until the last possible moment. When the normal rhythm returned, Cliff began the torturous task of pulling his dick from the man’s insides. Once his bulbous head cleared the first sphincter with a pop, the man quickly dropped to his knees and cleaned his cock with his mouth. Once satisfied, he rose to his feet, and locked eyes with Cliff once more. He stepped forward and placed his right hand behind Cliff’s head and pulled him into a kiss. The world seemed to fall away once again…as it did their very first time together. The crudeness of the surroundings had long ago faded away, and the crags of the rock formation was like a temple, or a shrine. A shrine to their annual expressions of love. “I…love.you…” the man stammered at Cliff, looking deep in his eyes. Cliff felt a lump form in the back of his throat. “And I you, “he replied. “I wish you could be with me…always.” The man simply smiled. He caressed Cliff’s cheek and gave a gentle peck to his still moist lips. “Someday, “he said to Cliff, in effortless English that surprised even Cliff. “Someday soon.” And with a wink, he grabbed his towel and strolled out of the cave. Cliff stood for a moment, recalling every moment of their once again brief encounter. He also wondered if he had heard the man correctly. His final words were almost devoid of any trace of accent. He retrieved his own towel and strolled out of the cave again into the bright sunlight. “Someday soon, “he muttered to himself. He smiled and made his way to the water for a quick rinse.
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Tell me where to meet you and I'll come with my hole ready for your load.
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My boy and I were on vacation and went to a leather bar for a few beers. We saw a few sexy guys, and a couple of old trolls around, some in gear, some not. The bartender had an acne-scarred pockmarked face and a slightly gaunt appearance. There was one guy with white chest hair and a pot belly, which looked even more round with his harness. I asked my boy if he liked doing what I asked him to do, and he said yes. He can be pretty submissive. I asked him if he’d fuck any guy in the bar that I told him to pursue. He said yes. We joked about it over the next round of beers, talking about how he loved to be dominated, loudly enough that both the potbellied man and the bartender could hear. They exchanged looks. By that time, my we both had to take a piss. I let him go first so I could stay and watch our coats and ordered another round of beers. The potbellied man swaggered over to me, dressed in chaps, a leather jockstrap, and his harness. He told me he liked to play with couples. I asked him to follow me to the men's room when my boy came back. I was hatching a plan. My boy came a few seconds later. We downed our beers quickly as the man watched. I got up to do to the bathroom and the guy followed me. My boy raised his eyebrows as he saw the man following me, knowing something was up. The man locked the bathroom door after him and we were alone. He told me to kneel. He told me he loved dominating couples and he was looking forward to breeding my boy. He pulled his jock to the side and revealed a thick stubby uncut dick and furry balls. My mouth watered. He told me to swallow his cock. I did. His cock tasted rancid. He pulled out and spun around spreading his sagging ass cheeks. ‘Eat my hole,’ he commanded. His ass was sweaty and rank. I did as I was told, excited to see him dominate my boy, and myself, actually. The guy scooched his ass all over my face and then pulled away. ‘You’ll do,’ was all he said as he unlocked the door and tucked his cock back into his jock. I still had to take a piss and tried to pee into the trough despite my hard-on. When I left the bathroom, the bartender pulled me aside and said, ‘Be careful around that guy. He’s POZ and I know you were in there with him. Hope he didn’t cum in you…’ I shook my head, ‘no,’ and headed started to head back to the barstool. ‘I know he’s POZ because he POZZED me…’ My jaw dropped but my plan was getting more detailed… The man was chatting up my boy and had three beers there. He had his hand on my boy’s inner thigh and my boy was softly caressing his furry belly. My boy looked a little shy, wondering if I was ok with him talking so intimately with this stranger. I bent over to whisper in his ear, ‘This man is going to breed you,’ and I licked his ear. He just moaned and the man bent forward to kiss him hard on the mouth. I asked to pay our tab and the man told the bartender that I’d be paying his too. The bartender shook his head as he gave me the total. I paid him and we made a quick exit out the backdoor into a dimly lit parking lot. We walked a few steps and the fat guy put his hand on both our shoulders, ‘Kneel,’ he ordered. Me and my boy dropped to our knees on the hard asphalt and he looked at me. ‘Tell him to suck me off. Maybe he gives better head than you.’ I looked at my boy saying, ‘you heard the man. Suck his cock.’ My boy fished out his thick stubby dick and swallowed it down to the root. He cradled the man's big hairy balls. I fished out my dick and started jerking off. When the man’s dick was hard and slippery with spit, he nodded to me saying, ‘It’s time. Bend him over, spread his cheeks, and get his hole wet.’ I lifted my boy to his feet and pulled down his jeans, leaned him against a brick wall. I lapped at my boy’s hole, opening it with my fingers and smearing spit inside, to lube him up for the POZ strangers thick cock. I realized that I knew he was POZ but hadn’t told my boy. This was such a turn on. The man shoved me out of the way and lined himself up, ready to slide into my submissive boy. ‘The nice man is going to fuck you now. Let him use you,’ I moaned into my boy’s ear. The fat man surprised me by rolling a rubber onto his cock. He winked at me. As the stranger entered him, I cradled my boy’s head in my arms. He looked up at me and grunted, ‘Anything for you…’ ‘He might have knocked you up, boy, but he’s wearing a rubber’ My boy just looked up at me with wide eyes and nodded. I knew he preferred to be fucked raw, but we weren’t in charge, and there was a POZ cock deep in his hole. The man grunted as he slid balls deep into my boy. I could hear his hole squelching with my spit. The man fucked my boy for a few minutes as my boy fisted his own hard cock. I knelt down and sucked my boy’s dick. I lapped at his balls and even the spot where the stranger’s cock was splitting him open as it entered him. The man held his fingers at the base of the condom and kept fucking my boy. Every time he pulled back, the rubber rolled up more and more. I kept my tongue at that spot, helping the condom ride higher and higher until it cam completely off in my mouth. I stood up and smiled at my boy, the used rubber in my teeth as the man pounded his raw POZ cock into my boy. My boy’s eyes widened. The man picked up his pace and I heard the back door of the bar open. I looked over and saw the bartender with a bag of trash. He just shook his head at me, but I waved him over. ‘When the fat man is done, would you like to breed my boy?’ The bartender smirked at me and nodded. The man started to cum, and without asking either of us, bred him deeply. He slammed into my boy and stayed deep, filling him up with POZ seed. He started to go soft quickly and pulled out. The bartender had released his own cock, longer but thinner than the fat man. He slid right into my boy who clenched his eyes and teeth and took him without and sign of approval or resistance, another raw cock that he didn’t know was toxic. The bartender looked so hot, his skinny hips and sagging ass swaying as he pounded my boy, about to fill him up with more nasty seed. The fat man pointed to his slimy soft cock and told me to clean it. I gladly did so, filling my mouth with ass juice and POZ seed. He brought his palm to my lip. ‘Spit!,’ he ordered. I did, hocking the slime ball into my hand. He spread my cheeks with his free hand shoved his cummy fingers into my ass. ‘You wanted this. Don’t lie…’ I just nodded and let him force some of his cum into me. The bartender picked up his pace and drilled my boy as the fat man fingered me. I shot my load on the ground as the bartender shot his POZ cum into my boy’s guts. The bartender pulled out and pulled his jeans down, removing his jockstrap. My boy was still leaning against the wall, legs spread as far as the pants at his ankles would let him. There was a thick stream of white spooge leaking out of his ass. The bartender winked at me and tossed his jockstrap to the fat man. The man grinned at me and jammed the jockstrap into my boy’s gaping hole. ‘Get dressed, and don’t show your faces around here again.’ The bartender headed in and the potbellied stranger walked away into the darkness. We fumbled with our clothes and headed back to the hotel. Hand in hand, my boy put his head on my shoulder. I felt conflicted. I had told him to let these men bareback him without letting him know their gifted status. ‘Babe,’ I whispered. ‘Those men… They were both POZ. Are you ok with that?’ ‘They bartender told me they were both POZ while you were blowing that leather daddy in the bathroom. It is so hot that you thought I didn’t know!’ To be continued???
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Who is planing on going camping memorial day weekend and where you planing......I know IML is a big deal but something different for a change would be nice!!!! I am headed to CampIT grounds in Michigan!!!! I went last year and OMG, once the sun goes down the woods become everyones little play area....during the day some guys love to open up their tents and give a show. Best part was a Sunday night foam party talk about wet and wild. If you going somewhere or know of great gay camp grounds share your story below.
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Love outdoor sex, but haven't had much of it lately, sans the occasional back yard or pool fuck --does anyone have suggestions for moderately safe (e.g. no police harassment, low risk of arrest) places in Metro Atlanta where consenting adults can breed outside? Thanks!
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This story was included in another posting by Nemesis elsewhere on this site. I've copied it here to afford it wider readership. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Prey by Kevin Ryan kev_ryan25@yahoo.co.uk I used to be normal, just an average young man living an ordinary, dull life. That is, until I went for late night stroll, and found a new world of lust, strength and the night. The full moon was on display on a warm summer night. Always a troubled sleeper, I decided to take a walk around the local area. I came across a woodland area that I knew from my childhood days, and, feeling adventurous and very horny, plucked up the courage to strip and wank off in a suitably subdued spot. As I walked around to find the right place, I heard a strange sound. My ears were surely playing tricks - it sounded like a howl, followed by grunting and growling. This was England, and we're not supposed to have anything like wolves, but it sounded so wild and eerie. Despite obviously being an animal, it had a human quality that raised goose bumps. I wrestled with the notion of running home, but something about the sound fascinated me. Curiosity having got the better of me, I ventured on tiptoe in the direction of the noises. I reached the end of the tree line and saw a clearing. The moon was incredibly bright and nearly full, so I had no trouble seeing. The air had electricity, vibrating with energy. I felt the hair go up at the back of my neck. But that was nothing compared to what I saw. A tall, naked man aged maybe 40-50, with a massive chest and protuding nipples was standing upright in full view. His pecs were so big his nipples pointed down. The rest of him was muscular and perfectly proportioned with his considerable height. He had short greying hair, and a moustache. Once I had taken all this in, I dared to look further down. His penis was massive. It jutted out angrily, straining upwards in search of relief towards the moon. Even from a distance, I could see it pulse, and the veins protruded out. His balls were huge and hung down between his muscular thighs. He was like a wild animal, displaying his superiority. I was incredibly turned on from this display, but also freaked out as to why he was out there. I felt my erection growing, and was desperate to relieve myself, but before I had the chance to do anything, he lifted his head up released a powerful howl. He sniffed the air, and glared towards me. His eyes were glowing yellow, and I saw his teeth reflect the moonlight. But they weren't ordinary teeth - They were fangs. I was by now terrified and considered making a run for it, when he crouched down on his powerful thighs and pounced at least 15 metres towards me. He surely wasn't human and I had no time to react. He landed in front of me, growled and licked his lips. Grabbing hold of me with his huge hands and supernatural strength, he clamped his jaw on my neck and sunk his fangs into me. Utterly helpless, I simply gave in and waited for death. Instead, weird images and sensations flooded my head: fucking, the smell of sex and sweat, of wolves howling. My dick got even harder, as he unleashed it from my jeans and jerked me off. I quickly shot a huge load over his thighs. I collapsed to my knees, as the man who had attacked me shoved his huge cock in my mouth. Fucking my throat with a ferocity I had never experienced, I could barely cope with its size. He soon erupted in my mouth, forcing me to swallow most of it; the rest spilled down the sides of my mouth. He shuddered with orgasmic joy, as I could see the sweat glisten on his massive chest. He howled once more, and strode off into the night. Confused, drained, and excited, I staggered home. Collapsing into bed fully clothed, I had forgotten that he had bit me on the neck. There was no pain, and I was too disorientated to really care. Waking up the next morning, I was still freaked out by what I saw and experienced, but as I did not appear to suffer any ill effects, I tried to put it behind me, though I did enjoy a satisfying wank remembering his stunning body. Would I go out and look for him again? It turns out I did not have much of a choice. Feeling restless and snappy all day, which only increased as evening drew closer. I found myself pacing my house, unable to shake a feeling of being drawn somewhere. I tried drinking myself to submission, but that just got me more annoyed and aggressive. Eventually I gave up and went to bed. I actually managed to sleep, but my dreams took me back to those disjointed images I had experienced last night. I saw the man from the woods, surrounded by a circle of naked, muscular men in wolf-masks, chanting something unrecognisable. The man was tied up, and crouching over a stone with a design at its centre. He seemed less muscular than when I saw him, and his cock was normal size. He was covered in some weird design, which I couldn't make out, but I got the impression that it was blood. He let out a scream which made me wake with a start, covered in sweat, panting, with my heart beating incredibly fast. My cock was rock-hard and I knew I had to do something. The clock said it was only 11.30. I fell out of bed, grabbed some clothes and made my way out. I didn't really know where I was going, but I found myself taking the same route as last night. I was still panting and sweating, and I must have looked seriously disturbed to anyone that saw me. I didn't care; something was making me go back to the woods. Once I arrived, I made my way to the clearing where that damn man had been. Sure enough he was there again, that magnificent display of muscle and cock, and those weird animal sounds coming from him. Only, he wasn't alone. The men from my dreams surrounded him. They were all hulks of muscle and displaying massive erections, but they looked very sinister. Something clicked in my head, and I found myself approaching the circle. A gap formed to let me through. Again, my cock was straining to be released, and my body felt like it was on fire. Two of the men came up to me and ripped my clothes off. My cock was nowhere near as big as theirs, but I didn't care, it felt so good to be naked, the moon shining on me. One of them took me in his mouth and sucked ferociously. My brain boiled with lust, as another went behind me and licked my arsehole. It would not be long before I shot cum everywhere, but before I could, two of them pinned my arms together, and lifted me onto the stone from my dream. All the while my cock was straining angrily, almost as if had a life of its own. They covered my torso and back with the design I recognised from my dream. Another one of the men passed me a wooden cup. Containing what smelt like blood and spunk. One side of my brain was telling me to get the hell out of here, but something more primal, and instinctual pushed me into drinking from the cup. My throat felt like it was on fire, as the chanting grew heavier and more fevered. I dropped on all fours, as I felt my body undergoing a transformation. My cock strained up to my belly, and seemed to grow in length and girth. It was rock hard, and angry. The head, which was glistening with pre-cum, was massive and purple. The shaft red, and bulging with veins. My balls doubled in size and filled with cum, waiting to explode. The rest of my body was also transforming: I felt my skin stretch as my muscles grew and bulged like my cock. I felt the fat sweat out of me, replaced with taut, firm muscles. My arse became the perfect bubble butt, and my tits developed a deep cleft. My stomach reformed with a sharp six-pack, as my thighs and calfs swelled. My biceps strained with power. I had never felt so alive, and raw. I was full of strength and aggression. I needed to fight, to wrestle, and rut with any of them - all of them. I knew what I was meant for. But the men were not finished with me. I glanced up at my initiator, who grinned a lustful and hungry smile. His yellow eyes shone in the darkness. I would be his. I looked down to his cock, it was bigger than mine, and I realised that I wanted him to fuck me. I had never been fucked before, and I knew that humongous cock would tear me apart, and I couldn't wait. He growled at me, as if he knew what I was thinking. Crouched down and tied up, my newfound muscles bulging with power, and my monstrous cock dripping precum, I was nearly over the edge. Any rational, human thought had ceased in my brain. The circle of men began masturbating their equally large cocks as they continued their chanting. I sensed that the ritual may be drawing to a close, as my mentor came up to me. We snapped and growled at each other, as I strained against my bonds with ever increasing fury. He played with my nipples, twisting and slapping them. One by one, the circle climaxed and began to cum, huge arcs splashing all over us. I was doused in it. Another cup was shoved in front of my face, and I eagerly drank it dry. I felt my cock grow another inch, and my muscles expand even more. I had reached my breaking point. In a howl of anger and lust, I ripped by bonds apart, and leapt for my man. We tore into each other, rolling around on the grass, punching, biting - the sound of hard flesh slapping, the smell of blood, cum and sweat overpowering me. I had to fuck him, to be fucked now, or I should surely explode. He wrestled me into submission, climbing on to my back. He spat on his giant cock, and began to finger me roughly, teasing my asshole. I writhed about in lust, but he managed to find my enlarged prostate. He pressed on it which sent unbelievable sensations through my body. My cock jumped and gulped, getting even bigger. In my near-animal state, I growled at him to fuck me. He needed no more invitation. He lubed my cock with some of the globules of spunk around us and rammed his cock up to my arsehole. There was little resistance, as I seemed to have greater control over my body. I willed my arsehole to expand, and we both howled in ecstasy. The world seemed to disappear from my consciousness. We were making unholy noises, but I did not care. my insides were being pushed apart by this monstrosity. I didn't care. It was the best feeling I had ever experienced in my life. It did not take long for both of us to reach what was going to be an almighty climax. I felt his cock enlarge, as he urgently pumped into me. Suddenly, he exploded and shot his cum deep into me, letting out a massive roar. This tipped me over the edge, as my cock, which looked about to burst, shot out cum again and again. It felt like several orgasms at one. We fell apart, as both of us began to convulse. I could feel the final stage of my new life begin. My skin rippled, as hair began to push out of the folicles. My mouth stretched outwards into a muzzle, as tooth became fang. My hands changed shape, to be more paw-like, with long, hard claws. My body became even more muscular, even muscles I did not know I had pushed out of me. My cock became hard again, with the sheer ecstasy of my new form. The change was over in a matter of minutes, and I was dimly aware of my new wolf-lover transforming. He truly was a magnificent animal. I could not wait to mount him this time. We leapt at each other as the change was completed, as I shoved my cock into his eager arse. Biting at his back, we holwed in unison. I had found my soul-mate, my alpha male. That was two years ago. My old life dissappeared from my consciousness. Although we only became wolf during the full moon, my body was forever changed after that night. I soon learnt that it was our job to recruit fresh meat into our wolf-pack - a task I was more than ready to take up.
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My boy and I had a three-day weekend and decided to get away from our stifling apartment. We used our frequent flier miles to fly to South Beach for the weekend. He's been whoring out his asshole for a little over a year now, and has taken countless POZ loads. Sharing his sweet pussy with strangers really gets both of us off, especially when they may be POZ. We arrived at our hotel, checked in, unpacked, and showered. Before changing into our trunks, I ate his ass for a long while and lubed it up just in case anyone should want a piece of it. We hopped in the rental car and headed north to a gay beach I had read about online. There were other guys around, all clothed, shit, but lots of space between people sitting in the sand. We staked out our spot and raced to the water. As soon as we were waist deep, I kissed my boy all over, stuck my hands in his shorts, and started fingering his hole. After splashing around for a few minutes, we returned to our towel to relax. I suggested my boy hop out of his trunks and relube just in case the seawater had washed it out. He grinned wickedly. He reached into his bag and pulled out the lube, as well as a big dildo he likes to use to loosen his hole up before parties. Although I kept my shorts on, my cock was already hard and I knew there would be a wet spot seeping through the nylon as I began to ooze precum. With my boy on his back, fingering his hole and teasing it with the tip of the dildo, I kept an eye out for guys who might want in on this. After a few minutes, an older balding greek-looking guy with a furry chest and a bit of a belly hanging over his speedos approached. His jaw dropped. As he got closer, he slowed down. We're never picky about who gets their cock in my boy's hole, so my boy kept up the show. The guy stopped and pulled down his shorts enough to show a tiny cock with even tinier balls. He walked closer and knelt down. I reached for his dick, and I guess it freaked him out. As soon as I wrapped my hand around his dick, he came instantly. I scooped his load up in my hand as he snapped the waistband up over his pitiful little dick and ran away. Oh well. More free lube, the best kind. I pulled the dildo out of my boy's hole and slicked it up with the geek guy's cum and shoved it back it. My boy kept his show on as I worked my dick through my shorts. After what seemed like hours, a real hottie in long board shorts strolled into view. He was tanned with wavy brown hair and a bit of curly chest hair spread across his wide pecs. I though, damn, a fine body like that and he's hiding most of it with those long shorts! He slowed down as he passed by, smirked, and kept walking. Another one got away. By now, my dick was aching to cum. I slipped off my shorts, rolled my boy over onto his knees and started eating out his hole. As I was about to slide in, out of the corner of my eye, I saw that our stud had returned. I repositioned myself to slide my cock into my boy's slobbering mouth. I leaned forward and spread my boy's asscheeks, inviting the handsome stranger to dive in. The stranger got down on his knees and spit onto his fingers, then inserting one then two in my boy's stretched hole. The stranger fumbled with the laces on his boardshorts until they were loose enough to pull his impressive uncut cock out. He pulled his fingers out of my boy's hole and spit again, lubing up his cock. He slid in slowly as my boy moaned on my dick. With each thrust, the stranger picked up his pace and with each thrust, the shorts fell lower and lower around his hips. I could now see his beautiful hairy balls slapping against my boy's slutty ass. The stranger hadn't spoken a word, and seemed to be having a good time. He slid all the way in and then paused. He looked up at me, his gorgeous green eyes filled with lust. He asked, with a sexy indeterminate European accent, “Are you certain you are okay with this? Can I give him my cum?” “Hell, yes!” I replied. By then the stranger's boardshorts were puddled around his knees. My boy was backing up now to meet each raw thrust. I saw a red cross on the stranger's right thigh. “Swiss?,” I asked. “Yes. And POZ.” Fuck yeah. That's what I like!!!! My boy pulled his velvety lips off of my cock and swung his head around to catch a glimpse of this sexy Swiss stud for the first time and began pleading, “Please give me your load. Please. Please.” The stranger didn't respond with a word, but picked up his pace, working his dick all the way in, then pulling almost all the way out, then slamming forward. Over and over and over. Finally, with beads of sweat running down his beautiful chest, he lunged forward and groaned. I knew he was planting a toxic load deep in my boy's raw vulnerable hole. I couldn't help from cumming instantly. My load landed all over my boy's face and in his gaping mouth as he fisted his own hardon, spurting his juice all over the towel beneath him. The stranger smiled and pulled up his shorts over his sticky still-hard cock, said “Thank you,” and simply walked away. I dove into my boy's sticky pussy, puffy and red from its abuse. I fingered out a bit of cum, lapped it up onto my tongue, spun my boy around, and kissed him, passing the stranger's POZ cum into his mouth. I was tempted to go back for more, but wanted to leave some to simmer up there, keeping him loose and slick for more action, just in case. -
He laid there. Covered in his sleeping bag. His face was the only thing that was sticking out. His eyes were closed. He was sleeping contently. The glowing moon light highlighted his blond hair. He was laying next to me inside the tent. Damn, I was all hot and bothered and wanted to just jump his ass at that moment. Our day hike in the mountains must have worn him out. As I laid there with my hand propping my head up, I saw some movement in his sleeping bag. He was rubbing his crotch and stroking his cock. Damn, he must have been on to me. Because before I knew it, his eyes opened and he gave me that hot and bothered look. The warm night was arousing both of us. He lifted his opened sleeping bag in a motion for me to slide over next to him. We were groping. Entangled naked flesh. Stroking each others cocks and balls. There was nipple tweaking and some hot passionate kissing. His firm ass was on the for front of my mind. I couldn't help but grab a hand full of his ass cheeks. He moaned at that jester. "You want some of my ass man?" he whispered to me. Why he was whispering was beyond me. We were in the middle of no where. "I sure would!" He flipped on his side and he was moving his ass against my throbbing cock. Oh it felt damn good. Inch by inch it crept between his ass cheeks and worked it's way toward his warm moist sweaty man hole. This was roughing it and I'm sure he had a dirty ass, but that didn't stop me. My already enormous pre cum-covered cock head was snaking and poking into his hole. He opened his hole up further and further as I tried to break open the barrier. My right arms just wrapped around his chest. I gave his neck a sloppy love bite. He cocked his head sideways to meet my mouth and we embraced with some more kissing. My cock just inched into his nice smooth hole with ease. I couldn't believe that I was in his ass without lube or spit. It felt so damn good! I wanted to stay all night in his ass. But he was doing this rocking motion thing that just stroked my cock. He was milking my cock with his firm ass muscles. Yeah, he knew what he was doing. my cock was feeling the friction and was twice the size. I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold back. I think he just jacked my cock with his firm ass once too many. I just spilled my seed into his hot ass without warning. He let go a slow moan. He must have felt the warm cum bath his inner ass. I was firm and rigid and continued to push my load deep into his ass. I definitely saw stars when I shot into him. We laid there for a few minute and he whispered to me that it was his turn.
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This was salvaged from Bugshare.net, the 'Strictly Stories' section. ************************************************************ I ride my bike regularly. Besides giving me the cardio to compliment time spent at the gym, it's the perfect way to cruise woodsy public areas down by the river. I can ride there and then ride off road too - into the flat wooded areas and all around. Being on a bike is a much more natural cover than parking and walking out into the woods in street clothes. Bike wear also works well for cruising. While I am riding and not hard is one thing. When I get off my bike and get a boner - watch out! I am blessed with a full eight inch dick and bike shorts look profane trying to contain me. My light grey cotton / spandex are downright nasty, and when I wear them I have to be careful not to get a big precum spot (which takes forever to dry). So this one weekday mid-afternoon, I was out and about walking my bike on paths through the cruising woods, passing two hot guys in their 20's. Although I am in good shape, as I'm in my late 30's I was not in league with the two guys. Moreover, I am very careful when in public. While I love hot anonymous outdoor sex, the idea of getting caught tamps down any thrill of exhibitionism offers me, so generally I find myself preferring one-on-one encounters as there's always a chance a passive spectator might actually be a vice cop. I should add my sense of courtesy extends to other men who are hooking up, so my tendency is to move along rather than be a lecherous voyeur. All this aside, I was quite surprised when I realized the two guys were following me. And kept following. The paths wound around, forked and then merged, so before long I figured their pursuit had some purpose. Now, I had been cruising along the river for a number of years, and never had I been pursued by a couple. As I was in the lead, I found a private spot where I pulled over to the side of the path ostensibly to let them pass . . . or whatever. Much to my surprise the couple stopped right next to me. One guy looked to be about 27, which was slighly older than the other guy. The older guy had light brown hair and was generally cute in the looks department. He was wearing long pants and a polo shirt, but I could reaily see his body was that of a lithful 27 year old. an still see he has a lithe 27 year-old's body to match. The other guy was younger, maybe 25. He's wearing just a wifebeater and some flimsy gym shorts, and he was hot His hair was dark and curly, and his body was solid sporting a natural (not plastic looking) musculature and a slightly god-like quality. FUCK. The hunt can be half the fun, and having these two young men standing so close after having followed me through the woods has me already a little shaky with excitement. The summertime humidity weighs heavy. The sense of man musk and expectation weigh even heavier. The fully clothed guy reaches out and caresses my rock hard dick through my bike shorts. We are all vigilant to make sure we're alone. He reaches down in my shorts and grabs my whole package. I pull back the spandex and out flops all eight now-leaking inches, my balls, everything. Sort of quietly he says to me, "I want you to fuck my friend while I watch." FUCK. Now normally what goes on in the woods is jacking off and maybe oral. For me it's been no exception. I've jacked off with countless guys. I've been blown by a few and blown quite a few myself. Maybe I'm reckless, but I've always trusted my mouth and digestive system to kill any hiv, and so far I haven't been disappointed. There was one guy with the enormous 10 inch cock I blew on two separate occasions. Both times I took him to completion and swallowed. Both times he asked if I worried about not being safe. Both times I told him I didn't normally swallow but I couldn't resist his beautiful cock. Anyway, now how could I resist this offer? Dark-haired muscle boy pulls off his elastic-waisted shorts (no underwear!), peels off his tank, and now - completely naked except for his shoes - he bends over to present his perfect ass and pucker to me. I get it that the slightly older guy is 'in charge' setting up this scene, and that they have hunted me down for this. My dick is in his hand as he guides me to his buddy's ass. He rubs my sticky precum-covered head across the sweet little hairless hole. He spits in his hand and rubs it down my cockshaft. He hawks another gob and pushes it in muscle boy's asshole to wet the way. He guides my dick towards the spot and urges me forward. As I slowly press in, he goes for spit a few more times to slick my disappearing shaft. Before I know it, all my eight inches is buried down to my balls in this demi-god's ass - completely bare, and with nothing but spit and precum for lube. 'Control' boy steps back to watch. I grab his hips at each side of this bottom's muscular ass. My head swims with the heat and the vision of me here - still fully clothed and about to fuck this guy bareback. I start a slow withdrawal and then press back in again. I pull out almost all the way and let my now free-flowing precum coat his outer ring. Pushing all the way in I cause him to jump as I hit bottom. Oh yeah. Developing a rhythm, I start to plow him but good. Now I have this problem. I can get overexcited and it makes it hard for me to cum. This whole scene was happening some years ago long before I read any bareback porn stories like the ones on this site. So it really blew my mind when 'control' boy started in talking dirty saying I should cum in his boys ass. "Shoot a your load in him . . . Come on lube him up for me. I want to feel your sperm in his ass." FUCK. Now I understand the setup. And I have to admit to being overexcited. WAY overexcited ! I fuck that boy long and hard. I want to cum so bad and he wants my cum and 'control' boy is urging me to cum. I grab a handful of lat muscle in each hand and fuck with everything I have. It is excruciating relief when I finally blast my load deep inside this boy's muscle ass. No doubt I spew every drop of sperm I had plus some that I am not even finished producing yet. I spend everything I have up his ass. The hot fucking friction I felt changes to slippery heaven as my cock luxuriates in its own juice. I would have enjoyed staying there, but the other two are still in full heat and wanting to cum too. 'Control boy', still fully-clothed except for his twitching hard-on and balls outside of his zipper, urges me aside. Fully-clothed, he takes my place with his dick aimed to penetrate his naked friend's ass. His friend says, " Be careful, that fucking tore me up. " I blush to myself. My sperm leaking out allows 'control boy' to bury his fat seven incher in one smooth stroke. He pulls back out and thrusts all the way back in. Just a few strikes and it all ends rather quickly. No doubt the heat of the situation and my big load swirling around his cock takes 'control boy' right over the edge. He drives deep and cries out (shhh we're in public !) as he blasts his load in that beautiful bare ass. The naked demi-god straightens up and - still impaled on 'control boy's' cock - he jacks his load something like four feet out onto the forest floor. FUCK. That was the nastiest dirtiest sex I'd ever seen up to that point. (snap) My softening cock goes back in my bike shorts. I climb on my bike and ride off, never to see them again. If I did, I would not recognize them anyway.
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