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A friend and I had entered an underwear contest during the Folsom weekend and we got a free pass to Steamworks. We decided to use it for lights out on Monday night this week. We got there kind of early because I couldn’t stay out too late with it being a work night. Most of the evening was pretty mellow with not much action or much of a crowd. There was a very handsome black man with a trimmed beard and nicely defined chest who was sitting frequently on a bench in the back near the dark rooms. When I commented on his appearance to my friend (who’s a top), he stated “oh he’s a bottom”. After that I sort of dismissed him, although every time I walked by I would think about how handsome he was! Each time we’d pass each other, we always end up making eye contact. Towards the end of my time when I knew I had to leave, I decided to do one more walk through. When walking through the dark area, I noticed he had positioned himself pretty close to the fuck bench and he was now stroking his impressive member. We made eye contact and I was again drawn by his looks. At this point I said “what the hell!” and went over and grabbed his dick. There were other men starting to circle and I knew if I didn’t move someone else would. I still wasn’t sure if he was a top or bottom as he grabbed my dick and we started stroking each other. He got down on his knees to suck me, and I thought “damn he’s a bottom! “ when he stood up, I reciprocated and started sucking on that beautiful member of his! I was still hoping that he’d turned out to be at least versatile as I sucked his beautiful 8 inches tonguing and mouthing his head all while rubbing his taut stomach and hairy chest. He pulled me to my feet, flipped me around, and pushed me over the fuck bench. In one stroke he entered me and I had my confirmation! He fucked hard while going deep and making a circular motion while in my hole. I felt intense happiness as his cock throbbed and unloaded.... The extreme pleasure of having just been loaded by a guy who I really wanted! As he pulled out and walked away, I realize that the crowd that had been watching him had stayed to watch us fuck. A husky black guy was cock ready. I looked and turned back around, leaning over. He also fucked me hard holding onto my shoulders and pulling me back to slam on his hard rod. He unloaded quickly and deep. Feeling much more satisfied than I had a half an hour ago, I got my stuff and exited; ready for a good nights sleep.
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Exhibitionist/Fuck Show play at Ft. Lauderdale guest house
Guest posted a topic in Miami / Ft. Lauderdale / South Florida
Staying at a pervy gay guesthouse in Ft. Lauderdale the weekend of Sept. 21 and 22 for late night group boning on the pool deck, porn, poppers, toys, party, etc. Love breeding fuckhole in front of a horny audience stroking their cocks. Love walking around naked with a silicone sound jammed down rock hard my cock and 6" of it flipping around out of my piss slit. Wanna play?
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Heading to Vegas for the weekend of May 18 through the 20th. Anyone have any ideas or advice about the best places to be used as a cumdump? Love sex in public and back rooms. Heading to Hawks on Saturday for Cumunion. Thanks for the help!
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The last week I rose early and headed to Central Park in Burnaby, wearing shorts for easy access. I pulled into the parking lot which was dark, and only one car was parked there. I parked somewhat distant from the car, got out, walked in to the trees, stopped, removed my shorts and lubed my ass, then walked across from the lone car. Spotting a a shadow, I walked a little further, the other man following me. Stopping by a tree, my face to the tree, I presented my ass. The man stepped behind me, exploring my ass, playing with my cheeks and hole. I inched backwards until my ass met his hard cock. Reaching back, I took his cock in my hand, finding it nice and thick, so I guided it into my hole. The guy pumped vigorously, lasting only about five minutes before he came, pulling out after his load was lodged in my ass. I thought he was done, but to my surprise his cock began poking me yet again. I welcomed the chance to get fucked a second time, but realized something felt different, and that's when I realized the top was a different man, one with a longer cock. This man also pumped my ass, but much more aggressively than the first guy, moaning as he came in my hole. As the second guy finished-up, I saw another man lurking nearby, so I motioned lurker over. My ass was on fire! This new guy was wanking his cock, which was of an average size, apparently conflicted about fucking my ass, but eventually entered me and dumped a big load, again in my hole. I love this place!. I will return next week!
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Given all the good times I've had there, I headed for The Pit. As I climbed the stairs, some hunky dudes walked past. I recognized a Leather Dude with big stash and a drug-fucked Boy clinging to his arm. The Kid was grinning ear to ear. I was sure he wouldn't be grinning so, if he knew what Mr. Poz had in store for him. Overall the drug-fucked ones are the best to take advantage of. They willingly do all the nasty shit, then blame it on the drugs. ‘Yeah, right!’ After paying at the front desk, they buzzed me in. The guys behind the desk are nice (in more ways than one), but don't mix with the clientele as much as the old staff did. I noticed lots of guys hangin' in the TV room and others near the entrance—to put the make on Newbies cuming in. The Sling Room was filled with the usual Sleazy Sluts flaunting well stretched Pussy. I lingered at the back room door to let my eyes adjust. Inside guys clutched Poppers like their lives depended on it, while sliding into well-fucked Asses to the accompaniment of funky, squishy rhythms. One Fag in the corner confided to the lanky shadow feeling up his Crack that he didn't take it raw. But minutes later, like all the other Pigs, he was spreading his Ass Cheeks, begging to be fucked. A real sleazy guy tried to screw me, but couldn't get it up. I get all misty-eyed when guys can't shoot cause of the shit flowin' in their veins. I headed upstairs to the Glory Holes. A middle-aged, paunchy guy approached me. "Hey, Pretty Boy, cum with me; and I'll show ya a good time." I thought to myself, 'Yeah, sure,' and answered curtly, "No thanks. I'm busy." The obnoxious Fuck persisted, his hands roaming where they had no right to be. "I told you I'm not interested!" The final straw came when he grabbed my arm and dragged me down the hall. That, in and of itself, was not offensive, cause I've dealt with abusive types before, though I hadn't pegged that guy for one; he resembled more your typical married bi. I glanced at the bystanders, pleading with my eyes, 'Jeez, guys, I sure could use some help.' But no one wanted to get involved. I again reiterated, “I'M NOT IN-TRIS-TID!!!” He responded that I would be once I saw what was in his pants. I considered going with the Fart just to call his bluff, but he pissed me off—so I kicked him in the shin. He screamed like a banshee. "YOU S.O.B ! YOU CRAZY?" I leaned in real menacingly. "I think I am. So please don't piss me off!" He stormed off in a huff. For the next few minutes I expected to hear my name on the P.A; but then again, he’d started it. I entered one of the Glory Hole booths and checked out all Poppers bottles littering the floor. Guys get in such a tizzy when having sex; they end up leaving stuff around. I peered through the Glory Hole. A bearded POZ TOP was face-fucking a Young Twink. The Top recognized me and pushed the Kid’s Cock through. I had no doubt my friend was fucking him. The more I thought about that POZ Cock gliding in and out of the Kid’s tight Hole, the harder I sucked, and got rewarded by a creamy Load of Boy Spooge gushing down my throat. The Punk withdrew and left the booth. I asked my Pal if he'd bred the Kid. Of course. I unlatched the door and dropped some tokens in the slot. One totally hot Dude stepped in and turned me round. He tried to penetrate my Ass, but got only semi-hard. Oh, well. I sucked the Hunk and bred his Ass before walking out on him. I decided to cruise around the Club, and chatted with an Old Fart sitting in the lounge. He was from the states and had been POZ for 20 years. I love to talk to guys like that. They have so many hot stories to share. I made my way towards the john where a slim, dark-haired Kid was fucking a Pierced Pig. A group of rowdy comrades egged him on. A POZ Dude approached the Young Man from behind. Surrounded by the raucous throng, the Kid was trapped. The POZ Dude grabbed him by the hips and slammed into him. The Kid, in turn, plowed nonstop up the Pierced Pig's Butt. After 10 minutes or so, the Youth cried out, "OH, YEAH!" The POZ Dude twisted the Youth's Nips and unloaded up his Ass. The Man withdrew and kissed the Boy, to distract him from the next Vulture stealing up. That's where I left it. I knew what was gonna happen next. It was gonna be a feeding frenzy, from which the Young Man would likely not emerge UNSCATHED. I exited toward the shower stalls, surveying yet another Bareback Orgy—guys sliding in one slicked-up Ass after another. A hot young Twink (very slutty and fucked up) approached. "What are you into?" He didn’t recognize me. "I'm kinda new at this," I lied. God, I love it when they're so out of it their memories get fucked up. I mean we'd chatted several times before. "Forget it..." were his final words, as he stomped off to the showers—to get fucked by whomever came along. The guy from the back room traipsed in—the one who didn’t take it 'raw.' I don't know what had happened to him, but his eyes had glassy look. He walked up to a Muscle Butt, begging to be fucked. Only the Muscle Butt ignored his Ass, since he only bottomed. I headed back to the Glory Hole booths where I sucked and fucked till early morn. One Skinhead got his fist in me with just the Cum already up my Cunt for Lube. No, I don't remember what he looked like; and I don’t care. I love anonymous sex—the riskier the better. If it's raw and anonymous, it gets me off. That's all that matters. As I exited the Club I recognized yet another Youth entering The Pit—a real sexy looking Blonde decked out in denim. He looked like he'd been out dancing. I don't know his name; but he goes there quite a lot—as many of the bar types do. They drop in after the bars close for their nightly fix of POISON JIZZ.
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An old fuck buddy texted me yesterday and suggested dinner. i had nothing planned so i agreed and we had a nice dinner at this casual spot in town that he knew but i had never been to before. We lingered over coffee and chatted, catching up on old times. Then we got into his car and he drove us to some bar i had never been to before, but obviously he had. The place was moderately crowded -- older crowd, a bunch of guys in their 40s and 50s but all in really good shape. Since i am much younger, i had never been there. Every dude in the place seemed to know my bud -- a lot of greetings as we walked in. "Hey Frank." "Good to see you again, Frank." "Where you been, Frank?" That kinda shit. Frank strode across the room to the bar, ordered a couple of beers and then he and i retreated to a corner of the back of the room and continued our chatting. Before long, Frank's friends started to come on over to chat. Frank was good about introducing me to his friends, but since they generally were talking about people that i didn't know or events that i had not participated in, i was kind of left out of the loop. After a while, i suspect so i wouldn't feel too out of it, Frank started fondling my ass while he as chatting with his buds. Eventually he went from fondling my ass to unbuttoning the top couple of buttons of my jeans, reaching down the back of my 501s and fingering my cunt -- first one finger, then eventually two. All the while Frank is engaging in conversation with his buds. No one is paying attention to me, and seemingly not to Frank finger fucking me. But i am getting aroused, to say the least. Finally, my panting, and gasping for air, and the spreading precum stain on my jeans is becoming noticeable. One of Frank's buds asks, "This bitch a good fuck?" "Prime," says Frank. "Twenty bucks if you let me fuck it in the toilet." Frank nods and the dude pulls out his wallet and hands Frank a twenty. i can hardly believe what is happening. Frank stuffs the twenty into the pocket of his jeans, pulls his fingers out of my ass and presents them to me to clean off. i suck on his fingers and clean them off. Frank looks at me, nods his head in the direction of the toilet and i follow the dude in that direction. The dude doesn't even bother to go into a stall. He forces me down on the floor right there in front of the urinals, pulls down my already loosen jeans and fucks me. Actually, a pretty good fuck, but it doesn't take the dude long to unload. He zips up and heads out to the bar. i follow, cum dripping out of my hole and down my leg. "Was he any good," asks one of the guys as we return. "Fuck yeah," the dude responds. The guy turns to Frank. "Fifty, if i can take the bitch home." "You're on," says Frank. The guy pulls out a fifty dollar bill and hands it to Frank. Frank pockets it and stuffs in into his jeans. He turns to me. "You're going home with John, bitch. He'll get you home when he's done with you." And Frank turned his back on me and huddled in conversation with his pals. John stuffed his hand down the back of my jeans and poked a finger up my asscunt, and using that as a guide, steered me toward the door.
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Not a great weekend last weekend, so sorry for the wait. Yesterday more than made up for it, so I'm thinking it was worth it. And I am on vacation this week, so hopefully there'll be some hot guys looking to get pozzed and YOU WILL here about it! So, I spent my day off doing some errands. One of the things I needed to do was get a new bottle of poppers--which meant a trip up to the video store. The only store that sells poppers these days is about a 1/2 hour drive, so I try to make sure it's worth my while and usually see what's going on in the video booths. Sometimes it's hopping, like it was today, and sometimes you're lucky if you find one guy. As soon as I got in the parking lot I knew it was gonna be hit-and-miss. There were so many cars in the lot. Too many people and it's hard to cruise because all the booths are gonna be taken up. But boy did I luck out. I opened the door on the end to find this hot Dad type guy sitting with his pants around his ankles and his dick pointing at the ceiling. Silver hair, little mustache, fit, with a furry chest, bright eyes and one hell of a smile when he gave me a nod and asked me to join him. What a mouth on this one. NATURAL. BORN. COCKSUCKER. Loved taking my cock to the base and working his throat muscles. I usually have a hard time coming just from a blow job without any extra stimulation, but Dad was just enjoying it so damn much. And he wanted it. And he GOT it. I haven't blasted a load like that in ages. I'm surprised I did not drown the sexy man! But he took it all and then sucked my shaft until he got every drop from my nuts. Great times. So after that I drove out to my favorite spot. It was a gorgeous day, it deserved to be enjoyed with some outdoor sex! It seemed really slow, so when I went in the woods and this older grungy-looking guy followed me, I went with it. Dude was older and pock-marked; white, stringy hair to his shoulders and smelled like booze and cigarettes. Every once in a while you just need some hot, dirty grunge sex. He pulls down his pants and he has this beautiful, pin-straight cock. I go down on him and his pubes smell like stale piss. FUCK yeah! Was going down own him and slapping drool on my hole to lube it. When I get up I ask if he fucks and he says, no. Only with his partner. But he starts rubbing my hole and sticking his tongue down my throat and I blast load #2 of the day. I am so ready to go home. There's a couple of cars hanging around, but they were there before, so I don't think much of it. I have a cigarette and do a drive through for the heck of it. I park and take a little walk over. Two guys come out of the woods as I'm walking in, so I stop just inside and take a heavy piss. Too bad someone wasn't around to take it. (Outdoor piss scenes = HOT!) So I'm pissing and this tall, slim Puerto Rican comes around the corner checking me out. God, the guy had to be at least 6'5". He had painter duds on and I could practically see the drool coming from his mouth. We go far deep back in the woods. Now, I don't know how to describe this guy better. He seemed close to a foot taller then me, so probably 6'5", about 180, sweet mocha skin, a beautiful set of lips and close-cropped hair. He starts playing with my dick and licking his lips and I ask him if he wants a taste. He asks me if he can and when I nod he gets on his knees. Another great cock sucker and between his mouth work and submissiveness, I'm getting rock hard again. I reach down to pull on a nip and I can feel him groaning around my dick, sending little jolts of electricity to my balls. I pull my shorts all the way off and yoke my shirt behind my head and start feeding him my balls. The boy's writhing on the floor of the woods while I alternate my shaft and my balls in his mouth. I pull out and wipe my slippery shaft all over his face and then spit in his open mouth. I bend down to his ear and whisper, "You need to get fucked, don't you, boy?" and he whimpers. Actually fucking whimpers. I pull off his shirt, ring his pants around his ankles and push him over. He's there on his hands-and-knees, his legs locked by his jeans, and his boy hole winking at me. Who could resist sticking his tongue in a sweet boy ass like that? It's so perky and naturally hairless other then right around his hole. I get my tongue in his crack and just lick the outside of his hole, then press my thumb against it. I lick more to get it wetter and start pushing my tongue at his hole. I want entrance. I wanna taste the inside of him. And I do. His boy hole just opens around my tongue and I start fucking him with it. Spitting in it. Tonguing it. Fingering it. Now I'm dripping. Who knows if I can cum again? All I know is I'm rock hard and need to stick it in his fresh boy cunt. It's winking at me again and his hips are gyrating. I put my head at his hole and rub. I push in a little and he doesn't ask for a condom. I slide more in and he pushes back until I'm in to my balls. I just leave it in there; feeling the warmth of his juicy hole throbbing around my shaft. And then I start to fuck. He wants it. He just keeps begging, "Please...please...please...," and beating and clawing at the pine needles on the ground. I give him all I have and can start to feel my balls tingling again. Am I going to get to charge this little boy ass up, I ask myself. I offer him a hit from my new popper bottle (thank god I made that stop) and he takes a deep one and passes them back to me. I take a nice, long hit of my own. I'm pumping now. Pulling all the way out and then grinding to the bottom. He keeps begging me to screw him. And then it happens...I'm nutting in his hot little boy ass. Giving him my poz load. Breeding him deep as I can pump it. I leave it in for quite a while. This load may not be that big, but I'm going to make sure he gets every drop. I start to get a little soft and carefully pull myself out so my load doesn't come pouring out of his ass. There's one little drop of my cum just sitting right at his hole, so I go in with my tongue to clean it off and then my fingers take over and I start pushing it in. He reaches back and slaps more cum on his hole. He came while I was pounding him and I didn't even know it! He sticks two of his cum-soaked fingers up his cunt and starts playing with himself. I go back in and start licking his hole and his fingers. I help him up and we start making out. He asks if I came in him and I say, "Yes, boy. I bred your hole." He asks if I'm clean and I tell him yes. He doesn't need to know. I don't know if it's going to take, but it it would be hot to know I planted my bug in a hot little slut like him. Who knows? Maybe I'll get lucky and get the chance to try again. But who am I kidding? All I really wanna do is plow that super sweet hole again. Pozzing his cute butt would just be icing on the cake. I need a cigarette.
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On my Tour to be a Whore, I headed over to London last weekend. I wanted to go again to the Hard On party that I had attended in April. I've never been to anything like it… It's like Cumunion on steroids. Over 200 hot and horny man, ready to fuck or be fucked. I highly recommend it! The theme for this party was athletic gear. So I arrived and stripped down to my jockstrap checking everything else. Once in, I walked past the DJ, dance floor, and bar ... heading straight for the dark area and play spaces which is the only part that really interested me. As i got there a bit later, the slings were already full and the majority of the fuck benches. Two months ago I was still nervous about putting myself in a position to be used but now I don't think twice about it. I managed to squish onto a fuck bench occupied by three other bottoms hoping the black top going at it with the bottom next to me would see my ass up in the air and move onto me. Which he did! It felt so great to feel his cock enter me especially since I've been eyeing the way he was fucking the bottom next to me. True to the theme of the night he was the most athletic top I've ever experienced. After he started fucking me, he climbed on board that fuck bench turning and twisting my body to all different kinds of positions… So he could explore every single inch of my hole. What a great way to start the night! Immediately after he was done with me several other tops jumped on and my hole got that squishy loose feeling that I love. I always think that I want to keep track of how many tops use me and how many loads I get in... but I always lose track after a while especially if a trains been run on my ass. I'd say between 10 to 15 guys fucked me and I had 4-5 loads in me. I did have another marathon session with the black top. I had grabbed an open sling and we went at it there. He climbed right on top of that sling to get in me as deep as he could , swinging that sling back and forth to pull his seven inches completely out of my hole and shoving it right back in. By the end of the night I was so covered in sweat, cum and lube. While riding the tube back to my hotel, I noticed a trail of ass juices on my leg. What a slut! I wish I could come back every month when they have this event.
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I've been wanting to get my hole creamed at the fair for years; I wear a pair of jeans with the ass completely ripped out between the inner edges of the rear pockets for easy access. I've got a big beard and I generally hang out near the Hole in the Wall Saloon getting pissed on. I'd love to have some hairy-faced fucker step in behind me and plant a hot load deep. I'd also love taking a load at the Eagle on the Saturday night before the fair, but getting bred at the fair is top priority for me. If you're not up for plowing in public ... I'd still like to get bred. So if you like big bearded bottom bears... get in touch here or over on BBRT. (Handle there is in my profile.) I'll be arriving in SF on Friday the 29th and leaving the following Monday. -
We had a hell of a snow storm around these parts over the past weekend. It was no surprise, the weather stations had been forecasting it for days, predicting almost to the minute the time it would start and end and almost to the tenth of an inch, how much snow actually would accumulate. So no one was surprised, and things around our town started closing down around noon on Friday, since the snow as projected to start falling around mid-afternoon. Around 11:30 i got a call on my cell from my friend Steve. "You guys closing at noon?" "Yep, you too?" "Yeah. How about I pick you up and drive you home. Maybe we can pick up some lunch before the blizzard hits." "Aw, thanks But that would be out of your way." Steve lives in a far out suburb; I share an old house with a bunch of guys in a close-in suburb. "I'll just take the subway home," i added. "Fuck dude. The whole town is closing down at noon. The subway's gonna be mobbed." Steve is a difficult guy to say no to. Mid-40s, ex-Marine, body of a Greek God, mind like a trap, cock of death. "I'll be right at the front door of your building at ten after twelve," He ordered. "Be there." And so i was. Steve was, as promised, right there in his four-wheel drive Range Rover or some such vehicle. And it was clear almost immediately that we were heading in the direction of Steve's palatial suburban home rather than my place. "Hey, you're going in the wrong direction," i protested." Steve answered: "I said I would take you home. It's not gonna be your home, dude. You'll be much happier being snowed in in my home. Lots more room to have fun." I just sat there. As i said, Steve's a difficult guy to say no to. When we arrived at Steve's place, there was another car in the driveway. "Ah," said Steve. "I see that Joe and Jim already are here. And before the snow started falling (mid-afternoon, as predicted) three more guys showed up. Steve pulled me aside. He explained that he had set up this little party for his best buddies knowing that we would be snowed in for days. No one was going anywhere. And he promised his friends that i could take it. "Don't let me down bitch," he cautioned. And, he advised, "Joe and Jim are married and they are both poz, but I told them that you take all loads and don't discriminate." Things started slowly. Steve and a couple of the guys were playing a basketball game on the x-box, when Steve decided that he wanted his cock sucked. So right there, without breaking stride with his game, he order me to suck his dick and i did, bringing him to a nice climax. He cuffed my ears because his orgasm caused him to miss a three point shot on the x-box. Within the next hour, Joe and Jim were spit roasting me in the living room, each one depositing a load in my respective holes, and then changing places and each depositing a second load. Before the snow was 9 inches deep i had taken at least one load from each of the six guys. i slept that night with Steve, although not a lot of sleeping was to be had be either of us, and when we awoke in the morning the snow as a good foot deep and Steve and I went out on the deck off his bedroom, totally naked and we fucked in the snow -- but quickly i have to say. I wandered down to the kitchen to make breakfast for the guys like a good faggot. The guys ate omelets, i ate a lot of cum and drank a lot of piss. It snowed all day Saturday, and no one went outside as the wind picked up something fierce. And i got fucked, all over the house: in Steve's well-equipped gym in his basement, on the living room sofa, on the hearth in the library in front of a blazing fire (i got my ass roasted in more than one way), in the sauna, in the kitchen in front of the stove as i was making dinner. i slept with Steve Saturday night too. he fucked me as soon as he got into the bed. He woke me up at about 3:00am for another fuck. I took care of his morning wood, and then he fucked me in the shower immediately afterwards. Sunday morning was a continuous fuck fest as the guys all realized that the snow was scheduled to stop around mid-day. And it did stop. But, it was another whole day until the road to Steve's house was plowed, so we were all "captive" for another day and a a;f of fucking action. A surprise dividend, but no one was complaining --least of all me.
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An old fuck buddy took me to a NFL Play off party last night. We went to this dude's house in the burbs to watch the Redskins/Packers play off game in the dude's rec room with this massive flat screen TV. There were 10 or 12 men there (not counting the two fags). Some of the guys were Redskins fans, the others were Packers fans. Each group of fans had brought their own fag. i was fag for the Redskins. The game was this. Each time a team scored one its fans got to fuck the other team's fag (or get a blow job). But the fucking had to take place right there in the rec room while the other men were (supposedly) watching the game. Well the first quarter was all Redskins. The 'skins scored three times and i had nothing to do but kneel there, naked, and occasionally go out to the kitchen to get one of my guys a beer or a snack. i was staring to feel envious of the Packer fag. But the other three quarters were all Packers. They scored a field goal and five touchdowns. (By popular vote of the men in attendance, each conversion was deemed a separate scoring event, and the Packers converted on all five touchdowns). So that was 11 scoring events. i gave one blow job, but the Packers fans seemed to enjoy fucking. It wasn't all fun and games for us fags though. When we weren't "otherwise occupied," we fags were also required to fetch beers and snacks or serve as urinal for the football fans, so none of them had to miss a moment of the football action. Thankfully, the NFL knows how to stretch this play-off season out for weeks.
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my friend Max called. Now you got to know this about Him. Max is maybe early to mid-40s -- amazing body, flawless skin, groomed perfectly. About 12-15 years ago, he sold his internet start-up to one of the big players and made about a cajillion dollars. He hasn't done a lick of work since then. Rather, he works out in the gym about 2 hours a day, six days a week. He runs, does yoga -- all in an effort to build up the strength the keep up with an insatiable sex drive. (And i -- and my sore cunt -- can attest to the degree of his success in that regard every time Max and i get together.) In any event, Max called and asked if i wanted to go on a two week cross-country drive with him -- keep him company and help with the driving. Well, Max drives a Ferrari, so the help with the driving part was attractive, and a couple of weeks alone with Max, knowing i'm gonna get fucked at least twice a day certainly was attractive. So i arrange to take a couple weeks off of work. my boss is pissed, but he finally relents. At the end of our second day on the road, we pull into this little town somewhare in Ohio or Indiana or some God-forsaken place and Max looks up an old friend -- i'll call him Steve. We're had dinner in restaurant and after dinner we all go back to Steve's house and a conversation between the two friends ensues: Steve: "So what's with you and the boy?" indicating me. Max: "Oh, he helps with the driving and i fuck him every morning before we take off and every night after a long day on the road. And sometime he gives me really awesome head while i am driving." Max looks at me and gives out one of his killer smiles. Steve: "Nice." Max: "You want at him?" Steve clearly does, so Max turns to me and simply instructs, "Why don't you suck Steve's cock, boy." And i do, giving Steve one of my trademark blow jobs. Steve is panting for air when i am done and Max immediately pulls down my jeans and is in my asscunt balls deep in one thrust. I still have Steve's cock in my mouth, sucking the last dregs of cum out of it when Max is pumping my cunt for all he's worth. Steve is goggle-eyed, but no sooner does Max shoot an awesome load up my ass and pull out then Steve is in me, long dicking. And so a long night in East Bumfuck, Ohio (or wherever) ensues -- first one of them then the other, and the grand finale, both of them at the same time. Life is good. We sleep at Steve's house and the next morning, after my morning fuck from Max, and a good bye fuck from Steve we hit the road. The next night we pull into another of these small towns somewhere and Max looks up another "old friend," this one called Joe. We no sooner get out of the car when Joe says "I heard from Steve. I understand that your boy is quite talented." Max agrees and offers my talents to Joe and his roommate. Joe, the roommate and Max then go at my cunt for several hours before Max and i excuse ourselves and head for the motel for a good night's sleep. And so it went cross country. Each night we pull into some town, Max looks up a friend, who has been advised of my talents from one of the guys who had fucked me a day or two before, until we get to some small town in Colorado. We pull into town, check into a motel and Max is looking for a restaurant. "You don't know anybody in this town," i ask. "Nope." So we have a nice dinner, talking about the incredible beauty of the American West that we have seen on our journey, and secretly, i am kind of looking forward to a quiet evening, getting fucked only once by Max (although getting fucked by Max is quite enough, usually) rather than six of seven times by Max and his frends, and i am not really paying attention to Max, who is chatting with the waiter -- a good looking guy around my age, maybe a little younger. By the time i regain my senses, Max has invited the waiter back to our motel when his shift is over. "And bring any friends who might be interested in fucking my boy or a first class blow job."
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i met a guy online the other day, and after some back and forth chat, we agreed to meet at this quasi-leather bar in the city that night, about 10:00. The guy showed and we chatted and had a couple of beers and did some flirting, but it became clear after a douple of hours that neither of us was what the other expected. In the end, he kind of pecked me on the cheek and left for home -- alone. i ambled over to the bar and started chatting with the cute (well, gorgeous) bartender and time kinda flew. The bartender, whose name was Bill, but who I naturally addressed as 'Sir', wore the typical leather bar bartender uniform: shirtless, leather band around one bicep. skin tight leather jeans, spiked, blondish hair, amazing eyes. As it got toward closing time, he started cleaning up and also started touching me a lot -- squeezing my nips through my tight boi-beater, fondling my ass while he swept the floor, and managing to get a couple fingers up my hole. Finally it was closing time, and the door was locked. Then Bill bent me over the bar, ripped off my jeans, and was in me in one thrust -- balls deep. It was a fucking awesome fuck. "I been working up to this all night," he commented as he pounded my ass. And then about six guys materialized out of nowhere. The cute bar-back, the Hispanic guy who came in every night to clean the toilet, and a few of Bill's friends. And it was a round-robin at my ass. When all six had had their way with my cunt, Bill came back for round two. By this time my hole was well-lubed and Bill was in for a more leisurely fuck. While he was going at me, the cute bar-back offered my mouth his gorgeous cock, and naturally I couldn't resist. Like most guys who have worked together over a period of time, the bartender and the bar-back fell into a rhythm that seemed to last forever, and when they came -- each for the second time that night -- they came simultaneously -- huge loads, that I imagined churning and mixing together in my gut. I had just barely come up for air when two more of the dudes were plugging my holes. i was so delirious that I couldn't even tell who it was anymore, and truth be told, I don't even know how many loads I eventually took. It all ended around 4:30 in the morning. Bartender Bill offered me a ride home since the public transit was not running at that hour. En-route to my place he suggested I suck his cock while he was driving, and I, of course, immediately bent over, unbuttoned his fly and went to work on his dick.
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Why Baseball Is The Greatest Game Man Has Ever Invented
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My buddy Glenn telephoned this morning to say a few guys were coming over to his place to watch the baseball game on TV, wanted to know if i was interested. Well, I love baseball and I especially enjoy watching a game with a bunch of guys who are into baseball, which is, in my mind, an elegant, sophisticated game! Beside, this was an excellent excuse to spend time with Glenn, who is a gorgeous guy, with the dick of death. In any event, by the time the game had started, there were, counting Glenn, seven men, eight if I was included in the total, but truth be told, as a fag, I scarcely count as a man. There are fans of both teams present and naturally there was quite a bit of banter as to which team was better, which would win, which had the better offense, yada, yada. Glenn finally put a stop to the arguing saying "Tell you what guys. For every run the Nats score, one of the Nats fans gets to fuck my fag friend here," pointing to me. "And for every run the Brewers score, my fag friend here will give one of you Milwaukee fans a blow job." And so it was settled. No one asked me, but I wouldn't expect to be consulted on what an Alpha wanted to do with his dick. And beside, I was hardly going to protest. Well, the Nats won, nine to five. That meant getting fucked nine times and giving five blow jobs, all within a three hour period of time. Was I tired? Yeah. Was I sore? Fuck yeah. Was I happy? You better fuckin' believe it. Would I do it again? Well, there are 162 games in the major league season, and there are less than thirty games left to this season. I wonder where Glenn has been all summer? -
I was running some errands this morning and ended up at the supermarket, where I was buying some groceries for the week, when I ran into an old fuck buddy in the produce department, We struck up a conversation while each of us was squeezing the vegetables -- you know, the usual, stuff: what ever happened to Xxxx? have you seen Yyyy recently? Did you see the totally hot guy Zzzzz was with at the club last week? That kinda shit. Then he mentioned he was having a bunch of guys over for brunch and suggested I stop by. So, I took my groceries home, grabbed a quick shower, got into a pair of mesh basketball-type shorts, (no undies), a boy beater and flip flops and headed over to the dude's house. Now admittedly, I was dressed provocatively. That's just the slut in me, I guess, but that was about as far as I had thought things out. Anyhow, I got to my fuck buddy's house, rang the doorbell, but there was no answer, but I could hear voices, so I realized the party was in the back yard, so I walked around, where I found my host cooking on a gas grill and about ten hot guys, standing around, drinking mimosas and gabbing. They all fell silent when I rounded the corner of the house. Looking up, my fuck buddy paused from cooking to announce "Guys, this is the slut I was telling you about." Two of the guys come over and strike up a conversation, and their hands are all over me while they are explaining how glad they are to meet me. Within ten minutes, my shirt was off, and my shorts were down around my ankles, I was bent over a picnic table while one of the guys was eating my ass out in preparation for a long, hard fuck. The backyard assembly has grown quiet, ominously so. There are low murmurs of approval as the dude entered my cunt. He was balls deep in mere seconds. A lot of cocks are out being jerked as I got the first load of the day. Within seconds after the guy shot an impressive load up my cunt, he withdrew and another guy lined-up his cock for rapid entry. And so it went. The brunch lasted from 11:00 am until nearly 5:00 pm. The only thing I ate was whatever liquid protein I was able to swallow. Oh, except that when the last guy had shot his load up my ass, my host shoved a sausage up there in lieu of a butt plug. "You can take that out when you get home, bitch, and eat it there." And I did. I always do as I'm told.
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i got to the gym this morning at about quarter of six, my usual time, and headed to the locker room to change into my gym duds. i undressed, and was stuffing my jeans and sweatshirt into the locker and rummaging through my bag for my jock and gym shorts, when this dude, who i had seen working out but didn't really know, came up behind me, inserted a finger into my hole and said, "Don't get dressed slut, there's a party waiting for you in the steam room." With that, he literally steered me into the steam room with his finger up my ass. And there was a party. When my eyes got used to the steam, i saw five guys (including the guy who brought me) arrayed around the room, all with raging hard-ons."All right," I said. "Who's first?" "I'm first" said the guy who had led me into the steam bath by my cunt. With that he pulled his finger out of my hole and took me, right there, standing up. "See what i said, guys," he exclaimed to the assembled group. "This slut has a snap-in cunt." He grabbed my hips and moved them in coordination with his thrusting, and pretty soon, both of us were cumming. One of the guys leaped from the bench where he was sitting and wrapped his mouth around my dick to capture what was left of my load. "I'm next," he declared. And so, within about an hour and fifteen minutes each of them had fucked my ass, and i had given blow-jobs to two of them. One guy announced the time. They all filed out and the last guy to leave turned and said, "Too bad you didn't get to work out boy." "That's okay," i said. This was one of the best workouts i've had in a while, Sir.
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The Scouts' motto is "Be prepared." While I was never was a Boy Scout (although I've certainly scouted boys (and men) since I was in high school), I have tried to live by that motto. I am always ready for what comes my way -- cleaned out every morning and alert to any possibility walking down the street. But today, the motto took on a new meaning. My friend, the UPS driver who delivers to our office has a wonderful and massive cock in those brown shorts, and, if he is running ahead of schedule and therefore has the time, he will favor me with a load or two, using the company mail room or a supply closet for our rendezvous. Well this morning, He let me know I was in for a treat, and I, knowing his incredible girth and length, lubed-up my hole. Then, before he could unzip, he got a call on his cell phone saying his girlfriend had been in an accident and was on her way to the hospital. He took off, and there I was, pants down around my ankles, ass lubed. Well, so 20 minutes later I took an early lunch and stepped into Abercromie & Fitch to look at some slacks I had noticed in the window. The clerk was totally hot (and helpful, of course), and when the first pair i tried on were a little baggy, he offered to get me a size smaller. When he returned, he caught me literally with my pants down, wearing little more than my jock. He immediately closed the door to the dressing room and told me to bend over. I complied and he was in my ass in an instant, quite easily, as I already was lubed up. In less than five minutes he dropped an incredible load. "Thank you, Sir," I said. He responded "You always pre-lubed?" "Not always, but I will be from now on." "Good," was his reply as he slipped out of the dressing. room.
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The Super Bowl is he NFL's gift to sluts everywhere -- where groups of Alpha Jocks get together in rapt attention to the players and the game and in spiraling excitement. A couple of weeks ago, i was honored to be the sole dumpster at a cum dump party, and apparently, having performed well, was told that it really was an audition for a Super Bowl party and that i had passed the test. On Super Bowl Sunday, my "date" picked me up and we arrived at the host's home about two hours before game time. The place was in the outer suburbs, a big old house on a lot of land. This huge flat screen was set up in a room in the basement of the house. There were maybe 7 or 8 guys there when i arrived, but before the game was over, there were maybe a dozen, super hot, super horny jock gods. One of the other guys had brought a fag twink, maybe 18 or 19, a novice who was bewildered from the start. Another guy had brought his slut girl friend. The three of us, the twink, the bitch and me, had no illusions as to why we were there. We started out in the kitchen, getting snacks together for the guys, makig sure there was plenty of beer in the fridge, but it wasn't long before the guy who brought me started the ball rolling. i brought him a beer, as he had requested and he took it, put it down on the table and ordered me to drop trow and bend over. He was in me in one thrust and nutted in short order. i was astounded by the very public nature of this fucking. No finding an empty bedroom, no looking for a quiet corne, nothing said or explained. Just a quick fuck -- obvioulsy to get the ballrolling, and more important, to set the tone of the event. This was an evening abour football, and also about fucking -- plain and simple. By the time the game started, i had been fucked maybe 4 or 5 times. The bitch a couple of times, and the twink only once. By game time the bitch and i were naked from the waist down (wasting too much time taking th epants off an then putting them back on again). The game was a good game right from the start, which meant the guys never anted to leave the TV and so by the middle of the first quarter, i was drinking a lot of piss. What with running back and forth to the kitchen for beer or snacks and getting my ass plowed or sucking off dudes, or drinkng piss, it was a busy and exhausting few hours. The game ended in controversy and the guys hung around and argued about it for another couple of hours, their arguments punctuated by additonal fucking. The guys seemed to have no preference -- boy fuck or girl fuck. i think i took maybe 10 or 12 loads up my cunt. The bitch about the same number. The twink, way less -- maybe 4or 5 loads. And, bless them. not a condom in sight. Where the guys showed a definite preference was in the blow job department. i got to give most of the BJs. i lost count. Swalowed a lot of cum, lips still swollen, throat raw. The party went on for a couple of hours until the arguing dies down and the guys, drunk and exhausted, headed for their homes. Thank you NFL.
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my dad had been letting His buddies fuck me for a while when His buddy Mark (not His real name) suggested that He take me on a little trraining vacation. my dad was all for my honing my skills and learning new ones, and readily agreed (although in hind sight, i think some money may have changed hands). And so, my first visit to Palm Springs -- a long weekend in the early Spring. We arrived at the airport, and Mark had rented a jeep -- an awesome vehicle, open to the skies and the sun and breeze. i had never been to anyplace so hot, and the breeze, whenever we could catch it on the drive to our resort, was welcome. i won't mention the name of the resort here because i probably was just barely above the age of consent at the time and i don't want to cause any trouble. But i have to say that resort living in Palm Springs -- especially for a cum slut bottom -- was a revalation. As acrive as my sex life had been, i had never imagined anything like that. As Mark and i drove to the resort, Mark had me remove clothes; first my shirt, then my shoes and socks, then my jeans. We were driving through town in an open jeep with me "dressed" only in my jock, attracting the stares and jeers and cheers of the pedestrians and other drivers. i sensed a foretaste of what was to come. We pulled up to the resort office and we got out of the jeep. i was carrying my small gym bag (Mark had insisted that i pack light, but as things turned out, i needn't have packed much clothing at all). Mark gave the clerk behind the desk His name and the clerk retrieved our reservation. The clerk kept staring over at me, and complimented Mark. "Nice boy you have there." Mark answered, "Yes, he's an awesome fuck. You're welcome to try it out anytime." The clerk grinned widely. "Even now, and here?" he asked. "Sure," Mark responded. The clerk beckoned me over and Mark nodded, instructing me to obey. i moved over behind the counter and with one motion, the clerk was in my pussy. He just snapped right in. i had never experienced that before. Mark took out His cell phone and was talking to someone in His office while the clerk gave me a frenatic fuck. After he shot his load, the clerk pulled out with an audable popping sound, Mark finished His phone call and we headed off toward our room. To get there we had to pass the pool and there Mark encountered two guys He knew, both naked and sunning themselves. They stopped to chat and Mark inrroduced me as His boy-whore. While Mark was talking with Guy-1, Guy-2 inserted a couple of fingers in my twat and exclaimed, "my goodness, you've already had his ass this morning Mark. You dirty old man!" "Wasn't me," Mark explained. "The desk clerk just had him. He's pre-lubed, dude, why don't you have a go." And so the Guy-3 did. Right there on the pool deck, while Mark anf Guy-1 chatted on, and an audience of other resort guests gathered. When he was done, his buddy had at me, and so, i got fucked three times before we even got to our room. When we got to our room, Mark, of course, fucked me, but not in the room, but rather on the balcony of our room overlooking the pool, wirh me standing at the railing and Mark standing and taking me from behind. And so my first weekend at Palm Springs. i was fucked morning, noon and night -- in the room, in the sauna, by the pool, in the pool, on the grounds. i was fucked by probably every guest and most members of the staff. i got an overall tan,since i don't think i wore any clothing the entire weekend. Some guys wanted to use condoms, but Mark let it be known that condom use was not required and in the end most of the guys fucked me raw. i have been back to Palm Springs several times since, but in all honesty, nothing will replace the wonder of that first trip.
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I lived on South Beach, Miami from 1993 to 1999. There was never a problem getting laid pretty much anywhere there. The horny tourists would come in waves all winter, Germans, Italians, and of course the Snowbirds from New York. They would come to Kremlin, and they would come to Salvation looking to get laid, and us locals, an accommodating lot, would try to help them out. During the summer, though, no one who didn't live there would ever find Miami an attractive tourist destination...the temperature was “only” 89 degrees, but it was ALWAYS 89 degrees...4am, you could look up at the clock/temp display at the top of the bank on Lincoln Road and it would be 89 degrees, and there was the humidity that was just stultifying. You would go outside and it would feel like you were breathing through a towel soaked in steaming hot water. It was slightly less easy to get laid during the summer, but there were ways. There was a park, located in the middle of South Beach, which during the day had handball courts and jungle gyms, and tennis courts and merry-go-rounds. During the night, there were only two types of people who went there: those who wanted to get laid, and the cops. You could usually see the cop cars as they drove down the street before they pulled into the park and drive right through the middle of the park with their spotlights roving around trying to catch people in flagrante delicto. Mostly we just scattered and reconvened when they went away. One night, though, I was particularly horny and wanted to feel some hot steamy ass grabbing my cock, so I walked down to the park and stood in the bushes. At that point in my life, I was as fit as I had ever been. I had a better-than-decent upper body, but massive thick legs from hiking and biking as a kid, which distinguished me from the rest of the fit-nuts in South Beach, who usually neglected their legs, but had huge, bulging upper bodies. The bushes were tall and skinny, about twice as tall as a person, and grew straight up, and in places, there was a space in between, so that a person or two could hide themselves in there, even though it was usually the first place the cops looked in their drive-throughs. I caught the eye of this cute, dusky-skinned kid who was on the prowl as well. He came over, and without preamble, reached down and grabbed my crotch. I was already hard, and he got this cocky half-grin on his face when he felt it. I reached behind him and pulled him to me, sliding my hands down the back of his pants and under his skivvies. From the feel of it, he had a nice bubble butt, and by pulling him to me, I could feel his hard cock against my body, too. He reached down and undid the snap to his pants, allowing my hands to reach farther down to where the asscheeks curved back towards his body, and found the pucker there. I played with the hole with my fingers, working the sweat into the hole a little and…yes! He came pre-lubed. This boy was ready for action. Working my finger in and out a bit, I made the kid moan into my neck, and felt his cock throb insistently against my hip. I pulled him into the bushes a little farther so we could have at least a little bit of privacy, as our actions so far had started to attract a bit of a crowd. Leaning even farther into the bushes, I got myself to not-quite a 45 degree angle backwards, allowing him full access to my cock. He unsnapped my jeans and pull my pants down so that my cock just sprang free. My cock is by no means huge, but at just a little under 7 inches, and a good bit thicker than normal, I was quite a popular guy. The kid leaned in and inhaled my cock, taking me down to the root instantly. I let him do that for a while, but felt that any longer with the oral, and I might not be getting a chance to fuck him, which was my real goal. I pulled him up to my face, and let my tongue play over his, recognizing the taste of my own precum on his lips. I reached down while our faces were locked together and grabbed a bun in each hand and spread his cheeks to the humid Miami night air. I felt him squeeze his sphincter in response, and I knew he was ready. I flipped him around so his ass connected with my cock. He was standing up, and I was leaning back, so we were only touching from the waist down, but that was all I needed. I ground my cock against his ass, and he ground his ass right back at me. In the course of our gyrations, I saw his shorts slide down around his ankles. I reached forward and grabbed his hips directing his grinding, which was going every which way, to be going up and down instead. He leaned forward and reached back, grabbing my cock and continuing to grind up and down, so that my cock caught at his hole on every stroke. I reached forward again and nudged my cock to a more horizontal position, so that when it caught on his hole, it penetrated just a bit. He stopped moving with my cock juuuuust entering his clenching hole. He looked at me over his shoulder, and I knew just what he would say. “You can fuck me for a while, but don’t cum inside me.” I just smiled and pulled him back onto my cock. This elicited moans from him and me and a few more from the people standing outside the bushes. He kept sliding down my cock until he was fully impaled, with my bush scratching his bubbly cheeks. His insides were hot and slippery, as if he had given himself a hot oil enema before coming out. I didn’t care WHAT he had done, I just knew it felt amazing on my cock. Positioned leaning back as I was, I just had to flex my hips up and forward to implant myself fully, and he helped by moving into my thrusts. We did this slowly and without making too much noise, as we didn’t want to attract any trolls, who might try to spoil the atmosphere by reaching in and grabbing a handful, trying to participate where no participation was wanted. The crowd around us, also, had drawn in some to get a better view, but respectfully letting me plow this beautiful ass while keeping their hands to themselves. The good feelings I was getting on my cock were starting to escalate, and I leaned back a bit farther, tossing my head back and closing my eyes. I opened them again because something seemed different. I looked around. Our audience was no longer there. A sickly feeling rose in me as I looked sideways to the park entrance just in time to see the cop car pull into the park. If we ran now, there was no way the cops wouldn’t see the both of us, and even though the kid was wearing shorts, they were probably not even attached to him anymore, and I was wearing jeans, which had worked their way down to pool around my ankles. We would just have to take our chances here in the bushes. I felt the ass around my cock tighten as I assume my bottom boy saw the cops as well. I leaned forward and grabbed his shoulders, pulling him back to me, so that he was laying backwards on top of me, and I was being held up, mostly, by the bushes. I slid my hand over his mouth and said softly into his ear “Shhhhhh.” The cops started playing the spotlight over the bushes, and I was sure we would be spotted and arrested. I kept my hand over the kids mouth, but he started to panic a bit and started squirming in my grasp. Unfortunately for him, and, as it turned out, fortunately for the both of us, he was leaning too far back to be able to gracefully stand up. What he WAS doing however, was grinding against my crotch, with my cock still stuck up his ass. As I pulled him tighter against me, I saw that the cop’s light had settled on the region where we were and there was some garbled chatter from the car’s radio. With him even closer to me, and leaning even farther back, I was pushed so deep down into the bushes that I couldn’t get up if I wanted to. The kid thrashed on top of me, and I knew that if he kept doing that I wouldn’t last. I tried to hold him even closer, but he wasn’t having any of it. So I stopped trying to fight to hold it back. I grunted and shoved my cock all the way up his ass, letting it pulse inside him. He heard the grunt and must have felt the pulsing, because he stopped his thrashing and just lay there in amazement of the audacity of my filling him with my seed. When I could process the world around me again, I heard one of the cops say something low and urgent to his partner, and suddenly the spotlight was being directed to another part of the park. They sped off in that direction, leaving us locked together with my cum leaking out of his ass around my softening cock. He pulled off of me as quickly as he could, pulled up his shorts and he prepared to run off. I looked over at him and said “Psssst!” When he looked over at me, stuck in an almost horizontal position, wedged into the bushes, I gave him a gesture of my hands that said “Well, what about me?” He rolled his eyes a bit and came back to give me a hand out of the bushes. When I got myself unstuck, I looked down at the kids shirt and saw a streak of wetness on his shirt coming up from his crotch, which on closer examination turned out to be globs of cum…he must have shot off sometime during his struggles, probably about the same time as me. I reached down and wiped some on my finger and held it up to his mouth. He smirked and sucked my finger into his mouth. When I pulled my finger out, the cum was gone. I kissed him then, the taste of his cum filling my mouth. I patted him on the ass and turned to go. He smirked again and sauntered off towards the sidewalk. I stayed away from the park for a while with the realization of how close I had come to getting caught, but I couldn’t stay away for very long. If you like this story, I can give other stories about the park, but this one was definitely my hottest encounter there.
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Hey there guys I'm really turned on by the idea of cruising and was curious if ya'll would be willing to describe your wildest encounters while on the hunt for cunt or cock. Please give detailed discriptions in regards to the situation/circumstance (who, what, where, when and, how/why) after all we all know when we find what we're looking for, and the eye contact of one looking to get his fuck on.. Wanna hear about all your best and craziest interactions, and hopefully bust a nut along the way. Btw public encounters and rest area interactions are a most know so please post!
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Will be in the darkroom at SOP from 10pm through closing, bent over the fuckhorse looking to be loaded with cum and piss. I have a new permanent plug which will be locked in my hole inbetween cocks so that all cock juices are fully absorbed and nothing wasted
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I have this fuck buddy that has a huge underwear fetish and he has always really wanted to see me in a leather thong. Last year for my birthday he decided to get me a custom made leather thong from the leather store here in Phoenix. He set it all up and told me to meet him at 10:00am on the Thursday before my birthday behind the leather store and he’d “stand guard” while I got measured. Truth was; he just wanted to watch another guy feel me up. At 10:00am that Thursday I pulled up to the back entrance to the leather shop and waited in my car for him to arrive. This being Phoenix, it was far too hot to sit in the car very long without the engine running so I decided to just go inside and wait there. The smell of leather was intoxicating as I opened the big metal door and went inside. At the other end of the store I could hear somebody rustling around. Turns out it was the store’s employee and he was stocking. He popped his head up and was sporting a mow hawk and a nose ring. “If you need anything just ask.” “Thanks, I’m supposed to be getting measured for something.” “You Joe’s friend?” “Yeah.” He walked over to where I was. He was wearing a leather vest, pants and boots. He had a furry grey chest with a chain and padlock around his neck. “I’m Jay, nice to meet you.” He looked me up and down. “Leather thong right?” “Yeah.” “Joe couldn’t make it, but he said to set you up with whatever you wanted. You have any ideas what that might be.” “Yeah, I want one inch strapping, soft leather cod piece and buckles on each side strap and on the strap coming out of my ass.” “Nice. Why don’t you get undressed in the dressing room and I’ll be right in to get your measurements.” “Thanks.” I walked over to the dressing room, which was basically a very small closet with a curtain on one side. Just as I was getting my pants off, Jay opened the curtain. “Don’t worry, there’s nobody in the store.” I stood there a little shocked in a black t-shirt and a red jock strap. “So now what?” I asked. “The jock needs to come off too so I can get an accurate measurement.” “Fine.” I took my jock off figuring the guy really just wanted to see my dick. Jay knelt down in front of me and swung the plastic tape measure he had gotten around me and positioned it where my waist was. “You want it lower or higher?” “What do you think would look better?” “Let’s go a little bit lower. It’ll look sexy when your trimmed pubes are stickin’ out the top.” He lowered the tape a bit and pinched it together with one hand. He then took his other hand and turned me around while still holding on to the tape. He then took a sharpie and made a mark on my back where the tape was. “Ok, now bend over.” “What?” “I got to measure the length of the strap from your balls to your waist.” So I turned around and bent over, showing Jay my hairy crack. “Damn, nice.” “Thanks.” Jay took a plastic measuring tape and held one end at the base of my balls, and then he ran the tape up the crack of my ass and ended where he thought my waist was. I could feel his hot breath against the crack of my ass and it started to make me hard. “OK, stand up straight and face me.” I stood up and pointed my erection at his face.” “Sorry ‘bout that.” “Don’t be, it’s nice.” He took a piece of cloth and put it over my hard cock. “How small do you want the front to be?” I shrugged my shoulders, not ever having been measured for a thong before. He folded the cloth into an inverted triangle. “Do you want it to be constricting?” “Yeah, I’d like it to hold everything in.” “My kinda boy.” He adjusted the piece of cloth again. “How’s this?” “Looks good to me.” “Cool, get your pants on and I’ll show you some hardware.” “OK.” I bent over to get my jock back on just as Jay was standing straight up again, showing off a nice cock with a PA tenting his leather pants. “Looks like you got some hardware right there too. Want me to take care of that?” He had barely gotten an affirmative answer past his lips and his zipper was undone. His 7” cock with 0 gauge PA stuck straight out at me. I took it in my mouth and felt it massage my tongue. “Fuck yeah, suck my cock boy.” Every time I went down on his shaft his hairy belly would hit me in the forehead. After a few minutes he pulled my head off his cock and said, “Wait right here, I want to restrain you while I fuck you.” Jay went off to another part of the store and came back with two leather cuffs and a couple of carabiners. He put a cuff on each wrist and then attached them to the pole the curtain hung on with the carabiners. He then squatted behind me and ate my ass. It was then I discovered he had a tongue stud, which made my cock hard as a rock. He licked and tongued my hole for a long time until he stood up and pushed his cock in my wet hole. I have to say, I’ve always loved being fucked by a dick with a PA, but I had never experienced a piercing as big as this one and it felt fucking awesome. He didn’t waste any time letting me get used to his cock, he just started pounding away. It seemed like he pounded his cock into me for a half an hour until all of a sudden he realized that somebody was in the store. Another guy had come in while we were fucking and we hadn’t noticed. With his dick still hard inside me Jay asked, “You need any help?” The guy turned around smiling and answered, “No I can wait my turn.” With that Jay continued to fuck me. As he did the other guy came over to where we were and started licking my nips and stroking my cock with his spit. Then he knelt down in front of me and started to suck my cock. I was almost at the point of blowing my load when I could feel Jay blow his load in my ass. He took his cock out, wiped it on his hand and made me lick it clean. The customer saw Jays PA and asked, “You like getting fucked with piercings?” “Fuck yeah.” “Well then you’re gonna love my cock.” He proceeded to unbutton the fly on his jeans and take out a huge cock with a huge PA hanging off the end of it. “It gets better boy.” He lifts up his dick and underneath the guy has six studs going through it. It was obvious from the way my dick jumped that I totally wanted that cock in my hole. The stranger stands behind me and finger my open hole, letting his hardening dick dangle between my ass cheeks. Every time he rubbed against my ass his cock would be bigger and bigger. Finally he was hard enough to get it in. He didn’t waste any time either with my comfort, instead he plunged it all the way in one motion. “Nice fuckhole boy.” He started pounding away on my ass. His studs and PA rubbing against my insides was too much and I blew my wad all over the inside of the changing room. “Fuck yeah boy!” Seeing this made him even harder and made him pound me even more ruthlessly. After a few minutes he shot his load in my hole and slowly let his cock go soft in me while he kissed the back of my neck. He unhooked the cuffs from the pole and made me clean off his cock. Jay came over and said, “Your thong will be ready next Friday.” “Cool, I’ll come by next Friday, say the same time?” “Works for me.” Jay answered. “Works for me too.” The stranger said.
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Its 75 out, and I want to get plowed right now! Im white, 26yo, 160lbs, avg build,ddf bottom. Im looking to strip nude, lock my clothes in my car and bend over the hood of my car while you go to town on my ass. I want you to hold me down and RAM your big long cock in me as HARD n DEEP as you can for as long as you can, from FIRST stroke to LAST! Im a masochist and get off on the pain, the more you can inflict, the better! Its my fault if Im not prepared for a massive cock, and you should brutally punish me for it! You MUST BE ddf and HIV-! Hit me up with ur STATS and a RECENT PIC of u or ur cock, and I wil reply with mine! This is for all them boys in the Inland Empire. Im in MoVal but travel around from Hemet to Rancho Cucamonga.
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Went down to P'town for a week in July, after a night of hanging out at the bars, I headed over to the dick-dock to check out the action. The first 10 minutes were pretty tame. Saw this hot daddy bear in a leather harness against the wall, he was stroking his cock and checking me out. I went over to him, dropped to my knees and started servicing his cock. I was swallowing his meat for all I was worth. He had a great man scent: sweat and piss. I was in hog heaven. After 15 minutes or so he grabbed the back of my head and started fucking my face aggressively and started grunting and unloaded his balls in my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could but some cum ended up on the front of my tee shirt. He leaned down, kissed me deeply, shared some of his cum, and then zipped up and left. We had attracted a small group and one of the guys started rubbing his dick on my face, collecting some of the daddy bear's cum and shoving it in my mouth. After a few minutes he also blew his load down my throat. I got to my feet and went off to check out the other action, coming upon a 19 to 20 year old who was bent over, servicing two guys. A muscle stud was fucking him raw, as the young guy sucked-off a guy with an average build. The young guy pulled off the guy he was sucking long enough to say "I want your cum." With that, the muscle stud sped up the pace and strength of his thrusts, grabbing the bottom's hips and really driving his dick home. In a few minutes he grunted and blew deep inside the kid. The other guy pulled out of the bottom's mouth and slid into the now vacant hole, power fucking the kid till he also bred him. The young guy turned towards me and started making out with me, and clearly liked the taste of the two loads in my mouth, because he asked me to add my load to his hole. I was happy to oblige. He turned around, bent over and showed me his tasty ass, I went right down on him and lapped-up the cum oozing out of his hole. The guy turned around and we shared a cummy kiss. He licked my beard and mouth as he murmured he wanted my load. Again, I was more happy to oblige. I slid my 6" dick in his sweet sloppy hole, when I was getting close, I leaned over and asked him if he wanted a charged-up load. He said "FUCK YEAH!" I told him he was about to get one. I sped up my thrusts, and grabbed him by the shoulders and the neck. His ass immediately tightened-up and I shot again and again in his hole. He clamped down on my cock so as not to spill a drop. I pulled my soft dick out of his hole, he turned around and kissed me again. I stumbled out from under the dock, just as the kid started riding his next cock. If that kid is out there, I sure would love to play again!
