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The fuckin' gym is made for sex. First there's all those hot guys roaming around in spandex shorts and sleeveless tees or boy beaters -- strutting, flexing, checking out their abs in the mirrors. Then there's the unsupervised maze-like locker room. We're not even talking about the steam room or the sauna. If i didn't have to go to work once in a while i could spend my entire life in the gym. Well, the other day, after an extensive leg workout (i am always drained on leg day), i come around the corner in the locker room and come upon a guy jerking off. He obviously had been at it for a while as his breathing was getting short and he was pumping like a mad man. "Oh, dude," I said, "don't waste it." With that I immediately got down on my knees, brushed his hands aside and enveloped his cock in my mouth just as he started to shoot, three or four volleys of sweet cum. "Thanks man," was all he said as he wrapped a towel around his waist and headed for the showers. I was rock hard, not just from the work out and from giving thr dude head, but from the view of his awesome bubble butt wrapped in that towel as he headed for the shower. I could use a shower myself, so I grabbed a towel out of my locker, and not wrapping it around me, but rather holding it at my side, i strolled over toward the shower, my hard on leading the way (i am not the shy type). i did a quick rinse in the shower and headed into the steam room. The heat grabbed me, and it took a while for me to see my way to one of the tiled benches that lined the walls of the steam room, Surprisingly, i was the only one there. I leaned against the tiled wall, and before long started masturbating myself. As my jerking became more intense, i reached behind me and inserted first one, then a second finger up my asshole. I was in no hurry. I wanted the amazing feeling to go on for ever. I had been edging myself for, perhaps, fifteen to twenty minutes when the door to the steam room opened, and an absolutely awesome guy steps inside. I had admired him on the work out floor: he was over six feet tall, blond, incredible upper body, maybe ten percent body fat (if that much), totally ripped, with a nice sized and pretty thick circumcised cock. There was about 25 linear feet of bench in the steam room, but the Adonis sat right next to me, and immediately said "Take your fuckin' fingers out of your cunt, bitch." I complied immediately, even if I wasn't sure why. Then he said, "As long as you've opened up your twat, you can sit on this." He guided me onto his steel-like dick, which pointed straight up to the ceiling, and I rode it for the next ten minutes or so until he unloaded. As soon as he unloaded, he lifted me off of him and instructed "Don't lose any of that cum, bitch," and he walked out of the steam room. I waited a few minutes, at least until I figured he had showered, dressed and had left the gym. Then I showered and headed back to my locker, where, upon opening the locker door, I found on the shelf a good sized butt plug and a note that simple read "Don't lose any of that cum, bitch."
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It's my birthday on 18th April and coincidentally Hard On is on. I thought since I've never been in a sling in a club I'd get that one out of the way and wondered if I could get 40 guys to fuck me. All loads taken. Ideally with a top to oversee proceedings (and keep score on my chest). If you're interested get in touch. Spencer
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My only oral load this weekend, which was fine since all of the rest went in my hole. The Parliament House in Augusta has a clothing optional pool I decided to check out Saturday afternoon. I found a chair and kicked back for a few minutes, then got up the nerve to strip down. I always wear my cock cage to let guys know I'm a service type, do anything to please you and want nothing in return type guy. I enjoyed the sun naked, the sights of the guys walking by, several of which admired my stainless cage. After about an hour, a guy sat next to me and struck up a conversation. He was curious about the cage and I explained my submissive, slave like need to please and that the cage reminded me that my only pleasure was giving. He was very interested and I think a little turned on. After talking for a while he said he was going to get a drink, but almost like an after thought he said, "Want to give me a blowjob?" I didn't think it was allowed at the pool but he pointed to a shaded area in the cornor, which was still in plain sight of the entire pool area. My answer was to walk over and get on my knees. He followed behind me and pulled out a nice cock that I immediatly started sucking on. It was soft at first but hardened quickly in my mouth. I sucked him deep, swirled my tongue around the head, licked his balls. All while me made just the right noises to let me know I was doing a good job. His cock was just the right length and if I took it to the hilt, it hit my gag reflex just right, which I did several times to show my need and hunger to get him off. It was my first "public" blowjob and I was so into sucking him off I almost forgot that for a minute, until a couple walking by stopped to enjoy the show. His hips were bucking now, it was a mix of me sucking him off and him fucking my mouth which I loved. After a few more minutes, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and stroked it a few times while I opened wide and stuck out my tongue. I was rewarded with a nice, creamy load all in my mouth, on my tongue, and some on my face as well. He zipped up, thanked me and walked off while I got back into my chair licking my lips, cum drying on my chin, hoping for a repeat
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i much prefer cum up my ass cunt. But sometimes the man wants my throat, and who am I to resist? Swallowing is a fag's duty (and pleasure of course). Some guys' cum is just so sweet, so delicious, that i can almost forget that it didn't go up my ass. i have sucked off a lot of guys over the years. i love that feeling of having my throat stuffed, the inability to breath, the sure knowledge that if I don't get my throat muscles working and bring the dude off, I'll likely die of asphyxiation. But some dude's don't like to cum down my throat when I'm sucking them off. I think two things motivate this aberration: first, the feeling of power a guy gets when he denies me what I've been working for for 30 minutes or more, namely the taste of his cum; and second, the feeling of power he derives from spraying my face with his cum, reinforcing in his mind (and in mine) my absolute lowly status. But yesterday took the cake (so to speak). Mid afternoon, I received a text from a fuck buddy saying "I been telling my buddy about your awesome skill as a cocksucker, and he wants some. See the man at (an address was provided) and don't make me look bad." How could I resist? So I took the subway to the address provided and rang the bell. A gorgeous guy with a killer smile answered the door. He was probably in his late 30s or early 40s, but was in awesome physical condition and his cock and balls were stretching the limits of his skin tight jeans. I mouth actually watered as I could hardly wait to get at that dick. "Xxxxx, sent me" was all I said. We quickly got down to business. He had me kneel, and ordered me to peel his jeans off, like one would peel a banana. As soon as his cock sprung loose, I went for it, but he held me back and made me peel his jeans completely off and he stepped out of them. I then went to work on his cock, giving him what I hoped was the best blow job of his life. i worked his dick for 20 minutes or more until i could feel his balls rising in their sack and the veins of his cock (which which time I had memorized) started to throb. I knew his load was coming, and he started to pull out. 'Great', I thought, 'I'll get a taste, rather than his load by-passing my taste buds and going straight to my belly'. But no deal. He pulled all the way out and then spray painted my face,my hair, and -- an all time first -- my left ear. I stretched my tongue to try to get as much of it into my mouth as possible, and then made to rake what remained into my mouth, but he stopped me saying "Don't do that. Leave it there." I knelt before him as he put his jeans back on. When the cum had completely dried, he said simply, "I'm done with you. Get the fuck out." I looked up at him. "Leave it there," hs continued. "If you want to, you can wash it off when you get home." I was shocked, but he pulled me up off my knees and shoved me out the door. i had no choice but to take the subway home, smelling of cum, my face, hair and ear coated with cum. Fortunately, there weren't too many people taking the subway at that hour on a Sunday, but there were two guys in the car who knew exactly what I had been doing, and I got to suck off two more loads before I reached my destination.
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My last load was also my last of the year (2014). I was on my way to NYE festivities with my SO when our path took us near a public restroom I knew to be cruisy. I feigned a need to piss and went to check things out while he waited in the mall. Sure enough, there was one other person in the bathroom and he was obviously jacking in the stall waiting for someone like me. I stood outside the door and watched through the cracks to let him know I was interested. He was a hot, nearly-naked, muscular, naturally smooth Latino, mid-20s jacking a rock-hard 8-inch uncut cock, and asking me if I liked the look of his hard dick. Of course I said "YES!", and he stood up to open the stall door. Just then, security came in the restroom so I ducked into an adjacent stall until they left. Once they left, I again stood outside his door and took out my cock to jack along with him. He opened his door and told me to suck it, right there in the doorway of his stall. His cock slid perfectly down my throat (I have little or no gag reflex from a lifetime of practice) and continued talking dirty to me. "Yeah, suck my cock! You like my big dick down your throat boy? Yeah, I'm gonna fuck your tight ass right here in the stall boy." I thought his words alone were going to make me shoot, but I managed to hold off while he held my head tight in his hands and continued to fuck my throat. As I knew the mall was closing, I was getting a little anxious that security would be back soon, and I wanted to get this stud's dick pounding my ass before that happened. He told me to finger my hole to get it ready for him, and told me how hot it was when I immediately obeyed. Suddenly, he grabbed my head and forced his cock balls-deep in my throat and threw his head back. "OH YEAH BOY I'M CUMMING!!!" He yelled loud enough for anyone nearby to hear. I felt his cock throb over and over as he fed me his huge load. "Slowly - slowly," he said as my throat milked every drop out of him. I was disappointed that I didn't get to take this stranger's load in my ass but still happy to eat his anonymous, sweet-tasting load. When I left the restroom, there was a small group (4 or 5) of college-aged boys in the hallway. They grinned knowingly at me as I passed by - probably heard the yells of "I'M CUMMING" and noticed how I was still wiping off my lips. I just grinned back at them and with a wink, went to find my partner to continue our NYE outing. I hope you enjoyed my first post as much as I enjoyed my last load.
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Mnversguy81 on barebackrt, need to either bus to your place or get picked up. Rode down with friends, staying right off of Hwy 169 and Cedar Park Rd. Lkg for a host to put my ass to use at his place or at the Warehouse party, or a twisted perv to go online and pimp me out to anon men that pick me up on the street or in the parking lot, and take me wherever... use me along the way then drop me at another's... Lkg to have vid taken of my tight neg hole getting torn up by a spit-lubed raw poz cock, while restrained... being told what a sick horny fag I am, and since I was such a dumbfucking slut for cum, that he's going to give my hole what it's asking for and convert it with hot toxic loads to turn me into a dirty poz cumslut to be used anytime anywhere, and eager to please dirty diseased cocks and keep my hole getting bugged up more and more... One on one is fine, or a neg guy that is just turned on by the fantasy is more than welcome to set something pervy up, for that he can watch me peform his dark desires... Up for meeting up in a public area, rest room or parking garage, or stairway for a risky anon raw pump and dump. Let me know.
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What's your favourite place to fuck? If it's not in the list then specify below. Any particular reason it's your favourite? Love getting fucked in a stinky piss smelling public restroom, the risk of getting caught is hot, usually can get several loads if its a cruisy restroom, no questions asked and there can be some hot horny str8 guys who need a release. Met quite a few hot n hung married guys in restrooms
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Online research doesn't give me much to work with... can anyone tell me if NYC still has bars, clubs, bathhouses, gloryholes, adult book stores/arcades where nasty bottoms can go to get loaded? What's the best kept secret for bareback fun?
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Part 1... Crap. The guy I had spent the last 30 minutes trading messages with on Grindr had turned out to be just a flake. Messages back and forth about how he is really horny and wants me to come over, he and his buddy will both fuck me, blah blah blah. When I ask him for a location, however, his profile disappears. Blocked. Two days in Edinburgh and I was as horny as hell. I swear Edinburgh seemed to be in the running for bottom capital of the country. The night before had been a bust as well. Up until well after 1AM hoping to find find a horny top but the only guys who seemed to respond were other bottoms. And, as a confirmed bottom myself, that was just not working for me. There seemed to be lots of tops available in Glasgow but that was 40 or 50 miles away. The alarm, merciless as ever, had still gone off at 7:30 and I had dragged myself out of bed. Now at almost noon, I was tired, frustrated, and horny. My meetings had completed and I had checked out of the hotel earlier… but I was hanging in a quiet corner just off the main lobby trolling Grindr and BBRT hoping for a change of luck. I’ve been married to an amazing guy for over two years now but our sex life had pretty much run dry after the first year. Seven year itch? Bullshit… I had made it a bit over two years before I cheated. An anonymous hookup, the feeling a cock inside me, and I couldn’t bring myself to stop since. Maybe monogamy just doesn’t work for gays… or maybe that is just an excuse. I don’t know. I was about to log out and give up for today though… I had a long drive ahead of me to get home… and at that moment the message came in. “Hi. Can you accom?” It read. I didn’t even have a chance to reply before a second message hit. “I need to unload. Free now?” This was followed by a picture of a beautiful fat cock. I glanced at his profile. Mid-30’s (several years younger than me), 6 foot something (several inches taller than me), shaved head. “Can’t accommodate, checked out of my hotel earlier. But would love to help you unload.” I replied and named the hotel. I only paused a moment before I sent my face picture. “Fuck. Can’t host either.” There was a pause, then “Need an ass to unload in.” This was followed by a body shot…clothed but the firm chest and tight stomach were clearly visible. I scrolled back up to the first picture… I wanted to worship that fat cock. No. I needed to worship that fat cock. Another message from him. “Really need to seed an ass. Up for a toilet?” I am no saint. In my younger years I was a regular in bathhouses and saunas, in bookstores and video stores with booths and gloryholes, and seedy bars with backrooms. One thing I have never done was hook up in a public toilet. “Sounds hot.” I admitted. “But risky.” The last thing I needed was to get arrested for having sex in a public restroom. If my bosses found out I would probably lose my job… and if my husband found out i would lose him as well. A moment later another message arrived. “I know a nice quiet toilet. Close to you.” He mentioned a department store and the floor where to meet. “Keep looking at your pics.” I said. “Feeling really tempted.” “Just meet me there. You can suck me dry. Quick, no fucking. Less risky.” After the hours of sexual frustration I had endured the night before and dealing with the flake earlier, it was great to be the object of someones attention. I felt my willpower slip away. “I can be there in 10 minutes.” I messaged. “Great. On my way.” He replied. I took my tablet to my car and secured it in the boot. Then hurried to the appointed location. As I headed up in the escalators in the building, I realised I had never seen a face pic. Turned out not to be an issue though. On reaching the appointed floor, I saw a tall man in a suit, with a shaved head and a lean and firm body browsing the shelves nearby. He looked at me, smiled, and gave me a wink. I had found my man. I looked around but did not see the toilets. The tall man was still browsing the shelves. I guess he was waiting for me to go in… but I had no idea where to go. I noticed a cute, and clearly gay, twink manning a nearby desk so, in desperation, I asked him to point me to the toilets. He didn’t even look up but pointed me in the right direction. Just the other side of my hookup. The tall man probably thought i was some kind of idiot… but it was not my mind I wanted him to worry about. I passed him again, giving him a quick smile, and walked into the men’s toilet. It seemed empty. As I’ve said, I’ve never hooked up in a toilet before and I was unsure what the protocol was. I washed my hands to give myself an excuse to be in the room. I waited for another minute or two but my hook up did not come in. Had he changed his mind? I wondered. Did he get annoyed when i wandered around for a couple minutes? Had I broken some protocol by going into the toilet first? I decided to check and see if he was still in the store near the toilet. I stepped out of the toilet… and he brushed by me going in. Crap. Now he must really think me an idiot. I made a pretence of looking at the shelves for a moment or two then, in what I hoped was a subtle moved, slipped back into the toilet. After a moment one of the stalls opened slightly and my hookup looked out… I breathed a sigh of relief and slipped inside and he closed the door behind me. Part 2... For just a moment I considered the stall was just big enough for the two of us but otherwise it almost seemed like it had been designed for gay hookups back in the sixties or seventies. . The walls and door ran from ceiling to floor (making the encounter private), and a window on the wall opened slightly to let in fresh air (allowing just enough noise to cover the sounds of a guy getting his dick sucked). All this flashed through my mind in a split second. Then the stranger opened his fly and his cock popped out. I was on my knees without thinking. My heart was racing. The risk, my doubts, my fears. All that was there but subsumed by the cock in front of me. Six inches, thick, uncut. A faint masculine scent as I opened my mouth and his slipped inside. I heard him sigh contentedly above me and I felt that flash of pride that every bottom feels when they know their top is pleased. I began to work his cock. In and out of my mouth, playing with the thick head then sliding down the shaft deeper into my mouth. Gazing up at him as he looked down at me, his body looming above me. My hands fumbled into his shirt, brushing his hard stomach, sliding up to his nips and teasing them until they were hard. I moved my hands to his back, pulling him slightly into me, giving him my unspoken permission to thrust into my mouth. I stifled my gag reflex as he entered my throat. “Good boy” He whispered so quietly I could barely hear him. “You like sucking that cock don’t you?” With my mouth stuffed I could only moan quietly. Suddenly, the bathroom door opened and I could hear someone come in. My heart froze. I did my best to be quiet, but the cock in my mouth began thrusting harder. The tall man didn’t say anything but seemed to be trying to make me moan or choke and be heard. I could distantly hear someone piss into one of the urinals and then heard them leave. My heart was still racing but i focused on the thick cock in my mouth. I didn’t stop or try to slow him down… he felt so good and I loved his taste and smell. Any guilt over my betrayal of my husband and out marriage was lost in the heat and excitement. He smirked above me. “Yeah… look at you. On your knees sucking a cock in a public toilet. Getting off on almost getting caught. You are a dirty slut, aren’t you?” I didn’t say anything, just kept working his cock. He gripped my chin and tilted my face so I was looking up towards him face. “I asked you a question. Tell me you are a dirty slut.” I pulled his cock from my mouth. “Yeah mate. I’m a dirty slut.” “I’m not your mate. You are here to take my load like a common whore.” I nodded. With him towering over me, dominating me, and with the thrill and risk of getting caught, I felt so turned on. I was putty in his hands. “Get up, I’m going to fuck you.” he whispered. We had agreed oral only but I was too far gone. It was not in my power to say no. I unbuckled my pants and let them fall as I stood. He turned me around to face the back wall of the stall and pulled my underwear down. His hand on my back pushed and I bent forward, offering up my ass to him. No mention of a condom. No discussion of status. I hadn’t brought lube and neither, apparently, had he. He pulled my ass cheeks apart and a gob of his spit landed on my sphincter and then another. His cockhead circled my hole, coating itself in his spit. And then it found it’s mark. He was thick and my ass resisted despite my wanting his cock. He was determined, however, and my resistance was in vain. He gripped my left hip with one hand, holding me steady, and his right hand guided his thick cock and he forced his way inside my hole. I could suppress the cry of pain. “Come on, bitch. Take that cock.. you know you want it.” I did want it. I pushed back into his fuck and he slipped further inside. My hole relaxed and surrendered to him completely. He started thrusting hard, in and out, and my ragged breath seemed to echo through the toilet. The bathroom door opened again. I struggled to keep quiet, biting my knuckles to stop from groaning out load… but the risk of getting caught only seemed to excite my top even more. He thrust his entire shaft in and out of my hole until he was balls deep. Surely anyone in the bathroom could hear the slap of his thighs against my ass now? In the end, whoever was out there was either enjoying what they could hear or was too naive to figure it out. It seemed like forever but who ever was in the bathroom finally left and I allowed myself to breathe and grunt as the tall man slammed his dick all the way inside. He was not patient or gentle… and i did not want him to be. I wanted to be fucked, to be used, to be seeded like the slut that I am. I didn’t need to touch my own dick. I was here for his cock and for his load. His pleasure, his release, was pleasure enough for me. “Getting close. Gonna seed your pussy. You want that?” “Yeah.” I hissed through gritted teeth. “Give it to me. Give me that load. “Gonna load you up good. Gonna ruin you.” Maybe I should have realised what he was saying. I mean we all know the risks. But I didn’t care. “Fuck yeah… give it to me!” His breathing was ragged now and his thrusts hectic. I felt him grip my thighs and bury himself deep inside… “Here it comes then… take my toxic load. I’m going to POZ your ass.” And then he was cumming. I was lost in that glorious feeling of a cock throbbing inside your hole, of cum filling you up. I understood what he was saying, what it meant, but the words just washed over me. He pulled out. He turned me back around and pushed me down to my knees again. I knew what he wanted. I opened my mouth and he pushed his cock into my mouth and deep into my throat. I could feel him throb again, firing the last shots down into my stomach. At last the throbbing stopped. I pulled back and cleaned his cock with my tongue. I savoured the taste of my own hole on his cock and the salty traces of the last of his load. He slipped his cock back into his pants and straightened his clothes. I looked up at him adoringly and he looked down at me with contempt. “What a dumb slut. You are nothing but a common toilet tramp.” He said with a sneer. “Enjoy the virus, bitch.” He slipped out of the stall without another word. He had used me and was done with me. But we both had gotten what we wanted. Once I heard him leave the bathroom, I got off my knees and sat on the toilet. I fingered my hole and could feel his cum dripping out of me. His POZ cum. I licked my finger savouring his taste again. I wondered if his bug would take and if I would, in fact, end up POZ. How would that affect my husband? Our marriage? I could feel my guilt rising. What had I done? But I also felt something else. Desire. I liked being used. The idea that my ass was dripping POZ cum thrilled me. After a few minutes, I got dressed and walked back to my car. I pulled out my tablet. Surely there was time to find one more load before I headed for home? Surely there was one more top, maybe another POZ top, looking to unload in Edinburgh? - END -
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Hey guys, Never been to San Fran. Will be there Sept 22nd-28th. I know there's a steamworks in Berkeley. Can i get there by bus? I wont have a car. Would love to go there and spend the entire day just whoring out hardcore. I mean letting everyone fuck me, hot and young, old and wasted anyone. I wanna feel used in Cali. Are there any public cruising spots? Cruisy parks, gloryholes, bookstores i should go to? This is definitely a sex vacation for me. Any advice is welcome.- 4 replies
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Load number 3 in my tight cunt. The strong, hairy beast on top of me roared as his grip on my ankles tightened and he added his seed to the sperm cocktail churning around inside me. He smelled like sweat and cigarettes. Combined with the smell of piss in the gas station bathroom and chemicals in my throat, it made my head spin. He rolled up a ball of spit behind his crooked teeth and shot it at my face. It was thick and a little bubbly, like his cum. His cock inside me felt natural, like it was filling up an empty hole inside me. “Good slut!” he exclaimed, satisfied. I moaned as he slipped his cock out and I suddenly felt incomplete. He jammed two fingers into me roughly. Some of the cum leaked out of my ass and dribbled down my legs. I put on my g-string and denim cutoffs. He put ten bucks into my back pocket and kissed me. Some wads of his own spit got caught on his mustache. I normally didn’t ask for payment outside of work; hell, sometimes I would pay to get my ass creamed. But I was low on drugs, and it turns some guys on to shell out a few bucks afterwards. It reminds them of how little I’m worth. He hopped in his car, and I got back on the street, struggling to keep the loads in my ass. Almost 1AM, and the roads were empty. Everything was dark except for the street light and the neon lights at the sports bar the block down. Properly lubed up and feeling piggy, I could finally go to work. A little buzzed from my booty bump earlier that day still, every few steps felt like one, and keeping track of time was difficult. Every sound made me jump. The hot, stickiness grinding between my asscheeks and slowly trickling down my legs made the walk better. I’m 20, 5’9”, Asian, perfectly smooth, waxed all over my entire body, and fit. A lot of guys liked that. Some people told me touching me was like feeling a girl, but my pussy is tighter, and I’m sloppier, hungrier, trashier, and longer-lasting than any girl they’ve fucked before. I arrived at the basement club. Barry, the guy at the desk, knows me by now. The only reason he lets me do what I do here is because sometimes I let him fuck me. Over the course of my career, he’s pumped me with enough sperm to fill my body. “The boys are downstairs at the back of the maze,” he said. “Don’t cause any trouble, fuckin’ tweaker. Don’t want you to pass out again – I’m not taking care of you next time.” I don’t remember what life was like before I was a trashy slut anymore. No... I was always one. This is who I am. I was born and destined for this life. The maze was dark, but plenty of dicks and dirty words graffitied onto the walls stopped you from running into them. Besides, I knew where to go. I walked into the sling room. A white, flickering light swung from the ceiling, creaking as it rocked back and forth. Fourteen guys stood there, either in leather chaps and harnesses or dressed normally and rubbing their bulges through their jeans. Some of them were handsome, some of them were trolls. All of them were at least 35. Bags of white crystals, pipes, and points were being passed around the room. One of the guys was packing a giant three-foot bong with weed. Backwards hat, basketball shorts, chiseled body. He was one of the younger ones. They greeted me warmly and handed me a bottle of coke, which I assumed was spiked with GHB. I took two large gulps. Maybe it was placebo effect, but I immediately felt the room turn floaty and my body felt hot. “Yo Ricky, you sure we can fuck this kid raw?” one guy said. His voice was booming. He was wearing a ski mask and was a tall, broad-shouldered and broad-chested man. He had a gut, but you could tell he was strong and could snap me in half easily with his titanic arms. The bulge through his jeans ran down his thigh. “Hell, I think I’d break him apart. He’ll be feeling my dick in his throat when I fuck that little pussy.” “Then break him apart, John. What, ya worried about the kid? You like him or somethin’?” Ricky said. The masked man squints at me through his eyeholes, grabs my chin, and runs his tongue up my neck, over my jaw, and up my cheek. My face was still sticky from being spit on by the guy in the gas station bathroom. His other hand slides down my back and tailbone until his middle finder rubs my g-string right over my ass. The strap is now sticky, warm, and soaked with the cum oozing out of my hole. I moan as I feel his breath against my face, like a wolf about to eat his prey. “Nah,” he snarled. “I don’t feel nuthin’ for him. Hey boy. I’m gonna shred your lil’ pink cunt, and then I’m gonna knock you up with my lil’ babies.” The other men laughed. My chest fluttered. My ass had been loosened up by the past few fucks that night, but a gangbang will wreck your hole enough. I was already nervous, but his dick looked like a python. Ricky was my pimp, boss, and master. He’s Italian, tall, strong, hairy, and had dark features. He perpetually smelled of cigarettes. He’s not associated with the mob, and he doesn’t kill people... with guns anyway. Ricky’s a businessman who sells bodies, but he has his moral standards. He doesn’t kidnap boys because he knows there are boys like myself who seek him out, who willingly become his whores... and that’s what keeps him passionate about his work. The jock handed me the bong, its giant piece packed full with what looked like a small shrub. He handed me the lighter. “Torch it, man. It’s gonna be a long night for you.” “Thanks,” I said, holding the carb and putting the fire to the weed. I sucked. One... Two... let the fire go. Three feet of glass instantly filled up with a thick white smoke. As the grass burned the smoke turned so thick it had a yellowish hue. Just as I released the carb, John shoved my head down, forcing my mouth over the hole. He held it there as I inhaled until I felt the smoke basically fuck my lungs. I choked, smoke flying out the sides and through my nostrils. “Yo, suck it you little bitch! If you can’t even take that, how are you gonna take fourteen cocks?” the jock yelled. It took me four full inhales to clear the smoke. Meanwhile, John slowly unbuttoned my cutoffs from behind. They fell to the floor around my boots. His hands floated up to my chest and he grabbed my small pecs as he nibbled my ear. I passed the bong to the next guy, but my head was already spinning wildly. I coughed for a full five minutes while the men offered me more of the coke and felt me up all over my body. I felt the blood vessels in my eyes instantly constrict. Everything was slow, I was so high I could barely utter a word or respond to what anyone else was saying or doing, and my skin felt hypersensitive. The men moved in on me. Countless dirty hands (some even with rings!) and tongues slobbered and violated me. A fat finger entered me. I was so high it felt like the first thing to enter my ass all night, an incredibly new and fresh feeling. I moaned, louder than I thought. It almost startled myself, I was practically yelping with pleasure, like a virgin getting his sweet spot gently tapped for the first time. I was drowning in men’s bodies. The high was so strong, their dirty talk was only a buzz in the distance. All I could really hear was the loud heartbeat in my ears and my own moans of ecstasy. “His ass is so warm and sticky already. How many guys did he let cum inside him?” “What a sloppy piece of trash. I can’t wait to get my turn at that cunt.” “I call dibs first.” “I’ll take his mouth then. Don’t waste the meat.” A few chuckles. Some guy was now eating my ass. His face was buried between my asscheeks, his tongue wriggling furiously against my hole. I could feel his unkempt beard rub all over my ass. I was euphoric. I love my job, I thought to myself. By becoming less than human at a young age, I’ve descended into a world of drugs, cock, cum, and service, and feeling my body being pleasured, knowing that these men wanted to pleasure their cocks using my holes, knowing I was nothing more than a sloppy cum rag to wipe their dicks with, a vessel for their cum... That fulfilled all of my inner desires. “More!” I screamed. “Cock... fuck me... breed me... use me!” I moaned incoherently as they touched me. “Aw yeah, the pig wants it. Oink, oink!” one of the men snickered. “Where’s the T? Someone put that slut in the sling and wrap a tourniquet around his arm.” “Man, if this kid’s parents could see him now.” More laughter, this time louder. Ricky watched in the corner, taking his turn at the bong. The man loved to indulge, but always stayed in control, making sure his money-maker didn’t get too out of line or refuse any of the men their pleasure. Continued in Part Two.
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I was 22, and working in Lewisam Hospital HIV centre as a third year medical student. I was young, blond, 11 stone, and 6 foot tall, so I got a lot of attention from the gay guys on the AIDS ward. There was one particular inpatient who always flirted with me like crazy. He was 56 years old, skinny and tanned, he was in the advanced stages of AIDS. On one particular night when I was on call, I went into his room, closing the door, and found he was still up. "Hi, John, still awake?" I asked, standing next to the bed. I was wearing just scrubs, boxer shorts and trainers with no socks on, my bulge kind of rested on the mattress as I leant forward against the bed, but I knew he wouldn't mind. "Hi, Joe, how are you?" John replied as he turned to face me, ihe process his hospital gown fell off his shoulder, showing his skinny chest, covered in grey hair. "I'm ok, but more importantly, how are you?" I asked. "Not so great. My viral load is up high again, and the KS on my leg is itching," he said, pulling his foot out from under the cover. He had a Kaposi Sarcoma on his left foot, one of the signs of advanced AIDS. It was a small brown, scaly lump, about the size of a 50p coin. I lifted his foot up and stroked the cancerous lesion. "You need some moisture on it. It's quite dry," i remarked, running my hand up his calf, feeling the similar sized cancer lump on his left shin. With one hand I stroked the KS lesion on his shin with my thumb, rubbing the lesion on his foot with the finger tips of my other hand. "Well, I'll let you sort that out for me young man," he commented, curling his toes round my fingers as I stroked his bare foot. "Is there anything else with which I can help you, John?" I asked. "Well, my cock has a problem," he replied, broadly grinning. "Oh, really. What would that be?" "It swells everytime a certain medical student comes near," he answered, out-lining his erection in his hospital gown, suggesting "I think you should lock the door and examine it," he said, lifting the edge of his gown up a bit. "John, ummm, you shouldn't get that out here..." I said as John exposing his big, heavy, hairy nuts, which I knew were full of toxic cum. "Oh, ok. I'd better lock the door if youre going to do that," I said, walking over to the door and locking it, and turning the little knob so the slits in the window went opaque. I walked back over to John's bed and sat down on the edge, slipping my shoes off and wiggling my sweaty bare toes. "At least I can go barefoot if the door is locked, I commented. "You like teasing me, don't you Joe?" John asked rhetorically. "This is just going to be a visual inspection, I said, lifting-up his gown. His fat, seven inch, uncut, veiny, tanned, poz erection lay obscenely hard along his bare thigh. "But I think I felt a lump, or maybe two lumps," he said lifting his balls up from between his thighs so his fat genitals proudly hung over his leg in front of me. I stood up, the hard floor cold on my bare feet, standing right up to the bed, my semi hard cock bulging my scrub trousers, the lump of my genitals resting on the mattress. "John, you have an amazing cock, but I'm a student here. I'm supposed to leave the room if a patient gets aroused," putting my hand on his bare foot again, rubbing his cancer lesion gently as he stroked his erection slowly. "You can just watch me wank. Anyhow, you seem to like touching my KS" John said. With that, he slid his bare foot up under my scrubs top, placing his bare sole on my bare chest under my clothes, suggesting "Take your top off." I did as he directed. Lifting my scrubs top off over my head, I stood bare foot and topless in an AIDS patient's hospital room. I put my hands on John's bare foot, lifting it up to my face as he lay naked, stroking his fat cock on the bed, and looked closely at his KS lesion, and then pressed my lips into the cancer riddled skin, kissing his bare foot right on his KS lump. "You're a nasty one, ain't ya," John asked, rubbing his big toe on my lips, pushing his sweaty toe into my mouth. I sucked down on his big toe, tongue-fucking the toe gap between his big toe and the next, proceeding to work my way down towards his little toe, thoroughly tongueing his toe gaps until all five of his toes were covered in spit. Then I kissed my way back-up his bare foot, until again I was pressing my lips into his KS lesion. "You can suck it, if you want. It'll help moisturise it,' John observed. I licked the cancerous lump, feeling the scaly texture of the lesion with my tongue. I pressed my lips round the circumference and sucked on his KS lump, sloppily sucking his cancer between my lips and into my mouth. Eventually I stopped slurping on his KS lesion, kissing his toes as he pulled his foot away, rubbing his saliva covered toes on my erection that was tenting out my scrubs trousers. "I think it's time to take these off," John said, pulling at my waist band with his toes. I assisted, pushing my trousers and boxers to my bare feet and kicked them off, standing naked in front of John as he leant forward and started to suck my cock. I held his head, curling my toes on the hospital floor as I face fucked John. The old guy deep-throated me easily. "John, I really shouldn't be doing this. I could lose my position,' i said as John pulled me onto the bed, laying me on my back and maneuvering on top of me. Our chests and cocks were pressed togther, our faces six inches apart. I leant forward and started to snog him, making out with his as we ground our cocks together. "Good boy, right decision," John said as he shoved his tongue down my throat. "But what if the nurses outside hear?" I asked as we rubbed our naked bodues together, readying ourselves for sex. "Well, we should probably do this quietly so they don't hear" John answered. Lifting my feet up onto his shoulders and kneeling between my legs, pressing his cock into my nut sack, he bent over so his face came close to mine again. "John, what are you doing?" I asked, adding "We can't fuck. Maybe some sucking, but we don't have a condom," I said as John kissed my forehead. With that, John reached over and pulled a condom out the drawer next to his bed and placed it on my chest, saying "It's there, if you want it." "What do you mean 'if I want it?'" John then kissed me on the lips as he rubbed his helmet over my ring and up and down my ass crack. "You're laying on your back, your feet up on my shoulders, on the AIDS ward in which you chose to work, having sucked the KS lesions on my foot," John replied. "So?" I asked. "So I guess you have a fetish for poz cock," John replied. With that he stuck his tongue out and pointed it to the left, so I could see another 50p sized KS lesion on his tongue, growing out of the side of his tongue half way along the shaft of it. "Is that...?' I started to ask but trailed off as I felt him lodge his helmet at my anus. "It's another lesion. Do you want to suck it?" he asked, gently putting pressure on my ass with his helmet. "I'd love to suck on it," I replied as John pressed his cock harder into me, the tip starting to seperate my ring. "I'll have to bend over to let you reach. My poz cock might slip inside a little bit," he observed, pushing his helmet into me a fraction to emphasise his point, noting "I've leaked quite a lot of poz precum on your little ass ring, so you're pretty well lubed back here," he said, rubbing his cock round my ring, pushing in a tiny bit more. "I don't care. Let me suck your tongue lesion," I replied, inviting him by widely opening my lips. John bent forward, his helmet slowly slipping into me, along with half his shaft, and stuck his tongue in my mouth. I knew his poisenous cock was buried in my guts, but all I could think about was sucking on that lump on his tongue and how nasty and kinky and horny that was. Then John pushed his cock deeper into my body. Then it realized: I was being penetrated bareback by a very toxic cock. I stopped sucking and stared in his eyes. "You like sucking my lesion? Do you want my raw cock up you deeper or should I pull out?" he asked. "Put your cock balls-deep inside me," I answered, pulling him back down and sucking on his tongue again. As directed, he slid in, balls-deep, grinding his cock into me. He slid out again, removing his tongue from my mouth. "More?" he asked. "Fuck me" I answered, laying back. "You nasty lil student boy," John said as he straighten his back, and buried his cock balls-deep into my ass. John was kneeling between my legs, my feet on his shoulders, trying to poz me as I lay on my back pierced by his fat cock. "John, jesus, actually, fuck, I can't let you do this. You've got to," trailing off as John slid his cock out and then gently slid it back inside me again. "Just let me fuck you for a bit. I won't cum in you, I promise," John whispered. Lifting my bare feet to his face, he sucked on my toes as he slid his cock in and out of my ass, gently fucking me. "Oh god, fuck, I can't believe I'm doing this in the hospital,' I said, curling my toes round John's tongue as he fucked me bareback, slow, and really deep. "Are you sure you don't want this?" John asked, reaching over and picking up the condom, putting it in my hand. "Why? I don't need it - as long as you don't cum in me," I replied. John fucked me harder. "Yeah, but I'm getting close," John said, sliding out completely and then fucking back in to the hilt, hard and deep, my ass slurping wth each thrust. "Fuck. How close? This feels really good," I asked, pushing my feet into his mouth as he fucked me. "Getting closer," John warned. "Don't cum. Just slide it in me for a few more seconds before you pull out. You're my first ever poz cock. I want it to last as long as possible," I responded, only to be met by a grunt from John. "How close are you now?" I asked as John tongue fucked my toes while he poz fucked my ass. "Pretty close," John answered, fucking me deeply, adding "Whoa, stop, stop, don't move," as he buried his cock inside me to the hilt, his balls slapping my ass. Then he bit down on my toes, chewing them gently as he closed his eyes. I could feel his cock throbbing in my ass as we both held still, John moaning and sighing. "Got too close and had to stop?" I asked, rubbing my big toe on John's tongue. "Fuck yeah. I nearly nutted up in side you then," John answered. I lifted my ass up off his cock and slid back down onto it again, grinding my ass onto his erection buried deep inside me. "Careful,' he said, grinding into me, adding "I'm really close." "How close? Could you cum in five strokes?" I asked, pulling my ass up and slamming it back onto his cock again. He tensed inside me, grinding up into my bowels trying to burrow deeper with his cock. "I dunno. Do you want to risk it?" he said pulling out and sliding back in counting off "One." "Go on. Go to five," I answered, pushing my toes again into his mouth. He slid in and out as I counted "Two..., ugh..., three... ughhhh..., four..., ughhhh... five....' I said as he slid in and out slowly. "Well, I didn't cum,' he said, grinding hard into my guts with his cock. "Then keep fucking me," I responded, pushing my foot into his mouth and gripping his tongue with my toes. He pulled-out and slid back in again. "One...' he said, adding "how many strokes do I get this time?" as he slid out and fucked back in, hard, balls-deep, "...two...," he said. "Just keep fucking me," I replied, pulling my ass off his cock and sliding it back down. He slid in and out repeatedly, quietly counting as he fucked. "Three... four... five... six...." "Stop counting," I ordered. John fucked me gently, in silence, and then sped-up, his balls slapping my ass. "But keep fucking?" he asked. After ten or more thrusts, he rammed his raw, poz cock deep inside my ass. "Fuck, John, keep fucking me. Don't stop," I ordered, again pushing my toes into his mouth. "I'm going to cum," he said, pushing my feet into my chest as he bent me in half to fuck me harder, slamming into my guts over and over, asking "Where do you want it?" "Cum inside me." He lifted my feet up to his face and sucked my toes again. "Are you sure?' he asked, all the while fucking hilt deep and brutally hard, warning "I'm about to cum. I didn't reply. As he moaned and closed his eyes, I grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled his cock into me. John bucked his hips as his balls pulled up tight in their sack. "Cum in me, John. Oh god, cum inside me," I answered. "Here it comes. FUCKING TAKE MY LOAD, YOU LITTLE NEG STUDENT BOY WHORE. YEAH, FUCK.' he hoarsely grunted. Then he bent over, putting his face next to mine as he unloaded deep inside me, asking "Can you feel my cock expanding? I'm cumming inside you." He took the condom which I was still clutching, and tossed it on to the floor, saying "My dirty sperm is right up in your guts. What would your doctor friends say?" as he finished-off his orgasm, his cock still buried in my guts. After a few seconds John pulled his cock out of my ass, resting his helmet at my hole, coating his fat mushroom tip in his sperm, he rubbed it round my ring and pushed his cum covered cock back inside me, fucking my cum filled ass for a minute or two as he came down off his cum. "Working it deep up into you boy. What does your medical student knowledge say about that?" John asked, grinding deep up into me with his cock. "John, fuck, oh god, pull it out. I've gotta go shit out your load." With that John finally let me slide off his cock. I stood up, naked, my bare feet cold on the floor, as John's toxic cum ran down my leg. John stood up in front of me, our cocks touching. As we stood face to face, he held our cocks together in his hand and stroked them, while his other hand slid round behind me and fingered my cummy hole. "You probably should shit that out," John suggested, ramming two fingers into my guts and swirling them around in his load up inside my guts. "Oh fuck..." I responded as John scraped my prostate with his finger nails. "...or, you could just fuck me quickly first, you must be gagging to blow a load after taking your first poz cock," John responded, turning round and bending over the bed, pulling his ass cheeks apart. i had a strange, out-of-body moment. i looked down at his rosebud ass, looked at my bare feet, curling my toes on the cold floor, cum dripping down my ankle and onto my foot where it had leaked out my ass. Then I looked at my hard, dripping, angry, cock, my mushroom helmet purple. It was so hard. "Well?" John asked. i stepped forward and pushed my helmet into his ass. "Good boy," John said.
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This is a completely fictional story. It has no basis on reality what so ever. It was a sunny August afternoon at a Midwest midsize university and Mark is pulling on to campus to start a new chapter in life as a graduate student and a graduate assistance. As he is half listening to the gps give him directions to his new apartment, he is checking out the campus, its buildings, scenery, and the people walking around. He pulled up to his new apartment building, well new to him. The building was built in the early 1900’s, while it is old it is still in decent shape, a real diamond in the ruff. The detail and beauty of the architecture is what sold Mark on the building, that and the location right off campus and low price. He was renting a one bedroom one bathroom apartment on the top floor; it had a great view of the campus. Like the building the apartment was rough but he liked it. He spent the next few hours with help from his parents, which pulled with the moving truck a few minutes after him, unloading and moving his stuff into the new place. After moving in, Matt and his parents went out to a local restaurant for some dinner. The food was good and the conversation fun, Mark would be sad to see them go, but he was ready for this new experience. Around 7 they finished up their dinner, said the goodbyes, and parted ways. Once Mark got home he started to unpack, straighten out the apartment, etc. He needed to get the bulk of the unpacking done that first night because he had to start his orientation and job duties the next day. It took him till almost 11 to get things done. He was tired from the long day and unpacking but he was not able to sleep. He was to excited to sleep. He figured a good workout would help him sleep. He got his gym bag packed and drove to the student recreation center/gym. Matt was a pretty fit and pretty good-looking guy. He was 6’0 tall, 170 lbs, had a four pack, good pecks, broad shoulders, and a nice tan. He had deep blue eyes, sandy brown hair, and wore glasses. He was the cute nerd type and had never really had problems getting a date. To keep his body in that shape he worked out 5 days a week and jogged every day. The thing about working out was that it always made him horny. It was late and the gym was pretty deserted. He worked out for about and hour then headed to the locker room to shower. As he was stripping his wet gym shorts off when a man a few years older then Matt, who had just turned 23 a few months earlier, walked out of the sauna in just a towel. They did the obligatory head nob as they passed each other. Matt checked the guy out as they passed. The mystery guy was in good shape. He was slightly taller then Matt, had more muscle tone and bulk, had red hair, green eyes, and a nice bump in the front of his towel. Matt got into the shower room, which was laid out with 6 circular shower poles, each with 4 heads. All of them were empty so Matt just grabbed the nearest one. As he started to soap up the mystery man walked in naked and started to use the shower across from Matt. As the he turned on the shower he introduced himself to Matt. “Hi, I am Adam, how was your workout?” “Hey, Matt here. It was a pretty good workout. Felt good to stretch and move after a long day of unpacking. How was your steam?” “It was good, I always enjoy a good steam after a hard workout. I saw you checking me out, so you into guys?” Matt fought to keep his mouth from dropping, and he was at a loss of what to say. He never met anyone so forward in his life. He now noticed that Adam was slowly stroking his cock and it was semi-hard, and he was already 6 inches long. Finally Adam stopped the silence, “ I can tell you do, you are sporting some major wood there man.” As Adam was saying this he moved from his showerhead to the one next to Matt. As he came up to him he reached down and grabbed Matt’s 7.5 in cut cock and started to stroke it. As Matt was about to say something Adam started to French kiss him and rub their bodies together. Adam’s cock was at full mass now and was at least 9 in long, uncut, and thick. Matt broke the kiss and said, “Wow this is great but wont we get caught?” “Don’t worry, no one every is in here this late and if some one does come in I am sure they will enjoy the show.” Adam whispered as he licked Matt’s neck and bit on his ear. He pinched Adam’s nipples and ran his hand up and down his cock and balls. Adam lowered himself to his knees and started to lick up and down Matt’s shaft and balls, then took his head in his mouth. He slowly took Matt’s shaft in his mouth till he was balls deep and proceeded to give Matt the best blowjob he had every had. Adam must have been a mind reader because as Matt was getting close he stopped the blowjob and came up to kiss him. As they made out Adam asked, “Do you want to fuck my ass?” Matt could think of nothing better then fucking a tight ass right now. He moaned as Adam took his nipple in his mouth. Adam took the moan as a yes to his question and turned around and positioned Matt’s cock head at his hole. He started to slowly inch Matt’s cock into his ass. Matt responded by slowly starting to move his hips back and forth, and then started to pick up speed. Matt started to pound harder as he kissed Adam’s neck and ear. Adam bent over holding onto the shower pole and arch his back as Matt really started to pound away at his ass. Matt varied his strokes. Long and hard, deep and slow, shallow and swift, all the way out then a fast plunge balls deep. All the while both men were moaning and talking dirty to one another. It was a wonder the front desk clerk didn’t hear and come and break it up. Matt had always had great stamina, but after about 20 minutes of pounding he had to warn that he was close, “Man I am about to cum.” As Matt was about to pull out Adam reached back and grabbed his ass and pulled him back into him. That final plunge was the last straw; Matt blew his load deep in Adam’s ass. Adam felt Matt’s cock grow and spasm. Then the warm tingle of cum came in his ass. He had been stroking the whole time he was getting pounded and the feel of Matt reaching his climax made him shoot his load all over the tile floor. It felt so great for both of them. Adam pulled off Matt’s softening cock. He turned around gave Matt a kiss and thanked him. He grabbed did a quick rinse and walked out of the shower. Matt was kind of shocked, but happy. He finished his shower and walked to the lockers. He was the only one in the locker room. No sign of Adam anywhere. He looked for him as he walked to his car but no sign. He hoped to run into Adam again and maybe get a number. It was a top ten fuck for him, he defiantly wanted another time with him. He got home in a few minutes, walked to his apartment, went straight to his room, stripped, set the alarm for 7 am and fell into bed. He was asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.
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I had been trading some emails with a guy I met on A4A and he offered to meet me at a bookstore in Charleston that I had only been in once, and on that occasion I chickened out without doing anything. The original plan was for me to suck him off, but as the discussion evolved, he became increasingly dominant, and I found myself confessing that I fantasized about being whored-out in public, or at least in a semi-public environment. Anyhow, I got the bookstore first and sat in a rear corner. After he arrived he stood next to me, pulled his cock out and started working it. I was as nervous as I've ever been but I finally got up the nerve to stroke him and a minute later, I was gobbling his cock - deep. Another guy walked up to get a better view and my buddy whispered something to him. The next thing I knew , the new guy's cock was also in my face. For about 15 minutes, I had a cock in each hand and was alternately sucking both of them. There were only about 10 people in the theater but I think every one of them was watching. I felt like such a slut and really enjoyed the experience. The door kept opening with guys going in and out, which kept my buddy from cumming but gave me time to really enjoy sucking them both. Thanks for a fantasy fulfilled buddy.
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Another true story. I am a cowboy at heart, and even used to bull ride. Was a great amount of fun. But as I got older I quit, but will still go to the stock shows, and rodeos when I can. One year I went to the Fort Worth Stock show with an older gay buddy of mine, I would have been about 28 to 30 then. We went around looking at the Horses, and cattle, and so forth, he was manning an exhibit for the company he worked for so I arranged to meet my buddy at the horse auction when he got off, but had some time to kill. As I wandered through the exhibits, I kept noticing this cute slim cowboy, I’d say he was late teens, early 20’s Red-headed, and about my height 5ft 9in tall. Every time he caught my eye, he’d wave and smile. Well I didn’t think much about it, I am known to be dense sometimes, and of course us folks here in Texas are normally friendly you know. Well it was getting close to time for the auction so I went to see if my buddy was there yet, and saw the red head sitting with a few other cowboys across from us. My buddy wasn’t there yet, and the auction was still setting up. I needed to piss bad, so I went on to the restroom. There was a waiting line out the door. When I finally got into the restroom, there was a tap on my shoulder, about the time someone came out of a stall. I turned and it was the young red headed cowboy. Hi, I’m Mike he said and offered his hand. I responded good to meet you I’m Stewart. Then turned and opened the door of the stall. With the room full of guys he followed me in and with a grin said can I join you? A little startled I said sure, and he closed the door behind us. As I unzipped and took out my cock he did the same and then reached over to hold mine as I took a piss. That made me hard almost instantly, he bent down and took my cock in his mouth and swallowed some as I was finishing. Then started to give me a blowjob right there in the stall. I know everyone could hear me moan. I could hear laughter from some of the other guys. I grabbed the back of his head and proceeded to fuck his throat, he took it all, and had tears in his eyes as he did. I took his cowboy hat and hung it over the plumbing fixture. This went on for a couple of minutes, and I lifted him back up and kissed him, sticking my tongue down his throat. I reached down and started jacking his cock, and working my other hand down the rear of his jeans and briefs, till I found his hole and worked a finger up into it slowly. He moaned. I pushed his jeans down, turned him around and ripped a hole in his briefs, then pushed him over the toilet and spit on my fingers and started working them up his ass first one finger then a second, damn he was tight. He was moaning so loudly I took my other hand and stuck my fingers in his mouth to muffle his moans, and crys, he bit down on my hand as I replaced my fingers with my cock, and stared to slow fuck him. I held him tighter against me and bit his ear, then whispered You like this don’t you cowboy I asked as we rocked back and forth. It sounded like he said yes, and I fucked harder, as my own jeans fell around my ankles. As I fucked him I reached around and started jacking his cock again, it must have grown to 8 inches by then. Suddenly he shot all over my hand and the toilet. I pulled my hand out of his mouth and moved the other up to it and said lick it cowboy, so he did. I came then filling him. I pulled out, grabbed some toilet paper and cleaned up some. Then zipped up, pushing my still semi-hard cock back into my briefs, and then my shirt tail, and turned him around, he had this glazed look in his eyes. I kissed him again, and could taste his cum on his lips. Thanks Mike, I said, that was hot. Can you meet me outside? I can’t he said my boss and the others are probably looking for me right now. I picked his hat back up and put it back on his head, as he started pulling his pants up and buckling his belt. I opened the stall door . About time you boys finished someone said as I exited, and went to wash my hands. Mike headed on out the door. When I left the restroom, I went back to the auction, my buddy was there. Where have you been he asked. I had to take a pee. Well I went to the restroom and didn’t see you in there, you must have gone to the other one? I do have a story to tell you though about some guys fucking in there. Everyone was watching the stall, surprised nobody called security. I pointed to the young cowboy sitting with his group as their horses came up for the auction. I think he’s damn cute what do you think Brad? Uh, yea, definitely your type he responds, but not a chance you’ll ever get that little straight boy my friend. You think he’s straight? I ask. He just looks at me, we’ll get you laid this weekend I promise and he grins. And we watched the rest of the auction. Straycowboy
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Been looking for a buddy who'd role play with me. Fri-Sun.. want too be told to do anything and have to comply. rent me out, have me do some fun things that will help me get over a shy personality. Blindfolds, seedy hotel rooms Will follow directions really well if I can find a bud or a few buds to share or tag -
Got a nice thick cock to fill up your ass. Love to take pics of my cock in a hot hole. Parks, alleys, garages, walk in scenes, restrooms, sex clubs. Sweaty pits are hot, groups, leather, jockstraps, piss play, love to swallow, lots. Check my profile for pics of my cock and ass. InPublicM4M on BBRT, or email direct at inpublicm4m@aol.com Poz & undetectable here, otherwise clean. -
Recently, out of nowhere, I had a dream about my buddy Jeff. I hadn't seen him in at least a year and a half, and we'd lost touch over time. I'd stopped checking in to the cruising sites where we would chat from occasionally about how nice it would be to see each other again, but never made specific plans to do so. Frankly, he'd pretty much dropped from my mind. It happens. Life changes, people move on. But then he appeared. Vividly. I could taste and smell him, and feel his strong, sinewy furry body. He was fucking me. His eyes were wild, and I hungered for what was in those eyes. I kept asking him to feed me. His response was always a whispered "yeah...", never missing a stroke. He was machine-like in plowing my ass. I could feel myself getting hungrier and hungrier... Then I woke up. Sweating, agitated, surprised, confused, with a raging hard-on that I immediately took care of. I shot a massive load picturing the end of the dream, when Jeff finally feeds me, giving my ass what it's looking for. The surprising and confusing part was that Jeff was HIV positive, and I was neg, but craving his load. It shocked me; but from then on I couldn't get him out of my mind. I had met Jeff originally at a park near where I used to live, in an industrial area along a river. We met up late one night, cruised each other briefly, then walked back toward the woods to a bench from which you could see any cars pulling into the park. In the low light we devoured each other: kissing, pawing, taking turns on our knees. Eventually he sucked my load out of me and we swapped my cum for a bit. We exchanged numbers and screen names and kept in touch. We played a couple times after that, at his place, where we could get naked and explore. He had boundless sexual energy that blew my mind. We sucked and fucked each other silly, but used condoms since I was neg. At one point he slid his bare cock into me, but I asked him to put on a condom. He said he thought I'd changed my mind. I almost did. There were times after that in our chats when he said he wanted to breed me. I always took it as just that: chat. After my dream, though, I was starting to think of it as something more. A couple nights after my dream I was back in my old neighborhood at night, and though I'd cruise by the park to see if anything was happening. There was--Jeff's truck was there, and he was not in it. My heart started racing, and I darted out of my car to see if I could find him. Sure enough, he was standing by the bench where we first met, looking out at the water. He saw me and smiled, and I didn't waste one second heading over and planting one on him. My hands worked quickly at freeing his cock from his jeans, and dropping my shorts to the ground. They were gonna get muddy, and I didn't care. I lowered myself to the bench and took his cock deep into my throat, getting it nice and slick. He grabbed my head and fucked my throat a little, pushing it balls deep into my gullet. Then he pulled out, and bent down to kiss me. When he stood up I threw my legs back to give him access to my hole. He immediately buried his scruffy face in my ass and munched ravenously, then stood up and slapped my hole with his cock, looking into my eyes. I smiled and pulled my legs back further. He smiled back and dove right in. My head was spinning as he plowed me with his big ol' poz fuck stick. I ran my hands over his furry body and reveled in his primal fucking. I looked into his eyes and recognized the wildness I'd seen in my dream. My smile widened. He kept fucking in a steady rhythm as he asked, "Are you still neg?" I nodded. "Are you OK?" he asked. "Feed me," I said. "Give me what my body's hungry for." "Yeah..." he whispered. His pace quickened. "Time for me to breed you buddy." I nodded in agreement, and with that watched his face change, eyes locked intensely on mine, as he unloaded his poz seed deep in my guts, grinding me into the bench, pushing it in as deep as he could possibly get it before pulling out with a pop. I licked his sweet cock clean, then kissed him deeply, sharing the taste of ass juice and poz cum with him. As we held each other and exchanged big shit-eating grins, he patted my still-bare ass and asked, "So does this mean we can do away with the condoms?" "You bet!" I answered, giving his dick a gentle stroke. "Good...then follow me home. I've got several buddies who I'm sure would be more than happy to help us celebrate your newly-found freedom." I wasn't about to pass that invitation up.
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One late night I was hangin with my Poz Pig buddy Todd. Todd lives in one of those Gay Ghettos in a Huge US City, directly across the street from a sleezy leather bar. We got kinda bored in his house, and since both of us really needed to piss, he suggested that we take it outside. Todd's house sits back from the street by about 25 feet, and there are other buildings on either side of his front yard, which is also where he parks his car, there not being any room to park elsewhere. The buildings flanking his yard are both out by the street, so his car is in a kind of dark nook just off the street, but totally visible to anyone passing by that cares to look in that direction. It was right around bar-closing time when we went out, both of us wearing leather harnesses, collars, armbands and boots. Maybe a jock too, I can't recall that. And we were both kinds feelin real good, ya know, and had taken with us a bottle of baby oil [cause it SURE does feel good when you're feelin good, know what I mean?] We started out by taking turns one of us kneeling in front of the other, while we got pissed on. Both of us love the feeling of hot piss streaming over our bodies, in our hair and faces. We both try to be politically correct too, recycling whenever possible, which in this case meant suckin each others pissing cocks, and swallowing whatever piss didn't escape our mouths. When we finished with the immediate need, we turned to fucking each other, while the bottom one of us bent over the hood of his car. A number of vehicles passed by us, including at least one police car, while we were fucking each other. Suddenly a car stopped, but it was only preparing to turn into the parking lot across the street. The driver, a twenty-something Jock type, got out of the car and unzipped his Levis, obviously needing to relieve himself. Todd, ever the Slutty Whore, whistled really loud, and when Dude turned our way, Todd motioned him over. Well, the Jock looked interested in finding out just what was happening in that dark corner, and he hurried across the street to us. Todd and I both say "Sup" [while Todd was still long-dicking my ass] and Dude's eyes got REAL big as he slurred "Damn you Dudes are Hot!" To which Todd says 'Ya wanna finish that piss you started?" And Dude says "yeah... where at?" "How about in his face?" Todd says, pointing to me, bent over the car hood, Leathered out and covered with baby oil. Dude says Sure, pulls his cock out and starts pissing over my back and into my face. I quickly opened my mouth to get some of that hot piss, just as Todd started pumping my ass faster, obviously close to shooting his Poz load up my hole. I could feel his cock spasming in my hole, and starting to slide in and out easier, my hole now slicked with his toxic cum. Todd pulls out, bends over next to me on the car hood, and tells me to fuck him. As I slid my dripping cock up Todd's slutty hole, Todd told Dude that if he wanted to, he could fuck my ass while I fucked his. Well, Dude had finished his piss, me swallowing about half of it, and the other half being sprayed all over Todd and I. Next thing I know, I feel a piss-wet quickly hardening cock at my hole, and I only slowed my thrusts long enough to tell Dude "just plow it in me, I love it hard!" Yep, I got exactly what I'd asked for, as this anonymous hottie shoved his now rock hard raw cock deep into my cum-slick asshole. God, it felt awesome! Here I was, outside, in public, on a hot summer night, covered in baby oil and piss, with a load of cum already up my ass, a hard anonymous cock raw-dicking my hole, and my dick deep up another hot tight hole. When I get a dick up my ass, its damn near impossible for me to hold out, so I was quickly shooting my toxic load deep up into Todd's ass, and my cum-spasms must have set off Jock Dude's orgasm, because he was quickly unloading in me! Todd and I stayed bent over, still coupled, as Dude said "I gotta piss again!" Todd told him to just let it loose in my ass, and I soon felt that great hot, wet, filling feeling in my ass, which set off my own piss into Todd's ass. When everyone had finished pissing, we all uncoupled, turned to our anonymous donor and thanked him for the hot time. He told us that the pleasure was all his LOL. The next night, Todd picked me up at my place to drive to McDonalds. As I settled into the front seat of his Camaro, I looked at the windshield and said "Dude!! How can you see out of your windows, they're all slick with baby oil LOL!!" To which he replied, "Well, thats just a hazard of livin in the 'Hood..."
