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I’m not living by myself right now, can anyone host me for a night and pimp my hole out ? i will be willing to pay.
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Most people can relate to tops being regarded as a power trip - but being a total bottom can be equally as empowering. Once your cunt is connected to your brain you find real power of being a bottom, slut, cumdump and the ensuing addiction to cock and seed that follows. When my ex told me that I would find empowerment through getting fucked as often as I can/need I did not believe him. But the subsequent journey has taught me that he was correct. The empowering comes from knowing that no matter for how long tops need bottoms to satisfy their needs and knowing that is important and mindset building. From having literally had thousands of tops breed me in the ensuing 23 years since we separated, I am grateful that I learned (or was more to the point, trained) just how important bottoms are. I have had tops that have been breeding me repeatedly at whim on and off for the last 10 years, and I always accommodate their needs. They text, I get ready. I went from thinking of myself as a small dicked pussy boy to acknowledging that my hole is my power and the needs that it has fulfilled from gangbangs, to accommodating cheating straight married men, to cheating partnered tops, to servicing tops in open relationships, to taking cock and seed of people without even speaking to them, to having regulars (which many use me as hole of last resort as they have had no luck on bbrts or Grindr) to anon sex, to teaching virgins to fuck, it is all part of one hell of a journey. Do other bottoms feel the same?
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"Squat on his face - make him eat your hole," I directed Trent. The boy-turned beast happily complied, straddling Ben's body with his leather boots and doing a deep squat until his asslips made contact with Ben's mouth. A gutteral moan vibrated through Ben's whole body. He shifted slightly (as much as was possible in his position) to get a better angle at Trent's musclehole. Trent just grinned and said, "Mmmmmmm- - - nice. Eat it Daddy!" His heavy stretched balls draped over Ben's chin, and his meat continued to fill out until i could see a thick, long vein pulsing along the top. "Want some lube?" i asked, staring intently at the huge holewrecker. "Yeah - sure," Trent answered, starting to lose his focus in the haze of sex. I grabbed the bottle of J-Lube and squeezed a glob into his palm. He slowly smeared it along the top of his cock (making the vein stand out even more!), and then gripping his meat from the base, he started lubing and stroking like a sexy pornstar. "I need to fuck!" Trent said, raising his body off Ben's slobbering mouth. He was a little unsteady, after squatting for so long, so i stood and reached out to steady him - placing my hands on his muscular lats. "Fuck! You're a fucking horse, man!" I said, complimenting Trent on his worked out bod. "Thanks," he answered. "I figure if you wanna fuck like a porn star - you better godamn look like one!" he laughed. I slapped his firm butt and rubbed my hand across his pumped pecs and abs. "I'd say you could fuck any porn star you want, stud! Trent stepped down off the plywood platform bed, his boots landing in two heavy thuds on the concrete floor. He immediately aimed his rock-hard cock for Ben's open gape. I climbed up on the bed and slid down behind Ben's head, resting his head in my crotch. I grabbed his ankles and pulled back, which in turn raised his gaping hole in line with Trent's dripping cock. "Fuck man! Fuckin' hot hole!" Trent said, staring at Ben's mancunT. Ben was speechless. I could see his face in the mirror, his eyes locked on the huge meat that was about to fuck him. I'm sure the heavy doses of meth were keeping him from talking, but the opening and closing of his wrecked hole said it all! Trent shoved two fingers - then three - into the slop bucket of an ass in front of him. Then four fingers. Then his whole hand! "Fuuuuccckkkk!" Trent drawled, his big cock bobbing up and down. "Fuck 'im!" I directed. "Breed 'im with that big Texas horsedick!" That's all it took - Trent leaned forward, making contact with the stretched foreskin on the head of his cock. I saw Ben take a deep breath, and then exhale, as Trent drove his meat in deep in one slow, deliberate thrusT!!! Trent took his time - slowly drawing his cock out (like a syringe) - and then leaning forward and letting his bodyweight drive his meat deep into Ben's hole until his clipped pubes made contact with Ben's asscheeks. I could feel Ben's body vibrate from the ecstasy he was feeling from being filled with dickmeat. I shifted my body to one side so that my cock was within reach of Ben's mouth, and he eagerly started sucking like he'd found a man's pacifier. Trent just continued his steady attack on Ben's greedy hole. "Hey - this lube's startin' to dry out - you got anymore?" Trent asked, trying to work up some spit to slicken his dick. I looked around for a water bottle, but couldn't find one within reach. Then, a nasty thought ran through my sleazy mind... I managed to climb out from under Ben's head, and took a standing position facing Trent. Aiming my cock in Trent's direction, I started to piss - a dark yellow stream hit Trent right between his pecs, and ran down his ripped abs, finally pooling on the base of his cock and Ben's wrecked hole. "Fuckin' A, man! That's some piggy shit - but it's workin'," he grinned. The warm, dark piss mixed with the dried lube, and instantly made it nice and superslick again. "Any chems in that?" Trent asked, picking up his pace of screwing Ben's brains out. "Yeah - from a few hours ago," I said. "But, I'd say it's pretty concentrated by now." Trent motioned me to step forward and opened his mouth, signaling he wanted to drink. I was only too happy to share the contenTs of my bladder with this hot stud/pig. I could feel his throat muscles contracting as i pissed down his throat. He didn't spill a drop! When i was finished, he backed off my cock, and shook his head. "Fuck - that tasted really nasty, man! Hope I get a buzz off it," Trent stated, followed by a deep belch. I stepped down off the bed and opened the door. The cool air felt good in the warm, sweaty, black room. i stood behind Trent and reached around to play with his hard, erect nipples. "Oh man - that's gonna make me cum!" he said. The harder i squeezed, the faster he fucked. Ben's body slid around the rubber sheet like a rag doll - he would try to grip the edges of the foam rubber mattress, but he was no match for the bull that was fucking him. When i noticed the lube starting to get sticky again, i would reach down and scoop some of the 'juice' off the rubber sheet and smear it on Trent's thick meat. Behind me, a crowd had started to form in the open door - about five guys all stroking their cocks and straining to get a good view of the action in the small room. "Gonna cum," Trent panted, his cock relentlessly pounding Ben's hole. Ben was totally relaxed - just letting the assault on his ass happen - happy to be full of dick and piss and chems...and soon, more cum. Suddenly, Trent's body stiffened. He raised his head to the ceiling and let out a loud wolf howl - "Ow, ow, owoooooooooo!!!" i looked down and could see the base of his cock pulsing - shooting load after load of thick poz cum into Ben's hole. Behind me, i heard the grunts of one of the onlookers, and when i turned to look, he was emptying his load into the twink kneeling in front of him. My slimy dick was slick with lube and Trent's sweat - sliding up and down on his broad, muscular back. (God, i luv communal sex!) Trent finally let his cock slide out of the sewer hole he'd just fucked - followed by a huge, sloppy fuck fart from Ben. Trent leaned forward and gave been a tongue deep kiss - "Thanks man! Your ass is fuckin' incredible!" "Oh no, thank you!" Ben replied, still in a stupor from the XXXtreme breeding he'd just had. "Anytime you want a hole to use," he said, sitting up and reaching to stroke Trent's softening dick. "You want the door open, or closed," i asked. "Closed, I guess," Ben answered. "I really need to get up and walk around - get some water." "Come on up to my room," i offered. "I've got water and gatorade. We could all use a break!" The three of us gathered our things, making sure we had our towels and keys, and headed out into the cool hallway. The crowd parted as we walked out, half-disappointed that the show was over. They stared as three hot pigs walked naked down the narrow hallway. i turned around before we turned the corner and said to the remaining guys, "Don't worry - we'll bring him back soon, ready for more!"
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Hosting a breeding gangbang on Dec 26 at the Courtyard Marriott on Yonge Street from 12-4PM. Have 10 confirmed so far but looking for more top breeders to fill me up. Message here for details or DM on twitter @mih_ottawa.
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A friend called me again to come to his house. He lives in another town in the mountains, an hour and a half away from mine. Last time we had foreplay to get to know each other, and the most that happened was that he sucked my ass and I came out of his ass. In this time that passed, I got into PrEP and already knowing us better, the conversations got hotter. In this opportunity, I mainly decided that I wanted to be fucked by him.... After all, it had been a while since I had been bottom, and even longer when it came to being bred. We agreed that I would travel caged, and he would also stay caged... and the first one to remove the cage would be the first to fuck the other's ass. When we got there, after some foreplay, I clamped his nipples tightly (he is very horny about them). He immediately turned me on my side and started sucking my ass uncontrollably. By this time he was already hard and leaking pre-cum (he has a lot of it)... he took off the cage, put me in a baked chicken, spat a little on my ass, and put it in all at once! How good it felt to feel that bare cock inside me! I kept clamping his nipples so that he pumped me energetically, feeling his volume and his touch. We changed positions a few times, and the best of all was when I wanted to ride him. I went into ecstasy at this, everyone was howling and the bed was moving with the back and forth motion. At the end, he turned me on my side and said he was going to cum. Finally I would feel that load that I had dreamed of for months! He was howling with pleasure and so was I, as something hot filled my ass after a long time. I was properly bred... I thanked him, and he thanked me too. And he graced me by sucking my cock until I cum, receiving all my load in his mouth, hot and plentiful. The next day we did it again, and this time each had the opportunity to take a load in the other's ass... we ended the day both bred and satisfied with pleasure. I can't wait to be able to return, and this time I hope his friend, who is totally top and loves to breed deep inside (and who didn't go because he was sick)... for sure it will be better than it was! *My profile pics are from that day. (sorry for the writing errors, as I am not writing in my mother language)
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Hey pigs. Another one-off short story. Hope you like it. Lemme know in the comments. xxx ___ Breeding Ben’s Buggy Bunghole I was out of town for a conference and horny, so I went to the hotel bar. I knew I should have kept my dick in my pants. A guy I was seeing had told me that morning that he’s tested positive for something and that I should get checked out. I figured I’d take care of whatever pills or shot in the ass I’d need when I got home. At the bar, I saw this very sexy guy sitting alone with an empty stool next to him. I asked if it was free and he invited me to sit down, introducing himself as Ben and flirting with me. As the place was full and that was the only seat, I was glad to have a place to perch, especially next to a sexy guy who was clearly into me. Ben told me that he was married, to a man, and that he and his husband, Peter, had been together for a few years before Peter realized that Ben was never going to settle down. He’d always assumed that Ben wanted a monogamous heteronormative relationship. Ben told me that he enjoyed hooking up with new guys and taking their loads home to Peter to eat out of his hole. Ben could tell that his nasty talk was making me hard and he reached for my crotch. My hardening cock rewarding his grasp with a steady stream of precum that leaked through my trousers faster than I’d have liked. He told me that his husband really liked it when he had risky sex, so whatever my status was he didn’t want to know. I asked him if he was a bug chaser and he winked, asking me, ‘Why? You have any bugs?’ I was about to tell him about my hookup’s news, but Ben pressed his finger to my lips saying, ‘Shhhhh…’ I asked if he wanted to go back to my room, and Ben eagerly agreed. The guy sitting next to us clearly overheard the whole conversation and raised his eyebrows, giving me a thumbs up. I could tell that overhearing out conversation had gotten him hard as well as he adjusted his bulge. Ben and I made out in the elevator and tore each other’s clothes off as we tumbled into my hotel room. He shucked off my pants and yanked my briefs down before swallowing my cock to the root. He was clearly horny to get fucked. I told him that I’d be happy to rubber up if he wanted me to and he told me he’d rather take me raw. He didn’t ask my status and I didn’t volunteer. As he toyed with my cock I whispered, ‘hope you don’t catch anything you can’t get rid of.’ He gobbled my dick down as he looked up at me with hungry eyes. After Ben had sucked me to full dripping hardness, he swiveled around on his hands and knees and arched his back like a real pro piggy bottom. He leaned down with his face on the bedspread and used his hands to pry apart his alabaster ass cheeks. Ben’s butt was nearly hairless except for a little peach fuzz right around his hole. I lapped at his ass and managed two slip two fingers easily into him. When I pulled them out, I saw that they were slick with what I was pretty sure was nother guy’s load. Ben clenched his muscles down on my fingers and begged for more. I got all four fingers and my thumb inside lubed up and wet with my oozing precum. Ben asked if I minded taking some pics with his phone and I obliged with my other hand. I snapped away as I pulled my hand back so just my fingertips were inside his creamy hole and lined up my raw dick. I slipped inside with just precum and spit as lube. Ben was so wet inside I really didn’t need anything else. He moaned as my cock entered him. When I removed my hand, I was surprised to feel how loose and stretched-out Ben’s hole actually was. I could barely feel the sides of his chute as I pummeled his open sloppy cunt. He groaned and asked if I liked his opened-up pussy. I told him I did and he arched forward making my dick plop out of him. A torrent of white cream sluiced out all over the sheets. Ben asked me to lay down so he could ride me. He handed me his phone and had me make a video of him bouncing up and down on my dick. With his hole so opened up and sloppy, he could really take me deep. He pushed his cheeks together for more friction and got me close to cumming. He then stopped and just sat there, my hard bare dick throbbing deep inside his guts. Ben began to rock up and down reached for his phone. He grinned at me. He asked for my room number and then entered it into his phone and I heard a ‘whoosh’ as he sent it. He then sent the pics and video. He rode me slowly, keeping me rock hard and close to cumming. He looked down at me asking, ‘Remember Peter? My husband? Mind if he joins?’ I didn’t care, but wondered what would happen when he arrived. Also, I thought his choice of words was odd. I’d never met Peter, so how could I remember him? A few minutes later, there was a quiet knock at the door and he raised up and off to go answer it. He stood in the open doorway, kissing a man as he loosened his tie and pulled it above his collar. I thought he was undressing his husband, but instead, he stopped as the tie covered the man’s eyes. He tightened the knot back and guided him in. I wasn’t surprised to see that Peter was the guy at the bar on the other side of the empty stool. Ben smiled and led Peter to a chair. He unbuckled Peter’s belt and pushed his pants off before sitting him down. Peter opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. Ben leaned forward and backed his gaped cummy pussy to his husband’s tongue. Peter lapped at Ben’s hole and moaned into it. He turned around, holding Peter’s blindfolded face as he stuck his ass out and rolled it around. Ben and Peter kissed as I rubbed my raw cock against his hole. I easily entered Ben’s slack asshole as he groaned into his husband’s mouth. “He’s fucking me, baby. He’s fucking me raw.’ Peter gulped for air asking, ‘Is he NEG, baby?’ ‘How should I know,’ Ben replied. Ben moaned saying, ‘Letting a stranger fuck you bareback is so risky! You know what happened last time!’ Ben turned over his shoulder looking up at me as I pounded my hips into his ass. ‘Last time, I got bugged with a few things. Nothing I can’t get rid of though.’ He winked at me as I pummeled his pussy. Somehow this slutty couple had turned the tables on me. I had been worried about not disclosing my trick’s recent diagnosis, and figured that I’d already been exposed to any bugs Ben was carrying. I picked up my pace and pounded his bare cunt. I railed Ben’s hole forcing him off his balance and into his husband’s chest and shoulders. I whispered that I was close and they both begged me to fill him up. I shot deep inside Ben and let my cock go soft inside him. As I pulled out, my seed, and likely at least a few other mens’ gushed out of him, splashing on Peter’s crotch and legs. As I went to the bathroom to take a piss and clean up, Ben guided Peter to the floor on his back and sat on his face. Peter lapped at his husband’s used slutty hole as more and more seed slipped out and into his mouth. ‘Yeah, baby. Eat those loads. Fucking stranger cum dripping down your throat!’ Peter moaned his approval as he lapped at his husband’s sloppy used cunt. When I came out of the bathroom, the two of them had gone, but Peter had left his business card. It turned out that they lived in my town and were both here on business. I would definitely be breeding Ben again... hopefully after we both got treated for anything I’d caught deep in his hole or was carrying before I got there.
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I'll be hosting ass-up at the Shoreline Motel in Milford, CT on Tuesday, Oct. 25th. This is a daytime event, scheduled from 8:30 am until 4:00 pm. I'll be cleaned out and blindfolded with the room door ajar for all anonymous tops who want to stop by. Both holes wide open! Pump and dump and go. I'm not on this site very often so look for my 'local party' in New Haven on BBRT, or hit barebacking72 on Twitter. I'll also be cruising Grindr and Sniffies in between visitors. -
47, 5’10” 160 lbs, 6” uncut cock, insatiable cumslut. Hit me up here or on Grindr or on bbrts or squirt. I want to get fucked by all of you. No condoms. No pulling out. No loads refused. Make me your cumdump. mobile for now. Can’t host. But also willing to meet at Club Ottawa or One-in-Ten.
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Went to cupids in kutztown tonight was able to get 3 raw cocks in my ass ❤️ anyone in eastern pa LVH area let’s meet !
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*Author’s Note: If you haven’t read “Cleaning out the Attic” I recommend you do so now – this is the second part of what seems to be turning into a bit of a novel.* Chapter Two - Journals Nick lay naked on his hotel bed staring at the ceiling, his eyes unfocused, slowly rubbing his still hard cock. Sunlight streamed through the window falling across his sweat covered body, and making the few gray hairs sprinkled amongst his dark chest hair. Nick’s however took in none of it, not the warmth of the morning, or the sound of a bird chattering outside his window, all he could see was his 21 year old nephew, Luke, firing off another massive load while riding Nick’s cock just a half hour ago. He saw the boy’s square handsome face, with just a hint of stubble on the cheeks, screwed up as the orgasm rocked through his body. He felt Luke’s hole spasm around his fat throbbing cock. He remembered Luke’s round developing pecs, pink pert nipples, and swirling light brown chest hair all heaving as his breath burst out of him in uneven spurts. He ran his hand through his own chest hair and felt the boy’s dried load crunch under his fingers. He was broken out of his reverie by a buzz from the bed side table. Nick stretched and rolled over, smelling the dense scent that only comes from a long night of fucking drifting off of himself. He grabbed his phone and rolled only to his back again. It was a text from Brett, his husband, partner, lover and best friend of forty year. ‘Morning babe!’ it read. Nick grinned at his phone, even after all these years anything to do with Brett made is heart flutter. Brett had been the one to help Nick realize he was gay, the first man to fuck him, the first man he had ever felt any sort of romantic interest in. Together they had explored the wild freedom of the late 1970s in New York; they had been there for each other through the unknown and the fear in the 1980s, holding hands at funeral after funeral, trying to make sense of the world; and they had celebrated the shift in the universe. They had been married in Canada a few years prior, still not technically legal in the United States but that was changing. Nick had this feeling deep in his gut that soon he would be holding hands with Brett swearing to love him forever in the US too. Maybe, he thought, knowing what he now knew about his extended family, he wouldn’t be there all alone this time either. Though he would probably leave out the part about how he had fucked his brother’s son when finally telling the family about his sexuality. ‘Babe you will never fucking believe what’s happened.’ He texted back. ‘Oh no! Are you ok?” Brett’s response came back quickly, he must have had his phone in his hand. ‘Not in a bad way. Hold on.’ Nick pulled up FaceTime and called Brett, there was too much to put in one text. The screen was suddenly filled with his husband’s handsome face. It was still early in San Francisco and Brett was clearly still lounging in their bed. Cool misty morning light played across one side of Brett’s square handsome face. Brett was just as handsome as they day they had met. He still had the same rugged looking face, like a football jock, but now thin lines crept out from the corners of his eyes, and ran across his forehead. They gave the appearance that at any moment he was about to burst into raucous laughter. His hair was no longer the long wavy blonde mess it had been in 1977, it was silver, short on the sides with a high front and a soft fringe falling to one side. “You’re still in bed?” Brett said by way of a greeting, his face cracking into a wide smile, “What did you get up to.” “Seriously, you will not believe me.” “What?” “Ok, so you remember that journal that I wrote when we first got together.” “Your sex journal?” “It was more than that. I didn’t just write smut.” “Uh, sure.” He drew the last word out in a long teasing tone. “Listen, butt face, you wanna hear this story or do you wanna mock me.” “Honestly?” “Fuck you, ok. So before I came out to SF permanently I had taken some boxes to my parents that I didn’t have a place to store. Then when I told my dad about us and everything went south I thought I had pack them all into the car that night and brought them home. Turns out I had missed one. Why I never thought it was there I don’t know, but… there in my dad’s attic all this time was that box I could never find.” “Was it just the journal?” “No, the journal and all those Polaroids I used to take, and one really old jock.” “So you found it?” “Rick’s kid Luke did apparently when he was sorting through stuff.” Nick paused, letting that sentence hang dramatically for a few seconds before continuing, “And when I went to go help move the big boxes and things out of the attic I walked in right as he blew a huge load all over himself reading it wearing the fucking jock.” “Shit! Seriously? How old is this kid?” “Twenty One.” “That doesn’t really explain why you’re still in bed… unless…” “So I tell him to get dressed and we sit down in the hot fucking attic and I’m expecting to have to have this whole talk about what gay is and coming out. No, he’s out to his family, he has been for years, he’s been fucking guys at university and apparently a flock of daddies and bears around the town. He didn’t have questions he was just horny as fuck. He’d been reading the journal for days and jerking off to it every time. He’d even been wearing the jock while he worked. And then he tells me that reading about you fucking me for the first time had gotten him so worked up he got on Grindr and found a local guy to breed him.” “Fuck!” “I know, so we end up going to the gay bar next to my hotel, largely to get out of the hot fucking attic.” “Sure.” Another long drawn out teasing vowel. “So we’re swapping storied, and then he says that I’d described you so much that he feels like he knows all about you, or at least you of the 1970s.” “Young dumb and…” “But,” Nick cuts off his husband’s cheeky response, “I never described myself, and he wants to know what I look like.” “He asked you for a dick pic.” “Yeah basically. So I show him that video of me fucking the SFU kid. He then shows me a video of a daddy from school balls deep in his ass.” “Fuck this kid was begging for it.” “We basically sprinted to the room, ripped off each other’s clothes and he begged me to fuck him.” “So naturally…” “I fucked him twice last night and once this morning, he went home like forty minutes ago with a fresh load in his hole.” “Damn, you think he’ll be back for more?” “Oh absolutely.” ----- Luke had taken a detour on his way home. He was still sweaty and he assumed stunk of sex but he was on a mission. Nick had suggested he get a journal of his own, and that’s what he was going to do. He slipped into the bookstore quickly as he could, made his way to the writing section, and grabbed an unadorned hard covered journal. He paid for it quickly, hoping against the odds that the cute boy at the register didn’t clock that his tousled hair was from a recent fucking, and got the hell out of there. He was grateful no one was home when he got back to his parents house. He had told his mother he was spending the night at a high school friend’s house after getting too drunk to drive home. As soon as he was in his room he stripped off down to the same jock he’d been wearing for days. It felt like a part of him now, this old jock, it had become part of his erotic life over the past week. It was a physical attachment to the world he had longed to experience while reading Nick’s journal and his real life. It made him feel like he was part of that, like he could live his life like Nick had been. That the freedom to explore and experiment was his. In wearing it he felt that he was more than just another horny college boy with a thing for older men, he was a part of gay history, and culture, he was free to try anything. Try anything, he thought, Jesus he sure had done that. He’d spent the night being fucked by his dad’s brother. He still had his uncles cum inside him even. He took a pen off of his desk, unwrapped the new journal and lay on his bed. June 10th, 2011 At the advice of my uncle I’m starting a journal of my own; a next generation to go along with his. Nick’s journal is the story of his sexual awakening, how he understood his homosexuality, and became comfortable in that world. It starts with him and his best friend crossing a line and becoming more. So that is where I will start mine, with Nick and I crossing a line. As I write this I can practically feel the three massive loads Nick pumped into me last night. I let my uncle fuck me, more than that I wanted him to. I wanted to feel him unloading inside me, and as soon as I took that first forbidden load I knew it wouldn’t be enough. Not by a long shot. As I left this morning, he kissed me by the door, and said: see you tonight. In a few hours I’ll be back in that hotel room, naked with the man who took over my fantasy life living out my own sexual freedom. So, how did this happen? How did I come to be full of my uncle’s load? It started when I found an old journal while cleaning out my grandfather’s attic. He wrote and wrote. He wrote down how his heart had pounded as he when he first found the journal. He tried to capture the fear he had felt when Nick had found him naked, and in the mist of orgasm, the journal in hand; then how that fear had turned into a low burring arousal that both he and Nick had tried to ignore. He described how it had felt to have Nick’s cock slide into him for the first time. He wrote about falling asleep in his uncles’ warm arms. Despite having cum multiple times with Nick, Luke’s cock was hard again as he wrote. For a moment as I woke up I thought it was all a dream. It couldn’t have happened like that. There was no way I had ended up in my uncle’s hotel room let alone having made love to him twice. Yet there was a heavy arm draped across my body, and warm hairy chest pressed into my back as I came around. I turned slightly to look at the man behind me still not completely believing my own memory. Yet, there he was, my uncle Nick. He too was still shaking off the last tendrils of sleep. He blinked a few times and then smiles. “How are you feeling,” He asked in little more than a whisper. “Good,” I said, in the same hushed tones. “No regrets about last night?” “No, God no. Fuck. That was… well that was amazing. Why… why do you…” “Not in the slightest.” He moved his big hand to my face and pulled me into a kiss. It started soft at first but as I rolled to face him it became more passionate. His tongue slid past my lips and his hands traveled down my body. We were both naked and I could feel his cock hardening against my body as mine did the same. His hand came to rest on my ass, squeezing. He brushed a finger against my hole and I gasped. “Sorry,” he said, “You’re probably sore from last night.” “A little,” I responded, “but not enough to make me say no to you.” “God damn.” He pushed my shoulder down into the bed knocking me onto my chest and disappeared under the sheets. He kicked my legs apart and I felt a hand on each of my cheeks. He spread my ass wide, and then came his tongue. I arched and pushed back, his tongue circling my hole, sending electric shocks through my body. My hole felt tender, but I wanted him again all the same. He pulled on my hips, shifting me back and sticking my ass in the air. Now with a better angle his tongue delved even deeper into my hole. “Fuck,” he said, “you’re still so full of cum. It’s like I just bred you. I bet you’d feel amazing right now.” “Fuck me and find out.” “You’re really up for another round?” “Absolutely. Please, fuck me.” “That’s all I need to hear.” He tossed the sheets back and reared up. Towering above me he spat on his cock and lined the head up with my hole again. For a second there was nothing but pain as my bruised ass was asked to open up again, but then his head burst in and it was only pleasure. He sank right to the hilt, the loads he had left inside me were more than enough lube. We both let out a groan of pleasure. He was taking his time, genially fucking me this time. His cock slid from my hole in long deep strokes. Each time he pressed back in the head of his cock knocked against my prostate sending waves through my body. Nick’s tongue dragged across the back of my neck, and his hands pressed me down into the bed. We both groaned together. “I want to see you ride me,” Nick breathed in my ear. Nick pulled back and spanked my ass before pulling out. He flopped down on the bed next to me and I scrambled to get up over him. I straddled his legs and sat slowly down. His cock easily found my hole. I sighed as my ass came to rest on his hips. “God damn, you look so fucking sexy sitting on my cock.” “Your cock just feels so perfect.” “Ride me, show me how much you need it.” I bounced up and down. Slowly at first, and then harder. I worked my ass down onto his dick making it hit as deep as it could. Nick’s face was contorted in pleasure. The little lines around his eyes deepened, fanning out as he scrunched his face trying to stave off the inevitable. I rocked harder, one hand drifted to my own cock. I started to stroke myself as I rode Nick. It was clear we were both building to the edge. When it came it crashed over us both like an unexpected wave hits you in the ocean. The force of my own orgasm blinded me to what was happening inside my hole. Rope after rope of cum erupted from my cock and spattered across Nick’s hairy torso. It fell into the thick pelt and glistened against his sweaty heaving chest. It was only as my breath started to come back to normal that I felt the warmth spreading inside me. Nick’s cock gave one last throb and pushed even more cum into my hole. I collapsed forward and kissed him. Luke was hard again. He’d had a massive load fucked out of him not two hours before but his balls ached. He pulled the pouch of his jock to the side and started to work another load out of his balls. ----- Brett padded to the kitchen naked after he hung up with Nick. His cock was still semi hard, swinging heavily in front of him as he walked. Nick had fucked his nephew, Brett’s mind was spinning. He should, he thought, be grossed out, or upset, or something, but in reality it was hot. Nick had sent him a picture from the boy’s Instagram, he was a well bit college senior, a little stubble on his cute face, and bright kind eyes. Brett would have fucked him too if he’d found the boy jerking off in just a jock. He rubbed his cock a few time, feeling the blood flow back to his member momentarily. “God, that journal,” he said out loud to the empty apartment. He remembered that weekend in ’77 probably better than most things in his life. He remembered the power going out. The whole city was dark, for the first five minutes it was one of the most terrifying things he’d ever experienced. Just looking out of the window and seeing nothing that the dim ambient moonlight couldn’t pick out was horrifying in New York City. Everyone is so use to the bright lights of the street lamps, apartment windows, and neon signs that they never think about how dark the night really can be. Then it was all gone and their tiny apartment on the West Side felt like an island in the middle of a vast ocean. Of course, his childhood in Florida had kicked in the, he’d been through enough hurricanes to know what to do when the power went out. He’d filled coolers, moved beer around, he’d filled the tub with water in case something happened. He’d dug candles out of drawers and placed them around the one common space, and then they had sat. In the oppressive heat of July in NYC they had sat in the dark and drank beer, the apartment still felt like a little island, but a warm and welcome one now. Nick had been the thing that made him feel safe, though he didn’t articulate that at the time. It felt like the two of them could take on anything so long as they were together. Then the conversation had drifted to sex. Brett had been dying to tell Nick that he was gay for ages. The scale of the secret growing in his mind with each passing day. There, by the light of candles, and in the circle of safety Nick created just by existing, Brett had finally felt brave. He’d let it out, and though he worried about Nick’s reaction, he felt better just for saying it. He loved his life, he liked being gay, he like men, he was secure in who he was; and if Nick had reacted badly, well that was what it was but he had to tell him. He hadn’t reacted badly though. Quite the opposite. They’d stripped off most of their clothes trying to escape the inescapable hot humid air, and Nick had little to hide his arousal as Brett shared. What had come next were the things of dreams. He had imagined what it would be like to sleep with Nick, what his cock would be like, what his hole would taste like but he’d never thought it could happen. Then there they were, naked together, candle light flickering about them. He had opened Nick slowly just like the first man to fuck him had done. When Nick hole was slick with spit and winking hungrily at him, he slid his cock inside his best friend and changed their lives forever. Neither of them knew it then but that was the start of their real relationship. From that moment on they were a pair. They’d drifted apart once or twice, Brett had given Nick a lot of space to explore his new found sexuality, but they had always come back to each other from that moment on. When Brett had gone home with that first guy in college he had been terrified that that meant the end of his chances of happiness. He understood being homosexual to mean being alone for the rest of your life. It meant giving up your family and friends for nothing but ultimately unfulfilling sex. Though, being twenty-one, and drunk at the time meant he didn’t think of any of those things till the next morning. He’d stayed at the bar after his other friends left, he did that a lot in those days. He’d always known that he wasn’t attracted to women in the same way as his brothers and his friends, but the realization that he was attracted to men had been slow. Now in his last year of college he got it. He looked at the men his friends had grown into and got hard thinking about their bodies. He saw the chest hair not poking out of the tops of their, looked at their firm asses squished into tight faired jeans. He longed to see them naked in a way he never thought about the girls they met out at parties. All of that left him ultimately lonely, even when sitting in a bar full of his friends he felt isolated. So, when everyone else had left, he stayed and drank, hoping to squash the feelings he didn’t dare give a voice to. An older man had sat down at the bar, handsome and fairly unassuming. He was probably in his mid-forties. He had a square face, a rather round nose, and short hair turning gray at the temples. He wore a button-down shirt open to just below his pecs exposing a broad swath of fur covered skin. Brett couldn’t help his eyes flicking down. The man had introduced himself as Aaron, and they had started chatting. Aaron had a few beers, bought Brett another one, while they made small talk. Brett liked talking to Aaron, there was something a familiarity there that he didn’t yet understand. It was his gay-dar going off, which was obvious in retrospect. When Aaron has said he was stepping outside for a smoke, Brett had followed despite not being a smoker himself. Aaron went around the corner of the building rather than standing under the street light out front, “less windy”. He lit a cigarette, took a long drag on it and handed it to Brett before lighting another one for himself. Brett, not wanting to seem uncool, took a deep pull on the cigarette and promptly launched himself into a massive coughing fit. “You don’t actually smoke do you,” Aaron laughed good naturedly. “No.” Brett looked down at his shoes, feeling very bashful. “Why did you come out then?” Aaron took a step closer to Brett, the intensity of his gaze dragged Brett’s eyes back up. “I didn’t want to sit at the bar alone.” “Is that all, or was there something more specific that brought you out here.” He stepped closer again. They were now inches apart. Brett could smell the sweet intermingled scent of beer and smoke with each breath Aaron let out. He felt weak at the knees. A fire was growing in him, his crotch began to bulge, and his mind felt muddles. “I don’t know what you mean.” “I think you do.” Then “it” happened. He kissed another man. That thing he had been pondering, secretly yearning for, happened and it was wonderful. The roughness of Aaron’s face against his, the instance of the man’s tongue entering his mouth, it was everything he had wanted. Brett’s hands quickly found Aaron’s hips and pulled him closer, their crotches pressed tight as their kiss continues. Aaron brought one hand up behind Brett’s head, holding him in place, the other dangling to the side keeping the still lit cigarette out of reach. When they broke apart Brett was flushed, his whole face felt red. Heat seemed to radiate from his entire body. He locked eyes with Aaron and found himself unable to move, despite how hard his heart was pounding. “Do you want to get out of here,” Aaron said, his lips barely an inch from Brett’s, “or do you want to keep making out in an alley.” “I have… I have roommates…” Brett said, feeling lame as soon as the words were out of his mouth. “I don’t.” “Ok.” Brett’s voice was little more than a whisper. His heart was in his throat, and his stomach felt as though it was about to fall out, but still he said yes. The beers had given him the courage to do what he had been yearning for. He was saying yes to this incredibly sexy man. He was going to say yes to whatever Aaron asked him. He was determined to finally know what it was to have sex with a man… and maybe that, he though, would explain his feelings. They walked, not quite touching, the few block’s to Aaron’s apartment. It was a cozy walk up, in an unassuming brick multistory building. They slipped from the bright florescent hallway, into the dim warmth of Aaron’s living room. The walls were dark and paneled, a big comfortable looking sofa dominated one whole side of the room, a big thick television the other. A light glowed in the small kitchenette, leading them into the bedroom. It was small but perfectly appointed. Everything about the apartment made Brett feel at ease. It wasn’t sleazy or frightening, overly fem or queer as his mother would have said, it was just warm and safe. Brett perched on the edge of the bed, unsure what to do next. Aaron clicked on a scarf covered lamp on the bedside table. The soft rose tinted glow spilled over one side of his body, throwing the sharp lines of his face, and the swells of his muscles into sharp relief. Never breaking eye contact with Brett, he unbuttoned his shirt. Every inch revealing more of his fur covered torso. When he cast the shirt aside, standing in just his tight, high waisted bell bottoms, he looked to Brett in that moment the perfect specimen of manhood. It was like the Bert Reynolds centerfold Brett had lusted after so many times had come to life right in front of him. Aaron put a hand softly under the boy’s chin and tilted his head back. He bent down and lightly kissed his latest conquest on the lips. He felt the tension go out of the boy. He needs this, Aaron thought. He pulled Brett to his feet, and locked his fingers under the edge of the boy’s t-shirt. He pulled it up over his head revealing a cute fit physique. Brett loved exercise, not just because he then got to see sweaty men in the locker room after. He loved how it made him feel. He liked seeing his pecs press through the soft clinging material of a shirt, or see his ass bulge in a pair of tight pants. He was proud of his round pink nipples, and the hair that grew between them. He had every right to be, he was hot. Aaron ran his fingers over the boy’s chest, feeling the warm flesh under the honey blonde fur. They kissed again, this time with more passion. Brett pulled them back together. He wanted to feel Aaron’s flesh against his own. He wanted to feel the warmth of another man’s body against him. His hands explored now. He was gaining confidence. Having taken the first step of following a man home, he felt like anything was possible. He kissed Aaron’s neck, licking the salty sweat from his skin. Aaron took Brett and held him back, before bending his head to do the same. He licked at the boy’s flesh, and then slowly down his chest. His tongue flicked over Brett’s nipple bringing out the first whimper of pleasure from the boy. He did it again, and Brett groaned. He’d never felt anything like this. They tumbled back onto the bed, falling in a mess of limbs and kissed. Aaron ground his hips into Brett, pressing their erections together. Brett’s mind burst. Any doubt he had about his attraction to me, or his want for their bodies was quickly vanishing. This was the hottest thing that had ever happened to him. It was absolutely nothing like being with a woman. He wanted to Aaron’s cock. He wanted to grab it, to stroke it, he wanted – and it shocked him to realize – to swallow Aaron’s cock down his throat. Aaron grabbed both of Brett’s hands and pinned them above his head against the mattress. His fingers danced across Brett’s nipples as his tongue made its way to the mass of blonde fur exploding from his pit. Aaron’s tongue swirled around the hair, and tasted the boy’s musk. Brett writhed. It all was so new and felt so good. Slowly Aaron slithered his tongue down Brett’s body, playing over his nipple again for a moment before continuing down. His hand’s reached Brett’s throbbing crotch first. He grasped at the straining fabric that barely managed to contain his erection. Brett groaned as Aaron rubbed him through his jeans. Expertly Aaron undid Brett’s belt and then unbuttoned his fly. Brett shifted his weight, and Aaron pulled his pants off in one quick move. Brett now lay, his legs on either side of Aaron’s body, in just his white briefs. A big wet spot had formed in the front of them, turning the fabric almost translucent, from the massive amounts of precum he was leaking. Aaron bent forward, and kissed the boy’s hard cock through the thin fabric of his underwear. He rubbed the stubble of his chin along the shaft, and then hooked his fingers under the waistband. He slipped Brett’s underwear off, allowing his cock to spring up and slap against his stomach, and left him completely naked. Brett’s breath was coming hard and fast, his eyes locked on Aaron as the older man bent forward, took hold of his cock, and started to suck. Brett had had blow jobs before but none so expert as this. Aaron swallowed hard, and Brett’s rather sizeable cock vanished down his throat. “Jesus fuck,” he groaned, both hands behind his head, allowing Aaron to ravish him. Aaron’s tongue swirled around the head of Brett’s leaking cock, savoring the sweet precum that was now practically pouring out. He worked his mouth up and down, sucking hard. He buried his nose in Brett’s pubes and worked his throat around the wide shaft. He had one hand playing with Brett’s nipple, the other was now playing with his balls. As he sucked he slid that hand under Brett’s ass, and began to slide a finger along Brett’s crack. Almost instinctively Brett shifted his hips up to allow Aaron access to his still virgin hole. He didn’t know it yet but before the night was out he would be begging Aaron to fuck him. Aaron sensed Brett was getting close to the point of no return, but he wasn’t done with his latest play thing. He let Brett’s cock fall from his mouth, and moved up to kiss the boy deeply. Brett kissed him back, open mouthed, moaning. Aaron moved from between Brett’s legs and go off the bed. For a moment Brett was frightened the evening was coming to an end, had he done something wrong, then he watched with joyous rapture as Aaron took off his own pants. When he undid the buttons of his fly Brett saw that he wasn’t wearing anything under his jeans. A thick dark brown bush burst out from the now open fly, and the base of what looked like a massive cock. Aaron pushed his jeans to the floor and kicked them off of his feet. When he stood back upright, he was fully naked and completely hard. His whole body was covered in hair, he really was Brett’s favorite centerfold come to life. Unlike the Reynolds photos though, there was no careful covering of Aaron’s crotch. A long, meaty cock, with a big bulbous head, now pointed straight at Brett. Two big heavy looking balls swung pendulously below, all nestled in a dense dark patch of public hair. Brett was frozen. He’d never seen another man like this. It was everything he’d dared to dream it would be. “Why don’t you come sit on the edge of the bed and suck my cock,” Aaron said, a wicked smile on his face. Brett snapped out of his reverie. This was the moment, he was doing to touch another man’s cock. In his mind it was somehow one thing to have another man suck your cock, but to be the one doing the sucking… that was the last bridge He swallowed hard, moved to the edge of the bed and said a little nervously, “I’ve um… I’ve never sucked anyone before.” “I kinda figured. Just swallow, and try to keep your teeth out of the way. Something tells me you’re going to be good at this.” Aaron was right, as soon as Brett’s lips closed around Aaron’s cock he knew what to do. He understood immediately how to make a man feel pleasure, and he was good at it. He swallowed just like Aaron had done, and felt the shocking girth of Aaron’s cock vanish down his throat. He was gifted, he didn’t gag, or splutter. He breathed through his nose and worked his throat and mouth around his first cock. Aaron held him by the back of the head, lightly guiding Brett as he learned rhythm and pacing. Brett was in heaven. He could have sucked on Aaron’s cock forever. He loved the feeling of pubes against his nose, of balls on his chin. He loved the pressure when his breathing was cut off for a moment, and the fullness he felt when Aaron’s head went down his throat. He was actively sad when Aaron pulled his cock fully from his mouth. “I told you you’d be good at that,” he bent down and kissed Brett on his spit covered mouth. “I love sucking your cock,” Brett said, his eyes mad with lust. “I know you do, and you’ll get to suck it more… but I’ve got something else in mind. I’m guessing if you’ve never sucked cock before you’ve never had your ass eaten?” “No… I don’t…” “I’ll show you. Flip over, on all fours with your ass pointing towards me. Trust me, you’ll love it.” Brett did as he was told and rolled over, with his knees tucked tight under his chest and his ass exposed at the edge of the bed. He was tense, he didn’t know what to expect, and then he felt it. The brush of Aaron’s stubble on his ass cheeks, his hot wet breath on his untouched flesh. Then something wet, warm, and probing brushed against his hole. Brett groaned, Aaron’s tongues and dancing across his virgin hole. The tension washed away as pleasure radiated from his hole through his entire body. He was groaning into the bed sheets. It felt good. It felt better than good. It was amazing. Never in his whole life had Brett imagined that something could feel like this, and certainly never imagined this pleasure coming from his ass. Firm hands gripped his ass cheeks, holding the apart. Aaron reared back and spat a massive wad of spit right into Brett’s now winking hole. The dense hair that grew in a spiral around his pucker was slicked down with Aaron’s spit – it was a beautiful sight. He was going to take this boy’s virginity. He was going to work him open till he begged to be fucked. Aaron decided there was no way that Brett was leaving that apartment without his load inside him. The tongue returned, and Brett moaned again. He felt Aaron spread his spit around, making his ass slick. He could tell that his hole was relaxing too, that the probing and pushing of Aaron’s tongue was slowly starting to work. At first it was just the tip of Aaron’s tongue sort of catching, pausing as it pulled at the lip of his hole. Then it was more forceful and driving, dipping inside for just a moment and actually spreading Brett open. It was slow, and hardly noticeable at first, but eventually Brett realized that Aaron’s tongue was slipping in and out of his ass hole with ease. Aaron noticed the change too, he sucked and chewed on Brett’s hole relaxing his ring even more. When he pulled back to spit into the boy’s hole again it looked completely different. He wasn’t looking at a tight untouched pucker but a pink inviting hole slowly winking. He slid his finger down Brett’s crack, pausing to rub his hole for a moment, before continuing on. He added more spit, and then did it again. This time he stayed longer, his finger pushing at the center of Brett’s hole for a moment. More spit, then more pressure; he repeated this process over and over till Brett’s hole suddenly relaxed completely and the first inch of his finger vanished inside the boy. Brett practically screamed, but not in pain, mostly in surprise. His hole was being penetrated, it was happening. He was going to go all the way with a man. He was going all the way… Aaron withdrew his finger, spat on Brett hole again and then pressed it back in. This time his whole finger slid inside. Brett went wild. “Relax, you’re doing great.” “It feel so fucking good,” Brett panted. “I know, just wait till I’ve got you open enough for my cock.” “Fuck, yes please. I want you to fuck me.” “You want me to take your virginity?” “Yes! I want it so bad. I want to feel you inside me.” “Good. Ok,” Aaron slid his finger back out and sucked on it, savoring the boy’s taste, and then did the same to his middle finger. “Take a deep breath in, and hold it for a moment.” He rubbed the two fingers on Brett loosening hole, “now breath out slowly.” He pushed in as Brett breathed out. With a little pressure two fingers were worked easily inside of Brett who let out a gasp. He could feel the change in thickness and it made him giddy with lust. His own cock was leaking precum so much that a near continuous stream was dripping onto the bed below him forming a large puddle. Aaron worked his fingers around, sliding them in and out, pulling at the sides of Brett’s hole. When he pulled them back out to add more spit he watched as Brett’s ass gaped open for a second before winking closed. He hawked another big mouthful of spit right onto the boy’s hole and then pushed three fingers in. Another loud groan from Brett as he was opened wider still. After more twisting and pulling Aaron knew it was time. A thin sheen of sweat glistened across Brett’s broad back, and his breathing was short and ragged. The cute soon to be deflowered college jock was in heat, he needed to be fucked and fucked soon. He got really close to Brett’s ear, keeping his fingers lodged inside the boy, and said in a breathy voice, “Are you ready for my cock?” Brett’s answer was almost a shout, “Yes! Please fuck me!” “Good boy.” Aaron withdrew his fingers, and slid them along his cock adding the slickness from Brett’s hole to his shaft. He dropped more spit onto his head and rubbed it on the open hole in front of him. Brett whimpered and pushed his ass back. Prefect, Aaron thought, he’s ready, and Aaron pressed forward. It was like a bolt of electricity shot through Brett’s body and Aaron’s cock broke through his hole for the first time. His spine seemed to tingle, his fingers went momentarily numb, and his vision shrunk down to tiny pin points. Euphoria coursed through his veins, and hit his mind like a storm surge crashing on the breakwater. He let out a guttural sound unlike he’d ever made before and his chest collapsed onto the bed. “Good, good,” Aaron cooed as he slid more of his cock inside Brett’s virgin hole. He dropped a few more big globs of spit onto his shaft as he went lubing up Brett’s ass for the fucking he was about to receive. They took their time, and it was almost a full five minutes before Aaron’s considerable length and girth was completely buried inside Brett’s now quivering hole. “Holy shit! Holy shit,” Brett panted over and over again. “You did it, you took my whole cock.” “Oh my God.” “Feel my balls on your taint?” Aaron rocked back and forth causing his balls to lightly tap against Brett’s taint. “Yes!” “Do you like being full of cock?” “Fuck yes! It feels so good!” “How does this feel?” He pulled about half of his cock out of Brett’s hole and then slid it back in slowly. The boy groaned under him. “Fuck. Oh my god! Its so… holy shit!” “Again?” “Yes!” Brett practically shouted. Aaron pulled a little more of his cock out this time, and then just as slowly made his way back inside of Brett. He paused for a moment, and then again. Each time he pulled back a little further, but he kept the speed slow and deliberate. It let Brett get use to being fucked, but it also worked his hole open more so it could take more of a pounding when Aaron was ready to let him have it. It was when Aaron was sliding the full length of his cock in and out of Brett as the boy pushed back against his cock that Aaron knew he was ready. He took hold of Brett’s hips and slammed in. The boy let out another deep guttural roar, but did not shy away. Aaron did it again, and this time Brett slammed his ass back to meet Aaron’s thrust. “You want me to pound you?” “Yes! Fuck me! Pound my fucking ass!” “Fucking pig!” Aaron roared as he started mercilessly railing Brett’s ass. He knew his cock was banging hard against Brett’s second hole, almost busting threw each time, it had hurt he thought; but he was wrong. Everything about the experience was joy for Brett. He had let go and it was everything he wanted. The blunt head of Aaron’s cock knocked hard against his prostate with each thrust sending a pulse of endorphins through his body. The pressure on his second hole felt like a goal not yet achieved, something even more pleasurable to unlock. He knew somewhere in the back of his mind that he would never be with a woman again. Sex with another man was too good. The first time, him losing his virginity, was better than any experience he had ever hand with a woman. Surly if this was where he was starting it could only become better from there. Aaron for his part was shocked looking down and seeing how quickly Brett’s hole had adapted to being fucked. His ass lips gripped tight to Aaron’s cock but there was no unwanted tension or fear. He was taking cock like someone who had been getting fucked for years. He had gone from tight virgin to Aaron’s favorite kind of hole, warm, open and easy to fuck, in an hour. He felt himself approaching the cliff and slowed down. He wasn’t ready to cum yet. He pulled his cock out of Brett, which elicited a sad sounding whimper, and smacked the boy on the ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. “Get on your back,” he commanded. Brett rolled over, with his legs dangling off the edge of the bed. Aaron took Brett’s ankles in his hands and placed them on his shoulders. He lent forward, bending Brett in half and tipping his ass up off the bed. He slid in easily, his dick slick with Brett’s ass juice. He watched as Brett’s eyes rolled back, a sloppy grin spreading across his face as Aaron’s cock worked deep inside him again. From this angle he was able to get even deeper, and he held his cock hard against Brett’s second hole till it at last gave way and the last bit of Aaron’s cock shot into Brett’s ass. Brett let out something half way between a grunt and a woof at that. His eyes went totally blank, and his mouth hung slack. Aaron put his hands down on either side of Brett’s legs, trapping Brett’s knees against his shoulders. As he leaned forward his cock pushed just that much further inside of the jocks absolutely quivering asshole. He gave the boy a soft kiss. Brett responded by wrapping his arms around Aaron’s neck and holding him close. He kissed the man who was deep inside him, trying to pour all of the pleasure he was receiving and gratitude he felt towards Aaron in that moment into the kiss. He whimpered into Aaron’s mouth and around his invading tongue as the older man started to fuck him again. Brett let his grasp slip and Aaron reared back, starting to fuck him hard again. The pounding Aaron was giving him was not just hard but loud. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh was accompanied by a slightly wet sound as Brett’s hole became sloppy. They were both sweating profusely at this point. Trails of sweat ran down Aaron’s chest making slick lines through his dense chest hair. All of the hair on Brett’s stomach was matted down from the river of precum he was leaking. There was so much on his stomach that it looked as though he had already shot his load on himself. Aaron held Brett by the thighs hammering hard. Brett had both hands behind his head now, his youthful muscular body stretched out before Aaron for the ravishing. He watched the young man’s pecs bounce as he hammered away at his no longer virgin hole. A near continuous stream of grunts, groans and profanity streamed from Brett’s mouth as his hole was decimated. Brett didn’t know the signs of approaching orgasm in another man yet. He hadn’t yet learned to note the tightening of the face, the shoulders retracting, the changes in breath. So when Aaron let out a mighty roar and slammed his entire cock inside of Brett he was completely unprepared. He was also unprepared for the warmth that seemed to flow into him from Aaron’s now pulsating cock. Yet the most surprising thing of all was that as Aaron’s cock pumped inside him his own cock spasmed and launched a massive load all over his body. The force of his orgasm caused him to clamp down on Aaron’s cock, making the older man roar again as his cock throbbed against the pressure. They were both panting. As his orgasm subsided Brett understood what had just happened. Aaron had cum. Not only that Aaron had cum inside him. None of the girls Brett had been with would let him cum inside them for fear of getting pregnant but he didn’t have that to worry about. He now felt the warmth in his ass and understood it. He loved it. It turned him on even more. He had another man’s cum inside him. They stayed like that for a few minutes, until their breathing returned to normal. Aaron slowly took his delating cock from Brett’s hole and they both let out a satisfied sigh. He had gotten the boy a towel, then they cleaned up and got dressed. When Brett kissed Aaron goodbye at the door, clutching the little piece of paper on which Aaron had written his phone number down, he felt giddy. He felt no guilt, or conflict about what had just happened. It had been what he wanted and what he needed. That night had started him down a path. A path that had led him to Nick ultimately. Brett lay in his bed that night and felt his slick hole. It made him hard to think about the load buried deep inside him. Brett flopped onto his bed and looked out of the window remembering Aaron and his first time. His cock stood straight up from his body, hard as a rock. He picked up his phone and opened Instagram. After a quick search he found what he was looking for, his husband’s nephew Luke. He scrolled down a little and there it was, a photo of Luke tailgating for a game at school, standing in the bright afternoon sun shirtless. Brett took hold of his cock and started to stroke it his mind full of all the terrible, delicious things he would do to Luke if he ever got his hands on him.- 42 replies
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I fucking love cheating. Huge turn on. I’ve posted here before about some of my fun times. Today I cheated on my husband again. But we’ve since found a fuck bud who we are exclusive with. And it’s on all ends. But I’ve cheated on both of them. Today I stopped off at a hotel after work. Walked into some bi married man’s room and found him naked in bed, rock hard. Of course, the slut I am, I strip down immediately and go to town sucking his dick. His precum tastes delicious and I can still taste his wife’s pussy on his dick from fucking him earlier. Never did that before but it was hot af and made me even hornier. I sucked him to completion and swallowed his kid. We made out with his cum and I jerked off on his face, mixing our warm cum together. I also cheated last week. A hot, hairy, married gay bear was home alone. I walked in and he was naked. I immediately stripped and started sucking his dick. After he got hard, he walked me to his sex room and put me in a swing. His raw cock entered my hole as I sniffed some poppers. I’m tight. My husband has a small dick so I always look for more. And my new fuck bud hadn’t fucked me yet. So I was definitely needing to be opened up. But this guy fed me poppers and shoved his raw dick in. He told me to piss as he fucked me and I was so goddamn turned on. He fucked me for a good 20 minutes in the swing, taking his cock out to add to my piss. We scooped some up and made out with it. He entered me one last time, thrusting as hard as he could. Finally, we were both close. He pounded me as he’d as he could and bred me deep as I shot my load. I came all over myself and scooped it up so we could makeout. Hot as fuck, and made it even hornier because I was cheating on two men at once. if you’re in central florida, hit me up. I’m down to trade pics and loads. I need as many buds as I can get.
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This is a bit of a departure for me in my story telling. Its an idea I’ve been kicking around for a while that came from a slew of vintage porn I stumbled across on twitter. The set up is probably a bit longer than normal, but hopefully it’ll be worth it. Thanks for sticking with me and hopefully giving my new story a chance. -d It had been almost a year since Luke’s grandfather had passed away. At ninety-eight it hadn’t come as much of a surprise, though till just a year before he died Luke’s grandfather had lived on his own, tottering around the house he’d live in for more than seventy years. It was the house that Luke’s father and his siblings had grown up in. It was a house alive with memories. At first the family didn’t really know what to do with the house. There was no real pressing need to put it on the market, Luke’s grandfathers’ finances had been in good order and there were no major debts to pay off. The will had been clear saying the house could be sold and the profits split between the four siblings, or one of them could take it over and live there. Having all moved away, or created their own lives in which they were now happily ensconced, no one much fancied moving into the old, rather outdated house. After almost nine months of mostly just coming to terms with their father being gone, the siblings had all decided that selling it was the best move. They could use the profits for their own homes, or for their kids. Everyone had pitched in to clean the house out, a yard sale was had to get rid of things no one really wanted, but they all felt were too nice to just put in the trash. Keepsakes and trinkets had moved to new homes on new shelves. The only place left untouched was the attic. Everyone had largely forgotten its existence, no one could remember the last time that any of them had been in there. Luke’s dad, the youngest brother, guessed that it had probably been almost a decade, around the time Luke’s grandfather had said he didn’t want to hire people to put lights on the house anymore and get the Christmas decorations out of the attic. So it had sat, forgotten, and gathering dust, till Luke’s father had noticed the door in the ceiling while showing a relator around one day. That was how, during his summer vacation from his junior year of college, Luke found himself alone in the empty house, making his way into the hot attic. The air was dry and scratchy, like it was made of dust. There was almost no ventilation, and the summer heat was already turning the cramped space into an oven early in June. To say Luke was not thrilled to be spending the first weeks of summer break in the attic was an understatement. He had grumbled and griped the whole drive over, and now he just rolled his eyes at the piles of stuff around him. “Fuck, this is going to take forever,” he said to the empty room. The attic was a long low room running over the middle section of the house above the bedrooms and front stairs. There were two little gables that stuck out on the front side of the house, each with a round window set in their center. Luke was glad to see that the floor was at least all boards, he wouldn’t have to squat on ceiling rafters while going through things. Making his way between carboard boxes and old trunks he moved half hunched over towards one of the windows. Please God let this thing open, he thought. Much to his shock it did, and gratefully he pushed the round window so it spun on its center access opening like a porthole. He scrambled round to the other window and did the same, breathing a deep sigh of relief as he felt the cross breeze make its lazy way across the stuffy little room. Now, armed with a box cutter, a Costco box of trash bags, colored labels for keep, sell or trash, and a flashlight, Luke began his task. His father had told him to go through as many things as he could, toss down the bags of trash and over the weekend he and Luke’s uncle would come and help move the big stuff down the ladder. Careful not to smack his head on the low rafters Luke moved over to a pile of boxes and crouched down. Most of the boxes Luke noticed had were labeled in a clear square all caps handwriting. His grandfather’s handwriting Luke guessed, he’d been an architect and there was something to the perfect sameness of the letters that gave them the practiced feeling of a gifted draftsman. Luke grabbed one that said “SPORTS”. Inside were baseball gloves, pads, cleats. The discarded accessories of boys joining sports teams and then getting board when they found sport wasn’t for them. Luke sorted the things that seemed like someone might want to buy them, a vintage glove, some baseballs that were still in good shape, and put the rest into a trash bag. Most of the boxes he opened were like this, the things that were left over as kids grew up. There was an old trunk of dress up clothes. One box was full of children’s books (all of which Luke marked to keep). There was a box of dresses from what looked to be the 1960s, that must have belonged to his aunts. A large steamer trunk contained an old and worn cardboard box. Carefully Luke lifted the lid off the box and pulled back the thin paper inside. A white dress, with little glass beads around the neck sparkled back at him, the edges slightly yellowed with age. As gingerly as he could Luke unfolded the dress, keeping it off the dusty floor. It was his grandmother’s wedding dress, and it looked as bright and shining as the day she had worn it. Very carefully Luke packed it back into its box, and carried the box downstairs. He would take that home with him tonight. Despite the breeze from the windows the attic seemed even hotter when he climbed back up. “Fuck it,” he said, and pulled his shirt off, tossing it down the ladder to the hallway below. Luke was certainly no sports star, something that had once greatly disappointed his father, but in the last year he had found a new passion for the gym. He had gone from being a little scrawny teen, to someone who loved beer a little too much and suffered the freshmen 15, to what a rather toned looking jock. His chest had started to fill out, his arms now had long veins running down the bicep and snaking along his forearms. His torso narrowed to square hips, and a firm butt, and flared again at his strong legs. Along with the new muscles, Luke loved to show off the thick hair that suddenly had grown across his body. His chest, which when he had started college was completely bare, now sported a dense fan of dark brown hair that swirled around his nipples. A broad treasure trail grew over his flat stomach and dove into his shorts, meeting with a thick, though usually trimmed down, bush. Luke stretched his hands over his head, and got a whiff of himself. He’d been sweating like mad in the attic, and though it wasn’t even noon yet he had a strong musk about him. The smell made his cock twitch in his shorts. A love of the gym wasn’t the only thing Luke had learned about himself in college. Just after Christmas his freshman year, Luke had been at a party. He’d had a few beers and found himself taking to this senior guy. At first the conversation had been fairly standard, what their majors were, where about campus they lived, things like that. The guy, however, kept getting close and closer to Luke, and Luke found that he like it. Luke had started leaning in closer to the guy as well. A few more minutes of fake small talk and they were kissing. A mad, wild lust had been born in Luke in that moment. When he guy had asked Luke if he wanted to go back to the guys place he didn’t even hesitate before saying yes. That night Luke had been fucked for the first time. That was the night Luke understood for the first time the thing about him that had always been different, he was gay. He was out at school from basically that moment on. Almost overnight he had gone from a quiet guy who didn’t know who he was, to an out and proud homo. Along with his new-found self-awareness had come a new found love of sex, and through some experimentation his self-identification as a vers bottom with a thing for older men. Luke rubbed his crotch through his shorts a couple of times, stretched again, and got back to work. By lunch time he had a pretty massive pile of trash bags at the bottom of the ladder. He climbed down and moved them to the front door, piling the “To Sell”s and “To Keep”s separate from the trash pile. He ate the sandwich his mother had sent him, and pounded a Gatorade in the deserted kitchen perched on the counter. He absently scrolled through TikTok while he ate, not really paying attention to anything on the screen. Finishing his sandwich, he checked the gay apps to see if anything interesting had happened there – nothing, disappointingly. Resignedly Luke climbed the stairs back up to the second floor and then back up into the even hotter attic. Luke started in a new corner of the attic, sorting through a collection of boxes all labeled “Josh’s room”. These must have come from his dad’s old room. He had gone through probably half a dozen of them when he found the box. This box had no label, and was a different shape from the rest. It was short and square, like the boxes Amazon loved to use, Luke thought. It was old though, with a worn lid that clearly had been removed over and over again. The sides bulged out slightly, buckled from the weight of all the other boxes on top of it. Luke opened it with the same detachment he had all the rest. He’d already gone through boxes full of gym socks, and old trophies, discarded textbooks, old posters and photos from a teenage boy’s room in the 1980s, and a mountain of matchbox cars. This box, however, was not the normal detritus left behind when a kid moved away, or went to college. At the top of the box was an old journal, worn and well loved. Its once bright red cover was faded and chipped in places. The binding was cracked and soft. Luke set it aside quickly noticing what had been beneath it. An old and yellowed jockstrap lay on top of a scattered collection of Polaroid pictures. Was this his dad’s Luke wondered? His cock stirred, his thing for jockstraps had been growing as he spent more time at the gym. Luke now wore almost nothing else at school. Having his ass exposed all the time made him feel slutty and powerful. He held the jock for a long moment, before pressing it to his face and breathing in. Maybe it was his imagination, but he would swear the sent of sweaty man still clung to the yellow fabric. He looked at the stained pouch and his mind ran wild imagining how each spot had come to be on the fabric. His cock was now hard as a rock. He had been so taken in by the old jock he hadn’t noticed the content of the Polaroids. Now looking down again he flipped through one after the other in shock. Each and every one of them showed a naked man. Some had bad lighting, an aggressively bright flash, or were a little out of focus but there was no mistaking the collection of sexy men through the slightly too yellow chroma. Most he would guess were a little older than he was in their mid to late twenties. They were photographed on bed, and couched, lounging outside, and laying on the floor. There had to be maybe fifty photos here, and so far as Luke could tell not a single repeat. He stared at one, a guy maybe his age with messy blond almost shoulder length hair, thick bushy sideburns, a thin lanky body, beautifully thick blond chest hair, and a thick heavy looking cock sprouting from a massive bush flopped over onto a hair leg, lounging in an avocado colored office chair. He was the perfect encapsulation of a time period, and Luke’s cock was hard as a rock. “Are these dad’s?” Luke wondered out loud, setting the pictures on top of the journal. He pulled as small pile of gay magazines from the mid-seventies out of the box next. While the Polaroids had had a younger slant to their models, these magazines were full of older men. The kind of men that Luke hunted for at school. These were guys with thick arms, broad chests, and full mustaches. The kids of men Luke, more often than he would admit to his friends, begged to fuck him. Luke was rubbing his crotch as he thumbed through the magazines. Who had taken these pictures, who’s magazines were these, was his dad into guys, Luke’s mind was racing. His dad had been cool when Luke had come out but he didn’t thing that his dad was even bi. He put the magazines down and picked up the journal, and flipped to the first page with writing. The handwriting was clean, slanting, somewhere halfway between cursive and print, but also matter of fact without extra flourishes or adornments. July 16, 1977 Ive never had a journal, always seemed silly to me. But – someone one said that when you need to sort something out writing it down can help. This just feels stupid though, what do you do just write like you’re talking to someone? I guess fuck it, feeling like an idiot is worth a shot to sort things though. Maybe that’s normal after a once in a life time moment? Ok. Whatever – Three days ago the whole city lost power. That sounds like an exaggeration but it’s true, like a great black sheet was pulled over all of New York. This wave of darkness washed over the city coming from Queens and crashing over Manhattan till everything was dark. 9:30 at night, and the whole city is down. They’re still not completely sure what happened, something about lightning taking out substations, and then overtaxing the grid, and then the main generator not being able to take the strain of the whole city. First it was the TV. The Mets game just blinked off – like the programing had ended for the night, and then our fan stopped and a second later the lights were out. Brett and I were suddenly plunged into darkness. I’d never seen the city that dark before. It was wild. Even with the lights off in the apartment normally there’s is some light from the street, or the apartment across the way, but suddenly there was nothing. For a really long time everything was silent. Then shouting and car horns, people clambering to find their way home. The paper today was full of storied of people being stuck on stalled trains underground for hours before being evacuated. Brett seemed to come to his senses first. He went to the bathroom and found the one candle we keep in there – I don’t need to explain why – and lit it out little living room. He then went an grabbed one of the bags of ice we had been keeping in the freezer and filled a cooler with that and beer. “Shit,” he said, or something like that. I was leaning out of the window, looking down at the street. Everything seemed to have stopped, it seemed like everyone was holding their breath for the power to come back on. But it didn’t. An hour passed, then two, and then three. Nothing. Just blackness. By that time, Brett and I had each gone through a six pack, and the first cooler of ice had turned to mostly freezing water. The beer was nice though, without the fans running the apartment was becoming sweltering. NYC is barely tolerable in the summer with fans, without it them its miserable. I sometimes wondered, when I came home to a muggy apartment and cranked the three box fans to high, how people did it before electricity. All of those clothes too. Fuck. “What made you think to put the ice in the cooler,” I asked Brett eventually. “Hurricanes,” he said as if that was an obvious answer. “What?” “Growing up in Florida you learn that if the power goes out you want to keep certain things cool. The fridge will stay cold for a long time so long as you don’t open it often. So put ice in a cooler and put your drinks in there. Then you’re opening the fridge like one tenth of the times.” “Damn. Smart.” “Just experience living in a shitty swamp.” He laughed. Brad never really talked about growing up – we’d been roommates since college but I still only knew the bare bones of his home life. Something had happened that he didn’t want to talk about. I wondered about it, but it wasn’t the sort of thing you press a guy for. He sat back, taking a long swig of his beer, “fuck though, its hotter than Florida ever was, I cant do this.” He got up and walked to his room. When he came back he had stripped down to just his underpants, a pair of tight-fitting white briefs. Being roommates for years, and both playing sports in college I had seen Brett in his underwear more than once but always in passing we had never just sat around like that. I guess – if I’m being honest with myself, that’s when things started to change. Seeing him sitting there, his legs spread wide, sweat shining on his chest in the dim candle light, his bulge pressing against the fabric of his briefs, I started to feel something new. Luke stopped reading. He readjusted his cock in his shorts, his hand coming back slick with precum. He licked it off. His dad hadn’t ever lived in New York, at least not that he knew. He didn’t think any of his relatives had. He pulled out his phone and googled NYC blackout 1977. Shit, that actually happened, who the fuck wrote this? Brett was right though, it was too fucking hot. I went to my room and did the same. I came back and flopped down on the couch in my own briefs. We sat like that for a long time. We’d both been busy since moving to the city, neither of us had a lot of money and had both been working multiple jobs trying to make ends meet. It had been a long time since we had caught up. Despite the heat it was nice to share beers and talk. It was when the conversation drifted to girls and sex that I realized how drunk I was. I freely shared stories of the few dates I’d been on, how they hadn’t worked out, of the couple of girls I had managed to pick up. Brett was quite, not adding much and letting me ramble on. “What about you?” I finally asked. “Oh, I just haven’t been that interested in girls lately.” “Shit, how long’s it been since you got laid.” “A couple of days,” He gave me a look that seemed to dare me to ask questions. “Doesn’t sound like you’re not into girls.” “A bold assumption.” “What?” “You’re assuming that because I got laid there was a girl involved.” There as that look again, daring me, pushing me onward. “If there wasn’t a girl then… what?” “What?” “You had sex with a guy?” He looked down for a moment, almost embarrassed and then looked up, his eyes defiant, “So what if I did, you got a problem with that?” I paused for a long time. That flicker went through me again. I saw his chest rise and fall, the thick hair matted down with sweat. I smelled his sent, manly and raw. I took in the patch of his leg right by his crotch devoid of hair. The swell of his bulge in the white briefs, drew my eyes down, until I finally dragged them back to his face. His strong square handsome face. Big green eyes sparkled at me in the quickly dying candle. I took in his messy blond hair, how it fell in unkempt waves around his shoulders, he thick sideburns that grew down his cheeks. My friend looked exactly the same and yet different. Or maybe I’m different. “No,” I said, after a pause that felt way too long, “I don’t have a problem with that at all.” Another long pause. “So some guy fucked you?” “Another bold assumption,” Brett had some of his confidence back, and grinned. “What?” “I fucked him,” now he was on a roll. Shifting slightly so he was turned towards me on the couch. “How… I don’t… how does that even work.” “You really want me to tell you?” “Yeah… I mean, sure… why not.” “Ok… Or I could show you.” “What,” I was panicking, “I’m not…um…I’m not…” “You’re hard as a rock.” I hadn’t realized it but he was right, and in just my briefs it was totally obvious. I was hard, the thought of Brett fucking a guy had gotten me completely hard. He shifted on the couch and leaned forward, getting closer to my face. “It’s ok, so am I.” In his new position I had an even better view of his crotch and when I looked down I saw an obvious boner pointing off to the side in his briefs. He leaned even closer, I could feel his breath on my face, “So why don’t you let me show you. If you want to stop, we can stop whenever you want.” And then… He kissed me. For the first time in my life a man’s lips were pressed to mine, and what’s more I liked it. It wasn’t like kissing a girl, all soft and sweet smells, it was rough, and scratchy. Brett smelled of sweat and heat. His hand found the back of my head and held me tight. It was different and it took me only a moment to decide I liked it. Our kiss quickly lost all caution, and his big hands pulled me on top of him. I was straddling another man in my underwear when only a few moments before I had never consciously thought about even kissing another man. My hands started to explore him. I felt the roughness of body hair, and his slick skin. I felt his muscles and veins. I felt the heat of his erection pressing into my leg. My heart felt like it was going to explode and I could feel a massive wet spot forming in my underwear at the tip of my own raging erection. I finally broke the kiss, and said “So, how does this work?” Brett smiled, and chuckled, “It’s the same things you do with girls just two guys.” I laughed. “What do you want a girl to do before you fuck her?” “Is one of us getting fucked tonight?” I was suddenly very nervous. “Maybe, but lets cross that bridge when we get there.” He shifted me so I was back on the couch, and then got down on the floor. He moved between my legs. Hooking his thumbs into my briefs he pulled them off and my cock sprung free. “Fuck, I knew you’d have a nice dick.” “You’ve thought about my dick?” “Not as much as I’ve thought about your ass.” He spat on my head, and dove forward. No girl had ever done that to me. I don’t think I’ve got the biggest dick in the world but it’s not small and most girls didn’t like blowing me. Brett however had my cock all the way down his throat in an instant. He didn’t’ gag at all, he just swallowed and slurped. It felt better than anything I had ever done before. My eyes rolled back, my body was tense and pleasure crashed over me. I forgot about the heat, I forgot about the blackout. I forgot about everything. If this is what sex with guys is like…well I don’t know. I guess that’s the problem. “Fuck don’t stop, I’m gonna cum.” I said. My fingers now twisted in Brett’s hair. “Oh no you don’t,” Brett said, and pulled off of my cock. I was gasping. My cock was throbbing. I had been so fucking close. He stood up, covered in sweat now. There is no pretending I wasn’t looking at him sexually now, I was. Brett is hot and I now knew it. He pushed his own underpants to the ground and kicked them off into a corner. If I had thought my own cock was bigger than average I was put to shame by him. It was big and thick, with a long hard looking vein running along the top. His balls hung way down low below his shaft, and his pubes were a thick forest at the base. I don’t know how this all is happening, or happened. The beer, the heat? Maybe writing it out will make me understand it. Though if I’m honest writing it all down has just made me horny as fuck again. Brett didn’t have to tell me what to do. I knew. I leaned forward, slid off of the couch so I was on my knees in front of him, and started to give him a blow job. I must have been terrible at it, but in that moment, I was lost. I was just slobbering all over his cock. I had one hand at the base and the other holding his furry ass cheek. Brett was moaning, his hands on the back of my head. He kept pushing his cock a little deeper into my mouth. I felt like my jaw as stretched wider than it ever had been, which is probably true. I tasted the salty sweat, and found instantly that I like it. I could smell his musk even more as my nose got closer to his pubes and it turned me on even more. “Fuck,” he groaned, “you’re a natural.” I remember him saying that so clearly because it made me feel proud. I slobbered on his cock till my jaw hurt. I think he sensed me slowing down and he let go of the back of my head. He pulled me to my feet and kissed me again. This time he shoved his tongue in my mouth. The kiss was rough, and passionate. The kiss you give someone in the throes of lust. “Jaw tired?” he asked. “Yeah,” I replied, feeling sheepish about it. “No worries, stamina will come. Come on.” He dragged me out of the living room and into his bedroom. I followed willingly. Once in his bedroom he pushed me back on the bed so I landed on my back. He pulled my legs so my ass was right at the edge of the bed, then he got on his knees again. I thought he was going to suck me off, but he grabbed my legs and pushed my knees into my chest. Then something happened I had never even thought of before. Brett’s tongue brushed against my asshole. He licked it like he was eating a pussy. He pushed against my tight hole, and then danced around the edges. His tongue flicked back and forth, making me moan and squirm. It was like nothing I had ever experienced and it was blissful. My cock was now leaking like a hose and my stomach was covered in precum. My legs started to feel like Jello. Brett’s continuing tonguing of my hole was sending my body into over drive. I felt myself relaxing and giving in to him. His tongue started to push past my hole, entering my virgin ass. “Remember when you asked if one of us was getting fucked tonight?” He asked, his face wet with spit. “Yeah,” I panted. “I think your hole is answering that question for you.” He stuck a finger in his mouth, and drew it out slowly. I gasped as his slick finger pressed against my hole, and then slid inside me. For the first time in my life something had just gone inside my ass. A massive wave of pleasure crashed over my body. I had never felt anything like it before. I wasn’t tense at all, I was relaxed, giving in. He took the finger out, and stuck it and the next one in his mouth. Just as slowly as the first time he pulled them out and then slid them inside my hole. “Do you want that?” “Want what,” I gasped. “Do you want me to fuck you?” “I…” he twitched his fingers inside me, “Fuck, yes I do. I want you to fuck me.” “Good,” he leaned forward and kissed me, “I want to fuck you too.” He took his fingers out of my hole and spit into his hand. First, he smeared the warm spit all over my hole, and then he repeated the movement lubing up his cock. I’d been here with girls before, the moment before penetration, but now the roles were reversed. I felt the blunt head of his cock against my hole. He pushed with a gentle firmness, almost willing his cock inside of me rather than forcing it. He leaned back and dropped a big drop of spit onto his cock. The pressure increased and then my body gave way. His cock entered me and I gasped. Or maybe I screamed. I’m not really sure. Something broke within me, that I do know. The waves of pleasure that had been washing over me was Brett fingered me were now a tsunami. They crashed over me, breaking as I felt his bush against my ass. Softly Brett kissed me. He held me in place, his lips locked to mine as he very, very slowly started to fuck me. I know I was whimpering, I couldn’t help it, it just felt so good. His cock was doing things to me I had never imagined possible. He held me tight even as he increased the pace. He wasn’t just fucking me, he was making love to me. All of the affection of our friendship was in this moment. “You ass feels so good.” “I cant belive I’m going to say this, but your cock feels amazing.” “You want to get really fucked now?” “What are we doing now?” “Now I’m just inside you. Do you want me to fuck you like the guy earlier this week? Were you imagining what it would be like to get fucked when I told you about him? Is that what got you hard in the first place?” I reached up and grabbed him, pulling him in for another kiss, and as it broke I said, “Fuck me.” I really cant believe I said that but I did. I said it and I meant it. I said it with hunger and lust. I wanted it. If he had pounded that guy earlier in the week I wanted to be pounded. I wanted to be fucked. Jesus – what does that mean for me? Brett grabbed my legs and reared back. Holding my ankles wide he started to pound. The sound of sweaty skin slapping filled the room. He was grunting and I was yelping as my ass was hammered. I felt the resistance in my ass give way. Is this what girls felt like when they got fucked? Was this something different. Without pulling out Brett shifted us on the bed so he was now above me, fucking down into my hole. With each thrust he stuffed almost the full length of his cock into me and then pulled it out again. I was putty in his hands. Sweat dripped off of him and splashed on my chest. I could smell us both and it was intoxicating. Something changed in Brett’s face. It was contorted, hungry. His breathing was shallow and hard. He gritted his teeth and clenched his eyes. He was trying not to shoot. I watched him, almost unblinkingly, as he lost the battle, and then with a roar said, “Fuck! I’m going to cum.” He made to pull out, but almost on instinct I grabbed his hips and pulled him tight to my body. I could feel the throb of his cock as he orgasmed. I took his load inside my hole. As his cock spasmed my own gave a powerful jerk and I spattered myself in my own load. We were both panting as our orgasms came to an end. It was a long time before Brett pulled out of me. When he did, he collapsed behind me in the bed, one of his big arms pulled me close and his kissed the back of my neck. Despite the heat we fell asleep like that, his cock nestled against ass, his load deep inside me, the confusion that’s lead me to this stupid journal not yet setting in. “Holy shit.” Luke said – one hand now thrust down his shorts stroking his cock.
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I was 26 when my baby brother turned me the fuck out. I was home visiting and partying in the attic. I was in my jock and getting cloudy not realizing baby bro was watching. I had been a junky fag ever since I start hitting that glass dick with my uncle Jake when I was 18. He had me and my best friend Chad get in jockstraps and sit in chairs next to each other with our ankles handcuffed together. Prepping us for frat life in college he said and gave us “weed” to smoke. Hit after hit after hit after hit until we almost felt like puking. He played porn the whole time —so by the time we were done and spun and he whipped his cock out— we were ready to just do just about whatever he wanted. Now my baby brother Bobby, 8 years younger and barely 18 was handing his own glass dick to my dry chapped lips saying, “I’m gonna get you spun the fuck out from the shit the crack whore down the street gave us. I use you as a guinea pig and it fucks you up good…” So I take a hit. It’s a big one and it tastes like a nasty toxic chemical cloud so I know it’s gonna be good and sure enough it goes straight to my cock. And Bobby’s hands graze my tits which drive me into a tailspin. “Look Tommy,” he says holding one tit in each hand. “You always had a problem with drugs. And I always looked up to you, so whatever drug you did. I did them because that's what brothers do. So when it was coke and crack, I did that… and when you switched to meth…. Well fuck Tommy, you know how great it makes your cock feel.” We’re both in jockstraps and have massive hard ons. I don’t remember when he put the dog collar on that says “property of Robert Drake.” But before I can think about that he’s pulling my sac out of the pouch in my jock aside and putting a fat rubber ox ball cock ring up around my huge nut sac and uncut cock. “Remember Tina? That crack head bitch down the street—you graduated from high school together, right?” He’s whispering in my ear and it tickles and I want him to shove his tongue in my ear and then my mouth. “Well that whore moved back into her mom’s house, another crack whore, two doors down—n and she still has a thing for you. So I decided I was gonna mark my territory before she got any ideas and popped by to lend you some sugar or some shit.” He grabs my leg and stretches it out while he plays with my foot—it drives me crazy—then puts my foot on his hot sweaty sac. “Well I got her to give me some of the shit you told me not to do ever—you guessed it—meth. I never saw you on it. You hid it from the family pretty well. But I got some and I told you it was blow and to just snort and you did.” He looks me in the eyes, mine are trying to focus on his blurry face—crystal fucks with my vision. “And I watched you. You changed almost immediately. You went from the burn out older brother I wanted to fuck and transformed into the pervy, insanely horny, sexy as fuck deviant I am going to fuck. Soon as you finished that rail, you just started taking off your clothes. You’re sitting there with your jock on and I said to myself 'this is my chance… this is my chance to breed my brother.’” “Hey, Tommy,” he grabs my face by the chin and looks me in the eye. “Do me a solid. I think I left something of yours behind the couch—pretty sure you’ve been looking for it.” I get excited thinking it’s the 1.24 gram shard I somehow lost earlier (or did I do it? Can’t remember). I tug at my cock thinking about finding it. And as I try to look over the back of the couch to look behind it, I fumble. I flop over— ass up— searching for the thing I can't find because it was never back there. In doing so I expose my fat hairy ass to my baby brother. My hole is puckering because of the meth and suddenly there’s a burning sensation. I look behind me and Bobby is licking his finger and sticking it in the bag and pulling out another shard covered finger and aims it square at my hole before it pops in. And suddenly I’m in heat. I growl involuntarily like a bitch—as in a female dog. Bobby pulls his fat adolescent cock out of his sweat pants and spits on it like they do in the pornos I made him watch with me when we were younger. He walks up behind me, not even trying to hide the fact that he’s about to pop my cherry, first stretching the sphincter, and nothing I say is gonna stop him. “Hey Tommy,” he sneers, “Should I spit on that pig hole of yours before I smash it?” Pig hole? Where did he learn that and why is it giving me a chub? I think. But it’s rhetorical and before I have time to react he’s shoving his big boy boner in my hole. And reaching around to play with my tits like I’m a girl. The pleasure is as intense as the pain and it comes it waves because of the meth in my veins. He pulls out and it makes a wet popping sound that makes me even hornier and grabs me by the straps of my jock and says, “Stop trying to pull away you faggot!” I make a half ass effort to struggle and he leans in to me and tickles my ear again saying, “The more you resist, the more it turns me on.” And I can feel the truth of that statement as his fat mushroom cap triples in size inside my lower intestines. Yeah we both moan simultaneously. Suddenly there’s a banging sound— it’s of car doors closing. Mom’s pulled in the drive way and we hear the car alarm signal that the car is locked. We hear her coming up the stairs, the distinct cadence of her footfalls are all too familiar. She’s yelling my name—needs my help getting something from the trunk to the garage. My eyes are glazed over because I’m so fucking spun and also in bliss because Bobby’s meaty teenage cock is thrusting in and out of my hole. “Tommy's a little busy right now—he’s getting his ass destroyed in this game we’re playing ma,” Bobby yells back. I hear her sigh outside the door and say ‘"Well, when you’re finished tell him to move the bags of mulch in the trunk in to the garage please.” “Yeah… he’ll get right… to… it!” He yells, punctuating each word with a thrust into my hole. I kinda try to struggle again and push him off but I don’t really want that and I am so fucking retarded and gooning gone-out-the-fuck-my-mind that my lil’ brother has the power to do anything he wants. My pussy is getting pounded by my kid fucking brother and as he hits my prostate again and again and leans in … the pressure on my bladder is too much and I just start pissing. Bobby stops for a second and looks at me incredulous. “Are you fucking kidding me bro? This is a problem brother.” He grabs me by my hair forces my face into the puddle on the hard wood floor. The way you would drag a dog over to show it the mess he made. ”See that?! See that mess you made?! Good dogs don't make messes— so what I'm gonna need you to do is be a good dog…. and clean it......with your tongue.” My cock just surges and gets harder. I feign struggle. “Ah-ah-ah…. you aren't getting let go until this mess is cleaned.” Bobby then slams my face into the piss puddle and says “Clean it.....clean it you stupid faggot cum dumpster!” And I do. I start lapping it up like an animal. “Good boy. Who’s a good little bitch? Who’s daddy’s little girl? Tommy is. Tommy is a good little bitch.” And then he pulls my head up by my hair to face him and I think—I want him— to give me a big wet slobbering kiss and he stares in my eyes. And spits in my face.
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Went in for a massage as my back was was quite tight. Started the massage like with no inclination of anything extra being offerer. About half way through he places his uncut cock on my hand, and then whispers in my ear, do you bottom? When i said yes, he replied he'd be back as he needs to get a condom. Back in the room, condom on, he starts sliding between my crack and adds more oil, he tries entering but im quite tight so he ends up loosing his hardon. He pulls back and starts fingering my tight hole during which i heard the distinction noise of the condom coming off. He then quickly slides into me raw and starts to fuck me deep. I knew he was in raw but decided to just ask if he has a condom on, he said yes and proceed to fuck me harder. He started to moan and then blew his load in me. He pulls out and and grabs the condom and acts like he was taking it off. Off to the shower and confirmed his load was leaking out my tight hole. Definitely going back for a repeat
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Was a good little piggy, took some dirty poz cum. Took 11 loads the night i moved into my new apt, cant wait to host again and have more poor their seed into me 😈
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Ass up blindfolded at the Gateway inn on sunrise highway in Merrick. Txt me (516) 591-0119 for room number.
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Days Inn by Wyndham Modesto August 8-9. Door will be unlocked. I will be face down, blindfolded, ass up in my room. I will have minimal lighting. CONDOMS OPTIONAL and available. If you bareback I do take loads in the ass and mouth. I am ok if you arrive solo, duo or group. Please be courteous if someone is already inside and does not want anyone watching them.
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Hi everyone, Want to be a cumdump here in Wellington, currently a virgin, looking to change that. Looking for random guys to gangbang me with their friends. Or with other randoms. I want every drop of cum deep in my guts. Looking for guys in Wellington that can host. Am also keen for someone that can train me to be a good no load refused cumdump, taking any and all cocks and cum. Hit me up if you're keen.
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The following line are based in my personal experiences and will be posted a few chapters with my adventures to this day, including few issues that could considered fiction. My first language is spanish (I am from Latin America and still living ther), so if you see any mistake with my english, I am so sorry for that. If you want to contact me: twitter @bbckbear / email bugchaserve@gmail.com. --------------------------------------------------- PART I: The creation of a cumslut (2006 - 2017) I always knew I was gay even though I didn't tell anyone. My first sexual experience was with a cousin when I was a teenager. On a vacation in his town, we spent several weeks masturbating together, until one day he couldn't stand it and he made me suck his cock and swallow his load. I spent a week swallowing semen three or four times a day, but the holidays came to an end and my supply of nutritious milk was over. I suppose you are wondering what I am like and it turns out that my appearance has changed a lot over the years but there is something key: I am a bear. Hairy chest and belly, hairy ass, beard and head shaved, that's my current appearance in general, with certain Arab features at face level. For 10 years I had sexual experiences that opened up a range of possibilities which made me feel satisfied with each encounter and today I'm telling you how I climbed the ladder and reached one of the most extreme and exciting experiences of my fucking life, and go as far as whore and promiscuous that was getting. Between the ages of 18 and 27, I became what is commonly known as a promiscuous gay: I didn't have a partner, I had a profile in everything where I could contact other men who only wanted to satisfy their sexual appetite and who, like me, were excited by the fact of changing sexual partners daily and having an encounter with a stranger increased the excitement. At that time my adventures began. I was with men who fell in love with my ass and wanted to fuck me every time. Of course, I have to admit I'm a big ass and whoever likes it, it's a point in my favor and every top wants a good ass that they can fuck, be it big and hard. I was happy that they wanted me and gave it, but one of the things that excited me the most was that there were several who took me, not keeping just one, but eating everything I had available. At first the encounters were mostly quick and all, absolutely all, were with a condom. I was terrified of fucking bareback and getting breeded. However, when I was 21, studying with a friend from university, we were very close to each other and at one point his hand touched my leg and suddenly his mouth ate mine, and later, my mouth had his cock and then his dick was inside my ass... Anyway, you know what happened but that's not the main topic of this story, although I have to tell it to get where I want, this guy took me, ate my hairy bear's ass and put his 20 cm thick black cock raw, bareback. That day for the first time I felt how wonderful it feels for him to be fucked raw and get a big load inside me. The above was a before and after in my life. Honestly, I immediately regretted it and I was very scared. I started contacting gay friends to talk with them and their experiences about bareback sex and there was one in particular who sought to reassure me and told me that everything was fine, that it's over and if I enjoyed it, fine. I was thinking about it for a while and it got me extremely excited, although it scared me too. I went about two months without sex and then I had a threesome with a couple. There I validated that my life had changed. They started by fucking me with a condom but it irritated my ass and affected their erections, so it ended up being a bareback threesome with their load inside me included. I remember coming home with a lot of milk inside my ass that I had been enduring while I was in the taxi and I was able to resist the temptation to empty it until the next day when I woke up with an erection and my ass still wet from so much milk. In short, from that moment on I became a bottom bear who began to fuck raw a lot. When the guys asked me where I wanted them to pour their loads, I told them inside my little ass, without a condom, and that's how it happened many times since then. Obviously there was a certain fear and when I saw that a guy was too slutty or promiscuous, I avoided him. Every year the whore in me was increasing and I was abandoning the safety filters I applied before to select the guys who were candidates to breed me. The less I knew who I was going to get pregnant with, the more excited I was. When I was 27 years old I met a black guy with tattoos and was immediately captivated. Just looking at him I could tell a that he had had sex with half the country without a condom. I saw him and porn movies began to circulate around my head. A tall guy, black, tattooed, athletic, with a 22cm cock, thick and milky, he wanted to fuck me and immediately he told me without a condom and that he was going to cum inside my ass. My headaches and my moral indecisions began because something told me that I shouldn't give my ass to this black hunk. This guy pissed me off so much. I knew he had to be a tremendous whore and I was looking to satisfy my desire for sex with others to avoid falling for him, even though I wanted to. Guys came and went to give me a cock and fill my little ass with milk, but still nothing to give it to him and he wanted it, he knew that I wanted it and that it was an ideal slutty bear for his impregnating cock. One day I was needed for cock and I told a neighbor to fuck me raw. He came and we started on our own. He is promiscuous like me and he knows what I want: to unload inside me. I sucked him off and then he started fucking me. I was very excited that day, but for some reason he was overexcited and he ended up cumming inside my ass sooner than I expected and I got furious. I wanted more cock with my ass dilated and full of milk, I needed someone else to fuck me. I was looking for grindr, twitter, manhunt, instagram, facebook, tinder, all the networks that exist and I couldn't find someone to come for my ass. There was only one person interested in fucking me and impregnating me: the morbid black hunk. I waited about two or three hours and found nothing, and since I had no answer, I told the black man to come for my ass and he did, in half an hour he was already entering my house, he put me on my knees so that I would suck his cock to the bottom and then he took me out of the house and fucked me right on the porch (front). They could see us but I didn't care, I was having a good time, he was using the load of other guy as lube and I was getting raw cock like a good whore. When he was going to finish he told me, that he was going to impregnate me and that I would never forget him and the explosion inside my ass began. Many jets of milk flooded me and I was able to sleep happily pregnant. ----------------- Did you enjoy the beginning of my story? Leave your comments and remember to follow on twitter: @bbckbear. Thanks to Sam from UK with the translation mistakes.
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I've recently uploaded some pics and vids (vids on other sites of course) of me being fucked and bred during a hot massage session in London, but I'm looking for more, so I can pretty replace all of my old ones. Is there anyone in/near Brighton who can help? I'm looking for general naked pics, but I'm also be looking for pics/vids of me being fucked (bareback of course). I have no idea at the moment if there would be anyone I'd bring along (I'd need to come to you), so it might be a case (if you're up for it) of you taking the pics and vids and the one fucking/breeding me. If you have any friends who would be interested in being involved, I'm open to suggestions. To make it clear, I'm a mature age guy (who still seems to get plenty of action, so I must have something going for me), not a fit twink or muscular stud. I'll be looking at arranging something mid/late July (when I should have a bit more time). Cheers!!
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Looking for a dominant top/tops to use me while in Glasgow, preferably one that will whore me to others/take me to Pipeworks. Bareback also preferred.
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