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Disclaimer for my shitty writing, but everything written here is true. The first time I had bareback sex was also the first time I ever had sex. After graduating from college in 2010, I moved to NJ for grad school. I created an account on Planet Romeo to meet up with the local guys, but usually it was just for a quick blow job here and there. After a few months, a guy messaged me, and specifically stated he was interested in my ass. At first I was a bit hesitant, but I desperately wanted to pop my anal cherry, so I made plans with him. We first met at a grocery store parking lot. He jumped into the passenger seat of my car and we started chatting to break the ice. I wish I could remember his name, but honestly he might not have even told me. He said he owned a painting company, working with clients and builders in the area. I couldn't take my eyes off this tan Latino man with dark glittering eyes, and a tight solid body. Maybe he knew I was a novice, he grabbed my thigh and gave it a reassuring squeeze, which got me rock hard. I told him that I had no lube or condoms, so he left the car momentarily to pick some up from the grocery store. After getting the essentials, we made our way to the motel. He grabbed a room, and I followed behind, my dick still hard. We began making out and getting undressed, no time wasted. I dropped to my knees and sucked his dick, doing my best to get him hard and wet as possible. He then threw me on the bed and we assumed the missionary position. My ankles were around his neck as he slowly pushed in, and he seemed to know how slow to enter into me. At the moment I was too focused on overcoming the pain, and pressed my hands against his chest to guide him. "Is this your first time?" He asked. "No," I lied, "It's just been a while. Can you get the lube and condoms?" He brought over the lube and we tried again. "I like it. Your hole is really tight," he said. I grinned a little, but mostly grimaced, but he finally was inside my ass all the way. Let the fucking begin! But at that moment, I just remembered, he was not wearing a condom. "Can you wear a condom?" I asked, looking up at him as he slowly fucked me. "Just a sec. If I pull out now, you'll be too tight to fuck later." I nodded, that kinda made sense. We began kissing, and I got lost in the sensations of his cock in my ass and tongue in my mouth. He gradually built up the momentum, and he soon began pounding my hole. Everything felt amazing, I enjoyed the way he varied his motions and speed, and also how he kissed me deeply. He slowed down after a little while and he asked me how I felt. I kissed him in response. "I think I might have forgot to mention something to you." He said while looking down at me. "I'm married. You okay with that?" I didn't know how to respond to that. I was a little shocked to hear it, but wondered why the awful timing. "To a guy?" I asked dumbly. "No, I'm no fag. To my wife." He said. He explained how he was discreet, but was looking for a fuck buddy on the side. He wanted someone he could call up anytime and fuck whenever he wanted, on his terms. "So, are you interested?" He said all this to me while he was on top of me, fucking me slowly. My cock got even harder, and I felt I was losing myself to the moment. "Fuck yeah." I gripped his arms and squeezed my ass around his dick. He pumped harder and asked, "You want to be my bitch?" It felt like dirty talk. "Yes, please. Fuck me." And fuck me he did. He quickened his pace and pounded my ass harder. He pinned me down with his body, so that I was unable to push him away if I wanted to. He finally came, groaning in my ear and collapsing on top of me. I felt my dick pulse too, sandwiched between our bodies. Then I remembered, he was not wearing a condom. I freaked out in my head, and freaked out even more for committing myself to be this man's bitch, whatever that meant. After we finished cleaning up, he made a big deal about having my phone number on his cell. He said if I ever get a call from his number, it might be his wife. If I answered, he told me to lie to his wife, and say that I was a client of his company. We parted ways and never met up after that. He reached out to me occasionally, but I was still too freaked out to even respond back. I still look back on that afternoon fondly, and I feel my fetish for barebacking came from this first fuck. My second fuck was also with a married man, which I will save for a later date, if you guys are interested.
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NOT MY STORY but I thought you guys would enjoy it About a year ago, I finally gave into my bi-curiosity and joined grindr. I was up front about it - I'd never done anything with a guy but was interested in giving head. A few false starts in chatting with guys before one peaked my interest. He was pretty relaxed, right around my age range, lived alone a few blocks from my work. We chatted for a couple days and then set up a plan to meet up in a few more days. That was probably dumb. I'm not one to renege on my deals but was so tempted to. The nerves were getting the best of me, until the day came and a general calm of "okay, this is just going to happen" came over me. He shot me a message once he got home from work and showered and I headed over. Brief chit-chat, heart pounding in my chest, my cock some mix of excited and terrified. We finally got it after a few minutes, sitting on his couch, my hand slipped onto his lap and over his shorts. I rubbed through them for a few minutes before he kicked them, and his boxers, off. He was about five inches and a decent thickness. I leaned over his lap and finally touched my tongue to a cock. The nerves left and my cock sprang to life. I sucked him slowly sitting next to him for a few minutes before he suggested I move to the floor. Kneeling in front of him, I got much better access to explore. He knew my situation and encouraged me to try things out. Licking, kissing, playing with his sack, trying to take all of him, sucking the head and stroking. All the things I liked done to me, plus some things I wanted done to me. He let me explore for maybe 15 minutes before telling me he wanted to cum. He took his cock from me and stroked it fast while I kept watching. Just a minute or so later he told me to put it back in my mouth and he coated my tongue. I've never been so hard while I swallowed. I left right after, struggling to keep my erection hidden until I got home and jacked off. He messaged me later that night, complimenting me and offering to give me more practice if I wanted. I did. Just two days later, I was back on my knees. Again, he let me experiment for a little while, then jacked off into my mouth. I swallowed his load again a few days later. Then the next day. It took a few weeks before I made him cum myself. Hearing him growl and grab my head was incredible. He praised how much better I was at this and wanted to keep helping me improve. With how hard I came every time I went home after, I wanted his help too. I started to blow him 3 or 4 times a week, mostly right after work. He'd mostly sit on the couch, occasionally he'd be in bed, once we hopped in the shower. A few times, I went over while I was still at work - just take a lunch break at a weird time. He'd text, I'd be over as soon as I could make it. One day he had me over three times - stopped by before work, again on my way home, and made a trip back before bed. After a couple months, he started mentioning how he wanted to fuck me. At first, it was just before he came. I could pretended I didn't hear it and made my way out right afterward - just like I always did. The thought had crossed my mind, but I mostly pushed it aside. This was just about blowjobs. Until he started bringing it up more often. As soon as I'd get his cock fully into my mouth, the head pressing down my throat, he'd say how much better it'd be to have it in my ass. I shook it off a few times, but the flipping my stomach did told me I'd let him, eventually. Eventually was just a couple days later. I was already horny when a Saturday morning text invited me over. He was in bed waiting for me. I was in my own bed teasing my cock while looking at porn. Drying off after a quick shower, I grabbed a few condoms out of a bathroom drawer. I let myself in and headed to his bedroom. He was naked, laying on top of his sheets, his cock already hard. I climbed onto his bed, quickly sliding my lips all the way down his shaft and tasting the oozing precum sweet in my mouth. He let me suck him for a minute or two before he brought it up. He wanted to fuck me. I stopped sucking and agreed. I gave him a condom and stripped down. He suggested I get on my back and pull up my legs. He wanted to watch my face while he did it. I did, it was weird but gave him good access. He briefly sucked me - the first time and one of just a few times he's done it since - before rubbing lube on my asshole. He went slowly while I tried to relax. I must have relaxed well because I was surprised when he said he was all the way in. Sure, it was sort of painful, but I liked it. A lot. He fucked me slowly for a few minutes before he came. I didn't, but cleaned up and jacked off in my car before driving home. I blew him a couple more times that week before he brought up sex again. I agreed right away and he fucked me from behind on his floor. We settled into that routine for a little while : I'd blow him twice, then the third time I came over, he fucked me. A month later or so and he suggested I get on PrEP and we abandoned the condom. I did and now he fucks me almost every time. He's filled me up twice this week and I know he always wants it Friday mornings. I expect a text about 7, will be bent over around 8, and at my desk before 9. If I'm lucky, he'll want it again after I leave work. Here's hoping
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If there is anyone near Indianapolis I have never been bread or fucked and I am looking for someone to be the first. At this point I don’t care I just want someone to brutally fuck my ass. I have been drinking a little so I’ve finally worked up the courage to venture out of the closet. By venture I mean go full slut. I have fucked pussy but I constantly crave being someone’s pussy. I’ve been pounding my ass for 2 hours and I can’t take it anymore. I want someone to pick me up and use me like a slut. No mercy, no rules, you can video tape it, just pure hard fucking. I’ll do anything as long as you let me swallow your load and take one up the ass. You can piss in me, fist me, or gangbang me for all I care. Just please someone in Indianapolis do it. I’m literally considering committing a crime so my sexy white ass can be used by thugs. That’s how horny and desperate I am. I will probably cum without even touching my cock and I promise you I will tell you to fuck me harder and won’t slow down.
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I'm heading to Provincetown today for a full week, and was wondering if anyone else is around, or if anyone can offer any tips or suggestions on where a budding cub of a FtM can get used and abused. I would love to lose a couple of my virginities, namely my virgin asshole, never taken loads bareback, and never tried Tina (ultimately wanna get slammed). Also into piss, cum, BDSM, and getting my front hole and my face fucked. Pics in my profile- use your imagination to picture what I'd look like on the business end of your cock, hopelessly spun and drenched in your piss and cum. -
Had an absolute blast from the past the other night when I got an email from my ex of 13.5 years who was over in Sydney for Perth for a couple of days and he asked if I wanted to meet up for a drink. Steve and I had drifted well apart in the ensuing 10 years since we finished our relationship and in the last few years our contacts were restricted to happy birthday and merry Christmas emails and very banal chit chat. As he had moved to the other side of the country - where he has lived for 8 years - running into each other never happened. Despite our relationship ending, I have always been appreciative of my time with Steve, he turned me into the total cumdump and slut that I am and had not not been for him I would never have become the no cock no load refused unashamed whore tat I am today. He nurtured and controlled my sex life every step of the way. He taught me to become addicted to cock and seed, supervised my conversion party, organized my gangbangs, selected and arranged tops to fuck me, pimped me out, videoed many of my sexual encounters and took my mindset from a prissy fussy queen to an uninhibited, cock-addicted fuckhole. I was quite nervous about meeting up but I had a couple of wines at home and hit the train to go to the city to meet him. He has put on about 6 kilos, but he doesn't look too bad, he was always a good looking man, almost six foot, long blond hair, smooth body (and a gorgeous 8" thick fat cock that must have blown well over a thousand loads in me). Steve had already had a couple of beers when I arrived and he broke the ice with a brief kiss on the cheek and commented "getting plenty?" "As much as I can." I replied. "Nothing's changed since we were together I still spend the weekend getting fucked and bred as much as I can," I said. "How about you?" I asked. "Still the same, breeding hole as much as I can, but I just breed Asians now." That came as no surprise to me. I noted toward the end of our relationship that every spare bottom that Steve fucked were almost always Asian. He often told me how he loved their submissive nature, the way they appreciated his thick cock, and how easy it was to get into them raw. Steve just loved, and lived, to breed - nothing made his boner harder than when he knew he was blowing his ropes of toxic jizz into a neg hole. He also had little trouble getting Asian boys addicted to his cock and he would spend a lot f time working on Asian holes to ensure he nailed them. After a few wines and some side chat I asked what he was doing now. He told me four years ago in Perth he met a "piece of Asian arse" online and went to his hotel room to fuck and breed him. "Cody", the Asian guy was in his late 20's and Steve said he was a real pig "just the way I like them, he cleaned cock, licked my nuts clean" and Steve ended up staying the night breeding him four times. Cody was just completing his degree in Perth, he was an Chinese student from Hong Kong. Steve said they swapped numbers and Cody rang him every day over the next fortnight, asking Steve to dinner then ending back in the motel room where Steve would carry out his studly duty, which he is very fucking good at (and knows it). He has always been one of those genuine tops that bottoms love. - he just loves arse, eating it, fingering it, kissing it, felching it, using toys, seeding it, fucking it and taking total control of the arse at his disposal. Steve said he liked Cody, but his "liking" went to different level when one night Cody asked Steve if he wanted to meet a bottom friend, another Chinese student, and Steve could have both their mancunts for his use for the night. Steve said the other boy was hesitant about taking the meat raw, but after he watched Steve pleasure Cody's mancunt, the other boy surrendered and Steve said he bred him three times that night. Steve said he was totally surprised as he was fucking the kid for the third time when Cody whispered to him "breed him good darling, knock him up." The next morning Steve said to Cody (who was poz) he loved knocking up guys and Cody suggested that Steve spend a couple of days concentrating on and pumping as many hot loads into him as possible. Steve said Cody had to return to HK and he spent the next week screwing the other Asian boy and hoping he could convert him. OUt of the blue a month later Cody rang Steve and told him he would buy him a ticket to come to HK for a fortnight and he would pay for his hotel. Steve had never travelled to Asia so he jumped at the offer. Steve knew Cody came from a well to do HK family because of the expensive dinners, clothes and hotels. He said when he arrived in HK it was "a fucking smorgasboard." Steve said he spent the first couple of days refamiliarizing his cock with Cody's hole. From then on Cody "pimped" for him, each night introducing Steve to another "luscious" bottom. Steve said some of them were "so tight it took me 10 minutes to get all my cock into them." Cody spent time helping them get fucked (just as I had done with bottoms in my time with him), encouraging them to take his raw meat and to enjoy the fucking and breeding he was giving them. Cody and Steve were having breakfast one morning and Cody was complimenting Steve on his libido and fucking prowess (he already knows he is a great top). Steve asked Cody what had happened with the other student he fucked for a week in Perth. Cody smiled and told him your seed took." He now works for me." Steve said what as - and Cody said as a male sex worker. Steve was taken aback. Cody and a business partner had a small agency in HK and all of the bottoms Steve had fucked and bred were being funneled into the brother. "They have to learn to take seed, a good pounding and most importantly a good sized white cock, that knows how to fuck and please a bottom," Cody told him. "I have a boy, really cute, from a working class family that is keen to earn some good money - but he needs to be broken in properly with that cock of yours," Cody told him. Steve had the boy delivered to his hotel that night as Cody wanted him to spend three of the last four nights in HK with Steve. Steve boasted (while showing me pics on his phone) that within three days the kid was "howling for my cock" and was taking him six times a day - and cleaning him up. The day the kid left the hotel Cody moved back in to wrap his mancunt around Steve's pole for his last night in HK. Steve said the morning at the airport Cody gave him an envelope with a "wad of cash in it". Steve has been travelling back and forth to HK three times a year since "educating" prospective bottoms for Cody's business. He even had a trip paid to Vietnam by an associate of Cody's where he spent 2 weeks, teaching 4 Vitnamese boys how to appreciate cock, seed and a good top and how to become addicted to cock. While I am getting plenty of spare cock - I think Steve has landed in arse heaven!
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The Stables (Part 1) Gregory was a shy boy. At the age of 18 he was still living with his parents and they didn’t know Greg was gay. His dad tried several things to get his son into girls, once even hiring a whore to introduce his son to sex. While Greg was terrified, the prostitute, Mandy, was a nice lady, and, although she tried to stir his interest, she may very well have sensed his sexual preference that Greg was unable to perform. Or perhaps she was just glad, seeing that she had been paid and hadn't had to actually satisfy another John. Who knows? Perhaps she saw it as simply easy money. In any event when the time was up and she and Greg met Greg's father who was waiting in the 'salon' for his son, Mandy made a show of kissing Gregory on his mouth and giving his crotch a grope, thanking him for the hot ride. Greg’s dad was more than proud and for the moment was relaxed as it had crossed his mind that Greg might be a faggot. After all, while Greg had plenty of female friends, he had never had a girlfriend, and certainly (prior to Mandy), had apparently never messed around with a woman. No, he was a shy and sensitive boy and even at 18 was more into music and the arts than playing football or basketball. Although unspoken, Greg's father's greatest fear was that his son would turn into a dick-taking faggot. But after the session with Mandy, Greg's father was fairly sure everything would turn out all right: his son fucked a whore and he would soon find another hole into which to unload. Everything was running slowly but on the right course. Little did Greg's father know that Gregory had his own suspicions. Greg remembered experienced as early as the age of six when in swim class, he saw this other boy whose name was Alec. Gregory didn't, of course, have the vocabulary to put a name to it, but he always got excited when Alec accidentally brushed up against him when the two were standing in line waiting to jump from the one-meter board. Beyond and incidental physical contact nothing happened between Gregory and Alec, but a couple of years later, when Greg was around ten, he recognized the sensation when he found himself fascinated by Mickey, another ten year old in the same class. While Greg was perfectly happy to stare at Mickey, giving unconscious smiles, Mickey caught-on, and was none to keen for Greg's attentions, so Mickey purposefully and angrily shoved Gregory away, once even giving him a punch in the face. Although the punch was unexpected and quite painful, Greg nevertheless enjoyed being on the receiving end of Mickey's attention, even if there was a substantial degree of hostility. A few years later, now 14, Greg truly had a crush on Mr. Wilson, his English teacher. Mr. Wilson might have been in his late 20s, but he generally wore hot, tight jeans, and, as Mr. Wilson moved about the class room, Greg couldn’t stop but staring at Mr. Wilson's bulge. Of course Greg's obsession wouldn't end-up going anywhere: Mr. Wilson was married and had a baby daughter. He never even registered Greg's interest, but no matter: Greg utterly idolized his teacher. About this time rumors began circulating suggesting Gregory was a fag. His mates in class recognized the difference - when they associated erections with girls, Greg seemed to get an erection when Mr. Wilson passed down the corridor. Greg's schoolmates took their suspicions out on Greg, slapping him around, ostracizing him, and occasionally dumping him into the school dumpster. Naturally Greg wanted less and less to do with his schooling, and eventually dropped out early, getting a job at a gas station. The job didn't, of course, pay all that much, but Greg earned a couple to keep his car running. His parents didn’t ask him to contribute to rent or food, although his Dad urged Greg to join the Army, believing this would make him a ‘real’ man. Greg was quite innocent. He had never seen a gay porn and likewise had never heard about the dangers of unsafe sex. He thought of rubbers served solely to prevent pregnancies. He had, however, overheard some conversations about club a couple of counties away, some sort of bath house, where guys gathered for sexual encounters - with other guys. Although Greg didn't know quite what to expect, he decided to make a visit to the bath house on his next day off. The day arrived and Greg made the trip. It was a two hour drive, but Greg didn't begrudge the mileage, reasoning the distance reduced the likelihood he would encounter anyone from his home town. He wore his best clothing: a white shirt, with some expensive pair of jeans which he thought framed his ass perfectly. He even bought new sneakers just for this event - not realizing he would take all this clothing off within a few minutes of having entered the bar. Finally arriving at the town where the club was located, and having even located the club, he drove into the parking lot but couldn't find any vacancies, so he drove through the town looking for parking. The search was a bit harder than he expected, so when he eventually found a legal parking spot, he parked, climbed-out of the car, only to discover he had lost his bearings, so he approached a small group of guys standing at the corner and asked for directions to 'The Stable'. The guys glared at Greg, giving the unspoken message "Get lost, faggot." Anxiously Greg stepped back to the pavement and tried to get mixed with the crowd. He felt so stupid. He left his hometown thinking in a big town as this one, people would be differently, but the thugs reactions were more than just hostile. In fact Greg realized the thugs were following him. Naturally Greg was in panic. What if he wouldn’t find a safe place? What if he wouldn’t reach his car? What if they beat him up or kill him for being gay? What if their parents found out the reason for his death…. and while those ideas were spinning in his head ‘The Stables’ appeared before him. He couldn’t believe his luck. He hurriedly entered the premises. As he stepped through the door he glanced back and saw the guys disappearing into the crowd. Their victim had escaped. “Well, well…. aren’t we excited….. you are quite heavy breathing…. are you a mare, or a stallion?” the cashier asked. “I…. I am…. what?” Greg asked. “Oh dear…. your first time?” the employee asked. Greg simply nodded. The guy behind the counter inspected Greg, recognizing by Greg's walk, but his discrete glances, by his delicate mouth, that Greg would be on the receiving end that night. "Well, if you want to get fucked, then you are a mare…. if you fuck, then you are a stallion. It is not so difficult. We got this pink bracelet for mares…. and the blue bracelet is for studs,” the guy explained. Greg caught-on, and both he and the clerk simultaneously said the word 'Mare'. Paying the entrance fee and now wearing the pink bracelet, which was sealed along around his wrist, the clerk giggled as he explained “Without this wrist band the party will be over for you. So no switching. You are a mare!” The clerk gave Greg a key to a locker and a pink towel, as well as directions to the locker room where, the clerk instructed, Greg should strip and then move to the party in the basement. With a final “Enjoy the party,” the clerk got busy folding towels. As he walked down the staircase into the basement Greg's heart was almost jumping out of his throat. Arriving in the basement Greg found the space was quite dark, although he could see several corridors in which, he surmised, he stood a good chance of finally getting fucked. He also found a bar. "First timer?” the bartender asked. “Is it so obvious?” Greg answered shyly. “It won’t be in the darkroom…..” the bartender laughed. “Darkroom,” Greg repeated the word. The bartender watched at him, as if Greg just stepped out of a spaceship. “Yeah…. Darkroom. A dark room, where you can empty the dicks with your mouth or your ass….. are you for real?” he asked. “Sorry mate, but this is my first time ever in a big town. I have never ever seen a place like this. This is amazing. I can get filled up here,” Greg’s remarked, his eyes glittering with excitement. “Filled up….” the bartender repeated the words. This kid had no idea. Removing the bowl of condoms was on the counter the bartender recommended “You should not start with the darkroom. Were I you, I would start with the glory holes where you can concentrate on one or two cocks at a moment.” “Glory hole….” Greg said with awe in his voice. "What’s that?” The bartender looked around as if he was searching for the candid camera. He told him to sit and take a drink, he would explain it to him in a second, but before he paused to speak with Greg, the bartender stepped aside and spoke with the barback saying "We have some fresh meat, here. Go find the poz stud and let him know a negative mare is waiting for her fillings." The barback delivered the astonishing message, and promptly several blokes were checking the undamaged merchandise. Greg didn’t know which way to look, but he still wore his pink towel about his hips. The mass of blue bracelets made it clear the room was full of stallions. “Are you still willing to let dicks poz up your mare ass?" the bartender asked. “I 've never had a dick up there. Will it hurt bad…. ? Gregory replied in a whisper. “I will help you with that. Get this towel off then sit down again," the bartender advised, adding "Just slip a little bit back on your stool, so your ass is accessible.” One Greg was in position the bartender announced to the room that he would prep this new recruit for his deflowering, making it crystal clear he would lube this virgin ass for his first of many poz rides. With that he squatted behind the stool. his tongue delicately licking Greg's exquisite cleft. Greg thought he had died and gone to heaven. The bartender was lapping over his opening and pulled his ass cheeks further apart. He pressed his tongue inside this virgin’s ass and tongue-fucked him so hard. He smelt the overwhelming scent and sucked out the innocence of this first-timer. He loved the way the sweet ass tasted, and started use some lube on the twink. He turned back to the other studs and showed them his two sharpened fingernails, which would be quite helpful for the upcoming task. While lubing the guy up he started scratching the intestinal walls. The nice feeling Greg had felt gave way to the pain, while the man behind him tried to scrape and claw the intestinal walls for only one reason. Instead of telling Greg the truth, he explained it would hurt, because it is the first time he was prepared for some serious poz fucking. “Man, I can’t wait to get all your poz dicks up my ass,” Greg announced proudly. "You could use rubbers, of course," a voice called out. You could hear a pin dropping to the ground while the guy who had suggested using a rubber was immediately hustled out into another room. Fortunately Greg was oblivious to the commotion behind his back as he was struggling to endure the pain associated with the bartender's preparations. “I am your mare, but I won’t get pregnant, that’s for sure” Greg shouted out. "The boy's got it damn right," someone groaned. "Yeah, well, he's still gonna get our babies," another man added. A third suggested "Fuck the little brat. Pump him up with premium poz seed." Getting to his feet the bartender explained to Greg "I'm going to help you in the stall. You should concentrate on relaxing your hole so you enjoy getting pozzed," as he gave Greg some additional finger-action. After a couple of minutes of vigorous action he withdrew his fingers, showing his bloody digits to the othr stallions. The boy was already a mess. Then it all happened quite fast. While the barback led Greg into a stall, the stallions crowded into the adjoining stall, all intent of watching Greg take it up the ass. Greg, of course, was extremely excited, and noticed a television screen which showed a gay porn movie. For the first time Greg saw guys actually fuck each other in the ass. The barback, meanwhile, pointed to a hole in the wall of the stall through which the first hard dick was protruding. A thick and long dick which was ready to plumb the cunt into which it was ready to dump its toxic gift. “But I won’t see them this way,” Greg complained. “Believe me honey, most times you don’t want to see them in broad daylight. Besides, the anonymity is a big part of the fun. This way you concentrate on your work, which is draining dicks. It doesn’t matter how cool the guy in the other stall is, you just have to squeeze his dick with your cunt and accept his load. Then the next will deposit his load and so one and so on. This is your job!” the barback explained, adding “If you need more lube tell me. It doesn’t help anyone if you tolerate the pain for only one or two dicks. Your job is to empty the balls of every guy who wants to fuck you, no matter the pain. As a mare you are advised to accept and receive. And it's my job to lube you up whenever you need it. The guys have to wait then until you are ready to get your next poz load. That is all that matters." Gregory nodded, and presented his ass-cunt towards the dick protruding through the hole. The barback helpfully assisted the fuck stick to find its way home into the mare, as slowly, very slowly, Greg received one inch after another, even if he moaned in genuine discomfort. “Oh man…. this fucker is tight…. I can’t….. oh fucking god….. sweet jesus…. I think he pinches my dick off…..” the stallion panted loudly. “Baby….. push a little back. Try to relax and let this guy enter you completely,” the barback recommended, applying a bit more lube on the invading dick. Only half of the nine inches had entered the young one's body, but the barback could readily see the bloody streaks. He had done a great job and was proud of himself. While thinking of that, he decided he would help Gregory a bit more and so he squat in front of the twink and pushed against his hips and finally more inches entered the abused hole. Greg couldn’t help but to express his pain and groaned loudly. On the other side of the wall several guys cheering and even the bartender praised the good job Greg had demonstrated. Greg, of course, believed every word he was told.
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She just turned 19 and she had three guys date her for a little while and break up with her. She stumbled across my website KeepURMan.org and after reading a few of the articles and testimonials from some girls and women on my site she dent me an email. The email was as follows: Hi, my name is April and I need your help. I have had a hard time keeping a boyfriend like many of the women on your site and I need someone to help me. You have a section where you help tutor young woman on how to satisfy their man and one for helping girls explore their sexual side and I read were you even help virgins understand what they need to know to keep their man. I am the later, I am a virgin and although I have given some head I have not had sex and I am not even sure the head I gave was that good. Both of the last two boyfriends had to jack off some to cum. Please help me or I will be single for ever! The website had them put in their stats but no picture as underage girls will wonder onto the site and can't have them posting naked pictures etc. Her stats came across. 5'6 120 blonde, blue eyes and white. 34 C cup I posted three thumbs up when it came in! I was at work when the email came in and I thought, this is a good but I will have to wait till later to email her. She really needs my help!
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Coaching and cumcatching The heavy metal doors opened into the high school atrium with a whoosh of air, and immediately Paul felt déjà vu, recalling the hundreds, perhaps thousands of times he’d walked through these doors on his way to class. Now, he was back, almost a decade later, and it felt like he’d been there yesterday. The difference was Paul was no longer a flabby teen with bacne, glasses and braces. He’d grown a few inches at college, gotten contacts, and learned the proper balance of eating right and working out. The result allowed him to strut a little as he passed 4 teen girls, each undressing him with their eyes, gawking at his trim waist, muscular legs, chest and arms, and his firm bubble butt. Yet even with his adult body, ears of college training, and almost 5 years of real world experience, part of Paul wanted to run straight for the dark corner of the auditorium where he spent many afternoons running the lights for shows he never got cast in, eventually memorizing every inch of it so he could do his job in pitch black. He felt invincible in that spot, unseen and in total command. That same dark nook also held fond memories of his first sexual experimentation with handsome, talented, kind, sexy Tom Downey. No one ever understood why tall, muscular, gorgeous Tom hung around with chunky, dorky Paul, but they were inseparable when Paul wasn't relegated to run lighting, while Tommy shined on stage (not to mention on the swim team and baseball team). Most schools would not have intermixed theatre kids with athletes, but Franklin high had been home to one of the country’s top high school theatre programs for almost as many years as it had been presided over by Mrs. Nancy Wheeler. She had started in the mid-seventies and within a few years she’d made the drama department as profitable for the school as any of the athletics, before it became the city’s magnet school in the early 80’s. It was what made Paul, and many others, work tirelessly to get transferred to Franklin. Paul had always dreamed of performing in shows and movies, but Mrs. Wheeler popped that bubble on his first day, informing him he was too plain and shy to ever be more than a techie. It was her m.o. to tactlessly burst kids’ dreams that way, earning her the nickname Pinwheeler. Thus when they both tried out for 'the Tempest' their freshman year, Paul was stuck as a lighting assistant, training to work the control console while getting stuck with other jobs to fill the time. Tom however, got a lead role, and tried to help his bud by requesting Paul be his costume helper. Night after night, Paul pretended not to notice Tom’s hard cock while they hurried to get him out of a complex velvet period costume and into another. Closing night the friends went to the cast party and were talked into smoking some weed with a few seniors, including the only openly gay couple at the school. Stoned and giggly, they wandered around the host's house while Tom confided he'd caught the gay guys blowing each other one night in the parking lot. Paul still can't remember who initiated it, but minutes later they took turns swallowing each others' cum loads in a guest bedroom. Some guys would pretend it hadn't happened and get all weird but Paul and Tom decided they wanted more and began sucking, jerking and fingering every chance they got. By summer break Paul had trained Tom to take 3 fingers before they spent a month as roomies at a theatre camp. Neither duffle bag was even unzipped before Paul bred Tom's hole for the first time. When sophomore year started, Tom's butt was taking at least 10 loads a week. If Tom hadn’t regularly provided some hot ass, Paul would probably have given up on theatre since he was always losing roles to the same boy he routinely cornholed. 'Pinwheeler' assumed Paul had a crush on Tom, and told him once that, just as he would never succeed in acting, Paul had no chance of landing a leading role in Tom's life either. Paul smiled now remembering her words. Last year he’d made close to 3 million bucks acting. He wasn’t a movie star, but he’d gained the skill and confidence in college to get him steady work and recently landed a recurring supporting role on a cable drama series. That's why Paul graciously agreed to volunteer his help when his alma mater sent a letter requesting his expertise judging their short film contest. It didn’t hurt that the new teacher assisting Pinwheeler was fresh out of college, 6’4” with black hair, blue eyes, golden skin, and a thick muscular build. Paul was already planning to come to judge the videos to show Pinwheeler she was wrong, but decided to offer his help from start to finish when he saw Mr. Dick Carson's photos on Facebook. He paused as he reached for the door to enter the theatre room. This was the first time he’d be entering as the star, and after all his fantasizing of how it would be, he suddenly realized he needed to leave that behind if he was going to do these kids any good. Still, he took a moment to relish the look of wonder and embarrassment on Pinwheeler’s face when the whole class mobbed him before he’d even made it through the door. That afternoon, every student in the theatre magnet program watched and listened to everything he said with awe and admiration. At the end of the day, over 200 kids had taken his advices as gospel, and once again Paul found himself surrounded by fans, all hoping he’d agree to help them with some aspect or another of their videos. Mr. Carson stepped in just in time, informing the kids they would each get a chance to meet with Paul as each step of the process was submitted. Paul’s cock twitched as Mr. Carson’s arms guided him into Pinwheeler’s office and away from the kids. Over the next few sessions, the students got less pushy, and Paul found himself really enjoying being able to help them take their ideas and transform them into some truly funny, smart and marketable short films. A few seniors in the group were planning on submitting their films as audition pieces for college programs focusing on screenwriting, directing, cinematography and of course acting. He was shocked to discover that these students hadn’t been indoctrinated with Pinwheeler’s agenda, showcasing the acting talents of all shapes and sizes, while encouraging the beautiful girls and handsome boys to try their hand behind the scenes. Mr. Carson finally explained over drinks one Friday evening, that the administration had been receiving complaints for years about Pinwheeler’s harsh doses of reality and prejudiced approach. It was getting worse now that she was almost 70, so Mr. Carson had been hired to train under her before she was given the option of retirement or demotion. Paul tried not to show his delight in the news, but he did offer his congrats to Mr. Carson, adding that ”the kids are in great hands with you, Mr. Carson. These past few weeks, I’ve seen you open the minds of each kid in there, and I’m sure you’ll continue to evolve the program in many more exciting ways.” “Please Paul, call me Dick. After all, I never would’ve been able to pull this off without your generosity. I’m sure you’d prefer to spend your break from filming somewhere other than back in the little town high school where you were never appreciated.” Paul’s cock hardened slightly with thoughts of all the butts he could be breeding during this time. He and Tom only managed to enjoy clandestine rendezvous once they went to college, before Tom settled down with a girl they knew. Their last shared load was the day of his wedding, his tux pants around his ankles, while groom’s man Paul fished his cock from the fly of his own tux, bent Tom over a catering cart in the dish pantry while the bride and her family took photos, and committed his one and only act of infidelity, sealed with a load of semen deep inside. Paul started exploring his options at school after that, and discovered he had a lot now that he was in shape, taller and his Dick had grown to its full adult length of 8 thick cut inches. At first he fucked every butt that would bend over for him, but was shocked into secrecy when one of his regular cum-dumps was outed on the local late night news. Turns out the slim young preppy guy he’d met online was actually a married father of 4 and minister for an extremely conservative church the next town over. As Paul watched the man’s life dissolve into tabloid fodder and late night jokes, Paul made a rule: always be dating a hot girl, while secretly mating a hot boy, but never let either know the other. So now he was seeing some young actress he’d met doing a commercial, and hooking up with guys online for anonymous breedings. She was too busy to do much more than escort him down red carpets and be “caught” by paparazzi kissing, and his butt boys never saw his face. He’d even found a group in LA that hosted monthly orgies requiring every guy wear a mask. Since he’d been back home, he’d been too worried about being discovered to do anything other than jerk in the shower each morning after his work out. Usually this involved scenarios featuring Mr. Carson or some of the well developed high school boys bent over the editing computer or up against the stall door of the restroom, begging for Paul’s cum inside their holes. Paul came back to earth when he realized Mr. Carson, Dick, had not removed the arm from around Paul’s shoulders since placing it there when he was thanking him. He forgot himself for a second and glanced into Dick’s lap, observing a big lump snaking its way down his left leg, proving that Dick had the right name. “I bet you miss having your girl around especially,” Dick said while beginning to rub his arm down Paul’s back. “saw her on TMZ last month. She is one hot piece of pussy. I can’t imagine having to give up pounding that for a month just to help out an inexperienced teacher and a bunch of snotty brats.” His laughter sent a bolt to paul’s cock, and paul assured him that he was loving the time with Dick, and the kids, finishing (pretty unconvincingly) by adding that he did miss her tight pussy. “seems unfair that you’re being so helpful and won’t get laid till after you leave. Of course you could always enjoy some local fare, especially since there are so many people here who’d do anything to show you how much we appreciate you being here.” Dick chose that moment to move away from Paul, walking over to the bottle on his counter, and refilling Paul’s glass with some cheap rum and store brand coke. “Hell, I can’t even offer you really coke for your cocktails, but you could have your pick of any girl in town and most of the guys.” “Sounds fun until you remember how quickly those guys… and girls would jump online and spill to 4 million of their closest strangers. It would be the end of my relationship, not to mention my trust worthy reputation as the good boy of cable TV.” He walked back over as Paul explained the downside to cheating as a semi-celeb, but didn’t sit. This meant his large unfurling penis was eyelevel with Paul. “that does suck, I just hope you know you have given so much of your time and energy, you’ve earned a friend in me and I’d never do anything to jeopardize our relationship and its future.” Dick rook a step closer. “our relationship and its future…” Paul leaned forward to take a drink and Dick could feel his hot breath through his thin grey work slacks. “I am willing to do anything to secure the future of this program at the school and would never exploit our relationship as friends. So what can we do to ensure you are motivated to return every year and provide your services?” Dick didn’t wait for an answer. Instead he pulled Paul’s head forward until his giant man meat was up against Paul’s face. Once they made first contact, it was only seconds before they were naked on the kitchen floor, 69ing and playing with each other’s asses. Before Paul could catch a breath between inhaling Dick’s Dick, He was being flipped on his stomach and Dick was using the olive oil from their salads to finger Paul’s hole. “whoa Dick, I don’t catch, especially not a massive log like yours. I’m all pitching, but I’d love to take a toss at your butt.” Paul tried to get an angle on Dick’s hole, but Dick confirmed that he, too, was all top. Disappointed, they made the best of it and spent the rest of the evening eating each other’s cum loads. When Paul went back to the house he was renting, he almost turned off the highway to cruise a rest stop, before he reminded himself what dire consequences that could mean. The next few days working with the kids were even more fun than before now that Paul was taking breaks 3 or 4 times a day to feed Dick his load and swallow Dick’s semen. As he suspected, Dick had a hot muscled body, but with much more mass and less definition. Combined with his 9 inch uncut Dick and hairy chest and Paul was hopelessly desperate for each suck session. He even started dreaming about letting Dick fuck him in his almost virgin hole. He and Tom had tried once unsuccessfully (with Tom cumming too soon and Paul screaming in pain), and Paul had tried again his first year in LA with a TV star from his childhood. One of the first gigs Paul got after moving to Hollywood was a guest spot on a failed crime drama about a gay closeted cop and his drug addicted partner. The star playing the gay cop, ‘Bert’, was famous 10 years before for playing a wholesome dad, and he hoped he could redefine his image with the show. Paul played a male prostitute who witnessed a murder, was taken into protective custody and then sleep with the cop. Paul had had a crush on ‘Bert’ since he first saw him, and couldn’t believe that even at 40, he was still extremely well built and full of charm. After some long days filming sex scenes over and over, Bert noticed Paul getting excited while filming. Mortified, Paul apologized, but Bert told him it was no big deal and invited him to dinner to discuss his career. Paul was shocked when he arrived at Bert’s house when Bert answered the door naked. Bert offered Paul a drink while he got dressed, but Paul asked for some cock instead. Bert was all top, but Paul was starstruck, and decided to go for it when Bert told him he had some ghb that would help him relax and enjoy it. Within minutes of drinking it, Paul could barely stay conscious. Without any memory of how he got naked or upstairs, he found himself face down being roughly butt fucked by Bert. The pain was pretty severe since Bert didn’t use any lube, until he shot all over Paul’s hole. Too out of it to move, Bert said something about an encore and the next thing Paul knew, Bert was watching while a short buff, tattooed Latino forcefucked Paul’s stoned ass as well. After the ghb wore off, Bert tried to convince him to try some other stuff and stick around, but Paul politely declined while running out the door. His ads was sore for days after that, and ever since then, he’d only been a top. Now he found himself envisioning Dick stuffing his giant monster cock into his tight hole, and started using magic markers and a plastic ladle handle on his hole when he was jerking off. He was almost ready to ask Mr. Carson to teach his hole a new trick, when Dick got some bad news. Turned out his Mother was ill and he had to run off cross country that night. Paul sucked him off before he left, and prayed for a hot substitute, but no such luck. Finally ready to get fucked, and the guy he wanted to ride was 1000 miles away. That Friday, Paul was considering driving to the next town over for a shady internet hookup when he got a call from one of the students, frantic due to his laptop and thus, his entire film being stolen.
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My life had changed, but first a little about me. I was an 18 year old virgin, blond, and as I work out regularly I had a really fit tight body. I especially enjoyed swimming to I kept myself shaved smooth and, on this particular occasion, had gotten carried away and shaved-off all my public hair which, of course, made me look younger than my 18 years. I had just left school and got into a big argument with my rents so I walked out with a small back of clothes £50 in my wallet and decided to catch a train to London. When I arrived I had no idea of either what I was going to do, or where I was going to stay. As will all normal sex mad guys of my age I headed for Soho to see the sights, whilst walking around I saw a gay book shop and headed in. I had never thought about guys before but figured they were likely to be the friendliest. As I went in there where two guys a little older than me behind the cash desk it was very clear that they were talking about me by the broad smiles on their faces as I looked around I came across the bdsm dvd’s on the front was a twink boy being split roasted by two older tops as I picked the dvd up one of the members of staff came over damn I was embarrassed, he said to me that’s a great video m8 to boy gets really fucked up, would you like to see before you buy? I nodded and he told me to follow him as I did I noticed his mate smiling, we went out the back into a small dark room with a large plasma screen and a leather couch, he put the dvd in and said enjoy make yourself comfortable and left. As the dvd was playing my cock was getting hard and I released it from my trackies when the other guys came in, I tried to cover up but he got straight between my legs and swallowed my cock straight down to the root, then I noticed the other guy had come in as well and he had his cock out and positioned by my face then he said suck it m8 I had never done anything like this before as I was a virgin as so as I opened my mouth he pushed his cock deep into my throat and started face fucking me. They both stopped and stripped off their clothes and damn they looked good, then they started stripping me of my clothes and stood back as my body was on display. Hey you are so sexy one of them said then he asked if I had ever done this before I said no and that I was a virgin, they seemed shocked and then one of them said do you need a place to stay and too make some money I nodded, he said great left and came back with a camera he said he needed to take some pictures to send to an agency so I could get some work, they started by taking full pictures of my body and hard cock, then got me on all fours to display my virgin cherry and smooth boy butt, finally I was placed on the couch and they asked me to pull my legs back I think they were shocked when I pulled my legs right behind my head, that’s so sexy one of them said as the flash went off. Once they had finished they said to me that the photos would be sent off and that I was to stay a virgin as I would make more money that way, I thought that was going to be it but no, both of them took turns in face fucking me then they both shot their cum over my face taking more pictures. Once done they showed me to the shower and told me to join them in the shop. The shower was really nice, I got cleaned up and headed back to them. Part 2 to cum, the shoot
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These stories remind me of something that just happened couple of days ago. I was watching this dude who had just turned 18 years old for several weeks, trying to figure out if he was gay or what. My gaydar was going off the chart every time I saw him. He was kind of the Frat looking college boy who happened to live in the same apartment building as do I. One night after I was undressed, watching TV which I always do. It was around 9:00 P.M. and I heard a knock at the door. I could not imagine who the hell it was, so I pulled-on a pair of jeans and answered the door. It was that damn kid. I just stood there with my mouth, open, probably. It turned out he had lost his house key and wanted to know if I had a credit card or something that he could use to open his door as he didn't want to call the manager, thereby incurring the charge. "Sure," I answered, and, finding an old used up Wal-Mart card, handed it to him. "Thanks. I'll bring it right back. Oh, in case you don't know, I'm in 209." Now I have seen him with a girl now and then but nothing looked too serious. Needless to say, after shutting the door behind him, my hormones started racing, thinking of all kinds of things I could do to this boy. Now I had at least 20 years on him, but figured I could teach him a lesson or two. I had no poppers or anything else, but did have plenty of cold beer so I worked-up a plan for his return. My cock stirring and being a top, I was really thinking 'Hmmmm. Tonight is the night to get this guy, who I suspect is a virgin'. I have been poz for quite a few years and really never thought of gifting it. I also didn't really give it much thought at the moment other then this boy's nice looks and slender body. He must have weighed 135 to 140 lbs. Well, I was as ready as I could be. He came back within a few minutes, saying he had opened the door, but apologized because the card was mangled. Thank god it was un-usable anyway. So I casually asked him to come in and have a beer with me. Happily he accepted my invitation, and sat on the couch with a cold one. I had a movie on that just started that I had pay per view. So he from what I saw was interested in the movie so things went smoothly from there. After he had guzzled down about 8 beers during the movie, he got up and went to take a piss. Not surprisingly he was a bit off balance some on the way upstairs to the bath room. "Hmmm" again I said to myself, "This might be my only time and should take advantage of it." Now this guy was as cute as they came. Being 18 he had his boyish looks and swimmers build, I could only imagine what was under those baggy clothes. He came back down and asked if I minded he had another beer. "Of course not!" I said cheerfully. The movie ended and was on regular TV and we just made small talk and he was slurring and telling me that it was his first time at really getting buzzed and it felt good. He was sitting on the couch next to me and I got up and got a beer also, But I was no way near drinking as much as was he. I came back and sat closer to him of course and he looked slightly tired and I just let things happen. I casually reached over and put my hand on his leg and asked him if he was ok. Sure he said. But I kept my hand on his leg. Half way from his knee to his crotch. He did not move and of course my cock started to stir. Maybe just maybe tonight was my lucky night. I had not gotten off in days so had a good load brewing. I got a little brave and took my hand off his leg and then said something funny to him and slapped him on the leg and my hand of course was a little higher up his leg this time and I kept it there. I was sporting a tent in my jeans as I proudly can say I am well hung, uncut, and thick about 9 inches and 6 inches in girth. So there was not much room once things started stirring, if you know what I mean. I decided then I would get up and go to the kitchen and get some chips and of course let him see me getting aroused. I watched him and his eyes locked right on my crotch. Brought back the chips and gave him a bowl and sat down next to him again. Now I could not tell with the baggy pants if he was getting hard or it was just a wrinkle in his pants but I kept a very eagle eye on it and kept reaching down to get chips from the bowl resting in his lap making the bowl move a little each time I did this. Finally I came to the conclusion this beer-induced lad was getting horny, so I went for it. No more playing around. I removed the bowl and reached over and groped his crotch and yeah, I was right he was getting hard. He did not push my hand away but he said that he was straight and if anything happened then I was to forget about it and that just got me going more. A straight boy! Either he was lying or he was being truthful - whichever, I had to get some of his ass! I told him to stand and we stood up and of course now I was bulging a big ol hard on and I took his hand and put it on my crotch. He said "Damn" and I told him to take off his shirt which he did in a flash. He was hot and bothered. Just the way I wanted him to be. Nice body, I just could not believe it. Nice and slim just the way I like them and very little hair above his belly button. I fumbled as I was kind of nervous with his snap on his pants as I was not sure how far I could go. And then unzipped him. His pants fell to the floor. He already had his shoes off as I make people take their shoes off when they come into the house. So only thing left was the boxers which was tenting beautifully. I reached down and squeezed his hard on and he kind of groaned. I then told him to step out of his pants and to follow me upstairs to the bedroom where the lighting was dim. He staggered up behind me still hard and I got him up in the bedroom and told him to sit down on the bed but before he did that to shed the boxers. Which he did. Out popped a very nice looking juicy cut cock with average shaft. But at the same time I saw his ass in the mirror, Nice bubble butt cheeks. Damn this made me really want it. So I slowly dropped to my knees and took his cock into my mouth and started sucking on it. He moaned and said he always wondered what that would feel like. I had me a pure virgin here. I asked him if he had been with any girls and he said "not yet." He was still too shy around them so they even though he was cute kind of stayed away. He was sitting down so I decided it was time to show my glory and unbuttoned my pants and dropped them to the floor and stepped out of them. I also had boxers on but it was very obvious I was horny. I then dropped my boxers and he looked at my uncut clean cock and said "damn" again. He said he never seen one that big only in pictures and I got closer to him and I said "taste it" He said "No, I',m straight. I replied "Look nobody will know but you and me and I really want you to suck my cock and I will suck yours." Of course I had other plans for him, but he didn't need to know that just then. So He got my root into his mouth and I pulled the skin back so he could get at the head. He could not take much of it as he would gag, so I got back on my knees and said "lay down and I will do yours." I sucked him for a few minutes and thank god for the beer, He was not a quick cummer. But I could feel the cum slowly filling his nuts and knew if I kept on I would get him off. Of course I was all in my glory as this is what I had wanted for months after he had moved in next to me. I told him to get on the bed and be doggie style and I would teach him a new trick. He readily did so asking why. I got behind him and slowly licked his back and down to his crack and then I got to the cherry. I licked it and tongue fucked it for several minutes with him saying it felt so damn good. He was glad that he was there but not to tell a soul. I promised I wouldn't. I had lube within reach which was baby oil, and I made as if I intended to give him a massage. He seemed to be keen on that so I dribbled some down his crack and slowly stuck my middle finger in. Not much but just a little and he bucked off. But I kept after him until finally he just gave up and let me put my finger up his ass. I did this until I could get 2 fingers up there and did not want to press my luck. I then without him noticing it lubed up my cum filled cock and knew damn well this was going to hurt. I almost felt sorry for him but I just had to have a piece of his ass. I got behind him and the skin was over my cock head again, but that was ok. It would move back when I did the deed. I took my legs and knees and slowly but surely spread his legs apart some more so he was really lined up. I then was ready. I put my cock head near his cherry hole and he felt what was coming and said "Hell no, You're not doing that." I of course knew all the tricks and replied "I need to get off all I want to do is put the head in and I will stop and beat off and shoot all over your back." After long moments I finally convinced him. More lube as this guy had no idea what was going to really happen to him. I stuck my cock head against his hole and slowly pushed in. He said "Dude that hurts like hell and you don't have a rubber. I said "sorry" and that I didnt need one as I was not going to cream up inside of him [Yeah! Right!] I again told him to just bite down and it would only hurt for a minute and I pressed on. I could feel my cock head slowly go past his pucker hole and the skin pulled slowly back as I went in. I just kept it there and stroked my cock for a few minutes and pressed a little more. It was like a "pop." The head was in and no protest. But I knew I still had to get the 9 inches into him and had a long way to go. I was where I wanted to be so I leaned somewhat on his back kissing and tongueing his back. He seemed to like it. Now I was ready for more and this was the end of the game. I did not want to hurt him or really rip him apart but definitely wanted all-the-way-in. I pressed onwards and sliding the shaft in. He protested, I said "dude, just hang on. Trust me - you're not gonna believe how great this will feel." You know those famous words. I then positioned myself so I could hold on to his somewhat bony waist and held on and I slowly but surely pressed on. I was half in and was fucking him with half of my cock and still he was protesting and that also I did not have a condom. I knew I was going to breed him tonight if it was the last thing I did. So with a quick movement his legs went out beneath him and on his stomach he went. I was still in him and was laying on his back with my weight on top of him. I was somewhat bigger then him so I had the advantage. I then said the hell with it. My cock head was in and about another 3 or 4 inches of the shaft. It was time for breeding. I then grabbed him around the chest and gave him a body hug, licked his ear and away I went. I sunk the rest of my thick cock into him all the way to the pubes. He let out a yell but that did not bother me. I just kept it there and let him get use to having it up his tight ass. It was hot. Here I was in a virgin ass with my thick pole. A piece of ass I have not had for some time. I then slowly pulled some out and put it back in. He just laid there kind of stunned at what was happening. His sweet ass was getting bred. I said the hell with it then and slowly pumped him until I was taking my cock out to almost the part of the head pulled out. I could even feel the foreskin go over the head a little and then I would slam it back in. It felt to a point that he was arching his back up in the air to take it. But it might have been my imagination. However this went on for what seemed quite awhile and he said "Don't cum in me" and I said "of course not." Little did he know. I had him right where I wanted him. I told him to slowly get to his knees as I wanted to make sure I was in to the hilt. He did and without my cock falling out. I then slowly picked up my speed as I knew I was going to cum pretty soon. This was too hot for me to handle. I reached around and made his cock hard and slowly stroked it with precum leaking out of it. Then the urge hit me. I pulled my cock out to the end for the last time and buried it deep into his ass up to the pubes of my bushy hair and felt my balls slap against his at the same time as I had low hangers but they were full. I was there, I shot my poz load deep inside of his tight ass. And I kept it there for a minute or so with him bitching that I had cum up his ass when he asked me not to. I was in no way getting soft and rested a minute and slowly started again. I fucked him hard and earnest for at least another 20 minutes and did the same thing and shot another poz load deep in his ass. Only he didn't know my cum was a special gift. I was done for the time being so let it get soft and fall out. It had a tinge of pink on it so I knew I had done some damage. I rolled him over and sucked on his cock and in no time he shot a huge load down my throat. He then just laid there as a rag doll, falling in and out of sleep. I cleaned up any goo that was left dripping down his sweet cock and told myself just one more load and I will be nice and let him go. I slowly turned him over and he did not protest this time. He knew it was coming and nothing he could do about it. I spread his legs and dipped my cock back into his pozzed filled cum hole and was off again. I did not need lube this time he had plenty of cum for that so I grinded my cock into him thrust after thrust and he said he was getting sore. That was ok, I thought and kept going. I put my hands and arms around his waist and lifted his ass up to my cock everytime I shoved my cock into him so he would get all that he could. I again shot another load. This was for some reason a long one. It was like I was never going to stop shooting. But of course I did. I pulled out and told him he could go home now if he wanted. He asked if I minded he just lay there for the night and I said hell no. We drifted off to sleep as he did not want to get off again. I woke up around 3:00 A.M. and had another raging hard on. And he was in the right exact position to get him again. I threw back the covers and lubed my cock and mounted him. He was sleeping but he woke up real fast when I shoved my thick 9 inches into him. I fucked him again for about 30 minutes and gave him his 4th load of poz cum. Then I reached over and felt a semi hard on so I toked on that until I got it real hard and sucked on it till he busted a nut. Then we fell asleep in earnest. Woke the next morning and he begged me not to tell anyone and I said "no way" but I wanted him to come over once in awhile just to play. He did not seem to keen on that but he did like looking at my swinging big cock. It was about 3 months after that I saw him going into the local ABS. He was not saying much to me, but even so, having broken him in, I would get him and his sweet tasting, tight ass. He was now 'one of the boys' so to speak. And if he did fuck some cunt then she was going to get pozzed. I suspect he he knew he was pozzed and did not want to tell me. I also think after I had de-flowered him, he had played around some with other guys. Otherwise I should think he would have come back to me and bitched me out about pozzing him. He didn't so that told me that he didn't really know who pozzed him, and I had done my job well. Even if he was straight, he still got bred, and had no more worries. After all, he was now one of the boys. In all shape and manner.
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I am looking for a Top, dominant preferably but not necessary to take my anal virginity. Like the post says I'm not picky or hung up on looks. I couldn't care less what you look like. We won't be dating. Just fucking. If I had to say I had a preference I would say I prefer black dick but not a disqualifer but would love to give this ass to a black man as I believe black men are Kings and us white people should be subservient. You must host. No games or bullshit let's do this. Bareback is a must. -
When you first meet Mitch, chances are you'd see just another white teenager trying to be cool by imitating the dress, mannerisms and swagger of his black friends. Like most people you'd probably just shake your head and wonder where his parents were when they should have been teaching him to stand up straight, look people in the eye, get good grades, make something of himself, etc. Maybe you're the exception, maybe you're the guy who sees through his macho act and realizes how insecure the kid really is, maybe you're like Terrell. From the moment Terrell spotted Mitch, he saw right through his false exterior. Even with only a moment's interaction, when T's sister introduced Mitch as the newest employee at the restaurant where she works, Terrell was sure that this kid was a poser, desperately trying to keep something secret from his family, or friends at school. Usually white boys acting like "wiggers" was nothing new, but T felt certain this kid was trying a little harder and worried a little more than he should be about keeping up appearances. "Sup Mitch? Nice to meet ya." Terrell said, sizing up the teen while moving in to shake his hand. Before he could clasp his palm with the boy's, Mitch slid his fingers back, slapped them with T's and fist bumped him. "Fo Sho' Terrell, Aisha been illin to bounce fo' hours son," T had a hard time not laughing at the over-exaggerated ebonics the boy used. "Good thing you showed on time or she'da put a hit on yo' ass!" "Best be leavin' then, peace out kid." After one more ridiculous slide/swipe/bump combo, Aisha and Terrell went to leave, as Mitch returned to work, putting away some packs of napkins on a lower shelf. T's dick swelled as the teen's jeans dropped dangerously low on his hips, almost taking his boxers with them, stopping just far enough for Terrell to catch a glimpse of his lily white ass crack and the soft blonde hairs glowing in the reflected light. Embarassed, the high schooler tugged them higher and turned to see if he'd been caught, accidentally allowing him to take in the view as T adjusted his monster snake through his jeans and boxer briefs. Usually straight boys are oblivious to such gestures (or they'll act like it is sick and wrong and possibly attack), but Mitch froze and his eyes widened a little, leading to he and T sharing a look before Mitch's cheeks went red and he whipped back to the napkins. "So that's what he's hiding," Terrell thought to himself, making a mental note to squeeze Aisha for more info on Mitch later that night. Pics that inspired Mitch and Terrell: Terrell was no stranger to closeted gay guys, especially in his line of work: dealing Tina, Coke, Gina and Molly to a large selection of users, ranging from teens to seniors, in every color imaginable. Often he'd helped a hot young gay dude come out by getting high with him and providing an opportunity for them to be alone, naked and surrounded by drugs. For the most part, T was accustomed to practicing these skills on guys who came to him to buy, so it hadn't really crossed his mind what he'd need to do to work his magic on a sober stud. Aisha was as helpful as she could be, without any knowledge of what her bro had in mind for the teen. Under the guise of small talk while they ate dinner, she divulged Mitch's age, family situation (two sisters in college, dad in another state, mom working 60-80 hour shifts as hospital administrator), area where he lived (about two miles away in a nicer part of town), personal history (moved here last year, only a few friends, saving up to buy a car), and so on. When she was finally finished and her boyfriend had showed up to drive her home, she unwittingly given T a plan of attack. Once the door clicked shut, Terrell hopped on his laptop and found Mitch on Facebook. His assumption that the teen was hungry for friends proved true when the friend request was accepted within moments of being sent. Now that he was in, it was time to do some research and make sure this boy was a homo. Photos and status updates confirmed that the only women in his life were his family and some close friends from his old town. Dating seemed to be the only thing excluded from his detailed, copious posts; a good sign for T. As more photos and posts loaded, T's jaw dropped as a photo of Mitch with some of his former school's fellow swim team members popped up. Terrell massive uncut cock pulsed at the sight of bare teen flesh like normal, but what made it surge to half-hard was the boy in the middle. Buff but trim, cut abs, pecs, thighs and calves, capped by wide shoulders and firm biceps, leading to a familiar smile and blonde mass of wet hair: it was Mitch, and he was hot as fuck. T pulled his jeans and undies to the floor, grabbed his bubbler, loaded a fat crystal and hit it while scrolling through more and more shots of Mitch's body, butt and bulge. From an initial inspection, he probably had average size dick and balls, but his butt was the definition of bubbly and his body was flawless. Stroking his foreskin over and down the head and shaft of his chocolate penis was causing his balls to tighten and droplets of precum to appear at his dickslit. The doorbell rang, eliciting some curses from T, but he smiled when the webcam on his porch revealed it was one of his regular clients, a law school student who bought Tina when he needed to pull an all-nighter… and also enjoyed getting Terrell's cock down his throat. "Come in and lock u[ behind you," Terrell commanded upon opening the door, not bothering to put his pants back on. Law boy did as requested then sat on the couch opposite Terrell's layzboy, and licked his lips while counting out his cash. T weighed a fat sack for the boy, admiring his easy handsome face and slim body, noticing for the first time how much he looked like a young Rob Lowe. "Get naked and I'll smoke you out." "Rob" seemed hesitant, since none of his previous visits required he get undressed. Still the sight of the shard T chose for the pipe changed his mind, and in a flash he was naked and stroking a respectable 7 inch cut penis. As they each took a hit from the pipe, T went back to looking at pics of Mitch, now on his phone, and lazily worked his own cock until the bowl was finished and "Rob" fell to his knees and started nibbling the foreskin and lapping at the balls, shaft and head. "I bet lil' mitchy would have a fucking aneurism if he walked in on this!" T thought, chuckling under his breath while pushing his cock deeper into Rob's mouth and gullet. Like a lightening bolt, it struck T that a little unexpected exposure to gay sex was exactly what Mitch needed in order for Terrell to plant a seed in the kid's brain. Pushing his cock in Rob's mouth until his balls rested on the 22 yr old's chin, T found Mitch's number and dialed him. Rob: "Sup, who dis?" Mitch answered, catching T off guard for a second. "This is T, ya know, Terrell, Aisha's bro." T tried his best to make the boy feel like he was convincingly ghetto, but he was slightly distracted by the fag tonguing his shaft. " Just wondering if you got plans for Saturday night after you get off work. Me and some buds are gonna play ball at the park then head back to my place for some smoke and cocktails." "Sounds awesome bro," for a moment Mitch almost forgot to speak poorly, then calmed himself enough to return to his previous pattern. "Can't smoke cuz' the shit job does random UA's man, but I'd be down to play ball and hang. Lemme run and check with my moms real quick to see if it's coo." As Mitch put the phone down, T could still hear him talk to his mother, suddenly becoming the perfect little preppy boy, saying all the right shit that moms love and promising he won't drink, smoke or be out past 11. The sound of this little boy begging his mommy to come get corrupted was too much for T, who grabbed Rob from the floor, shoved his discarded undies in his mouth, turned him around and bent him over the couch. Rob was obviously freaked, so Terrell shoved some poppers under his nose while reaching into his discarded jeans for a small container of boy butter. Still as he pressed his cock head against the law student's sphincter, he heard some mumbles about a condom, which just made him laugh. Instead he shoved the poppers back under Rob's nose, then pressed his weight into the boy, forcing him up against the back of the couch, including his face, muting his cries as T's fat head burst into Rob's hole. He had every reason to cry since Terrell's cock was now somewhere in the range of 10-11 inches and as thick as a 40. Mitch came back on the line and told Terrell he was in, asking who all would be there. Pumping deeper and deeper into Rob's cunt, T tried to sound normal as he explained it would be some friends and maybe a guy or two from grindr. Silence was all that came back over the phone line for a minute until Mitch expressed wonder at what grindr was. The pause meant Mitch knew exactly what it was, and he probably had a profile on there. Terrell explained in g-rated terminology what grindr was used for, and Mitch finally, reluctantly agreed to be there after his shift Saturday. As soon as the call ended, T flipped Rob on his back and slammed back inside the law bitch, making his scream and try desperately to get away. T had an obvious advantage when it came to making Rob stay put, since he was almost a foot taller than his victim bottom at nearly 6'7" and worked out for three hours everyday, building his body into a fuck machine! Pinning Rob with one hand, he resumed raping his ass while his free hand did a search on grindr. With some minor modifications to the age, location parameters and interests, T had no trouble coming up with Mitch's profile. As he suspected, Mitch had taken a pic from his swim team collection and blurred his face and the background. Still Terrell was confident it was him. Clicking on his other photos, he moaned when the next photo was one of Mitch grasping his hard 6 inch cock on a twin bed that T guessed to be in Mitch's room. Posters featuring the X-men and pink floyd hung behind him on the wall. Again the face was blurred, but that didn't stop T. Clicking for the last photo, he felt his balls tighten at the sight of Mitch doggy style on that same bed, with a magic marker shoved up his hole. Plowing as deep as he could caused his cum to explode far up Rob's hole, as well as making the poor boy scream and pass out. Pulse after pulse of jizz coated the unconscious boy's innards until T felt woozy too and collapsed onto the inert body of the law boy he'd just made into a law man. --- Rob's rape: When Rob came to, T was wearing some bball shorts while a tall thin white dude covered in tattoos worked his 8 and 1/2 inch cock in and out of Rob's hole. Terrell had been calling bros to see who he could get for Saturday and when Yuri told him he needed to stop by to re-stock on tina, it only seemed polite to offer Rob's ass as a bonus. Tears ran down the student's cheeks as he resigned himself to being a cumdump for the two men that night, hitting the pipe again as much as he could in hopes of forgetting what happened when he left three hours later, sloshing around with 4 loads inside his butt. Yuri: Next time...
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Hey fellas, I've been homeless for a few months now, and I decided to come down to NYC to get a change of scene, crash with some friends, and check out a few concerts. While I'm in town, I thought it might be cool to meet some sleazy guys and let them use me like the cheap, horny, little lowlife I am; I have never let anyone cum inside me, nor have I ever been fucked anally, but despite being straight, I'm wicked turned on by cum- I love letting a guy dump thick, hot prickpaste all over my face and in my hair, and the thought of letting men spurt load after load of scum inside my tender, unprotected holes gets me wicked horny. I'm not sure if this is allowed to post on here, but I would really be into whoring myself out- I desperately need the money, plus it's a huge turn on for me. I would also really like to try someThing, which I've been penalized for posting about outside of the "Backroom" section, but if you take a look at my profile and some of my posts, I feel it should be clear what I'm talking about. I fucking love the thought of how dirty and degenerate I'll feel, getting exploited, degraded, and turned into a nasty whore. Please message me if you're in NYC and wanna use a straight, homeless transboy, and be the first to leave my holes gaping and sloppy with loads of your seed. I'll send pics and can answer any questions you might have about me. Thanks!
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I am an insatiable, shameless, sex starved, sexually depraved, skinny, slutty Tranvestite with a TIGHT, VIRGIN ASS. I am an "unused" oral and anal virgin looking and wanting to go ALL THE WAY with a hot man. I am seeking a YOUNG, RANDY, SMOOTH, MUSCLED UP HUNK with a LUSH CUT COCK to offer myself to as his REGULAR pet slut ... bimbo ... bitch ... fucktoy ... fuckpuppet ... bad gurl ... dirty little whore ... with NO CONDOMS REQUIRED. I don't want romance ... I don't want roses ... I don't want endless chit chat ... I just want HARCORE SEX ... on a REGULAR BASIS. Specifically I want: to suck and gag on cock, my mouth spunked into, to swallow cum, to be spoken dirty to, to be held by the hair, to be rimmed out, my ass spat on, to be spanked, screwed, drilled, fucked, given a good spunking into, to be told I am a little slut, to feel USED, to feel like a little whore. Can travel 24/7!!!
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Hi I have question for all of you boys. My ass is virign and I find a nice top with huge dick who is prepared to fuck me. I would like to know how to prepared myself for 22*5cm dick. What do you suggest? He will fuck me bareback and cum in my ass. Please tell me advices. Thanks. T.
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I was at dsc and someone was licking my ass for an hour and made me fun twice but he would not take my virgin cherry. I want some one to take it pop it please
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So this is a brief introduction to my desire since at the moment I must get ready for work. But I want to a least share my desire/fantasy for anyone to read. I am a 23 Latino, I'm a sub bottom (very little experience) with a bubble butt, cute face and a little extra meat. I say I am sub even though if only had a few sexual encounters because although I haven't done much, I do know what I like and would like to experience. Anyways I myself have had this fantasy that I wish to become real. I discovered I was a bottom when I stumbled across gay BB porn at the age of 18. Since then I have developed this intense desire to find a hung (and when I say hung I mean at least 8" or bigger) daddy type or even bro type guy to take me and make me his sub slut. Now I love cum, love to suck and swallow, get rimmed, get fucked (the right strokes make me really wet and cream!), have a sexy top be verbal and call me dirty names, to get treated like a slut, teased, kissing, body contact and usually open to more that doesn't involve pain or scat. Anyways I've always wanted to meet a hung daddy that would take me, train and mold me into his personal cumdump slut. Yes I'm sorry guys but I seek that exclusive partner that I can devote myself to and serve regularly for some good dick and some hot cum. Anyways this is a brief intro as I must head to work now. But given the chance later today I will delve further into this topic and write more.
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Hey guys! Please consider that this is my first erotic story ever and that English is not my native language. Have fun! Meeting my hero Part 1 I had just become matriculated at the university, when I was browsing the diverse student groups there were. One of them especially sparked my interest: A queer student group. They planned different types of events at the semester start – even before the lectures. One of them was a superhero themed meet and greet which had the purpose to convince guys to visit who had not come out yet. Actually a very nice idea, which got my attention, as I was only outed with my friends and sexually quite inexperienced, a virgin indeed. So I searched for a sexy Spider-Man costume. He's my favourite. And thinking ahead I thought that I should be mostly naked underneath, but not totally – in case of … boner. So I bought my very first jock strap. An embarrassing shopping tour. When the evening came, I was surprised how chill I was since everything was anonymous. I could just go any time without being stigmatized as a party hater forever and so on. I felt a certain freedom here. The student group had rented a local club. It was dark with flashing lights and loud. As I went inside I was greeted by an Iron Man and another Spider-Man. Oh shiiiit. The Spider-Man told me that I shouldn't be shocked. Spider-Man was apparently the costume of choice here for many. This sucked for me, but whatever. After a while of partying, as I went to get a new drink, I could feel someone putting a hand on my shoulder, saying “Hey, we should totally further the plot, Spidey.” As I turned I could see a Deadpool standing in front of me. He was slightly taller than me and the only Deadpool at this party. I, giggling: “Hey, nice hit on!” Deadpool: “Yeah, I kinda want to stay in character here. So, wanna be my Spidey?” I: “Well, uh, how come you chose me?” Deadpool: “I figured you're the hottest Spidey here, and the hottest guy as far as I can see.” He leaned to the side to take a look at my ass. “Awesome ass. The jockstrap's a bonus, honey.” I: “Oh shit, you can see that?” Deadpool: “Oh, I can see that.” His hand which so far was holding a drink in front of his crotch moved to the side. “Whereas I'm naked.” He visibly smiled through his mask as my eyes widened and I gulped. I could see the outline of a very nice cock. “So in a Deadpool-Spidey situation, you'd really be the Spidey, right?” As he said this he elegantly raised his glass and spread a finger when saying “Deadpool” and inserted it into a hole created by his index finger and thumb of his free right hand for “Spidey”. Then he added: “Ok, let me just break character a minute. I'm not usually like this, ok? But I kinda feel like being cheeky today, as a Deadpool.” I: “Yes”, I grinned. He didn't wait long to grab my arm and pull me aside to the wall. After some chatter without much meaning, as we were both done with our drinks, I licked my lips as I so often do after drinking. However, in this context I knew that I could get his attention with it. He quickly grabbed my empty glass, put it aside, put one hand at my hip, the other at the back of my head and started kissing me with passion. He was the best kisser I'd ever had, really know how to use his tongue annd I did my best to reciprocate. “Oh, I can't take it any more. Let's go, Spidey!”, he said and again impressed me with his strength by simply pulling me somewehere else. Oh, I like strong guys.
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Hi all, this is my first story, based on real events from last night. I hope you enjoy! The Bi Virgin It was a Friday night and I had had a pretty long week at work, leaving me exhausted and horny as hell. On my way home, I stopped at a fast food joint to grab a bite to eat and popped up Grindr to see if there were any loads around that I could take. The usual old faces filled my cascade rather quickly. However, a pic-less profile sat right next to my picture. He had listed his stats: 28, 185 lb, 5’8”, neg, looking for bigger guys. As a larger cub, this piqued my interest. I popped up his chat and just as I was about to hit send, his message popped up: Him: Hey there! You are close. Me: Yeah man, just at X restaurant. How are you? Him: To be honest really horny. I am stuck in this hotel and really want to play. Me: MMMMM. Fucking hot man. I’m here horny as fuck. What r u into? Bottom or top? Him: So not really sure… I’m a virgin. Only jerked off a cock before. I think I’m a bottom though. I hesitated. I really wanted to take some loads tonight. But I also was boned at the idea of being the first cock to slide up this virgin’s ass. I could feel myself leaking in the restaurant. Suddenly my phone vibrated again and I noticed he sent me a face pic. He was fucking adorable! Shaggy blond hair, cool blue eyes, light scruff on a semi-baby face. I needed my cock in him soon. Me: Fuck man, you are hot. You are close, are you staying at the XXX hotel. It was the obvious choice. It was the only hotel within a mile. Him: Yeah man, wanna come over? Got lube and condoms in case it gets there? Me: Sure. I can be right over. Him: Room 228. I stopped at my car where I have a little first aid kit box repurposed as my sex go-bag (lube, silicon cock rings, condoms for those that insist, hand sanitizer… the basics I want with me at all times). I walked over to the hotel and was to his room in less than 5 minutes. He answered the door in basketball shorts and a tight lycra shirt. He was obviously tenting at the thought of being with another guy. After exchanging pleasantries, he began giggling nervously. I put my hand on his waist and pulled him close. I brushed my lips on his and then began to kiss him deeply. “Did you like that?” I asked. “Yeah,” he said with his nervous giggle. I began to rub his hard cock through his shorts. He let out a light gasp of pleasure. I let my hand wander under his elastic band. Damn, he had a thick cock. Hopefully one day he will use it to bred willing bottoms. “I have something I’ve always wanted to do with another guy… do you want to shower with me?” he asked. I could see in his eyes he really wanted to. “I’d like that a lot” I responded as I lifted his shirt over his head. I bent down to slide his shorts off, and on my way up gave his cock a nice little lick. He shivered. He then stripped me and led me to the hotel shower. After starting the water and getting the temperature just right, he turned and grabbed my hardening cock, stroking it and staring at it while licking his lips. I put my hand on his shoulder and gently pushed down, and he got the message to get on his knees and suck it. As the water bounced off his back he let my hard cock slide deep into his throat. He was gentle as one expects from a fairly novice cocksucker, but it still felt damn good. He bobbed his head up and down on my cock, taking it deeper each time and sucking a little harder each time. Finally he took it a little too deep and found his limit. He gagged on my cock, which just made my cock jump harder and gag him more. He stood up still stroking my cock. Without saying a word he turned around and started rubbing my cock on his tight bubble butt. He traced my cock head into his crack and started rubbing my precum on his tight, puckered hole. That made him moan. However, as much as I wanted to thrust forward right then, I could see he was nervous and I also knew he was far too tight and I would tear him. “Have you ever been rimmed?” I asked. “No, at least, I don’t this so. I’m not 100 percent sure what it is,” he responded. With that I switched spots so the water was to my back (this isn’t my first shower rodeo and I don’t feel like drowning while eating ass) and bent him slightly, spreading his cheeks. His pucker looked so tight. I pushed my face into his ass, darting my tongue in and out of his hole, sucking a bit on the pucker, digging my tongue deeper each time. He let out an amazing moan that made my cock jump. I backed away to admire his growing pucker. I rubbed it with a finger and using my spit as lube slid it in deep. More moans came from him, and I got even harder knowing I’m the first guy to explore this virgin ass. I went back to rimming him more, getting more of my saliva in his hole and getting deeper with my tongue. His ass tasted so good. This time, when I pulled back, I tried getting two fingers in. It was still tight, but luckily I put my little pack next to the shower. I grabbed the lube and slid both fingers in. His ass took them deep and squeezed hard. Fuck, it was tight. All I could think about is how much I wanted to breed this tight hole. I stood up and started to rubbed my cock on his loosened hole. “Please fuck me,” he begged as he ground his ass on my cock. He grabbed it an lined my head up with his pucker. I felt him lean back, and the tip started to enter. Not wanting a freaking-out virgin on my hands after, I asked, “Yeah you want my cock? Do you want it wrapped or raw?” He paused but continued to grind his ass on my cock. Finally, he moaned out the single word I really wanted to hear. “Raw.” With that permission, I slowly pushed forward. His hole was so fucking tight, and slowly I got my whole cock head into his hole. It felt so good. He tensed up. “Breathe,” I coached, “Just breathe, it will feel really good.” He began to relax and slowly I continued to slide my cock into his virgin hole, every inch feeling good in his unused tight ass. Finally, I got all 7 inches in him and felt him grind on my pelvis. I slowly withdrew and then slowly slid my cock back him. He let out an animalistic and unconscious moan of pleasure. His tight hole was milking me and I knew I wouldn’t last long. I picked up the pace of my strokes, and I could feel his tight ass loosening. It felt so good to be breaking in a future bottom slut. After a few minutes, his tight hole got the best of me. I was close. “I want to bred you, boy.” He panted, “Yes, yes, please, I want this. I really want your cum.” That pushed me over the edge. My body tightened and my load flooded his guts. I was washed over with a feeling of pride knowing my DNA was the first to be bred into him ever. He was panting and stood up. He had a huge smile on his face and kissed me deeply. “Thank you man. I never thought I would do that. I fucking loved it.” After that we finished up in the shower actually showering. He let me know he was in town a few more days so we exchanged numbers. Let see if he wants a second load. No matter what though, I’m glad I could welcome a nervous bi boy into the club of being a slutty bareback bottom.
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About two years ago, I got into bare backing. Love the feel of a hot load up my ass. I was still selective and would only play with guys who, "said" they were undetectable. Unlike many here, I was not looking to get bugged, but I guess that's when it happens. I am not sure if I have been gifted yet. I had some blood work done, and found out I have Hep C though. Running another test to se if its active. I don't shoot up so if it is active, pretty sure it came from a poz top. Dr. is retesting to see if Hep is active, and also for HIV. Dr. says if bugged, it may just not be showing yet. I know my body is feeling something. Have been feeling fatigued, and running a 100+ fever for 3 days now. Could it be the Fuck Flu? From what I see guys bodies react different when first bugged. Several have asked how I feel about being converted, and honestly I don't know. I loved the suspense of knowing that it could happen to me, and if converted, that will be lost. On the other hand, it would open up a new world for worry free sex. I'm a total bottom but several other bottoms told me it has opened up a new world of being a top, so they could spread their toxic seed. Will that happen to me, not really sure. I guess when it comes down to it, I'm excited about the possibility of being converted. Thanks to all that have privately chatted me regarding it., and your blog feedback is welcome also. I will continue this blog as my journey continues! So they journey continues on 2/27. Went for my Hep retest. If its a recent infection, being retested for HIV in a month.
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Auhor's note: just a quick story in "honour" of Valentine's Day I may be getting very cynical in my old age Lol -------- Jeff thought that today, the day he finally gave up his cherry, was the day he really 'became a man'. He was wrong. He had known Dave for several months now and was sure Dave was 'the one'. He was wrong. He thought he would always be 'safe only'. But he was wrong. Dave's breathing grew ragged as he looked down at his latest conquest. This bitch had left him with blue balls for months... but he had finally convinced Jeff that this was 'true love' and to spread his legs. Nothing he loved more than breeding a virgin ass. He always lost interest in a guy after one fuck, of course, but he lived for that thrill of being first. Truth be told he had been bored of Jeff for weeks but, after such a long investment of his time, he hadn't wanted to give up without claiming his prize. It had taken a bit of extra manipulation to get Jeff to forgo a condom. In the end, Dave convinced him to do it "just the once" since it would be easier for his first time. The dumb fuck had even believed it when Dave told him that he always played safe too. Ha! He loved fucking his toxic seed into unsuspecting and naive guys like this too much for that. He couldn't remember the last time had actually had fucked with a rubber.... He certainly hadn't worn one on any of the other guys he fucked over the months he had been working his way into Jeff's jeans. Not that Jeff knew about those. The aftermath of the conquest would be almost as fun as the actual fuck. Almost. Even if he would be watching from a distance after tonight. He and Mickey had done this so many times that Dave had lost count. Mickey had been carefully ingratiating himself in Jeff's life as his 'friend and confidant' for almost the entire time that Dave had been working the virgin. Jeff didn't even realise he and Mickey knew each other before they all met. Dave had seen Mickey's routine enough to know how it would play out. Mickey would drop by Jeff's place tomorrow morning to see if Jeff wanted to hang out for breakfast.... only to find him crying over being dumped. While Jeff wept his eyes out over his broken heart, Mickey would give him a shoulder to cry on. Mickey knew how to play on emotions and insecurities like no one Dave had ever seen. A shoulder to cry on would become an embrace, then a kiss, then... well, Mickey would get his sloppy seconds before noon. Mickey loved picking up the pieces even more that Dave loved popping cherry boys. That is, he loved picking up the pieces and breaking them even more. Jeff's precious self-esteem will be so shattered that from now on he would do anything for the validation of a fuck. He would be hooking up with random guys online within a couple days. And there would be no talk of 'safe only'. Bareback was just the first step, the first line he would cross. Other fetishes would follow: piss, Dom/sub, probably fisting eventually... who knew what 'perversions' he would sink to. Just another cum dump slut haunting the bars, baths, and hookup sites desperately looking for his next fuck and the illusion of intimacy. If Dave's tenacious virus didn't get a foothold, someone else's would soon enough. And, If Dave's high viral load DID somehow manage to infect the slut right out of the gate, Jeff will be spreading the stain everywhere without knowing it himself (at least until, someday, he gets a test... but, like most sluts, even that probably won't slow him down). It was, Dave decided, a fitting payback for holding out so long on surrendering his virgin hole. Dave's balls were drawing in. His snake ready to unleash its venom. So close. Close... His cock began to throb inside the tight ass Triumph!! "Take my load you stupid bitch." No need to be nice now. Jeff turned to look at him. Confused, hurt, puppy dog eyes. It actually made Dave laugh. What a stupid little cunt. He kept thrusting until his cock stopped throbbing then, finally, slid out pulling some of his spunk with him. He wiped his cock on Jeff's shirt and threw it in a corner. When he pulled on his jeans, Jeff finally spoke. "Where are you going? Aren't you going to stay?" His voice was a trembling whine. "Hell no." Dave laughed. "You have a nice cunt but I've got what I wanted. Can't believe you fell for all that true love bullshit." He pulled on his shirt and slipped on his shoes. "You're damaged goods now, so, don't bother calling again." Dave paused as he opened the door to leave. He smiled, cruelly, at the trembling slut-in-the-making. "Oh, yeah, almost forgot... happy Valentine's Day"
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Mt First Time Exclaimer: I was younger than what is legal in the US or where I live (Norway). Thus, I will not mention my own age, although it is written on my profile. This is an accurate description of what happened, and not a fiction or a fantasy. Please respect it so, and do not regard this in a way which eroticises underage boys. We had met on a gay chatting site, as I had newly discovered it. I wasn’t a sex craving boy per se, and had only a couple months ago discovered that if I jerked off, it felt great, and a white substance oozed out of the tip of it before it went back to its soft shape. My cock wasn’t that big either, just the same as the ones I saw when showering after gym classes. Anyway, it was the last class of the day, the arts, and about an hour before he was supposed to pick me up from the place we had agreed upon, at a parking lot not too far away from my school. I had told my parents that I was going out with a couple of friends, for ice creams and so on, and that they should not expect me before dinner, which was hours away. After arts, I urinated, parted with my friends, and exited the school grounds enroute to the designated pick-up spot. To my surprise, he had already arrived. It was winter, so it was already getting dark, but I could see his shining leather jacket and gray beard. His hair was grey too, and he had an obvious belly. He had dark glasses on, jeans, which looked old, and old sports shoes. His car was, as his hair, grey, and as his clothes, old. We discreetly greeted each other with our eyes, not sure if speaking in public is a wise thing, although there were only a few other souls around. I entered his car, and with a switch of a button, he ignited the engines and started to drive. My heart was going over the top, occasionally skipping a beat or two, as we continued our journey to the outer rims of the city. Finally, his car stopped in a suburban neighbourhood with tight, long-rise apartments. As he navigated me to his flat, I saw many immigrants with large families preparing for a nice, cosy evening, children playing, mothers shouting. As we approached the elevator, we saw an older woman, probably 50 years of age, the same as the man next to me, with her four children, leading them to the elevator. We managed to cramp into the tight space of the elevator, and, shockingly, went off the same floor, Floor 11. The woman and her small children, the youngest one probably being half the age I was, entered the first door from the right. She had to push them to the flat, as they were small in size and in mind, but had very large pieces of winter clothes. We went to the adjacent door, and as he opened it, I was met by many fold of thick curtains. I navigated through them as he closed and locked all the locks of the door, three, in fact. I was met by an ungodly scene of tools I had never seen before, leather and wood dominating the materials they were built from. As I was looking around, I felt a hand stroking my back parts, it was cold and intolerant as it moved itself from my chest to my ass in a matter of seconds, going all the way down to my balls on the other side. I was shaking, partly because it was cold outside, and because I was about to enter a new frontier I had never been to before. He asked me to get naked, and without further question, I took of my gloves, scarf and hat, and he helped me to take off my jacked and the hoodie. I, then, took off my shoes and socks, and unbuckled my trousers. He helped me take them off with his strong arms, and gently slipped my jocks off of me. I was left naked in the middle of a room which was the entirety of the house, with strange tools and an old man, older than my father. He asked me my name, which I did not answer, and with a grin on his face, he started to touch my body. I flinched with the touch of his fat, cold fingers on my body. He explored my chest, my arms, my torso, my neck, my ass, and my legs, before he grabbed my stiff cock. I was half his size, much shorter than him. Of course, I had not come to the age which my body hair started to grow, so I knew one day I would have hair on my chest, arms and legs, and a bush on my pubes. He undressed rather fast, exposing his old, hairy body. His cock was shorter than mine, but quite thick. I could barely see it, as it was covered with hair both from the pubes and the balls. His balls were impossible to see. He grabbed me by my neck, and threw me on the bed adjacent to the wooden table. He started licking my body with his wet mouth and tongue, making my penis harder than stone. His mouth, then, came on top of my balls. He licked them softly first, then, with a single grab, put all of them into his mouth. The feeling was odd, as I felt like my sack was gonna detach from my body. As his tongue and mouth sucked further on my testicles, while his hands were caressing my butt, I felt my prostate spasm uncontrollably, resulting in one of the most intense orgasms I ever had to date. Holding his hands on my butt, his tongue and mouth diverted to the huge amounts of sperm on my hairless chest. He licked and swallowed every bit of it, leaving me with nothing but this saliva. After that, his whole body, large and hairy, bent over me, and he gave me a huge, wet kiss, with the scent and the aroma of my sperm on him. I was not allowed to shower, as the shower was too dirty and he didn’t want me to go to the neighbour’s shower next door. I dressed up and thanked him for the experience. However, as I was made of my surroundings once again, I could see that he had changed his attention to a blow-up doll, something I didn’t know what was for at the time, his erect cock sliding in and out of the rear opening of it. He simply said, “see you soon” with a grim on his face. I, mesmerised with the sight, left the place, not knowing how my life had changed after meeting him.
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So here I was just turned eighteen and been kicked out of home with just the clothes on my back and twenty pound in my pocket, what was I to do? Sitting alone in the park feeling sorry for myself I suddenly realise I needed a pee. I got to the public men’s loo’s walked in and sit in one of the cubicles being bored I started to read the gay graffiti on the walls which caused my seven inch cock to swell. One note caught my attention it simply read “gay model for us and make good money” there was a mobile number. Once I left the loo’s I quickly rung the number before I could get nervous, a guy answered I said hi and told him I’d seen the ad in the loo’s, he seemed really nice asked me about myself I told him I was eighteen 5ft 6 130 pounds and really needed the money, he said cool and gave me an address and directions and said come over as soon as I liked. What was I to do! I started making my way to the address given, once there I knocked on the door and I was pleasantly surprised when the door opened and a well dressed man appeared, probably late thirty’s but really fit looking he introduced himself as Tony and I shook his hand, come in I’ll fix you a drink. Once in this apartment he came back with a beer and told me about the modelling conditions, I was to be photographed and would be paid a small sum for that but the big money was dependant on how far I was prepared to go. Tony presented me with a form which listed out how much I would be paid for each sexual item or I could sign the waiver and be paid a thousand pounds. I should have thought about it what the fuck I signed the waiver and gave it back to Tony, his eyes lit up saying very good. Tony took me hand and led me to the shower room and asked me to have a shower and clean myself out, he gave me a towel and told me to leave me clothe in the bin for washing and to join him when I was done. After my shower I came back out and found Tony, he looked me up and down and said very nice. Tony took me to his studio and told me to stand so he could take some pictures as he did he gave me instructions to slowly remove the towel I did as he said I was really getting into this as the camera continued to flash, when naked he had me squat and pull me butt cheeks apart exposing my hairless virgin cherry. Good said Tony as he put the camera down, he then led me to a cross on the wall and fixed my arms and legs in position, damn I was so hard, Tony said I was now going to be shaved and oiled from head to toe. Tony took a set of clippers and shaved me head to a number one crop, then removed my under arm hair and he started shaving off my pubic hair. Then he wet shaved my arms, legs and cock and balls. Then he was satisfied he stood back to admire his work, damn he said you look so good. Quickly he started oiling me from head to toe and started taking more pictures. You look great Tony said as he unstrapped me from the cross. Ok now you’re ready for the main event as he strapped me to a bench laying on my stomach I was fully exposed as he tied my legs apart and stretched them to open my butt crack wide. I was surprised when he left the room and said he would be back shortly, when he returned there was a second voice he was introduced as Master Maurice a bull of a black man, Maurice is the stud who will be the top in the BDSM video I didn’t really understand but was in no position to argue. Master Maurice stripped in front of me damn he was hung his cock was 10 inches hanging matched only by his balls which where enormous Master M then pulled my head back and ordered me to open my throat as I complied the head of his big black meat pushed into my mouth, good boy as he pushed more inside me, I could hardly breath as more of his cock pushed down my throat, soon he was hard and trusting deep into me his big black balls slapping my chin, good boy he said again, you like that poz cock in your throat don’t you boy he said as he pulled in out I nodded, good boy, I will feel even better in your virgin hole as I unload my toxic cum deep into your bowels he said. Damn what the fuck had I gotten into as Master M moved round and slapped the cheeks of my butt, next I felt his tongue licking at my pink cherry damn I was in pig heaven as he stopped replacing his tongue with his huge mushroom headed cock dipping pre cum on my virgin hole, he kept on spitting on my hole lubing it up good, I could feel his cock pushing hard at entrance to my hole, soon enough the head broke through my cherry ring and I could feel a burning sensation. Master M was considerate he held his cock in position so I could adjust before slipping inch after inch into my hole, he would push in hold, then push more in, soon enough I thought he had bottomed out as I could not take anymore, damn I was wrong he was hard up against my inner ring, Master M then said hold on boy this is going to hurt he pulled back and then punched through my inner ring, I screamed my lungs out as his big black meat pushed right up into my bowels, I was his now as his heavy balls rested on my butt. Good boy he said again and again as he started to fuck me slowly at first and then with power and pace opening up my hole stretching me out. Master M then paused and pulled out both he and Tony then flipped me on my back and tied me back up, it was only then I truly could see Master M in all his glory his cock must have been a foot long, that’s when something strange happened I said “I want more, please breed me Sir” damn Master M’s heavy cock then just hammered straight back in my hole no stopping this time as his balls where smashing against my butt he power fucked me and I could tell he was getting close as his cock grow ever harder the head swelling in my destroyed hole “give it to me Sir” I shouted that sent Master M into overdrive the cum pushing up his cock pausing at his head and then shooting volley after volley deep in my bowels. When he finally pulled out Tony said scene 1 cut. I was virgin no more. Tony said next scene chem’s and bdsm pain… As Master M’s cum was pouring out of my wrecked hole it was then that Tony told me that the waiver I had signed made me his property an owned slave and I was to be his personal toxic cum dump. Part 2 Pain and torture to cum, if you want?
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Hello all. I am a virgin. I would love to have my cheery popped. I would love to be bound and tied as my hole is opened. I would love to find someone in my local area that would want to help me with this. I have almost no limits as of right now.
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Admittedly what I'm about to post is extremely tame for people here but whatever, this is my lame long story. Last year while jacking off I decided to post an ad on manhunt or adam4adam (I forget which) after repressing gay thoughts for quite a long time. In reality I was just fishing for compliments from guys with no real intent to ever meet anyone but one guy was really pushing me to meet up, practically harassing me. I was way too nervous to say yes, hell, I'd never even been with a girl who I wasn't dating for a long time. But my libido got the best of me and I ended up caving. I gave him my location and he said he would pick me up but told me to make sure my asshole was clean because he was intent on eating it. He brought me back to his hotel room, he said he was from out of state. He was an older guy. I was 27 and he was easily late 40s early 50s, kind of overweight and had a decent beard. He was my type totally. Once inside his room he asks me if I've ever done anything like this before and I said no. He said we'll go slow at my pace and asked if I was okay with kissing. I was down for it so we start making out standing up. It didn't take long before he was pulling both his and my clothes off. He laid me onto my stomach on the bed. Told me to spread my legs.. further.. further still and then he was really going at it eating my ass. It wasn't just hot it was actually totally relaxing. I had never experienced anything quite as good as that. After some time he climbs up the bed further and his cock was pressing gently against my asshole. We didn't have any condoms (yeah yeah I know, but I'm a pussy and really afraid of getting an STD sorta) or lube. He understood and showed restraint and I decided that I should show him I was grateful so I gave my first blowjob. I'll freely admit I did a bad job. His cock wasn't very long but was definitely pretty thick and my mouth was not prepared for that. I did what I could and tried to use my hand but with an emphasis on using my tongue. Tried really showing love to frenulum. Pretty soon he came in my mouth and I swallowed it all. We laid together for a little while and made some small talk and then he drove me home. I had a good time and while I'm not sure if I'll ever do anything like it again I definitely look back on the time I sucked a strangers dick fondly.
