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My Playroom—August, 2024 As August wound down, Kieran and I finally found a date for him to come to the playroom—one that worked for both of us. We had made numerous attempts, but our schedules had never aligned—or when they did, he had needed to cancel as family matters arose. Now, he was headed my way on this Wednesday afternoon. It had only been four days since I’d given Osvaldo all of my cum and piss, but, with my increased work schedule, the stress of it went right to my balls, making them ache for release… Kieran comes in the door, right at noon. He is in a jovial mood. “I really need your cock,” he tells me as we go down to the playroom. I have not bothered to get dressed today. I had just added my jock and boots to my bathrobe before he knocked on the door. Kieran strips and tosses his clothes on the chair. “Now let me suck that big thing.” He sits, fully naked, on the edge of the single bed. He’s a big man, but his farm work helps keep him in shape. I walk over after hanging my robe on the doorknob. My cock is mounding in the stained and aromatic jock. Kieran reaches for my hips and pulls me closer, nuzzling the jock. He seems to appreciate the aroma of sex emanating from it. He pulls it aside and my cock dangles inches from his face. It continues to harden, slapping his chin as it erects. He takes me into his mouth with a slight moan at the back of his throat. He really is an expert cocksucker. He has told me he sucked dick as a young man but stopped for a long time after his marriage. But the need for cock in his mouth never went away—and he eventually found men on the sly who needed his skills. His tongue moves continually. It feels thicker than some—making moves like the constant probing of my piss slit feel even better. I am precumming like crazy. I can feel it ooze out of me. Kieran is hungry. He swallows every drop or, occasionally, swirls it all over my cockhead. Suddenly, he goes for depth. He takes me to the hilt, making himself gag on purpose. He pulls off me so I can see the long strands of deepthroat spit connecting us. His finger twirls them around my dick before he takes me back into his mouth. He sucks the head and uses his tongue to clean the shaft of all the excess juice before he does it again. And then once more. “Lay down on the bed so I can get your balls.” He doesn’t have to ask twice. I lie down, propped up slightly with the pillows. He just has room to kneel between my splayed legs. That thick tongue is all over my big balls. Kieran leaves trails of spittle of them—simply so he can come back and lick them all up. He gently sucks one and then the other into his mouth. He is careful not to do both together. He lifts them and licks my cock ring and the skin below it. He moves slightly down my perineum and back up again. He suckles each ball once more, before once again taking my dripping shaft down his throat. He finally comes up for air. But just for a moment. He can’t stop sucking me. And I’m not going to tell him to stop. “My ass is hungry for this dick, too.” I suggest the sling as I know being on his knees, even with the padding of the fuck bench, is harder for him. I remember to attach one of the sets of chains to the middle of top frame, to give Kieran something to hang onto as he rolls back onto the sling. It’s high for my leg height—and he is a shorter man, so it’s awkward. He gets his legs on the chains and forgoes the stirrups. I go to my knees and eat his thick ass. I have to pull his cheeks apart to get my tongue on his ruined hole. He uses toys on himself—and rarely gets the real thing. I lick him for a bit—surprisingly more for my pleasure than his—before I stand up and slide in. Kieran groans. His eyes connect with the mirror. He watches my slow fuck into his ass. “Damn, that feels good.” He groans again as I increase the speed. “So damn tired of toys…” Now, he closes his eyes. I can see the pleasure on his face. It registers each stroke of my dick. Over and over. I pull out. I kneel and eat his hole again. He moans this time. Maybe my dick has woken up those nerve endings. “Fuck me some more.” I stand up and push in. Again, he watches the fuck. “I want you to load my ass.” Amazingly, I find I could give him my cum fairly quickly. I consider: I know he’s not crazy about my rimming him. He has said in the past he doesn’t want any of my toys. We can’t switch positions, comfortably, to the fuck bench…Why not shoot? I pick up the pace. “I’m gonna cum in you.” “Fuck, yes!” I begin to pant. “Your mouth got me really hot.” That is certainly the truth. “Give it to me, then…” I close my eyes as I keep pumping. I can’t believe I’m shooting this fast, but suddenly I am. I fire off a volley or five or six shots of jizz. I grab the top of the sling frame and hold on, closing my eyes. His ass squeezes down on my cock, milking out the final drop. Eventually, I return to reality and pull out. I grab a towel and wipe him down. “Do you want to get off?” He considers. “Not today. I just want to feel your cum inside me for a while….” He dresses and leaves—full of my load. I can’t quite believe that I shot so fast, but I am more than ready to make lunch… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Kieran Does the Unexpected September 14, 2024

This is my first attempt at writing a story here, please feel free to offer suggestions / criticisms. Also I will be posting a link to an audio version of this story. Special thanks to @pupHawaii for posting a pic that inspired me to create this story, I hope you enjoy. Part 1 of 4 Hi my name is Dietrich Bindel and this is my # it gets better story. Wednesday October 5th 2:36pm It all started in the third grade (1983), at Ronkakama elementary, I was a dorky blond kid who always had to wear glasses. Ever since I saw Star Wars I was hooked on anything technology. I was the kid that got excited about going to a radio shack just to buy a bag of resisters. I know not your normal kid growing up in the 80's, but hey that's me. Anyway one day in October while in the school library I was reading a book on how HAM radio's worked. I was enveloped in my own world and then Christian Baddula and his friends said "look at that dork, reading a book like a fag" then what seemed out of nowhere Christian slapped the book away from me falling to the ground. He picks it up and says what is this dork, you some kind of a smart guy or something, and then spits in my face. The librarian rushes over and immediately separates us. He gives me the side eye while his friends laugh and snicker at me, then as instructed they walk away. The bell rings and it's 3:00 pm, so I grab my napsack and make my way to the front of the school. I look around but i don't see the station wagon, Ughh mom's late again. Then someone shoves me to the ground. All I can hear is Christian and his friends laughing at me. He kicks me several times in the face until I start crying, I yell "stop it, stop it" while trying to shield myself. He and his friends taunt me by repeating what I said, in the way that boys do to insult you. Stop being a little bitch you fucking cry baby. Fortunately Mrs. Sinnowitz comes over and drags us all to the principals office. At least the kicking is over with. The principal says, I already heard what happened in the library, you're not in any trouble but I will need to speak to your parents. A short time passes until my mom comes into the school office and sees me. I'm a little beat up, holding a napkin to my face trying to stop a bleeding lip. She walks into the principal's office, slams the door and all I hear is a pure furry of words which were never spoken by her church lips before or since. She walks out, grabs my hand and says come on, we're going home. My dad comes home just in time for dinner, we sit down at the table and he says, so you had a fight today huh kiddo. I told him what happened, the entire story. He puts his hand on my face and notices my lip, then looks at my mom and says you're right, he's not going back there. Not having a clue, my father already enrolled me into a science and math academy, and said you will never go back to that school again. Relieved, but I will never forget what Christian did to me, never. Part 2 Friday December 19th 1997 (winter break) I was home for the holidays from my job at Time Warner Cable, being a city boy now, it's nice to come back to the island for some home cooking and family time. Anyway two of my friends invited me to join them at this record release party being hosted by WDRE's Malibu Sue at the Dublin Pub, a few towns away. I'm assured it'll be a blast. I tell them I might meet up with a guy, so maybe later. Anyway the guy I planned to meet up with flakes out so I call Arthur, he says he and his boyfriend Harry met this hot jock boy named Christian and some fun was about to be had. So I head over, boy this place is jumping tonight, parking is tough. I walk in and see the boys and him, no fucking way it's him. I text Arthur and ask, is that the boy you were talking about. He replies yeah, why? I say, don't mention me at all, but get him good and drunk. I owe him some payback. He replies with a 😁. After a little while I notice they're all talking and hitting the bar pretty hard, but hey my guys are Irish so it's all good. After a few more rounds of shots, Christian was definitely ready to be more honest about his desires. You could almost smell the lust on him as his eyes kept scanning the two up and down with a growing hunger. So Arthur said hey, it's getting a little stuffy in here, you wanna get some fresh air? Of course Christian was thinking along similar lines. The three made their way outside and over to the boys Grand Jeep Cherokee parked in the back of the lot. Arthur opened up the tailgate and sat down with his legs spread. He then grabs Christians ass while pulling him in for a kiss, the boy is all too happy to go along with this. The two start to make out with Harry joining in the petting and kissing. Harry begins to unzip Arthur's pants and pulls out his boyfriend's 7.5x5 cock, then grabs Christians left hand and places it on Arthur's fuck-stick. Christians eyes open wider and the frenzy of excitement grows. Arthur stops kissing and says go ahead, he won't mind. Just as he goes down on Arthur. Harry pulls his 7x6 uncut cock out, smacking Christians left cheek while sliding his finger under his pants to that sweet jock hole. Harry could feel the warmth and now knows this boy is HUNGRY. Harry looks over at his boyfriend and gives him a filthy grin. Overwhelmed with sensations Christian switches cocks to enjoy the bounty offered. Arthur whispers, do you like to get fucked boy, hearing only a uh-huh from his stuffed mouth; good, as he unbuttoned Christians pants. Harry takes his cock out of his mouth and puts the boys face back on Arthur's fuck-stick. Harry moves to Christian's rear and then pulls his pants down, kicks his legs apart, then gets on his knees and begins to eat his hole out. A slight gasp and then the whimpers begin to roll from his cock stuff mouth, all while being slightly guided to go up and down on Arthur's shaft. After a little while Arthur asks the boy, you want my boyfriend's cock, again a solid reply of uh-huh. Harry gets up and slaps his cock on his hole while delivering a healthy amount of spit and says "you want it boy, then back that ass on it". Slowly self impaling himself enjoying every inch on offer, all while gaging on the larger fuck-stick lodged in his throat. Harry then grabs the boys ass on the sides and takes control. The boy begins moaning uncontrollably. He starts to mumble; fuck me, fuck me harder. The couple is getting more excited by this boy's hunger. They eagerly start using his holes as a self serve cock service station and this is where i make my entrance. I slowly walk up unzipping my pants grabbing at my 8.5x6.5 cut cock, watching the two as if each stroke of my cock was a clap to their performance. A few moments later Harry busts his nut inside of him by grunting and doing his final thrust digging inside to make sure his seed was properly implanted. Harry looks at me and says "your turn bro". Christian so enveloped in being a spit roasted fuck slut didn't even realize he's been bred, nor that anyone else was there. Once I put my cock in him he knows this isn't Harry anymore and he doesn't seem to care either, he's too hungry. I take Christian's right hand and use his forearm as a handle for a proper mounting. I slowly push my beer-can cock inside of him, feeling the warmth of his hole and the slurry of Harry's cum and spit. Slowly each bit fills and stretches him offering a challenge of pleasure and pain in ways he never realized possible. His moaning tells me he's never had a cock like mine before. As I start to breach his second ring he tries to lift his head off Arthur's cock but is quickly forced back down on it and then given a gentle slap and told to finish what you've started. I put all 8.5 inches in him hearing a deep and deafening moan. My friends made the same sound for me many times before which only made them hornier knowing his pleasure. I began slow at first then incrementally picking up the pace of the rhythm until I was at a house music beat. His moans quickly became uncontrollable cries, but I couldn't care less, I was here to take my piece out of this faggot. A small crowd begins to form around us looking on in shock and amusement. Arthur grabs the boy's head pushing it all the way down his shaft making him choke flem as he blows his load down his gagging throat. Leaving his cock in there to make sure every drop is properly delivered. Arthur says good boy, then releases the boy's head which makes his moans louder without the cock gag. Drooling flem and cum, he says fuck me, fuck me, fuck my hole out sir, i slap his ass with my left hand repeatedly and say "you love this dick faggot?" He replies my hole is yours sir, just keep fuuuucking meeeeeeee. With his left hand on Arthur's thighs, his head off to the side he murmurs out I love your cock sir, I love your cock sir, fuuuuuck meeeee iiiiii'm gonnaaa cummmm. Christian blows his load all over the trailer hitch, but I'm not finished yet. I keep my action going strong, mercilessly pounding him as his moans of pleasure quickly become yelps of pain until my final push releasing myself inside of him. Keeping my cock firmly inside of him saying take my load faggot. His legs shake uncontrollably otherwise restrained until every drop is drained from my balls, completing my insemination. Then I released his forearm and say, you loved that dick didn't you Christian Baddula of 23 Pond road Ronkakama NY, 11779. He looks back at me completely depleted from being fucked out and of bewilderment. I say you don't remember me, do you (as I zip up). Remember that kid you beat up in the third grade, he just fucked your jock ass stupid in front of all of these people. Now who's the faggot as I spit in his face and throw him to the ground. Mr tough guy huh, I tuck my shirt in and walk back inside the bar for another drink. My friends laughing at what I had just done; they close the tailgate and join me back inside. The crowd starts to dissipate leaving him there on the ground with his pants around his ankles, his mouth and ass leaking our cum and a new pain that he secretly loves. Christian now humiliated, vulnerable, and properly violated. Barely able to move, inches his cum and mud drenched pants back on and stumbles into the bar. He sees us standing at one of the side tables kicking back some beers like warriors celebrating after a glorious battle. He looks right at me and says, I'm so sorry for what I did to you back then, I was a real jerk. He drops to his knees, looks right into my eyes and says I will do anything to be your bitch sir. Looking pathetic and desperate for my approval, he grabs my thighs with both hands and with a half breath says....please. With a stern face I motion for him to get up and tell him to get us some beers. All too happy to obey like a faithful servant, he walks over to the bartender. You can see the filth all over him. He couldn't care less, for he found something he didn't know was possible and definitely knew he needed in his life.

So as a bottom I know what it feels like when a guy goes thru my second ring. The pain of it getting pummeled till it opens and then the rush of being able to get long dicked forever (or until my second ring decides to close and start over again). Or having a load shot past it, a load that never comes back out. Being a small guy tho (4.5-5”) I have no idea what the second ring feels like from a tops perspective. Can you feel it? What does it feel like? Do you enjoy going past a bottoms second ring?

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Near Home—July, 2023 The bookstore I go to so frequently has many regulars. They seem set in their habits, too. If you go on, say, a Wednesday afternoon, you can be fairly sure you will know a handful of men from the previous Wednesday. We are creatures of habit after all. So, mid-month, I decided to go at a different time and day. And I found an entirely new collection of men… I sit by the wall in the straight theatre. There is a blow job being given from the man in the cocksucker’s seat against the back wall. Two other men are standing against the wall, stroking and watching it happen. Across the aisle from me is a very old man. He looks up at the screen and kneads his trousers. I take out my cock and stroke. The door opens and an Asian man comes in. He is likely in his mid-thirties and beginning to thicken up around his waist. He stands at the back for a moment, looking at the blow job still in progress. He smiles and takes out his cock. In just a few strokes, he notices me looking at him. He walks towards me, obviously wanting some head. He removes his hand. His cock is not large, but it is pointing straight up at a very sharp angle. I take it in my hand and try to pull it down so it’s an easier glide into my mouth. Instead, I have to hunch forward at an odd angle to take him. He groans the moment my mouth sucks him in. He grabs my ears and begins thrusting. His cock keeps hitting the roof of my mouth. I try to squirm around to help him get into my throat, but it’s all over before I can do it. He floods my mouth with cum. He holds me in place as I swallow; his cock deflates while still in me. He grins—and then adds: “Next time you can fuck me” before he goes out the door. A very young man, one of the watchers on the back wall, comes down to the older gentleman across from me. He finds the man’s footed cane, gives it to him and helps him stand. You can tell he must be a caregiver from the practiced way he gets the older man on his feet. With the cane on one side and the young man on the other, they slowly make their way out the door. I watch the movie. The cocksucking behind me comes to a noisy conclusion. I give them mental points for never stopping, even with all the traffic in the room. I decide to go next door. I shove myself into my pants and go out. The gay theatre is active, too. It takes me a moment to realize that the old man is sitting next to his young caregiver on the far wall. The caregiver is sucking a tall, lanky man—who is totally naked. The old man is fondling the very hard cock of a man who looks like a trucker. I lean against their wall and watch. The trucker, realizing the old guy isn’t going to suck him, leaves. I watch the care giver’s hand graze against the naked butt of the guy he’s sucking. This gets a vocal reaction. I move around and take my dick out. I let the old man hold it and occasionally give it a slight squeeze. The caregiver is not getting his naked man very hard—and I am sure that the naked guy doesn’t want head, but a good fucking. “This one,” says the old man. The caregiver looks at me and takes me into his mouth instead. He seems incredibly inexperienced at doing it. The old man watches my dick go into the caregiver’s mouth. But just as suddenly he touches the caregiver’s thigh, who stops sucking and quickly helps the old man up and out the door. I look at the naked man. “Now that’s a relationship you don’t see every day…” He grunts and says “Fuck me?” I stand up, turn him to lean against the side wall and go to my knees. He groans as my tongue hits his tight pucker. Now that my tongue is in him and I am spreading his butt cheeks apart with both hands, I realize this guy is a shade older than I first thought. He’s likely pushing 40 and in great shape. I eat and lube myself up. I stand. He’s too tight. I go back to my knees and work harder. I try again. Not happening. I kneel and use my fingers this time. One is great. Two feels like work for a moment. And then I know I can get to three—the thickness of my cock. I do. The guy is jerking his semi hard and moaning. This time I stand up and insert my cock. He gasps. I wait. “I’m ready. Fuck me hard, but don’t cum in me.” Now he tells me. I fuck with him standing, his two hands planted against the wall. I fuck him bent over the back of the chair. A man, around my age, with a massive wedding band, comes in and sits in the cocksucker’s chair, his eyes riveted to us. I nod to him and keep fucking. The new guy pulls out his dick. “I think you’re gonna make me cum,” groans the tall guy. I fuck harder. “Pull out so I can shoot.” I pull out, go to my knees and take his cock in my mouth just as he begins to spurt. He groans and gives me my second sizable load of the afternoon. “Do that to me,” says married dad. I don’t bother to get up. I just crawl over to him. His fat dick shoots the moment he’s in my mouth. Both men leave. I sit and stroke to the porn, but no one comes in. I hear the door next door open and the scraping of one of the metal chairs being moved next door. I do myself up and go investigates. It’s a middle aged Mexican. He is in the cocksucker’s chair. I open my fly and offer him my dick. He shakes his head. “I was hoping you’d do me.” I shrug. He gets up and I take his seat. His cock is small. The foreskin seems longer than his dick. I take him into my mouth and my tongue works all that skin back. “I cum easy,” he whispers. And he does. And it is my fourth massive load down my throat. I stroke, now alone in the straight theatre. The door opens. A young Black man comes in, likely 30+ rather tall and lean. He looks at me. He looks at my dick and motions to the seat next to me. “Do you mind?” I smile and he sits. He opens his fly. It is a big nine-inch cock. And, though very hard, it is curved and pointing down. He nods and looks at the screen. We both stroke. Minutes pass. His right hand eventually touches my cock. I do the same to his with my left. I look at him as we stroke. “Do you want some head?” “That would be nice. Guys don’t suck my dick very often.” I get down to suck. I have to pull his dick up slightly to get it in my mouth. He grunts and stands up. Now the angle is perfect. It’s long but thin. It snakes down my throat with ease. “Holy shit!” he murmurs as my tongue gets busy. All too soon he grabs my head. “Here it is….!” His dick explodes, giving me a fifth massive load of cum… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Pointing Up and Pointing Down (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) August 15, 2023

When Debra, an ex-girlfriend who is a professional photographer, asked me to model for an erotic photography shoot, I agreed without telling my wife. Debra explained it would be a gay scene. I told her I was a little uncomfortable about the whole thing, but she promised my face wouldn’t be shown and the sex would be simulated. Sire, I had often fantasized about doing it with another guy but I was happily married and had enjoyed a completely straight sex life. Besides, the modeling fee was good, and we needed the money since I had just started graduate school. I showed up at Debra’s apartment and met Mark, the other model. She had told me he was openly gay. He was extremely good looking and well built. I noticed he had a very sexy rope tatoo around his thick bicep. When I took off my clothes, I was thinking about how it would feel to have Mark’s strong hands touching me, and I got quite hard. Debra smiled when she saw my erection, saying it would add to the realism. Mark was hard, too, and I saw that his cock was longer and thicker than mine. Debra said she wanted us to wear some props. She gave Mark a leather biker cap and studded leather wrist bands; she gave me a rainbow pride ring and snapped a leather dog collar around my neck. “There, Andy,” she said, “now you really look like a bottom.” I blushed beet red. Then she handed each of us a studded leather cock ring. “This will help you stay hard, sweetie,” she said. I remembered that she used to call me that when we were dating. Mark stood very close to me. Debra instructed us to hold each other’s cock. I had never touched another man’s penis before. His grew even harder in my hand, a sensation I found strangely pleasurable. He closed his eyes and smiled, and I heard him grown softly. He started to stroke my dick, gently but firmly. I felt myself trembling with excitement. I was surprised at how aroused I felt. “OK, guys, let’s get started. Mark, I want some shots of you sucking Andy’s cock. I’ll be behind you.” Mark got on my knees and proceeded to give me an amazing blow job – much better than anything my wife could do. I heard Debra’s camera clicking away. She moved around to the side and came closer. Mark’s face would be clear in these photos, but he didn’t seem to care. “Your turn, Andy.” When she saw me hesitate, she said I should just fake it because she would be behind me. She told me to run my hands up Mark’s well-sculpted abs so she could capture my pride ring. I was just inches from Mark’s hairy crotch. Debra came to the side, holding the camera very close. “Sweetie, do me a favor and just kiss the tip of Mark’s dick, OK?” I don’t know whether it was Mark’s delicious manly aroma or my desire to please Debra, but I did as she said. Then, without her saying a word, I opened my mouth and began to lick the head of his dick. “Oh my god, that’s perfect!” Debra exclaimed, taking more photos. I tasted Mark’s precum and found I really liked it. As Debra encouraged me, I slowly took more of his cock into my mouth until I felt him hit the back of my throat and gagged. “That’s OK, sweetie,” she said. “I used to gag, too. It takes practice. You’ll learn.” I wasn’t sure what she meant. Next we moved from Debra’s living room into her bedroom. At Debra’s direction, Mark and I lay down on her bed, with me on the bottom. As Debra coached us for her photos, I felt Mark’s cock rub against mine. “That’s great,” she said. “Very realistic.” I started to breathe faster. I even moaned a little. Mark said that made it easier for him to stay hard. When he kissed me, I didn’t try to stop him. In fact, I opened my mouth and nobbled on his tongue. Debra kept taking pictures and telling us what a great job we were doing. Next Debra said she wanted some shots of Mark licking my ass. I got on my knees and I felt Mark’s strong hands spread my ass cheeks. His tongue quickly found my puckered hole. He started on the outside, then I felt his tongue probing my opening. I felt little electric charges radiating from my ass through my entire body. Debra leaned in to get close-up shots. I clutched the pillow and moaned with pleasure. Debra told me to lie on my belly and instructed Mark to lie on my back. I spread my legs apart. I felt his cock rubbing between my ass cheeks, and the sticky moisture of his precum. Suddenly the room seemed very warm. I was panting hard now. I thought about my wife and was really glad I hadn’t told her about the whole thing. “Listen, guys,” Debra said. “This just won’t do for the close-ups. It isn’t convincing. I need you to try just a little actual penetration. Please. I really the shot. Mark, here’s some lube.” Then, to me, “Sweetie, just relax a bit and soon I’ll have what I need.” I nodded; my mouth was too dry to speak. I didn’t know what was happening but I knew I wanted to feel Mark inside me. He put some lube on his finger and worked it into my ass. He was very gentle. I felt a warm sensation and my body trembled. Then he put some lube on the head of his cock. He asked Debra if he should use a rubber but she said the photos would sell for a lot more without it. “Andy, is that OK with you?” he asked. “I guess so,” I answered meekly, without thinking. Then Mark placed the tip of his cock against my butt hole. It stung and I tried to pull away. Debra leaned close, put her hand on mine, and said softly but firmly, “You can do this for me, sweetie.” Mark leaned forward and licked my ear, then told me to kiss him. I did as he said, and our tongues danced together. It was intense and suddenly my back passage opened to him. My body seemed to be responding without my will. I heard myself moan loudly. The warmth and fullness were exquisite, unlike anything I had ever felt before during straight sex. “You like this,” Mark said. I nodded. He went deeper, then deeper still until I felt his public hairs against my butt cheeks. High-pitched, girlish “ah!” sounds came from my mouth. Debra kept snapping pictures. Soon Mark was thrusting in and out. He was grunting and calling me obscene names like “cunt” and “faggot.” I loved how excited he was. “I’m taking your manhood, Andy,” he said, a note of triumph in his voice. He pulled my face to the side and kissed me forcefully. I opened my mouth and let his tongue explore mine. I kept kissing him as I felt him explode inside me. “And now I just bred you and made you my bitch,” he grunted in my ear. It sounded so masculine and sexy when he said this. And then I felt an odd orgasm, tingling throughout my body, and a little cum oozed from my cock. My whole body quivered. It wasn’t like a regular male orgasm at all. Debra was delighted. “That was amazing, boys!” she exclaimed. “I never realized how hot two guys together could be.” As we lay there, breathing hard, our bodies covered with sweat, Mark whispered in my ear, “I would love to see you again.” I said yes without hesitation. Then we kissed, more tenderly. Debra looked at me and said, “Sweetie, I think you may be a fag. And now you even have a boyfriend.” I did not reply. I just lay there. I was too confused. I thought I loved my wife, but this was the best sex I’ve ever experienced. Debra may be right. My wife still doesn’t know about the photos.

I was talking to someone I'm close to and the topic of anal sex came up. They asked me to explain how it feels to be horny for dick and where it comes from. At first I thought, "Well that's easy" and started talking about it, but then I realized that it wasn't as simple as I thought because it's different for different guys. Some people enjoying being a bottom because they crave the loads. Others get off on pleasing other men and having men use their asses for their own pleasure. Then there are guys like me who crave intercourse and get cranky if I haven't had a good lay because it feels good. I guess what I'm wondering is, do the bottoms who enjoy being cum dumps or being a hole for men to get off in also crave the intercourse? And if so, how would you describe the urge? For me, there's a strong tremble that I feel along the walls of my asshole and down my legs that can only be controlled by a hard dick stroking me out until I'm satisfied. When I get that way, I don't really think about the load or the top's orgasm, except for hoping that it won't happen prematurely. I'm interested in hearing about the arousal and sensations that other bottoms experience in their bodies when they're craving sex. Is it a physical sensation for you? Or is it purely mental? If it's physical, can you describe it? If it's mental, do you also feel physical pleasure from getting fucked? Or does your pleasure even matter to you?

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For some gay men, bug chasing is a long, slow process. Not for me. My recent divorce happened suddenly. One day, out of the blue, my wife of twenty years and mother of our two teenage kids asked me if I was gay. I could have lied and made it work a little longer. But our sex life had largely stopped. So I told her the truth – that I found myself increasingly attracted to other men. And that was it. She told me I had to start being who I was and our marriage was over. I was still sorting out my life when Debra, an ex-girlfriend from college, invited me to meet her at her office for lunch. I felt she was someone I could talk to about what happened. As we prepared to go to the restaurant, she introduced me to her co-worker, Dave. I knew immediately that he was gay. He was also tall, very well built, and exceptionally handsome. When he shook my hand, he held it for an unusually long time and looked intensely at me. I held his gaze. Something electric shot through me. Debra teased me about it over lunch. Although I had told her about my divorce, I hadn’t recounted the conversation with my former wife about my sexual identity. For all my old flame knew, I was straight. That afternoon Debra called me and said, “I feel awkward about telling you this, but Dave would like to ask you out on a date.” My heart skipped a beat. I replied that I would like to go out with him, too. “Andy, you do know he’s gay, right?” And that’s when I told her about why my marriage had ended so abruptly. Then she warned me, “You should also know he’s HIV-positive and not on medication.” This I hadn’t expected, but I knew about condoms and safe sex and told her so. “You need to be careful,” she cautioned. A few minutes later, Dave called me and asked me to dinner the next evening. I could hardly think straight (no pun intended, LOL). I found myself fantasizing about being fucked by Dave; in all my gay dreams, awake or asleep, I am the bottom. I must have jerked off a half dozen times over the next day. I also began to imagine him barebacking me, leading to especially intense orgasms. I made sure to douche before our date. Dinner was very romantic. He held my hand and we flirted. It seemed so natural to be part of a gay couple! When he invited me to his apartment, I immediately said yes. We walked the six blocks back to his place holding hands. We even stopped to kiss passionately on the sidewalk, the first time I had ever kissed another man. It felt so right – and really hot, too. At his apartment we made out on the couch for a while before he suggested we adjourn to the bedroom. There we helped each other out of our clothes. He embraced me in his strong arms. He was much bigger and more muscular than me, and I loved his masculine strength. Then I noticed something curious by the side of the bed, next to a tube of lube. There was a woman’s wristwatch, with a thin black leather band and a small round face, and a diamond solitaire engagement ring like the one I had given to my ex-wife when I had proposed many years ago. “What are these?” I asked, holding them up. “Debra told you I’m HIV-positive, right?” I nodded. “Well, when I’m with a guy who is negative but ready to convert, I invite him to wear this jewelry when we make love. They are both very feminine. They symbolize our commitment to share something forever, because I am going to impregnate him with my toxic seed. It is a gift he will always treasure.” I put on the watch and ring. I felt an odd tingle and I shivered. I felt very effeminate. Somehow, that seemed very natural in the moment. I looked into Dave’s beautiful blue eyes. “They are very pretty,” I said, with a lisp. “Don’t you think so?” I moved my hands in a girlish, limp-wristed gesture. Dave held me close in his arms. “Are you sure about this, Andy?” “I think so. I want to experience man sex without restraint. To me, this is part of what it means to be gay.” At that moment, I was too turned on, too overcome with sheer desire, to worry about the long-term consequences of what I was doing. Dave told me to lie down on the bed on my belly. He moved behind me, spread my ass cheeks, and began to rim my hole. My body quivered with the sensation of his warm, wet tongue teasing and then entering my puckered boi cunt. My own dick was rock hard, grinding into the sheet. After a few minutes he reached for the lube and began to finger me. When he slipped his forefinger inside me, he wasn’t gentle. I knew he was scratching me so I would start to bleed and be more vulnerable to his toxic seed. I did not object. In fact, I was moaning with pleasure and anticipation. Then I felt Dave’s weight pressing down on my back. “Last chance, Andy,” he whispered into my ear. “I’m going to fuck you now. Tell me if you want me to use a rubber. Once I’m inside you, it’s all over for you. I won’t be able to stop myself. When I cum, my poison seed will take over your body.” For a long moment, I said nothing. My mind was a blur. But my desire overpowered my reason. “Take me, Dave. I want your seed inside me.” He lifted himself to his knees. As I gripped the pillow, I felt the tip of his bare cock pressing against my hole. As he increased the pressure, I felt an intense burning sensation and then, when the tip split me and my sphincter resisted, a sharp pain. “Relax and breathe, Andy, you can do this,” he coaxed. I nodded and pushed back against him. Slurp! I felt my ass open to accept his fuck tool. The sensation was intense, heat, pain, and then just an amazing pleasure. I thought, I’m being fucked by another man. This is amazing. I’m a real faggot now. I gasped and moaned, “Oh, god, yes. Yes.” And I kept repeating it as Dave began to thrust in and out, going deeper and deeper until I felt his balls against my butt cheeks. Next he pressed his weight on my back again, his cock buried entirely in my boi cunt. He wrapped his arms under my shoulders and gripped them. I turned my head to kiss him. It was so hot! Then he said, “Are you ready?” I murmured “Breed me, Dave.” He began to pound my ass, which was full and warm. I had never felt anything so intense. He was grunting, completely intent on his own pleasure, and his sweat dripped onto my neck. Finally, there was a pause, he exhaled loudly, and his cock pistoned rapidly inside me, jets of cum shooting into my ass. I could feel the warmth and wetness. Dave lay panting on my back. He let go of my shoulders and his fingers interlaced with mine. I looked again at the watch and diamond ring, which sparkled in the light of the lamp beside the bed. I thought, my man lover just bred me. I’m his bitch, It feels incredible. I turned my head and he kissed me tenderly. I opened my mouth to welcome his tongue. Soon we dozed off. At some point, his cock softened and slipped out. But we didn’t sleep for very long, then or later. Dave wanted me again and I wanted to be taken again. I rode his cock, which I liked because I could control the pace (though when he got close to an orgasm, he began to buck his hips while he gripped my waist until he erupted fiercely inside me). I especially like being fucked in the missionary position, as my dainty, feminine hands gripped his strong forearms. In the morning, we arose early and showered together. As we dried off, he said, “By the way, Debra is stopping by for coffee in a little while. She wants to hear about our date. In case you don’t want to be here.” “I would love for her to see us together,” I answered. “I’ve told her about the watch and ring – I’ve told her how I use them when I poz a bottom.” When he said this, I put them back on so she would know that I had ignored her warning. A little later, Debra showed up. She immediately saw my pretty jewelry and smiled knowingly. “I knew you would decide to let Dave fuck you bareback,” she said. “I hope you don’t regret it later, sweetie.” “Never,” I replied. “This is who I am – a faggot who wants to explore every part of gay sex, without limits. I waited my whole life for this and now I plan to enjoy every minute of it.” Dave wrapped his arm around me and kissed me passionately. I looked at Debra and winked.

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Jackson—September, 2021 I left Palm Springs very early Tuesday morning—and landed in Chicago in the late afternoon. I thought I would get a motel somewhere on the drive to Michigan, but the desire to sleep in my own bed after two weeks away was too strong. I drove all the way home. I self quarantined. All was fine. Fortunately, I didn’t really want to have sex during that time. I felt satiated from the smorgasbord of Palm Springs’ ass and cock. But as I realized I was fine, that old churning in my balls returned. I knew I did not want to start up again in my usual bookstore—I just wasn’t ready for ‘all the usual suspects.’ So I went the other direction—to the bookstore with the huge space and semi private areas set up for viewing each different genre of porn… I am the only man in the place at 11:30am. So much for the idea of some sort of ‘lunch crowd.’ I stroke half-heartedly to some gay porn on a big screen television. It keeps flipping to a new scene before the cum shots of the current one. I hear footsteps. Two younger men arrive, likely in their early 30’s. They are both attractive and of opposite types. One is tall and gangly with rather long hair. The other is a cub and fairly short. A nest of chest hair is showing from the topped of his ripped Tee. The tall one goggles at my dick—and leaves. The Cub kneels and asks politely if he can suck me. I spread my legs farther apart as way of an answer. He starts on my balls. A good sign. He licks each hairy sack with his thick tongue. He leaves them very wet before inching his way up my cock. When he finally reaches my big mushroom head, he moans, ovals his mouth and glides down my entire shaft. He feels amazing. With nary a tooth. Then he is back to licking every inch of shaft—from every angle he can from where he kneels. I close my eyes and let him take his pleasure. He needs no guidance, such as a hand telling him to take me deep. He is back to my balls. Then deep throating me. Now, licking my perineum. I hear a noise and open my eyes. Someone else is coming in. It is an older man, shuffling along, barely lifting his feet. He gropes himself as he watches me be serviced. But the Cub is not pleased. He gets up and sits in a chair on the opposite wall in this smallest of rooms. The old man shuffles away. A young, stocky Latino arrives. He just starts sucking me without asking. “You’re huge,” he chokes out, looking first at me and then to the Cub. The Cub, smirks, not at all put out by this interruption. The Latino is good, but gives up saying his jaw hurts. The Cub comes back, kneels and gives me more of his expert service. When another older man arrives—he stands up, zips up and leaves. I wander. I find the lanky guy in the Trans video area. He is stroking a tiny cock. He beckons me over, with the hand that is not doing the stroking. “Let me try sucking that…” I unbutton and let him have a go. He’s not bad, but nowhere near as good as the other two cocksuckers of the day. I finally call a break when food sounds more interesting than sex. I retire to the cooler in my car and eat… * When I come back in there are lots more men—and less action. I find the Cub at the bigger screen of gay movies. He is on the couch and stroking his thick cock. I pull out mine. He makes no move to come back to me, so I kneel and give him some head. He sighs—and seems pleased. He leans back so I can get to his low hanging balls. I give each a bath. He leans into the back couch cushion a little more. My tongue finds his perineum. I leave it wet and slip down a little more. My tongue makes contact with his tight pucker. He groans. “He wants you to fuck him.” I glance up. It’s the tall, lanky guy. I look at the Cub. “You want my dick?” “I want your load,” he says, rather sheepishly. I begin eating his ass with fervor. I want him good and wet. “Fuck, yeah. 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To the men who service us bottoms and keep us satisfied, what makes an ass fuckable? Is it the shape? Is it the amount of cushion or the firmness? Is it something in the hips? Is it pheromones? Or is there something about it that as a bottom, I'll never be able to understand? What makes you see an bottom's ass and decide that it's an ass you want to fuck?

There's nothing quite like your first time. Let's see it from this perspective: Imagine being a young gay man, 24, still a virgin, and wanting to explore your sexuality. You scour hookup apps, something new to you, looking for a guy to fuck. After awhile, you find a hot, fuzzy-bodied jock with a sock fetish who agrees to meet you. He comes over that same morning and you both go into your bedroom and sit on the bed. You reach over to grab his crotch, and he does the same to you. You get hot and flustered, never having touched a man this way. Both of you grow harder as you rub each other's bulges. Next thing you know, his jeans and underwear are off, on the floor, and his hard, warm cock is in your hand. You feel how soft its skin is and how it pulsates as you slowly stroke it. The guy then tells you in a soft, sexy voice, "You can suck on it if you want". With that command, you lower your head, mouth open, and engulf the glans, tasting another man's meat for the first time. The texture is rubbery, the flavor juicy. He lays back and moans as you move your lips up and down the shaft, sucking it gently and rolling your tongue around the head. Your saliva coats his cock as you bob your head up and down, creating more friction. You go down further and want to suck his balls, but he says they're too sensitive, so you keep sucking his cock. After several minutes, he says he's about to cum, but you grip his cock tight, not wanting him to unload until you both have anal sex. With him edged, you take your shorts and underwear off and hunker down on the bed, your ass in the air. He puts lube on your hole, and the coldness makes you shake slightly. The next thing you feel is a pressure in your hole, then realize he's inside you. Your mouth falls open, feeling how easy it was to be penetrated and how wonderful it feels to be filled rectally with another guy's dick. You wrap your arms around a pillow and softly moan as he humps your ass, slowly, rocking back and forth. After slow fucking, you beg him to fuck you harder, so he obliges, and you bury your face in the pillow and moan, feeling your ass being pounded. The smell of sex is in the air and the warmth of your bodies makes the room more stifling. You become breathless as he keeps fucking you. Several minutes elapse, and he unloads in your ass. You catch your breath and feel mildly exhausted, but also feel such glee that you finally lost your virginity to a hot guy. Before he redresses, you sit up and inspect his firm ass, seeing that his hole is brown and sparsely-haired, but never get to rim it. He never comes back for more, but you now know that you're going to want dick and ass all the time from this point on. You'll always remember the one who took your cherry.

I had an afternoon appointment to get my hair cut today so I took the day off work. My bf came to my place during his lunch break and we had sex, then he went back to work and I went to my salon appointment. My hairdresser has been like a big brother to me for years so we pretty much have no boundaries. When I showed up he had me wash my hands, then he sat me in the chair and the first thing he said was, "I can tell someone just got lucky." I asked how he knew that and he pretty much said it's obvious from the way I was walking and from the color of my complexion. I asked him to clarify and he said he can tell whenever someone's been having sex just from certain cues. It blew my mind because I didn't know that was a thing, and honestly I've never been able to look at someone and know that they'd been laid. Is this really something other people can tell or could it just be that he knows me well enough to see the change in me? Are there certain things to look for that I haven't been paying attention to?

I've been reading the replies in a different thread about being taught to jack off and wonder how everyone discovered their holes. It's a place we're taught to stay away from when we're little because it's "dirty" back there. I discovered my hole in a weird, spontaneous moment where I felt the urge to stick my finger up my butt when I was sitting in the bathtub. It felt so good, and I started doing it all the time. I'd go hide somewhere and finger my ass 5-10 times a day because I needed to do it. My room, the bathroom, the backyard, behind the sectional in the living room and even in the dark in the kitchen while everyone else was watching tv. What was your "ooh, that feels good!" moment like with your hole?

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On Tuesday I hooked up with a cute older guy who had a long thick dick. His grindr profile said it was 9.5 inches and I believe it because it was a monster. I sucked it for a little bit, then I fingered my hole with lube and rubbed it all over the outside, too. When I sat on it, I had to take my time and get used to it because it was so thick at the base. He was laying on his back so I did all of the work and started to ride it up and down. I thought he would never cum. It was a really great ride and I orgasmed twice in the first 10 minutes, but after that I was starting to get tired and sweaty. I'm not exaggerating when I say I was loving it and hating it. It felt so good but my abs started to cramp up and my hole was making fart noises for most of the ride. When he finally came I was so pooped that I laid on the bed and held my stomach to try to get it to stop hurting. After I left he messaged me on grindr to ask how it was and I had to admit that I was completely satisfied and definitely want to hook up with him again. Only next time I want him to put me on my back and do all the work.

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Are there any other bottoms out there that are into brutally rough, painful anal sex? I find myself turned on more and more by having my fuck buddies slam into my hole from start to finish while holding my waist so I can't run from it, just for the pain of it. Anyone else into this or is it just me?

I got fucked quite a bit in Rio de Janiero during Carnival. There is absolutely a subset of the gay crowd of Rio who is into BB and they even have a monthly party and I gave almost as good as I got. I took at least 3 loads during that event. Lastly Thursday evening before i left an event at TV Bar called hole turned a small corner bar into a full on sex event; and there one guy in particular that never gave me his load. He seemed to be into causing pain with his HUGE THICK Brazilian Dick. And during the last hour or so of the event that I was there for; i hung around him and every time that he forced his way into a hole and that bottom went running; I jumped on and rode until he tried to find someone else. I am unsure if had I been able to stay until closing if I would have gotten the load; but I still enjoyed the time that he spent up my hole.