Search the Community
Showing results for tags 'begging'.
Found 4 results
-
Jeff and I have been friends since high school. You could not find two guys who are more different than we are. Jeff is 5’9”, 250 pounds, pudgy, bearded, quiet, a big fan of pornography, but with little dating or sexual experience. I on the other hand am 5’11”, 170 pounds, with spiked blonde hair, a motor mouth, with little interest in porn but big interests in dating and sex. For the past ten years, Jeff has been content to listen to all of my stories about the numerous female conquests I’ve gathered up from college and work. Jeff would then usually comment that most of his evenings were spent jerking off while watching Ashlyn Gere or Christy Canyon films. With my wit, it’s easy to mock Jeff about his lack of pussy. He’s usually a pretty good sport about it. Once or twice a month Jeff will come and visit me for the weekend. Most of our time is spent watching hockey, going to the movies, or dueling at video games. This past January, Jeff was over and we decided to spend most of the day playing video games. Now, aside from his lack of sex, Jeff is also pathetic when it comes to video games. I had managed to thrash him in basically every game we had played. Trust me, they weren’t even close! He’s also not a very good loser. And, being a typical guy, I had to send quite a bit of verbal mocking his way. “Ok wise guy,” Jeff finally said, “Let’s make a bet on who wins the next game.” “Sure thing,” I said. Jeff continued, “Fine. The winner gets to name their prize.” We shook on it. My mind was already thinking money. “Good,” I said. “If I win I want $50”. “No problem,” Jeff said. He took a long pause and added, “But if I win, you have to give me a blow job.” “What!” I was shocked. A few times in my life the thought of sucking a guy’s dick had crossed my mind, but it was the furthest thing away today. “That seems a bit extreme.” Jeff played it cool. “Hey, you shook on it…but if you’re afraid you’ll lose…” Now, I never back down from a challenge so I added, “Not on your life. Let’s get this bet going.” After all, I was riding a terrific unbeaten streak. The fates must have suddenly aligned against me though, because fifteen minutes later…I LOST! So, there we were sitting in my living room. For the first time all-day I was silent. Jeff, however, had a smug grin on his face as he got up and closed the blinds to my windows and patio door. As I sat on the floor, I was so stunned that I paid little attention as Jeff pulled off his shirt and began removing his shoes and socks. It was the sound of his zipper that snapped me out of my trance. Shocked I looked over to see Jeff slowly dropping his blue jeans around his ankles. He had a very hairy body with a fairly large beer belly hanging over his tight white jockey shorts. My eyes were caught somewhere between the large bulge in his shorts and that permanent smile that was plastered across his lips. “Ok,” Jeff said. “I’m ready to collect on our bet.” As he said this, Jeff stepped out of his jeans and pointed to the ever-growing bulge in his drawers. Staying low to the floor, I crawled over in front of Jeff. It was a slow crawl because I hoped that any second Jeff was going to say, “Gotcha! I was just kidding.” The actual words that came out of his mouth were, “You’ll need to remove those on your own.” Pointing to his only remaining piece of clothing. There were butterflies in my stomach as I kneeled in front of Jeff. I shakily reached up and began sliding his underwear off. I only got them a few inches down before his hard cock managed to get hooked on the strap. I adjusted the tension on the band and managed to get them down to his feet, thankfully without actually having to touch his cock. The thought of his dick being in my mouth was a little more than I could fathom. I spent a long time looking down at the carpet and Jeff’s feet. Unfortunately, Jeff didn’t feel like backing out. When I looked forward, I was only inches from a thick bushel of dark pubic hair that was surrounding Jeff’s enormous cock. It was rock solid and pointing due north about 8 inches. Like Jeff, it was fat! The head was pink and growing larger with each passing second. Underneath his cock were two monster balls hanging low. Long moments of silence passed. “Well,” Jeff said. “You’re not going to back out are you?” “No,” I said quietly. “Good.” Jeff’s cock gave a couple eager twitches as he purposely tensed his muscles. "Because I need to blow my load." His eagerness was really starting to scare me. “But I’ve never given a blow job before," I nervously got out. “I know,” Jeff said. “I’ve had to listen to you brag about all the girls who’ve sucked your dick all these years. Over and over, that’s all I’d hear. It pissed me off because the only action I was getting was when I jacked off. Well, this is my chance to shut you up, because my cock’s going to be crammed in your mouth.” He reached down with one hand and pointed his dick towards my mouth. “You’re probably nervous so I’ll help you out.” With that, Jeff placed his other hand on the back of my head and moved my head towards the tip of his fat cock. As I closed in I decided to simply accept my fate and open my mouth. I was amazed at how hot his rod was as it slid into my mouth. I slowly began moving my head forward and back. It slid a little deeper with each motion. With my eyes closed I could picture the tip of Jeff’s dick sliding further and further down my throat. Jeff let go of the back of my head and instructed me to continue bobbing with the same rhythm. A few minutes passed and I could feel his rigid shaft slick with my spit. The tension was leaving me. I heard a moan and realized for the first time that Jeff was enjoying my work. I decided to open my eyes. I looked up and met his eyes. As Jeff stared down into my eyes he told me, “This is the first blow job I’ve ever gotten. I love the look of my cock in your mouth!” This really made me feel good. I suddenly decided to put a little more effort into my work. Our eyes remained locked as I began slurping on what I began to think of as a luscious tool. I pulled his shaft from my mouth and began licking furiously at his huge nuts. I loved the feel of his balls as they rolled around on my tongue. His smell was deep and musky. I tried to breathe in as much of it as I could. Meanwhile, my hand continued pumping on his long hard length. “Oh god!” Jeff moaned. “Feel like you’re going to cum?” I asked. “Yes,” Jeff managed as sweat began dripping from his forehead. “And I haven’t jerked off in weeks, so if you don’t put my cock back in your mouth I may shoot out an eye!” That was all I needed. I released his cock and immediately jammed it deep into my throat. I began sucking furiously as my hands massaged his wonderful sack. A few seconds later his balls tightened and Jeff’s hips gave a shudder forward. The next thing I knew a blast of hot juice squirted from the tip of his dick. A second and third shot followed and my mouth was filling up fast. Reflexively I moved to pull back but Jeff thrust both hands on the back of my head and moved his pole deeper into my mouth. “I want you to swallow it!” He groaned. “And keep on sucking every last drop right out of my cock!” I did as I was told. My face was buried against his hefty belly. As I continued to feel his tool shoot into me, I moved my hands to his ass and began squeezing tight. “Oh yeah!” Jeff shouted. “Keep sucking! Suck it all!” He has breathing like a marathon runner! His fingers tightening in my hair. I sucked on his cock pulling drops of cum from deep inside of him. The feeling was incredible! A few minutes passed and Jeff still held my head fast on his cock. I could feel his slick tool slowly softening on my tongue. I couldn’t tell him, but I didn’t want him to pull that wonderful dick from my mouth. Sadly, after another minute, Jeff let me go and slid his cock from me. He took a few steps backwards and collapsed onto my couch. His breathing was finally calming down and I could see sweat glistening all over his body. As I got up and moved over to a chair, Jeff reached over to the coffee table and lit up one of his cigars. “Hey not in here,” I said. “You know I hate the smell of those in my apartment.” “I know, but things are going to be a little different around here now,” Jeff said taking a few healthy puffs. “What’s that mean?” Jeff smiled. “Well for starters. Any time you get the urge to brag about getting laid or feel the desire to put me down in front of the guys, just remember that you sucked my cock. It was a fair bet and I can tell anyone I want.” I was shocked! This was not what I needed the other guys to know. But before I could voice my concerns he continued. “Don’t worry though, I won’t.” He leaned back and blew out a long breath of smoke. “But any time I want, you’re going to be sucking on my cock.” His free hand reached down and adjusted his spent tool. Surprisingly this didn’t offend me as much as it would have merely an hour earlier. “I thought this was a one time bet?” Jeff smiled. “Well it was. But damn, Mitch. You suck a great dick! I’d be stupid not to keep this going. Besides, I don’t have to worry about going out and getting a girlfriend anytime soon. Plus, I won’t feel like a loser the next time you brag to me. You can go and get all the pussy you want, go have your dick sucked by as many girls as you can. But when we hang out I’ll always know that you’re the one who’s on his knees worshipping my cock!” Jeff looked triumphantly towards the ceiling and rolled the cigar around in his mouth savoring the taste. "As a matter of fact," he said as he adjusted his cock, "I think I'm ready for another one...right now." Yes, I thought, it sure looked like things were going to be different. I moved forward, opened my mouth, and took Jeff's spent but growing hard dick into me. I could still taste his last load covering the shaft but as I looked his balls were already tightening up, preparing the next delivery. Our bet was over...but things were going to be moving along faster than I could have prepared myself. TO BE CONTINUED...
-
I stayed at a friend's place for a few days, but most of the time he was at work or away, so I ended-up spending my time chilling out or on Grindr. There were some fit dudes in the area, but from speaking with them I figured bareback was a 'no go'. I noticed a cute young white twink who was a little further away. His profile had bareback written all over it and he was desperate to get loaded up, anytime, anywhere and by anyone. Just from looking at the profile and his pics I knew he was going to be a sleazy bug chaser. So I contacted him, and early in our conversation I brought up the subject and soon after that he was begging to be converted with my strain, saying he was negative, (which I found hard to believe as he had talked about what a cum whore he was) and that he had been taking loads non stop over the last few years. Similarly he didn't quite believe that I was poz. As we continued exchanging messages, several times he verified (as best he could) that I was genuinely positive. I told him the truth, how I had been poz for the last five years and had never taken any meds, although I would need to start treatment fairly soon. Well, it was clear his hole was desperately hungry and twitching for my dick and poz seed, so I told him I would GUARANTEE his conversion if he was willing and understood the risks. Immediately he agreed as he was obsessed with prospects of obtaining my strain. (I made the guarantee knowing I've built up quite a toxic strain over the years, especially as I've traveled for work all over the globe, and I've fucked quite a few holes in different countries, although, truth be told, I've had more loads fucked into my ass overall. I'm a no-questions-asked type of guy when it comes to bottoming, although on BBRTS, I always tend to search for poz tops. Naturally neg tops don't do much for me, but perversely neg bottoms are.) We exchanges several more messages, and eventually he gave me his address. I instructed him to (i) leave the door on the latch, (ii) be on all fours, (iii) wearing his sluttiest jock strap and (iv) place a toothbrush on the bed. I was quite sure he knew exactly what I had planned for his juicy neg hole. It took about 20 minutes to get to his place. Pushing the front door open with ease, I stepped inside and closed it behind me. I reached up under my baseball cap and pulled down the black balaclava hidden beneath it. I walked the length of the ground floor apartment and found the door to the bedroom. On the bed was a smooth hole in the air in a well used cum/lube stained jockstrap and a brand new toothbrush placed just under the waistband. The cum dump had a lean build, appeared to be early to mid twenties, smooth all over with light brown/blond hair and a beefy ass. I unzipped my jeans, releasing my semi hard dick, walked towards the head of the bed, grabbed the cum dumps head and pulled it back, "Open your mouth, pig. The more spit on my dick means the easier it goes in your hole." Not only do I not believe in using rubbers. I also don't believe in using lube either, figuring the bottom doesn't deserve it! He opened his mouth wide, I rammed my dick straight in and as deep as I could. He gagged and recoiled but that just made my dick even harder. Next I ran my hand down his back and the tip of my finger circled his hole. It was nice and dry, I was glad the fucker hadn't pre-lubed before I got there. He continued to work his mouth around my shaft for several minutes, occasionally begging for my poz seed when he came up for air, pleading for it to be deposited deep inside his guts and not down his throat. I moved down and round to his ass, rubbing my sloppy dick over the hole, applying just enough pressure to tease the opening but not penetrate it. "What is it you want, pig?" "I NEED your toxic strain inside my ass, Sir." "Are you sure you want it? It's a really potent, unmedicated bug. It's the greatest gift you could ever hope to receive. But you know what? I'm not sure you really deserve it. But then, the risk and decision is solely yours. There won't be any opportunity to change your mind - once we get started." "I'm desperate for the bug, Sir. I've wanted it for such a long time. Rape your strain into my ass as roughly as you can. No pulling out, and no 'safe word'. As he commited himself, I felt his dick harden in excitement. "Good answer, fuck pig. First, however, I need to prep your hole. I'm gonna brush it so it's nice and bloody, and the strain definitely takes - and quickly. "Yes, Sir. Will it definitely take? You're definitely poz, right? I really hope you are!" "As I said before, pig, I am most definitely poz, and guarantee my strain will sero-convert you. If you still don't believe me, well, you will believe me in about a month. Just wait and see!" I slid the new toothbrush out from under the jock, running my thumb over the clean white dry bristles, rubbing the toothbrush gently over his hole for a few seconds, then grasped the handle firmly as if I were holding a knife, without warning and in one quick movement drove the toothbrush deep into his guts. The stupid fucker squirmed and let out a cry which he muffled by driving his head down into the pillow. I started out with a gentle sawing motion inside his hole, applying more and more pressure, then reverting to a gentle brush, seeing just how much he could take. The more he squirmed the harder my dick got. I withdrew the brush and found it covered in a little blood, I pulled his head back, lifted the blindfold he was wearing off for a second and showed the dumb twink the bloody toothbrush before reinserting it. I continued with the previous brushing method, then started to rotate the brush 360 degrees. Now that was painful, it was clear to see from his muffled screams. My dick was throbbing by that point and dripping with pre-cum. It was time to fuck. It was time for his conversion. I pulled the brush out of his ass as roughly as I could. The bristles were now covered with a large amount of bright red blood. His hole was more than ready! "It burns. It feels like my hole's on fire, Sir." I positioned my dick over the now bloody hole and slid in slowly, I wanted to savour every minute. The blood, earlier spit and pre-cum helped lube my entry. He let out a low moan as each inch passed through his ring. His hole grasped tightly around my shaft and I started to jack hammer his ring, pounding my meat as deeply and roughly as I could. The entire time he begged for my poz jizz. After approximately 15 minutes of continuous fucking, as the sweat dripped from my body and as his blood seeped from his hole, I was ready to shoot my load. "Here it comes, pig. You ready for it? My nasty toxic bug. My pure, potent strain of poz cum. Beg me for it! Beg me, pig! Be the stupid fucker who begged to get pozzed-up." "Please, Sir, poz my hole, I beg you! Convert me! I want your DNA inside of my ass - to be a part of me forever. You will own me, but your seed will destroy my hole." With that my cock pulsed several times, I began grunting and spewed out my three-day load, completely emptying my nuts into the pig's guts. As the last spurts drained into his body, I collapsed on top of him, pinning him to the mattress. Then, whispering into his ear I said "Welcome to the club, AIDS pig. You are now completely fucked. I've just give you one of the nastiest strains of HIV on the planet. You dumb fuckin' whole. I know you're going to come to regret taking my load." I pulled my meat out and wiped my bloody shaft on his bed sheets, cleaned up and was out of there within a few minutes. Later that evening, of course, he messaged me on Grindr thanking me for his conversion. I sensed that he still doubted my status. I told him I wanted to hear from him as soon as he started to get sick with the fuck flu. A few weeks passed and I dropped him a message on Grindr. He answered saying he felt unwell, and suspected it was the fuck flu. My dick hardened and I gloated that I had guaranteed his conversion, and his doubts aside, I was a man of my word. He continued to thank me for my strain, apologising for his initial doubts and how he was hungry for more strains. Another week went by and he hadn't replied to my most recent messages, but I honestly didn't think much about him. Then a week after that he contacted me, telling me that he was so weak from my strain he had had to spend the remainder of his fuck flu in hospital, on an IV drip! When I read as much I instantly got a boner. After all, I suppose if you're going to do a job then you have to do it well, and his this case I did it extremely well. He's a lucky pig to get such a potent strain and he knows it. He tells me that he's started to fuck as many twinks as he can find... apparently good news isn't the only thing to spread fast
-
So I just discovered a very active park in my area and have been 3 times, each time leaving with several loads in and on me. But my question/dilemma is this: how loud do I get? For tops who fuck in public/parks, do your like your bottoms to stay quiet, with Moans and groans to indicate their enjoyment? Or do you want them more verbal, begging for harder fuck, begging for loads? Bottoms, which do you prefer to do? So far I'm staying on the quieter side, but audibly begging for loads when dicks go in raw
-
I'm hoping his profile was a lie... He messaged me on Adam4Adam with a headless torso pic and his profile said he was undetectable. He asked if I was horny. I told him I was and after he asked what I was going to do about it, I told him I'd love to sit on a hot dick and make it cum. Then he unlocked his private picture. It was his dick and FUCK it was huge. He said it was 8" but it looked bigger. Also looked as big as a beer can with a head to match. It was a true black mamba poking out of the bush. I had to have it. I teased him a bit about wanting a guy to coat my hole in cum, make me beg for it, and tell me it'd change my life forever. (The people where I live don't look favorably at bug-chasing so I had to be a bit discreet about it). He agreed, so I gave him my address and after I buzzed him through the gate, I took two huge hits of poppers. By the time he got out of the car, my heart was hammering. As he came to the door, I saw his face for the first time and thought FUCK!!!! I want his babies inside me! I immediately led him to the bedroom and took off my shirt and boxers. After he did the same, I touched his big dick for the first time and had to suck it. I could only get two inches in my mouth since it was so wide, but it got him rock-hard and ready to fuck me. I usually wanna take control and ride till I am good and loose, but this time, I jumped on the bed face down, ass up. I felt him get on the bed and spread my legs farther apart and slide his dick between my asscheeks. I usually want rimming or riding a guy first, but I wanted this dick to tear me up. I felt him cautiously center on my hole and I let out a guttural moan as he started to slide in. He took a few baby strokes in & out and I moaned again, took another huge hit of poppers, and backed up on his dick. He immediately started going faster. Now in a popper-induced haze, I moaned "fuck meeeeeeeeee" and I felt his dick go even deeper inside me. I was in slut heaven and it didn't hurt too bad! He pulled me up onto all fours and I immediately backed up on his dick all the way and felt an intense burning pain in my hole. I moaned and kept fucking my hole on his dick trying to get as much of that black stud inside me as I could and hoping his dick was ripping my hole open. He started pounding me in earnest and his dick managed to make my hole explode in fiery pain. I collapsed on my stomach and he somehow managed to ride down with me. It really felt like he meant to force me on my stomach with his dick. He started moaning in earnest and started jack-rabbiting. After a minute, he slowed down and I asked if he'd cum, to which he told me he had. I went into slut overdrive at that point wanting more of his seed inside me. He happily obliged. After Round 2, he kept going. More hits of poppers made me loose all inhibitions and as he was about to shoot Round 3 inside me, I begged him to seed my hole, to fuck me with his poz dick, to shoot his toxic load in my hole and to infect and convert me. He loved that and started growling in my ear as he shot, obliging my request to receive his DNA and for our lives to be forever intertwined through his cum and my bloody hole. He kept going and I kept riding that dick for all I was worth. Round 4 came sooner than I'd liked and I kept riding for all I was worth. It felt like he came for a minute inside me and yelled the whole time. Sadly, four was all he could do. I immediately put my buttplug in to save his cum and keep it inside me. He told me that while he was going out of town, he'd be back. I told him we might have to do a repeat. Perhaps I can inquire as to his medication status, and if he is on meds, I can convince him to take a vacation and make sure that I am his forever. And maybe I'll find out what his name is. Or maybe his profile was a lie and I am now POZ. Here's hoping!- 4 replies
-
- 14
-
-
-
- bug-chasing
- breeding
- (and 3 more)
