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It’s Christmas morning, I’m too excited and can’t sleep so I'm the first out of bed. I am super excited this year. Usually, I get shipped off to Mom’s place for the holidays. But this year I finally get to spend Christmas with the guys. It is the stipulation of their divorce. Mom got me until I turned 18 and that’s when I could decide where I want to spend the holidays. I bury my nose in my Lucky Charms, searching for the various hidden marshmallow shapes on the box as I scoop spoonfuls of sugary goodness into my mouth. We opened gifts last night. My Christmas fleece robe feels so comfortable, snuggling my body as I eat. Every now and then I glance out the panoramic windows lining the north side of the log cabin we’re vacationing in. Another snowstorm is moving in, adding even more snow to what already blanketed everything last night. I look up and see Dad walk down the stairs, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He walks over and starts up the coffee machine. It’s one of my favorite smells – the scent of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the crisp, pungent aroma of the Christmas tree next to the fireplace. I swirl my cereal, chasing bits of milk-drenched cereal with my spoon when Dad walks over. “Merry Christmas, Baby Boy,” he says as he tousles my hair. “I’m not a baby anymore!” I pull my head away from Dad’s hand. “Well, you sure couldn’t tell by the lack of hair on your chest,” Robbie ribs, reaching into my robe to rub the smooth skin of my chest before opening the top of his robe and puffing out his pelt of chest hair. “You’ll always be my Baby Boy.” Before I can protest, Dad pulls my head back and gives me a kiss above both of my eyebrows then heads to the refrigerator to pull out the container of half and half. “I’m so glad to have you with us this year!” “Me too, Dad.” Coffee-to-cream-to-white-mocha-syrup perfected, Dad leans against the kitchen counter and grabs his phone to start the day’s Wordle. I turn my head, drawn by the motion of Dad mindlessly scratching his crotch. Dad has a habit of letting his robe’s belt go loose, so I’m not unfamiliar with seeing the fur that covers him. However, this morning it went really slack, providing more than a peek. I could see Dad in all of his glory and I must say – it was mesmerizing. But what was gleaming amongst his fur? Dad looks up from his phone, the side of his face raising in a smirk and a wink of the eye. I dart my eyes back to my bowl and busy myself scooping up the last bits of cereal in my bowl. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch a giant grin on Robbie’s face as I upend the sugary milk into my mouth. Outside, the wind begins to pick up, howling. The blizzard conditions makes it nearly impossible to see the evergreens across the way. Dad walks over to the window and pauses to appreciate the beauty of such extreme weather conditions. He then turns his attention to the glowing embers in the fireplace. Some newspaper and a handful of kindling bring the fire back to life, flickering against the newly added logs with red and orange flames. I hear clanging as Dad pulls out a long, black duffel bag and places it in front of the growing fire. From inside of the bag, he starts pulling out a series of silver-grey pipes; connecting pieces to erect a frame. “Ho Ho Ho – Merry Christmas!!” We all turn to the voice at the top of the stairs. It’s Santa! Well…Grandpa in his Father Christmas garb: burgundy, full-length overcoat trimmed in brown faux fur, black pants, olive green vest, and of course, his black pair of brightly polished harness boots. I’ve seen him work gigs over the holiday season. He is a sight to behold. Grandpa much prefers the folklore version of the holiday gift-giver over the commercial red and white Coca-Cola Santa. It’s fun watching grown-ups turn into giant kids at the authenticity of his look. I must admit, with that trimmed white beard, rounded belly, and jovial smile, he always captures my attention. Dad greets him at the bottom of the stairs. Lifting a twig of mistletoe over his head, he cheers “Merry Christmas, Pops!” He lifts his hand under Father Christmas’ beard, cradling his chin to lean in and give him a deep, sultry kiss. My head twitches and I blink hard. My eyes dart over at Robbie who has made his way over to Grandpa for his own passionate kiss. “What the fuck is going on here?!” “Merry Christmas, Baby Boy.” Grandpa leans over me, gloved fingertips flicking my nipples as he reaches inside my robe for a hug and kiss on the forehead. My eyes close and I shudder. “Ummm…uhhh....Merry Christmas, Grandpa.” I feel my cheeks ignite as my face reddens. Yeah, sure…who hasn’t fantasized about sitting on Santa’s lap. But Grandpa?!? He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small, rectangular box wrapped in metallic red paper with sparkling, silver glitter. “I have a very special gift for you this Christmas morning that will make your holidays merry and bright.” “I know what you’re getting! I know what you’re getting!” Robbie gleefully rubs his hands together before helping Dad hang a sheet of thick leather from the corners of the poles. Grandpa takes off his jacket and hangs it on the coat rack near the door. When he turns in my direction, I notice that he isn't wearing his usual black, oversized shirt. White tufts of fur spill over the top of his vest and escape around the laces tying it together. I have always wanted to rub my face in that beard as white as the snow blustering against the windows. Again – Santa fantasy. *shrug* Even if my own grandpa. “Come, sit on Santa’s lap.” I feel a bit silly, thinking I have outgrown such a silly tradition but I play along. It’s Christmas after all. Tis the season and all. It is only when the head of my dick pokes through my robe that I became aware of how aroused I am. I quickly cover myself hoping no one saw. Scanning their faces – they saw. “Your dad tells me what an extra special little boy you’ve been this year, Billy Boy, and that you hit a milestone birthday last week.” Grandpa hands me the glittery package. “He may now be 18, but he will always be my Baby Boy.” Dad tousles my hair again before I swat it away and turn my attention to the gift. I open the small, white box to find an orange-capped syringe nestled in white tissue paper.
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It had been a long time since I'd been out to a club in rubber. I'd promised myself not to drink quite so much this time around, so with that in mind I thought I'd pace myself in case anything untoward should happen. I suppose wearing a short rubber chapsuit with a rubber thong and waders was suggesting stuff I probably would be too scared to give in to, but here I now was. Trying to not get drunk. A guy I'd been chatting on and off with was there. He seemed to be getting involved with most of the other men, but soon came over to where I was standing and exchanged small talk. He was wearing a short rubber surf suit and looked fucking beautiful, but after we exchanged pleasantries, I let him go on his way, further back into the club. Another hour or so had passed, and there I was, making my way around the sex area. Half prick-tease and half nervous, but my cock had stirred enough to be in the mood to join an encounter, so I started to eye up what was on offer. There he was again. Standing there. Drinking. Watching the guys wander about. I thought I'd try and see if he fancied jacking off at least, so I ventured closer to him. "Alright mate, see anything you like the look of?" I wanted to say "yeah, you" but batted it away as a "Yeah, a few things hehe". A mate of surfsuit joined us, believing we were about to get into it. He knelt down behind me and started to lick my hole. His tongue with the strip of the thong combined made me feel a bit hot and so I reached in to kiss Surfsuit while this was going on. "Mmmm" Surfsuit said "Good kisser aren't ya?" I blushed and smiled inwardly and took a blast of his poppers. Inhaling as much as Surfsuit did. By this time we were starting to explore each other more and I started working his rubbered crotch. "Want that, do yer?" I could only nod through the popper haze. He turned me around and pulled his cock out and started to teased my tongued hole. He was muttering into my ear as he also reached around and felt my hardening cock. "Yeah, you'd be a good addition to the team". I had a vague idea what he meant, but by now was too poppered up to really indulge into further conversation. "Open that arse up for me boy, you're ready". Again, through the haze, this was incredibly hot, and so then I started pulling my cheeks open wider for him to enter. "Yeah, nice hole lad. Bit tight, but that'll change" Fuck me, he was turning me on. I bent over and allowed him entry. Only brief flashes of "What the fuck am I doing?" going through my head. He started building up a rhythm, and there was no way I could just walk off while he was in me like this. Right now. It was ecstasy. He started to go faster, as I felt our union. This was the sluttiest I think I'd ever felt, and I was falling under the spell. Surfsuit stopped suddenly, and whispered into my ear "You're a dirty little rubberpig aren't yer? You do know that all the rubberpigs that sit on my cock end up converted, don't you?" I was panicking now. The sweat gushing and my cock straining. I was in no position to suddenly destroy this moment. It felt somewhat real. Like a union I never was aware of. As Surfsuit sped up, I heard him grunt and my arse became the recipient for his load. Fucking with a condom was fine, but to feel this guy's load in my hole was too much. My cock strained harder as he whispered again to me "I've been saving that load all week since you mentioned that you might come here. I've had my sight set on breeding you up. You're one of us now, pig. A brother. Welcome. Rejoice in your new existence". Then Surfsuit pulled me back up and pushed me down onto my knees and presented his cock for me to clean. As I got down to it, devouring his meat, he unzipped his suit slightly and there was the biohazard tattoo. My cock could not have got any harder by now, as he held my head down. Bobbing up and down on his cock with the tatt almost hypnotising me. "Good lad" He said. "Right, let's see about where your last neg load should go. I suggest up here", as he turned around and unzipped at his arse. I was beyond help at this point. Adrenalin of the encounter rushing through me. Caught up in the rapture of the encounter. Soon I was spasming my neg seed into his arse. It felt like a union. A connection. A circle. In the moment, I went to kiss him. The two of us were in each other now, regardless. "Man, it feels good taking the last neg load of a rubberpig, putting him on the road to brotherhood", he said, with a grin. As it all dawned on me, I started to worry in my mind that I'd done something deeply insane, yet the bugdad/ brother chat had won me, and my cock, over. No going back now. After that night, we continued to chat on and off. I felt a bit more kinship growing in me, gradually as I started to fall ill, yet feel indescribably horny. When I said this to him, he responded "Excellent, it has begun". It felt like I was in a cocoon of painkillers and wooziness and with these hard ons. I started looking and cruising more 'needs discussion' guys online, as I felt a weird kind of kinship grow within me. A few weeks later I was back at the club. I'd got myself my own surfsuit outfit, and felt more at home in that environment then I ever had. As that night went on, I too had begun to fuck randomly, now not needing to worry. As the gentleman who went down on my cock started to struggle slightly as I unzipped my suit to reveal my new biohazard tattoo, I revelled in this twisted new power as I came into his mouth, and welcomed a new brother. It's what the brotherhood does.
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I have been on therapy for a while and once of the difficult issues was my sexual behaviour... I would be like a nun for 3 months and not do anything, and than all o the sudden end up in the middle of an orgy letting strangers abuse me. Eventually the doc found out I have been "abused" by my uncle and so he tried to work on that but with little success. Back when I was young (lets leave it to that) my uncle started touching me and eventually even if i resisted a lot at first, got me intrigued in he's sexual desires. I sucked he's cock, jacked him off, let him eat my ass and finger me, did stuff with my cousin in front of him and to him... and some slightly more weird stuff... Eventually growing up i started looking at those things with shame... but therapy got me to realise I actually now accept what he did to me as something positive.... And not just that, I think incest is for a lot of us the first sexual experience and can also develop in something very positive. Granted, society hates incest a lot and got me to hate myself for years because I gave in to my uncle depravity.... yet now I found out it is part of who i am and not somehting that uncommon or bad. The majority of guys who had incest experiences enjoyed them and even if they did not at first eventually they became obsessed by it till they became incest advocates. What do you guys think of incest? Has anyone of you hated it at first and eventually accepted it?
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I guess you could say that Steve and I are dating - though we've not formalized anything at all. We meet a few months ago on BBRT. He came over and we spent the weekend getting high on tina and fucking. I hadn't partied in nearly 4 years and welcomed the chance to let my inner slut out and be a nasty little cum dump for the weekend. Drugs really let me come alive. Steve is 27, tall and skinny with a fat uncut dick and shaved pubes. Except for his broad shoulders, you might mistake him for a bottom twink, which he is not. He's well worked-out and has tight defined muscles. And he's quite aggressive. When he came over that first weekend he was wearing a scooped muscle shirt which came off immediately as he entered my apartment. Under the sweat shorts was a sexy jockstrap that contained his 9" dick. Waisting little time he brought out the pipe and we started blowing clouds and making out. He started getting all verbal. "What do you want," he asked? "I need to be used," I said almost desperately. "I need to be a cumdump." Steve happily obliged and proceeded to dominate and pound me throughout our cloudy night. I got two thick loads pumped deep in my hole, and plenty of spit on my face and in my throat. This boy knew how to take charge and he liked being a power top pig. Now here's the weird part. The following weekend Steve texted to see if I wanted to hang out. Of course I did! He invited me to dinner. I think it was a date! Can you believe that? Me either. Afterwards we went back to my place and fucked. We didn't party again, but that doesn't mean that the sex was watered down. Steve resumed his powerful role over me and pounded my hole raw with his massive uncut dick all the while calling me a nasty cumdump slut -- which got me off so hard. We continued hooking up. Not every weekend but enough. And we started talking about what sorta stuff we were into and wanted to do. I had never really opened up about my desires for slutty and raunchy sex with anyone while being sober. But Steve easily got it all out of me. I explained how I wanted to be in a gangbang with a bunch of guys. He told me how he always wanted a regular hook-up who he could pass back-and-forth with his friends. I even mentioned my fascination with taking piss up my hole. He really liked that idea! One night we were lying in bed, my ass dripping with his cum -- he always made me sleep with his load in me -- we were talking about sex and fantasies we wanted to do. And then he got kinda serious. "So you're, like, really open to some [banned word] situations then, hu?" he asked. "Well, yea," I admitted. "Especially when I'm high - I'm down for quite a lot." "Well that might happen again soon," he said. I was excited. "So I'm going to share something with you. Don't let it bother you." I was really intrigued. So far Steve has been totally confident and unabashed in bed. Nothing that I've said has thrown him, and he's allowed me to tap into my raunch pig side so easily. "My younger brother is coming into town for a visit and will be around for just under a week," he said. I was, like - OK. No biggie. I figured that meant Steve would be busy playing host and not around much - which was no big deal. "He's 24 and straight," he said. "He'll be out here looking for work." Steve sat up on his arm and looked directly at me. "I came out in high school," he said. "It wasn't a big deal for anyone in my family. But my brother and I had been sorta messing around a little, like boys do." "And when I went off to college Travis would come up and stay with me in the dorm sometimes. Anyway, he's been fucking me for years." I was turned on and really curious. I'm sure my face had lit up some hearing this. "He's totally straight," I asked? "Yea. He dates women. Always has. But he's always take advantage of the fact that I'm gay to get off by, basically using me the way I fuck you. He's really dominant and aggressive, the way I am with you." "I can't imagine you with your legs in the air bottoming," I admit. At this point I'm stroking Steves uncut cock which is rock hard and leaking pre-cum. "He's the only one who I've let top me. And he doesn't give me much choice. When he visits he sleeps in my bed and has his way with me. I know he loves me as a brother, but when we're together he calls me his faggot fuck hole and uses me like a cheap whore." At this point I roll Steve onto his back and sit my cum-filled ass down on his rock hard dick and start riding him hard. The sounds of his last load slosh in my guts as his raw dick slides in and out of me. "Fuck! Did that turn you on," he asked? "Hell yea it did!" Steve then flips us around, throws my legs over his broad shoulders and slides his dick in my sloppy hole but just leaves it there. Then, looking deep into my eyes, which are practically in the back of my head he says in a deep and seductive tone, "you like the idea of my straight brother using this faggot to get off, hu you nasty little slut?" And with that he spit in my mouth and began fucking me like the slutty faggot that I am!
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heres your chance real Teke brother Ohio State chapter huge whietrash punk by day ---looking for a young very dominant and abuseive phisical YOUNG top TO GIVE UP MY ASS TO AND GET PASSED AROUND TO ANYONE YOU SAY YOU WANNA DUMP IN MY SISSY FAG BOY ASS...IMPORTANT NOTICE...I CAN REALLY TAKE A POUNDING AND VERBAL ABUSE SO LOOKING FOR THE ARROGANT PUNK FRATERNITY BRO WITH A GRUDGE TO FUCK N MAKE A TKE ASSHOLE YOUR LITTLE BOTTOM SLUT. TAKE PICS AND VIDEO IF U WANT JUST MAKE SURE THAT MYBROTHERS GET TO SEE THEM RIGHT AFTER . I LUV WHEN MY PROUD TKE ARROGANCE GETS GAGGED BY A VIDEO OR PICS TO MY TKE STRAIGHT BROTHERS....SEE ATTACHED PIC OF MY TATTOO PROOVING MY BROTHERHOOD IN TAU KAPPA EPSILON - FORMER CHAPTER PRESIDENT NOW OTHER YOUNGER TOPS PERSONAL CUMDUMP SLUT TO USE ABUSE AND SHOW MY PROUD TEKE ASS WHAT I MEANT TO REALLY BE. HIT ME BACK HERE OR TXT ME AT 347-204-1617
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Recently I’ve decided to try to be more involved around campus. I commute to school but have a lot of down time between my classes. I decided that I would rush a frat. (Kinda late in the game but fuck it) I have 2 years left and even if I’m not getting fucked, I love being around men. Their smells drive me wild. Anyway I ended up getting a bid from my first choice fraternity and I went for it. All my “brothers” play some sort of sport and almost all of them are in “serious” relationships. Lately I’ve found myself being turned by hooking up with people who are spoken for. I’ve always told myself that I wouldn’t ever be that way but married/partnered men take priority to my hole. Hazing isn’t permitted where I go to school so basically to welcome new “brothers” my frat throws a video game party. I had the night off so I went. I still didn’t really know anyone too much. There were a few familiar faces but no one that i knew for sure. It got pretty late so I stayed the night. A bunch of us crashed out on the couches/floor in the living room. I woke up around 3ish and was rock hard. (About 14 sweaty college dudes all sleeping next to you will usually do that.) I am literally in a jock 24/7 just in case. I was under the blanket with 3 other guys but I knew I needed to jerk out a quick nut. I start playing with my hole and my cock and I feel one of the days start to get up. I stopped and layed in silence while he got up to take a piss. He came back with the same idea as me. He got on his phone and started looking through porn pics. I hear his dick plop out of his sweats and hit his stomach. I shift my body a little while still pretending to be asleep. Making my hand inches away from where his hip is. I eventually was gonna grab it in my “sleep” but to my surprise he turned to face me. Running his cock all over my hand. Making me close a fist around it and jack him off a bit. I make it clear that I’m awake and continue to stroke his cock. He reached his down my shorts and starts to finger my hole. I didn’t have lube. He was pretty decent in size but we both knew what he wanted. I turn my back to him. Lick my hand, and rub it over his rod. He does the same with my hole. He slides himself in and it hurts of course but he makes sure I don’t make sound by covering my mouth. I adjust to him being in me with basically no lubrications and enjoy him riding my ass. He fucks me super slow. Trying not to wake our brothers then I feel him tense up. His cock is throbbing in my hole and filling it up with his babies. He pulls out and heads back to sleep. I had to pee after the ordeal so I head to the bathroom. As I’m walking out after finishing up another brother who lived at the house tells me to come to his room for a second. I walk and offer a “what’s up man?” We end up just talking for awhile and I’m sitting on his bed. He gets up and locks the door and then climbs on top of me and starts to kiss me. He’s just in his boxers so I can feel how chubbed up his Member is. My shorts come off and I start teasing his cock head by running it up and down my hole. “Should I grab some lube? “ he asks. I nod my head yes. I lube only his cock up. And my slutty hole gobbles up his cock easily. He’s fucking me missionary style and my hands are on his ass cheeks. He gets close and whispers “I’m about to cum” he goes to pull his cock out but I pull his ass into me and he dumps in my hole. He laughs and says “fuck bro all you had to do was say to cum in you, I’ll do that anytime. “ I pass out on the couch in his room and head out full the next morning.
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I was wondering what you guys were fantasizing about when you first started to jerk off. I was born in the late 80s and porn wasn't really around when I started to jerk off as a very young teenager. Without really realizing what being gay was I noticed the good looks of some classmates and especially the older brother of a friend from the neighborhood. Two of my classmates would brag with their boners and how they could uphold a towel with their cock after swimming classes in the locker room. That was about the first time that I noticed how I was attracted to some guys. I would think about those short moments and jerked off so many times to just that. The other big turn on was the older brother from a neighborhood friend. He was a little older than we were (around 16) and quite a scally lad. He was smoking like crazy, burping, facial hair started to grow and I got so massively horny seeing him and being around him. Today I wish he had taken me at some point and make me suck his cock and then rape me. That hunk would have been the perfect first fucker and I still get hard fantasizing about how delicious his cock would have been and hearing him grunt while raping my little virgin ass.
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Do you remember your first time taking bare cock up in your ass? How was it feel? I had my many first times man-to-man sex when I lived with a foster family in the States in my 20s. I shared a queen size bed with the elder brother in the foster family coz the parents thought he could help me with the school work. However, he taught me sex education and shared a lot of stories about his hot encounters with the girls, sometimes he shared the details when his best friends were visiting. I love hanging out with them just to listen to their stories and they exchanged knowledge/tricks with each other or even comparing their cock size and asked me which one is bigger etc. We became very close but never cross the boundary. Sometimes in the middle of the night, he would accidentally hold me in his arms and realized it was me, he would let go and apologized. One day, I told him im cool with that. Maybe that was the best hint I could give and I love it! ever since then, he would hold me in his arms, we shared a lot of things before bed until we fell asleep. Many times I woke up in the morning, feeling his hard cock on my back, making me horny and I started to have dirty thoughts about having sex with him. Of course, he was curious about my sexuality as I never mentioned anything about it, nor talking bout any hot encounters. So he finally asked if I like man or woman. I told him as far as I know, naked women dont make my heart beats than the naked men do. I could see the curiosity on his face. We cuddled up, he asked so many questions from my experience to my fantasies, then he surprised me at this point by telling me he has actually thought about having sex with guys but never met one. He adjusted his body so that he's looking down at me, his face was so close to me and asked "tell me, have you ever kissed anyone before?" I shook my head and told him, I have zero sexual experience. He smiled and asked again "Do you want to know how it feels when you kiss someone?" I pulled my naive card out and said yes but I dont have anyone to experience it with. Then he asked me to close my eyes and next I felt his soft lips touching mine, his big lips mounted on mine, sucking it softly before his tongue unsealed my lips, immediately his breath rushed into my mouth, little stink but to me its the taste of a man. i remember i moan softly. Thats when he rolled his body on top of me and the tongue was all the way inside my mouth exploring. He's definitely still one of the good kissers i know today. The pillow talks between us continued after kissing, he has more questions about me and from the Q&A we figured out im more of a bottom. He took my first kiss and then not long after that incident, one day, I was on my knees sucking my first cock with his guidance to make him feel good. He didnt cum in my mouth. He always pushed my head away, let me watch him stroking and cumming on his chest and belly, then let me smell it but I never get to taste his cum. We have been kissing, cuddling, sometimes giving him bj, thats all. That has slowly fulfilled my fantasies one by one and I started to fantasize about being fucked by him. This day has finally arrived, the parents were taking the kids for a trip during school break. We chose to stay home because the brother told me he will teach me more about sex. When the parents left, he handed me a bottle of liquid and asked me to clean up myself before he came home from work. This first lesson was the beginning of my real sexual life. He explained sex between him and his girl and demonstrated it using my body. He held me from the sideway, we kissed, touched, all these are nothing new to me until his warm hand rubbed my thigh and moved to my ass. His finger touched my hole. it felt good, he ran his finger on the surface of my pink hole, back and forth, up and down. my heart was pounding. Next, i felt his warm shaft, the head replaced the finger, rubbing on the hole, the sensation was a bit different and of course it was his precum. This is my favorite part of his explanation where he gets excited rubbing the hole and he will ooze so much precum on his girl's pussy, it keeps buiding up until its wet enough to let him enter. I wanted him to enter me so badly, i wanted more of his precum! i asked how can i make more precum out of him. He made me kiss him, apparently, soft lips and the kissing turns him on a lot and very soon my hole was wet with his precum. He pushed the head on the hole instead of rubbing it, the more he poked it, i got itched and wanted more and he did give me more by entering the head. I was in heaven for a second till his shaft stretching my tight hole, i regret coz its painful and the thought of having him inside me has gone lol. Anyway, he's so good at this, he didnt push further but pull out, using the head to slowly slide in and out. In between some pushes, he would pushed further. Few minutes later, I must be too tight so he grabbed a brown bottle, telling me it will relax me my muscles which will remove the pain. I took a hit of it, another hit on the other nostril, suddenly i felt like im going to pass out but at the same time, I want him inside me again. At this point, his head was pushing passed the limit, holding it there and sure enough, when the poppers kicked in, i felt my body pulling his manhood inside me. I pushed back a little as he held me tight in his arms and fucked me slowly. "Do you like it?" i nodded and moan softly. When the poppers effect has gone, I realized he didnt wear condom so I requested him to put it on. His excuse was, he produced enough precum to guide him inside me, if he pulled out, his cock will get soft and we would be done. Of course I wanted him to continue. He said he's good and can control himself for not cumming inside me and added that I will not be pregnant if he shoot inside my guts, told me not to worry. I believed it and took another hits of poppers and i started to enjoy his full length of 7.5" inside me and making love to me. Each time he drilled, I wanted him to go deeper. This time, he suggested that when he grabbed the brown bottle next time, i would obey and sniff hard on both sides of my nostrils, i submitted. It felt so good having him on my back, fucking me slow and deep... His breath became heavier followed by his whisper on my ear "it feels so good, my girl usually let me cum in this position" "Do you hold till last second and pull out to shoot?" "Depends, she loves it when i dont pull out" He grabbed the brown bottle, took couple hits and passed it to me. I sniffed harder than before as he told. He pushed so deep inside me as my ass was rubbing his hairy pubes. Instantly, I became slutty and asked him to fuck me. He didnt pound hard but did the short slow stroke while whispering and begging "I'm getting close, I'm going to cum, please, let me cum inside you? please?" Thanks to the poppers, i wanted it but didnt agree to it. The thought of his bare cock thrusting in my hole and having him spray his cum inside me hasbrought me to the climax and I started cumming on the bed sheet. He started to pull out, i shouted "dont!" but when his head reached the edge, i felt his cumshot in my ass as he shot from the hole deep inside me while slowly pushed all the way back in and collapsed on my back, continued to make love to me. We fucked again in the morning. whenever he didnt meet anyone, I was his backup. He never asked, when he rubbed his precum on my hole, i knew the mating process will follow and I would let him. He also told his best friend about what we did. I will share the second part of the story when I had sex with his best friend.
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I only have a sister but my fantasy has always been that I had an older gay brother who would fuck me senseless every night when we were sharing a room. Or a gay cousin or nephew (I have one, who is fucking gorgeous but straight as an arrow). I saw some messages here from guys who had sex with relatives. Question here is: did you have sex with your brother, cousin, nephew, uncle, father or whatever and is it still going on or something from the past and you stopped? If it is still ongoing tell the stories. If you stopped, why?
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Did your dad, brother or friend ever share the fact that you had sucked their cock and expected you to do the same?
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This is great story that I am sure I rescued from BugShare. Its by PozIndyDad 40 and I hope he is on this site as this is a really hot nasty story. I hope you like it as much as I do:cool: __________________________________________________________________________ So You're Dirty, too? [/url]by Cute young looker. Great smile. His myspace wall told how fucked up his family life was. His photos went back a few years. He'd always been cute and was growing up nicely. He craved attention. That was his weakness. And the devil's foothold. So we talked a lot, to warm him up. He was 25 miles away and that made him feel safe. He'd started smoking bud the first night he got fucked, by some older teen in his truck on the farm. As I learned more about his life and his sex life, I learned it was fueled by pretty much any substance he could get his hands on. And it was always bare. He was a bottom boy. And had been with a couple of dozen guys. Always led the top take the lead. And they always took him bare. He liked to talk late into the night. Especially when he was on some pill. He enjoyed telling of his sexual exploits to someone who didn't judge. About how taking guys bare scared him, but he was too submissive to even ask if they were clean. He just let it happen. I taught him a new term he quickly picked up on: just putting out. And so one night I asked, "Daniel, what would happen if you knew ahead of time the dude was dirty?" "I'm always horny for cock," he said. "And I'm always fucked up on something. So I'd probably just put out." He was always horny. And fucked up. And he had that insatiable desire innate to true bottom boys to just get cocks up in him. That's why the two older, bear daddy gay neighbors had been showing him the ropes. That's why he had been putting out for older guys on a4a. If he was horny and high--and you had a dick and would pick him up--he had learned to just put out. One Friday night he started texting at midnight. I was out with a mid-twenties poz bro. A vers kid I'd trained and shared. He found it hot to read the texts over my shoulder. I took my iPhone to myspace and showed him the boy. He said, "Daddy, may I have a little brother?" We worked the leather bar. And I kept texting the bottom boy. He was at home in bed. And was very curious what we were up to, out cruising for men together. He kept saying he wanted us both to fuck him. I kept telling him he wasn't ready yet. I kept making him work for it. Beg for it. And finally this text came through: i know u r poz daddy I showed the text to my bar boy. He took my hand and placed it on his rock hard crotch. "Let's knock him up," he said, while chewing on my ear. Ever the dark predator, I let the text hang there. Knowing this bottom too well by now. He was in his bed. Fingering his hole. Rolling on pills. Probably liquored up. And horny as fuck. Within minutes, he fought to sustain the conversation: itz ok. rite after we met on myspace i got warned about u and then: thats y i told u that i jus put out By this point, I could no longer keep my bar boy in a leash. His juices were flowing. He was a good boy. We both needed some fresh meat. So I texted the bottom boy to get his ass ready and sneak out. We'd be there in 20 minutes and take him back to my place. As I drove, the stoned little horn dog sat next to me. And reclined his chair, so he could make out with bar boy in the back seat. While I pawed his junk. Soon, his PJs were to his ankles. My finger slid past his hairless junk into his hairless crack. And he was pre-lubed--just like I'd told him I expected my boy to be. As I fingered him, he said, "I do listen, like a good boy, daddy. I read our texts over and over, cumming again and again to your dirty talk." We got to my house, I pulled in the garage and bar boy dragged him from the car nude. By the time I got to the bedroom, that clean little hole was ripe for the picking. I started kissing him, he pushed me to my back, and settled into the saddle for a long, nasty ride. The smooth little fucker clawed my chest hair and rode me--just as I'd told him a good boy would do. He played with my balls while smiling at me, remembered it was a turn on. So I drove my bare, poz cock even deeper up into him. I talked dirty to him--and it caused him to ride and grind even harder. He was more of a moaner than verbal, but I do remember him asking if I thought he was a good boy for just putting out. And I told him that he was a good boy. When I got close, he started begging for my load. And drove me nuts, I drove my 7 up his. And flooded his young boypussy with vile man cum. And he loved it. He fell to my chest, kept me in him and lay his head there while I ran my fingers through his long, dark hair. Once I went soft and slipped out of him, bar boy straddled me, lined himself up and took his turn. I kissed the boy for what seemed like hours, while my dirty prodigy went to town in his freshly fucked hole. Eventually, bar boy flipped the kid on his back so he could drive deep, pummeling his poz cock into that kid while I watched. After I got up to take a piss and grab some soda, bar boy brought hit home and bred him good. Joining me in the kitchen, he smiled. "Guess what he said as I started to shoot, after he begged me to cum in him?" I shrugged, nonverbally asking what the kid had said. "He stared right into my soul with those piercing green eyes," said bar boy. "And asked, 'So you're dirty, too?"
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