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I'm a chub cumdump that's visiting Austin May 14-17 from San Antonio, I will be staying at the Motel 6 on 35 & Rundberg. Stats: 26, M, Chubby, HIV/STI neg on PrEP, 5'11 I will be hosting from May 14 at 4pm until May 17 at 9am I may take some breaks in between the timeframe Guidelines No loads refused No PNP No watchers or lurkers you must participate or you'll be asked to leave Filming or taking pics is optional but faces must not be shown No bottoms Poppers and lube will be provided You must have a ride to get to and from my hotel room If you plan to bring a plus one ask if the person can come along if they do they must participate or leave (as stated in #3) No flakes I reserve the right to deny entry or remove you from my hotel room at my discretion For a faster response, you can contact me; Twitter: @satxthicbttmjoe Phone number: (210) 570-9182 Telegram: t.me/joejo210 Snapchat & Kik: jrodgersatx2014 If I don't respond I'm either asleep, with someone, or busy.
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Just sucked a nice load out of a married cubby hairy guy with thick uncut cock in a department store. He fucked my face and then pulled out almost all the way but shot his tasty load with his cock in my mouth which I gulped down immediately. Now I want more
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Author's note - it is my intention to serialise this story. But this post is the first two chapters. Determined to forget I was head down, bum up in the dark room of Wet on Wellington in Melbourne. I could barely make out that about seven men were leaning against the wall - watching the show. The stranger jack hammering into hole as precum leaked out of my cock on to the vinyl fuck-bench. I couldn’t tell you if he was wearing a condom - to be honest I was past caring. His moderate cut cock was as hard as granite and he seemed determined to fuck me as hard as humanly possible. I could tell he was Asian - he had straight pubic hair and he was clearly into me. I wasn’t there for pleasure - I was there to take loads and move on from the past. He was hitting my prostate with every stroke in the most unpleasant way I could imagine. Frankly, it just hurt - not even liberally huffing amyl helped. But the pressure meant my cock was leaking - precum continued to dribble out of my foreskin onto the vinyl. I kept moaning with every abusive slam - not for my top - but to entertain the barely visible silhouette around the edge of the room. This was a hate fuck from a man who I would never recognise - but I was determined to take it to show the crowd that even self-loathing chubby guys have their charms. To distract myself from the punishment I was taking, I started to think about how I got here. In June it became obvious that Covid was back. My suburb was one of ten going into an extreme lockdown for two weeks to save the city from a second wave. The political system seemed determined to cover-up how, why and even who was responsible for our predicament. I was angry and scared, and frustrated that the white-wash would mean other places wouldn’t be able to learn from our mistakes. And on day two of the two week lockdown, I was washing up. The man I loved and had lived with so long told me “You’re just not the guy for me - we’re a bad match”. Those two weeks lasted 147 days - and my city is still living with restrictions. The rules were so strict it was illegal for me to move out of our home. I couldn’t stay with friends and I couldn’t even check into a hotel because they were all closed. Our only break from each other was an hour of ‘outside exercise’ every day - in the dead of winter. It was even illegal to get a haircut. We both tried our best to be kind and civil during those 21 weeks - but the fact remains for nearly six months he and I were caught in a cage-match - I was trapped somewhere I wasn’t wanted, feeling hurt and abandoned, and he was trapped with someone who he once loved, came to resent and now desperately needed to escape. It was crushing for both of us. I had been with him for so long I had forgotten who I was without him. The most sensible thing to do was to live in a manner directly inverse to the life that we had built together. I rented a fancy apartment in the middle of the city centre, got myself on PrEP and downloaded the apps. In short, a few weeks from my 42nd birthday, something had snapped in me and I decided to take every cock I could find until I forgot who I had become with my ex. Moving day My grandmother’s voice swirled in my mind - ‘When you move house, always pack a bag with a towel, soap, sheets, toilet paper and a pillow - your first job is to make the bed - the rest is a bonus”. I included my prep, a toothbrush, an old towel, a bottle of lube, and a fresh bottle of amyl in the bag. After making the bed I had a shower and started working on my plans. I installed Grindr, Scruff, BiggerCity, and Growlr. And, then I did what the old me would consider unthinkable - I set my username in each app to “I can host”, and promised myself no matter what, I would say “yes” to any man who wanted to come over. As I pottered about the boxes - “ding” from a guy called “thick” on Growlr - “Hey”, he was 100 meters away and reported his age as 54... “Hi - how are things?”, I replied… “Good - just shopping - got any pics?” I sent him a series of photos - one my cock, one of my butt, a few of my unremarkable face, and a body shot that showed I was a chub. While I would say yes to every man who wanted to come over, I wasn’t going to deceive them. Yes, my heart was broken, but my integrity remained intact. He replied with three photos - one of a thick looking cut cock, another of a middle-aged body that looked like it was taken 15 years ago, and a clothed photo in front of Sydney Town Hall where all the cars in the background were from the mid-nineties. I reminded myself of my obligation - I would say yes to every man who asked. My thumbs flicked back to the chat, and tapped out “nice cock. What are you looking for?” He rambled and I decided to cut to the chase. “I’ve just moved into this place and I’m looking to get fucked NSA” He took the hint and about ten minutes later, the doorbell rang. He was not 54, but he was chatty. To break the ice (and to shepherd him into the bedroom), I gave him a tour of my new home. He wanted to do foreplay and he was bad at it. Mercifully, after about 15 minutes of quite dull, uncoordinated fumbling our clothes came off and I’m pleased to report the cock was as advertised. I presented myself - taking a doggy-position at the edge of the bed. He started to rub his hands all over my body. I slathered lube on his cock and my backside. I reached for the amyl bottle and then he started to speak again… “Do you have a condom?” I thought about it for a moment - I had some somewhere in the apartment, but everything was in boxes, the boxes were in a random order and so I answered truthfully. “No. I’m on Prep, so does it matter?” Saying it out loud changed everything for me - in that moment I knew I was serious. I simply huffed the amyl and waited patiently. My suitor seemed confused - but he was leaking precum and obviously ready to go. He dropped to his knees, and started to eat me out like a man who hasn’t had a meal in weeks. While his tongue was opening up my hole I realised he had finally shut-up, and so I enjoyed the peace and quiet. He stood back up and started to rub his cock all over my crack - leaving a trail of precum. I kept huffing the little brown bottle. He slid into me a little too quickly, it had been months since I had been fucked - and I was living for it. He thrust into me somewhat artlessly. I started to moan because despite his lack of technique, I could feel a certain tension leaving my body. My moans must have turned him on because he got harder. “You like my thick cock, chubby slut?” “Yeah, please keep fucking me, man” “All you chubby boys are the same - look at you, you’re a dirty slut, taking a random cock bareback” Well he wasn’t wrong. I clenched my hole around his rod that somehow was getting harder still and suddenly my moans became real: I was loving being dicked down by a stranger. He kept pounding my hole, and we were both getting a light-sweat. “I’m getting close - where do you want me to cum?” My hole was singing - yes, it was slightly sore from the stretching, but after months of bad porn and being caught with my ex, it was finally being used for its intended purpose. I was ready to say something acerbic like “Really dude? Take a hint” but, then I became aware of my voice in the room “In me” And then, without so much as a thought, I heard myself begging “Please cum in me - I need you to breed my hole. I want you to dump your load deep inside me. I need your cum.” Somehow, the truth had escaped while I was thinking about how I’d be sarcastic. He slammed as deep into me as he could - and then I felt his cock pulsing. Pulse. Pulse. Pulse. Pulse. Pulse. Finally, two or three weaker pulses. He collapsed on top of me. I gently squeezed around his cock - I was determined that every drop of his seed would stay in me. He withdrew. I turned onto my back and relaxed. As he caught his breath, he started to yammer again. Eventually he asked me if I wanted to go on a dinner date with him sometime. “No thank you, I’m just not in that place at the moment. But thank you so much for coming by today and giving me a load. Do you need me to walk you out of the building?” “I was hoping to get to know you better” I lazily motioned at the boxes in the corner of the room and said “mate, I’ve got a lot of work to do - some other time, perhaps?” “Umm, ok” He put on his shoes, and started to move towards the front door - but not before hugging me. A hug that I didn’t want. I managed to overtake him in the hallway, and open the door for him and escorted him into the lift-lobby. I pressed the down button. “You’ll be right to get out of the building?” I asked, in the form of a statement. “Yes” As I turned to return back to my apartment, I found myself speaking “Good. Well thank you for dropping by” Before he could reply I had closed and locked the door to my apartment. Something else had shifted in me. I didn’t want aftercare. I wasn’t attracted to him. In fact, something about him was just ‘off’ - maybe it was his misleading use of photos from the 1990s? I wasn’t annoyed or ashamed or having been fucked by him - although I found his need to speak very annoying. It was just that he was no longer relevant to my day and I was done with him. Then there was that unmistakable tone from my phone - Scruff. My hole had cum still in it - I was coated in lube and I opened it - a 21 year old was 12 meters away and had messaged me “Hi. I love bigger guys”...
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28 270 6’1 chubby sub bottom. Hosting tomorrow in Aliso Viejo. I can host from 1pm-3pm. dump & Go. ass up and blindfolded Send pics to 949-315-9086
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I'm near Dallas and have a huge fetish for fucking and in general using big white guys (from slightly chubby to really fat) any age young to old. I find that a chubby guy is usually very willing to do whatever it takes to get laid. I kind of like the lack of self esteem and smell of desperation they can have. So many guys are into skinny, muscled or fit guys when a fat guy can be a much easier and less attitude of a lay. That said, I can't find many in the area. I also really like their small dicks. It's definitely very emasculating for them while of course beefing up my own ego. I'm very non-attitude type of guy, but I enjoy the role of being the object of affection and sex for those less visually "perfect". I have one nearby that I use exclusively as for a good anonymous blow and a really good tight hole to fuck, but would love to have some variety. Maybe we can even swap or share some guys. Anyway, if you're a big guy or just also into big guys...let's chat!- 16 replies
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Hey guys! I am a chubby cigar smoking bottom bear look8ng for other cigar s.okers in the Phoenix area! I have always wanted to be load3d up by a cigar smoking man. Be awesome to get a group together for some fun! Interested? Shoot me a message!
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Hi. im a 33yo chubby guy mostly bottom and I’ll be staying in hotel on Brick Lane E1 Monday 25th Feb (this coming Monday) and will be free all evening and night. looking to host tops for anything goes taboo fun. I love being bred, love piss in mouth ass or over me, and a host of other stuff i can do anon breeding no problem kik and wikr is Pr2lad85 ill consider anything. im a chubby guy so if ur not into that I’m not for you.
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Older, married men are usually my thing. I had only had sex with two other men before this guy, bot with condoms. Both times kind of sucked. The condom hurt and really detracted from the experience. This changed when I met my first regular fuckbud. 45 years old and married. Big and manly looking. Real sexy. He also had an amazing cock. We got together once and fucked with a condom. Definitely not bad but the condom still felt rough. But it was definitely the best fuck I had so far. I definitely was open to another encounter with him. A few weeks past and he sends me a text of his perfect, uncut cock followed by "I'm free, lets fuck." I instantly got hard. I told him to hurry over to my place. My cock was throbbing. He gets over to my place and instantly undress right in front of him. He grabs my ass and squeezes it firmly. I then got on my knees and began to pull down his pants. His cocked burst out of his underwear and I looked up at him with lust as I held it. "Your cock is perfect. You make me feel so slutty." I began sucking it as hard as I could. I felt it grow in my mouth, felt the blood rushing with every flick of my tongue. I could taste his precum slowly seep out. I sucked until it became impossible feeling his throbbing cock inside me. I made a final slurp. Looking at him while rubbing his hairy, exposed, stomach I moaningly asked: "You ready to fuck me like a slut." "Yes, I love fucking my slut." The thought then dawned on me. I did not have a condom that would fit him. While still on my knees, throbbing cock in my face, I asked if he brought one. "Nope, I forgot." He said this with a joking tone. Something about it made me even hornier. I could tell he didn't wanna use one. I was scared at how horny this made me. His cock was so perfect that temptation pulsed through me. I knew I needed to see if one of my condoms would fit...or else... I then hurriedly went to my drawer and grabbed one of mine. I took the wrapper off and with a good effort tried to push it on. It wouldn't go past the tip. It limply feel off unto the ground. Instead, my vision was filled by hot, uncut, bare cock. A moment passed before he spoke: "I promise I won't get you pregnant." This sent me over the edge. I started jerking him and in slutty moans: "Lets fuck like men. I wanna feel you bare." Getting on my knees over the bed, I heard the opening of my lube bottle. Then came the squirt of it flowing into his hand. Then came him applying it both to his cock and my ass. Each moment that ticked filled me with more lust and desire. I was at the point of screaming. My whole body was shaking. He began teasing my ass. His bare tip flicking on my hole drove me to insanity. "Please baby, I wanna feel you." With these words, he began his first thrust. It was slow and deliberate. It was one of the hottest things I have ever felt. Instead of rough rubber, I felt soft skin. He was the widest cock I had taken up to that point, but bare, the soft flesh filled me in a much more gentle, erotic, way. It felt so much more personal. I loved feeling him in a way like his wife only knew. It was like I was in on a secret. That whole first stroke felt way longer than it did. As his tip reached the top of the thrust, I moaned: "Oh my god. Oh my fucking god. I feel like such a slut." "Yes you are. You are my slut." He then went into his normal fuck rhythm. But this time I felt so much more of it. There was no pain to distract me. Only pleasure. I interrupted my moans: "Promise you will come in me. When its time, cum as hard as you can in me." I noticed he got harder hearing this. I felt him grow more erect inside me. Each thrust made his cock swell more and more. I could sense his cock was getting ready to burst. I began riding it as hard as I can. I hear his voice from above: "I am gonna cum." I respond: "Keep your promise. Fill me up baby." And with that I felt a warmth hit the back of my prostate. This made me cum instantly. I felt each subsequent thrust fill me with more and more warmth. I felt everything. After that he pulled out and got ready to go. When he left I got up and felt his cum running down my leg. The feeling made me want it all over again. We fucked two more times. The last time we fucked was my last bareback. I have been wanting it again. Live in Skagit co, WA. If you are older or married and need a chubby bottom boy hit me up
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My first breeding was a lucky find through Craigslist. I had always fantasized about being bred by a big black bull. The more interesting part was the role play fantasy I had thought out. I got it all typed up and posted. A couple days went by with no answer and I had almost given up hope. I had figured that my weight had turned people off. I'm not huge, 257 lbs, but still, I was self conscious. It was weird because I liked being talked dirty to about my weight during sex. I get off to guys calling me their chubette, or cow. On the third day, my luck changed. A guy named Mike sent me a relpy telling me that he loved my fantasy and would love to be a part of it. He said he would do his best to make it come true. So we set up a date and I waited. Part of my fantasy was to do it outside and in the woods. Creepy, I know, right? But we were both down. There I stood, burning a joint, I waited in my big back yard wearing nothing but my long black coat, butt plug inserted. Finally at about 2 am, Mike pulled in the driveway. He came around back and met me, grinning from ear to ear. He had already been smoking lol. We introduced ourselves and shared the joint. I asked him if I could see what he would be filling me up with momentarily and he smiled. He stuck the joint in his mouth and from the light of his phone, I saw him pull out an 8 inch clock about as girth as an extra large bratwurst. I was so excited. I had been masturbating with big dildos for a while. It was then that I revieled to him that I had never been with a guy before. He smiled, put one arm around me and pulled me in close, rubbing the head of his glorious cock against my chubby belly. I hadn't realized how tall he was until now. He was 6'4 and I'm 5'11. He was chiseled too. Damn. He just put one arm around back of my jacket, pulled me in for a kiss and gently pulled out my buttplug. I moaned in ecstasy. He smiled and said "Don't worry Big Bessie, I'll take good care of you." I smiled and said ok. He asked if I was ready as I finished the joint. I said yes and told him where I wanted him. He walked over behind some bushes and I backed into the shadows of the trees. I took a deep breath and arched my back, stood up on my tip toes and put on my best regal face, then I walked out into the moonlight. Slowly, Mike emerged from the bushes, now naked and approached me... and then proceeded to completely fulfill my fantasy and then some. "Good evening my queen," he said. "Good evening, sir" I replied. "Where is your husband this evening?" "He is away until the next full moon." He smiles. ".... Good" He then walks up, opens my coat, reaches inside with both hands and grabs my ass. "Sir," I protest. "What are you do-" he interrupts me with his tongue as he starts to lick my face and kiss me. He slides one finger in my lubed ass and I moan through his kisses. He stops just long enough to say "You're my queen now." He kisses me again, gently this time, I put up less protest this time. He then turns me around and runs one hand up to my belly and then he starts to rub his hand all over it. He kisses my neck and whispers in my ear "You are ripe for children... MY children. Tonight we will lay together and I will give you my seed. You will carry my children and be my queen." He then pulled me closer against him and kissed my neck. "Do you hear me, cow?" He asked. "Your utters *squeezes my tits* will fill with milk and your belly will swell and when you look down and see that cute jelly belly of yours has grown, you'll know that you're with a real king and you're carrying his baby like a good hoe." He kisses me again and quickly pulls up the back of my jacket. I look back at him and say "You're no king of mine." He laughs and said "Let's let your pussy decide." He then slides his cock up and down my ass crack as he pours on more lube. I moan in anticipation of that big cock I had seen. "There we go." He says as he pops the head of his cock in my and I gasp. "See? You already like it, don't you?" "My... my father would call me a whore." I whimper. "I'm your daddy now, my queen. And you can be my little whore. Now get that plump rump of yours over here. I'm about to Make you smile" He was rubbing my belly again. "Are you ready to be my queen?" He didn't wait for my answer, he just gently slip all the way to his shaft into my ass. I had taken bigger dildos, so it didn't really hurt, but oh my god, it was so amazing. Warm, thick and throbbing this god like big black cock was inside me and it was going to dump a load of cum in my fat ass. I moaned heavily. Taking it all in. He pulled out slowly and pushed right back into my gaped hole. "You see?" He said. "You can't tell it no, can you? You know deep down you want this. You want me to fuck you. You want to have my baby and be a chunky little slut. You want to do nothing all day except take this big dick. You know you want to be my cum dump, my fuck toy. Good news is, I'll play with you all day and wear this ass out." I look back and try to fight the fact that I'm actually enjoying this, I say "Just who do you think you are, fucking me in the ass like this? I am the queen and my add is not for you and I am certainly not carrying your children." He chuckled and continued."This will be your life *slowly pumping my ass whilst I moan* your ass is ONLY for fucking and it is mine." Finally, I pull away and run into the woods while I listen to him laughing behind me. I see the canopy up ahead where I put the big air mattress hours earlier. I make the left turn and then I'm stuck. I had run right into the mud (quicksand) that I had set up that day. "Oh no, quicksand!" I exclamation. He came trotting up behind me and chuckled before helping me out of the quicksand that had been up to my knees. We helped wipe me off and he then kissed me again. "You saved my life" I said. "I suppose I should thank you in some way. But I just simply can't have your children." He smiled and held me. "He is not your husband anymore, I am. You are mine now. I will take you back to my village and you will be my prize." He took my by the hand and lead me to the canopy and onto the bed where he sat me on his lap. "You are to be my concubine. You will now live for fucking and carrying my children. When I saw you in the moonlight, all plump and beautiful. But you are a whore for coming into the Forrest at night without clothes. You wanted this all along. And because you were unfaithful to your husband, a whore's life you shall live forever." He began to finger me again. He smiled at him. "Well, it can't be all bad. That cock filling my fat ass forever, I think I would look cute if I was all preggers." He smiled back. "As do I my plump princess. Are you ready to become my queen now?" I leaned into his kiss this time. "Take me away and fill me forever, my king." I said. He put me on mt back and buried his tongue in my ass, grabbing my legs while he ate me out. I moaned and moaned like the little slut I am. He the. Climbed up next to me and positioned me on top, facing his legs.... I started to ride him. He was so deep. I rode him forever. We changed positions so many times before he stopped and held me close and said "I'm about to cum, Bessy. I will cum inside you and then you will become pregnant with my child. Your belly will swell and you'll lactate as I said. You will be a complete bimbo and a slut but you will be mine. You will be my fat queen of sex. Your ass will clap for me and you will be fully mine." He rubbed my belly and suckled my tit. "I'm ready. This fat hussy and this deep ass is yours, daddy. Give this bitch your baby." He kissed me and Rolex me over on top of him, but facing away from him. He then hooked my legs and stood up, cradling me... he slowly lowered me down onto his glorious cock. It was as if my ass wanted it and just opened for him. He began giving me deep, heavy pumps. I moaned harder with every pump. I growled "That's right, dump it in my guts, daddy!" . I started to feel something twitch in my ass and then he pushed himself all the way in and thats when I felt it... warm globs of cum dumping deep in my ass, filling my belly with his seed. "I can feel it," I said. "I'm pregnant. You gave me your baby. I'm going to be one sexy fat cow. Actually I think I just felt my ass get bigger." He laughed as he played with my ass some more, fingering me, pushing every drop into my belly. I rolled around and put that wonderful cock in my mouth. I had to taste it. It was so good. I sucked and sucked until I felt something on my belly. I looked up to find him pouring baby oil on my belly and then my legs. He then started rubbing my plump round belly. I rolled around to face him and said "What are you doing?" And smiled. He smiled back and said "I'm thinking." "About what?" I asked. With that he roles my greasy body on top of did and positioned my well fucked boi pussy back over that monster cock. I looked up wide eyed and he said: "I think you have room for more than one of my children in that fat belly of yours. Wouldn't want to waste those baby bearing hips now, would we?" "But my king? I will already be so fat!" "You'll be fine *he rubs my belly* as a matter of fact you're not fat enough". He wraps his body around me and plunges his dick farther in my butt, he's so deep. Against my protest, he humps away and I moan and fall deeper in love with every thrust. I give up my fight and only trash talk him. "What make you think you're even worthy of this fine ass you're fucking? My body wasn't made for you." "maybe not, but this dick was made for you, jelly belly. Now be a good little piggy and open your ass up a little more for daddy. You know you want my to fill you up again." And with that I gave up and accepted the several more babies he gave me that night. I'm going to be such a cow.
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Looking for porn with chubby guys taking it raw
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Mr. sumo fed me yummy baconator, fries, dr. pepper, chocolate, chips, cookies and vanilla root beer. then he fucked me all day long mmm it was very sexy to be his pig and cumdump. I'm going to fill with as much cum as I can piggy. mmm yes yes yes Mr sumo. he fucked and fuck then he cummed in me mmm is was very hot and good. we had a good time
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on my b day I had lots fun with chub4bears. we got nude then he said to suck his cock. I suck until he got hard. he moan mmmmm yeah. then he fucked me first with my legs up then on top of me then on all fours. chub4bears: happy birthday going to fuck u all day. mmmmm that feel very good ooo ooo oooo yes yes yes. he fucked faster and faster. when he cum in me he, said time for your birthday gift. it felt very good then I sucked the cum off his cock and he licked my cum hole. we kissed with cum mmmm mmm mmm. it was yummy
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Any top guys into chubby bottoms around London?
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woke up next to my daddy. we kissed for while making our cocks hard. i sucked daddys cock. he moaned mmmm oooo baby. then daddy sucked mine. i moaned ahhh daddy yes. then daddy kissed me with cum from my cock. mmm mmm mmm. Daddy licked my hole getting ready to fuck me with me legs up. daddy says baby im going inside u now. daddy fucks me slowly then faster and faster. ooo daddy yes daddy yes. Mmm daddy make me your cumdump. daddy says mmm yes baby. Daddy cums in me. mmm daddy that feels sooooo good. Shooting load after load in me. ooooo yes yes yes.
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I met piggy at grommr. we talked about what we like and we met at his home. I brought snacks to feed him. We got naked, hugged and kissed, then I fed him chocolates, doughnuts and soda. After that I tied him to the bed and fuck him. I fuck faster and faster, I cum in him. Oooooo yes that's nice piggy said. the I untied him and he licked my cock. he likes to to fed and being a cumdump.
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Is there any chubby bottoms here in palm springs for the big men event that wanna get bred? I am a willing top and always looking for big assess to fuck. Love holding onto a big ass and load it up. -
I was born in '65, between the end of the beatnick era and the beginning of the hippie era. I had my first orgasm, and then my first piece of ass, while still in high school. As I reached eighteen the scourge of AIDS had began big time. My father was a doctor who had been among the first to see the first casualties in our city. Dad perused the latest news about the disease, and after learning about it he lectured me about safe sex, including getting a steady girlfriend and using latex condoms. I myself was scared shitless when I read the first news about AIDS in the papers and weekly news magazines. At eighteen I started biting my nails, not because I was nervous, but because I knew I would be masturbating a lot and didn't need the pesky dead white on the ends getting in the way of a good wank. I also progressed beyond heterosexual sex by discovering gay sex. I already knew I was cut out to be the Top in relationships. The old hackneyed stereotype of gay men being limp-wrist-long-nails sissies who want to be women was a crock of bullshit. Getting my cock sucked by a man and fucking ass made sex with women as boring as what time it is. The thought of being penetrated, whether orally or anally, turned me off, especially after trying the bottom role just once each hole. By the time I was nineteen my father had found out that getting fucked in the ass was the primary route to catching the HIV, but my family hadn't yet found out I was gay. I masturbated alot and even joined circle jerks, being careful to choose mutual masturbation partners who kept their nails under control as in bitten or clipped to the nubs like mine, especially after a friend had his dick cut by an errant fingernail of a mutual jack off partner in a previous session and then caught the bug by fucking a cunt after a poz man had cum in it and pulled out. I never went for the fad styles of other guys under thirty, instead opting for a classic clean-cut appearance because it was also part of my employer's grooming standards. So, we well-groomed men worked the sales floor, the longhairs and grungy guys and gals worked in the backroom unseen by customers. I would have liked a crew cut, but back then only old geezers and what some refer to as "challenged" had them. Unfortunately in my early twenties I contracted the virus from a cut and found out from a routine test at my yearly physical. I went on meds and was told that even on meds I could infect someone. After getting that devastating news I had primarily masturbated, as well as received blow jobs and fucked an ass maybe once a a month or so, almost always while wearing a condom. One thing I had wanted to do was join the annual Beach Frolic outdoor orgy at the nude beach where the fuzz and the security guards, instead of harassing the adults having sex in the huge fenced-off festival area, did their jobs keeping minors, rowdies and other undesirables away from the area. I was twenty-five when I finally had the chance to go there, the previous years' plans having been ruined by one thing or another. Now that I knew I was positive, I decided to fuck more asses because I liked how good an ass felt around my dick, and I also enjoyed pumping my seed into asses at least as much as I enjoyed using someone's mouth for a cunt, cumming in a mouth, and then watching the cocksuckers swallow my load. I prepared for the fuck fest by not getting off for almost a week and buying a tube of lube that I could carry under a rubber strap on my upper arm. I wanted to get at least half a dozen loads off at the orgy, preferably in as many neg guys. I took a small lunch and bottle of water, dressed in a wife-beater, old cutoff jeans and flip flops, and carried my spare wallet which held a few bucks and my ID. I headed to the bus stop and caught the first bus downtown where I transferred to a second bus which took me and a few others to the beach. Once we got off the bus we started talking as we made our way past the crowded parking area to the gate. One guy there was a bisexual with his girlfriend. He seemed to express interest in me despite walking hand in hand with her. They both had long hair and looked like the hippies of two decades before. Another guy was a fat balding older gent who some would say was past his prime, but I could tell he was going to get his rocks off in someone. The entrance gate listed the admission price, as well as posted the rules. The admission and locker rentals were reasonable and the rules prohibited minors and animals, scat, prostitution/hustling, fighting, rape, glass containers, drunkenness, illegal drugs and pot and a few other acts and items. It also advised condoms and contraception, regulated fisting and the size of dildos. Nothing mentioned AIDS. I paid the admission price and my hand was stamped. A dollar locker rental trailer was one of the concessions lining one fence. I decided, that since it was a nude affair, and that my clothes and lunch would be safer in a locker, I gave the attendant my dollar and the key deposit, took the key which had a thick elastic cord like the ones at bathhouses and joined others on a couple of long benches in front of the lockers. I stripped, put everything in my locker and slathered on the sunscreen with the help of another guy whom I helped with his. That done I put my sunscreen in the locker, strapped the key to my upper right arm and my tube of lube to my upper left arm with the two-inch band cut from motorcycle inner tube that happened to fit just right. The usual smells of suntan oil, sea air, etc. filled the air, but the scent of poppers was also evident. I stopped at a drinking fountain to tank up so I'd have enough to both keep hydrated and enough to give someone a golden shower or a drink of warm beer on tap. I walked through the place giving it the once-over. Most of the heterosexual action took place near the entrance, the bi-action further on where the row of porta-johns was located, and most of the gay action was at the other end where, of course, I ended up. Some revelers were simply laying on the ground, or sitting on towels shooting the bull, others were engaged in various sex acts. I noticed the fat old man I had seen at the gate was foot-69ing with a college guy, each sucking each other's toes as their dicks gradually hardened. About then I found my first conquest, who was a tall guy, about my age, with long hair and a beard. He was standing near the loosely-defined boundry between the gay and bi areas. He wore a wedding ring, but that didn't stop him from cruising me. "Hi" I said, as he gave me the once-over. "Hi. You a Top?" he asked me. "Positive." I replied, wondering if he knew what I meant. He knelt right there, sucked my cock into his mouth, giving me good head. He seemed to love sucking my cock and I stood tall and proud, looking at the top of his head and his long undulating hair as he pumped back and forth on my prick. My balls felt good on his beard. After about ten minutes he got tired, and accepted my suggestion that I take over and fuck his ass. He agreed and even had his own lube. He lay on his stomach while I smeared lube on my hard penis. I then mounted him, put my dick to his hole and let my weight drive it home. He flinched just a little. Later he mentioned that mine was the first cock he had had in his ass for a couple of weeks, and that I had made his ass feel real good. I would have liked to cum in his mouth and have him swallow my load, but I figured I'd have someone else's mouth for that. As it was, I expected him to suck my dick clean after I finished cumming in him. As I fucked him, another male-male couple lay near by. Unlike me, the Top in that relationship rolled a condom on his cock before they began fucking. However the guy I was fucking seemed oblivious to safe sex, which worked for me. I had already pozzed a couple of neg asses and discovered how more intense was the orgasm when I fucked a guy raw, and how much better my dick felt when I pumped my charged load up a neg ass. I sure enjoyed fucking poz and neg holes more so than before I caught the bug. Even though I lacked a beard I considered myself better looking and more masculine than the asshole I was fucking and simply enjoyed myself as I fucked him to a good feeling climax and then pumped my first load of the day into him, my penis pulsing with excitement as I filled his most likely neg. hole with my potent spunk. I thrust numerous times after my I ejaculating to make sure my sperms' loads would enter his system before resting and pulling out and helping him to his knees so he would suck my dick clean. Even though he failed to kiss my cock and balls he did suck it clean and then went to fuck his wife. The other couple were still in the middle of their fuck when I left to find a watersports bottom to empty my bladder on or in. The watersports area was right at the shore where the waves came up to dissipate at the bottoms laying or sitting in the wet sand at the feet of the Tops standing over them. I walked past the straight action and a pair of lesbians to the gay area where a bottom was laying on his back while several men stood around him urinating on him. Nearby another bottom was on his knees with a man's dick in his mouth, his adams apple bobbing as he gulped the stud's piss from his dick. The pee-drinker then sucked off of the man's cock and kissed it. Both then left. I stood waiting for someone to come drink my piss but since nobody came I joined the other men giving the bottom a golden shower, aiming my piss at his crotch adding to the piss in his pubes. I headed to the rimming area where a row of rim chairs were set up. Two men and a woman were getting rimmed, and a couple of rimmers were under vacant chairs. I sat on the chair with a man under it. He seemed to like my ass so he kissed and rimmed it for a while. A man sat on the chair with the woman under it and we shot the shit and a woman came and asked who wanted a blowjob. The man who had just sat down said he did and the woman began blowing him. About fifteen minutes later a guy came and asked to blow me and I accepted his offer. He gave good head and I could have cum in his mouth while the ass-kisser under me did his duty, but I wanted to pump my poz sperms into someone's ass - unless I could find a cocksucker with some sort of open sores in his mouth that would facilitate my virus entry into his systems. "You take it up your ass?" I asked the cocksucker. He answered saying he didn't, that it was too painful and besides he didn't want to catch AIDS. Sad to say he was just the kind of dude I would have loved to pound into the sand. I thanked and then dismissed the cunt mouth and stood-up, thanked the ass-kisser for making my hole feel good, and headed-off for another piece of ass. I stopped to watch a couple of men who looked to be about 60 years old fucking a twenty-something twink who was laying in the sand, on his stomach. The men had shaved their heads a the week before and all of them showed male-pattern baldness. One wore the type of glasses men wore in the 1960's, the other one wore dark glasses similar to the other man's and sported a little beard. The first man nutted in the twink's ass and pulled out. They kissed and the second man mounted up and had his turn while his partner stood by. I watched the man have his piece of ass and the one standing up remarked how good my hardening dick looked. I thanked him and commended him and his partner on their studmanship. It took about ten minutes for the second man to nut in the twink with a series of hip-thrusts that showed how great shape the stud was in. A minute later he pulled out and stood up. The two men stood with their arms around each others shoulders while the twink got to his knees and sucked their dicks clean and kissed their cockheads and scrotums. By that time my dick was throbbing. "I think I'll have a piece of him." I said. "You might want to think twice. We're positive and you might catch it through your dick" said one of the men softly, so the twink wouldn't hear. "Thanks. Then again I am too. Was he negative when you fucked him?" I replied. "Don't know, but he's gonna be poz now" one of the men said with a sadistic grin, fondling his dick with his free hand. We hugged and french kissed. By then my dick was oozing precum. I pondered adding my cum to theirs but the twink swished off. I had come to the beach not just to get my rocks off but specifically to get my HIV off into neg holes. Then again I knew that most bottoms and versatile guys would already have been pozzed by the time I got to them, so I decided that fucking the twink after these two men would get me a good orgasm. "Hey you!" I said before the twink got too far away. He turned and returned when I beckoned him back. "Yes?" he asked. "Suck this and back on yer stomach" I replied. The twink obeyed and I slid my hard penis in his mouth, let him suck it, thrust a couple of times and then pulled back. He lay on his stomach, I mounted him and felt his great hole as my hard turned-on dick slid in the cum of my mature new friends. I hilted myself up his ass and then fucked him. I could hear some slurping as I fucked away. The two men watched me fuck their conquest and then praised me when I shot my cum up his bum, adding it to theirs. It was a great feeling orgasm - as if I had pozzed an asshole I knew was negative. I thrust a number of times after pumping my initial volley into him and rested a moment before withdrawing. "Great fuck, young man" the men said in unison as I stood up. "Thanks. Likewise" I replied as the twink got up, sucked my dick clean, kissing it and my balls, just as he had the older men, and then swished away. "He's also good at licking our feet" one of the men said. "I'll need to have him lick mine" I replied, smiling at the thought. They agreed and we split off, but not before asking to exchange phone numbers. The thought of being on a team with them and other men gang banging a negative hole was a good turn on for me. Since I now had over half an hour to kill, I got myself my first beer of the day, figuring I could give someone a drink of beer piss after my next load. The two old men headed to the rimming area and surprisingly I found a guy in his forties, and not too bad looking, who was into orally servicing mens' feet. He led me to a beach chair and told me to get comfortable. I settled myself and he brushed the sand off my feet and set them in his lap. Even though my feet weren't sweaty after a day's work, they still felt great as the guy brushed all the sand from between my toes, sucked and licked between them and licked my feet from toenails to ankles. It as a great way to sip a beer while reloading. While getting my feet taken care of a team of men were setting a woman on her back in the bisexual area and another team of men closer to us were setting an effeminate fella on his stomach. The two groups were about twenty feet from each other. The first man of each team had made their respective targets suck their cocks hard and the man who was going to fuck the poof was greasing up his meat. The first man in each team then mounted his respective target, entered and fucked. The woman looked a little past her prime of youth, a bit haggard and likely on dope. The fem guy under the other man looked more enthusiastic, almost as much as the twink who the two old studs and I had fucked. I enjoyed the scene while my feet enjoyed their servicing. About half an hour after nutting in the twink, my dick started hardening as the foot-licker was finishing up on my relieved feet. Three men had nutted in the poof and two in the woman. My attention was mainly on the men fucking the fairy and I was glad their group was closer than the hetero fuck. Other men lined-up after the first studs finished, so it looked like each hole was in for a long train. After having had his turn, one versatile guy felched cum out of the fairy, and I noticed some scuzzy dude did likewise with the woman. The foot-sucker was finished and asked me if I wanted my cock sucked. I asked him if he wanted to get fucked and he declined, so I let him suck my cock, but not to orgasm. His mouth felt as good on my cock as it had felt on my feet. I was tempted to let him suck me to completion but then I asked him if he had any toenail cuts in his mouth. He said he had only a couple after doing several pairs of feet that morning so I decided I needed to give him my load after all, thinking my HIV would enter him via those toenail cuts in the roof of his mouth. My dick felt good as I lay there getting sucked off. I would be halfway done when he swallowed my cum. I relaxed and admired the team of men fucking the fella up his ass. A couple of men demanded a blow job, so after he sucked clean the dick of one man he remained on his knees to suck off the next man. Two more men also wanted blow jobs so the fella sucked them off too. The third man he sucked was a tough cummer so the punk was tired from finally getting his load. I wondered if the man knew he could likely get off quicker by holding the cocksucker's head and fucking his mouth the way we men fuck any other cunts. Luckily for me I was able to bust my third nut in my guy's mouth is a mere fifteen minutes which was quick for a third load from a cut cock especially from a blowjob. I fed him a decent load of cum and held his head and thrust my dick in his mouth to smear my cum into the toenail cuts in the roof of his mouth to give my HIV a better chance of entering his bloodstream and infecting him. He then swallowed and sucked off of my cock and kissed it the way he had kissed my feet and toes. "You're excellent, guy. If in the future you want more of my feet or meat, we can make a date" I told him. "I would love that. You're a sexy stud" he replied as I got up. By then I needed to take a piss but he didn't like drinking piss so I thanked him and looked for a pee-drinker. I ended up back at the watersports area. Nobody was there so I hung around until someone came. Just my luck it was another Top so we shot the shit. He was actually waiting for a woman to piss on or in but just as our bladders were straining a middle age man came along. He wanted it from the tap so I was able to take a nice piss while the other guy capitulated and urinated on the man's head soaking his hair, neck and back. We men shook hands as we finished and the urinal sucked off of my dick and kissed it before settling on the sand. I went into the water til it was chest-high to wash off the piss the other man had splashed onto me when dousing the bottom's head. I went and rested on a grassy area with some other guys who were reloading. A couple of guys, including a man in his sixties (who bragged he had gotten off twice in as many hours and was resting up to pop his third load), struck-up a conversation with me. The other man, a personnel manager, discussed the differences in sex with and without condoms, agreeing with the older man and me that they made more work, especially for us cut men. After our conversations I got up, bid my new friends a good fuck and ambled off, making my way to a spot where a couple of guys seemed to be ready to get it on. One guy looked like a "dumb twink" and the other guy resembled a glasses-wearing nerd a few years older than the twink. As I got closer I could see that the "nerd" looked less than healthy, the sign of an AIDS sufferer who wasnt on meds. He and the twink were negotiating a buttfuck. As I watched, the nerd sucked the twink's dick hard and then lay on his stomach. The twink then mounted him, entered him and fucked him, handsome youth conquering someone inferior to him in looks and health. Since I was reloaded I stood at a discrete distance and watched the twink take the man's part in the fuck. About five to ten minutes later the twink hilted himself and grinned as he pumped off what I figured would be his last negative load in the geek. I had hoped the nerd would fuck the twink but they seemed about to part after the twink pulled out. The asshole didnt suck the twink's dick clean. I decided that if the geek wasnt man enough or wasnt able to fuck the twink I would try for my piece of twink ass. I walked up to them and joined a couple of others who were congratulating the twink on his conquest. I also glanced at the sand where the geek had lay to see if he had cummed from getting fucked. I didnt see any signs of cum. "Do you also get fucked?" I asked the twink. "You can fuck me if you like" he replied. That was all I needed so I had him suck my dick hard and leave it wet with his spit. He said he hadn't been fucked in over a week so I lubed up my dick while he lay where the geek had lain. I then mounted him, put my dick to his most likely neg hole and entered him. I looked up to see the geek admiring me while rubbing his dick. I fucked the twink, slamming it in him and varying my angle to make sure I put enough fissures in his rectum to make it easy for my virus to enter his system. I fucked that fella good, enjoying being admired by three or four men while I built up to my climax and then ejaculated in the asshole, my penis pulsing with pleasure as I injected my virus into him. After my initial spurts I resumed thrusting for about another minute before laying on his back. I saw the nerd now rock hard. I wanted him to fuck the twink and add his AIDS to my virus in him. I nodded to him and he leaned over. He got the message that when I pulled out he would mount up and have his piece of ass. I withdrew as he got on all fours beside me. As I dismounted he moved into position, mounted the asshole and then entered him. His dick slid in and he grinned at me like he was thanking me. He then fucked the asshole. Knowing the geek was full of virus and was going to pump it into the twink, my dick started hardening again even though it would be over an hour before I was ready to shoot another load. Halfway through the fuck he geek had to rest a moment, but he resumed and looked happy that he knew he was going to cum. A man who was watching left, but another guy, a somewhat nerdy man, joined us, his dick hardening. The geek fucked faster, sweating and breathing hard and then finally got his rocks off in the twink's ass. The man grinned from ear to ear while he pumped his disease-carrying sperms up the asshole. He thrust until spent although not as energetically as I did. It was mainly because he wasn't in the flip-top shape I was in from working out in a gym, eating well, religiously taking my meds and my physical job in a warehouse. After resting, the geek pulled-out and I helped him up. Someone rudely remarked about AIDS and the travesty of the homely sickly geek infecting the beautiful twink. I dismissed the punk who made that remark with a dirty look. I then held up the geek's hand like a referee holding up a winner's hand in the boxing ring. He clenched a fist and a couple of poz guys cheered. The geek then hugged me and thanked me for facilitating his conquest of the twink, saying that he couldn't get hard enough to enter unless the hole was stretched and lubed well for his dick. I was glad that the geek got as much praise for fucking the twink as I got and that the twink had got for fucking the wimpy sickly looking geek. I knew the geek didn't have many friends, although he was a nice guy, so I asked him to see me later on. I then said the same thing to the twink who had just graduated college at twenty-one and said he had been negative before we fucked him. He then asked me if I knew for sure the nerd who fucked him was poz. I said it looked like he was. "I guess that's what I get for letting someone like that fuck me" he replied. I didn't really tell him I was poz, nor did I tell him my jizz had an equal chance with the geek's of infecting him. He then headed to a refreshment stand while I met up with a bear of a man I knew. We had a beer with our lunch and shot the shit for an hour. He said he was afraid of catching AIDS but that he felt he was lucky so far in that he still weighed well over 250 and he was mostly a Top. I reminded him of the old saying 'You can't judge a book by its cover', adding that the 'sickly look' doesn't happen for several years after the initial infection. I asked him if he had had a really nasty flu, to which he replied not as an adult, and that he had came of legal age a few years before the pandemic hit. I then had to tell him I was poz when he asked me to put my meat to him. He blanched but didn't look like he wished he was somewhere else. I declined his offer, not wanting to infect him. Since I had busted my fourth nut I knew I'd need much more than an hour to reload, and as both of us were sleepy after having had lunch, we took a nap under a tree on a clean sheet of ply wood someone had left after fucking some asshole on it. We awoke about an hour later thanks to some college kids chasing each other and kicking sand on our legs. "Looks like nap time's over partner" my buddy said. "Well, I gotta look for another hole to unload in, anyway" I responded. "Well, sorry you can't do it in me" he replied. "There are other guys. You need to fuck someone or get sucked off too, partner" I replied in encouragement. We hugged, kissed but just on the lips and separated, looking for our next conquests. After less than ten minutes a young less than masculine chubby hit on me. We got to talking and he said he loved dicks in his as, and also mentioned he was trying to lose weight. He also bragged he had sucked a dozen cocks over the past couple of days but wanted one up his fat ass, which hadn't been fucked in half a week. He sported long blond hair, blue eyes and clear nail polish as well as lacked facial hair and had shaved off his pubes front and back. I had the perfect weight-reduction solution for him right between my legs. We found a clear spot on the sand between a couple of twinks who were 69ing and a fairy who was blowing a man. The chubby guy sucked my dick to hardness and I just let him blow me for a while. I was a bit tired from the previous four fucks and he was a really good cocksucker, like most other fat guys I'd let suck my cock. I figured that after enjoying his mouth pleasing my penis I would then shove it up his ass and be able to thrust enough in there to open up enough fissures to pass my virus into his bloodstream, enjoying a great orgasm as I shot my poz jizz into his ass. I could easily tell that he was enjoying sucking me off as he held my thighs and hummed in delight while his head bobbed back and forth on my love-shaft. About fifteen minutes I told him I needed to fuck his ass. He opened his mouth, pulled back and kissed my cock head. He then lay on his stomach on the sand while I greased up my hard penis. I spread his fat ass cheeks, spat on his hole, settled between his spread thick thighs and leaned over. Placing one hand on his upper back I guided my dick to his hole with my other. He barely flinched as I drove myself in. He just lay on his back and began thrusting. Having him fellatio my cock at first helped me, but I knew I'd still spend enough time roughing-up his rectum before shooting off in it. His fat ass rippled when my pelvis slapped it a few times as I fucked him. His ass was tighter than most holes, which also helped. I fucked him good, sometimes varying my angle both side to side as well as up and down so my penis would tear his hole a little more. I then got my urge and let my hips take over as my pelvis slapped his fat ass with each quickening stroke. My dick was feeling good as I neared my climax, fueled by thoughts of how he's look after a few years carrying the virus I'd pump into him. A few more thrusts brought me to a great feeling orgasm as I kept thrusting to inject as much of my infected spunk up his fat ass as possible. I knew that I wouldn't be shooting as much as my four previous loads so I needed to make every spurt count to make sure I infected him. It was a good feeling penis-pleasing climax, the feel of my penis pulsing with pleasure from each spurt of HIV-positive cum I managed to pump into his big receptive ass. About a couple of minutes after my first spurt I was spent, my entire load having left my penis and now infecting the fat asshole I enjoyed fucking. I rested on his back which felt good under me like a good semi-soft mattress. I thrust from time to time while he said I was one of the better studs and that some pulled out right after cumming. Of course my reason for remaining in him was to facilitate forcing my sperms into his rectal walls to pass my HIV into him. Knowing I was changing his life by fucking him had been an extra turnon for me and my prick which was still buried up his ass. About fifteen minutes later I finally pulled out and dismounted. I stood up and he got up, knelt and sucked my dick clean and kissed it. "Next time I blow you I want to swallow it." he gushed as I tried to suppress a grin. "I'll be glad to feed it to you." I replied. As we parted I pondered staying to get off a sixth load. I had shot half a dozen loads a few years earlier, before catching the bug but it was just to enjoy getting my rocks off. Now I was a few years older and my intention was not just to get off but to have great feeling orgasms by pozzing neg holes and feeling the power in my loins to change the lives of the assholes I pumped my virus-laden cum into. That previous fuck-a-thon had resulted in a reload time of well over an hour and a half, almost two hours before I got that last load of the night off. I also pondered whether I'd still be shooting enough virus to infect someone. If I did it would be worth my while. I went to get a drink of water, then to my locker to get the last of my lunch. I had some junk food which I took out and then headed back to the gay area to watch the late afternoon action. I found a spot where I could lean back against a large boulder and watched a fat man laying on his back getting sucked off by a hippie-looking dude and an "old auntie" laying on his stomach getting fucked by someone in his twenties. The crowd had thinned out some and a couple of men were lamenting their sunburns. I was glad I had slathered on the sunscreen. I folded my arms and sort of dozed off, waking about an hour later to some yelling. I Stood up and saw a bunch of men holding someone down at the shore while several people of both sexes urinated on the person. A security guard went and broke it up and reminded the group that all sex acts, including watersports, needed to be consensual. I needed to take a piss so I waited for them to disperse and then walked to the shore, where I hung around and waited for a bottom to come by. Some scummy looking type came and asked me to put my cock in his mouth, but I declined, saying I would piss in his face and open mouth. He accepted and knelt before me with his mouth wide open. I started by aiming for his mouth, and then the rest of his face, and then soaked his hair, during which time he stayed put. It was one of my best pisses I took this side of someone drinking from my cock in his mouth. As I finished pissing a man I had talked to earlier joined me, putting one arm around me while aiming his dick with his other hand. The urinal remained in place as my buddy added his piss to mine. Once we were done the bottom kissed our cocks and we left. I had another half an hour to kill so I cruised more or less aimlessly, including looking towards the entrance for any late entries who might make their way over to the gay area. I knew that most bottoms and versatile guys already here had been fucked and likely pozzed. I contemplated calling it a day and maybe cruising a bar for a fresh neg hole when someone who looked like a bodybuilder came across to the gay area. He wore speedo-type trunks and sported coiffed bleached hair. As he came over he scanned the bi area looking for potential studs and kept moving, entering the gay area. Most guys were looking at his crotch wondering what kind of meat he had. I was looking more a this face and mouth since I'm a Top anyway. A couple of guys in the bi area had hit on him and then some in the gay area. "I'm looking for an inner rectal massage, not a rectum to massage" he said. I grabbed my cock and he looked at me, smiling. I nodded and we started talking. He lamented that most didn't realize that the buffed-out studs aren't all Tops. I told him I fucked all kinds of guys from drags to he-man bears. "Then you can fuck me. I'm nice and tight. You up to the challenge?" he asked. "You need to suck it hard, then I'll fuck you" I replied. We went to a vacant spot and he knelt and sucked my Joe Average cock to hardness and fellated me a bit, then he kissed it and leaving me all wet. He then stood-up, shucked his trunks, and asked me what position I wanted. I told him on his stomach. He lay and spread his muscular legs and I knelt, spat on his asshole and mounted him. He was tight, but relaxed his hole to ease my entry into his snug ass. I shoved it right in as he stifled a wince. Once hilted I began fucking him, all the while thinking about how my dick would spread his hole inside to make it easy to pump my virus into him. I fucked him at a leisurely pace at first, before I speed up, keeping a careful balance so my dick hard long enough to get off, while fucking him long enough to ensure his anal walls were abraded for my sperm to carry their poisonous load. I enjoyed having myself a good piece of his ass, fucking his tight, seldom-fucked hole. He may have been stronger than me, and able to win a fight with me, but here he was, letting me fuck him. I wondered if he even gave any thought to whether he would get infected by my sperm. I figured he was like the others who let their sex organs substitute for their brains. I fucked him for about ten minutes before speeding up. I thrust faster, taking full strokes, as he worked his ass muscles on my dick, as if to milk it while I fucked him. Another five minutes brought me closer to cumming and I powered my way to my final orgasm of the day, my pelvis slapping his firm solid ass, thinking to myself that the sound of our coupling was different from when I fucked the fat fella. I piston-thrust in him and my urge came upon me. I pounding him into the sand as I finally came, pumping my last load of the day up his ass. It was a good orgasm. I felt my dick shoot my semen into him in still powerful spurts. From the strength of my orgasm, I knew I had a good chance of turning him from the powerful strongman he was into a sickly diseased guy, just as would be the twink I had bred that morning, and just as the fat fella would wither away to less than half his weight. I thrust until I knew the last of my load had left my penis and made its way into his system as my thrusting penis forced my jizz and virus into his rectum and into his bloodstream. As with the other assholes I fucked, I rested on his back and thrust for a few more minutes before pulling out and dismounting. "That was a good fucking stud, you hit the spot" he said, almost gushingly but not as fey as the twinks I'd fucked. "You have a nice tight hole. You know how to make a man's dick feel good, buddy" I replied. My first two or three orgasms both here at the beach and the ones at the baths several years before I caught the bug felt good but as I fucked more ass I realized that my fifth and sixth orgasms felt amazingly better than my fifth and sixth ones at the baths, very likely because the chub, twink and the bodybuilder were likely negative. I felt that I had accomplished my goal. Of course I had no idea of how many of the holes I'd fucked had been pozzed before I fucked them, or if one of the neg guys I fucked would fail to catch my bug. I hit the outdoor showers and then headed to the lockers, dressed, where I exchanged numbers with some of the guys I had fucked, a couple with whom I had shared a bottom, and a a guy who was impressed with my looks. Once finished dressing, I turned in my locker key, retrieved my key deposit and headed to the bus stop. A few were at the stop and one guy struck up a conversation with me, and ended-up giving me his number. We shot the shit until we got off downtown and we each went to our stops to catch our buses home. The sun was still up when I prepared a good size supper. I thought of how good my dick felt when I fucked those assholes and let the cocksucker with the toenail cuts in the roof of his mouth suck my dick and how my virus entered them. I was semi-amazed that only one or two brought up the subject of HIV and AIDS, and that most guys were prepared to expose themselves to to the dangers of HIV - that they didn't even asking me of my status, nor had they asked me to put on a condom. I also figured that at least a couple of the guys I fucked were bug-chasing and wanted to take the chance of getting pozzed. They may have fantasized that a manly, masculine, strong gift-giver would enjoy fucking them, and the bottoms may have enjoyed feeling the power of my penis as I thrust in them and got my rocks off, injecting my dangerous viral sperms into them. Some may have even thought how great my dick probably felt when I ejaculated in them, the power of my loins driving it in them as they willingly let me enjoy pumping my life-changing load into them. As I began eating I realized that my dick was rock hard and oozing precum from thinking about the nice sexual pleasure I experienced when I fucked-up at least a portion of a guy's life when I fucking him. I was spent so after dinner I stripped and went to bed, and dreaming of the fun at the orgy, but the dream was mostly of waiting with men of all descriptions in an endless line to fuck a twenty-something pretty-boy's ass and mouth. Of course the dream ended long before I got to the head of the line but I was surprised to have morning wood.
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I was a janitor with the education department for a decade. I had started in the high school cleaning up after the snotnoses and then finally improved my lot in life by moving up to the junior college and adult school campus which was also closer to my apartment. I had known about one student starting when he was in the high school but as with the other kids I wasn't interested in wasting my time other than a polite "How's it going?" in passing. I mostly ignored the kids since most were of low morals, surly, dopers and hoodlums. The adult school and college seemed to have brighter and nicer students. The main requirement was being over eighteen to attend the adult school or college, as well as passing basic tests to enter the college. The student I had known of in the high school befriended me when he was eighteen and a half while attending the adult school. He was pretty good looking, about 6' tall, somewhat slender, and had the long blond hair most young guys seemed to sport back then. I myself was just over 6', 275 lbs, just beginning to bald and gray and fifty-one when we first talked to each other. "Jim." I said when we shook hands. "Rick." he replied. His hand seemed small in my nail-bitten bear-paw, almost like shaking hands with a woman. It was a week later after our after class chats when he came on to me. I rejected his advances politely but I did help mentor him so he could finish his remedial classes and get into the college. A year and a half later he began classes at the college. I continued to see him since the college and adult school were on the same campus with the college on one side, the school on the other and two middle buildings and the big gym being used by both. Rick was doing good with some of my help and finally graduated from the two year junior college with an associate degree. We hugged on his last day on campus and I didn't see him until two and a half years later. The thing about that was that although he had earned another degree at the four-year, he was whoring and hustling. I was in town and happened to see him. He thought I didn't know what the area was so he smiled. "Hi Rick" I said as I hid a smirk and wondered why he was selling sex instead of getting a job. "Hi Jim" he replied and we shook hands. He seemed a little dirty, not as kept up as he had been on campus. He had worn a preppy outfit including white shirts, a sweater-vest, dark slacks and leather sandals. On the street he wore pastel shirts, the sweater vest and dark slacks and loafers instead of the sandals or sneakers. He had cut his hair shorter. We talked a while and I saw him again a few weeks later. He then asked me if I wanted to get my rocks off. "I don't pay for it" I told him. "It's on me, Jim. I'll admit I had the hots for you for ages. Now please fuck me" he gushed as I tried to hide my astonishment. We went to an abandoned parking garage where whores and dopers did their thing. In a somewhat private corner of a vacant parking space between the wall and a seemingly abandoned pickup, he knelt and unzipped my jeans and fished out my uncut dick. I had some cheeze under my foreskin but I enjoyed that great feeling when a good cocksucker licked and ate it from under my hood and off my prick and swallowed it. He ducked his head under my gut, sucked my dick into his mouth and sucked on it while inhaling my sweaty crotch. My dick felt really great as he licked and sucked on it til it was hard. He opened his mouth and pulled his head back. "Want to fuck me up my ass?" he asked. "Sure. But you'll need to suck it clean after I cum" I replied. "No problem, stud" he grinned. I was glad we never kissed knowing what he did with his mouth. He stood up, dropped his pants and bent over the open tailgate of the old pickup. I spat on his asshole, stepped up to him and inserted my dick up his ass which was quite loose so my dick slid right in. I gripped his hips and hilted myself, flexed my fifty-five year-old love-muscle in him and fucked him. I fucked him easily, enjoying adding the fella to my list of conquests. I pumped his ass for about five minutes, slowly increasing my pace as I got closer to my climax. I grinned and pushed my glasses back in place and continued fucking him. My dick got hotter, closer and my balls drew up, then I then felt my dick swell and again hilted myself, gave some short quick thrusts and blasted my middle-age chub-bear cum up his ass as I held his hips, spurting my jizz up his hole. I held my position for a couple of minutes before pulling halfway out and shoving it back in to pump more spunk into his ass, which was a good cunt, better than most vaginas I've fucked. I thrust again, hilted myself, held my position and then pulled out. He stood up and thanked me for the fucking. "No problem Rick" I said as I stood facing him. He finally remembered to kneel and suck my dick clean. His mouth made my dick feel good all over again as he licked and sucked it clean. "I need to piss Rick" I told him. He didn't try to pull away so I held his head and soon rewarded him with my afternoon beer-laced piss. He gulped it good without letting any leak out between my shaft and his lips. I was satiated and felt great once he finished drinking my piss and sucking on my dick more until it was clean. He sucked off of it leaving it clean and dry and kissed it and my sweaty scrotum. "You're a good piece of hole. I'm glad you're doing good for the men" I said, as he stood up. He said he had tried gay sex in the four-year college and got his mouth and ass broken in there. He had been anally raped a month before graduating. He had been whoring since graduating the four-year college he had transferred to after graduating the junior college. He'd looked for a job and after a series of short term jobs and a stint in a small rock band he found that hustling and whoring was easier. "I have a buddy who might want a piece of your ass if you don't mind, same terms" I told him. He asked who it was and I told him my friend Clarence. He knew Clarence but as with me he didn't know the man would just as soon fuck him as look at him. Clarence had said he wanted to fuck him some day while we shot the shit on our lunch break. Rick didn't really want to do Clarence, but since he owed me he capitulated.
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Masculine stocky latino bareback bottom in Los Angeles looking for some fun. Close to Slauson and La Brea. 5'11", 220, shaved head, tats, beard, husky and hairy build. Looking for hot top that wants to fuck some ass. stockyltnbtm@gmail.com
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Masculine stocky latino bareback bottom in Los Angeles looking for some fun. Close to Slauson and La Brea. 5'11", 220, shaved head, tats, beard, husky and hairy build. Looking for hot top that wants to fuck some ass.
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I knew two chubbys named Bill. The first one who was also a personal friend who worked at the plant with me was "Slobby Bill" who looked like a glasses-wearing Marty Allen. Like me he was a Top. The other Bill was the one I fucked. He wasnt as fat and heavy as Slobby but still fat. He wore glasses like Slobby and I did and had a horseshoe of short blond hair circling his bald pate, a mustache, and bitten nails like Slobby and myself. We first met at the gay church and then saw each other at a Pride carnival the year before the carnival committee eliminated the ride concessions. One night he rode my bus almost all night and I reached behind to hold his hand as I tooled the green and white city bus along the route for two of my three round trips. Before he got off we made a date. I got off work, had supper, made lunch for the next day at work, hopped a but to his place,arrived and waited because he was late getting home, having had dinner and a piece of a less than masculine fella who then dropped him off. Bill had a small dick but because he was still more masculine than the fella he fucked he was the Top. He let us in and we hugged and kissed, then had a beer and went to bed. Our first part was him sucking my dick hard. I had face-fucked him in the mens room in the basement of the mall a month before so I was going to nail his ass tonight. After he fondled my dick to hardness with his manly nailbitten hand he sucked on it to get it spitty. I then added some grease while he lay on his stomach. I spat on his asshole and mounted him. I adjusted my position and slid my dick between his fat cheeks and lined up my shot. I shoved my dick up his fat ass as he flinched a little. His ass was a good cunt and I was able to hilt my seven and a half inches inside him and then fuck him. I felt great fucking my fat freind. His fatness made for a nice soft back to lay on which felt great under me. He was built for comfort and his hole made my dick feel good as I made love to him up his ass. I ran my hands along his corpulant sides and then held his masculine hands and fucked him. I increased my tempo and stroke, enjoying his love-tunnel and then got my urges, fucked him faster and nutted in him, that excellent feeling that is the male orgasm making my dick feel really good as I pumped my first load of the night up his ass. I could tell Bill enjoyed it as much as I did as I remained laying on and in him, thrusting from time to time. "You're a good piece of ass Bill." I said as I thrust a last time. "Thanks Hank. You're a good stud." he replied. We shot the shit for half an hour while I reloaded and I fucked him again. It took me longer to pop my second load up him but it felt just as good as my first nut. My dick felt right at home in him and he felt good under me. It was a nice warm night in July so we didnt need so much as a sheet over us to keep warm. I drifted off to sleep still laying on his back. I awoke the next morning, my dick all but flaccid but still up his ass. I decided to try a third fuck and began slightly moving my pelvis to get my dick to harden. It took awhile and Bill more or less remained asleep. My dick did begin to harden and I soon had it moving in his still cum-filled hole. He awoke as I began fucking him in ernest. He seemed a little disoriented but finally realized he had gone to sleep under me. I took longer, having just nutted twice a few hours before. It was worth it to fuck him again. I fucked him harder, faster, beginning to breathe hard and starting to work up a little bit of a sweat, but not much, as I piston-thrust in his ass. I drilled his fat ass good and finally came in him for a nice hat trick. My third orgasm wasnt quite as good as my first two but still felt good as well as put some wear and tear to his hole. After a few more finishing thrusts I went back to sleep and so did he. The sun started rising an hour later and I needed to take a morning piss. I withdrew, my dick saying goodbye to it's snug coddling host, and went to the john. A little plug of shit shot into the bowl as I began pissing. A few minutes later Bill came in the bathroom, wiped his ass good and stepped into the shower where he turned on the water, pissed in the drain and asked me to join him. I stepped in and he washed my dick and coddled my balls under the shower, then we washed each other's backs and then the rest of each other from the waist up. He washed my lower parts from waist to feet and I washed him as well. His dick did get hard so I cut off the water and jacked him off. He shot a good load which arced up and landed by the drain. We hugged and french kissed before turning on the water to rinse off. Unfortunately I never had another piece of him but I did take seconds after be broke a bottom's anal cherry and we later jacked each other off into some fem-queen's mouth before we fucked the queen's ass for our second loads and he/she sucked our dicks clean and drank warm beer from our taps.I regret not having a piece of his mouth because most of the fat guys who gave me head gave better head then average and skinny guys. I even gave him a break by not making him suck my dick clean, rim me nor drink my warm beer on tap.
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I was a 6' 270 lb. balding fat flabby middle aged man with glasses, mustache, bitten nails, uncut dick flanked by my often sweaty crotch, good sized balls and sported size 12 feet. I was the associate pastor and also coordinated youth activities at the church until I got sick and tired of snotnoses and teenagers and took over Young Adults which ranged from college age of eighteen to about 24 or 25. I wore suits at the church unless I was doing maintenance, social functions or the outdoor sports activities. Most descriptions of me over the half dozen years I worked at that church were pretty dorogatory, mainly fat, flabby, ugly, slobby, old geek, etc. At least some also described how great a man I was including crediting me for making the groups and the church as a whole a vibrant attractive venue to worship and party at the picnics and social functions, not to mention the bottoms who loved putting-out to men like me. One of my conquests was almost twenty in his second year of college. Rick was a slender guy with long blond hair typical of the 1970's, clean-shaven and nails that had never been bitten. Some compared him to a titless woman although he was just as masculine in skills and demeanor as any other dude his age. He just happened to have discovered that he loves bottoming, especially for us masculine men. I have no idea what exactly transpired but one night as we were cleaning up after a party in the social hall but as we finished cleaning up, I mentioned that my feet were tired and could use a massage. I sometimes wore leather sandals and sported huge toenails on my big toes, sometimes with dirt under them. Several had gotten a whiff of them in a locker room on a trip to the beach. My feet sometimes stunk but for some reason Rick's dick started getting hard. That night after getting home from the beach trip, having dinner and going to bed I had to get up, go to the bathroom and masturbate fantasizing of Rick sucking my big toe and licking the dirt from under my toenails and eating my toejam, then I'd fuck his ass, make him suck my dick clean and then make him drink my piss to express his humility to someone much more manly and superior to him. I had a good orgasm which I licked from my hand before pulling my shorts back up and going back to bed. One night at a young adults class party in the social hall Rick said he'd heard about my messing around and wanted in on the action. "Man my feet are getting tired." I said halfway through the party. I knew he had already given his cherries to men during his first year of college and gravitated to us masculine older men which left the twinks his age off his list of eligable Tops although he'd sowed his share of wild oats in quite a few of them. The last person from the party had left and I was locking up the doors leading to the parking lot. I turned off all but one of the lights and came back feeling tired. "Now that we're done, would you like your feet massaged?" Rick asked me. "Shit I'm ready for some. These dogs of mine could use it." I replied. We walked to a sofa along one wall. "Have a seat Rev." he said. I sat and he sat on the flloor before my feet. He untied the laces of my black oxfords and slipped them off. My foot odors wafted from them and my feet in their black nylon socks. He then peeled off my socks, snuck a sniff and layed them on top of my shoes. My dick was already starting to harden in anticipation of him sucking my big toes with their large nails and tasting and swallowing my toejam. He held my right foot by the ankle and massaged the top of it lovingly with his other hand, then put my foot to his face, runnning his nose up my sweaty sole and then between my big toe and the toe beside it while inhaling my smells and went down on my big toe before I could react. He sucked my toe and laved on it. If there was anything I loved more than someone inhaling the smell of my feet after they sweated all day it was someone kissing them, sucking my toes and eating my toe-jam from between my toes. I raised no objection as he licked my toe clean and fellated it, even licking some of the dirt from under my toenail. I had to reach into my pants to readjust my dick which by that time was at full-mast. He did the same in his pants and then sucked off of my big toe and took the remaining four toes in his mouth which amazed me. He licked between my toes, getting my toejam and swallowing it as well as licking some of the dirt from under the nails before fellating the four toes all at once. He licked under my toes where they join the balls of my feet and then sucked off of them. He licked the top of my foot, then my leathery sole which felt so good. He didnt tickle them at all, having learned from past sessions with studs who'd let him lick their sweaty feet. To him the taste and smell of my sweaty sole was as much a turnon as sucking my toes and eating the gunk he'd licked from between them and swallowed. He shifted his position a little and could tell my pants were slimey with precum from my dick. He licked my heel and ankle and finished at the top where the top of my sock was. He kissed my foot and proceeded to do my left foot the same way. As he switched feet I could see his bulge in his pants matching mine beneath my gut. I was even more turned on, fantasizing about his rectum snugging my cock after he finished my other foot. "Man you do good work. I wish my wife wanted to do this." I lamented as he licked my sole. "I enjoy it, especialy for manly men." he gushed before he kissed my sweaty leathery sole and resumed licking it. I felt like I was about to cum in my pants as he continued licking and sucking my left foot. Once he was done he thanked me. "My pleasure." I replied. "Is there anything else I can do for you Reverent Klicc?" he asked while staring at my crotch and caressing my knee and then thigh. "I'm going to need a moment to relieve myself if you know what I mean." I replied. "I would like to relieve you please." he blurted out. He knew just what I wanted to do. He seemed to ponder my request and then decided to let me use his mouth to lube it with spit. I shifted my manly bulk and thrust my pelvis at him. He unzipped my baggy jeans and reached in to find my cock which was hard. "Watch the nails bitch." I warned him as he pushed my shorts out of the way as we inhaled my ripe sweaty crotch odor. He was so in heat that I wondered if he'd cum before he finished sucking. He kissed my cock was thick licked bits of smegma from under my foreskin. I wondered when the last time he got off was. I was glad I myself hadnt hardened recently because feeding cocksuckers my dick cheeze was one of my big turnons, just like feeling how good my dick feels when they swallow my cum and drink my warm beer on tap. I stiffened in excitement as he sucked my cock into his mouth while inhaling my ripe crotch odors. I was glad I didnt take a shower before the party since I knew many bottoms hated the smell and taste of chemicals from soap, colognes, aftershave, etc. than they dislike a man's crotch odors. He licked the cheeze from under my foreskin and took my cock midway up to skin it back in his mouth so he could lick the rest of my cheeze off my cock. I flexed my love muscle in his mouth while giving an appreciative grunt. "Your mouth's a great cunt but I'm gonna fuck your ass to cum this time around and have your mouth next time we have time to ourselves." I said, He knew I had been sucked off before and I knew he was an experienced cocksucker. He pulled his head back from my now-cleaned cock and kissed it. We stripped. I lay my clothes out on the sofa and he folded up his clothes and lay them on the rug in front of the sofa while I greased my dick. He lay on his stomach on the rug, legs spred, with his clothes between them for me to rest my knees on. I then spat on his asshole and mounted him, settling my knees on his clothes between his knees. I ran my dick up his crack and found his hole. "I'm gonna enter you so get ready." I told him and let my weight drive it in. He flinched as I busted past his sphincters and on in until I hilted all seven and a half inches inside him. His hole was warm and snug, making my dick feel good as I flexed it before I commenced fucking him. I began fucking slowly, enjoying how good I felt beginning to conquer my latest piece of ass, my bulk and stength on and in him. The feel of his anus snug around my meat was damn near excellent, even tighter than my wife when I broke her cherry. I slowly increased my tempo, enjoying the feel of him under me as I took my piece of him. My dick was in seventh heaven so I knew I'd cum soon. I fucked him faster, taking almost full strokes, got close and then said,"I'm gonna cum in you. Get ready." He seemed to feel and sense my nearness as he seemed to tremble and his ass spasm and tighten around my dick and then I hilted it, thrust in short strokes and then lay on his back, my full weight on him, as I pumped my load up his ass. "That sure feels gooood! Take it all cuntass!" I said as I held his upper arms and thrust in his hole again. He seemed to enjoy me pumping my load him as I shot my sperms up his anal twat. The great feeling of being more a man in bulk, weight and actions than most men he serviced. I had been reputed to be self-centered and enjoyed using people and had proved that, but being the man-loving queer Rick was, we were a perfect fit. I thrust again to zark-off the last few sperms into his ass. A few minutes later I was spent and pulled out of him. I stood up and told him to suck my cock clean and kiss it, as if he needed to be told to do what he did for most men who fuck him. He sucked hard while pulling his head off it. Once his lips cleared my glans he kissed it and then coddled and kissed my sweaty balls which suprised me. "You're my kind of bitch. Put my socks and shoes back on for me." I said as I sat on the sofa. He sat back on the floor, kissed my feet one at a time, picked up my sock, kissed my left foot, put the sock on and then my shoe, tied it, then kissed my right foot and put my sock and shoe on it, tied my shoe and stood up. I was surprised as hell when he hugged me after we stood up. I hugged him back. I knew he wanted to kiss me but he also knew that most masculine Tops dont kiss bottoms or versatiles, knowing where their perverted mouths have been. I think he envied my wife who failed to appreciate her manly husband but then again most of us men dont do the things to our wives or girlfriends that we do with whores and sluts. He had another surprise for me. He said, "I want a drink of warm beer on tap." as he led me to the corner bathroom that had a shower stall and knelt before me. He opened my fly again, took out my prick, kissed it and took it in his mouth. He held my hips and I began pissing. I wondered what kind of sex life he had starting when he entered college as he gulped my piss. My piss wasnt much different than other piss. I knew he preferred the cocks, cheeze, cum and piss of us older fatter masculine men, seeing how he happily gulped until I finished pissing. He sucked the last drops out of my cock and swallowed before sucking off of my cock leaving it clean and dry. Again he kissed it, put it away and zipped up my trousers. We hugged goodbye and he went back to lick his cum from the rug in front of the couch. I led us out the side door, locked up and we each headed home. The summer was nice and warm so it was a really nice two blocks. Once home I went to our room and stripped. I went to the bathroom, checked for any stray cum or piss in my shorts and took a piss while thinking about how some of my cum might have leaked out of Rick's ass into his shorts. I went back to the bedroom and slid into bed carefully to avoid waking up my wife. I drifted off to sleep thinking about what kind of cunt his ass would be. Another "might makes right" story for sexual enjoyment. Barebacking in someone after having a bottom orally service my ripe sweaty feet felt really good.
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The summer was hot and muggy that fine day 35 years ago. I was in my forties, average and still looked a bit like the nerd/geek I was in college complete with my horn rim type glasses and nerd-pack in the pocket of my blue work shirt. Tim worked at the plant with me but had shoulder length blond hair and didnt wear glasses. Tim was in his early twenties, a couple of inches shorter than my just over 6' and about 165. At least he wasnt as effeminate as some others I'd shagged but still obviously less manly than me even though I was a geek. We had found out about each other at a Pride fest and that night I had pumped a load into each end of him. We had a date at a luncheonette a block from the plant. We had the late lunch period at the plant which started at one so at one pm we punched out and walked the block to a wooden building with a large sign that read "Hot Lunch." We entered and took seats at the the ten-stool counter. Harry the cook and proprietor was finishing up with last minute diners, one of whom gave Tim a smirking look that meant he knew what Tim was, on his way out the door. "Hi Harry." I said as I greeted him. "Hi Hank. That the piece you were telling me about?" he replied, pointing at Tim. "Yes. Harry, meat Tim." I added. Harry came over and took Tim's smallish hand in his big manly nailbitten bear paw and said, "Pleased to meat you." "Same here." Tim replied. "I'll be ready by the time you're through." Harry said as he hustled up our order. We dined on T-bone steaks with potatoes & gravy while Harry began cleaning up after the main lunch-hour crowd. I had been friends with Harry since we first met at a sex club where I had helped hold down a fairy who wanted to quit after five men had fucked him. Harry was sixth and needed to bust his nut in the poof so I joined four other men to help hold the punk on his stomach on the wrestling mat floor of the orgy room so Harry could mount and fuck him. He was further impressed with me when I wanted to go after him in his cum and that of the other five men who had fucked the punk. He traded places with me, helping hold the cursing poof in place while I mounted up and took my piece. I had a good feeling orgasm in that perv as did the other men who helped me hold him down after I pulled out. Harry was as masculine as they come with his bald pate, mustache and long sideburns, hairy beer gut, nailbitten sausage fingers, over 6 uncut inches, size 12 feet and a libido of a college stud. In the summer he wore a wife-beater, black short pants and black rubber sandals at work, in the winter he was attired in a more formal chef outfit complete with the hat. The fun started after we finished lunch. Harry turned the open/closed sign around in the front window, locked the door and we went to the men's room at the side in back as I unbuttonned my work shirt. The mens room had a urinal and a stall. One sink was opposite the urinal across from the door. The muffled sounds of traffic came in through the exhaust register in the ceiling over the toilet stall. We men started things off with a hug and french kiss. I felt his hot sweaty body as I wrapped my arms around him and felt his thick sweaty arms around me under my work shirt. A couple of minutes later our dicks were hard. We disengaged and Tim dropped to his knees, unzipped Harry's fly and took out his uncut prick. He kissed it as Harry inhaled with a smile, then sucked it into his mouth. He sucked it a moment, eating the man's two day accumulation of cheeze and left it wet with his spit, then stood up and bent over the sink. Harry and I spat on Tim's asshole. Harry stood behind him and lined up his shot. He shoved it right in and held his hips as he began fucking. I stood nearby admiring the combination of a masculine man fucking someone lacking in masculinity as Harry had a good piece of Tim. It was actually their second time together, their first being Tim sucking the man off and then drinking his piss. Harry's uncut meat gave a good performance as the man fucked the asshole to victory in just over five minutes, hilting himself as he pumped his gonads up the punk's ass. I could see Tim's five-incher stiff from getting turned on by getting fucked by Harry. I had my dick out as I watched the man conquer the punk. It was throbbing with some precum oozing out of it. I stepped over so Harry and I could french-kiss while his love-muscle shot the rest of his jizz up Tim who seemed to be having his own orgasm. Harry then thrust a couple of times, then pulled his spent love-shaft out of Tim who then knelt before him and took his semi-hard cock in his mouth to suck it clean. A few minutes later Harry grinned wide and held Tim's head and began pissing, filling his mouth. Tim gulped it all. "Great fuck and finish, Harry" I said as Tim sucked the last drops of golden man-nectar out of his cock. Tim then sucked off of the man's meat leaving it clean and dry, then he kissed it and his sweaty ball sack. The smell of man sex joined the piss and sweat smells in the tiny restroom as I had Tim suck on my dick. I was horny from joining Harry and needed some relief of my own. I pulled my cock out of Tim's mouth and had him assume the position as he'd done for Harry. I slid right up the asshole in Harry's cum just like at the sex club and hilted myself. I nodded for Harry to kiss me. We men hugged and french kissed and then I held Tim's hips and fucked him. Fucking in Harry's cum that afternoon felt even better than at the sex club as I pistoned my prick in the hole. I normally needed at least fifteen minutes of fucking to shoot my cut meat off but sharing a hole with a fellow masculine man seemed to cut the time Ineeded to get off almost in half as I fucked that hole. Ten minutes later I reached my climax and pumped my load up the asshole, my prick pulsing in pleasure as I enjoyed the ultimate feeling any man can have, the male orgasm. Harry and I french-kissed for a while as I thrust some more to pump the rest of my load up the asshole who seemed to have cummed from the fuckings we men had put to him. A few minutes later we men finished hugging and kissing and I pulled out of Tim's ass. Tim knelt before me and sucked my dick clean as he had Harry's. Like Harry had done, I held Tim's head and commenced taking a very enjoyable piss as he gulped it. Harry and I kissed again as Tim finished drinking my bodily waste and sucked off of my cock as he had Harry's, leaving it clean and dry, then he kissed my cock and sweaty balls. We men could have pissed in the urinal but pissing in someone's mouth feels so much better, almost as good as cumming in it, especially in someone less masculine than us. Harry and I hugged and kissed one more time, then we men zipped up whileTim pulled up his pants and fastened them. I buttoned up my work shirt and we left the mensroom. "That was a great fuck we had, thanks for bringing Tim. My nephew'll be here tomorrow to help me with the Friday crowd. He might want a piece of Tim too" Harry said as Tim and I headed to the back door. "We'll be here." I replied. "See you guys then" Harry said as we exited into the afternoon sun. We returned and punched back in with five or ten minutes to spare. I hoped Harry's nephew could cum at least as quick as Harry and I had.
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The cold holiday season: a great time to cuddle-up with someone. I had been at a party at work and had hoped to hook up with a fellow chubby to cuddle-up with as well as sink my shaft in and work up some body heat as well as get my rocks off but ended up with a somewhat skinny guy half my age named Jimmy. Two of the chubbies ended up with other guys but two fat guys had the luck I didnt get. There were about a dozen of us gay and bi guys at the party so we put pieces of paper with our names in a hat and drew names. There were three classifications. The bottoms' names were on pink pieces of paper, the versatiles were on yellow and my name and two or three other tops were on white. The hat was passed and we each drew names. A couple of us had to re-draw because we either drew our own names or a top or bottom drew another of the same type. Each time a name was successfully drawn the one of the man who drew it was removed and the remaining names shuffled. One chub got paired-off and two remained. The hat was passed and I reached in and fumbled around hoping to get a versatile or bottom chubby. I picked a piece of paper, took it out, read it and said,"Jimmy, you're my bitch for the night." Jimmy came to me and kissed me. I had actually wanted to add his twenty-two year old twats to my conquests a year before but he was frigid to me so I was kind of glad I was going to finally score him. After the names were all drawn those who didn't draw got the pieces of paper with the names of the men who drew theirs. The party went well, especially for over a hundred there. At midnight it broke up and we went home. Jimmy and I as well as others had both taken the bus to the party in order to dodge getting pulled over for drunk driving on the way home. My place was a convenient ride from the plant so we hopped a bus after a ten minute wait. I paid Jimmy's fare since he didn't have a monthly pass. Once the door to my pad was closed and locked behind us, we hugged and french kissed. Jimmy was versatile but hadn't done anything with his mouth other than sucked a friend of mine's cock three days earlier. I turned down the heat and we went into my room and stripped. I was a tad sweaty from my layers of winter clothing as was Jimmy. We then hugged and he knelt, got his head under my gut and sucked my dick to hardness. He left it wet and lay on my bed with a couple of pillows under his pelvis while I greased up my meat a little. I spat on his hole and mounted him. My cut average size 6" dick slid right up bis ass. "Who fucked you?" I asked him, feeling the cum in his ass as I hilted my dick in him. "John." he replied. "Good. He's my buddy." I replied, glad to have my dick in his cum. John and I had shared a number of bottoms and swapped lots of spit while sharing those holes. I lay my weight on his back and began fucking him. His asshole was good cunt so I enjoyed laying on him thrusting in his ass. I gripped his upper arms as he slightly adjusted himself under me. I also adjusted myself for optimum angle of entry and fucking and fucked away. A few mintues later I began breathing a little hard and felt sweat just begin to break out as I fucked him faster and harder. We were warming up under me, my chest and belly and his back and ass. I increased my tempo and stroke as my dick started feeling the pre-climax. Jimmy was taking it well with my 289 pounds on his back. I got my urges, took full strokes and hilted myself in him as I pumped half a dozen rapid-fire spurts up his ass before resuming thrusting to pump the rest of my load up him. I rested on his back enjoying the afterfuck. I knew he wasn't too comfortable but I felt fine not to mention how good my dick felt in him. "You're a good piece of ass Jimmy. Hope your mouth's as good." I said. He didn't seem to appreciate my complement but did seem to massage my dick with his ass muscles. Several mintues later I rolled off of him, my dick pulling out, now semi-flaccid. He got up and did his duty to suck it clean for me. His mouth was good and I started to get hard again but I knew that at forty-five I needed an hour to reload. I was sleepy now so I had him snuggle up to me in a spooning position on our sides with him backing up to me. I pulled the covers over us and draped my arm around him and we went to sleep. I swore I could feel him grinding his ass a little into my crotch as we went to sleep. I awoke at about four or five in the morning with a hardon. I debated on putting it to him or pissing first. I would have liked to put it in his mouth so he could drink my morning piss but he didn't like to drink piss, much as many watersports tops felt that they had the right to have their piss drank. I could have stuck it right up his ass and fucked him but didn't want to chance pissing before I was ready to cum and mess up my bed so I got up, went to the john, pissed and returned to bed feeling the cold, my dick still quite hard. Jimmy was awake so I had him suck on my dick a few minutes before assuming his position, then I fucked him again. I warmed us up with my efforts as I fucked his ass. This time I worked up a good sweat, as it took me longer to bust my second nut even though it was two or three hours after my first load. Jimmy took the fucking well, seeming to grin and bare it. It was worth the effort as my dick was feeling good and I felt good using Jimmy for my sexual pleasure. I slowly increased my pace as I enjoyed myself. Fucking faster and breathing hard I then slowed just a little and synchronized my breathing and thrusting. My dick built up and then I felt myself swell with pride. A few more thrusts and my dick shot my load up Jimmy's dick-loving ass. It was just about as good feeling an orgasm as my first one in him. This time I kept fucking as I pumped my second load up him, my dick feeling that great pleasure of the male orgasm. I thrust until spent, then lay on his back, my dick hilted inside him. He massaged my dick out of appreciation for my warmth and for fucking him. I rested and fell asleep for a half an hour or so until I started getting too cold because I'd left the covers off after cumming. I thrust for a bit, my dick just stiff enough to stay in. This warmed us up before I rolled off his back. He woke up as I rolled off and he remembered his duty to suck my dick clean. Once he finished I covered us back up and we went back to sleep 'til the sun was up. We got up and had breakfast before he went home.[/font]
