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Part 1- Contemplation and Preparation Tonight was the night. After nearly a year of fantasizing, research, and sleepless nights masturbating while reading countless stories of smoking and sexual debauchery, I decided to finally give in to my darkest desires. Standing in front of the nondescript industrial building, I forced myself to finally work up some courage and stepped inside, heart pounding. Taking in my surroundings, I noted how small the entry area was... dimly lit, with a metal security door to the right of what could only be described as a jailhouse-like window. In the corner, a sad-looking ficus filled up the remaining space. Muted, heavy thumping music played in the background, likely muffled by the door. The faintest smell of body odor, mixed with a faint undertone of floral-scented industrial bathroom cleaner, and what I could only assume was the scent of male sex. It reminded me of the movie Cruising with Al Pachino… dingy, seedy, and a little on the wrong side of dangerous. I slowly walked up to the window, promptly setting my cover charge in front of the attendant. I waited, looking at the man before me. He was maybe a bit older than me although much taller, with short cropped black hair, a large septum ring in his nose, and a 5 o’clock shadow surrounding a goatee, wearing a leather harness with a large, already lit cigar smoldering in an ashtray next to him. Tattoos adorned both of his arms, but the one on his left bicep drew my interest the most. Slowly, he looked up from his phone and gave me a once over before pushing my money back. “Sorry, probably going to want to go to another party there, pretty boy,” he sighed, turning his attention back to his phone, “I don’t think you’re going to exactly fit in here tonight. Maybe come back another day.” Even I had to admit that I probably looked out of place for the theme tonight at the sex club. Reddish blond, 5’7, young and fit but not overly muscular, clean cut, and more on the preppy side. However, I was on a mission tonight. Months of planning were not going to go to waste. I knew exactly what I looked like, and I was counting on using it to my fullest advantage. “No,” I said, patiently replying with the same smile I had cultivated working retail in my younger years. As I pushed back the money across the counter, I continued, “I know exactly what tonight is here. And I think I’m in exactly the right place.” Piquing his interest, he looked back up from his phone, grabbed the cigar, and put it in his mouth, one eyebrow threatening to arch up in curiosity before smirking. “Sorry, but you still need to be wearing-“ he started before I quickly cut him off. “Leather? Already wearing a leather jockstrap,” I said, before pulling the neck of my shirt down slightly, “Also wearing a leather harness.” Taking a large puff on the cigar, he blew out a large cloud of the sweet, acrid smoke in my face as he continued, “You know there are a lot of smokers in there tonight, and more than a few…” “Oh, I’m counting on it,” I replied before taking a huge sniff of the cigar smoke, cutting him off while staring openly at his bicep tattoo. “Well,” he said, grabbing the money, “I hope you get exactly what you came here for then, pig. Locker or room?” “I’ll take my chances with the locker,” I quickly replied, feeling my cock slowly start to stir at the banter going on between us, my mind going to dark, perverted places as I watched the cherry on the end of the cigar glow with each puff. He turned sideways, grabbing one of many small brass keys attached to the cheap plastic wrist keychains. Tossing it on the counter, he took another puff on his cigar before picking his phone back up. “Good luck fucker,” he said, smiling as I grabbed the key from him, effectively signing away my fate with that little key. “Thanks,” I said, more shaky than I wanted to admit, be it from anticipation, a little fear, or a ton of excitement. “By the way,” he called out to me as I slowly stepped back from the counter and began walking to the door, “I’m off at midnight. It’s a bit slow right now, but it should be picking up pretty soon. Hope you get exactly what you came for.” I could only nod as I grabbed the door and he buzzed me in, letting the sounds and smells wrap around me in their dark embrace. — Walking down the dim, cinderblock-lined walls, I looked around taking everything in as fast as I could. The music was thumping louder, and I could vaguely make out the sounds of men talking as I got closer to the locker room. The smell of sex was in the air. As was the BO, and a faint underlying smell of piss. Exactly what I expected from all the stories I had read, and people I had chatted with online. I could feel my cock slowly continue to stir under the leather jockstrap. I kept walking, feeling slightly like a fish out of water. Quickly enough, I was in the locker room. Looking down at the key, I found the number and made my way over to the corresponding locker. I quickly stripped out of my carefully picked shirt and smartly pressed pants, folding them up and placing them in the locker, making sure to pull out the bottle of poppers I had purchased online, stuffing it into the small pouch on the right upper harness. Locking the small metal door, I walked over to the large, full-length mirror attached to the concrete pillar across from my locker and took in my appearance. Black leather harness, perfectly framing my slightly muscular and hairless chest, with a single strap going across my chest, just above my pecs. Reddish blond hair expertly styled just barely messy to the side almost touching my bluish-grey eyes. My jockstrap, also leather, with its two yellow striped going back to my taint, divided by a zipper going down the center, and its straps just barely cupping my ass. ‘I look hot’ I thought to myself, taking in my features. That’s when I saw him. Well over 6 feet tall, buzz-cut grey hair, with a large mostly grey beard. Muscular with a tiny bit of fat around the edges. Tattoos everywhere, with a black leather vest and leather chaps, and a leather flat top with silver chain going across it. I could already see several large cigars poking out of the pocket of his vest, with what had to be the largest pipe I’d ever seen in his mouth, smoldering away as he left a cloud of thick smoke in his wake. It was him. After months of watching porn online, and reading what others wrote about my same fantasies, he was right in front of me—the man who would be instrumental in my long-fantasized self-destruction.
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Hey everyone, this is my first attempt at writing here... please let me know what you think and feel free to comment. I plan on updating as often as possible. -- PART 1: Enter the Bear’s Den Taking a deep drag off the large, black cigar in my mouth, I let out a deep moan as the large, hairy bear now presently deep in my formerly tight ass slammed home one last time before announcing to the room he was cumming deep in my hole. I rested my head back, nose-jetting the thick acrid cigar smoke that I had just filled my formerly pick healthy lungs with and proceeded to rub my cock. I winced a little as the fresh PA now piercing the head of my dick moved from my slow jacking, which caused me to clench my hole involuntarily, trapping the thick throbbing member in my hole, milking the bear of his cum. The other men in the room cheered with words like “Poz that neg hole…” and “Fill up that cum dump..” as I took my cigar from my mouth and ran it over the new tattoo inked across my stomach. “Cumdump…” I thought to myself, smiling and thinking of the freshly inked words still throbbing on my skin, “definitely fits who I am now.” My transformation into the inked and pierced slut before these men was something my former self, a young, non-smoker who had barely ever taken a cock, much less barebacked, would never have imagined that he could have become. — It was a nasty breakup. Walking in on your boyfriend of 3 years having sex with a woman was something that I would have imagined seeing. I had just gotten home from my clinical rotation at the nearby hospital as was required by our medical program. Long nights, low pay, and lots of stress- these were all things they warn you of when you get into med school, but it never really sinks in until you are up to your eyes in patients. Matthew, my former boyfriend, was my first and only boyfriend. We had met in the first week of college and hit things off instantly. He had straight black hair, warm brown eyes, built like a brick shit-house, and a British accent that could make you cream your pants. I myself was a polar opposite, blonde hair, blue eyes, shorter with a swimmer’s build. Even though we picked different career paths, he always said he supported me because he knew it would mean a great life for both of us. What’s better than a doctor and lawyer on the checkbook? Every night when I got stuck doing rounds because either it was the proverbial full moon in the ER or an attending called in sick. I suspected things were going on when he stopped wanting to have sex, even though I usually was too tired from work or school to mess around. Things got tenser, as every time we were together he was glued to his phone, always making the excuse that it was someone from work with a question from the nonprofit he worked for. I brushed it off, think it was just stress getting to me. On the fated night, I had gotten the night off since I had too many hours and figured I’d surprise him with dinner, a movie, and a bottle of lube. I walked in and heard grunting coming from the bedroom of the small apartment we shared. Thinking I’d sneak in and surprise him on his workout, I burst the room, and yelled: “Ravish me with your…” Looking down, I saw him, in bed, deep inside the ditzy girl from down the hall. I stood there, staring as he jumped, jaw gaping, surprised at my entry as she squealed in delight. Words left me as he blurted out a rushed “oh shit…” and proceeded to pull out of the vapid blonde. I stormed out of the bedroom and into the living room. He followed, reeking of sex and candy-scented perfume. “Babe… please…. I…” he started, his mild British accent trailing after me. Fuming, I looked at him before slowly growling out my reply through gritted teeth. “How long?” “I…. she…. it’s not what you think…” he stammered, trying to come up with a lie on the spot. “How. Long.” I replied, stepping towards him, punctuating each word with my finger in the center of his sculpted chest. “We…. only a few times….” he replied, looking down, knowing I was quickly getting to that dangerous quiet I got into before truly blowing up at someone. “A few times? Are you fucking kidding me? I don't care if it was once. Get your shit and get out. I don’t care where you go, but you no longer live here.” I replied turning my back on him and looking out the windows. “Jake… hon….. you can’t do that… both our names are on the lease,” he replied, his cheeks flushed, reminding me of what was now obviously a stupid move I had made a year ago when we moved to the new apartment. “Fine,” I replied, “I’m going then. I’ll move my shit out when I get a new place. Have a great life asshole.” Grabbing my keys, I went into the bedroom, ignoring the dimwitted blonde slut on our bed, and began collecting things such as my clothes, a few pairs of scrubs, my phone charger, and a few toiletries. Stepping back into the bedroom, I looked down as the pink colored claws of the bimbo touched my arm, stopping me in the doorway. “Jake, honey, look…. I’m sor-“ she started, plastering the fake sad look on her face I’d seen countless people do when trying to apologize for something they aren't really that sorry for. “Bitch,” I growled out, “If you don’t move you hand in the next 5 seconds, I will move it for you. And I will make sure you require surgery.” She stepped away with a gasp, pulling her hand towards her chest, protecting it with the other like she had been physically hurt by my words. I grabbed my phone and proceeded out the door, taking the stairs next the elevator. Fuming, I climbed down the 12 flights of stairs and stepped out into the lobby, coming face to face with Matt for the second time, who had hastily thrown on a pair of jeans. “Sweetheart, please!” he said reaching for my hand and I walked through the lobby. “Let’s talk about this! We can work on this!” “Just like you worked on her pussy for fuck knows how long?!” I screamed out loud, catching the glances of several people in our building, including the sweet little old lady across the hall from us. “You’re making a scene,” Matt hissed, looking at me beseechingly. “And what do you call what I fucking walked in on?!” I screeched, throwing his hand that he had started to place on my shoulder, “What do you fucking call it when you walk on your formerly gay boyfriend shoving his cock up some balloon chest bitch, you asshole?!” Not wanting to hear his reply, I walked out the street, and pulled out my phone, ordering an Uber. — Looking down at my phone, I mostly ignored the admittedly hot Uber drive that had picked me up. I sent out a text to my friend Erika, asking if she would cover for me for a few days in the hospital, giving her a slightly abridged version of the night's events. After getting a solid yes and promising to go in greater details soon with her, I shut off my phone and looked up at my surroundings. “Excuse me…” I asked, getting the attention of the driver. “Yeah?” he replied, never letting his eyes off the road. “Where in the world are we?” I asked, looking around, not really recognizing the area. “Goin’ to where you told the app sir,” he replied with a bored sigh. Looking down at my phone, I realized I had somehow entered a gay bar named “The Bear’s Den” into the address that Matt and I had almost gone to meet friends at before we realized how seedy the place was, instead of the hotel I had picked earlier near work. “Shit… look I…” I started to reply, before realizing that I most definitely needed a drink, even if I never touched the stuff, “Actually, mind if we swing by a hotel first? Extra $20 in it for you.” “Make it $40 and I’ll wait for you at the hotel,” he said, pulling over on the side of the road and waited as I adjusted the address to a closer hotel. Pulling up, I noticed that the hotel wasn’t up to what I had grown accustomed to but definitely would do in a pinch. Then the attendant said that the only rooms they had left were smoking. Shit, I thought to myself. Not wanting to be a bigger delay for the driver, I quickly said fine, telling myself that it was only for a night. I quickly got my key, raced to the room, and threw everything in the closet before closing the door and making my way back to the car. Fifteen mins later, we were at the seedy bar and my Uber was driving away. I stepped into the bar and was immediately hit by a wave of thick cigar smoke, loud gay men chattering and what I could swear was the slight twinge of sex in the air. Looking around, I realized I definitely did not fit in dressed in a v-neck shirt and slightly too tight jeans, while the other men were wearing leather of some sort. Swallowing my pride, I stepped up the bar and ignored all the stares from the other guys. Turning to me, the bartender, a hot 30-something with brown hair, piercing green eyes, a perfect tan, and piercings in his ears and eyebrow looked me up and down before finally asking, “What will it be?” Thinking for a second, I finally blurted out a scotch, not wanting to look like a silly fag ordering something like a green apple martini. Nodding his head, he went to work making my drink before setting the glass and the bottle down in front of me and walking off. Suddenly, I was surprised by the guy who suddenly sat down next to me. 50's, shaved head, stormy gray eyes, tons of piercings including a septum ring, leather chaps, and vest, and definitely a muscle builder, he looked like something you would see in a leather daddy magazine. “Is this seat taken?” he asked in a deep booming bass voice, beer in one hand and an unlit cigar in the other. “Nah… go ahead,” I replied looking down at the already half empty glass in front of me. “Bad night?” he asked, turning towards me. “You don't want to hear it…” I started. “Trust me I do. Whatever it is has you looking like you really could use that drink,” he said, eyeing the glass in my hand as I set it down from taking another swig, “You don't want to talk, I get it. Just figured I’d see if you needed a person to bitch to. That, and you seem kinda out of place here. I’m Jackson.” I took a look around again and swore I felt like everyone was looking at me still. He held out his hand, and I shook it. Then, grabbing my glass again, I downed it and let him fill it back up. Letting out a sigh, I retold him the night’s events, my previous history with Matt, everything. As I finished the story, not realizing that I had now downed 4 glasses of scotch, I let out a small sniff. “Fuck…” I sniffled, “I don’t know… Should I forgive him? Work things out?” Grabbing his cigar, he started lighting it up and I found my self slightly mesmerized by the ritual. Looking up at me, he nodded at the cigar in his hand, “You mind if I light up? I need a smoke after hearing that.” I shook my head, muttering something like ‘what’s one more cigar in here’ and watched as he brought the stick to life, making a bright cherry as he inhaled deeply on it. Blowing it to the side, he looked at the cigar before putting back in his mouth. “If it were me,” he started, “ And I’m just spitballing here, I wouldn’t. He obviously fucked up a good thing, all for a piece of sloppy meat attached to a pair of tits. If he wanted to fuck around, he should have asked you first. Made it your choice.” “Yeah… it’s just… I don’t know what to do. He's all I know...” I replied running my finger around the edge of my glass, watching as he inhaled deeply on the dark stick in his mouth. Watching me watch him as he smoked, he reached into his front pocket and pulled out a second cigar, offering it to me. “Want one?” he asked, “Definitely one of the good ones. Not like those cheap gas station ones.” Starting at it, I drunkenly blurted out “I’ve never had one… I wouldn’t know what to do.” Pulling the cigar in his mouth out, he handed to me before putting the unlit one in his hand and grabbed the lighter on the bar, lighting it up expertly. “No worries guy,” he said, “Take my lit one.” Taking it into my hand, examined it. Looking at the thick smoke floating out of the end, the thick saliva coating the cut end. Sniffing it, I let out a slight ‘woah,’ noticing that it smelled completely different than the smoke. Finally building up my courage I stuck it in my mouth, and immediately breathed in the thick smoke. I knew, even drunkenly, this was a bad idea. I started hacking instantly, and he let out a chuckle. “Dude… I don’t think you’re quite ready for inhaling.” Stubbornly, I looked at him, alcohol slowly ebbing away at my logic before I took another, smaller inhale. Fighting another cough, I held it in before letting it out in the air. “Damn… I stand corrected,” he replied, shock written across his face as it slowly worked into a smile. Something that very few people know about me is that I can become really hard-headed when I drink. Normally I’m rather passive and tend to go with the flow, but with the alcohol, my messy break-up, and the guy laughing, I felt like I had something to prove. So, we continued smoking and drinking in silence, and to my dismay, my cock started getting hard. I tingled all over, and a started getting a bit of a headache. I went to grab another scotch when Jackson finally put his hand over the glass. “I think you’re done drinking there Buddy,” he said smiling and looking down at my bulge now obviously forming in my tight jeans, “No need to get whiskey dick.” Looking down at his pant, I noticed a monster slowing growing in his pants too. I let out a soft ‘holy fuck’ as I saw what easily looked like 10 inches growing in his tight leather pants. Matt had a nice sized 6” uncut cock, but we’d never fucked much since it always hurt a bit going in. We had always just sucked each other off. But for some reason, in my drink-addled mind, I almost wanted to ride this monster. Suddenly, Jackson was kissing the side of my neck, and whispered: “why don’t we go back to your place?” END OF PART 1
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I didn't mean to do it. I just couldn't help myself. There are times I get overcome by my own lust, and I just get carried away. I was turned on when we finally met, he was my ideal of a "son" to my "dad". Though a little older than what you might conceive of as my son, he was nonetheless my ideal of what I want in a boy. And add to that the fact that he was in total leather, matching my outfit, it was just a match. We had chatted so much about this first meeting. We each knew what turned the other on. He liked my cigars and I liked his boyish good looks and attitude. And when we met and then kissed, it was that sort of 'dream come true' event. That first kiss seemed to last forever. Not only were our tongues exploring each other's mouths, our hands were exploring each other's bodies. And shortly he had my stiff, dripping cock out of my jeans, and fell to his knees to give me one of those blowjobs you dream about. I was still smoking my cigar, and the smoke was about to fill the motel room, I was smoking so hard while he hit all the hot spots. When he rose up and kissed me again, tasting my cigar spit and me tasting that great cock /pre-cum taste on his lips, I was just too turned on. I had his belt loose and his jeans around his ankles before he knew what happened. And even though we were lip locked, I could still get his cock out of his jockstrap and feel the pre-cum on the tip of his cock. I rubbed it the length of his rock hard cock, and slipped my cock between his legs. I guess it was the way he opened his legs to let my cock in that so excited me. I could tell he wanted it then, even though he had told me he was still HIV negative and didn't want any raw sex with a poz guy like me. I had my hands up under his shirt working his nips and was kissing and licking his face till he was just a puppy in my paws. I gently moved him around, kissing his neck and massaging his ass cheeks, until I was behind him, nibbling his earlobes. That was when my stiff meat found his ass crack and set course for his asshole. I was pushing hard against him, trying to get my tongue in his ear, when he sort of fell against the wall and then braced himself against it with both hands, intending to turn back around, but by then I had a nip in each hand, having thrown down my dead cigar, and he was moving in response, enjoying it too much to protest. And my cockhead had found his puckered rosebud of an asshole, one of those that seems to have an arrow tattooed above it, saying "FUCK HERE". And I had him by the arms, holding him tight as I kissed and bit his neck. "Oh, Daddy!" he kept saying, over and over, as if he was trying to persuade himself not to resist. When I pushed and began to feel my cockhead penetrate, he stiffened. "Daddy, don't make me do this, please," he pleaded, and he turned his head slightly towards me. I reached around and kissed him. "It's gonna be OK, son, just relax," I said, and I made a hip thrust that popped him open. I love that feel on my cockhead, when you first pop a boy open like that. There is no feel like it in the world, tight and hot, and then so warm and wet and wonderful. I just couldn't help myself. Hugging him tightly, kissing all over his neck, so he didn't notice so much that I was impaling him on my cock. By the time I think he knew what was happening, he was fucked. I had my cock almost all the way up his ass. And he was loving it. I could tell he was trying to fight the urge, but wanting it so bad. All the time I was kissing him, I kept telling him it was fine, he was all right, this will be great, just relax and enjoy it, son, give yourself to your dad. Then suddenly he gave a kind of shudder, and bucked hard back against me. "Oh, Daddy, take me, take my ass, give me your cum!" "That's it son, enjoy this fuck, feel your Daddy's hard cock up your ass, love that stiff meat so deep inside you!" He was with me then, meeting every thrust. When I'd hit bottom he'd grab me hard and tight, as much fucking my dick with his ass as I was fucking his hole with my rod. "Make me your Boy, Daddy, fuck your Boy, show me how much you want me Daddy!" I was in the heavy strokes now, fucking his ass hard. My juices were flowing. When I get a hot ass like this, the first fuck is hot and heavy and doesn't take too long, so I knew I was getting close. "Where do you want Daddy's load, boy?" I asked, as I held him tight and humped him hard. "Give me your load, Daddy, make me your Boy, plant that load UP MY ASS!" He was bucking hard, and if I had really wanted to pull out, it would have been difficult, as he was in pace with me so well. "Oh, God, Son, I can't help it, here it is, take it boy, take Daddy's hot cum up your ass." "Daddy, show me how much you love me, fuck me, fuck my ass, give me your juice, Daddy, FUCK ME HARD!" I lit into him hard then, I could feel the cum move from my balls up the length of my shaft and begin to spurt out deep inside him. And I think he must've felt something, even though I know you have to learn to feel it when a guy cums up your ass. There was just something about the way he moved, like he was suckin’ the cum up deep inside himself. We both hit the spot at the same time. "OH GOD!" we both shouted in unison. "Here it is boy, here's Daddy's cream, take Daddy's load, you're MY BOY now!" "Hit me hard, Daddy, show me how much you love me, pound that cum in my hot hole - fuck me Daddy - FUCK MY ASS, DADDY!" I held him tight and shot my final spurts as deep inside as I could, knowing I was tying him to me in a way no man ever had before. I was converting him to my son in more ways than one. I was making him my BOY in a truly positive manner. His ass drew up so tight on my shaft, I thought sure he must be spurting his load. His ass was suckin’ the cum up deep, and he began to flex under me, I could feel his whole body moving, as if he was absorbing the sex and distributing it throughout his body. We held that position a long time. Sweat was dripping down my nose, and he was sweaty feeling as I ran my hands over his chest and caressed his nips. I still had all my clothes on, my fucking cock out of my pants, but otherwise still as I had walked into the room. His pants were around his ankles, but he still had on the jockstrap, shirt, vest and leather jacket. We both were soaked under all that clothing. But neither moved, we were still in that great Dad/Son connection, feeling the cum that bound us together. Eventually he stopped vibrating, coming back to reality, realizing what had happened. He sort of slumped at that point, I thought he might be crying, so I pulled out and turned him around and kissed him. He was crying, or at least he had tears in his eyes, so I kissed the tears away, and he began to respond. When I put my hand down to his crotch, I discovered a jock hanging heavy with cum. So I pulled off him, bent down and sucked the cum out of his jock, and pulled his limp, gooey cock out and sucked it clean. He was breathing very heavily now, I think partly shock and partly so turned on. Standing up, I led him to the bed and made him sit on it, so I could sit beside him. We kissed again - another long lover's kiss, and soon tongues and hands were exploring. Clothes began to fall off us, some being taken off by the other, some shucked off by the wearer, but our pants were trapped by our boots. We had reached that point again, too quickly. The pants just had to stay on, we were at fuck number two. I got him into doggie position and stuck my cock back up his ass. It was much easier this time, just made him take a sudden inhale when I slid home. We urged each other on again, and soon he had a second cumshot up his ass. Damn hot boy, he wanted sex as much as I did. We seemed to be a pair, destined to be together. After I added that second load, I just held him close and told him how much I loved him, and he did the same. When my cock went flat and fell out of his ass, he rolled over and I got on top of him so we could kiss and cuddle again. We took time to get the boots off, finally got our pants off and were naked, just kissing and rolling all over the bed, the way lovers do. We came up for air and took a smoke break. Gave me a chance to really look at him, as I hadn't really seen him naked before, even though I'd planted two loads up his ass. And he did the same. I was surprised to see how he blushed when he noticed how I was admiring his boyish body. He had kept himself in great shape, and I had enjoyed it. The smoke break over, we resumed the kissing, this time being able to be face to face for the first time, really. I didn't intend to fuck him again, and frankly I generally don’t come three times in rapid succession, but this was beyond mere sex. This was infatuation. My cock just knew the way to his ass so well by this time. When I got on top and was kissing him, my cock was tumescent and, finding his hole, entered easily. He spread wide, put his legs firmly around my hips and put his heels in my ass. Then he pushed hard, making my cock really hit the good spots. Every time I made a stroke that didn't please him, he'd almost kick my cock up his ass. I couldn't complain, I had my tongue far down his throat. And when I felt the cum moving yet a third time, I got his legs up on my shoulder, shoved a pillow under his ass and began those prying deep strokes, where you aim for the boy's prostate and fuck him hard. "Oh God, Daddy, I love it when you fuck me like that, do it again, harder, deeper, come on man, put your seal on me, give me the third load, make me your boy forever!" I got my arms up under his shoulders, pulled him into my fuck strokes and kissed him hard as I fucked my cum into his hot ass, so warm and wet and wild, filled to overflowing with my loads. I wanted to fuck him so hard the cum would flow out his hole and soak the bed. I wanted to fuck him so bad he could taste my cum from the inside out. I wanted to plant my loads so deep he'd shit my cum for a week. Didn't take long. Spurts of ‘Daddy Cream’ joined the loads already there. My fuck piston planted it's third load, the cum pooling around my balls, running down his crack. I pinned him down, legs against his chest, as I pounded the last strokes home, trying to get my cum as deep inside him as I could. And he rose up against me on every stroke, making sure he got that jizz as deep inside as possible. When I was drained, I slammed a fuck stroke hard and held it, and he looked up at me with tears in his eyes again, and we kissed. Then I felt his cock move between us, that steady pulse of a cock shooting cum, a feeling I love. If I don't see or feel a boy cum when I fuck him, I'm not fucking him right, and I had fucked this boy right. His cock spurted a heavy load between us, and his cum between and us and mine up his ass were binding us together in many, many ways. We kissed for a long time. Took us a long time to come down off that fuck plateau, where you want to stay as long as you can. When I fell out of his ass, I let his legs down and sucked his limp cock into my mouth and sucked out all the strings of his cum I could get. Then I licked his hole and crotch clean, keeping some of the cum in my mouth, so we could share it when we kissed. And as I did that, he moved around so he could reach my cock, and sucked it clean. When we kissed, I could taste his ass, his cum and my cum, all mixed together, one wonderful taste, a taste every dad wants from his boy. We fell asleep like that. When we woke the next morning, we were a mess, and the bed was a mess. There was cum everywhere, encrusted on our cocks and torsos. Time for a piss and a shower. Then we had a smoke and got to examine each other by the light of day. Sometimes that's when it all falls apart, when you come to in the morning and discover that the guy you thought was so great the night before is not nearly as attractive. But there was no change this morning, I still thought he was the best thing I'd ever had, and he allowed as how I was his Dad. We went to breakfast, and it was as if I was meeting him for the first time. We sat there and smoked and drank our coffee, and talked about all the things lovers talk about. The waitress finally asked us if we were going to order lunch, and we realized what time it was. We excused ourselves, left a large tip for having had such good service for such a long time, and went back to the motel room. By the time we'd each had a piss, we were on the bed again, and the maid's knock interrupted our first fuck of the day. I shouted that we were still in the room, and she went away, and I planted my load. This was a lover's fuck, that long, slow, gentle fuck of two men deeply in love. There was no hard thrusting, no pounding of a load deep. He was still moist from the fucks last night, and I wasn't really up to a hot and heavy fuck, but we needed to have sex again, to see if it was still there, and it was. That wasn't our last fuck, not by a long shot, but those four were the ones that we always remember and talk about. Few men are as fortunate as I. To find a guy like this that fits me so well. I can only hope that he continues to feel the same about me.
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I am thinking of going to this event in April. Has anyone any experience of the event? I’ll be coming from the uk so all feedback/insight welcome. Please message thanks
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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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Last year was my first time, and it was pretty much a pigfest weekend. Going back this year and bringing a friend anyone else going? http://www.lasvegassmokeout.com/lasvegassmokeout/dotnetnuke/Events.aspx
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“Wait,” I moaned. I was hesitant but I didn’t catch myself refusing as someone pressed a bottle of poppers under my nose for me to huff back on. I was suddenly beginning to regret giving Mac head in front of them, or even staying there after arriving after realizing he’d invited friends or was parting. I’d anticipated a rough, sloppy fuck with Mac, but instead I was feeling woozy, high, and suddenly rushed. “Wait, what? You said you wanted to get pigraped,” Mac said, handing me the blunt as I wiped spit from my jaw. The other men eagerly undressed and the table with all the party supplies was pulled back. Someone smeared lube in the crack of my ass and roughly shoved a finger in. The lights were even lower now and I couldn’t make out who was who, save for Mike and Mac who were the biggest of them. Someone put their dicks to my lips but I was reaching for my beer, and it was given to me to quickly take a gulp and then I was pulled back again, Mike’s hard black dick being shoved down into my throat. I gagged and choked. Mac was fingering my ass as the other men helped to hold my legs up, hold facing off the edge of the couch. I felt his fingers come out and then one go back in and scratch around. The sensation burned and I moaned and tried to pull back but my hands were grabbed and I was pinned back, Mike laughing and cursing as he fucked my throat. “Yeah, slut, suck that dirty dick. Give him another bump and split his shit open.” Mike issued as my mouth ached trying to stretch around his humongous dick. I could barely fit half of it down into my throat, but as his words registered I began to freak out and try pull away. The grip around my wrists tightened and I realized it was Mike holding my leg as I opened my eyes. Mac looked angry as he reached behind him and then shoved his finger back into my ass. Burning again. “You said you wanted to get pigraped – what’s wrong? Stupid bitch…I told you to be careful what you wish for,” Mac said, attitude no longer playful. With that he grabbed his dick, stroked it down twice and shoved it head first into my hole, ripping me open and slamming it all the way in. My asshole felt like a rubber band, and I could have sworn I felt it snap and send a hollow feeling through me. Mike quickly yanked his dick out of my throat so I wouldn’t bite and covered my mouth as I screamed a shrill pitch. Voices laughed and cheered him on. Fuck that stupid hoe. Tear his shit up. He ain’t goin no where, I dropped some G in his beer – give this bitch his first dirty nut. Tears filled my eyes as Mike looked down at me, still covering my mouth as he stood chuckling like a parent often does at a child. G? Wasn't that the daterape drug? I wasn't sure. I wasn't even sure if I was feeling the effects of it or not. I was still in angst waiting, thinking the bump was going to make me hallucinate or something. My asshole was still on fire, feeling Mac’s thick dick plunge back and forth inside of me, yanking my asshole and guts back and forth. The pain and pressure pressed upward into my stomach and finally began to dull after a few moments. The two recording it on their camera phone came in close as Mac began to grunt and curse me and call me a nasty pig bitch. “You’re hole is gonna be ruined when I’m done with you bitch. This shit’s gonna be all nasty and open and full of poz nut. Everyone’s gonna know you’re a whore.” Someone laughed and someone grunted. My eyes went wide with fear as Mac sped up with his thrust and Mike tightened his grip. “Give it to him! Knock that pussy up.” Mac growled and planted his dick as deep inside of me as he could and I could feel his nutt spurting up inside of my ripped open guts. I was high now, and tired, thankful that the painful thrusts were over for the moment, but I trembled as I lay pinned back on the couch. Was he really HIV Positive? Mac laughed. “You’re a pig now, bitch. For life.” I tried to growl something from underneath Mike’s hand, but it came out muffled. Then he removed it. “What’s wrong?” “I told you to wait… You didn’t tell me you were poz.” “You didn’t ask. You said you wanted to be pigraped. Shut the fuck up, bleed, and take some nut. You wanted to be a stupid faggot for niggas you didn’t know.” Someone else moved in Mac’s place and began rubbing his dick over my aching hole, smearing the blood and the cum all over the head of his dick. “Stop. Please. For real,” I tried to say but they pinned me back again and laughed. “Breed this bitch so I can wreck this bitch and fist all that dirty nut in him till he rosebuds.” A rag doused in Maximum impact was put over my mouth and mymind went numb as the next guy plowed my hole. By the time I came to, they were already switching up. I’d been bred again. Mike laughed and flopped his humungous dick over my crotch. “You gonna need another bump for this dick bitch. But you gonna take it.” I squirmed. His dick had to be at least 12 inches long and THICK as a beer can. I didn’t want my hole to be ruined by him roughly plowing me like a dirty whore. Secretly, I think I hoped he’d come to my rescue and sweep me off to the bedroom, but he wouldn’t. Instead he quickly forced another bump up my ass and used his two fingers to rub it into my swollen bleeding tissues. Then someone gave put the poppers under my nose and I hit it for what seemed like forever. Finally, as Mike stroked his dick back to length at my hole, they pulled the bottle away and let my head zoom as he pushed forth inside of me. “Oh!” I howled. “Yeah bitch. Let Daddy wreck that pussy. You gon keep giving this shit up.” “He wasn’t as rough as Mac was. Instead he moved forward slowly, buring himself as deep as he could inside of me, making me take all of it into my second hold before pulling out and thrusting back in. I moaned and groaned and finally he readjusted himself and began slamming my hole with that dick. I screamed out and cried. “Wait! Stop!” “Shut the fuck up pig. Hold him in place.” I was helpless as they continued to rape me. My mind was flying with the drugs and I was suddenly fading in and out. The beer. They must have put something in the beer. But I knew that, didn't I? Thinking about it, I spaced out. When I came to, I was in the bedroom on my back, having my face pissed on while Mike continued to terrorize my insides with his giant dick. “Nasty bitch. Take this nutt.” Mike grunted as he shoved himself deep and quaked as his dick released another heavy nutt inside of me. “That’s like 15 nuts now Mac,” someone laughed. Mike quickly removed himself to take another hit of the pipe and get a drink and Mac sat on the bed between my legs and began to smear Crisco all over my hole as he puffed smoke out from a lit cigar. His face looked like a growling bears as his brows bent and the clouds gathered around his barely shaven, bearish face. “No,” I said. I’d didn't wanted to be fisted. The thought disgusted me. I didn’t want to be so loose and open that no one would be satisfied with me, or want to do anything other than fuck me like a hoe. And I definitely didn’t want to end up with a rosebud or with my insides poking out like most fisting bottoms. But more poppers were brought to me and hands gripped me down. Mac laughed and flicked his car carelessly, leaving ass falling onto my greasy hole. “No means yes when a pig is getting raped,” he said. “I’m gonna make sure you’re hole is ruined bitch.” Four fingers went in with ease. I moaned out and he spit on me. “Shut the fuck up. You ain’t goin no where. You better lie there and take it so I don’t have to punch this shit open and send you to a hospital.” I wanted to cry, but instead I relaxed as he slipped his fifth digit in and bean to slowly work my hole. More poppers were given to me as I moaned loudly, and then finally, hands gripped me tightly and I could feel himself forcing his way in. I screamed out. Someone covered my mouth and cheered him on. “It’s almost in. Almost in… Almost.” POP! I felt my hold close up around his wrist, burning, aching, like my torso was being split in half. I huffed on my own breaths and choked as I cried. They laughed. “Work that shit open. Fuck this nasty bitch. Wreck that hole.” I could feel his hand turning inside of me, pressing back and forth against my insides, looking for the next opening, and then he pulled back and I grunted and growled in pain and anguish. “Yeah bitch! Open that pussy up. Push that shit out.” I pushed out and his hand started to move back out of me. Before it came out he pushed it back in though. I thought it was going to kill me. “Mmm…somebody get another bump. And give him the pipe, he’s gonna need a hit,” Mac ordered, slowly pushing his hand in and out of my sphincter, stretching it out. “Oh my god,” I managed to cry from beneath the hand over my mouth. Mac laughed as he pulled his hand out and another bump when in me. Someone put a glass pipe to my lips and told me to inhale. I did, and then I laid back feeling my dick get hard for some shaming reason. “Look at his dick gettin’ hard. You nasty, dirty ass faggot. You deserve every disease you get and every dude that rapes you,” Mac said, slapping me and then spitting on me. His hand went back to my hole and shoved up inside of me roughly. I screeched. He laughed. They held me down and started to shove poppers at my nose and dick down my throat again while Mac continued fisting my hole out. Mike came back in and sat at the head of the bed where I was being fed more dirty, sweaty dick. “Yeah, Mikey think’s he likes it. When Big Mac gets done, that hole is gonna be OPEN! You're gonna have a big ass, sick rosebud, bitch. Ain’t nobody gonna want you so you might as well keep giving it to us. We gonna pimp you party bitch. And when Mac's finished, I’m getting both my big ass hands in that lil pussy and then we got more dick on the way. Oh yeah, we got at least 5 other guys on the way now and like 30 more to call.” They laughed as I went limp and felt my holes opening wide. I have no idea how many guys raped my raw ass. I want to say 22, but I was too fucked up to be sure. When they finished I found myself gathering my senses as quickly as possible, ready to go home and hide. The mattress in the bedroom was a greasy mess of cum, crisco, lube, piss, a rather large blood stain, and even shit. I had shit on my face too, but couldn't remember everything. I was almost half asleep on the ride home in the truck with Mac, and after hiding in my room and avoiding anymore contact with with him for over a week, I got an email. It was short. "I told you a lot of bitches regret asking to be pigraped. Call me when you can't nobody else to fuck that nasty pussy now. If you test Poz, that hole belongs to me bitch. If you test Poz for HIV and Hep, it's my man Mike's, but we'll all still dump in that hole anytime..."
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I was 14 when I started smoking full-time — Marlboros. By the time I was 15 I was enjoying Camel straights and at 16, cigars ... good ones, not the gas station crap. By then I knew tobacco was always going to be part of my life as a man. Around that age I also discovered men sucked cock better than any girlfriend I ever had, and were more available. I could go to any glory hole or dirty/underground sex club (the mainstream "spas" were boring) and have a stranger make me cum hard. If I got to smoke while it was happening I came twice as hard. In my twenties there was no shortage of guys who wanted me to come over, kick back, light a cigar and relax while they took care of my cock. Harder to find these days. Also harder to find are masculine role models who enjoy smoking and don't give a shit. Miss seeing the Marlboro or Camel pack poking out of a work shirt or dress shirt. To this day I like no-strings, hard top sex as much as I like tobacco. When I find a true submissive who gets turned on by a smoking top who knows it's all about his own pleasure, that's the best. Anybody else?
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Visiting Pittsburgh in mid November. Any hairy smokers around for some raw fucking?
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Muscled cumhole bottom coming to Vegas April 6-10 for Smokeout 2017 to service as many daddies, pups, boys, and men as I can... I'll be available all weekend long for all loads. I'll be ready to take visitors at all hours for anyone wanting to dump a load in an ass or mouth. May even advertise on some other sites as a blindfolded and/or restrained bttm with an open door. Message me private if you want to help me out with a load or two. Could use a cigar daddy who likes to use, watch, and whore out slut boys to help me keep it sane. Need a gangbang bottom slut for your private party? I'm your boy. ;>
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Raunchy leather fuck slave, cigars hoods, rimming shithole, breeding hole. Looking for tops, Doms. Men of Color a plus, leather geared up men a plus. Heavy cigar fetish as well
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We are a small group of men who have gotten together for various play parties, hotels, bathhouse, gloryhole, etc. Since we advertise on Craigslist and they now use the anonymous email system, there is no real way to re-invite without putting an ad out again.. and honestly, most of the flakes tend to come from Craigslist. So if you are interested in future invites, please sign up on our googledocs spreadsheet. We DO NOT SHARE THIS LIST ANYWHERE. It is merely so we invite you to the type of parties you are interested in https://docs.google.com/forms/d/1SF7MNwuxraHrXt6htwbEXHUbOxm6x51tlHlLHnO_TCw /viewform?usp=send_form If you aren't interested, don't worry, you won't hear back from us unless you answer a future ad. If you are interested, or have friends that would be, share the link above. All it asks is for your email address and interests (Hotel, Bathhouse, Kink, fucking parties, etc) Rules for all our gatherings regardless of location is NO DRUGS (poppers are ok), NO ATTITUDE (play with whomever you want, however you want, but be polite when declining or your future invites are gone), NO PICTURES. (We have taken pictures before, and those that consent we've used on the ads, but unless we specifically say it is ok at an event, assume it is not.) Hope to hear from you soon! Direct email - fungatherings@gmail.com Sites we have advertised our parties on before: www.asspig.com (Fisting) www.barebackrt.com (self-explanatory) www.craigslist.org (general hookup) www.hotcigarmen.com (Cigars)
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My tongue was deep inside my buddy's freshly fucked hole. It had 3 of my loads filling it and my tongue could only reach so deep. I had several cigars with me, all Churchill sized. I began inserting them deep into his cum sloppy hole. I pushed them one by one, in and out, twirling them as I did, sopping up every drop. The cigars had a shiny glaze of man juice most of their length. As I plunged my tongue back into his hole I could taste the fine tobacco combined with cum and ass....DELICIOUS! That night by the pool I lit up one of my man enhanced Cubans while my buddy sucked my cock. It was the best cigar ever! The next morning I was face down, ass up, spread eagle on the bed while he pounded my ass filling my hole with I big load. As he pulled out he said "don't move" I couldn't anyway. Suddenly I felt a slight burning sensation as something slipped inside my juicy butt. It was one of my cigars. He pushed and swirled it in my tortured hole. The sensation was amazing. "This one is mine" he announced. "i'll have this later". I hope he enjoyed his as much as I did mine.
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Anyone on here going to Las Vegas Smokeout 2012? I'm sure hoping to meet up with quite a few other barebackers! I will be staying at the Alexis Park Hotel April 4-9th. I'm mostly a bottom, but I love to suck cock. I will have a gas mask for the first time ever...so looking for people to help me with that and poppers and/or cigar smoke! I'm very oral and I love to suck cock...I suck cock before and after I get fucked. I also love kissing and making out! I enjoy 1-on-1s as much as I do orgies! I love getting my ass bred! I am having a local roommate that is supposed to be bringing a sling. I plan on visiting Hawk's Gym a few times while I'm there as well. I'm poz undetectable. Eric RedDog
