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Not My Story, but it was improved by me Groped and Pozzed I am a 21 year old white bubble butt who is engaged to another 21 year old white guy. We have been dating since we were 19 and have fallen so deeply in love that we got engaged this January. Our relationship has been mostly perfect, however our sex life is bland. I am a submissive bottom, and he is a top, so things usually go smoothly, however he doesn't have as high of a libido as I do, and it makes it hard for me to be fully satisfied. Add this to the fact that I've always secretly considered cheating to be hot and you have a recipe for disaster. Me and my fiance usually go to a gay club every few weeks. Not to hook up with other guys or anything, but to just dance and drink and have fun with other gay couples. I've admittedly stared at some hot guys multiple times before, however my fiance doesn't ever notice. Yesterday we decided to go to the club, and I got ready. I was wearing these tight black gym shorts that were above my knee and showed off my round ass. My fiance liked the view and wore casual clothes. I was feeling risky and decided to go commando without telling him. I wore a t-shirt and that was it. We get to the club and it is going great. Every time I go to the club I get hit on at least once, so it wasn't a surprise when this big older guy started looking at me with a grin, and made suggestive comments. I politely told him off, but only because my fiance was with me. Throughout most of the night nothing happens. We have fun, drink, talk, and dance. Towards the end, we were out on the main floor and were dancing to whatever music was playing, when I felt a big hand squeeze my left cheek tightly. My fiance was several feet away and talking to someone else so he didn't notice. I turn my head to see a fit black guy groping my ass. He's wearing tight jeans and a tank top. I see a bulge form as he rubs his fingers in between my soft asscheeks. He slyly smiled at me and I nodded to let him know he could keep touching me. He moved closer behind me and tightly squeezed both of my cheeks. His grip was so strong that I had to regain my balance. I subtly moved a few feet away from my fiance so that he couldn't see anything happen. Soon enough I felt this guy's hand move to my waist, and I feel him force his hands inside the back of my shorts. I stay still as he cups my bare ass with his hands. He does this for a minute before pulling one of my cheeks to the side, and begins rubbing my asshole with his fingers. This made me grunt quietly, and I whispered to him if he knew anywhere private we could go. He said his car had tinted windows, and that we could go there. I agreed, and he pulled his hands out of my shorts. I walked up to my boyfriend and told him I was going to head to a shop down the street for a few minutes to grab a snack. I said goodbye and walked out front and then went behind the club where there was a parking lot. The guy came out not too far behind me and guided me to his sedan, which had almost black windows. He told me to get in the backseat, and I listened. He joined, before locking the door. He immediately took his shirt off, revealing his abs and 6 pack. He then took his pants off, revealing a huge, fully erect cock. I pulled my shorts off and began jerking him off. He moaned as I moved my hand up and down. I only did this for about 2 minutes, before he told me to lean back on the seat. I did as told and laid completely flat on my back, with my legs up to my shoulder revealing my ass to him. He grinned and began rubbing my asshole with his finger. I moaned and groaned as he rubbed around my hole, even pushing the tip in a few times. Soon though, he couldn't wait. He began lubing my ass up. It was happening. He covered my ass in lube, and asked me if he should wear a condom. I told him no, and he was pleased with that. He pulled my ass to the side a bit to provide himself a better angle from the small corner he was in, before he pulled his hard cock up, and kneeled right next to my asshole. He pressed his tip against my hole a few times, before he couldn't help himself and shoved his entire bare massive cock balls deep inside my tight asshole. We both moaned and groaned as he pushed himself all the way inside me, and squeals of pleasure came out of me as he slowly pulled himself mostly out and then all the way in again. We moaned together as he slowly thrusted in and out of my tight asshole, stretching me out with every push. I held my legs up with my hands, and watched as he pounded me with his thick cock on his knees. It was then that I noticed a small tattoo of a scorpion just above his crotch with a red “plus” sign. I felt like such a slut. We fucked for a good few minutes before he came inside me, filling me up with his warm sperm. I clenched my hole to not make a mess and pulled my pants up, got my shirt on, and left his car. I gave him a smile before I went back to the bar and greeted my fiance, with a stranger's semen deep inside me. He smiled at me and gave me a wink, He handed me his number and told me to let him know when I get his “gift”. I gave him a puzzled look. He then pointed at his tat and smiled. I got home and googled his tattoo, my cock instantly became hard, and for the first time in our relationship. I fucked my fiance. He saw me with a devilish look in my eyes. He never put up a fight. I slid my 5inch cock into his ass with relative ease. Something told me this was not his first time taking a cock ever let alone that day. I gave him 10 hard thrusts and pumped a 5-day load into his fucked ass. We both fell asleep, but he woke me up a little bit later standing naked holding two pieces of paper. He asked me if this guy fucked me? I nodded yes. I asked how he knew…because he fucked me too he said quietly. “You know he pozzed us” he said quietly. I again nodded, “yes”. And with that my fiance’s cock grew to his 7 inch to full mast. He pounced on me and shoved his cock in my already fucked hole. He did not last long flooding me with his still negative load. After he came in me like he had done hundreds of times. “I just called him, he’s on his way here to finish the job for both of us.” my fiance whispered in my ear. In a few moments there was a knock at the door. There may be a part 2. Let me know what you like I love your hot feedback her and in my messages Joey
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The Backstreet, London’s last remaining gay fetish club worth the name, closed its doors for the last time in the early hours of Sunday 17th July 2022. I first went in 1998 when I came to London as a mature student. It was a regular Friday night with my new friends, and I was enjoying exploring the kinkier side of my nature. I’d come from a Conservative (Big-C) city where the scene, such as it was, was pedestrian at best. We sat by the DJ console, chatting with the other guys in the club. It was always social, much more so than other similar London clubs. Yes, you could suck cock at the bar – get fucked there, even – but that was never the prime focus of The Backstreet. The venue had an identity beyond its existence as a fetish club – it had a personality of its own and gave a place for communities to develop. That friends group drifted apart and I got involved with SM-Gays, so I started going to the more heavily fetish oriented clubs in Vauxhall and Bow for a few years, then dropped out of the scene completely for a while. I’d started preferring saunas – the same social atmosphere in the small independent places, and I found I liked being naked. I met a new group of friends – a gay nudist group who met at a sauna on Fridays and went to the Wednesday night Boots Only sessions at The Backstreet. This was yet another community The Backstreet was supporting – a diverse group of guys, all shapes, sizes, ages, disabilities and social positions. It could only exist in such a non-judgemental place. The owner and staff always supported and looked after their customers, and their regular customers were (still are) fiercely loyal. I went to the closing sale – I’ve got a boot fetish, and anyone who knows the place will understand I had to have a pair of boots from The Backstreet (the ceiling was hung with boots of all types.) I had hoped I’d find a pair (or even one) I could make into something suitable – a doorstop, maybe – but I found a pair which fit me and I’ve started restoring them. Every time I wear them, I’ll remember that time I got fucked over the bar while ordering a drink, or the discussion of jam making while sitting naked out the back smoking cigars, or any of countless other memories. I was so glad to be able to personally thank the owner and manager. The Backstreet will be missed.
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I was a virgin, and not out to anyone yet. I'd never even kissed a guy. But I'd been jerking to gay porn for years, and I knew what I wanted. Or, at least I thought I did. I was tall and thin, with short brown hair and hazel eyes. I had a swimmer's body--well chiseled, but still relatively small. I had a decent dick, but nothing to write home about. 7" cut and not particularly thin. And a really tight hole. I'd tried fingering it, but it always hurt, even with proper lube, and I always stopped after just a few seconds. It was my 18th birthday, and I decided I was going to have an adventure. My parents wanted to throw me a family party, but I said no. I told them I was going to hang out with some friends instead. And I told them I was going to stay over at my best friend's house, so I wouldn't have to be home until the next day. I was in the clear. And even though I was still in high school, I had a fake ID, so I could pass for 21. I decided to go to a gay bar and dance the night away with some hot guy. It was the first 'gay' thing I'd ever even thought about doing. It was a huge step for me. But I didn't know where to begin. I lived in a suburb--no gay bars around. So I got online and started looking. Dallas was the closest city, and I knew there was bound to be a gay bar there. I relied on Google. One of the first places to pop up was called "Club Dallas," and I figured that sounded good. So I put the address in my phone and got ready to go. I was wearing tight jeans and a tight, hot t-shirt that showed my abs. I was excited. I got in the car and made the long drive into the city. When I got there, it wasn't quite what I expected. I figured it would be a busy dance club with big neon signs and lots of people. Instead it was an old building in a weird part of town. But I convinced myself that it was fine. Lots of warehouse districts had great clubs. I walked up to the door, which was glass, but it had been blacked out so you couldn't see in. When I opened it, I expected to see lots of people and strobing lights, but instead, there was just a foyer with a small window. The guy on the other side of the window was about 40, and had his shirt off, so I figured it had to be the right place. I walked up and asked to get in, and he just smiled back at me. "ID?" he asked. And I handed over my fake. He looked at it, looked at me, chuckled, and handed it back. "That'll be $20," he said, "unless you want a room." I was confused, so I said no. I gave him $20 and he buzzed me through a door. The other side of the door held a locker room. Still no dancing men and strobing lights. Though there was some dance music, so I still thought I was in the right place. There was no one in the locker room but me, and the guy at the window could tell I looked confused. "Never been here before, boy?" he asked. I shook my head no, and he walked around the counter. "We love new boys around here," he said with a genuine smile on his face. "Just take your clothes off here, and I'll show you where everyone hangs out," he said casually. My eyes about popped out of my head. "My clothes?" I asked timidly. "Yeah boy," he replied, "this is a gay sex club. Now get them off." I looked at him shocked, but then I saw a hot young college guy walk through the room. He was taller than me, and chiseled too, with strong arms and tan skin. I about melted. I looked back at the attendant, "I don't have to do anything I don't want, right?" I asked. He assured me that I didn't. "Just looking is fine," he said as he stripped my clothes off me and locked them away in a locker I wrapped the towel he handed me around my waist, and we walked back through a maze of rooms. Back there, I began to see more men. Some were standing in the hall jerking. Some were going into rooms or out of them. All oif them stopped to stare at me. The attendant pointed to a sauna, then a steam room. Each had a handful of men in them. He showed me where the shower room was. Another few guys were in there. He showed me a couple rooms for group fun. The movie theater room had porn playing and at least a dozen guys. And another room had a sling in one corner and a bed with handcuffs on it in another corner. That room was empty for now. Another room had glory holes with cocks sticking through them and a few guys sucking them. And last, he showed me a dark room. Then he told me any of the public play spaces were fine. The guys would respect my boundaries. "But," he said, "If you go into the dark room, or into a private room, I can't make any promises what'll happen to you." It was an ominous warning, and I was nervous, so I took it seriously. Then he showed me where the condoms were and told me to have fun. "Oh, and my name's Alex," he said, "in case you need anything." Then he walked back to his perch at the front desk. I walked into the porn room and sat down. There was a raw gangbang scene on the screen, and they were pounding the boy in the middle as rough as they could. None of the porn I'd watched at home had been this raunchy. But my dick did get hard. I looked around and noticed the other guys were mostly touching themselves too, and most of the towels had come off. So I pulled mine off too and started to play with my dick. I couldnt' believe I was doing this. In a public place. With other guys watching. Before long, one of the guys came up to me from behind and put his hands on my chest. He was mid-30's and hot as fuck. A little bit hairy with a shaved head and a short beard. So hot. I'd never been touched by a man before. Then another came over, and another. I started to panic, "No thanks!" I yelled awkwardly and slipped out of the room leaving my towel behind. I heard them laugh as I went. I thought about leaving but decided to step into the steam room instead. Just to calm down. I sat down inside, and looked at the guys on either side of me. One was bigger, and late 40's, and the other was tiny, about my age. The young guy got on his knees in front of me. Was he about to blow me, just like that? Sure enough, without saying a word, he took my dick in his mouth. It felt good. I was enjoying it. Then the guy on the other side reached over, grabbed my hand, and put it on his dick. I about jumped up, and the guy sucking me off almost fell backward. "Sorry," I apologized, and I bolted from the room. I wandered for a little while, everyone staring at me as I walked around. Then, a guy who about made me melt walked out of the room with the sling in it. He was tall, early 30's, muscled and hairless. His eyes were pure fuck. Their light blue contrasted his dark stubble. He was completely disarming. He smiled at me. "I'm Brad," he said, "I saw what happened ealier in the theater. They shouldn't have done that to you. Want to come in here for a bit?" I nodded my head yes, and followed him. When we were inside, his demeanor changed. "They should have treated you like this," he said with a sneer. And four other guys grabbed me. One stuffed some cummy undies in my mouth as I tried to scream. And they dragged me to the bed, where they cuffed me to the corners. I was crying and begging them to stop through the gag. I didn't want this to happen. I had never wanted this. Just a fun night dancing. Brad could see it in my eyes. "Don't worry," he said as I stopped struggling against the cuffs, "this'll all be over soon." A tear dropped from my eye. "You can't just go around here teasing everyone," he said as he walked around the bed I was cuffed to, "You've got to give up that hole eventually." He paused to trace his finger down my chest while the other guys watched, and he grabbed my dick and smiled. Then he let go and kept walking around the bed. He pulled the gag out and ordered me not to scream. Then, he explained what was going to happen, "I bet you're a virgin," he said with a sadistic smile, "Well not anymore. One of us is going to take your cherry tonight, boy. And you get to pick which one." I begged him to stop, but he threatened to put the gag back in if I didn't quiet down. "You see," he said, "Of the five of us, three are completely clean, and two have HIV. High viral loads too. Now you get to pick one guy to fuck you tonight. If you get one of the negative guys, then when you're done, we let you go home to your mommy. No harm no foul. But if you pick one of the positive guys, he gets to dump his seed in you, and then so do the rest of us." He paused for a minute, and added, "Oh, and none of us are gentle," he winked, "and none use condoms. Choose wisely." Then he stepped back and all five of them dropped their towels. Oh fuck. None of them would be easy. They were all in their 30's, white, and pretty hung. One was at least 7" soft. The others were hard. One was uncut, 8-9" and really thick. Another was probably 7" cut, but as big around as a baseball bat. The fourth was the biggest--10" and massively thick. Terrifying. And Brad, the ring leader, was 9" but not quite as thick. "Tick tock," Brad said, "We'll give you one question, but you can't ask status." I thought for a second. "Are the bigger cocks the positive ones?" I asked. "I said you can't ask about status," Brad replied, "But not necessarily. That wouldn't be any fun. Now your time's up. Decide which one of us gets to tear that little boy hole apart." I was terrified. They were playing mind games with me. I decided Brad was out right away. He was probably one of the positive guys since he set this up. And I didn't want to take the massive cock. The thick one didn't sound good either. And the one who was soft could have ended up growing huge. Not a chance I wanted to take. I gestured to the uncut guy. He was big. Probably 9" and thick, but I thought he was my best bet. They all cheered, and he stepped up. They uncuffed me, flipped me over, and held me down by my arms and legs. And then I felt it. A searing pain. He had shoved himself in my virgin hole all at once, as hard as he could, without lube. He drilled down as I cried and begged him to stop. I'd never felt pain like that in my life. He pulled out and smeared blood on my lower back, then shoved himself back in. He pummeled and pounded, and the other guys cheered him on. After what felt like hours, he moaned and I felt a warm sensation inside me. The guys let go, and I turned myself back over. And that's when I saw it. As he walked away from me, on his back, there was a biohazard tattoo. Brad leaned in close to my ear and whispered that I'd just been pozzed. Then, without warning, he lifted my ankles up by my head and shoved himself in me. I screamed as he did it, and he reached down and clamped his hands down on my throat. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, boy," he said menacingly. I laid there and stared into his cold eyes as he raped me. When he had dumped inside me, the others lined up and used me too. After each one, I sucked them clean. And when they were done, they disappeared out of the room, nowhere to be found. I stumbled back to the locker room, and Alex took one look at me and laughed. He abandoned the front desk and walked over to me. "Get on your knees," he said, and he whipped out his cock. I sucked him off, and he came down my throat. Then he patted me on the cheek, and said, "At least tell me you used condoms, boy?" I replied back, "No, this group of guys wouldn't let me." He got serious. "How many of them?" he asked. I told him there were five and described Brad to him. "Fuck!" he hollared. "I know them. All five of them were poz and not on meds, kid. Sorry." Then he handed me my clothes from the locker and walked back to the front desk. I got dressed in silence, trying to take in what had just happened to me. As I walked to the door, he didn't even bother looking up at me. He just said, "You'll be back boy, you've got nothing to lose now." And as I walked outside, the morning sunlight hit my face. How was I going to live with myself? What was I going to do? How could I let this happen? As I settled into my car to drive home, I noticed the cum still on my mouth, and rather than wiping it off, I licked my lips. He was right, I probably would be back. It had definitely been a birthday to remember.
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I noticed the 2 Clubs that hosted Nasty Kink Pigs NKP Macho parties in San Bernadino, Club FA, and North Hollywood Threshold LA, closed according to NKP. The last Macho parties were in February. I value my sobriety, so I never went. I hate that now I don't have the choice. I think I saw on here, BreedingZone, that Nob Hill Theater in San Francisco closed recently too(August 2018) after 50 fuckin' years. Chicago lost Manscountry in 2017. Sadly, the owner died. Chicago lost Bijou Theater too. I think all the XXX theaters in NYC are gone. I worked at Gaiety, & enjoyed David. I think a big part of closings is lack of business, or is it politics, or combo? Saint Louis lost my favorite club "Faces" like fifteen years ago. Lack of business. As I recall, the door man was stabbed to death by a tweeker, and then attendance fell dramatically. Faces had deadly violence the first time I was there 1988(underage event). When the doorman was stabbed to death(2003?) in front of patrons it made front page local news. I heard within six months of the stabbing the owners received electric bill for +$10,xxx. The power company discontinued service, probably all beer & liquor deliveries ceased too. They had a darkroom that was so HOT & fun, butt i kept lo?sing my wallet in there. One of my friends in the Insurance business says nobody would underwrite a club of thousands square feet today. Men I knew who were partners/owners in big dance clubs got them insured under umbrella policies that covered multiple businesses that together did $$$ a year. My point is= we the pervs must frequent these parties, and venues if we want them to continue in business. R.I.P.
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I'm visiting Berlin from Canada for the first time in the Easter weekend. This will be my first time here and I intend to get into Snax party in lab.ortary as well as the basements and backrooms of the Berlin clubs. I'm in my late 30s, very well-built, mild-mannered with a raunchy side. And I was told by many that I look very good in fetish wear (leather or rubber). The catch is: I'm Asian and I don't even go visit leather bars in my hometown (although I'm interested) as I think my profile doesn't fit the crowd (and I'm not into drinking in the first place). Neither do I fit any Asian stereotype (if there is any). I hope Berlin could be a good start to explore and develop the raunchy side of myself and I like what I read here: that Berliners, unlike people in many places, don't spend all the time looking online and at their phones: there are more actions in the real world. What can I expect in Berlin? Shall I at least make a try?
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I saw this clip on Tumblr a while ago and I've always wondered where it was filmed - looks like a cool place to explore! Any ideas, anyone? https://verbalpozforneg.tumblr.com/post/156696011357/never-get-tired-of-watching-this-one Thanks Andy
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Taking my new fella to London this weekend... Were is there to get his arse loaded with as much spunk as possible?
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What's your favourite place to fuck? If it's not in the list then specify below. Any particular reason it's your favourite? Love getting fucked in a stinky piss smelling public restroom, the risk of getting caught is hot, usually can get several loads if its a cruisy restroom, no questions asked and there can be some hot horny str8 guys who need a release. Met quite a few hot n hung married guys in restrooms
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I might be going to SOP for the first time ever this weekend - anyone else going?
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Been going dancing lately and hitting some of the late night clubs. Looking for other club buddies to play, dance, and party with during the nights. Always great having others to hang with and go to steamworks after the late night clubs for even more bareback fun. Hit me up if interested in hanging with during the next big circuit parties in SF
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Went out with a friend last night. After a few hours clubbing our hearts out, we decided to head out. We jumped in his car and started to look for some food. After a few minutes he said he was wanting a bj. He promptly pulled out his 8in cut dick and waved it at me. So, being the slut I am, I leaned over and started giving him road head. When he stops the car, I look up and we are back at my place. He zips up and we head in. As soon as we get in, he tells me to strip and he pulls his dick back out. I start sucking again, naked, when I hear a door open. I keep sucking when I hear my roommate start taking to my friend. My roommate and I have fucked before so it's no big deal fit him seeing my mouth wrapped around a cock. But I think my friend had set it up with my roommate because in a matter of minutes I was leaned over the couch, friend fucking my ass and roommate fucking my mouth. By the end of the night, I had 2 loads in my ass. Over all, a great St Pattys day weekend.
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Whats the most effective way to hook up for you? For me it has to be cruising, depends on the place but if it's busy then theres lots of dick to be had
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A stressful week usually meant one thing for Brian: a huge cock up his ass to calm things down. As he made his way home from work, he stopped at the local bar for a few drinks before heading down the sleazy part of Smith Street where the famous Club 80 was located. Club 80 was the sex club that changed many a man's life, changing bi-curious straight guys into gay men, and negative men into positive. Tonight would be no different. Outside the street bustled with people enjoying Friday night, and as it was midnight, people were starting to head home as the bars and restaurants closed-up. It was a full moon: the sky was painted with stars and the light summer breeze rushed through Brian’s hair as he adjusted his cap to hide his identity. Quickly entering the Club, Brian paid the entrance fee and the clerk behind the counter handed him a packet of condom and lube. Brian walked quickly past the lounge area and made his way to the corridors where all the action occurred. The club consist of separate rooms, glory holes and dark mazes (where anything could happen). A man caught Brian’s attention and, without hesitation, Brian pursued the man, eventually ending up in the dark maze area where he continued to follow the man into the shadows, where a strong hand caught him, and began to caress him from behind. “I’ve been noticing you for quite awhile now, boy,” murmured the man in a deep, soothing voice, which reminded Brian of the Sirens luring the sailor at sea. The man moved his hands slowly down and grabbed Brians’ seven inch, fully erect cock, while the man's other hand pressed a small brown bottle under Brian’s nose. Unknowingly in the dark, Brian took a deep breath. The man pushed Brian into a half-bend, and, without any introduction or lube, a finger was pressing inside his ass followed by something hard. It was a cock. A huge, juicy, eight inch cock was trying to break into his ass. As the man initiated the action, Brian fumbled with the condom he was still clutching, but the rush of the poppers got to him, and he dropped the packet as the man pulled Brian’s hips backwards and entered him. Slowly. One inch at a time. Balls deep. Raw. The sound of the club’s music thudded loudly throughout the venue, but neither it nor the darkness, nor the thin walls could mask the sound of men fucking. “This can’t be happening”, thought Brian amidst the fucking. Brian hadn’t been fucked bareback before and he hadn't planned to starting that night. He tried to pull away but the man pulled him closer and again passed the bottle under Brian's nose, commanding "Breathe." Brian complied. The rush raced through his body, and his ass relaxed, welcoming the man's cock. “Going somewhere?” asked the man as he pulled Brian yet closer. Using one hand to grab’s Brian’s hips and cock and the other hand to bend Brian still lower, Brian was essentially locked into place and couldn’t escape. The man thrust into Brian's ass a few more times, and then stood still as he unloaded his toxic stream of hot cum into Brian’s ass. “Hope you like the gift” and with that, the man buckled-up and left into the darkness, leaving Brian with streams of cum leaking from his ass. Confused and tired from the fucking, he dressed and left the club and, a few months later, after successive tests at the clinic, confirmed his status change to HIV positive.
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It's my birthday on 18th April and coincidentally Hard On is on. I thought since I've never been in a sling in a club I'd get that one out of the way and wondered if I could get 40 guys to fuck me. All loads taken. Ideally with a top to oversee proceedings (and keep score on my chest). If you're interested get in touch. Spencer
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There was a story posted a while back about a guy who went to a bar, the barman sent him to the fetish shop on the premises with a special voucher and the guy in the shop got him fitted up in rubber, with accessories and lubed him with T laced lube and put a butt plug in, all free. He was then sent out into the bar and someone took him downstairs where it was dark. He was picked up and put in the sling, restrained and slammed. Everyone used and abused him and when the bar closed, he was told to remain for the after hours social party, where they took things further. Does anyone have this story or know where I can see it again? I have looked on here, but cannot find it. It must have been archived or deleted. I've only given you the summary. It is hot! I'd love that to happen to me, but unlikely. Has a his happened to you? Or something simliar? Admin: Apologies if this doesn't belong in the fiction section, I wasn't sure and thought it should be, because it's about a story which was posted here. Please move it, if it is the h the wrong place.
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CumUnion London has been replaced with 'CumLondon' instead. Same event, same venue but different name..... Got an email and found a flyer for it! Who plans on coming along? Really excited as it will be my first bareback party so it's quite a big deal for me... I'm hopeing I cum away from event with more than just memories > http://www.se5dungeon.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/SQUARE-CUMLONDON.jpg
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Thinking of spending New Years Eve at a sauna in London, finishing the year on a bang literally Any suggestions on the best one to use? Anyone ever been there on NYE? If so whats it like?
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I will be traveling to NYC in about a week and thought about trying the the East or West side clubs. Any thoughts, feedback / insight or suggestions ?
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Last Saturday night was the first time in a long while that I have been to a cruise club. Originally planned to go and see what fun I can get up to, until I received a message on my phone from a guy I met on a chat site. We fucked previously at the cruise club and I thought of him hoping he would re-connect with me again. He was from a different city and I thought that being the Easter weekend he might be come up to visit his sister. And I was excited to receive his message saying that he was at the airport and wanting to hook up again. I told him that we could meet that the cruise club and he said to meet up at 10PM. This guy, let's call him Zed. Zed is caucasian, about mid to late 40s, about 5'7" tall and has a muscular/stocky build, and dark blond short hair. I am a bit taller than Zed, 5'8" tall with a slim athletic build and I am of Southeast Asian with 1/8th Eurasian descent. He is top/vers and from my first fuck session with him I understood that he likes his bottom to be quietly submissive and compliant. There I was 20 minutes to 10 checking in at the cruise club, feeling all excited and jittery and then off to the gents for final prep . I had prepped myself properly before I left as I prefer my fucks to be interruption-free. Once I was done I waited and sat on a bench upstairs at the cruise. It was not only 2 minutes that Zed walked over to me, I did not recognise him as it was dark but he greeted me and grabbed my hand. I realise I saw him at the urinals in the gents earlier. He looked excited at the prospect of fucking me and inseminating me again. We went to a room and undressed. There was not much of a foreplay, although we kissed and he sucked my cock and as I bent down to take off my shoes I sucked his cock which was already hard. I lie on my back on the mattress and made sure I had my poppers handy. Zed loves using poppers too and he is one of those tops who uses poppers and stays hard and go all crazy with the amyl buzz while fucking away. I love those kind of tops. Zed squirted some lube from the lube dispenser on the wall and smeared it on his cock. While he was doing this I huffed on the poppers in preparation. He lined up his cock with my mancunt and I was surprised that I was pliant enough to let his hard hot cock in. Zed has a nice cock, about 6 or 7 inches, perhaps more 7 inches and thick too. I passed the poppers to him and he snorted the amyl then passed it back to me. I sniffed some more and off we fuck. We kissed as we fuck. The cruise club had loud music blaring but in that room it was my hole and his cock that was all that mattered. We fucked with me on my back for a while until he slid his cock out and asked me to turn over. I guess this was his favourite position. I turn around on my tummy and sniff the poppers while he slid his hungry cock back in. He grabbed the bottle of poppers from me when I was done with it and snorted deeply. He then started fucking me in earnest. I was flat on my tummy and my head was to the side. I could feel his hands were clasped together on my back and he was lying tightly on top of me. I could hear his happy grunts, fucking away happily. I knew he wanted it to last. But also I knew he wanted to get his cock as deep as he can. I could feel that his cock was facing a bit of resistance, which means he was trying to breach the second sphincter. He must like the thought of breaking down that wall as it would be a tighter space where his cock could explore. All the while he was fucking me he was grunting, happy and content. I did not realise that I myself was moaning involuntarily to his thrusts. It feels so good. My hole is never lazy as my mancunt walls would spasm around his invading cock giving him pleasure that he seeks. Slowly but surely he was making progress with opening the second sphincter. I grabbed the bottle of poppers and snorted deeply through both nostrils and also huffed some through my mouth. I passed the bottle of poppers to Zed and he snorted as deep as I did. Then his cock popped through. It was always like a surprise to me when this happens as it happens suddenly and even if it is part of my body, it feels unpredictable when it would allow a cock to pass through. Zed was happy. Fucking away. We continued some more fucking and snorting amy. Until I sensed that Zed could not hold any longer. While he was thrusting away deeply he said to me "Here it comes" then I could feel his cock expand in the very deep part of my mancunt and feel the wetness that I always feel when being inseminated by a spurting cock. He was really deep in pulsating away the contents of his balls. He shot perhaps 8-9 spurts of his semen up my hole. He was taking deep intakes of breath and gasping while he fucked his cum deep inside. It felt so good knowing that I am receiving his semen and my body will be absorbing his dna. I suspect that he too must feel good to have impregnated his cum inside of me. We lay that way for a while until he slowly slipped out of my hole. We kissed and lain on the mattress for a while. Then got up and wiped ourselves with the paper towels from the dispenser on the wall. He has deifinitely fucked his cum really deep inside of me as I could not sense the feeling of the cum dripping down my cunt walls. My second sphincter must have tighten up after. We dressed and said our goodbyes. He headed out of the room first while I continued dressing up. It was while putting on my clothes back on that I could feel the wet, squelchiness in my cunt. The semen was slowly dripping down my cunt walls. I know at this moment that my cunt walls would be absorbing his dna. I left the room to go clean up in the gents and saw Zed at the urinals. We smiled at each other and then I went to a toilet cubicle that has a wash basin inside. Once i cleaned up but most importantly with Zed's cum still marinating deep in my cunt I got out of the toilet cubicle and saw Zed at the sink washing his hand. We kissed and said our goodbyes again when we got out of the toilet. I thought of leaving after that but decided to stay for a bit and take a breather and sat at the same bench when I first got into the club. Not long after there was a younger guy wearing a t-shirt and board shorts who walked past me and stood at the wall near the glory holes. He was wearing a cap but I could see that he was way younger than me. He kept looking my way and I thought, maybe this is going to be a fun night...
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Taking POZ Seed in Atlanta I was interning in a corporate office to pick up some hours as I was putting myself through school. My boss, Tim, asked me to come along with him to Atlanta for a conference. He said it would be a good opportunity to interview prospective firms that I might apply to for work after school. The company was going to pay for our flight and our room, which we'd have to share, but I knew Tim was professional and it would not be an issue. How could I say no? The fist two days of the conference went well, and I handed out a bunch of resumes. One firm scheduled an interview with me and I nervously went. The interview was in a living room area in a suite shared by several partners in the firm. I met Chuck, a junior partner, right on time. He was wearing a nicely-tailored slim suit that only accentuated his muscular chest. He extended his hairy palm and shook my hand vigorously. I could feel myself going weak at the knees for this hunk, but managed to hold it together. Turns out that Chuck had gone to the same university as me and was impressed with my resume. After about thirty minutes chatting about life, my ten-year plan, etc., he told me that he would be pleased to offer me a job, on the spot, to start as soon as I got my diploma. Score!!! He offered to take me and my boss out to celebrate. Even though my boss, Tim, was married and had a family, I always suspected he was a closet-case. I couldn't help but sneak a peek at his chest as he showered and changed clothes for the night. My suspicions were confirmed when I met Chuck and Tim in the hotel lobby and both were dressed to impress. Both of them clearly worked out, and their tight t-shirts clung to every ripple of their muscles and their tight jeans left little to the imagining. They kissed on the cheek and hugged. We three hopped in a cab, with me in the middle. I knew there was some chemistry going on between these two and felt awkward being caught in the middle. The cab dropped us off on the north side of town and we barhopped, getting more and more drunk with each stop. By the last stop, Chuck and Tim couldn't keep their hands off each other and disappeared into the bathroom for what must have been fifteen minutes. I entertained myself at the bar, knowing those two studs were getting it on in the bathroom. The bartender chatted me up a bit and brought me a drink, “from an admirer,” he said, pointing to a really cute guy in his mid-30s a few stools down. I smiled at him and said thanks. He scooted to the stool next to me, and we flirted a little. He introduced himself as Brad, which made the bartender chuckle, so I doubted that was his real name. Brad had cropped black hair styled up into a faux-hawk , a chiseled stubbled jaw, and pale blue eyes that I wanted to stare into for a long time. He put his hand on my thigh and I let him. He bought me another drink. Still no sign of Tim and Chuck. After downing the second Jack and coke Brad had bought for me, I told him I would be right back and staggered to the bathroom, mostly to check on my current and future bosses. Sure enough, they were going at it hot and heavy in a stall. All of the urinals were occupied by guys pissing or guys wanking listening to the fucking going on behind the latched door. I let myself into the next stall and was surprised to find a glory hole. I knelt down to take a look and saw Chuck pounding the hell out of Tim's ass. I'm pretty sure it was bareback, but didn't want to get caught peeping, so I pissed and left. When I got back to the bar, Brad was still sitting there, with a fresh Jack and coke waiting for me. Something in the back of my head told me not to drink it, that he might have slipped something into it, but I figured, what the hell. He was super cute and I figured I was going to go home with him anyway, so what did I have to loose? From that point on, my memory of the evening is spotty at best. * * * I was on my knees in an alley, asphalt grinding into skin, as Brad face-fucked me. He had a thick uncut 8” cock and low-hanging balls that bounced with the force of him driving in and out of my mouth, my jaw opened to the limit. I remember seeing a scorpion tattoo on his groin. It was so sexy, almost dancing as his muscles flexed. “You like my tatt?” “Ummmmgh-huhghghg,” I gurgled as he kept fucking my face. “Want one of your own?” “Ummmmgh-huhghghg!” * * * Brad had somehow gotten me into his pick-up truck. I was slumped in the passenger side with my pants at my knees as he fisted my drooling boner. He was driving my somewhere. He got out of the truck and walked around, supporting me with his brawny arms, and walked me into a neon-lit tattoo parlor. “Just like mine,” I remember him telling the artist as he unbuckled his belt and let his pants drop. A bearded hulk of a guy with a rebel flag bandana and a long unkempt beard pulled my pants down and had to jerk back as my wet cock sprung up. Brad leaned me back and poured some whisky into my mouth as the tattoo artist laid down the design and began to trace it with the needles. • • • “No, let's go back to my hotel, Brad. It's classy. You'll like it,” I slurred. I couldn't believe I had invited this stranger back to my room, the room I was sharing with my boss who was more than likely hooking up as well! I remember leaning on him as he walked me through the lobby and into the elevator. We miraculously found the right room and let ourselves in. Sure enough, Tim and Chuck were in bed together, Chuck riding Tim's dick as he bounced him and down, their sweaty backs glistening in the low-light of the room. They froze as we walked in. Brad piped up, “Don't let us disturb you...” He was dragging me by now, into the bathroom. He flipped on the incredibly bright light and tore my clothes off. I remember the cold of the tile. I remember him sucking my dick as he traced my aching new tattoo with his finger. I remember him tongue-fucking my ass as my face was pressed against the bathtub rim. I remember him slapping me around a bit with his dick. I remember pushing back to meet his thrusts as he fucked me, bare. I remember shooting my load all over the floor and him pushing my face down into it and forcing me to lick it up. I remember him cumming deep in my ass, at least twice. The rest is a blank. • • • The next morning, I awoke sore from head to toe. My stomach was aching more than it ever had. Brad must have beat me black and blue. I had two black eyes, a bloody nose, and innumerable bruises all over my body. I was too weak to stand. Tim knocked gently on the door and let himself in. “Morning, tiger.” He was shocked to see me in the tub, naked, used, and abused. He was even more surprised by my new tattoo. “I didn't know you were a Scorpio.” Tim was a real gentleman, and helped me stand up and gently held me under the shower head. I knew he was getting hard and could feel his cock nuzzled up against my ass. “I've always thought you were so sexy, but if we ever screw, I want it to be nice for both of us. You're too messed up now to enjoy it...” I smiled weakly as he gingerly kissed my neck and rinsed me all over. I saw a river of pink as he washed my ass. “He must have really torn you up back there! Hope it was worth it!” It was only later that day that it really sunk it what had happened to me. I freaked out when I realized that he had fucked me raw and came in my ass at least twice. He had used me all night. I cried out several times, but Chuck and Tim thought it was because I was enjoying myself. On the flight home, I confessed to Tim what had happened and that I thought I had been drugged. “So did your new friend convince you to get that tatt?” “Yeah. It matches his.” “You know what that symbol can mean, right?” He told me and I was mortified. Brad might have been POZ. As soon as I got back to my dorm on campus, I dropped my stuff and headed to the student health clinic. They took blood samples and told me that I had definitely been given something other than booze. I tested NEG and had to go back every month for testing for a full six months just to be sure. Word to the wise, if you're in Atlanta, don't let “Brad” buy you a drink, unless, of course, you're into that sort of thing. Which I now am...
