Jump to content

Search the Community

Showing results for tags 'fucking'.

  • Search By Tags

    Type tags separated by commas.
  • Search By Author

Content Type


Forums

  • General
    • Tips, Tricks, Rules & Help
    • General Discussion
    • HIV/AIDS & Sexual Health Issues
    • Your Last Load...
    • Cocksucking Discussion
  • Bareback Porn
    • Bareback Porn Discussion
    • BBBH.com
  • Reading Material
    • Bareback Bloggers
    • General Bareback Sex Stories
  • The Backroom
    • READ THIS - New Rules Going Into Effect!
    • HIV Fetish - Bug Chasers, Gift Givers, etc.
    • Bug Chasing & Gift Giving FICTION
    • Sex With "Enhancements"
    • Chem Sex FICTION
  • Fetish Forum
    • Hetero Fetish Topics Are In The Hetero Forum
    • Hardcore Fetishes Forum
    • Softcore Fetishes Forum
  • Fem Trans & Cross-Dressing Forum
    • Fem Trans & Cross-Dressing General Discussion
    • Fem Trans & Cross-Dressing FICTION
  • Straight & Bi Forums
    • Straight & Bi General Discussion
    • Straight & Bi FICTION
  • Regional Hookup Forums
    • New York Metro Area
    • London Metro Area
    • Chicago Metro Area
    • San Francisco / Oakland / San Jose
    • Los Angeles Metro Area
    • Washington D.C. / Baltimore Metro Areas
    • United States: Texas
    • United States: Florida
    • United States: Other: Northeast
    • United States: Other: Southeast
    • United States: Other: Northwest
    • United States: Other: Southwest
    • United States: Other: Central
    • Canada
    • Central & South America
    • The UK & Ireland
    • Europe & Russia
    • Asia & The Middle East
    • Australia & New Zealand
    • Africa

Blogs

  • Blog rawTOP
  • Blog versmetropig
  • Blog Seney
  • Blog justcurious1990
  • Blog fwed
  • Blog kh2348
  • Blog BarebackJimmy
  • Blog stickitin
  • Blog Belfast-Bottom
  • Neg4Poz Cumdump
  • Blog breederbear
  • Blog MixMutt
  • Blog bbboyfucker
  • Blog saintluis
  • Blog cumhole
  • Blog wolfJD
  • Blog Edmond41
  • Blog alphatop7
  • Blog brayton
  • Blog Feeder
  • Blog pshornyguy
  • Blog shavedtail
  • Blog micronut52
  • Blog MoBBBoy
  • Blog nycityboy888
  • Blog Mack
  • Blog ready
  • Blog PigBreeder
  • Blog Ajinnyc7
  • Blog plowedanplanted
  • Blog JoshLandaleXXX
  • Blog xb240
  • Blog marcaocuritiba
  • http://invisibleman46.blogspot.c om
  • Blog chiflybtm
  • Blog andc11
  • Blog boynextwhore
  • Blog rubbermutt
  • Blog matty20
  • Blog CristianKnox
  • Blog RebelWIL
  • Blog Grunt
  • Blog astguy
  • Blog mikeinga
  • Blog POZ-friendlybtm
  • Blog SIReast
  • Blog davtex
  • Blog bbbtmgj
  • Blog barebottombearut
  • Blog pghbtm4fun
  • Blog Djim
  • Blog dippincowboy121
  • Blog bhamkp
  • Blog Slipitupme
  • Blog MascMountainMan
  • Blog SethChase
  • Blog GeorgiaBoy
  • Blog dhtreat
  • Blog AdventurousButSane
  • Blog HungLatinDom
  • Blog utahrawslut
  • Bear Hawg
  • Blog ConflictedNegBttm
  • Blog CigarBottom
  • Blog Man4manplay
  • Blog dik2b82
  • Blog hastingsbottom
  • Blog profwhtforhung
  • Blog BBbottombear
  • A virgin no more
  • Blog Steve-O
  • Blog RobRodin
  • Antics of a Super Shooter
  • Blog Badboy
  • Blog bb25btm
  • Blog otrguy
  • Blog ashxusn
  • Blog bugchaser38
  • Blog flashcard
  • Blog jtk456
  • Blog leatherkinkster
  • Blog chikid23
  • Blog WACub
  • Blog KatenaBetaNovaX3000
  • Blog Tucsonmale
  • Just me
  • Blog cumdumpbna
  • Blog btmboy12
  • Blog seattlebbbtm
  • Blog goodboygonebad
  • Blog Dogbreath
  • Blog topTransgirl
  • Blog aladinsydney
  • Blog geekyandkinky
  • Blog melbare
  • Blog Schlatko
  • Blog les_evil
  • Blog natejock
  • Blog hotjenn
  • Blog YOJ7786
  • Blog AimlessUpward
  • Blog bbfan74
  • Blog Onebrute
  • Tumblr POZ Barebacking with a TwisT
  • Blog NWBearDog
  • Blog TOPbarebackSD
  • Blog rawbttmsj24
  • Blog planetboy20
  • Blog oakbttmbear
  • Blog RedDog80
  • Blog bigboblee
  • Blog ssmart08
  • Blog westsierra
  • Blog cannind
  • Blog squaredolphin
  • cub's nest
  • Blog PierreG
  • Blog flasunlover
  • Blog LBRaw
  • Blog scotsfan71
  • Blog Hotload84
  • Blog ibeg4dick
  • Blog bizaruk
  • Blog MarkVonBeast
  • a carnal animal amongst humans
  • Blog Screwtop
  • Blog coyotesmiles
  • Blog Cloaked
  • Blog i69nwind
  • Daddy Fantasy
  • Blog rj_RAW
  • Blog adje
  • Blog AlwaysOpen
  • Blog uncut23
  • Blog wjhnsea
  • Blog Bama_bareback_1973
  • Blog jock4seedn
  • Blog yourcummyass
  • Blog teubxxx
  • Blog RawJock28
  • Blog westernsky
  • Blog hockeyguymatt
  • Blog 666digger
  • Blog DoncasterCumDump
  • Blog barlii
  • Blog ExtremeCumHole
  • Blog sun159159
  • Blog Toxicbreedingscum
  • Blog barefunonly
  • Blog fairlygay
  • Blog CumslutNL
  • Blog NastyRigPig
  • Blog Glad2BeGay
  • Blog lkng4fun636
  • Blog rpbchicago
  • Blog MACHOMOE
  • Blog piercedcock555
  • London cum slut
  • Blog wfjihhf
  • Blog Me2u
  • Blog cumbro
  • Blog friendlyfind
  • Blog tnrawbottom
  • Blog cruisingeek
  • Blog TwinkBugChaser
  • Slut
  • Blog NY40
  • Blog sincitybear
  • Blog STDbreeder
  • Blog mecatt
  • TS bondage
  • Blog dazangel
  • Blog gorgio70
  • Blog ladeeda
  • Blog undecided_chaseer
  • Blog northbull
  • Blog smoothbottom
  • Blog sleazybarebacker
  • Blog lengthtaker
  • Blog cumdumpSD
  • Blog txz71
  • Blog bareback_bear_stud
  • Blog Quietus
  • Blog nike8810
  • Blog Nemesis
  • Blog alwaysinleather
  • Blog DaddyBoyLover
  • Blog stmplant
  • Blog FatFuckPigMA
  • Blog buck
  • Blog bb my ass uk wiltshire
  • Blog cumhole1919
  • Blog OpenBottomLV
  • Blog fuckmebb
  • Blog bbblktop4u
  • Blog screamin4semen
  • Blog marcsoton
  • Blog bbbottom97007
  • Blog Rawbikerpride
  • Blog BeaverCtyMike
  • Blog yerfukhole
  • Blog skinbastard
  • Blog boy113
  • Blog bb1991
  • Blog got2getit
  • Blog Bugb
  • Blog collegebbaddict
  • Stop
  • Blog pozBAMA
  • Blog dirtypiglet
  • Blog Inthemoodforu25
  • Blog leantop
  • Blog ncguysx
  • Blog rtrightnow
  • Blog Beefypig
  • Blog kinkydawg
  • Blog hottopforbarebottoms
  • Blog ng2bbgroup
  • Blog priapus
  • Blog PeterDev
  • Blog hanjin50
  • Blog rebel_pigpnpToy
  • Looking for Gift Givers for Research Study
  • Blog welshlad
  • Blog cockrider66
  • Blog bbffmuscle
  • Blog Pigmansex
  • Blog pig4poz
  • Blog blktone67
  • Blog Leatherboycub
  • Blog SpunkJunkyPissHound
  • Blog johnnyappleseed
  • Blog rawlondonfuck
  • Blog scotjr
  • Blog TopPigBB
  • Blog bttmsubslut
  • Blog Bottom4allTops
  • Blog monkey2
  • Blog getagrip
  • Blog ckt
  • Blog hap2pl
  • Blog pozpigluvr
  • Blog atyl7u
  • Blog bibi0719
  • Blog eatmetoothless
  • Blog TopHunter
  • Blog AIDSWHORE2024258210
  • Blog BerkshireNeg
  • Blog wonderboy
  • Blog BearBackBreeder
  • Blog breedable
  • Blog square678
  • Blog Dirtysouth
  • Blog pulszer
  • Blog ladforcock
  • Measuring a summer's day, I only find it slips away to grey. I was in a Tangerine state of mind ....
  • Blog miamiraw
  • Blog Versipellem
  • Blog alabamapig
  • Blog YorkshireLad
  • Blog ilovemy4skin
  • Blog mzpnky87
  • Blog SkorpeoRaw
  • Blog youngwolf87
  • Blog Poz.Guy
  • Blog 666Bruder
  • Blog barefootbob
  • Blog pettitebtm
  • Adventures of a Total Bottom with a Bubble Butt
  • Blog inseminator
  • Blog LAmischief
  • Blog hungryjuicyhole
  • Blog DesperateToBePozzed
  • Blog baretop4yng
  • Blog wjk23023
  • Blog takearisk
  • Blog sexyguychi
  • Blog JJ978
  • Blog PhxSlammin
  • Blog seedmedeep
  • Blog daltonandrews
  • Blog totaltopbiperv
  • Blog hotnastybottom
  • Blog sluttydogboy
  • I got 31 loads in christmas weekend in steamworks berekely
  • Blog needacop
  • Blog btmsubm
  • Blog Sinful Alex
  • Blog NW1Raw
  • Blog jlrb810
  • Blog bibottom
  • Blog ryan
  • Blog gotfur
  • Blog barebottomphx
  • Blog uncutslave
  • Blog RedPhillip
  • Blog oshawaman67
  • Blog sololo77
  • Blog lthrbearaz
  • Blog Tal2525
  • Blog ozrawrugger
  • Blog Davy
  • Blog LookingnCity
  • Hairy Aids Daddy takes my gono
  • Blog smsm0022
  • Blog Bareslut4use
  • Blog lanaclark89
  • Blog nottinghamcub
  • Blog SouthEnd27
  • Blog Nasty Raw Bottom
  • Blog BlogShag
  • Blog bottompig911
  • Blog topdadinchi
  • Blog pozbottom
  • Blog boywonder
  • Blog newcub
  • Blog mainelee51
  • Blog runjock8
  • Blog Curious4Raw
  • Blog nono1324
  • Blog buttrimmer
  • Blog SmoothyAce
  • Blog eurotopnyc
  • Blog JessePowerBttm
  • Blog goldeagle2584
  • Blog partying.hard
  • Blog cengjin3
  • Blog mmcc1919
  • Blog stickymick
  • Blog Piggyworm
  • Serving Stephen
  • Blog sfdolan
  • Blog HOTBIGUYNLEX
  • Blog Poniboy
  • Blog nsbd
  • Blog Burnboy
  • Blog barebacklad0
  • Blog mach3male
  • Blog creamytwinky
  • Blog pullmanslut
  • Blog topdad
  • Blog Sdawg6
  • Blog pozindian
  • Blog rawboyz
  • My Slutty Craved Journey
  • Blog anoncumdump4u
  • Blog RISKIT
  • Blog culo99
  • Blog chello4u
  • Blog LondonMuscle
  • From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
  • Blog Mandigo19
  • Blog NC_guy
  • Blog Barratboy
  • Blog wpbguy
  • Blog jockstrapbud1
  • Blog PDX4NIK8ER
  • Blog MikeyUK
  • Blog skinnytranny
  • Blog talho
  • Blog aidswhorepig
  • Blog paulyoung
  • Blog coreysstory
  • Blog BBCowboy4You2Breed
  • Blog rugg_me
  • Blog MercLondonUK
  • Blog torobred
  • Blog punkasfuck
  • Blog bb_leeds
  • Blog kinky_hot
  • Blog RapeMe
  • Blog barebro
  • Blog curiousbttmboi
  • Blog secslt
  • Blog Jackfoster
  • Blog Postmanpat
  • Blog negskin38
  • Blog Barebackers
  • Blog daddybear40
  • Blog minihahaorl
  • Blog open2all_vers
  • Blog Cumdump4dom
  • Blog chris0149
  • Blog PozzedRebel
  • Blog chad7771
  • Blog jimmysed
  • Blog Love2bottom
  • Blog fuckholedc
  • Blog RiKanMacHoFucker
  • Blog ScrewBoy2002
  • Blog EvilShemaleWhore
  • Blog e_garza
  • Blog ricanrawhole
  • Blog tnpig92
  • Blog SSkinblade
  • Blog sloppy2nds
  • Blog NHZXBoi
  • Blog ilovepozloads
  • Blog denverpartyboi80211
  • Blog aaron4gwm
  • Blog k9cuteboy
  • Blog hellion1971
  • Blog PwrBrttmLA
  • Blog TwistedSeaMan
  • Blog wynona tv
  • Blog bihairy40
  • I've taken hundreds of Poz Loads, but Still Neg. What's up?
  • Blog monkey2712
  • Blog nastyblackguy
  • Blog evilqueerpig
  • Blog Totop
  • Blog Youcannevertell
  • Blog pozlover
  • Blog masc4raw
  • Blog jamesbpool
  • My Sexual Encounters
  • Blog nycrawback
  • Blog PromiseYou'llPullOut
  • Blog seabbbtm
  • Blog Test
  • Blog torontopunkboy1985
  • Blog lpoolcumdump
  • Blog cumdumpwhorehole
  • Blog bbslut11
  • Blog Graphite
  • Blog RawPartyZone
  • Blog heyheyhey
  • Blog barebottom626
  • Blog trannieslut
  • Blog NSABucks
  • Blog chryzippus
  • Blog TonyG
  • Blog cumwhore128
  • Blog Candlewood
  • Blog PozPhxStud
  • Blog Marques1970
  • Blog musclescatpig
  • i let a guy fuck me
  • Blog sodosatyr
  • Blog blkpussiboi
  • Blog sexy_Luffy
  • Blog lurker
  • Blog learhat
  • Blog dirtysydguy
  • Blog nycboy
  • Blog OKbareBtm
  • Blog FOULDAWG
  • Blog kennp
  • Blog BBASS4SEED
  • Blog vlad2277
  • Blog Hambone
  • How did you find out that you wanted a dick up your boycunt or you were giving dick to boycunt?
  • Blog aznbottom1
  • Blog loadme68
  • Blog vrsguy
  • Blog rawpaw
  • Blog cumdumpfag
  • Blog Bobby39
  • Blog houstonbare
  • Blog hungtopinky
  • Blog HappyHole
  • Blog hotguycfl
  • Boy Breeding: Barewhitetop's Breeding Blog
  • Blog BBBttmLB
  • Looking to be gangbanged in Palm Springs or Los Angeles or San Diego
  • Blog rextrek
  • Blog rawpozbtm
  • Blog HardhatBB
  • Blog Top4CumSwop
  • Blog LongHairBoy
  • Blog JerryClaxton
  • Blog rawcumbiguy
  • Blog cumupme247
  • Blog BBCigarBottom
  • Blog justanotheruser1
  • Blog thebob30
  • Blog Holger
  • Blog sprotterne
  • Blog rdvenablerayfo
  • Blog DaddyBare
  • Blog dolochenrenal
  • Blog bellrueb
  • Blog chnackzitas
  • Blog cciaalic
  • Blog briendann
  • Blog awyiepaul
  • Blog ejeanadol
  • Blog hbairosjere
  • Blog earlymari
  • Blog cconnicoharo
  • Blog pheremarc
  • Blog spacey33
  • Blog trishabcarson
  • Blog gayslammerct
  • Blog SFjockstrapboy
  • Blog bredincaptivity1985
  • Blog Kevin
  • Blog singlemen
  • Blog chester
  • raw group sex
  • Blog trishabc
  • Blog txpiggybtm
  • Blog breederslave
  • Argyll
  • Blog CumFreakDL79
  • Blog cumdumpcumpig
  • Blog collarme25
  • Blog bear5797
  • My life as a filthy slut-slave:
  • Blog bivirginsub
  • Blog fucknfeedme
  • Blog smslut
  • Blog bareFFM
  • Blog Tailgunner
  • Blog roccothrob
  • Blog barebackpassion
  • Blog happidaz
  • Blog DualWorlder
  • Blog Hunkofspunk
  • Blog Hotboi01
  • Clean Thoughts & DIRTY DESIRES
  • Blog davecork
  • Blog bonkers2376
  • Blog sInFuLsEmEn
  • Blog ChapsNL
  • Blog wsbbcumslut
  • Blog ButchBottom502
  • Blog breedertop10
  • Blog pozbb69
  • Blog BTM4CUM
  • Blog therebel43
  • Blog TxBBTop
  • Blog italianmusclepig
  • Blog badbearphx
  • Blog rawbottomuws
  • Blog pigbttmslut
  • Piotrek
  • Blog Snooker
  • Blog meixiangdaoa
  • daddys toy
  • Dublin, 31, slim, horny and very sleazy
  • Blog faggotdogslave
  • Blog Topwhore
  • Blog tanyalewis
  • Stand Out Good Times
  • Blog sentry75
  • Blog acceptor
  • Blog bbfireman
  • Blog Flipart
  • Blog raw92
  • Blog xenor
  • Blog rawpigdaddy
  • Blog flagstones
  • Blog Party Cum Hole
  • Blog rickjamel
  • Blog mrpistons2010
  • Blog bareback_YJFCVJUV
  • Blog Mark
  • Blog leatherpigboy
  • Blog hole4cocks
  • Blog NegLexBttm
  • Blog ShaneBoi
  • Looking for gay bb campers in germany
  • Blog lizaro
  • Blog kyrdnck45
  • Blog bbsex6
  • Blog ronetbus
  • Buckets of Cum
  • breeding ass in nyc
  • Blog lookin4breedn
  • Blog bi bareback slut
  • Blog bottomforsize
  • Blog uknegtop
  • Blog sanwishh
  • Blog dcfreakboi
  • Blog SlamBttm773
  • Blog bikerFFsa
  • Blog bbslutbottom
  • Blog Slutboy
  • Blog Jesseb21
  • Blog lovetobottom2000
  • Blog gbesskingg
  • Blog skybox
  • Blog ashleymneil
  • Blog pozdanny
  • Blog arseboy
  • Blog sunbathing
  • Blog Sjtatoofk
  • Blog Bunseye
  • Blog Kentucky_Chaser
  • Blog lower_bucks_bottom
  • Blog curiouss
  • Blog lovecockbot
  • Blog sub4DOM
  • Blog Readymahn
  • Blog AversiveSublime
  • Blog bearben
  • Blog lightboy928
  • Blog Able_101
  • Blog hungryhole
  • Blog harmonium
  • Blog hornyfather
  • Blog wntpozcum92
  • Blog bbturnon
  • Blog chhzz
  • Blog materia
  • Blog pozmenfistme
  • Blog JRW
  • Blog sluttypup89
  • Blog marcmanuel
  • Blog d999
  • Blog sxyleo
  • Blog baregeil
  • Blog breedmeonfuckingebay
  • Blog ocbareplug
  • Blog fuckboy20
  • Blog Walshingtonblvd
  • Fuck & Fist Action
  • The 6 week cum slut
  • Blog funfuknyc
  • Blog GreyWalker
  • Blog youngtopsd1
  • Blog 420mutt
  • Blog Latinbtm
  • Blog HornDogBttm
  • Blog sanferdude
  • Blog SissyRayG
  • Blog scotty2
  • Blog Ynglatin69
  • Blog daddysboy
  • Blog paperback
  • Blog YoungMilSlut
  • Blog spermdumpster
  • Blog DarkroomTaker
  • Blog cuminme96
  • Blog Cumslutboy
  • Blog Xd_slut
  • Blog stevekodiak
  • Blog PigsBearsMen
  • Blog PlayClay2012
  • Blog rocktop
  • Blog brokenpine
  • Blog youngbottomboiuk
  • Blog LOSTRICAN
  • Blog ncl27
  • Blog DmWI2000
  • Blog PozSpandexPerv
  • Blog simpleguy305
  • Blog PlowMe Now
  • Blog Bearbitch
  • Blog RodDallas
  • Blog leewardside
  • Blog sexytwinkassboi21
  • Blog holeforbb
  • Blog rawbot4seed
  • Blog glortyhole_bottom
  • Blog LocalGuyTopNL
  • Blog subZero
  • Blog Paul269
  • Blog MaddbullVic
  • Blog foxm
  • Blog magimix
  • Deep river woman
  • Blog youngandlearnin
  • "Taking as many down as I can" - Blackpool leatherman in 1986 on his diagnoses of full blown AIDS.
  • Blog dnvrhole12
  • Blog rawemobttm
  • Blog super.secret804
  • Blog 37MascbbBtm
  • Blog MarriedBtm
  • Blog bbcowboy
  • Blog HornyGuy21
  • Blog batebrodc
  • Blog AIDSWHOREdavidlinn
  • Blog cactoose
  • Blog kinkygradstudent
  • Blog codihno
  • Blog llb_prov
  • Blog Saphykitten
  • Blog Hudsonwest
  • Blog Spunkguy67
  • Blog pozithiv666
  • Blog yorki
  • Blog IAPozvers
  • Blog markmyballs
  • Blog dcr_x
  • Blog Youngbubble
  • Blog hairypwet
  • Blog Seed Seeker
  • Blog ShemaleSueUk
  • Blog AKS1991
  • Blog GayBBfuckSlut
  • Blog Dawsonwanabe
  • Blog RotzBBengel
  • Blog japsouro
  • Blog PETERVVEEN
  • Blog fllontop
  • Blog Brenda
  • Blog RandomUser1
  • Blog tony47
  • Blog milkland
  • Blog Looking4fun778
  • Blog NatchitochesTop
  • Blog bttm79
  • Blog SizequeenAllen
  • Blog Colton123
  • Blog Armory
  • Blog ozadrenalin
  • Blog leatherchc
  • Blog PumpedPowerPlayer
  • Snowball
  • Blog yepla
  • Blog DarkAlley
  • Blog wvuguy1985
  • Blog TigerMilner
  • Blog casualxxx
  • Blog brischerryh
  • Blog blkoraltm
  • sweet raw fuck slut
  • Blog DarkRoom
  • Blog RawAndRough
  • Blog BlackBreeders
  • Blog HotBBPorn
  • Blog TreasureIsland
  • Blog BBPornLover
  • Blog hkbguy
  • Blog sussexcumfartlord
  • Blog king82
  • Random Nastiness!
  • Blog abraxasrl
  • Blog d290
  • Blog hawwkfan
  • Blog BarebackThatHole
  • Blog BarebackTwink
  • Blog HotBarebacking
  • Blog Staxus
  • Blog HairyAndRaw
  • Blog BareAdventures
  • Blog m18427
  • Blog TorontoCock
  • Blog wood
  • Blog mike43
  • Blog asncumbucket
  • Blog bb.er231410
  • Blog Tierkreis00
  • Blog rcc226
  • Blog dougsacumdump
  • Blog rawincbus
  • Blog wisconsinbottom
  • Blog latinversguy69
  • Tie me up, Force feed me Chems, and Rent me Out for profit!
  • Blog BBCockTaker
  • Blog pozme40
  • Blog hairygayguyuk
  • Blog tarnation
  • Blog Subassboy
  • Blog jhe125bubba
  • Blog Tightfit
  • Blog Arse4Ewe
  • Blog Rocket731
  • Blog DeepThrtBoi
  • Blog cumboi64
  • Blog bareboyhole
  • Blog btm4topbb73
  • Piss in both ends/same time
  • Blog sluttysublad
  • Blog GCMBIO
  • Blog Younameme
  • Blog hrnybtm
  • Blog zakbb
  • Blog uusemee
  • Blog HotBBottom
  • Blog DarkangelBoi
  • Blog DepravedIndifference
  • Blog AIDS4ever
  • Blog JaxonRaw
  • Blog Cumjo
  • Blog Filthytabooperv
  • Blog TheWarlockFromTheShire
  • Blog caliboy236
  • Blog CaptainAndy
  • Blog FillMyArse
  • Blog PDXButton
  • Blog BigBlackDaddy
  • Blog AssPussy4U
  • Blog chicagoforever69
  • Blog bottomdu33
  • Blog jackCUR
  • Blog PornFanatic
  • Blog jtonic
  • Blog toxicboy
  • Blog bjm8383
  • Blog program5
  • Blog bottominla
  • Blog rawrawraw76
  • Blog Klbttm
  • Blog WiredMouse
  • Blog cumslut23
  • Blog buttboype
  • Blog missouripig
  • Blog wexfordVrsbottom
  • Blog of fag slut Jussi
  • Blog hungrypighole
  • Blog mjkuhl
  • Blog KNOT4ME37
  • Blog txrawbttm
  • My New Favourite Tumblr Page...
  • Blog AIDSfaggot
  • Blog Welshboi
  • Blog hairyson9000
  • Blog KCBottom
  • Blog Roxie
  • Blog pigzone
  • Blog onyxcubbbottom88(+)
  • Blog longsucksession
  • Blog TransManCumSlut
  • Blog RAWnDEEP
  • Blog smbtm2
  • Blog PigDrone666
  • German Fuckbody Cumdump 4 Top Master 4 Breeder Feeder Toxic
  • Blog AnonBBottom
  • Blog dad&son2345
  • Blog ajxx12123
  • Blog sexualdeviant11
  • Blog fwap
  • Blog naughty_jakob
  • Blog fieldpussy
  • Blog smtopguy
  • Blog lookingforit
  • Blog nongaygiftseeker
  • Blog Mattsdarkside
  • Toxic poz wanted
  • Blog badboypig
  • Blog StudBtm
  • Blog lilfreakjj
  • Blog Bubblebuttcumwhore
  • Blog rawTOP.tv
  • Blog scotslad74
  • Blog jimazoid04
  • Blog hotfunguyunc
  • Blog bentover4u1972
  • Blog Dwicket
  • Blog frenchbareback
  • Blog Nolimitbimale
  • Blog Silveeto
  • Blog sanfranslut21
  • Blog UKbbPussyHunter
  • Blog dirtyuncutcock87
  • Blog whichway
  • Blog Demino666
  • Blog nakedmark4bbsex
  • Blog majes6661
  • Blog LookingYoung
  • Blog Pighole88
  • Blog jasongayson
  • Blog Capricorn10
  • Blog kenngc
  • Blog bentover66
  • Breedings From The Book Of Bareback
  • Blog IndyBottom
  • Blog Cutiecumstud
  • Blog negboi26
  • Blog Ass4bbff
  • Blog Spiral
  • Blog MackyJay
  • Blog pnpcowpoke
  • Blog avaboy
  • Blog smailmax
  • Blog rearfeeder21
  • Blog Mantouch
  • Blog jh551991
  • Blog MEpozbreeder
  • Blog newmco6
  • Blog seekingpozz
  • Blog bbb17222
  • Blog Blazzed
  • Going to sr
  • The Dumb: An Intelligence Rant [43 mins]
  • Blog holeeater29
  • Blog Bottombitch82
  • Blog Aksboi
  • Blog fetishforshiny
  • Blog MattHarmburger
  • Blog Cumdeepinme
  • Blog bbgg
  • Blog Lvanon
  • Blog mattywoo
  • Blog yumcum
  • Blog bb-bottom-slut
  • Blog vigilepoilu
  • Blog Versdaddynharlem
  • Blog BBbtmSLUT
  • Blog FistingFun4u
  • Blog atlcumhole1
  • Blog johhnyo
  • Blog Cleveland
  • Blog HotJon
  • Blog gunhaxx
  • Blog wincrasher65
  • Blog bareslampig
  • Blog marshmarsh47
  • Blog Breedmenow16
  • Blog playtoi
  • Blog sluttybtmboy
  • Blog barewhore
  • Blog knottypup
  • Blog BLKONYX
  • Blog Sexyjack702
  • Adventures Of A CUM SLUT
  • Blog Grlman
  • Blog thegaychef
  • Blog asianpozbottomnyc
  • Blog wishiwaspoz1985
  • Blog echovance
  • Blog bbpervpig
  • Blog gofish3379
  • Blog Kyler_bottom
  • Blog Salacious1
  • Blog YoungNEGhole
  • Blog FraterSeed
  • Blog straightukcumgiver
  • Blog ToTheBase
  • Blog regenesisto
  • Blog CigarBeards
  • Blog tattooedbiker
  • Blog UseMe4MyBFsPleasure
  • Blog cumtwink09
  • Bi-Bottom-Jock35
  • Blog z12345z
  • Blog larissagermany
  • Blog BarebackRocker89
  • Blog dirtyboi87
  • Blog islandslut4_u
  • Blog Fozz23
  • Blog Daimo666
  • Blog swansub
  • Blog bbchefnm
  • Blog MyNameIsBoy
  • The Count of Grit in My Crisco
  • Blog Rdynow
  • Blog naughtycute82
  • Blog cockdrainer
  • rawwhitebottom's Blog
  • mrdominic's Blog
  • HungryBottom9's Blog
  • Carrolltonpeter's Blog
  • Bblonde90's Blog
  • A rose is still a rose!
  • MackyJay's Blog
  • Bottomhole's Blog
  • huntingcub's Blog
  • Grindr Hookup
  • BadInBrooklyn's Blog
  • uzmyhole's Blog
  • bugbear's Blog
  • bislaverobpeters' Blog
  • who is this darkshadows
  • Pigboiforsale's Blog
  • Faggot loves huge raw cock
  • FatFuckPigMA's Blog
  • Rawjuciyblkbttm's Blog
  • First post
  • Texas Breeding
  • Doubleup's bb ff log
  • ChocolatePozPuss- CUM DUMP
  • Sloppymoe69Q's Blog
  • Fucking Achilleus
  • MasterWebology's Blog
  • FreeMustacheRides' Blog
  • BottomBoy08's Blog
  • bocini's Blog
  • arseboy's Blog
  • RodDallas' Blog
  • RogerDavies' Blog
  • RogerDavies' Blog
  • Bbmattbttmpig's Blog
  • YorkshireLad's CumLog
  • bristolboi's Blog
  • Man4manplay's Blog
  • arcticsky's Blog
  • CV37BBTop's Blog
  • vislingbuddy's Blog
  • vislingbuddy's Blog
  • bbm4matl's Blog
  • Toxic-n-Sleazy56's Blog
  • versmetropig's Blog
  • PrEPPeD to breed Holes
  • tattedass' Blog
  • Buppy's Blog
  • Ozpig's Blog
  • rjb56's Blog
  • HotGreek_STL's Blog
  • 1947cocklover's Blog
  • Hungtightboy's Blog
  • rjb56's Blog
  • CalebS' Blog
  • SmartAss2's Blog
  • where the best places for anonymous bareback fun?
  • hungrypighole's Blog
  • Manchester South first bareback?
  • BBBucketlist
  • MikeNYC's Blog
  • chaser's Blog
  • Raunchyblkatl's Blog
  • Trash Bottom
  • CumAddict's Porn Addiction
  • Jedders' Blog
  • TOPBREEDERPIG's Blog
  • A cumdump's adventures
  • fukkmenow's Blog
  • becoming a slut
  • BiGeekySlut's Blog
  • makeyougocrosseyed's Blog
  • geekyandkinky's Blog
  • bbsexslut's Blog
  • Asianbottomcastfet's Blog
  • pozme45's Blog
  • PLAYFULRUB's Blog
  • Paullad1984's Blog
  • bootmandc
  • JamieLong's Blog
  • BBMachine's: BarebackAsspig.tumblr.com
  • Black Dick Is King
  • Slideitinraw2's Blog
  • Loaded74's Blog
  • MidwestKinkBB
  • topandkinky's Blog
  • Loaded74's Blog
  • Loaded74's Blog
  • pig4dawgs' Blog
  • CaliforniaChaser's blog
  • New to the Bay Area
  • Tightwhite75's Blog
  • wannabek9breed1's Blog
  • wyleymike's Blog
  • Sissycumtaker's Blog
  • ineed2bebred's Blog
  • DogBonez4Me's Blog
  • Fuck my slave hard!!
  • gaybear708's Sex Blog
  • HungAndTatted's Blog
  • sfbotbear's blog
  • Bitchboi94's Blog
  • SeroSorter's Blog
  • SeroSorter's Blog
  • Continued Dedication to BLACK COCK
  • bibotboi's Blog
  • Slznboots' Blog
  • Breedmymancvnt's Blog
  • Cainsteven's Blog
  • FLTOC's Blog
  • How I became a cum slut
  • Fill me up
  • whiteknightphx's Blog
  • nycmann215's Blog
  • boy4you's Blog
  • gmanfwtex's Blog
  • UK bttmvers let's fun adventures
  • straighthole's Blog
  • Darkstalker's corner
  • stevens25's Blog for breeding
  • hotassbottom's Blog
  • kinkyson's Blog
  • Naughty4Me197464's Blog
  • Naughty4Me197464's Blog
  • EastBayRawVers' Blog
  • Visit Poland
  • Holidays
  • timo39's Blog
  • Bug Chasers?
  • boy4you's Blog
  • Terribly Curious
  • Arse4Ewe's Blog
  • boy4you's Blog
  • Bellerophon69's Blog
  • St. Androphil's Department of Discipline
  • bugchaser4ever's Blog
  • barefuckboy's Blog
  • An Errant Defamation
  • Want to get poz tonight
  • hungry_hole's Blog
  • pozchaser-btm's Blog
  • BBbottom4loads' Blog
  • Acura2006's Blog
  • Castedtoes' Blog
  • nicem2's Blog
  • DanishAss' Blog
  • analluv27's Secret History
  • Dirtydowg's Blog
  • sissyleah43's Blog
  • pnp-booty-bump's Blog
  • Religious 12 Year Old Virgin to Slutty Gay Sub
  • Adventures of a PNP slut
  • Adventures of a PNP slut
  • Buttcakes4batter's Blog
  • Buttcakes4batter's Blog
  • chempigbttm's Blog
  • BottomCumWhore2Use's Blog
  • Jack's BB Adventures
  • topjockcock's Blog
  • SPERM SNORTING
  • CumBustion's Blog
  • Danny_'s Blog
  • BtmIsoTop's Blog
  • BtmIsoTop's Blog
  • HoleFunCork's Blog
  • batcave's Blog
  • Balldrainer's Blog
  • konvertmig's Blog
  • How I became a POZ craving bottom.
  • abboy66's Blog
  • PHXMBUGCHASER's Blog
  • SluttyAznBoiPussy's Blog
  • Cumdump5280's Blog
  • mshivji's Blog
  • Oldergaybottom's Blog
  • Asiancumhole's Blog
  • Joesass4u323's Blog
  • scarnick's Blog
  • danielg's Blog
  • luvlrgecock's Blog
  • Cream4u's Blog
  • Hotrice
  • BREEDING A CUM DUMP
  • Anonymous Load fron unknown neighbor
  • White slave 4 blacks men's
  • Friday Sex Party
  • BritCumDump in NYC Next Month DECEMBER
  • taking a toxic load for my B-day
  • Gangbang sauna backboys Québec city Wednesday Nov 16
  • SubSlaves Blog
  • Gangbang sauna backboys Québec city today 6hpm
  • White slave
  • Danny Taylor
  • truck stop bottom slut
  • my journey to find oblivianirvana
  • Pozzed when tricked into using Tina
  • FUCKING A NEIGHBOR
  • AIDs loads whore
  • keith
  • Nothing more important than full blown AIDS
  • B-Bro
  • Memorable fucking
  • AirmaxAndy
  • slammed and spun
  • Another round of gono
  • Susicrossdresser Germany will be pozzt.Biete mich zum pozzen an.suche in Germany pozzer.
  • Charchar54
  • The Real Need And Final Path of HIV?
  • Party in the USA
  • sissyseanette
  • Seducing an Escort
  • Tighthole64
  • hairystockybloke
  • Fuck Flu?
  • Latin Cum Dump Adventures
  • Sex Blog of subrosa6
  • Her Perfect Ass And Dirty Looks ...
  • whored out in Massachusetts
  • Takegiveswap
  • Come Stroke with this horny Sicilian...Please!
  • plugnplay
  • Cloudy with Bright Intervals
  • Muscboy
  • always obey the sperm
  • Mancunthole
  • curmud
  • My Slutty Bareback Life
  • Breeders and cheaters! Initiation into the bb-brotherhood!
  • Pozitive thinking
  • Daddy and the kin folk
  • Bikeboi wild times
  • Bihairy fucks older
  • Anonymous fucking!!
  • goth tranny trixie
  • My bareback adventures
  • first fuck party
  • should a sub follow his Dom's commands????
  • Preet Kaur
  • Bugchaser4ever
  • Deepest distant fantasy
  • A Pigs Destiny
  • Slutty slave
  • My chasing story - for the non Believers
  • Frozen Cumloads
  • Randy Cubby
  • Greenhouse Darlaston
  • WelCUM
  • Hot London Escorts
  • Barbi Bareback
  • Slave of monsters
  • Jim
  • Pozzed and free
  • tiny dick
  • needing that real cock...big and black
  • I'm Dogmeat
  • Perv 4 Perv
  • sxguys - a history
  • 10 tips for bottoms who want to keep a top
  • sissy4u
  • BreedmewithHIV
  • BreedmewithHIV
  • Corkchubguy
  • Rawlatinojock
  • bottom4blktops
  • My First Black Dick
  • Cumdump Chronicles
  • My sexual adventures!
  • HAIL perv
  • Smart Ass
  • Used Hole
  • bareback shemale in brussels
  • pzfkr
  • Fucked at the beach
  • Loads and loads of cum
  • Fullyloaded gangbang
  • Hot4urload
  • nycseedho
  • My Fuck Hole
  • Jack Of Spades
  • A change of heart
  • fuck me
  • getting together for xxx
  • Twistedboy66
  • NSA Sex Ramblings.
  • Tim
  • Poz/taboos/etc
  • GuyWithDoubts' diary
  • cumdumpoakland
  • Jack Of Spades
  • How I Was Turned Into A Male Prostitute
  • life love cheating trust hope lost
  • LuciferSam's Blog
  • Poppers Brands Usage and Other Info
  • Jack Of Spades
  • Once You Go Black You"ll Never Go Back
  • Testicular Injections
  • Taking my first load
  • Was It A Dream Or Was It Real
  • Cdbreederforlife
  • Any whores wanting bred by a Pakistani guy?
  • Officially Poz
  • Floodedhole
  • Former married father turned dark and now running around the country for kinks, perverts, slamming, poz breeding
  • Minneapolis toxic cumdump
  • B
  • B
  • IML 2018 CHICAGO
  • James Di Maria
  • bottom pnpig
  • PERVSNPS
  • Sex, Stories, and Other Things.
  • Looking for daddy dick ♥
  • Big Cocks
  • A6uldeve84u
  • Neg hole needs poz impregnated
  • Neg hole needs poz impregnated
  • Neg twink needs poz
  • Willsuck4cum
  • bottom4blktops
  • Cheshire Motor Inn
  • Darkroom fuck, cum and go
  • Army Uniform Fuck
  • I deserved a night out !
  • Curious Bug Chaser
  • How I was turned into a Jack of Spades
  • Being Broken In By Black Guys
  • moved into a very mixed neighbor hood
  • 8yearsacumdump
  • Willing
  • Depravity and submission to the lowest.
  • Stunning Model and Sexiest Delhi Escorts and Call Girls in Delhi
  • Independent Delhi Escorts
  • Hot Italian Dads to breed
  • My Crazy Sex Fantasies
  • A Day by Day Update
  • Lee
  • Breeding Tales from Toronto
  • Early Morning Fuck in the Woods
  • Infected women
  • Davylee58
  • Down Low Loads
  • pete
  • pete
  • Cum be the first to breed me in 2019
  • Cockslut Alliejs confessions
  • ChubbyPig‘s Diary
  • The Sexual Exploits of a Cum-Hungry (Vers) Bottom
  • Subsue6
  • Raquel’s Cocks
  • Fem Tops VS Power Bottoms
  • A Canadian Piano Man
  • Chastitied Cum Dump Life
  • Broken Bear's Bio Blog
  • Hyderabad Escorts Services
  • Porn for sale!!
  • MARK
  • HotRawbutt
  • Taboo making
  • frottage
  • going down on big white dicks
  • Breedmypiggycunt’s blog
  • I <3 Barebacking
  • The Slamming Dream
  • My dream
  • My dream
  • daddybottom
  • TING rawfuck Bareback
  • Danielle.. Bored in Indiana.. Stupid Virus :(
  • POZ Twink Slut
  • OlderCumSlut
  • hiv
  • HotBoyToy7
  • BB BDSM group sessions
  • How do I find a girlfriend type Call Girls in Lucknow?
  • aditigupta
  • An unexpected visitor
  • Behind the Curtains
  • Johnny St Germaine
  • a6uldeve84u
  • James
  • my sex my desires
  • alexander van beuren
  • PigLooking4Pigs
  • My Journey
  • My experiences
  • Knotting Dildo
  • gloryhole poz love
  • BBEric
  • Domination
  • pigslave46
  • Tales From A Jock
  • My Uncle Cliff
  • Encounter at a bathhouse changed my life
  • Off The Deep End
  • Confessions of a pussyboi pig
  • Seanette55
  • seanette55
  • Fucking the Past
  • Lab-oratory @ berghain ( Berlin ) - Our Fantasies to be there
  • Urge To Travel
  • 1
  • Johnny Jingles
  • Lust over Love, Love over Lust OR Both
  • 1
  • 2
  • 1
  • 1
  • 2
  • Chucky BB
  • Sacred Slut in service to the community
  • my insatiable blog
  • My sexual moments
  • Chasing Bears Bare
  • asdfasdf
  • Got my LOAD
  • Anon Sex in DC
  • My adventures
  • Masc arab 4 WHITE POWER
  • 2021 Hook-ups
  • Frash cumdump
  • Secretly Twisted
  • faggot
  • My first slam!
  • Billybobs
  • Just things
  • Your Coldsores + Oral Sex = My Genital Herpes Type 1
  • sleazy fucks
  • Wet dreams
  • Cock
  • furrycoach
  • Candy
  • Jan 12th-16th bottom breeding
  • Gordon
  • Gordon
  • Happys thoughts and fantasies
  • First HIV Poz Load Bare Back
  • How I became a Sissy
  • hard secrets
  • An inexperienced white slut’s thoughts
  • hi
  • NasTcumfun
  • October 2016 - slut gets more than he wanted (and a lot of what he wished for)
  • veryversguy4fun
  • Dominic - Dominique
  • veryversguy4fun
  • I Might Be Married, But I Fantasize About Being With A Man
  • Expose me
  • My journey from an innocent boy to a ruined faggot
  • Wasted look
  • Giving in to my nature.
  • cunt
  • Follow me on my transformation in a full blown Aidswhore
  • L
  • Falling for a Cum Vessel
  • HotForPerversities
  • Bruxo Blog
  • NoXO poz party I spai
  • Biographical Posts
  • Looking for sex in Kentucky
  • Darren K
  • I'm a liar
  • Outside last week (20/57y)
  • bareback experiences

Find results in...

Find results that contain...


Date Created

  • Start

    End


Last Updated

  • Start

    End


Filter by number of...

Joined

  • Start

    End


Group


Gender


Location


Interests


HIV Status


Role


Looking For


BarebackRT Profile Name


Adam4Adam Profile Name


Recon Profile Name


XTube User Name


Website URL


AIM


MSN


ICQ


Yahoo


Jabber


Skype

  1. Well I remember that ... I was just young bloke still wett behind the ears with no sex experience at all. At the time I was heavy into masturbating and fantasizing about anything that had to do with sex. I was riding a bicycle at the time and lived in Arnhem-Holland where I was going to school close to the city center. After school I sometimes went into the center and in this case too. I went to V&D a big store to buy something for school. On the other side of the street there was a building with a shop for coffee and snacks. There were bus stops at the front and a public toilet at the back. I put my bicycle there and locked it up. So far I was still completely ignorant and did not yet realize what for horny stuff would happen to me there that day. I walked into V&D and did my shopping. When I got back to my bike I saw that there was a public toilet there and I needed to pee so I went inside. Immediately upon entering, a heavy piss smell hit my nose. When entering there was a wall to the left where you had to go around it to find 3 urinals and to the right of it were 3 toilet blocks ... with quarter coin machines on the doors for entry. While I was standing there with my cock out to take a piss, a very slim but older guy, well over his 60 with red hair, entered and came standing next to me at the urinal. He also took out his cock to have a piss. But after seconds I noticed that he wasn’t pissing so I looked to my right. There I saw with great shock that he was slowly playing with his already half-hard cock showing no shame while he was looking at me and my cock. I was shocked, didn't know what to do. I still didn't realize he was gay and used these toilets as a hunting ground. I saw that his cock was getting hard and his nob looked wet and shiny. He looked straight at me with a horny smile on his lips. I became uncomfortable because my cock started to get hard too. I stuffed my cock back in my pants and with shaking legs I quickly left the toilets, but I did not drive right off but stood next to my bike while I kept an eye on the toilet entrance from a distance. I then noticed that men regularly went in and out, but also a few stayed in much longer than you need the time to do your thing. It turned out… there was a car park on the opposite of the entrance to the toilets. What I didn't know was that the toilets were a cruising spot, there were lots of gays cruising there and also sitting in their car waiting to see who went into the toilets. When it calmed down after a while, I went back inside out of curiosity and the horny forbidden feeling I had. I went to the toilet blocks where I saw that something horny had happened here. I watched, mesmerized, that a few heavy fresh loads of cum where lying on the floor and on/in the urinals. I also saw now that there were plenty of traces of yellow thick dried cum. I got so horny about this place that I pulled my rock hard cock out. What I did then was certainly dirty ... but for me so horny ... with my fingers I smeared as much of those thick blobs of smelly cum mixed with piss from the pissoirs on my cock and glans. I pushed as much cum as possible under my foreskin and smeared it into my pubic hair. I wanted to jerk off with all that horny smelly cum lube over my cock. I was only afraid of being caught, so I quickly went into a still free fixed toilet. I had to put a 25 cents in closed the door and had a safe feeling. Right there I dropped my pants and started to masturbate with all that cum on and over my boys cock. Such a horny, smooth and smelly lubrication that because of me masturbating quickly started to turn into white cream. I was really shaking on my legs because of the heavy ans horny sensations I was feeling. I think I was within 2 minutes to ejaculate my cum load. This was such a horny thing to do .... a horny filthy sex thing. My cock was really hard and I just wanted to cum. While working on my cock I saw a movement from the corner of my left eye. When I looked closely I saw that there was a hole in the thin partition wall to the other toilet and that someone was looking at me and running his fingers through the hole. I was scared lifeless, wanted to stop and leave ..... but the guy put his tongue through the hole and made licking gestures. I don't know where I got the courage but I think my hornyness won over my fear. I then carefully moved my young cock towards the hole and slowly stuck it through. The hole was the right size for my cock and balls. My cock slid straight into a warm and really perfect sucking / licking warm wet mouth. My cock was wrapped up so nice and warm and milked… my legs were shaking. This felt so good!! The warm mouth did not mind that my cock was sticky as hell and fully smeared with cum. After only a few minutes my cock was bursting to unload my cum. The mouth on the other side apparently figured this out and abruptly stopped letting the pressure of my cock for seconds and then started sucking me again. He did this up to 3 times and stopped just in time. I went crazy with the horny pleasure he give my cock and I wanted to give him my load. When stopped again, I got frustrated and pulled my cock back. I then heard the person say to me in a whisper “put your cock back through the hole and promise not to pull back off when you feel your cum come squirting out. Just enjoy the pleasure and joy that I'm going to do to your horny cock. I quickly put my cock back through the hole again… straight into his horny mouth but only for a short time. Then there was nothing, some low noise, he grabbed my cock again, I briefly felt some counter pressure and again I felt the warmth. A super warmth all over my cock that started to suck / milk me very nice and enjoyable. I didn't have to do anything just to keep my cock fully pressed through the hole. A few times my cock got free.. then back again completely surrounded by the warm and moist pleasure. I quickly moved towards my orgasm thinking about what he had said. Don't pull back and let my cum spray full. So I did…. I came, my legs where trembling as it fell so good! My cock kept on pumping cum loads of it! A horny heavy odour of musk, piss and smegma cock came up into my nose. When I looked at my cock and was shocked to see that it was full of white foam / slime. And when I pulled my cock back I saw why my orgasm was so intense and horny. My cock had been in his ass. Yes he had pushed his sloppy and smelly ass over my cock. That was something I had never experienced before. That's why I didn't noticed right away that I had slipped up his ass. This was the first time my virgin cock had really fucked. The voice asked me if I had enjoyed it and I shyly answered with yes. I then without cleaning my slippery cock quickly went out and as I unlocked my bike the guy whom I just fucked bareback came out. It was the older 60 + slim guy who had been looking at my cock by the urinals before. I knew that he must have had already a few cum loads in his ass from others before my cock slid in his ass. I can tell you that from that day on I was there almost every day after school and almost always I was lucky to find blobs of sperm for my cock as lube / masturbate and unload my cum ... and very often I had the luck in one of the toilets with gloryhole to shoot my sperm in a sucking mouth or horny sticky-sloppy ass. I really shot loads of cum there. That's where my fetish for gloryhole sex and fucking bareback originated. I'm sure. All the added pictures are of my cock during Gloryhole action....... My fetisj is clear having anonemous gloryhole sex.
  2. Hey guys, given that the name of our site is "breeding zone", I'm thinking we have to take it a step forward from just relating past tales, to creating our own new experiences. Set up our own get togethers to fulfill the needs of all - those who need to fuck and breed, and those of us who need to be fucked and bred. Would love to have it so we can video it, discretely, and record the fuckings and breedings. Please let me know those of you who would be interested and we'll make it happen. I may be able to host my first breeding party and then we can see where we go from there. Thanks for your thoughts, suggestions, input and responses. Oink!
  3. I've recently uploaded some pics and vids (vids on other sites of course) of me being fucked and bred during a hot massage session in London, but I'm looking for more, so I can pretty replace all of my old ones. Is there anyone in/near Brighton who can help? I'm looking for general naked pics, but I'm also be looking for pics/vids of me being fucked (bareback of course). I have no idea at the moment if there would be anyone I'd bring along (I'd need to come to you), so it might be a case (if you're up for it) of you taking the pics and vids and the one fucking/breeding me. If you have any friends who would be interested in being involved, I'm open to suggestions. To make it clear, I'm a mature age guy (who still seems to get plenty of action, so I must have something going for me), not a fit twink or muscular stud. I'll be looking at arranging something mid/late July (when I should have a bit more time). Cheers!!
  4. the good feelings of Lust and sensation is what we are after all when having sex sessions. Everyone got their preferences of course. I love to fuck as a top and feel the edge of sensation coming from my cock involving my whole body and mind. I discovered over the years that my nipples are a wonderful additional tool, my ball sack lightly beaten changes from pain to pleasure. As a good top i love fisting and am in extacy watching my bottom squirms and loving my controlling fist and arm inside of them while my nipples are tortured. Fucking in sling and other constellations make me horny and feel good. Being on a trip...helped through M and 420. For hrs ailing in that lust. didnt try any others yet. But it is great to fall in a dark trance. Porn and good dark techno in the background. What do I miss...what is the next level of wave you experience and where should I search...
  5. I have the potential to develop my fuck hole into a loose, sloppy cum cave. I think blown out buttholes are as sexy AF and as a cumdump I want one. I know I’m turned on by guys who are into loose holes and I know some guys are really into a loose rose in full bloom, but my question is how many guys prefer a loose or tight hole. Before I spend extended amounts of time sitting on a XL dildo and vacuum pumping my hole, I’d like to know if I’m catering to a small segment of the gay male population or not. thank you in advance, Scott
  6. A quick search didn’t turn up a preexisting topic on this question, and I’m wondering - how common is it to end up fucking/getting fucked in the sleeper cab of a semi? There are lots of references on this forum to truckers engaged in some form of ass-plundering (one might almost deduce that the world’s trucking fleets were staffed exclusively by homosexuals), but I wonder how prevalent this actually is. For my part, I have been inside the sleeper cab of a semi truck exactly once in my life. And yes, if you must know, I did get fucked there, but that was not something I would normally do - it was an anomaly. Or was it? Is it in fact such common practice as to be casually accepted, even expected? How DL are truckers as a rule? How many of you have done this? Once? Occasionally? Often? Basically live at the truck stop? What percentage of truckers are actually open to M2M action? I’m not planning to go out of my way to become a truck stop whore, but there’s a big area truck stop seven miles down the road from my house and I’m constantly getting hits on the apps from men on the road...
  7. I was never a chub chaser till I became a dedicated bare backer and breeder. A huge turn on for me to spread those enormous butt cheeks and get into that hidden, sweet tight hole. Even better when I tag-team fuck with another top cause it works well to have a buddy pull apart the chub butt cheeks for good penetration. What do chubs on this site think about this? Hope you big boys don't think your big asses are just being used; they're actually being appreciated and worshipped.
  8. In My Neighbour's Backyard By Hozzel A loud noise from the neighbour's backyard first attracted my attention. A solid thumping noise, as if someone punched metal over and over. A strange, weird noise accented each thump, like repeated grunts, with a staccato rhythm, "Uh...uh...uh..." Curious, I snuck between the leafy shrubs up to the corrugated iron fence and peered between the branches into their big back yard. Next to a big shed, the yard was littered with old cars, parts of old cars, wheels and tyres. "Oh, fuck!" I heard. The vision startled me. I hopped back, shocked and aroused at the same time. I quickly peeked over the fence again. 18-year-old Roger, the younger brother, spread face-down over the bonnet of one of an old car. His fists beat the dirty white bonnet while his bare bum and legs quivered from the hammering he received from his older completely naked brother, Flynn. Mouth open, I realized my breathing had deepened and I had become instantly solid. Flynn fucked fast and hard into his brother. I could hear his hips as they quick slapped against Roger's bare arse. I saw Flynn's fingers curl and then heard Roger yelp when he thumped the bonnet again. Between his spread legs I could just make out Roger's tight balls and stiff cock. It flopped up and down with every pelvic punch from eager Flynn. As I stared I realized Roger was pushing back in time to Flynn's heavy thrusts. They were fucking each other. Roger yelled, "Harder, harder!" and Flynn went into overdrive. Clearly no one was being forced here. The boys wanted to do this. "Hey! Not without me!" Their dad ran around the corner of the shed, dropped his board shorts and kicked them away. My mouth hung further open as I marvelled at his big hardening cock. The grey fuzz surrounding the thickening base was not enough to hide its size. Is he going to…? "What have I told you boys about doing it in the open!" Guilt and shame suddenly washed through me. I was spying on my neighbours having incestuous male sex. I was peeking, [banned word], a naughty voyeur. And they were men! I wasn't into men, although I had secretly enjoyed trans and gay porn and got off from it. I knew my straight-laced wife would throw a tizzy if she caught me with the porn or doing this. Luckily she was out shopping. I could not help myself and simply had to spy again. Peter, their bear-shaped bearded dad with a dragon tattoo on his left upper arm, stepped up behind Flynn, roughly grabbed the boy's narrow hips and thrust that great big hard thing into his son's skinny arse. He didn't take his time and ease it in, he pushed hard and grunted loud, causing Flynn to shout. "Fuck, Dad!" "There's a real bareback cock in ya now," the older man said firmly. He slammed against his older son and the late teenage son pushed against his younger brother. "I know you love it up the arse just as much as Rog." Flynn cried out as his father began to fuck like mad and let out a continuous loud moan. It escalated into a non-stop holler which quavered from his pounding. The hairy older man held his son's hips and just hammered relentlessly. Flynn shook from the body hits and Roger kept pounding the bonnet and yelping, "Shit, that's good!" That was it. Decency be damned! Intrigued, I unzipped, pulled my hard dick out and began to wank the foreskin back and forth. I watched them go at it for the next five minutes. Peter, clearly a strong fucker, never missed a beat. He never slowed or paused except to change his footing. He fucked his boy hard, with an ongoing animal growl, until, suddenly, I saw his shaking rear clench. I heard a loud grunt and watched the boys' father jam hard and deep. "Feel that? Fuckin' loading you, boy," Peter said loudly. Roger yelled something like, "You fuckin' got me goin'! Gaaa…" I glimpsed his cock jerking and guessed he was coming, too. Their dad slapped and grunted a few more times then pulled out. His singlet topped chest heaved from deep breaths. Fluid dripped from his son's arse. He turned toward me and motioned, "Come on over and join in!" I could not believe it. I was caught! Embarrassed, I scrambled back. I heard, "Come on, hop over, Ben. It's okay, isn't it boys?" Peter's bearded face appeared on the other side of the fence. "I knew you were [banned word] on us. My boys like to be fucked and they don't mind bein' watched. They do it to each other all the time. They're supposed to keep it inside but on a day like this, what can I say? Perfect weather for havin' a root outdoors." He turned and called, "Hey, boys! Would you like to have a go with Ben?" I heard thumping on the car and, "Yeah!" Then the rhythmic squeaking of the car resumed as Flynn fucked into his young brother again. "Hang on," I said, tucked myself away, and came back with a step-stool. Peter helped me over the fence. "Strip off," Peter instructed. He reached down and unbuckled my belt. "Can't fuck properly with all this gear." He quickly removed all my clothes. "You're hard as a rock," he observed, fondling my erection. It felt weird having another man paw at me, but in my aroused state, I actually liked it. Wearing flipflops only, I walked barearse naked, with their father's fingers rubbing my knob, up to the rooting lads. I had visited their home only once before and now something made sense. All the inside doors had been removed. No secrets. Easy access. I had heard yelling and even screaming before and now I knew the cause. Peter pointed, "Don't be shy, mate. My boys really like to suck and fuck. There's a nicely slick arse right there for you. Go ahead, stick it in. Or would you rather be the bottom?" He shoved me toward his sons. "Both," I stammered. I knew what he meant. Flynn pulled out of his brother, stepped to the side. I stood behind the young boy and looked down at his rear, right where his older brother's cock had just been. "Go ahead," ordered their father. "He'll love it." "Yeah," Roger chirped. "Stick it in me bum." I shook my head, stepped up and pressed the swollen head of my cock between the boy's cheeks. What the fuck was I about to do? When I hesitated, Flynn shoved me in the back and I suddenly pushed all the way into Roger. My shocked dick went in easily. One push and I penetrated deep. It felt unbelievably snug and positively marvelous. I felt Roger's internal muscles clench and clench on me as he started to move. My wife had never, ever, allowed anal sex. For that matter, sex between us had become almost non-existent for years. But now, here it was, I was doing anal for the first time, and doing it with a teenage boy, my neighbour's youngest son. Gay sex. I was not freaked out, and it felt wonderful! I would never be the same again. "Go ahead," Flynn said to me. "He likes it rough." I placed my palms on Roger's hips and, started to shove in and out. Roger grunted with each of my thrusts. "Uh…uh…uh… Fuckin' come on," he snapped. "Give it to me!" Right. I grabbed his bony hips and began to pound into him. The intense sensations mounted quickly. It wouldn't take long. I slowed, trying to draw out the feelings and my quickening climax. "Too good," I muttered. "Here," I heard Peter say, "see if you like this." He stepped up behind me and took my hips in thick-fingered hands. I stopped and felt his big cock push between my arsecheeks. Stunned, I held still and let him have his way. Flynn said, "Dad likes to fuck us when we're fucking each other." This was another wonderful fantasy: to be taken over and over by another man or a strong trans. I had dreamed what it would feel like when a real penis fucked into my guts instead of a broom handle. Now here it was and the reality felt far hotter. Peter slowly pushed into me. It felt like a huge slug invaded my body. I stood rock still, leaned over Roger, felt all the astonishing sensations, and panted while his father slowly slid his enormous prick up my rectum. This was great! When I felt his hips against my rear, he paused and said, "You're fuckin' tight. How does that feel?" "Good," I breathed. "Huge. Full." "Hurt any?" "Barely," I admitted. In fact, there was almost no pain, just the feeling of being stretched and stuffed full. I had no idea I could take that much. "Like it?" "Love it," I said truthfully, bent over his son. "Good. You must be a natural. Here goes, slut." He pulled almost out then pushed himself back into me. I let out an explosive breath. I could feel his entire cock slide in and out as he began to fuck, a fabulous carnal feeling. Soon he was fucking me quickly. This caused me to do the same to Roger. My own penis swelled further as it slipped inside the boy's arse. Peter shovelled and something inside my rear began to tingle. It felt as if an orgasm was quickly rising. In an attempt to hold off I huffed "Oof! How often do you do this?" "All the time," Flynn said. "Do you like it, Rog?" I asked. I slid my palms over the youth's bare back while Peter fucked me with short, jabbing strokes. "Fuck, yeah." "Do you ever get to do it? Get to top?" "Yeah. But I like being a cumdump best." "You do it with anyone else?" "Sure. When me mates or Flynn's mates come over. Or Dad's buddies." Their father suddenly slammed into me, knocking my breath out through my nose. "Yeah, he's a right cumdump, Roger is. Flynn, too. I'm getting' there. How're you doin'?" "Fuckin' hell, I think you're screwing my prostate," I said. "I'm coming without squirting." My body twisted in pure pleasure as a fluidless orgasm flashed through me. I had never felt anything like it before and it was unbelievable! Despite coming, my erection remained hard inside Roger's arse, and I felt as if I could do it again immediately. But I felt Peter ram himself against my buttocks, felt his enormous cock swell even further, and felt him begin to pulse inside me. Felt the strong volleys of thick warm fluid as he shot into me, over and over. It triggered my own stronger orgasm. I could no longer hold back. I yelled very loud and shot over and over into the teenage boy. "What'd ya scream like that that for?" "Better that way," I panted. "Like karate. Yelling and screaming makes it feel stronger. Greater punch." "Have to remember that at the next gangbang." The weight on my back suddenly lifted. My anus felt empty, my rear cool and exposed. Peter smacked my bum. "That your first time, mate?" "Yah." "Cool. Ready for more?" I started to stand up. My legs felt weak. I shook briefly, but I stammered, "Okay." "Anyone else want another round with our new slut? He's been broken in." Roger levered himself off the car and faced me. He was hard again. Long and thin and straight up. "I want to fuck you." "Go ahead," I heard Peter instruct. "Ben, here, is our new fucktoy." Roger stood before me, grabbed my arms roughly, and pulled my body against his. For a skinny boy, he was quite strong. Face close, I felt his hot breath then lips on mine then tongue as he tried to lick my own tongue. What the hell, I let him, and returned the passionate kiss. My hands descended to his round rump and I felt his hard cock rub against mine. He then wrestled me to the dirt. On my back, eager Roger spread my thighs with his hips and knees and proceeded to fill me nicely. Grinning, he pushed up over me and began to fuck me in earnest with long steady strokes and panting breaths. Flynn fell onto his brother. Roger paused while Flynn inserted. And then their father, his fat renewed, stepped between our legs and pushed into his older son. My legs stretched wide, I revelled in the amazing but awkward four-way fuck. "He's ours, now. Let's go, boys! Breed him! Knock him up!" "You gonna poz him, Dad?" "Why not!" Three more loads in my butt later, Flynn and Roger took turns sucking and licking me hard again. I felt ready to fuck once more. Instead of being worn out, I was super-charged, energized for the next hit of fantastic, shameless sex in my neighbour's sunny backyard. My rear tingled with only slight soreness. The boys, however, pissed off, literally leaving me with their insatiable father. Peter placed his hands on the old car, arms straight, spread his hairy legs and offered himself to me. "I'll teach ya how to bottom, ya old cunt." He did. He came hands free, too, this time screaming like a banshee. Me, too. After, as he escorted me back to my home, he said, "My buddies'll be over Saturday night. You can be the slut at the centre of our next gangbang. In fact, come over any time. We have a 'not allowed to say no' policy." I nodded and admitted, "Sounds great. Love to." I had loved it. The feeling of their cocks filling my arse still tingled nicely. I had crossed a new line in my life, one I was not about to reject. "Applies to you, too, of course. Whatever any of us wants, you have to obey." "Sure." Late that afternoon, my frumpy wife commented that I seemed in a particularly happy mood and asked what I had done during the day. "Hopped over the fence and visited the neighbours," I said. "Turns out we have a hobby in common, so I might be spending more time over there. I'm going over to watch the footy Saturday night." Visions of men taking me raw danced in my new-found wicked imagination. "That's nice, dear," she said. "Always good to have a hobby." ### July 2021 by Hozzel. This is a work of fiction. It is not based on a real event. Or is it? If you liked this scene, if it turned you on, especially if it caused a throbbing response, I would love to hear from you! Always up for email fun, too. Ping me at athenamorgansbox at gmail dot com.
  9. 1. Ownership Mr. McPherson’s dildos, a mix of flesh-colored and black, some clean, some not so clean, spread out all over the unmade bed. A few others were nestled in the leather sling, while several various sized butt plugs all stood upright like proud soldiers at attention on the nightstand. Jesse looked over the bedroom. It was part of his job, he reminded himself, to clean them. And he was happy to in exchange for Mr. McPherson and his associate, slash housemate, slash whatever he was to Mr. McPherson, Dante—who he'd yet to meet—given their downstairs studio at their secluded island compound. After flunking out of his junior college's Spring semester, he answered Mr. McPherson's ad that said there would be light housekeeping in exchange for room and board and a small stipend. It wasn’t till his second day on the island that Mr. McPherson informed him 'housekeeping' included washing up a large collection of sex toys. The other requirement, he learned after he’d settled into his room, was a 'uniform' he was to wear inside the compound—a pair of skimpy white shorts, sandals and nothing more. Surveying the room he found some of the toys were unbelievably huge, some anatomically impossible. How they could even be incorporated into the act of sex was mysterious, if not a little disturbing, given the destruction or distortion on the impacted asshole. Yet a part of him was a bit enticed to try one or two out at some point. The only sound of the compound was soft surf in the distance and the quiet vacuuming of the pool man outside. Right now might possibly be an opportune time to put his curiosity to the test. He walked around the room seeing if there was a small one he might try or one he might tease his hole with. Yes, he picked one up that seemed perfect. He laughed to himself he was Goldilocks, settling on one not too big but not too small. Suddenly he heard a flush and Mr. McPherson burst from the master bathroom, completely naked, and stumbled directly into him. Jesse, with a wet, rubbery ten inch dildo wobbling in his hands, took a step back to steady himself. He peered down gawking at his employer’s dick. Although the cock was flaccid, it dangled mightily mid-way down Mr. McPherson’s sinewy thighs. Apparently still high from the night before, it took Mr. McPherson a moment to place who Jesse was. Balancing one hand on Jesse’s thin, hairless chest, he focused, his dark knitted brows relaxed as he snapped his fingers, mouthing quietly to himself, “Jesse.” A bit of a hazy smile came to light in his twinkling blue eyes. “Yes, sir, Mr. McPherson,” Jesse responded. Mr. McPherson’s hand slowly ran over Jesse’s smooth, youthful chest, pausing on the boy’s right nipple and giving it a slight tug. Mr. McPherson shook his head, saying, "No-no-no. No mister, boy. ‘Sir’ is…adequate. That is when no one is around." Mr. McPherson looked theatrically left and right. "And no one, I see, is around.” Mr. McPherson grinned, displaying two rows of shark-like teeth. Aside from his intimidating smile (or maybe because of it) he appeared to Jesse to be the perfect Daddy type: a very fit late forties, early fifties, alpha male; a gym rat and probable partier; a Polo-clad rich guy, semi-retired. While cleaning Mr. McPherson’s downstairs office, nosing around on his computer, he clicked through screens of stocks, cryptocurrencies, and real estate properties the man owned. Judging by the photos on the bookcases and hanging on the walls, images of Mr. McPherson beaming next to ex-presidents, Arab sheiks, some vaguely familiar world leaders, and more than a few famous—always male—Hollywood celebrities, made it seem like this guy knew everyone important on the planet. During the interview, his habit of stroking his dark goatee and looking sideways at Jesse kept him a bit off-guard, but whatever hesitation he detected from Mr. McPherson regarding hiring him, Jesse tackled head-on with contagious enthusiasm that repeatedly brought out Mr. McPherson’s shark grin. The man charmed Jesse in return with his roguish manner throughout the interview. And when he impulsively hired him on the spot, the contract scanned to find his weekly salary and frantically signed before Mr. McPherson changed his mind, Jesse fisted the air crowing Yes!, issuing a devilish outburst from Mr. McPherson. That this handsome stranger with his rugged, noble looks, his silver mane of hair, his manicured nails, his shirt sleeves swollen by flexing biceps, had actually chosen him for employment, why he felt he’d won the lottery. Now, with Mr. McPherson naked before him, Jesse couldn’t believe his circumstance. He tried to be as casual as possible, as if this happened all the time. And as much as he managed to keep his tongue securely in his mouth, he couldn’t help but fixate on Mr. McPherson’s powerful chest, as smooth as his, but bronze with powerful pecs that sculpted perfectly to two fleshy nipples that—for fuck sake!—had two horseshoe piercings through them. Mr. McPherson sensed Jesse admiration. He rewarded him by swaying his hips so his dick swung hypnotically for Jesse’s benefit. The boy couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the pendulum that cascaded under a generous patch of dark brown pubes. Pointing to the sizable dildo Jesse held, he asked, “You fancy that one, eh?” Jesse gave a quick, impish smirk. In a confidential whisper, Mr. McPherson boasted, “Mine's bigger.” Jesse blushed and looked around the room trying to focus on why he was there. “Uh, I finished your office, sir. I figured you were out, like, maybe you’d left the island, so I, uh, thought….” Jesse rambled rapidly, not sure why he was trying to pretend that Mr. McPherson wasn’t outright hitting on him. “Let’s sit,” Mr. McPherson said, pointing to two easy chairs in front of a picture window that looked out to the sea. “Let’s…get more familiar with each other, shall we? And I must sit because I am about to fall over. Rough night.” He patted a chair taking the large, fat dildo from Jesse and plopped it on a low table separating the chairs. “Interviews are such an impersonal way of knowing someone. And now that you’re here, in the flesh—and what flesh, I have to say—I should like to get to know you better.” “Yes, sir,” Jesse replied, easing into his chair. He tried to avoid looking at Mr. McPherson penis which had begun to rise half-mast. (A losing battle at best.) He felt a need to shift his own hardening cock in his shorts. He crossed a leg, trying to casually hide a bulge that was forming. “Are you satisfied with your quarters, Jesse?” Jesse nodded. “You’re directly beneath us. I hope we weren’t too noisy last night. Dante and I had our boys over. Very dirty boys, as you can see.” Mr. McPherson waved his hand over the room. “We do love our dirty boys—Dante and I—the dirtier the better.” He sat back in his chair, which only emphasized how rigid his pole had become. Nonchalantly, he began stroking it, his eyes fixated on Jesse. With a bit of a deer in the headlight glaze, Jesse fought to keep his eyes from dipping down. “Tell me: have you had anything this big fuck your arse?” He revealed once again his exceptionally wide grin. “Or this,” he asked, grabbing the dildo off the table and letting it flop back and forth next to his erection. “Or both,” he chortled, truly eating up Jesse’s arousal and awkwardness. The saying It ain’t bragging if it’s true popped into Jesse mind. Mr. McPherson wasn’t exaggerating: his cock easily topped the ten incher and was even thicker to boot. Jesse gulped and shook his head. “Nothing that big, Mr. Mc-….Sir.” He glanced anxiously out at wide expanse of the ocean, then darted his eyes quickly back to the man, trying to hide this strange mixture of unease and enticement. Mr. McPherson licked his lips continuing to study him. “You really are one of the most stunning boys I’ve met in a very long time, Jesse. Your parents, Irish and Italian, yes?” “Were, sir. But yes.” He’d related as much during his interview—his family situation, the difficult past year, his self-assurance about his future. “Dad was Sicilian, mom was from Cork. Like I said, they left me a little something. But now,” he exhaled a pfft, lifting his palm to indicate this house, this lifestyle. “I can’t ask for more than this.” “Such beautiful coloring,” Mr. McPherson said, not paying him heed. “You ran track in high school, yes?” Jesse affirmed this with a nod. “Like a fine race horse ready to be broken in. What delicious brown eyes," his employer said, leaning towards him. "Gorgeous chestnut hair, which, if you don’t mind me saying, would look great buzzed," he said, running his fingers along his scalp. "And such pale white skin," he cooed, running his knuckles across Jesse's peach fuzz cheek. He squinted. "I want to give you, Jesse, exactly what I think you want, things you deserve." The offer came across a little menacing if not domineering. It made Jesse’s heart beat a little faster. "Being a runner, you probably don’t smoke,” Mr. McPherson asked, pointing to a bowl on the table, picking it up and examining it. “Grass, sometimes,” Jesse answered, curiously meeting Mr. McPherson gaze. “I think you’d enjoy this. Our boys seem to, as so do I.” He lit the bowl, got smoke billowing inside, and passed it over. Jesse inhaled the swirling smoke and then quickly blew it out. “That’s it. But try keeping it in just like grass.” Jesse sucked the thin remaining wisps. Mr. McPherson leaned over and gave the pipe another blast of flame. With this hit a strange tingling began inside his brain, animating a sensation he hadn't felt before, an excited energy rather than the calming effect he usually felt with pot. Seeing the spark in Jesse's eye he was waiting for, Mr. McPherson lit the pipe a third time. With this stronger hit suspended in his lungs, Jesse noticed Mr. McPherson’s enormous hard-on—which he suddenly had no problem staring at now—had formed a bead atop the pee slit. A thought snuck up on him—from where or why Jesse didn’t know—but he wondered what that bead would taste like, if it was salty like when he tasted his own cum? Maybe it wasn’t pre-cum but maybe a bead of pee at the tip. He wondered what that would taste like. Traveling along these thoughts, his erection started making his shorts uncomfortably tight. Mr. McPherson noticed him squirm, stroked his pointed goatee, giving Jesse his sly sideways grin. "Time to slip those off, eh? Just us boys here,” he said, taking the pipe back and adding new contents from a baggie. He lit the pipe, drew a hit, then passed it to Jesse. “Try taking a deep hit this time. That’s it. And one more.” A coughing fit ensued, Mr. McPherson padding his back, which, as Jesse regained control, evolved into a slow, sensual caress of his back and shoulder. “Makes you feel good all over, am I right?” “Fuck, yeah, Mr. Mc-.” He stopped again and corrected himself. “Sir,” he coughed, attempting to clear his throat. He fell back into the chair observing how bright and colorful the room shined, how alive the printed birds on the chair's fabric seemed. He lifted his gazed out to the shimmering blue ocean. “I never felt nothing like this. Not even the best weed. Makes me kinda horny too. Like, shit, I feel like I could do anything.” “What you should do is drop trou, boy. Get comfortable like me,” Mr. McPherson suggested. Jesse gave the pipe to Mr. McPherson who set it on the table. He didn't understand why Mr. McPherson’s recommendation held such sway over him, but he felt a powerful need to indulge the man, had an urgent desire to get naked in front of him, lure him with his body. He eagerly unbuttoned his pants and pulled them to his ankle, then kicked them off leaving him, for the moment, in his underwear with a big lump under the white cotton. Mr. McPherson gave his index finger a wiggle indicating the underwear should also come off. Jesse slipped his briefs off and his hard-on slapped against his tight abs, revealing a brown, wispy treasure trail that whorled down to a patch of darkly trimmed pubes. What wasn’t lost to Mr. McPherson’s eye, was out of the sparse nest of pubes, a long slim cock arose, topped by a large, perfectly formed, purple head, pierced by the small silver ring of a Prince Albert. “Yes please,” murmured Mr. McPherson. "You are full of delightful surprises, Jesse." He reached over and gave the P.A. the lightest of tugs. "I foresee larger and larger gauges in your future. A double-zero, I predict, by end of summer.” He leaned over and picked up Jesse's underwear, and discovered a brown skid mark running down the back of it. “And yet more surprises!” His eyes lit up and his shark teeth bared. “Good God! Forget the shorts. From now on, only these,” he waved the briefs, “These are to be the only thing you wear within the compound. Capisce?” He then took a deep inhalation of the skid mark. Without understanding why, Jesse felt even hornier. He only knew he like Mr. McPherson paying so much attention to something dirty about him, something he should have been ashamed about but right now wasn't. “Suc-cu-lent," Mr. McPherson purred, stretching out each syllable while sitting back taking in the young man’s scent. Content after his lasciviously savoring, Mr. McPherson’s smile waned. In a darker register than Jesse had heard, he intoned, "Up." Jesse felt the mood shift introduced by this new darker tone. He knew to obey the man; there was something he liked about following Mr. McPherson's orders. Mr. McPherson twirled his index finger, and Jesse slowly spun around for him. “I expected you'd have a speedo tan line like that. I’m going to enjoy devouring that ivory ass." There was no question of Jesse resisting Mr. McPherson when his voice dipped even lower and seductively announced, "You need to get in that sling immediately.” This desire to obey overwhelmed him. Jesse marched straight to the sling and took a brown crusted double-headed dildo and large horse dildo out of the sling, and put them on the nightstand next to the regiment of butt plugs. He settled back in the sling struggling to hook his feet in the hanging leg straps. Mr. McPherson took one of his feet, then the other, snapping each into padded ankle restraints. Secure in the sling, Jesse’s legs spread wide apart, his anus prominently exposed. He was simultaneously nervous and very excited. “First time in a sling, sir," he confessed, stretching thin arms back, clutching the metal chains above his head. Mr. McPherson surveyed his prize—the boy with his gold-speckled brown eyes, the anxious brow, sharp cheekbones that could cut diamonds, dimples of joy, his sculpted jawline, wisps of chestnut hair in his pits, ribs prominent and excitedly rising and falling in anticipation, the sun blazing through the window hitting the boy’s erection like a sundial’s gnomon casting a shadow over his public bone, his beautiful young balls hanging in their sack like red grapes ready to be plucked, and finally, the proud display of his puckering trophy, the central brown target framed by two magnificent orbs of perfect white flesh, pearly gates to ruination—all his to remold and defile. Mr. McPherson growled, “You like showing me your dirty pussy, don't you?” He stood between Jesse’s legs, his hard-on drooling pre-cum over Jesse’s torso. The boy smirked, sticking a finger in his navel where spooge had collected, and put the liquid to his mouth. Mr. McPherson sneered, then knelt between Jesse’s legs and drew in a deep inhalation between Jesse’s fleshy globes. Jesse felt the slightest touch on his sphincter from Mr. McPherson's pointed tongue. The tongue flattened out and gave Jesse's hole a broad lap. The tongue sharped to a nib, circling around the hole, then dove straight in, causing Jesse to inhale from sudden pleasure. “For fuck sake, boy.” Mr. McPherson snorted. “Don’t you wipe?” A wicked smile expanded over Jesse's face, as Mr. McPherson spread his cheeks digging deeper into his hole, and lapped at his smudge. The vulgar affinity he suddenly felt with this man triggered thoughts more vile than he’d ever allowed to surface. “No, sir. Never!" he snarled, "I love secretly having a dirty butt. You can do whatever you want with it, my shithole. I’ll stop wiping from now on if you want.” Mr. McPherson emerged between his legs, seeing the lad's eyes dark with lust, just the way he liked his boys. Jesse’s hands pulled his legs farther apart to give this man, this corrupting influencer, as much access to his bung hole as possible. "You want to fuck my nasty shit pussy?" he rasped hoarsely. The sleazy desperation from the young man caused the man to rise, lean over, and plant a sordid kiss on the boy’s mouth. He slithered his slime-coated tongue into the boy’s hungry mouth. Jesse instinctively understood the new taste, and didn’t seem to hesitate accepting it. Abruptly with the kiss, he understood this man would be his teacher, his mentor, ultimately, if not immediately, would be his master. He observed the man creep to his side, evaluate his suspended body like a predator examining a prey that had been caught in a lure. The man pull up along his ribs, took one thin arm and locked it in a leather restraint, then reach across his torso, his cock gliding over the hairless chest leaving a trail of slime as if a giant slug were oozing a malignant discharge over his boyish breasts, marking him as his, the drooling cock close enough for Jesse's tongue to reach. As Mr. McPherson leaned over, buckling the final appendage, Jesse touched his tongue to the salty piss slit and got his first taste of the man’s secretions. Securing the buckle, Mr. McPherson spoke in a deep rumble replying to the boy’s question, “Fuck your shit hole? Oh Jesse. I’m going to do so much more than fuck your shit hole." He placed a finger on the cleft of the boy’s chin, bid him to open his mouth. He bent over and released a long string of brown sludge into the boy, then, with the same finger closed his yap, sealed his mouth. Mr. McPherson rose and paused, observed that Jesse’s PA had some seepage leaking off it. "Pre-cum. A good indication of what you’re open to, boy." With his finger Mr. McPherson drew away a white thread, a slack web from slit to finger, and placed the trace of pre-cum on Jesse’s lip. Jesse drew the finger into his mouth and sucked. Mr. McPherson’s eyes glistened wolfishly. His lips drew back and teeth emerged with his preternatural smile. "Never be ashamed of being a vessel of another man’s waste," he advised the boy softly. "Nor of your own. If it feels right and you like it, that’s all you need to know." He placed his lips again on the boy. Jesse responded with tongue, and with passion. The predatory man circled round between the boy’s legs, lubing his cock as he approached. As his body brushed the inside of Jesse’s thigh, he grasped the boy’s pelvis and with his cock began to manipulate the boy’s hole against his rigid pole. "It comes out we like much the same thing, Jesse. That’s rare. Such a promising start. Who know how much I can show you?" Jesse nodded in eagerly. The man slipped a slick finger in boy’s hole, lubing all around, then start to bob just his wide head repeatedly against his hole. He didn’t penetrate too far, just enough to introduce the girth that would be demanded of him. "First thing, we need to break in this tight, very tight butt hole." Jesse moaned loudly as the tip assuredly popped inside. "Push against me, boy," he encourage. As Jesse flared his ass open wanting Mr. McPherson inside him, he strained against the girth he was required to accept. The man rocked his cock in and out without complete removal, repeatedly pitching forward and back, until he saw signs of growing desire in Jesse's half-glazed eyes. He paused after inserting a few inches, feeling Jesse rectum clutching tightly on his member. He pulled out an inch then gave Jesse half an inch more of his shaft. Jesse rode him expertly for a while, wanting his penetration more with each new thrust. Mr. McPherson gently fucked him, taking him to a depth that might have been the deepest he’d ever asked of his ass. Probing further still to see what the boy could tolerate, now with each centimeter gained Mr. McPherson seemed to cause Jesse torment. But with slow determination he detected Jesse’s pain could be turned to pleasure. With a good portion of his member penetrating the boy, he felt a constricted second sphincter muscle blocking him from going deeper. He ground his hips, pushing hard against the boy's inner sphincter, feeling it starting to give way. He could see in the boy's alarmed eyes he was hitting a spot new to him. He leaned beyond Jesse and reached to the nightstand, grabbing a bottle. He uncapped it, put it under Jesse's right nostril and, with a finger, closed his other. "Inhale," he instructed. "Take a deep hit." Jesse obeyed, and Mr. McPherson felt his second sphincter loosen just a bit. He switched nostrils and had the boy hit the bottle again. He pushed hard and felt the clutching sphincter spread as he gyrated, pushing his enormous shaft deep into the aroused boy. Just when he was almost through the obstruction, the boy’s body erupted spasmodically. "Fuck, fuck, fuck" Jesse wailed. “Wait. Shit, fuck, Mr. McPherson. No, I can't take it." His body clenched, trying to expel the attacking phallus. "Yes you can,” he said, ignoring the pleas, giving the boy another hit of poppers. “Want it. Want me in that place you’re feeling right now. Trying shitting me out. Push hard. Clench!” He felt the boy’s rigid entrails clamp down, then flare, and slowly allowed, millimeter by millimeter, him to gain access. Astonishingly, all at once he slid in two full inches. He experience incredible pleasurable in this deep penetration. He thrust in past the constriction which erotically clutched his engorged head. He realized Jesse, beneath him, head back, cheered him on, stuttering yes-yes-yes, surrendering to more of his shaft as it pushed onward into the boy. Jesse face, which had been grimacing in discomfort, his body understood how helpless it was to resist, and relaxed, succumbing to the corrupting power of having his guts flayed internally. An inner cavern had been breached, a sensation so rich in pleasure he wondered where it had been hiding. He begged to be fucked harder, fucked deeper. Mr. McPherson rocked steadily enjoying the boy’s offering him his body. “You like this? You like someone in you so deep you're a whore for more?” Jesse nodded enthusiastically, opening his mouth in awe of this feeling. “Yeah, yeah, right there,” Jesse stammered, taking protracted satisfaction in abdicating his body entirely to the impulses of this master. “And we've still got further to go," his master warned, grinding his hips round, stirring the boy’s innards this way and that, marking the boy flush red faced, watched his breathing synch with his, feeling the boy’s heartbeat throbbing in the tip his cock, sensing the boy’s rectum of fine strings being plucked apart as he journeyed deeper into the conquered territory. In the corner of the boy's eyes, tears welled, he gnawed his lip, gasps burbled at each new sensation his master caused. Then the man paused. Jesse focused his eyes quickly. In spite of being on the verge of pain, he still wanting more. He implored, "Breed me, master. Cum inside me.” He searched the man’s face, gave the man’s cock a squeeze with his inflamed entrails. “Why’d you stop, sir?" Mr. McPherson grabbed the poppers, took deep hits, and stood there for a good, long while. Waves of pleasure washed over him, feeling how good his cock felt buried in such a wet boy pussy. Then a trickle of urine began leaking into the boy's cavity. It took a moment for Jesse to recognize the unfamiliar sensation he felt in his body. "Oh, fuck. You're taking a leak in me?" "Like a racehorse, boy" Mr. McPherson panted, the trickle immediately turning into a geyser. This powerful blast shot into the boy, while an immense expression of relief spread across the man’s face. "God damnit! I've needed to piss for so long!” After turning on the spigot to full force, he turned his internal attention back to the boy. Gazing down on him, he said, “This’ll be extremely charged piss from last night, Jesse. Relish it. Not all boys are as lucky as you to get daddy enhanced piss with his first fuck." His eyes rolled back as his urine flowed in blessed relief. Holding onto the sling’s top bar, pushing his firehose of piss into the lad’s body, he allowed his bladder to explode. He squeezed his bladder muscles, enjoying how his cock toyed with the boy’s entrails, easing up then deluging his piss stream again, his cock plugged so deeply into this clutching pussy, that he couldn’t resist taunting the boy, "You like being my pisspot? You consent to be daddy’s toilet?" Surprised, yet not shocked, Jesse replied, "I love it, daddy. I want your piss, sir," he groaned with no hesitation, absorbing the flow of urine running into his deepest parts. He began rocking in the sling to take more of his master’s cock. The boy's loosening sphincter wasn’t getting lost on Mr. McPherson either. He felt Jesse accepting his manhood, possibly the remaining mass which was still a sizable amount but seemed like Jesse was in reach of taking it. Jesse continued to welcome the anaconda and his master's piss simultaneously. The intoxicating flow made him frenzied. He flared open his legs, eye crazed and widened, he confessed, blathering, "I want master’s piss day and night. I want master to come down to my room whenever he has to take a leak, stick his cock in me, let me be his urinal. I want to be his sewer.” "Yes, boy. That's correct. That’s what you want.” He felt his bladder almost drained. “You want to be daddy's special toilet." In a trance, he babbled on, “Make me your toilet slave, master.” He made whimpering begging noises, pushing his butt up to meet his master’s crotch. It wasn’t just the sensation that drove this fever. Even more: it was the combination of knowing what Mr. McPherson was doing, feeling it at the same time, and then giving him further access to his hole, flooding his colon with his huge pissing cock. The flood of piss overloaded all resistance, physical and mental, enflamed his guts, snaking through this intestines, splashing, pushing, causing him to continue to open up. As the charged piss absorbed into his system, it became a feedback loop that had no end. Deeper and deeper he fell into the ecstasy that ravaged his body. He wallowed in the understanding of how the pain of penetration blossomed into joy. He felt transformed into an insect caught in the most seductive spider web imaginable; a luxurious dream, absorbing him, siphoning his mind from his body, extracting reason from his mind, making him a slave only to this sensation. He gave up his body to this man in a distorted dream, barely aware of this surroundings, pulling on the soft wrist cuffs and grasping at the hard metal chains, spreading his legs wider, bucking up to take more of this god between his legs, this demon who could impale him however deep he wished, split him in two and cast his shell aside if he wanted. He felt blessed that this conqueror chose his hole to plunder. It felt so fucking good, pushing his butt, straining to take in every inch of this coiled python from this monstrous centaur. This was no longer a man fucking him but a beast devouring him. The man felt the boy's hole fully relent, greedily aching for more. Confined to the limits of the sling, trying to push his body against his to take more of his meat, the man was more than willing to accommodate and leaned all his weight into the boy’s hole. Done pissing he pulled almost all the way out, and then slammed back in. The hole was a slippery, wet mess that got him harder the deeper he probed. He found he was a breath away from having his balls pressed to the boy's smooth tailbone. Observing the boy's face cringe in some discomfort, he poppered the boy again. The boy of course would not resist him. After capping the bottle, he plunged his cock completely to his pubic bone, his wiry bush nestling under the boy's soft, hairless balls. Jesse's eyes bulged, startled, and came instantly. A thick rope of his white jism shot into the boy's face, trailing white cock-snot over an eye and down his cheek. He felt the colon spasm, clutching in desperate orgasms, in the identical rhythm he was fucking the deepest cavern of the boy, feeling his cockhead hitting a soft log in his deepest thrusts. From the boy's rhythmic clutching of his cock while cum spewed over his thin chest, the man climaxed too, releasing an ample amount of seed to knock the boy up. Sperm mixed with the urine, a slop so voluminous he could almost hear it slosh inside the boy's guts. In raptured orgasm, he bucked harder, finding sadistic pleasure in the boy's wails. He took the boy's cock and PA in hand and caused the boy tortured exhilaration as he jacked the wet, spent head. They rocked together, unable to stop the flow of passion between them. Sweat poured from his forehead, drenching the boy, running down his flanks. He felt they'd never return to earth. Cum continued to shoot as his hips violently rammed into the boy. Brutal anguish spread across the boy’s face. He begged in ecstatic pain to be fucked, his insides shredded by an engorged phallus, ravaged by the convulsion of orgasm—slave and master conjoined. But as time and gravity pulled them back to earth, Mr. McPherson’s fiery passion dimmed—not without a final few clenches, a murmur of muted cries—their fervor paled, ground to an eventual halt. Then, as the rigidity of his cock waned, a warm trickled ran down Mr. McPherson’s leg. Realizing what might happen, he instructed Jesse to hold it in. But with more wetness leaking out, his semi-rigid cock was spat out, and a spasmodic emptying of liquid could no longer be contained. Jesse spewed the content of his bowels all over the floor. On the bedroom’s white porcelain tiles several puddles formed. Luckily, thought Mr. McPherson, a new housekeeper was at hand. A half-conscious Jesse groaned in the sling. First, the man unlocked the boy’s arms, then his legs, helping his down to a sitting position. "Get your bearings, son. Don't get out yet," he advised. Jesse waited at the edge of the sling, his mind coming back to recognizable human form, his eyes focusing. His ass felt incredible and unbelievably satisfied. He realized he was leaking and tried to stop it from further running down his leg. But his ass, stretched so wide, pounded for so long, took issue with closing so soon. It was a fuck he'd never forget; his mind still running over its vague outlines, hardly comprehending it to the point he wasn’t even quite certain where he was. In his reverie, however, he heard Mr. McPherson speaking to him coolly as one would a servant. Finger’s snapped in front of him. "Jesse,” Mr. McPherson snapped again. “Jesse. On your knees. Time to do your job.” Still foggy but with a dawning sense of disbelief, Jesse looked at him to see if he was kidding. Mr. McPherson stood sternly, arms crossed. “You’re kidding, right,” he said. “Seriously? You want me to….” His wheedling trailed off. Mr. McPherson's eyes crinkled, an eyebrow raised. “But daddy?” Jesse tested how much sway he had left. Mr. McPherson pointed at Jesse and then a puddle. “But sir? Master?” Mr. McPherson unmoved, continued to point. Jesse slowly crumbled onto the white porcelain tiles, first to his knees, then hands, lastly lips met the floor. With the smallest of slurps, he started. And with the first sip he realized why Mr. McPherson was that successful shark: that he, Jesse, like so many others, should have studied the contract more closely; that it wasn’t about some pitiful stipend, or room and board offered by this wealthy man, but about property, about the transfer of ownership. A person could be bought in many ways; his price was chump change. Downing the first swallow of piss and cum—one last glance up at Mr. McPherson’s brooding ocean-blue eyes—he got to work in earnest, slurping and licking up the mess that moments before had occupied his body.
  10. Hey guys. Sorry for the long build-up and scene setting...the good stuff will start soon. ____________________________________________________ Chapter 1 I woke slowly, sluggishly, not sure where I was. I tried to sit up, but I couldn’t seem to make my limbs obey. I had an itch on my forehead but even though it stung, I couldn’t move either arm to scratch. It took me another minute to realize that I was tied down, my arms held in place with what felt like velvet ropes. First reaction: panic! I opened my eyes and panicked further. I was naked and my skin tingled; as my vision cleared, I realized that most of my body hair had been removed and that my butt hole felt sore. I was restrained on some kind of platform covered with black velvet: my arms were held out from my sides; my legs were free, but there were stirrups like an examination table at a doctor’s office. It was a little chilly, as if I were in a basement room, though I was covered with a shiny black satin sheet that was embroidered in gold. I craned my neck, but couldn’t really see it; it was some kind of symbol. I could just make out a crescent shape on one side superimposed over a circle and what looked like some kind of insect superimposed. My neck started to feel the strain, so I let it drop back onto the platform. The floor of the room looked to be thickly carpeted, and the walls were covered with heavy looking tapestries that showed guys having sex. In front of the tapestries were a couple rows of wooden pews. There didn’t appear to be a door, at least not that I could see, and definitely no windows. What the fuck had I gotten myself into? The tapestries gave me a good idea of what was coming, no pun intended. I tried to piece together my memories…maybe I’d be able to figure a way out of here? I was a freshman in college, and had been invited to a Friday night party by a guy I’d met during orientation, a knockout upperclassman: tall, lean and muscular with dark hair and eyes that contrasted with his pale skin, reminding me of the actor who played the vampire in that British TV series. He introduced himself as Mike, said that he represented the newest fraternity on campus (Alpha Iota Delta Sigma), and that he thought I was a perfect candidate to pledge with them. I told him I didn’t think of myself as “Greek life” material and had no intention of joining up, but he said he really wanted me to come, and gave my arm a friendly squeeze. What the hell, I figured; I could get a free drink and didn’t have to join, but I’d be happy to hang with Mike, especially since it seemed like he was interested. The last thing I remembered was lying on his bed, drinking some wine he’d insisted on giving me even though I’d asked for a Diet Coke. Then, it got increasingly fuzzy. Idiot, I thought. He drugged me, but I couldn’t understand why. He already had me in his bed, had quizzed me about my sexual experiences in high school, eliciting the information that I’d never been fucked in the ass and wasn't sure I wanted to. But I’d been ready to do whatever he wanted. And that was when he'd pressed the glass of wine on me, telling me to drink up, that I needed to relax. Idiot, I chastised myself again. I had absolutely no idea how long I’d been in this room, trussed up and ready for…I closed my eyes and tried not to think about it. Maybe this was just some kind of weird hazing routine? But I didn’t recall saying that I’d pledge, so how could I be getting hazed already? Was there such a thing as pre-hazing? I heard a sound behind me – a door opening? – and there was a slight draft that cut off abruptly. Mike appeared wearing only a loincloth, having discarded his t-shirt and jeans. His body was beautifully cut and sculpted, with six-pack abs, perfectly symmetrical pecs and well-developed biceps. I could see the outline of his large dick tenting the thin, gauzy loin cloth, and I gulped and licked my lips. It must have been nerves that made me blurt out: “Okay, very funny. Now will you untie me and let me out of here?” Mike said, “Sorry, can’t do that.” “But why? We were in your bed, it wasn’t like I was fighting you off.” He grinned, “Yeah, you got me hot,” he said looking down. Then he stepped up on the velvet platform, and took my legs over his shoulders. “I wish I could have dicked you right then, but there are rules and regulations and rituals that have to be observed in this fraternity. It’s unique.” Judging by my circumstances, that seemed accurate. “What kind of ritual?” I asked nervously. “It’s your initiation,” he answered. “But I didn’t even agree to join!” I exclaimed. “Huh. So you were just after my body?” he said, with a mocking smile. I didn’t have any answer to that. It was true. I’d wanted to get laid…and that’s how I’d ended up here. “Just relax,” he said, rubbing against me, a little precum staining his loincloth. “I’ll be with you the whole time. Just concentrate on me.” A gong sounded. I looked around, afraid of what it meant. “Gotta get a grip,” he said, reluctantly pulling away and standing to my right at my feet. “They’re coming.” “Who?” I asked, trying to remain calm. I felt the door open and heard voices chanting and bells ringing and smelled the heavy perfume of incense. “Ave libidinem” chanted a basso voice. “Hail to lust,” answered a chorus of male voices. “Fratres, in cupiditate” chanted the bass voice again. “Brothers in lust,” the chorus answered. As the room filled with guys they continued their antiphonal chant. Leading them was an older man: massive, muscular, with a shaved head, wearing a black robe that fell open as he walked, revealing the same kind loincloth that Mike wore. Following him, I thought I recognized others from the party. One guy swung an incense box that was smoking, others shook bells. They filed into the pews and turned to face me, then grew silent. Their leader stepped up on the platform where I was bound, circling around to stand at my head. I got a good look up his loincloth – I assumed that was the point of that maneuver – and could see that he had a hairy body and an immense, pierced dick. Ouch! was all I could think. Oh, God, was that part of the initiation? I shuddered, and then realized that I hadn’t felt any “jewelry” when Mike was humping my butt. I breathed thanks for small favors, proving just how dire my situation was. The guys assembled were a range of body types and races. So they believe in diversity, that’s good. I was grasping at straws, trying to distract myself from speculating on what was coming. All were dressed like Mike: white gauze loincloths that revealed more than they hid. I was tied up, naked and helpless in a room full of barely dressed men. I had a feeling my ass wasn’t going to be virgin after this night.
  11. When my boy and I went to my parents’ house for Thanksgiving, we made a pit stop at my favorite bookstore from when I was in High School, and after taking dozens of POZ loads earlier this year, my boy wound up fucking my Dad through a gloryhole. Once he knew who it was loading his ass, my Dadchickened out, and we neither one got to shoot our cum up my Dad’s hole again, until we went back for Christmas. The night we arrived, I managed to get Dad pretty hammered on some spiked eggnog. He retired to bed early, but my boy and I stayed up a bit later, plotting how to get my Dad’s trousers off and our cocks in his ass. My boy seemed game for anything, so I mentioned that I remembered my Dad almost always got up in the middle of the night for a glass of water from the kitchen and a piss. I fell asleep, but my boy stayed up to keep watch, watching some raw porn on his laptop with the sound turned off. Sure enough, around 3AM, the door of my parents’ bedroom creaked open and my boy roused me gently, then snuck out to the hallway. My Dad was letting a stream of piss fly, with his bathrobe casually drawn over his shoulders. My boy snuck up behind him, wrapping his arms around Daddy’s paunchy waist. Daddy jumped a bit and piss went everywhere. Ever the one to please, my boy went down to his knees and licked the fresh piss off my Dad’s crotch and legs. I heard my Dad whisper, “No, not here. Let’s go downstairs…” “Whatever you say, Daddy,” my boy replied. I waited until they were down the steps and into the kitchen to follow. I held back in the dining room, and hid behind a half-opened door to watch. Dad mixed two cocktails as my boy ran his hands all over Daddy’s fleshy torso, managing to get his robe to fall to the floor. “How long have you been getting fucked,” my boy asked. “Since I followed my son once to the bookstore when he was in High School. He blew me once through the hole and never knew it was me. I guess I got sort of hooked.” “And what about taking strangers’ cum? When did that start?” “To be honest, I always make the guys bag up. You’ve gotta trust that their cum is clean, or you could get sick.” “Ahhh…” My heart was pounding and my cock was throbbing. My boy was seducing my father just feet away from me. “Would you take my load again?” my boy asked. “Sure. You guys play safe usually right?” “Oh yeah. All the time…” My boy neglected to mention the sex parties, taking loads in mensrooms all over the East Coast, and NEVER allowing anyone topping him to wear a rubber. I estimated that between the two of us, we’d taken at least forty loads, and at least a dozen knowingly POZ ones. As the felt each other up, and my Dad worked my boy’s tenting briefs down to his ankle, he asked, “When were you lasted tested?” “About nine months ago. It was clean.” Finally an honest answer. “I want you so bad,” my Dad panted as he lowered himself down and wrapped his mustachioed mouth around my boy’s stiff leaking cock, impressively getting most of my boy’s cock down his throat. My boy spread his legs a little, and held his hand out for my Dad to spit in so he could start lubing his ass and playing with it. I guess at heart, my boy will always be a piggy bottom, but this was a special occasion. Pozzing my Dad got him harder and drippier than I had seen in a long time. They switched places, and my boy inhaled Daddy’s dick, all the way to the root, and spread his legs wide apart so he could start loosening up my Dad’s hole for the coming onslaught. “Think my son will be jealous?” Daddy snickered. “Oh no. I’m sure he’ll approve. You’ll just have to put out for him later to make it even…” “Sounds fair enough,” he panted. My boy went into overdrive, blowing Daddy’s fat stiffy for all he was worth. It was all I could to slow down my own jerking so I would cum too soon. My Dad grunted, “Oh shit. You’re going to make me cum!” but my boy kept right at it until Daddy’s body wracked with orgasmic convulsions. My boy was rewarded with a mouthful of NEG Daddy spooge, and he looked up at my Dad, smiling, with jism leaking out of his cocksucking lips. He stood up and gave my Dad an aggressive tongue-fucking, filling my Dad’s mouth with his own cum. “Don’t swallow that, Daddy. Cum makes the best lube.” He winked. My Dad snowballed his cum back into my boy’s mouth and turned around, leaning over the kitchen counter, spreading his hairy asscheeks so his chute was easier to get at. My boy went back to his knees and spit globs of cum onto his asshole, and started to finger them inside. One glistening finger up Daddy’s tight hole, then two, then three. My Dad was bucking as this treatment, and after spitting on his drippy cock, my boy lunged forward. No mercy. He slammed all of his long narrow dick all the way inside Daddy’s tunnel in one thrust. Daddy was whimpering. My boy told him, “Shhh! You don’t want to wake the whole house do you? Then, they’d all want a piece of your ass.” After a minute or two of pounding, my boy slowed down, and I could tell he was getting close to loading my Dad’s ass with his long-untested questionable load deep into my father’s willing NEG ass. He whispered, “Where do you want my load, Daddy?” “Give it to me! I’m a man. I can take it.” My boy thrust forward and I could tell he was whitewashing my Dad’s insides. That was only the second time I had seen my boy breed an ass. I shot my load all over my hand, and fed myself my own questionable load. With the first pause since they began their lovemaking, my Dad whispered, “Did you cum?” “Oh yeah. I loaded your ass real deep.” My boy backed his dick out of my Dad’s used cummy ass, and I could see, briefly, my Dad’s loosened pucker with a dick-sized hole in it, and a flood of gooey spooge leaking out. My boy knelt down to suck his load out of Daddy’s ass. Once his face was covered with ass juice and cum, he said, “It seems like a waste, you being all warmed up like this. Let’s go wake up your son.” Dad froze. “Really, think he’ll want some old guy’s ass? His own father?” “Why the fuck not. You won’t be the oldest guy we’ve shared.” The look on my Dad’s face was priceless. I had to pull myself away from the hot sweaty scene to get back to our bedroom, where I was supposed to be sleeping. I made it under the covers just as I heard the bedroom door creak open, and my Dad and my boy giggling quietly like schoolgirls. I rolled onto my back, pretending to be asleep. I was still half hard from before, and my dick was already drippy. I heard quiet whispers and felt the sheets being pulled down, and a hairy moustache tickling the head of my dick. Daddy lowered his mouth over my cock, and gave a surprisingly decent blowjob. I moved my hands to the back of Dad’s balding head and started rocking my hips. My boy whispered, “Damn! Don’t choke the man!” By then the pretense of being asleep was pointless. “Suck that dick Dad!” I rammed my cock as far down his throat as it would go, making him gag a little. He pulled off for air, and scrambled up to my face to give me a deep tongue-lashing. I’d never kissed my Dad like that before, and it almost made me shoot my wad right then. I told him, “Get on my dick.” Dad whipped around with his back to me, and squatted over my wet cock. My boy leaned in to help guide my raw dick home with one hand and spread my Daddy’s ass open with the other. I was far more gentle than my boy had been, and it went smoother, lubed with my boy’s sticky cum and loosened from his long dick. Dad rode my cock like a champ until we were both damp with sweat. I pulled out and spun Dad around to give it to him doggy style. “Damn, this is hot,” my boy whispered as he moved around to shove his dick into Dad’s mouth. I pounded for a few minutes more, and shoved in as far as possible as I seeded my Dad’s ass. My boy coated Dad’s throat with more cum at the same time, and we collapsed onto each other in a lusty cummy pile. Dad drifted off to sleep as we embraced each other. My boy whispered, “Think we’ve converted him?” “If he’s not POZ, at least he’ll be addicted to taking loads. Job well done.” We kissed tenderly and dozed off. A few hours later, as the sun was coming up, I roused my Dad and told him to get back to his own bed before Mom woke up. He regretfully left. I snuggled up my sticky dick to my boy’s ass and left it there. We slept in that day. We had earned it.
  12. OK. I'm a dark-skinned, muscular top I'm willing to say it; I love calling a man's ass a pussy in bed. It drives me crazy when I play with masculine, muscle guys who think of their ass like a pussy. I know there are guys who absolutely hate it and consider it a turn off. But I love it. Are their muscled, masucline bottoms who are into the same thing? I can't be the only top who is into this as I know there are bottoms out there who love it. I met up with a bodybuilder who took his "pussy" fantasy to the extreme and loved wearing women's panties to the gym. No he wasn't into lingerie or was a cross dresser, he just loved having his ass treated like it was a cunt. It was the hottest thing. He used to love going into the steam room at the gym and I say, "Eat my pussy!" I would snack on his hole for a good hour then breed it like I was a junkyard dog in heat. Are there bottoms into this? Are there tops who find this equally hot? Let me know.
  13. THE CORRUPTION CONTINUES CHAPTER ONE After the scene at the bistro, Pat’s relationship with his bitch wife was officially over. In an effort to end things quickly, he actually convinced the cunt to take the house (including the majority of the contents) and her shiny sports car as her settlement. No alimony to hold over his head for years to come, just a clean break. And trust me, she’s the kind of parasite who would milk him for alimony until the day he died. Pat continued to stay at the cheap motel he’d been checked into the night he came to me, even though we spent most of our free time together now. He blocked out all of his buddies who tried calling him to ask him, “What the fuck?” when they heard about his divorce. Not to mention the fact that his skank ex-wife felt no shame in spreading the word that he was a faggot now. Little did she know how bad that made her look. She could have had the sexiest man in town all her own, but she couldn’t keep him happy. In fact, I made sure that word spread that she practically pushed him into my arms. And bed. It took so little effort to let everyone know that she was a shrill, frigid, caustic shrew who knew less about pleasing a man than the butchest of diesel dykes. The other reason Pat insisted on keeping the motel room long-term is because he liked the seedy nature of it. We fucked there often, making sure that people walking past or in nearby rooms could hear two guys fucking like animals. He had gone from ‘so naive’ to ‘such a pig’, it made my head spin. And my heart flutter. Despite the motel room, he basically lived with me. All of his clothes were at my place. That’s really all he took away from his marriage. That and his truck. And all of his tools. He was a man who works with his hands and needs his tools to work. He didn’t want anything else from the house. His clothes, his truck, his tools, and his dignity. What more does a horny single hunk need? With no bickering, his divorce was final after a month. After that everything changed. Pat had really gotten to love having a pig at his disposal. I literally sucked his dick anywhere he wanted, and bent over for a fuck anywhere he needed. Basically any time we were in his truck, I was leaning over and sucking him off or slathering his balls. We fucked beside his truck in a packed parking lot, and only one guy walked past us and grunted, “Faggots” at us. He was smiling, though, so he wasn’t going to cause us any problems. He fucked me in public bathrooms, clothing store change rooms, adult book stores and bath houses, cruising parks. Anywhere and everywhere. I was a slut in HEAVEN. But with the finalization of his divorce, Pat took a turn for the darker. He had started paying more attention to the guys around us while we were pigging out. Mostly at the bath houses and book stores, he started to notice some of the men who he hadn’t seen fuck me yet. Well, actually, we’d been fucking so much that he hadn’t told me to take any other cocks since those first couple of meetings. Since we were more ‘together’ it’s just been us. Until he started looking around at other guys who seemed to want in on the action. The sick looking guys. Skinny, wasting, gaunt, with KS lesions. He started asking me questions about them one night as we lay in bed after a particularly satisfying fuck session. “They have AIDS, don’t they?” he asked me, his arms around me, holding me tight to his body while we spooned. “I’m sure some of them do,” I sighed. “Does it ever worry you? You’ve let me encourage you to take loads from a few strangers and I never once thought about what it could be doing to you.” We had already discussed we were both negative shortly after our first fuck session, so he had an idea of what we might be getting into. Although his concern was seriously sweet, it was also getting me royally horny again, and I couldn’t help but shove my ass back towards his cock, which I found, had begun to fill out once again while we talked. “I lived too much of my life worried about the consequences. And I never had any fun,” I told him. “That’s why I started going to the book stores and being a slut. I know enough to know that it isn’t a death sentence, and the guys I know who are infected fuck like you wouldn’t believe. I always felt like I was missing out.” “But those guys who are sick . . . they could die, right? So it still could be a death sentence,” he pointed out. “Yeah, but some men who have full-blown AIDS have let themselves get to that point. They love having the virus so powerful in their systems. It’s a high for a lot of guys.” I continued to rub my ass on his now-hard cock, hoping he’d take the hint. Pat reached around and grabbed hold of my own rock-hard throbbing dick, and he laughed. “Fuck, feels like you might love it, too. Are you seriously this turned on because we’re talking about AIDS?” “I guess I am,” I replied, reaching back and lining him up with my already-cum-sloppy hole until he started to sink back into me. I was surprised to feel Pat get even bigger and harder inside of me, and he growled sexily in my ear as he began to ram me harder from behind. Normally getting fucked on my side wasn’t my favorite position, but this was feeling damn good to me. Intimate. “Uh! It -feels like -uh! like you -uh! enjoy it too!” I managed to grunt out between his urgent thrusts. Pat’s grip around me got much tighter, as if he was trying to possess me, get as deep as he could into my greedy pig hole. “Fucking right,” he grunted. “Let’s do it.” “Do what?” I asked. I knew the answer, but I really wanted to hear him say the words. “Get AIDS. Ah, fuck, I’m gonna cum!” he roared, squeezing me to him as his balls drained their payload into me. After we came back down and got our breathing under control, I rolled over so we were face to face, kissed him, and then just stared into his beautiful eyes. Pat reached up and caressed the side of my face and smiled at me. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” “Get infected, you mean?” I asked, to which he nodded. “I always expected it to happen sooner or later, so I’m fine with it. I just wasn’t sure if it was something you would be okay with.” “It scares the fuck out of me, I’m not gonna lie. But....” He stopped and looked down towards his crotch and then back up at me and grinned. “I think that says it all.” I glanced down. His cock as throbbing hard once again. Clearly he liked the idea as much as I. “Okay, then. Looks like we have a consensus,” I laughed.
  14. With Christmas only a few days away I was not looking forward to my first Christmas alone. It’s only been about 8 months since Eric and I broke up and for the first time since then I’ve felt truly alone. But we had some good times we spent the past 18 years together and I guess all things must come to an end. To get my mind off the Holidays and avoid the crowds shopping I decided to go to my gym and do a work out. I got checked in and made my way to the locker room. As I was getting dressed I met up with Dave and we chatted a bit about the holidays. We finished getting dressed and made our way out to the gym to do our workout. Dave asked me if he could work out with me and I was like sure its good to have some company working out. As we were working out I told him about spending Christmas alone and how this was my first Christmas by myself. Dave told me about a get gift exchange party he and his friends have every year around the holidays. He went into detail that the party starts on Christmas eve and it’s a sleepover at his buddy’s house. I said wow that sounds like a lot of fun. He gave me the address and said be there around 7pm and we start the gift exchange around 9. We finished our work out and headed back to the locker room to shower and change. As we were showering he mentioned one other thing bring some alcohol along that was the only pre requisite. We finished getting dressed and headed out of the gym. Dave waved back to me and said see you Friday @ 7pm. I replied back looking forward to it. Over the next few days I was curious as to what to bring for the gift exchange, I made my way over to Target to look around and find something to bring to this gift exchange. I found the perfect gift and took it home and wrapped it up. My holiday depression was now changed, and I was excited about the holidays. the night of the party has arrived. I put the address into my car’s navigation and made my way over to the address. As I pulled in I had a hard time finding a parking spot, there were quite a few people already here for the party. I knocked on the door and was met by a cute young guy barely wearing an elf’s outfit. He said you must be here for the gift exchange. I said yea I am. Well come on in and make yourself at home...As I entered I could see the room filled with all guys which to me is not a problem. I found the host and introduced myself and gave him my bottle of wine and my gift. He said oh you are Dave’s friend, well come and enjoy the party the gift exchange starts around 9. I made my way around and met some of the guys, found out that this party is quite popular and everyone here looks forward to this party to set off the holidays. I found my friend Dave who gave me a big hug and said he was glad I came. At 9pm the host got everyone’s attention and asked who was new to this party. As I looked around there were a few guys that were new including me. We all raised our hands and we were each given a packet. The host said don’t open the packet till the right time. After the host gave all of us newbies our packets another guy was handing out the packets to the other guys. The host then explained the rules of the gift exchange and told us all to have fun. After I heard the rules I felt a bit embarrassed as I thought this was an actual gift exchange and not a sex party, but since I haven’t had sex in months I figured hey might as well have fun. The newbies were to open their packets and seek out the match to their cards that were inside. So I started on my quest and found this short body builder, we chatted for a bit and then went into one of the rooms. We got naked and made out, he bent me over the side of the bed and started eating out my ass, oh my god it felt so good I haven’t had that in a long time. After a while he said are you ready, I looked back and said yes give it to me. With that he slid his thick fat cock up my ass and started fucking me, this felt so good I have not been fucked in a long time. He started fucking me really hard and in a few minutes he started cumming in my ass. At first I was in heaven and then I realized he just came inside me with out a condom. I asked him about that and he said its part of the rules no condom allowed. With that me left the room and said enjoy your gift. I stood there in amazement as to what just happened and soon another guy came in and said can I see your card. I showed him my card and he said I have the match to that. We compared cards and sure enough we had a match. After a few minutes we started making out, I never made out with a black man and this guy was totally hot. He pushed me down to his cock and I was eye to eye with the biggest cock I’ve ever seen up close. He pulled my face into his crotch and I was soon taking his big cock down my throat, as I kept sucking I kept gagging trying to take his cock all the way down my throat. I swear the thing must have grown to at least 10 inches. He pulled me up to my feet and turned me around so I was again facing the bed, he pushed me down so my ass was again exposed. He spit on his hand and started working his fingers into my hole, after a few minutes he pushed his hard cock into me with one thrust. I screamed in pain, but he pushed me into the bed to muffle my scream. He kept pounding my ass harder and harder. I have never been fucked like this in my life, part of me was in pain and part in pleasure. I was thinking this is going to be a good Christmas.
  15. The first part of the story contains only gay content. You can find it here. Part II of "In My Neighbour's Back Yard" Should I do it? I thought for at least the thousandth time. Or maybe two-thousandth. Hard to keep track when all I could think about for the past week was sex, sex and more sex. Wonderful, bareback, raw, uncomplicated but passionate sex. And the promise of more. I fidgeted, waiting with mounting excitement and an annoying level of mild guilt. I had showered, I was clean, and nervous as hell. Sweaty palms be damned. Where was that phone message? I glanced over at my dour wife. She lay on the lounge watching TV. Still a good looking woman for her age – shaggy hair coloured light brown, baggy purple t-shirt concealing large breasts, sweat-pants covering long nicely shaped legs – she could move like a smooth pole dancer and capture my heart, but our intimacy had perished years ago when she claimed the dreaded pause from men had hit. She just did not give a shit about my sexual feelings and needs, and she apparently had none herself. So we lived in celibate fakery, a calm existence, punctuated by my odd secret online wankfest. Until last weekend. My phone queeped. I jumped. The anticipated message read: "Me mates are on their way. Get your arse over here now, slut." I took another deep breath, deleted the message, and felt my heart thump harder. The guilt washed over me for a moment. I looked over again. Fuck her, I thought. I have needs. Courage. I can do it, and I'll have a ball, literally. I dug fingers into the chair and made the fateful final decision. Standing, I said, "I'll be off now." "Going next door to see Peter and his boys?" "Yah." "Watch the footy?" Yes. Some of his mates are coming over, too. Maybe shoot some pool as well." "Your new hobby?" She actually chuckled. "Maybe make some new friends." "Sticks and balls and holes," I said, imaging hard fleshy sticks, hanging full balls and yawning male holes. If only she knew. I swallowed. I doubted very much I would see any football as I hoped to be far too busy. "Don't know when I'll be back. Could be late." I felt my heart beat and my eager penis twitch. "Have fun, then," she said and winked at me before tucking her hand between her thighs and turning her attention back to the dull romance movie. It was now a sex scene. I wondered what my sexless wife thought about that. She never looked at me as I slunk out the front door. As I hurried down our long gravel driveway I recalled last weekend. Something amazing had happened. Something that may have changed my life forever. Something maybe I should not have done, but I had and now I have become consumed by it. I craved it again. I thought I was straight, but sex with another man? Oh, yes. The best sex I had ever experienced. Raw, unrelenting, more passionate than anything I had known before. Pure sex for its own sake. I had loved it. My older neighbour Peter and his two sons had been amazing. I yearned for more. A half moon ghosted the pebbly driveway. I live on a private acre property surrounded by other large lots and new homes. Privacy comes from thick trees and shrubs and a brick house set near the middle of the lot. Peter's place next door is private, too, with a large back yard full of old cars and an enormous shed almost as big as a small house. I made my way through the cool evening air to his unlit front porch. Hesitating, heart pounding, I reached and rapped. The solid wooden inner door swung to reveal Peter standing behind the brown screen. His thick body shadowed by a hall light, he pushed the screen door open, grabbed my shirt and roughly pulled me inside. "About fuckin' time, slut!" he snapped. He threw me against the wall and kicked the door shut at the same time. His burly body slammed against me, knocking the breath out through my nose and astonished mouth. He wore a white singlet and nothing else. His thick cock swelled as he smashed against my body and began jabbing it at my crotch. I squirmed and felt his hot breath and scratchy beard on my face. "Get this shit off!" Pressing his heavy body against me, Peter pulled on my belt, tugged on my jeans. Never before had I ever felt such strong desire. My emotions flamed. My instantly hard cock strained. My body tensed, ready for whatever he was about to do to me. I quickly pushed down my tattered jeans, kicked shoes and jocks and pants away. Peter immediately began to thrust his cock against my own stiffening prong. He pulled my t-shirt over and off, grabbed my shoulders and roughly kissed me. His tongue pushed between my stunned lips and flicked against my own. My sweaty palms instinctively slid down his hairy body to his hips and clenching rear. He fiercely bucked against me then shoved me away. Forget romance, forget soft foreplay, this was rough urgent sex and it felt fabulous. "Let's go! They'll be here soon but I can't wait to fuck your tight virgin arse again." Now naked, he pulled me through his house. I stumbled along a sparsely furnished family area around which doorless bedrooms gaped. He tugged me through the door at the back of the room, into the laundry, then out a squeaking screen door, across cement pavers and through another heavy wooden door inlaid with frosted glass. Instead of the back yard, I stumbled into the shed. Some shed! The "shed" was nothing short of an amazing man cave. Spotlessly clean, to our left an ornate, fully stocked bar glistened with bottles, glasses and mirrors. Before us a green pool table stood waiting, balls in formation, cues and triangle neatly racked beside a leather couch. Behind the pool table lay an enormous bed covered by a soft doona. A black iron frame held the king-size mattress just off the carpet. To the right of the bed, a solid metal hook hung screwed into one of the raked ceiling's steel rafters. An enormous flat screen, flanked by tall speakers, dominated the far wall above the bed. Uplamps cast a mysterious soft glow without shadowing. The most amazing thing: egg cartons adorned the walls. Of course: sound proofing. Excellent! Peter pulled me to the bed and literally threw me onto the mattress. Now naked, I bounced and spun onto my back. Up on elbows, my own cock standing, I waited for him to pounce. Instead he stood at the foot of the bed, fists on hips and legs parted akimbo, and gazed down at me. I stared at his big semi-hard cock and barrel shaped tough body. "Assume the position," he ordered. I shook my head. "What?" "On your hands and knees. Do my dick." "Yes, sir!" I scooted down to the end of the bed, reached and gently took hold of his stiff cock. I looked up at his stern face with an obedient puppy-dog expression. "Knock it off and keep me hard." Holding the base, never releasing eye contact, I opened my mouth and took him in. I loved his cock. I sucked and licked, used my tongue to roll back his foreskin, rubbed the tight crown with my lips and tongue, and began to jerk the stem at the same time. Almost like a religion I worshiped that solid, rubbery pole of steely passion. I moaned and slobbered and licked and rubbed, did everything I could think to mount his prurient pleasure. To make him good and stiff before his assault on my quivering body. In a few minutes of exciting work, he had indeed hardened further. He pulled back and twirled his fingers. "You're a good little cocksucker, almost as good as my son Roger. Now, slut, present yourself. Get that round arse up." Obediently, I spun around, positioned myself, looked at the iron bars of the bed's head, and waited. Would I be tied up? Or cuffed? I felt the bed move as he mounted and knee-walked up behind me. I gasped when his thick fingers first slid along my back, then down to my rump. He begin to kneed and part the cheeks. I felt his scratchy beard against my rear then his tongue flick at the sensitive rim of my anus. I shuddered and gasped again in amazement! Sparks of sensation shuddered through my switched-on body. Fuck my wife, I thought, she never did anything like this to me! Behind me, I felt Peter silently rise then slip the bulging tip of his big cockhead between my fleshy cheeks. He pressed against my pucker. Almost panting, head down, I waited. Come on, I thought, I'm more than ready! "Do you remember last weekend?" "Oh, yeah," I breathed. "Really well." "Want it again?" "Oh, yes! Been waiting." Felt him push. "Why didn't you come over? I said the boys could have you if you ever came over. They were keen to tag team." "Didn't want to … oof! … seem too eager or desperate." "Why not? You're our slut now, and if you can take it, we'll fuck you every day." "I can take it. I can take it." "Right, then. Just get you lubed up first." He reached to the side. I heard a snap then felt cool smear at the entrance to my needy rectum. He pushed a finger in and I jerked and let out a gasp. Then his finger was replaced by something bigger, something huge trying to invade my body. I felt his legs against mine then felt myself begin to take the tip of his hard cock. Resistance is useless, I told my body. Just take it. Despite the excitement I tried to relax. I blew out as he pushed slowly and let it happen. I just opened up for him as if my body already knew what to do. Like before, I felt little pain. Instead, a marvellous full sensation filled my body and mind as his thick cock stretched my rectum. I felt him push slowly into me. I couldn't help it. "Oh, fuck yes," escaped my trembling lips. I felt myself dilate further. The fat invader slid in and in until his hips butted against my butt. I was now panting heavily. My own cock remained rigid, parallel to my stomach, constantly jerking. My butt was filled with so much cock I thought my guts might churn. I could not help gripping it firmly with my rear muscles as I waited for him to begin the lovely friction. I felt Peter edge back but not quite out, then very slowly push in again. "Not all the way in yet but we'll get there." Not all the way? How could he possibly stuff any more inside me? I felt him push harder until something gave way and he popped in even further. His hips slammed against my butt and I felt absolutely stuffed by his enormous cock. It felt like a solid pole from which my body dangled. "Good man," he said and patted my rear. He leaned over my back, his heavy weight causing me to shake. He reached around and grasped my tight pulsing rod. He pushed and I collapsed onto my stomach. His legs parted mine. He released me, placed his hands beneath my arms, pulled back then shoved his huge cock in again. I wuffed as he knocked my breath out. Back then in. I could feel every inch slide in and out. I lay with my head on a pillow and wallowed with each thrust as he proceeded to fuck my arse with strong strokes. I loved it! The amazing feelings lept like lightening from my arse through my body causing me to grunt with each of his powerful jabs. Little orgasms began to erupt, one after the other and it became difficult to breathe. How could this get any better? "How's that, slut? I see you remembered what I taught you. I can feel you clenching your arse nicely. I bet I've got you cumming, too." "Oh, I'm cumming alright." Not even trying, I hoped I was automatically giving him as much pleasure as he gave me. "You feel better than Maria," he announced as he more rapidly slammed into me. "I've been banging her for two years. She's eager for it, and she loves anal and threesomes. Have to arrange something with you, but you'll have to play the role of a cuckold and service us. She'll want to see me do this to you. That's what she likes." Sounded like complete bullshit but I was in no position to disagree. Without slackening his pace, Peter said, "Listen, slut, have to warn you about the others. They can get rough and there's a twist." "Ug! A … twist. What's … ug! …that?" "You'll see." "Where are … oof! … Roger and Flynn?" "They're at a mate's. Probably fucking him." A noise diverted my attention. "Hey, Pete!" someone called. "You started without us. And who's this?" Fuck! Embarrassment flashed through me, but there was nothing I could do. Without slowing, Peter said, "Our new fucktoy. This is Ben. We get to bang him tonight." "Cool. I see you've already started doing that." "Ben, this is Trev." A medium size bald man with very dark skin hovered at the edge of the bed. "Hey, Ben," he said. He was already unbuttoning his black shirt. Peter said, "That's Frank, and that one is Stacey, Frank's wicked daughter." I managed to croak, "Hey. Nice, uh, to meet you." I swallowed embarrassment. Here I was, naked, on my stomach on a huge bed being fucked in my nearly virgin arse by another man in front of strangers. I had thought tonight might be men only, but shit, a girl, too. Daughter? Oh, wow. What have I stumbled into? Peter apparently had frequent sex with his own sons, and they with each other, and he knew someone else who maybe did the same. The man definitely had interesting friends. When Peter lifted off my back and pulled out, I released a huge breath, levered myself up onto my hands and knees, turned around and nodded at everyone. A meek, "Hi" squeaked from my dry lips. Peter said, "Ben, here, is our fucktoy for the night. Caught him [banned word] on me boys in the back yard last weekend and invited him to join. He now loves bareback man sex, don't you pig? He is still pretty much a virgin, so tonight we can teach him how to be a good cumdump." Trev, the black man, had almost finished undressing. "Can't wait, man." Medium height and age, his hairless body sported muscles from obvious workouts. He took his hairless soft cock in hand and began to jerk. I watched it quickly inflate from small to large, an amazing transformation. Shorter Frank, maybe around my age, excitedly hopped from foot to foot as he stripped. He stared at my wilting penis and literally licked his lips. Stacey removed her t-shirt revealing modest braless pointed breasts with small nipples. A dragon tattoo fired on her left side. Clearly young, I could not discern her age and feared she wasn't legal, maybe 16 or so. Stacey sported a definite gothic look with short black hair, thick dark eye makeup, black lips and fingernails. In a husky voice, she said, "He looks good enough to fuck tonight." She did not undress further but kept on the short leather skirt, red fishnets and tall black boots encrusted with silver buckles and laces. She sat on the lounge like a queen and crossed her knees. Peter stood next to her. Smiling, she began to stroke his still hard cock before erotically taking it into her mouth. Despite licking him, she never took her dark eyes off me. Trevor stepped up to the side of the bed and presented his penis to my flushed face. "Come on, boy, get this thing up so I can bang your white arse." I took hold and pulled it into my eager mouth. He looked over at Peter and Stacey and winked. "Can't wait!" Frank said again. "Here, give us your dick." Frank hopped over to Trevor who took Frank's excited penis into his hand. I noticed a gold wedding band. "When do you have to leave?" Peter said. His hand smoothed Stacey's short hair while she worked his re-stiffening cock. "I only have an hour. My hubby's at metal-sculpting, and I know he is screwing the teacher after class so it could be longer." "How do you know he's doing that?" Trev laughed. "Because I screw the teacher, too, and he told me." "Can't wait!" Frank bellowed again. He lept onto the bed. He pulled at my hips. Somehow I managed to keep Trevor's hardening dick in my working mouth while Frank probed my butt with his eager waggling dong. "Got it!" he shouted. I felt him suddenly jam up my gaping arse. I gasped, "Fuck!". I was thankful he wasn't as big as Peter but he made up for it in enthusiasm. The man began to root furiously. I grunted around a mouthful of tasty throbbing penis and had to admit to myself I really did love having a cock fucking up back there. Even his digging fingers felt great. And having another on which to suck at the same time brought heaven on Earth. "Shit, man," I heard Stacey say. "Are you that hard up?" Frank said, "I'm that hard! I haven't had it since I fucked you and your boyfriend last Tuesday. Shit, he's slick but tight." "Still a virgin," I heard Peter say. I was sucking a man while another rapidly fucked me. All I needed now was someone else to play with me at the same time. My dick felt hard enough to explode, and the frantic rubbing inside my arse just promoted all those lovely little prostate zaplettes, one after another. It became difficult to breathe through my nose as my body trembled and shook from Frank's pummelling and my nervous system's attempts at mini-orgasms. For a moment I lost it. Trevor snapped, "Hey, dude, I'm almost there." I lunged and sucked his ultra-hard cock back into my mouth so deep I almost gagged. I had heard about swallowing, so I tried to do that. It felt absolutely weird and I just gagged. I said, "Sorry, man," then sucked so hard he laughed. I craned my head and saw Stacey still gently stroking Peter's hard-again cock and watching my face with amusement. Frank suddenly yelled something and shoved so hard that Trevor's cock almost did go down my throat. I coughed loudly. Arms whirling, he stumbled back from the edge of the bed. I held my ground while feeling Frank's pulses shoot warmth into the bowels of my quivering body. Just, wow, even more amazing than I remembered last weekend. I loved the strong throbbing sensations so much I almost came myself. When Frank pulled away I actually gasped. I suddenly felt very empty back there. "Come on," I said almost panting. "More. I can take more." I turned so I could see everyone. Trevor pushed Frank off the bed and immediately raced behind me. He roughly parted my arse cheeks and I felt him probe. When he found the right spot, he shoved hard, almost knocking me down. He grabbed my hips and began to stroke himself in and out rapidly, using my anus like a tight fist. He didn't say a word but breathed heavily. My entire body was forced to sway in time to his powerful pelvic thrusts. I tried to fuck back but he simply pulled and pushed my hips. "Oh, fuckin' yes!" Frank turned to Stacey. "Come on, bitch, I'm ready." Still holding smiling Peter's stiff cock, she casually replied, "No bastard sticks it up my sissy cunt without permission. Not even you, Daddy." "But I'm your father. That gives me permission." "Not at all, twink, Remember: I was the one who seduced you." she commented with a naughty smile. "Oh, I remember alright. Five years ago, wasn't it?" "Six," she said. "I'm not in the mood tonight to bottom for you." She released Peter, stood tall, and swayed over to the bed. I could not see her but I felt her weight next to Trevor. Then I heard the unmistakable sounds of kissing and humming and tonguing. Trevor slowed briefly but then sped up again. I had gone slightly soft but the slapping of his thighs against my rump and the feeling of his big cock shovelling in and out caused me to stiffen again. I felt a hand a hand on my aching cock. Relief! I glanced down and saw it was black nailed Stacey's hand. She was fondling me at the same time as pleasuring Trevor. Her fingers felt divine as she began to rub and stroke. Frank climbed onto the bed on his knees and shoved his cock at my face. I opened and took it in. The bed rocked even more as Peter knee-walked behind thrusting Trevor. "Ready for it, Trev?" he announced. "About time you old [banned word]." "Who you calling a [banned word]?" "You are and you know it, old [banned word] fart." Trevor paused. "Oh, yeah," I heard. "You know I love being the meat in a man sandwich." I remember Peter saying it turned him on when he could fuck a man who was already fucking another man. "Great arse," I heard Peter say. "Nice and round and tight." I was suddenly shoved onto my stomach. My legs and arms shot out and I cried in surprise. Peter had jammed himself into Trevor and was fucking hard enough to push us all down. Stacey fell onto the bed next to me. I felt her firm breasts press against my body and her breath on my ear. I felt Trevor's cock forced in and out by Peter's savage thrusting. Stacey's teeth slid on my earlobe and then her lips and tongue wet my face as I was bounced on the bed. "Just wait," she whispered, "until I get to you." I twisted my head. Her eager dark rimmed light blue eyes loomed before she began to kiss me. Two kisses then her tongue flicked. I couldn't believe it. I was being fucked by one man while another fucked him. A young girl was kissing me while pressing her half naked body against mine, and her father was wanking himself next to my head, too. I began to pant heavily. The strong sensations rose in my arse and suddenly exploded through my body. Lightening cracked. The sky split. Thunder roiled. I yelled. My cock did not shoot but it felt as if everything else did. Stacey stuck her tongue between my lips as her lips mauled. Peter yelled, "You fuckin' did it, mate!" "Yeah!" Trevor called. "I can feel you cummin'. And I am, too! Oh yeah!" At the same time Peter unloaded into Trevor, Trev blasted into me. "It just turns me on too much when someone else participates at the same time." Trevor and Peter pulled away and stepped off the bed. I caught a glimpse of Trevor's swollen wet and dripping cock. I had had that up my rear! I felt wet drip down my leg. He and Frank must have filled me pretty good. Stacey rolled away and off the bed. She went back to Peter, knelt, and took his spermy cock into her mouth. I could hear the slurping. "Good, girl," he said. "About time!" Frank slid straight back into my rectum and began to root quickly. I could hardly feel his smaller cock. He slapped my bum and complained, "He's not tight any more. Too stretched by you big boys." I clamped hard and Frank yelped. "Oh, yeah, that's better." He fucked on for several minutes until he finally began to "Ha…ha…ha…ha…" and jammed himself against me. I could feel him squirt several times before pulling away. I rolled over onto my back and gestured to Frank. "My turn?" He just looked at me and laughed. "Can't, mate. I'm shot and I gotta go and can't have a leaky arse." I watched Trevor and Frank begin to dress. "Too bad," Peter said. "No seconds tonight." "Well," I called, "could I fuck anyone else here?" Laughing, Frank and Trevor both left quickly. This was it? I thought. I mean, the group experience felt terrific and I was already craving another dick, but that's it? Quick fucks and everyone is gone in half an hour? "I have my car," Stacey announced. "Tell you what," she said to Peter, "I'm horny as a raging goat. How about I fuck him and then spend the night keeping you awake?" Peter grinned and nodded. "Sounds like a good plan." "Right," she said rubbing her hands together. "First, I'll just make sure you're ready for me." She crawled onto the bed, leaned down and sucked my dick into her impatient mouth. I caressed her short hair then smooth back as her head bobbed and she licked and sucked me to further hardness. It didn't take much. She sat up and gazed down at my smiling face. "Okay, boy, here we go. Hope you're ready." She balanced on her knees, reached behind, unzipped her leather skirt, unwrapped it and tossed it to the side. There before my astonished and delighted face proudly stood a very beautiful, very hard, very ready penis. A brilliant cock supported by two large tight testicles. It stood up for me as if begging. I looked up and she smirked. "Didn't expect that, did you?" Peter laughed, too. "Remember the house rule, slut. Have fun with him." He turned and left the room. Stacey pushed me onto my back and crawled over my body. "Are you a she or a he?" I blurted. "Either," Stacey said. "I prefer she, but I'm half and half. Sometimes I'm taken as a boy cross-dresser and other times a trans. Either way is fine. These boobs are natural but I have a boy's hips. I like to dress and act female sometimes, and male other times. Tonight you got Stacey instead of Stan. But what matters to me most is fucking." She parted my legs with hers, dropped her hips and pressed that amazing cock against me. My legs instinctively wrapped around her thrusting rear. In seconds she had fully embedded herself. Her Goldilocks cock was just right: not too big, not too small, just right. It filled me like no other. She lay down on my body, making sure her nipples and firm breasts pressed against mine. Her smirking face stared down at my astonishment. "How's that feel?" My hands slid down her back. "Um, simply amazing. You feel terrific." "Of course I do!" After another kiss, I felt her begin to move. Out then in, out then in, slowly at first then faster and faster until she was literally pummelling my body. Laughing, she held herself up with her harms and fucked even harder. I slipped my hands down to her tight round butt and held on as she fucked me with wave-like motions. The raw sexual sensations became even more amazing. It didn't take long, maybe only a few minutes, but it felt almost like forever. When it happened her eyes widened, she yelled loudly, "Fuck, I'm filling you!" I felt her magic cock spurt and spurt and spurt. She did not stop shoving the entire time, she just kept at it even after finishing. "Feels fucking great. Going to do it again." She stayed amazingly hard and continued to use my body for her enormous pleasure. It was as if the strong orgasm had not diminished her desire but instead renewed and increased it. This time her thrusts became stronger, more powerful, insistent, demanding. I lay beneath her body and revelled at my great fortune. After she came very loudly a second time, she withdrew, squatted while still hard, and regarded me with a tipped head. Her hand slipped up and down my own stiff, aching shaft. "I could keep going but I think you need something. I want to give it to you. You have permission. We'll do it bareback. I never rubber up. And do not pull out." I would have been happy if she wanted to keep doing me but instead, she straddled my hips and lowered her thin hot body. My aching cock sunk deep into her trembling body. Eyes closed in rapture, she then rose and fell, fucking me at her own pace. I watched her face twist as her pleasure mounted. When I tried to move my hips, she mashed down on me and shook her pretty head. Five minutes later she lay full on my body, grabbed my arms and rolled us until I was on top. Her legs tightened together, capturing my prong. She shoved up, encouraging me to fuck her. Which, of course, I did. I held her thin body and shoved myself hard and deep, over and over and over, until I felt that wonderful tingling in my legs then balls then dick. Just as I was about to cum, she cried, "Wait!" she and pushed me off. The nearly nude half-girl scampered off the bed and hopped up on the pool table. With a wicked smile she crooked her finger at me and parted her booted legs wide. Her amazing cock remained standing and wet and wanting. I crawled off the bed and stood before her. She reached, grabbed my dick, and roughly pulled me against the solid table. She levered my hard knob beneath her ballsac, reached around and pulled at my arse. She scooted forward and I pushed until I was once again engulfed in warm, tight heaven. She kissed me and began to move and pant immediately. Her legs rose and encircled my waist, tugging me deep. Then she slowly lay back onto the table. Her arms flailed and pool balls clicked, snapped and rolled. One sunk. "Come on. Do me. I need it. Shoot your hot jizz into me." I reached for her breasts – they felt soft and natural – leaned down and tongue-flicked an erect nipple. She squirmed and began to hunch me. She smacked her palms against my head and glared up at me. Through gritted teeth, she hissed, "Come on! Fuck that load into me!" I pushed hard. I rooted fiercely. I jammed as deep into her as I could, almost at machine-gun pace. My breaths deepened. I panted heavily. I was incredibly turned on. I went at it for minute after minute while she twisted and moaned. Soon that incredible electric feeling shot through my body, from my groin down my legs and out through my arms. Just as I began to pulse I felt her wonderful cock, wedged between our heaving stomachs, spurt again, showering us with sticky magic spunk. She squirmed, yelled something, gritted her teeth and continued to fuck me with increased savage power. "Give it to me! Give it to me! Give it to me!" That was it. My body tensed, electrified further, and I let loose with a blood-curdling banshee scream. I pushed very hard, jammed myself into her as far as I could and let loose. My triumphant cock blasted. Uncontrollable powerful spasms ruled the universe as she grabbed my head and thrust her tongue deep. Her entire youthful body writhed as she took in shot after shot of my horny juice. I could feel her own cock and anus respond and pulse, too, adding more glue to our wanton union. When she let go, I pushed up, panted heavily, and began to laugh. She laughed, too. "Wow, I really felt that. How ya doing?" "Pretty damn good," I puffed. "You came and you're still hard." "Sure am." "You can stay like this and keep on going?" "I don't go down until I'm done. I can cum, keep going, and cum again. Each time just pushes me onto the next. I can do it for hours." "Dinkum?" "True blue." "Krikey." We stopped moving and laughed together at the stupid comments. She slapped my arm. "I can keep doing this all night but you look exhausted. You certainly came hard and long. It felt fuckin' great, let me tell you. I loved it." On a whim I said, "How old are you?" "Same age as Flynn." That would make her nineteen. That meant she seduced her father when she was thirteen. That meant she was more than thirty years younger than myself and had more than forty years between herself and Peter. I wondered what her amazing life had been like. What was it like growing up? When did she start having sex? She seduced her father? How? When did she decide she was female or had she always been like that? What he really a cross-dresser or a she transperson? So many stupid questions! None of them mattered. Only the feelings, the urges, the craving for more raw sex. I pushed up and off and pulled out. She levered herself up, laughed, and flicked my wet bouncing cock. "Cool. Oops, don't want to mess the felt." She swung a booted fishnetted leg around and spritely hopped off the table. "Listen, you're cool. I like the way you feel. How about we do this again, just us, okay?" Her finger trailed down my sticky chest. "I can fuck you for a whole afternoon, and I'll give you permission again. What do you say?" How could I refuse an angel? "Let me know when and where and I'm yours." Peter came back into the room with a beer. Stacey pecked my cheek and hopped over to him. "Hey, there." She sidled up against the burly bearded man who wore only a singlet. Her hand fondled his penis as she kissed his cheek. Hers still stuck up strong. "You wanna fuck?" Shocked, I said, "What are you doing?" She smiled at me. "He has permission. Besides, house rule. I'll have his boys later after they get home, too. We'll have an all-nighter." Oh, yes, I thought. The house rule: not allowed to say no to sex. "What about your boyfriend?" "Oh, fuck no. Dushan's a one-shot wonder. So is Dad, but you somehow got two out of him tonight, so you did well." I shook my head in amazement and slight jealousy. Peter gets to fuck with an energetic, demanding teen who can go at it the entire night. I forced my heart calm. He motioned to me. "Get yourself cleaned up and mosey on home. I'll let you know when I've arranged the threesome with Maria." "Maria?" Stacey said in mock astonishment. "You still banging that neglected nymphomaniac housewife?" "We're down to once a week." Peter wrapped a big arm around her shoulders, bent his head, and kissed the, um, delightful girl who had just filled my arse. Gob-smacked was the least of my problems. I could seriously get to like her and knew that would be a very stupid move. I sat on the toilet and felt a large amount of fluid drip. I cleaned and dressed. I heard giggling noises and laughter and creaking from Peter's doorless bedroom. I tiptoed through the family room and peeked. Her smaller body lay on top of him. His hands held her undulating rump. His legs hooked over her shoulders as she strongly fucked into his wicked arse. She suddenly let loose a loud orgasmic shout and, "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" I watched her whole body spasm. She turned her head, smiled at me, and continued to fuck him. I grinned, nodded and waved. I knew I could have joined them – house rule – but instead I left. As I staggered back home, my legs trembled. I felt weak but my heart continued to beat strongly. And my empty anus, well, I needed another cock back up there as soon as I could arrange it. I knew I would crave that full feeling forevermore. I found my wife still spread out on the couch. I paused and gazed down at her. Why did she have to be such a prude? She had given up on the most wonderful thing in the universe: sex. But that had driven me onto something greater and much more spiritually fulfilling, not to mention physically. Sex with men was definitely far better and much purer. She woke and looked up. "Did you have fun?" I chuckled. "Yeah, I did." "How was the game?" "Invigorating," I said. "Energetic. More than I expected. Bit of a surprise, too." "Lots of sticking on that pool table?" "That, too." She looked up at me and actually smiled. "As I said before, it is always good to have a hobby. One needs pleasure in one's life." Guilt washed my soul for a moment before I told it who was boss. My wife winked at me and smiled. And I wondered. ### July 2021 by Hozzel. Authors notes: I was not sure which part of Breeding Zone this should should be posted, so I posted it in the same area as part 1. This is an original work of fiction. The characters are all invented but the story stems from a real experience related to me many years ago by a spunky online friend from Sydney. We used to exchange scalding hot emails, and had a great deal of fun describing what we would do to each other. He had gotten off on my Mistress J and mansex stories, and he gave me permission to use his real all-male gangbang experience in a story. He described himself as a multi-cummer who loved being restrained and fucked for an hour solid by his top buddy and his buddy's mates. As he travelled cross-country for work, we agreed to get together when he was in my state. He promised to fill my virgin arse with many loads and I promised he could bottom for me, too. Sadly, he passed away from asbestosis before the fun-filled hookup could happen. This one's for you, mate. It would have been one hot afternoon. I would love to hear your thoughts about part III. What would you like? What will happen? If you liked this scene, if it turned you on, especially if it caused a hard throbbing wet response, I would positively love to hear from you! Always up for email fun, too. Ping me at my pseudonym, athenamorgansbox at gmail dot com.
  16. I didn’t mean to cheat on my husband. It was just a weird set of circumstances that led me to it; I dropped my car off for its annual service, the garage sent a driver to get me to work and said they would clean and deliver my car back later that afternoon. And then the call, “sorry, we need a part and not expecting it to arrive until tomorrow, unfortunately all of our courtesy cars are being used so I have no back up car to offer you at this time.” “No problem” I replied “I can get a lift.” A quick call to my husband revealed he had Head Office meetings and would be late home, “Get a taxi you cheap skate.” Rather than a taxi…I thought the bus station is just around the corner from work plus the bus stops close to home so that will do nicely. I hadn’t been to a bus station in decades but my mind was racing back to my formative gay teen years sucking cock through glory holes in public toilets. I have time, I’ll just have a quick look and check out if they are still here, fully expecting to finding them all gone. Wow what a throw back, the smell of stale piss hit me as I entered the empty toilet block. Six cubicles to the right and at a right angle a long stained stainless-steel trough. I was both nervous and excited as hell as I checked out the cubicles. Plenty of graffiti, mobile numbers, hook up details, piss and cum splashes on the sticky floor and huge glory holes in all but two traps. Fresh cum streaks down the walls let me know they were still active, very active. My cock instantly stirred in my pants, swelling nicely to half hard…and then I heard the outer door open so quickly ducked to the trough pretending to piss as my now raging hard on prevented any chance of urinating. The young lad – a student I guess with black hair, thin wispy beard stood close to me, unzipped and just stood there. I couldn’t hear his piss hitting the steel, so after a while I looked right, eyes down to check him out…fuck! He was slowly jacking a huge cock, thick and long, very long, big black cock long. I involuntarily licked my lips. He picked up on my action and smiled, gestured with a nod of his head to go to the cubicles, my mind was already racing as my cock led me forwards to some long-suppressed paradise as I went into one and he entered the adjacent one. Closing the door, unbuttoning my suit trousers, then sitting, legs spread, stroking my now extremely hard dick I heard the door of the other cubicle close, followed by the sounds of a coat being hung up, he turned to face me letting me watch him wriggle out of his jeans and then rub his leaking cock full to bursting out of his brilliant white briefs that were straining to contain the growing monster trapped within the fabric. He moved forwards allowing me full view of his now naked hardness. After a moment of watching his cock rise, two of my fingers went through the glory hole, an age old obvious invitation, I am both nervous yet increasingly unable to contain my excitement. As I withdrew my fingers his cock came through, the thick head could barely fit through the hole... But made its way in as it entered into my stall. Slowly, more and more of it came through until all 9-10 inches were now through and pointing straight up. I licked my lips again as I kept stroking my cock transfixed by the pulsing and straining cock expectantly poked through a hole in the wall. I began stroking my painfully hard erection, almost losing control and getting off just from the reality of playing with another man’s cock rather than my partners or my own. My breathing was growing louder and faster in rhythm with my pumping fist, lost in the magic of our rigid cocks. Fuck I wanted his cock sooooooooo bad but I felt like the genie in the bottle, once I start giving this stranger a blow job there will be no going back. I held on just watching, fuck it looked beautiful, twitching with each heartbeat and with each throb a clear bead of pre-cum was pumped out the piss slit. There was so much, I watched hypnotised, as it run down the shaft and along the bulging length long cum tube like a mini river of fluid and just as it reached the base of his cock, almost ready to soak into the wood I instinctively leant forwards, stuck out my tongue and lapped it up. The Genie was released, no going back now! My tongue running up the underside of this magnificent cock scooping up all the pre-cum I could get, digging in to his piss slit and then swirling around the rubbery corona then back down making love to the velvety skin and that magnificent cum tube. His loud moans indicating I was doing something right! I pulled off, the heat and musk combined into a heady aphrodisiac that drove me onwards. I told myself that I would only just take it in my mouth for a short while, I wasn't going to do anything else, just enjoy sucking on this huge cock until my jaw ached…which by the size of it would not take long. As my lips engulfed the hard dick, another moan came from the lad on the other side of the stall. Hearing that moan really set something off in my head I became curious to see if I could fit all of it in my mouth and I could tell he was getting impatient as the hole was just wide enough for him to begin thrusting deeper in my mouth. I was getting off on this lad moaning because of what I was doing to him and his huge cock. He loved how my mouth felt around his cock head. His thrashing increased and with copious amounts of precum flowing his whole cock suddenly popped fully down my throat, cutting off my air supply. I panicked, gagged and had to ease back. Tears and snot ran down my face but I soon dove back down, now enjoying having my throat raped as it pulsed all around his shaft. The lad began moaning louder. "Fuck.... Uhhh... Yeeeerrrrrr……aaaahhh….YESSSSSSSSSS!!" After a moment or two, he stood back, breaking the contact and his cock, like some snake disappeared backwards leaving me crestfallen. Had I done something wrong? No! His fingers now beckoned. My cock was ready, no reason to hesitate, I stood put it against his fingers, and he is now lightly tugging and stroking me with those fingers. My cock disappeared through the hole as he tugged it in his side and a warm wetness took over me so completely I was lost momentarily at how good it felt. My willing and hopeful cock twitched and pumped out precum with sensations that were new yet oh so familiar, the pleasure kept rising as I sank deeper into this stranger's mouth, utterly lost in his willing cock sucking and my need to shoot. The lad was a natural, his skills belying his age and done with such loving care that I just want more! Only he pulls off leaving my pelvis pressed up hard against the partition my cock jumping, precum dribbling. I hear a loud grunt, then, “damn…Oh fuck yeah!” Then his hand wraps around my dick and pumps it a few times…and yet whilst I’m enjoying the attention I swear I hear, “Umm, umfff, Ahhh” from the other side of the partition each time his hand moves down my shaft. Lucky for me his mouth soon engulfs my cock again it feels as if he is powerfully thrust forwards, rocks back then forward again. My thought train is momentarily thrown...was that another man’s grunting I then heard? Then I know I hear a regular thump, thump, thump…wft is that? My mind is racing now; I hear a similar sound as my balls rock against the wall then the lad is pushed deep onto my dick deep throating me…fuck I won’t last much longer especially as in my mind “my” cocksucker is being fucked through the gloryhole the other side of him. Images flashed through my mind of this dirty cumdump, a diseased cumdump, taking all loads, getting Pozzed up. Fuck where did that thought spring from? I don’t know but at the thought of it my cock felt super hard, like it would explode, I felt my balls tingle and bang they draw up, no stopping NOW! Words tumble out of my mouth in a pleasure driven random order, “fuck yeah...good...fuck..ing hot...cock sucker...fuck...yes. ..no, stop...fuc…king great.” I was completely overcome from his tongue and mouth actions. An explosive long orgasm, harder than I can ever remember, 5, 6 no 7 long spurts blast down his gulping throat as I just kept cumming and he kept on sucking my cock without easing up, his swallowing of my baby batter just part of the intense connection between us. This was the best head I had ever received. It wasn't just his talented mouth, it was the entire experience. I couldn’t believe it, normally after cumming my cock is so sensitive but here in this situation I was still hard as the lad continued nursing my rock-hard cock slurping every last drop of cum from my piss slit until eventually it shrivelled from 7 to a limp 3 inches. I pulled my cock back through the hole sat down, slightly dizzy from my massive ejaculation. I wiped myself clean not wanting to leave any tell-tale snail trial in my underwear and, as I sat there I could see movement still happening in the cubicle next door. I stooped down to peer through the hole to see “my” lad backed up on the partition wall of the adjoining stall, bent forwards smiling at me as I clearly saw a pair of legs pressed up against that wall see-sawing away in hard jabbing motions making sure my lad was receiving a good fucking. I don’t know why, but all I thought of was him getting bred filled with a diseased cum load knocking him up before my eyes. There was a loud grunt, then “Take it!” as the legs thrust forwards…in that same moment “my” cocksucker’s cock cum tube expanded as cum erupted in an explosive series of spurts splattering against the wall before running down the wall and pooling on the floor. I couldn’t help but reach down smear my fingers through his cum and take a taste, I then zipped up and got out to join the bus queue. A short while later “my” boy came up to me, said “That was fun, here’s my number, call me” as he pushed a scrap of paper and kissed me in front of everyone and walked off into the distance. On the bus home I read his note, Aaron and a mobile number was all it had written down…I punched his name and number in my phone… I didn’t go back to the public toilets for over a week, half frightened of how far I might go if temptation presented itself and half expecting, no waiting to see if I broke out in some type of visible infection. Guilt makes you do funny things. To be continued ?
  17. I've been getting a lot of this lately - a Top decides he wants to fuck me, makes like he wants it, "Yeah, buddy, that pussy is all mine" etc., puts my body in position, fingers me up, checks if I'm wet, "Oh, man, that's a good wet boy cunt" etc., spreads my ass, lines up his hips, and... Limp noodle. Soft sausage. I mean, what? Now, to be sure, recently I've been servicing a more mature clientele, so I don't expect the raging steel rods of 20-somethings every time. I'm definitely not judging; I've been blessed in that at 50 years old I can still get it up, which is, when you think about it, actually wasted on a total bottom. But back in the early days when I did occasionally return the favor, I could tell instantly whether I was hard enough to penetrate an asshole, and when I wasn't. For guys who routinely Top, how can they not know? Also, how the fuck can they miss? What's with all this poking around? If you're 18 and a virgin, maybe, but how hard can it be to locate the hole with your finger, line the tip of your cock up with your fingertip, and slide it in? Yet over and over again, I get these guys jabbing me repeatedly over or under the target. This boggles me because all they have to do is look down and my fuckhole is right there. What do I need to do, get a target tattoo around my anus? I mean, it's not completely out of the question, but I'd rather do something more aesthetically clever. And then if they do manage to hit the spot, sometimes they'll ask, "Is it in?" What? You can't tell if it's in my ass? (Hint: If your cock is in my ass, you'll by God know it, because you'll think you've died and gone to Heaven. I'll make sure of that.) I absolutely don't mean to sound ungrateful. I'm grateful for every single cock that even tries to fuck my tight hole, and I'm willing to take responsibility for possibility that I might be part of the problem - my ass has always been particularly tight, and I don't do a lot of stretching. I've never been fisted (though I've always been tempted to try), never played with huge dildos, that sort of thing. I sometimes slowly open myself up with an anal speculum, but I've always been kind of proud of the way I can milk a cock with my ass, and enjoy the pleasure Tops seem to get when they fuck me, so I haven't wanted to compromise that. I guess it's possible that the result has been that I've made the door to paradise a little hard to get into. Maybe? But I do know that some damn huge visitors have pushed their way in like a rhinoceros walking through a Japanese rice paper door (and left nice presents). So I don't know. I do my best to work with everybody. I spend oral time trying to stiffen them up, I assume all kinds of positions, I use my own hand to line them up, but the bottom line is that if a cock isn't at least hard to a certain point, penetration ain't happening, and even if you do somehow stuff it in there, you're not going to be doing any thrusting. So explain to me why some Tops try to do it anyway. Wishful thinking? No access to Viagra? Is it just a case of now that they have actually scored some fantastic ass they're not sure what to do with it? The thing is, I know that it's no good asking all you Tops to tell me what I need to do, because the answer is going to be different for every single Top. For some of you, it will help if I act more helpless; for others, if I act more aggressive; for some if I go down on you, for others if I finger myself; some will get hard if I growl in your ear, others if I whimper; some need their nipples sucked, some need them bitten. Whatever. It's all good. Just know that it's okay if the plumbing doesn't work right then. I'd rather you didn't try to force the issue if you know it's not going to work, because it just sets us both up to be disappointed. Just because you're not quite ready to breed me at that moment doesn't mean you can't Top me in so many other ways. Your masculinity is what turns me into your bitch in heat, so spend some extra time showing me who's Top and why you like my body, and spend some time telling me how you like me to pleasure yours. Before you know it, there won't be any need for wishful thinking.
  18. ErosWired

    Down to a Science

    There's a difference between being fucked and being bred. If you're a bottom, you know what I'm talking about - you know when a man is breeding you, and you know when a man is just fucking you. The question is, how do you know? How about the way he acts? Oh, no, that's not the way; And you're not listenin' to all I sa - wait a minute, that's Cher... I mean, part of it is the way he acts, the subtle shift in tone of his voice, the difference in the position and firmness of his grip, the angle of his hips when he mounts you - I'll never forget one anonymous guy at camp who got up behind me without a word, and even though I couldn't see him in the dark, I could tell the exact position of his body, the same position taken by male animals in the wild for pure reproduction. It became a purely instinctual act of two creatures, and he reached forward and gripped me by the back of the neck as his cock pulsed his seed deep inside me. When he had finished, he pulled up his shorts, and paused to look at me long enough for me to just make out his silhouette and the gleam of his eyes in the night. Then he was gone. Ironically, a comment like "I'm gonna breed your ass, bitch." is not necessarily a prelude to a breeding. It's probably a reliable prelude to a pretty solid fucking, but actual breeding requires a mindset on the part of both the Top and the bottom - although the bottom's mindset is optional (his asset is not). The Top must think of, and by diverse means, convey, that he has Power and is about to convey some essence of that power into the body of the bottom. The Top-As-Breeder must demonstrate that he is in control of the whole setting, that he has intent, that he is going to achieve his goal no matter what, and that he is equipped for the task at hand. When I say "equipped", I know what you're thinking. And you're not wrong. But the last time a man bred me, he was the most consummate breeder I ever encountered. He had it down to a science. This man arrived at the door of my cabin to look at some gear we had talked about earlier. There had been no discussion of hooking up. He carried with him a small bag, but I didn't pay any attention to it. After I offered him something to drink, we looked over the gear, then he commented, "Nice cabin. Is the bed over there?" It was; I showed him. He said, "If you don't mind, I'd like to fuck you." Well, then. After he got me naked on the bed, he opened the small bag he carried, and brought out a small anal lube shooter (legislation should be passed requiring every Top to carry one of these, loaded for insertion) and a small triangular pillow made of foam, covered in blue cloth. "I custom-made this for breeding," he said of the pillow. "It elevates your ass to exactly the right height and tilts your hips to just the right angle for me. Raise up." Height - angle - he must have taken measurements, because true to his word, he had me precisely where he wanted me for the deepest conceivable penetration, the smoothest, longest strokes, the most varied positioning of my legs, the greatest exposure of my hole, my cock and balls, and view of my face. He took his time about it, too, and when he finally unloaded inside me, packed his kit and left, my legs wouldn't stop shaking and my anus kept clenching. After my door closed behind him, I realized he must have intended to breed me from the first time he saw me earlier in the day. He had set his sights, moved on me without hesitation, taken complete control, and bred me like I belonged to him. Hm...I wonder how hard it would be to make an adjustable foam pillow...
  19. What was your most embarrassing moment during sex? Mine was recently fucking a bud in a hotel room and our loud sex noises had people banging on the walls yelling “we can hear you!” Great sex but after we were done we left down the stairs with big smiles and left by a side door. LOL You?
  20. Haven’t been fucked since before the pandemic and now I’m fully vaxxed and ready to start taking loads again. Can’t host unfortunately. But I’m mobile and I’m also up for hooking up outdoors when the weather is nice
  21. Hey. I'll be going to the LA Cumunion sex party this week. If you have any recommendations or advise on how to enjoy it, or if you've been there, please share your experience PS: Pics included for attention
  22. When it Raynes it Pours By Hozzel "Ben, Ben, you'll never guess what I did today!" Almost to his apartment, Ben Ramar was accosted yet again by Rainy Rayne. She darted across the street, dodging parked cars. One honked. He had almost made it to the worn steps when she scampered up and took hold of his arm. "I had four boys today! Four! It was great! I'd love to show you what we did." She hopped eagerly, tugged and almost pulled him over. Short, petite, today Rainy was barefoot and bare-legged beneath a black stretch mini. Only one button latched her light-blue denim jacket, just below her firm breasts. Her bleach-blonde hair, short on the sides and spiked on top, cascaded down her neck to the top of her back. Appearing to be a teenager, lines on her face and neck hinted her true age. "Rainy," Ben said, pulling his arm free, "I love your stories but I can't do anything with you. I'm married." He stepped up to the door, turned the rusty knob. "But, but –" she said, "– I know it'll be OK!" "Look," he turned to her. "I haven't the faintest idea why you'd be interested in someone like me. I'm an ordinary guy. I could stand to lose a bit of weight. I'm married and I'm maybe ten, fifteen years older than you." Rainy was always telling Ben who she had sex with, what they did, how it felt, and especially how much she wanted him. She was an enthusiastic, raging butterball of sex hormones that refused to stop. He just didn't get her. Sometimes he thought she was deranged or something but another part of him said she was simply a wild woman who had set her sights on him because he was unobtainable. He turned the doorknob again. It slid noisily in its collar. Rainy wuffed in right after him. "Rainy, please. Go." "Ben, she stays." What? Just inside, his wife Linda was tucked up on one of the big lounge chairs. She peeked above her glasses, set her black ebook reader down. Linda was so devastatingly beautiful Ben's heart ached when he gazed upon her: long black hair and green eyes, red lips, a voluptuous body with long legs to die between. But she had a stern attitude – no one messed with her – and he gave her as much of her way as possible. He even waited on her, did much of the cooking and cleaning. He pampered her and she just soaked up the attention. Unfortunately, despite his repeated loving attempts, they had not had any type of intimate activity in a long time. When he reached toward her, she was stone. When he said something nice, it bounced off her invisible force field. When he tried to gift her, she just silently accepted as if entitled. Still, however, he loved her and was not about to cheat on her, especially in front of her! So, now, he wondered, what the hell was up? Rainy squealed and jumped. "I really want to show you what I did with the boys today!" She tugged his arm again and hopped again. "No!" he said, shrugging her off. Rainy had never been this bold before. Their brief encounters had always occurred outside his flat. He felt extremely uncomfortable. His stomach was not in a good place. He said in a lower voice, "Are you crazy?" Linda stood, the chair creaked. As she strode across the carpet, her long legs swirled beneath a black and red velvet robe. From what he could see, she appeared to be naked beneath. That would be true Linda, too: 'Looketh but thou shalt never toucheth!' "Ben, I want you to fuck Rainy right here, right now." She pointed a tapered finger at him and narrowed her eyebrows. "Don't deny it, I know you've been secretly wanting to do that for a long time – " "No I haven't," he interjected. "– and I know she has it bad for you." Linda stood taller, placed fists on her hips, relaxed her face. "Heaven knows why. You're not exactly a great catch." She put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed hard. He winced. With gritted teeth, she said, "You better fuck her well, too." She turned. "I'll watch." "See! I told you it was ok. You just gotta have faith!" Rainy stepped close again, pressed her tiny body against his. She reached down, her fingers encircled his cock through pleated trousers. Despite his best efforts, he had already responded. Rainy laughed, "Oh goody!" "Cooperate, Ben. Do her, right here, right now, right in front of me." He could not believe it! This was his wife? "But –" Linda squeezed his shoulder painfully again. "Ow, shit!" "Just do her, Ben. I'm going to enjoy watching." She turned, robe swirled again. Her throne creaked when she sat. Like the Queen, Linda motioned with her hand. "Continue." Rainy popped the button on her jacket and tossed it aside. Ben was amazed a woman with such a small frame could hold boobs that large. Big, round, firm, they quivered invitingly. Her small nipples crinkled, needing to be sucked, areolas large and brown. He could not take his eyes off them to look at the rest of her. She unzipped and dug her left hand into his pants and began to squeeze and rub his guilty hard-on. "Oh, bloody hell," he said. "You just can't do this." "Yes I can," she said softly as she knelt down. "You have to, your wife said." She smirked and fished out her prize. He squirmed. She squealed. "I've gone to heaven and hit the jackpot. I knew it! Linda, you were right. He's gorgeous!" She stared as if Ben's cock had hypnotized her. She paused, tipped her head, then knelt further down. Rainy ran her tongue up from the stem to the tip, smiling with laughing eyes. He became hardest within seconds, pointing straight up, the tip nearly touching his navel. "Hmmm…oh boy! You're hung like a horse! I know some guys who'd kill for one like this. I knew you'd be worth it." She stretched her little mouth wide and quickly engulfed him. Beneath his stunned gaze, her head bobbed. Her hand held the base and her other hand was also busy doing something nice with my balls. "Told you," he heard Linda say. Ben had to admit it felt good. Better than good, actually. Rainy was clearly accomplished and her tongue seemed to know the right spots to make him quiver and jerk despite being seen by his wife. The nerves simply enhanced the pleasure. Soon she pulled back and said, "I love this. Do you like it? How does that feel? I did this with the boys today. It's great!" And down again. And up again. She looked up him. "Does that feel good?" She licked him. "I love it! This is so great! I've been wanting to do this for so long." Down again. Gulp, gulp, lick, lick, suck, suck. She looked up with laughing eyes while she worked. Eventually she pulled back, took a deep breath causing those lovely orbs to rise. While she unbuckled his belt, she said, "I'm such a slut! And I love it!" From behind, Linda said, "You are indeed, Rainy. I've seen you. You're a bad little sluthoney, a real cumbucket." "Sure am!" Rainy laughed and dropped his pants. He gawked at Linda. "You saw it?" "Ben, don't you dare turn away! Make her feel great." Rainy looked up with her blue eyes while she sucked. He thought again, This could not possibly be happening! and My wife really is kinky. and Why didn't I know? Rainy went into overdrive for a minute, mouthing him quickly as if she could not get enough. She pumped his cock with her small jewelled fist and sucked at the same time. Perfect. His knob grew taught and deep purple. His body jerked and shuddered. It wouldn't take much. Shortly she withdrew and stood, unhooked her skirt. She was naked underneath, too. Her hips were narrow, bony and her legs trim; she had coloured her thin pubic hair bright green. Grasping his cock again, she went back to sucking with even further unbridled enthusiasm. Privately, Ben admitted there is no substitute for an exuberant woman. Why, oh why couldn't Linda be like that for him? "Ben!" his wife barked, "Clothes off!" Rainy took momentary breath. "This is great!" More sucking. Another breath, "You have to!" And another, "You are gunna come so fuckin' hard for me." He unbuttoned his shirt and threw it across the room – it landed on the sofa – as Rainy pushed his socks and shoes off. She stood, reached, encircled her arms around his neck. With a hop she jumped up as hard as she could. He caught her in time. Her little ass was poised above his throbing erection. She was so tiny and light he could have lifted her himself with no effort. "I'm ready," she breathed. "Put it in, put it in right now. Come on, come on." She squirmed and tried to lower herself onto him. He didn't think he could do it so he put her down onto her feet. Her small hands grasped his biceps and she looked up with big blue eyes, wondering, begging, almost pouting. He had not heard anything: Linda thumped him. He tripped, released Rainy, fell down onto the floor, rolled onto his back. His legs flailed. "Shit!" "Stay there!" she ordered. "On your back, you useless male slut. Rainy, fuck the life out of him." That was humiliating. Had his wife turned dominatrix? She hovered above like a giant statue, hands on hips, robe not quite reveleaing her naked beauty beneath. "Stop staring at me. Stare at her!" He did not feel as if he had a choice here. He was going to be raped by a pretty girl and brutally bossed about by his gorgeous, stern wife. As if she had read his mind, Rainy said, "You heard the mistress! I gotta do this." She jumped, legs wide across his hips, slapped her small hands on his chest, fingers spread. Grinning, eyes closed, head up, she lowered herself onto his thick cock. He didn't go in at first so she pushed and wriggled and pulled her lips apart until finally he popped in. He groaned. She yelped. She was also amazingly tight or he was too engorged. Rainy cheered and bounced until he was completely rooted inside her. Looking up, all he could see was her frizzed hair, big smile and those big boobs. Linda stood behind, staring down at them both. He reached for those orbs. "Yummy," she said. "Ooooh, yes, that feels wonderful! I have wanted to fuck you for such a fucking long time! Yeah, do that, do that." She moved forward and back in short sharp motions, rubbing her clitoris on his hairy pelvic bone. Her breasts flowed in his hands, a warm, delicious feeling. "Oh yeah, love it, love it. Um, this is so fucking good!" She started to pant with each fucking movement. "I'm gonna so come like mad. I did this – with some of the boys." She closed her eyes and groaned. "Oh yeah, oh yeah. Great!" Huff, huff, huff. "Help her out, fuck back!" Linda ordered. She disappeared and the chair creaked again. Ben half-heartedly moved his hips up and down. It would not have been difficult to throw Rainy off, she was so light, but he could not disappoint Linda and he still felt stunned. "Yes! That's it, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." Rainy ground fast now. "Come on, go, go, ooooo, unnnng, uh uh uh uh." She suddenly threw up her head and yelled very loudly, "Yesssss!! That's it! Oh my fucking God! I'm coming!" She pumped her small body up and down as she shuddered. Ben could feel her internal muscles contract in orgasmic rhythm. "Wow, that was great!" she panted, "More ..." and she laid those magnificent breasts on him. Her hips moved again, forcing his engorged cock to slide in and out. He held her arms. "The boys did me doggy –" puff puff, " – and they got ... on top of me," more puffs, "and ... they fucked me and fucked me." She pulled at him, trying to roll them over but she was way too small. "Even ... in my ... ass. I came so much!" Linda said with a breathy voice, "Ben, you have to make her come again." He rolled them both over. Rainy's legs pressed against his hips. His feet were still pointed at Linda, so he had no idea what she was doing other than watching. But he heard her chair protest from time to time. He proceeded to fuck the small woman as ordered. "Harder. Really give it to me. Come on!" She fucked up at him as hard as she could, her hips slapping loudly. He grunted in time to his own thrusts. Her legs came around his body, her knees drew up and she pounded her heals into his heaving buttocks. "Go, go, that's it … keep doing that ... ung … uh … ugh! yes! … fuck me … great … great … oooh yes, ooooo!!!" And she wrenched her little bucking body with another orgasm. But he didn't come. He was still stunned by this situation and how fast it had happened. Here he was, having sex with a beautiful, fantastically horny woman right in front of his own wife, who demanded that he did what he was doing. He felt both degraded and ecstatic, guilty and lustful, humiliated and elated. The world had tipped to the side. Would he fall off? As if she, too, had read his mind, Linda called out, "Ben, I want to see you come! Keep that tight hairy ass moving!" He now panted himself as he fucked Rainy. Noisy minutes passed. Rainy had another orgasm, then, chest heaving, he rose off her. When he turned, he saw the shock of his life. Linda's robe was wide open. Her beautiful breasts were exposed, her stomach rippled, her legs spread wide, her hand vigorously frotted at her crotch. Her eyes were wide and stared. "Don't just stand there, fuck her and come! I have to see it." Yes, ma'am! he thought. Rainy scrambled up, still breathing heavily, those lovely large tits heaving. She sucked him again but it didn't last long before she spun around onto hands and knees facing away from Linda. She wiggled her arse at him. "Come on, doggy me! Woof!" He paused. A large red and orange fire breathing dragon tattoo covered Rainy's back. The tail snaked right down in between her round cheeks. She wriggled invitation again. He bent down behind her, grasped her hipbones, reinserted himself into her slick passage and started pummelling. He could not only fuck faster and harder this way but also use his arms and hands to move her body, too. "Oh yes!" cried Rainy, "That's it. Yeah, yeah, go for it. Fuck me. Fuck me faster, pump it into me, fuck that prick, come on, go! Do it, yeah, fuck my cunt. I love it! This is great!" He couldn't miss it when she came. He held still as she emitted a long, rolling "Aaaaaaaaaa" sound. When she finished, she pushed back at him. "More, for fuck's sake! More!" It took less than a minute before the next orgasm swamped her. Suddenly, from behind, Ben heard a familiar gasp and moan. He twisted his head while still slapping furiously into Rainy and saw Linda's body contorted and shaking, eyes shut, her long-fingered hand clutching her pussy, middle finger pressed deep inside, working. Her large breasts heaved with her deep orgasmic breaths. Seeing his wife like that set him off. "Ungh!" He grunted and shot into Rainy. "Yes, yes, yes! That's it! I'm coming, too!" and with that she started a high-pitched howl as she kept fucking back on his throbbing stick. When they slowed and stopping moving, Linda said, "There. Now you have someone to fuck. You can stop feeling sorry for yourself. Oh, don't deny it, Ben. I've known for a long time. I've known exactly how I have treated you and how you feel about me, how much and how often you want to stick that wet dick up my cunt. Forget it. You're my cuckold and you'll stay that way." Still rooted inside Rainy, he turned and almost glared at Linda. What crappy things to say. Cuckold, indeed. But still … this experience felt amazing. She said, "Get your mind off me and get out of your funk. Go fuck my sluthoney friend there if you need it. I don't know why she's got the hots for you, but she does, so go ahead. You both have my permission and love. But treat her with respect!" Linda actually laughed. "But –" he started to say. "Ben, I know you love me. And part of me loves you, too, but there's a lot more to me than you know. And right now, I can't give you want you've yearned for. Rainy is my official sub, my sexual surrogate." He shook his head, tried to clear it. The cobwebs stuck. Linda chuckled, "Of course, you never know what else might happen." Still connected to Ben, Rainy turned her head and said to Linda, "How's Mr. Brennon?" "I like him, but he's not good being tied up yet. And he hates the whips." Linda chuckled. Tied up? Whips? "Linda," he said, "what do you mean? Whips?" Her grim nod was her only answer. Rainy pulled forward then they stood up. "Can we show Ben your dungeon?" she said. "Dungeon?" he blurted. "There's more to me than you know," his beautiful, panting wife said. He was still hard and dripped. Rainy grinned then jumped up on him again. This time he held her while standing, eased her down onto his pole and speared deepr. Linda had given him the green light so from now on he would fuck little Rainy Rayne, whenever she wanted it and maybe whenever he wanted it, too. He would do her for hours right in front of Linda and he would enjoy Linda getting off some more watching them, if that's what she wanted, which it seemed. And later, he would make damn sure to learn about her dungeon and secret activities. "Just wait until I tell Bianca," Rainy giggled as she moved on his pole. "We're gonna have a fuckin' threesome." And then she started moaning as he bounced her rapidly up and down. "Oh, and Ben," his lovely wife called, "I'll have you down in the dungeon when one of my friends visits tonight. You can attend to him on my orders. I'll love watching him take your ass." ### April, 2007
  23. Pet's Reward By Hozzel They lay on the wide bed together, the master on his back and his faithful pet alongside, naked warm bodies huddled against the cool, dark night. Ghostly light from the TV shadows white sheets rumpled from earlier erotic exercise. Pet pops awake. Stiff, ready for more, he slowly slides his leg over Master's muscular thigh. Why not? he thinks with lecherous intent. He presses himself and carefully flicks his nervous tongue at Master's forearm. Master awakes from his doze, sucks a surprised lungful of air. His right arm reaches around Pet's head and neck. Pet's leg slides sensually along Master's again, knee just touching Master's sensitive scrotum. 'Ah,' Master rumbles softly. 'Is my pet still hungry?' 'Still. Yes. Very.' 'Insatiable wench, aren't you. Did I not feed you well enough before?' 'You sucked me dry, but your fucking me…I'm still famished. I want you to fuck me again.' 'Loving words of endearment,' Master laughs, 'will get you everything you desire and more.' Pet firmly presses himself against Master's right side, cups the base of Master's warm balls and flaccid penis, rotates his fingers around them, hefts the pliant orbs, heavy with more delicious juice. With finger and thumb, Pet flops Master's heavy cock back and forth before grasping it gently. He slides his hand up and down the veined skin and slowly pulls back Master's still-slick foreskin. 'Hmmm,' Master purrs. 'Your appetite knows no bounds.' 'I still have needs,' Pet softly begs. In his thin-fingered fist, Master's cock thickens, lengthens, grows. Pet lightly slides his hand up to the sensitive top then back along the stem, relishing the hardening member and what he has caused. It is his Master's involuntary approval. Pet relishes the little responses he creates; the shiver and tightening, the flex and hardening, all the little quivers he causes. To create such delicious reactions warms Pet's prurient heart. Reactions matter, and the depth of response matters more. From his simple rubbing, the crown becomes a dark smooth purple, tight with blood, savage with building emotion. Pet's own penis reacts, too, and stretches against Master's muscular thigh. Pet pulls his hips back but Master reaches around Pet's head and pushes Pet back. Pet's sensitive cock swells as well. As he continues to softly rub Master's swollen glans, Master breathes harder. Suddenly, Pet chuckles and jerks Master, slips his grip along the stem, making sure the glans are rubbed on each increasingly fast stroke. Some lube would have helped but it is too distant and Master is responding anyway: his hips move slightly. 'Suck,' Master commands. Pet stops masturbating and sits up. In the soft glow, his lean body creates an enticing shadow. Bending, slowly Pet's lips slide down the knob, the shaft, down as far as he can then back up until he is almost off. As he repeats this, Pet urgently flutters Master's knob with the tip of his wet tongue. Master gasps. 'Oh ... yes!' Pet licks and sucks and wanks in the manner he likes most. That is his job: sexually please his master. This is one of his arts: fellatio. 'Finger,' Master commands. Continuing to suck, Pet curls his right hand beneath Master's balls. His fingers probe Master's arse, part the cheeks, press through. He finds Master's anal ring and rubs gently, knowing himself just how enticing that feels. With fondness, he remembers Master probing prior to penetration and then the glorious fuck. He wants it again. Master's eyes close. He groans, his body jumps. He breathes deeply, his hairy chest rises and falls. Pet presses a finger into Master while continuing to suck and probe strongly. The ring stretches easily and Pet's finger pops through. 'Ah, yes, my pet, that's ... it.' Pet fucks his middle finger in and out of Master's anus, rubbing the smooth prostate at the same time as sucking Master's cock. He knows he can give master repeated little orgasms with this technique. 'Oh yes, oh, yes, that's right. You're doing so well, my pet! Oh ... wow! I'm getting ... there. You're going ... to ... make me ... cum ... you fucking vixen.' Master's body tenses. His feel press against the mattress. He holds Pet against his side as hard as he can while the small orgasm shoots through his nerves like an electric bolt. Master pants, 'More! Make me cum again!' Pet rubs harder with his middle finger and continues sucking and licking. He can feel Master's prostate swell and fill, becoming hard and large, ready to burst. It is a nice feeling. Pet relishes his ability to do this. If asked, he would stimulate Mater's prostate all day, forcing hundreds of little orgasms. He tucked the thought away for future use. Master pushes down on Pets' finger with his rear muscles. On and on Pet intensely rubs and sucks. Master grunts loudly. His hips push up and, suddenly, he spurts. Pet coughs, quickly clamps his mouth down on Master's pulsing cock, and tries to swallow as much and as fast as he can. Shot after salty shot fills Pet's mouth. He swallows again. He knows how rude it feels if any thick fluid escapes. Pet thinks Master is finished and raises his head, withdraws his digit. 'Keep going!' Master's words are a surprise. Pet renews sucking and increases his anal strokes to lightening speed. Mumbles; 'There too?' 'Yes! Yes!' Master gulps air at a frantic rate, almost in time to Pet's finger. Another minute later, Pet's actions are once again rewarded with Master's liquid and physical thrashing. Master gasps, 'Pet! Fuck! Now! Now!' 'Really?' 'Yes! Fuck now!' At Master's command, withdrawing his finger, Pet rises, places his hands on Master's hips, straddles Master's thighs. Master can see Pet is fully erect, his smaller cock glistening in the dim light, delicious, throbbing, ready. Pet grunts when he lowers his arse to the tip of Master's cock. 'Quick,' Master breathes. 'Get me in!' Pet pushes down, feels Master's thick cock work up to his rosebud. Using a trick he knows, Pet flexes his anus so Master's thick girth can easily slide deep. Pet releases a breath as he settles. 'How do you feel?' 'I feel,' Pet says, 'full. You've become quite large. And deep.' 'Does it hurt?' 'Fuck no, just very stuffed. I really love it. You can stay there all day if you ever want to.' 'Good. I will stuff my cock up your greedy arse whenever I choose.' Master places his large hands on Pet's knees. 'Feel this.' Pet feels the enormous slug slide even further inside, a huge pressure forcing his tight happy-hole open. He breathes, forces himself to relax and settle. He is stuffed full of Master's huge girth. Master smiles. 'You like that, don't you.' 'I love it!' Master laughs. 'Then fuck me.' Pet moves slightly up then settles down, taking Master's cock all the way inside his slim body. He feels truly engorged. To him, it is the most wonderful feeling, his anus full of hard, rampant cock. He has felt many cocks and he has loved them all. Master reaches, touches Pet's cockhead. He gently rubs the tip. Pet moans and rocks forward and back, sliding Master's own cock in and out. As he fucks, the full pressure subsides and is replaced by a wonderful feeling as his own special spot is stimulated. 'Speak!' 'Oh! Yes. I feel it ... I feel you ... in my arse ... inside me. You're so big. So huge. So strong. Sliding. Fucking me. Oh. Oh! It's wonderful! Ug!' Pet breathes hard as he fucks and concentrates on the building feelings. Master strains upwards and fucks back. Master's breathing increases. A hand grasps Pet's leg. Fingers dig. His other hand squeezes Pet's hard cock in encouragement. 'Oh, god,' Pet stammers. 'I love your powerful cock inside my arse. I –' Pet's words are lost in further groans as Master pumps into Pet faster and faster. Suddenly he thrusts up. Nearly knocking Pet off, Master's cock spasms for a third time. He shoots this time, his body shaking, and shoots again with each strong stroke. Blast after blast coats Pet's squeezing rectum. Breathing hard, Master releases Pet's cock and orders: 'Fuck me.' Eyes wide, Pet slowly pulls off Master. 'Are you sure?' Master raises his knees, opens his muscular legs wide. Hovering over the eager man, Pet slides back until the swollen tip of his cock is at the rear gate. Parting Master's buttocks, Pet pushes but is unable to penetrate. 'Fuck me!' Master orders. 'I can't seem to –' 'Get that fucking cock into my arse and breed me. Now!' He reaches a hand down, between their bodies, holds his shaft and presses again. At the same time, Master tugs Pet's hips hard while flexing his anus. Pet's shaft pops through the sphincter. 'That's it!' Master breathes. 'Now get in all the way. Don't mess about now, just fuck my arse. Ride me hard. Make me feel it. Make me proud.' Placing his hands on Master's spread knees, Pet first pulls back then pushes in again, out then in, repeating slowly. As he hardens further and Master loosens, Pet finds he can buck faster. He leans over Master, digs toes into the bed. He loves the tightness, the heat, the sweat of their bodies, their loud breaths, the panting, noises. Especially loves their explicit words of sexual encouragement. He enjoys Master's face as it twists and churns in pleasure. Pet fucks long, deep and hard, Master's legs tightly hooked against his arms. Even though Pet is topping, Master is in charge. Pet is fucking to Master's lyrics, Master's desires, Master's pleasure. Master tightens his anus and Pet laughs, plunging on. 'Caught you!' Master chortles. 'I ... can't fuck ... if you ... do that!' Pet pants. Pet releases Masters legs, leans forward onto Master's chest. He feels Master's still-hard cock between them. Pet holds his body back up with straight arms. 'You're still fuckin' hard.' 'Of course I am. You know I can always keep going.' Grinning together, their hips grind, they synchronise their movements, both fucking in time with each other, like a nicely tuned wave. 'I can feel you slide inside my butt. God, it's good.' Soon they gasp and moan, writhe and groan. For Pet, it is pure joy. He loves fucking for the shear sake of it and he loves giving orgasms, as many as possible, and Master appears quite capable of several. Giving Master several by fucking alone is shear tumultuous joy. 'Fuckin' cum!' Master shouts. 'Shoot that jism! Fill me now, you cocksucker! Right fuckin' now!' Master slaps Pet's buttocks then grasps each round cheek and pulls hard. Pet fucks and – shouting loudly to enhance the emotional explosion – his cock erupts inside Master, spurt after spurt, filling him again. The intense sexual feeling causes him to moan uncontrollably. Staying firmly lodged, Pet lapses down. Their chests heave with mutual heavy breathing. They look at each other and erupt in laughter. Pet licks Master's lips, pushes his tongue in and then they kiss. Tender then hard, tongues explore and slide and stimulate. 'Shit, that was good,' Master says. Pet feels on top of the world. He has served well but has also done what he enjoys most: making someone else cum. He says, 'You sure came alot.' 'Must be who I'm with. I am really turned on still, too.' Master rubs Pet's arms. 'Ok, next time you can be master and I'll be your pet. How about that?' 'Absofuckenlootely.' 'But –' Master says, moving his hips, sliding Pet's still hard cock in and out, '– I think I'd like to cum again. Fuck some more.' 'Five times? Wow. Sure.' 'Have fun!' And they do. ### This is an original short scene written by Hozzel July 2012. It was originally published on asstr with a different pseudonym. Revised April and July 2021. I love to hear from readers, their experiences and fantasies and dreams.
  24. An Intimate Moment by Hozzel They spy each other across the noisy, crowded room. She turns away briefly then shyly looks back. So different! Tall, broad shoulders and narrow hips, hands with thick fingers; oddly dressed, skin far darker than any she has ever seen before. And wait, there appear to be no breasts, or possibly they are so small as to not protrude. Alone in the corner of the crowded pub, clearly out of place, a stranger in a strange world, nervously fingering a blue and yellow striped drink. This person must be alien. Yes, that's it, from the visiting starship. Perfect! There. There's an awkward smile and a shy look away. She dimples and tips her head, exposing long her pale neck. Her hand touches her throat. She leaves the bar and weaves through the gaily and scantily dressed crowd. In moments she stands before, ah, him. Him! Yes, that's it. This offworlder must be male. Pronouns change. Taller than herself, she scents an aura of something ancient and unknown. His network signature is completely silent and he smells odd, but not unpleasant. Her imagination fires: she has encountered his kind before but no one not quite like him either. Mysterious lust stirs within her. His kind is her secret perverted heart's desire. Murmurs nearby dissipate. From a quick gaeanet query she knows they find him distasteful, and several ask why she even has an interest. Has she no shame? Indeed, a few admonish her for her sinful thoughts and feelings. Perverted scum! She ignores their requests and judgements. He is here! But why? Why this place in particular? She had heard crew were not permitted on her world – perfectly acceptable as far as the loose administration is concerned. The crew might find her beautiful, unique type of human as offensive as most of her kind found them. How did he get here? He is not offensive to her whatsoever. He is beautiful, and beauty is alluring. Indeed, the attraction within her is strong. His shy smile distracts her. Her leg deliberately moves toward him and her ankle-length jacket opens to reveal black stretched microskirt and slick knee-length striped boots. She hopes her exposed pale legs between boottop and hem excite him. She places a hand on her arched hip, elbow bent, and further widens her jacket. She sees him nervously glance at her loose blousette, its deep V-front is open wide down to her navel. He spies her half exposed breasts. Yes! His eyes widen, his smile twitches then the faint lines around his eyes crinkle in slight mirth. Beneath his own short jacket, he wears a chameleon shirt that is now hued dark blood red, shot with changing streaks of other colours. Curiosity? Sex? His intelligent blue eyes travel down again then back up. His grin widens, accepting, warm, inviting, clearly pleased. Her own dark eyes stare into his and, in that magical moment, she feels his soul. It invites, calls to her own, delicious, enticing, welcoming but also somewhat troubled and turbulent. But his round face is kind. She realizes he is quite young. She blinks, briefly touches his unusually flat chest, purses her thin lips. He says something but she cannot hear due to the thundering music and constant voices. Scantly brushing his inner thigh, her arm hooks his. She leads him quietly through the noise toward the exit. Feminine bodies, lurid and bright colours, intricate patterns assault them. Undulating dancers part briefly. Painted faces slip, look, stare. Some glare but here, there, she sees interest, curiosity, once abject lust. She is pinged many times but chooses to ignore the invitations. They escape the throng. The night street blazes with rushing vehicles trumpeting between tall buildings. Huge colourful holos and signs advertise and allure. Moving images, 3D virtuals, explosive advertising puffscents abound. The warm wind whips their coats, sends ripples along the wet walkway. She mentally casts through gaeanet to her family, informing them of her interest and intent, then organizes a location. She leans and says to him. "I've arranged a room close by." "Great." He a deep voice with a strange accent. "Where are we going? Will it be fun?" She pats his hand. "Very fun. Let's go." She places one foot carefully before the other as they quick step. His thoughts are hidden but she imagines him thinking: Where have you been all my life? My god, I'm so hard! Should I be doing this? And she herself thinks: He's just perfect. I cannot help myself. I have yearned for this my entire life. My body is stimulated, profoundly ready. But I must be cautious. I cannot scare him away. Her coat flaps, billows her top open, exposes her bare breasts to his glimpse. He sees her nipples hard with anticipation and looks away. It is okay, what is the problem? Oh, a nudity [banned word]? Smiling, not understanding his obvious embarrassment, she hesitates before shrugging the coat closed. The nearby hotel's transparent lift silently rises. She presses against him, squeezes her thighs around one of his thick legs, snuggles her head. Her breath catches his ear, her tongue flicks, she hums. He squirms and breathes. Her hand reaches down but too soon the lift stops. Down the hallway, her fingers tap the lock and the wall dissolves into a dark archway. Even before it fades back to wall, she pins him to the wall inside the room with her hands on his shoulders; her body slides and grinds on his. She laughs, teeth glowing as the lightstrip around the edge of the ceiling automatically flickers on. Their breaths are already heavy, urgent. He grunts as she presses him against the wall. Her lips brush his. She pushes a knee between his legs, urgent pressure on his crotch. Yes, she feels it, different, bulgy, strange, horribly unusual yet strongly alluring. The reason for all this, in fact. She grins widely as she feels his extreme engorgement roll against her stomach. Heat flushes through her tall, thin body. They kiss. Lips explore lips, tongues lovingly caress each other, breaths inhale and gasp. She feels his strong hands roam her back. She parts her coat and allows him to gently widen her top. He smiles and his fingers slide on her bare skin. She shrugs; her coat and blousette slip down, off. Her breasts are fully exposed, puffed, obviously in need. She squirms. Her body trembles in delightful sparklettes just from the kissing alone and the feel of his inquisitive hands. "Stay," she whispers. She lightly kisses his throat. Her fingers trace a line down his chest and his shirt automatically parts. His belt unsnaps at her touch. Bending her knees, her tongue touches the edge of her mouth as her hands fumble on his pants. Looking up to his eyes, grinning with naughty promise, she drops his trousers and playfully sniggers as his swollen member flops out then up. Her mouth opens. She hesitates. His unusual penis is thicker than the countless others of her kind which she has enjoyed, and skin covers the end. It stiffens further as she touches it with her left fingers. Thin fuzzy hair sprouts just above the base. How strange, she thinks. She regards it all thoughtfully, considers what she's about to do, the enormous step she's about to take. Deciding, she parts her blue painted lips. He quivers. His rod curves upwards. His hands slap the wall. "Wha –" Her own body shakes again as she uses her tongue to gently roll his foreskin back, exposing an enlarged purple crown. She nuzzles the round head, and holding the stem between straight fingers, gently blows on it. Against her cheek it feels oh so heavenly, engorged, hot. She kisses it, glides her lips around the smooth head, feels him jerk and jerk again. She giggles then takes the length of him slowly further into her mouth. She rubs the head on the roof, he squirms and gasps as she suddenly sucks hard. So wonderful! Her tongue lashes him and he groans more. Her head bobs as she alternates between sucking and licking. Her noises, his heavy breathing and the outside gusts shuddering the window are the only sounds. The crown is so different from the rest, and, removing him from her mouth, she sees veins along the fat stem. Her gaeanet query informs her this was once normal among the original settlers, before the Great Change. His hands find her short inkblack hair, fingers run lovingly through it. His breathing labours. Her round breasts heave with each of her strong breaths, and she can feel her excited body react to his alien smell, his strange taste, his thick fullness, his being, and what she is doing to him. Down below, right there, she is wet. His open shirt now glows a solid bright red. His skin is smooth and dark, festooned with soft hairs. He has no breasts and his areola and nipples are tiny. She touches one and he jumps. She fastens her mouth back on the rubbery pole, sucks and licks at the same time. "Oh!" he suddenly exclaims. "That's…" His fingers spread wide as his hands curl through her hair: short on one side and the back, straight and pointed long, down the right side of her face, an ancient asymmetrical style, evocative toward rude. Her tension builds; his body shakes, her head moves back and forth. "Um, not yet. Not yet! No!" But it is too late. "Aaag," he chokes. His body tenses, muscles clench. His cock pulses. She squeezes and sucks very hard as he jets multiple times. Gagging briefly, she jerks her head back. It tastes salty, not sweet. But never mind, good manners require taking his gift properly. "Oh my!" she suddenly cries, startled. Her own body and voice react forcefully. Never before has she ever had an orgasm by simply giving fellatio. She pulls back, grips his pulsating cock tightly in a vain attempt to curb his diminishing flow. But she cries out, "Ohf!" releases him, allowing drops to splatter her neck and chest. His cock jerks in her hand, jerks again, and again. She returns, delights in her accomplishment, squeezes him hard once more, denying his release while she rubs the fluid on her pale skin and over her breasts. She looks up at him, her lower lip beneath upper teeth like a naughty young one. Delighted, she releases her grasp and his final squirt lands on her cheek. With her right finger she pops it into her mouth. She barely suppresses a giggle. She licks him again then rises to her full height, her head even with his own. Her mouth seeks his again and they kiss hungrily. She pushes his shirt off his shoulders and rubs her stiff nipples against his bare chest. Her breathing is almost as heavy as his. Her blood feels as if it boils. She is ready, needy, urgent. She rolls her skirt to her waist, parts slender legs, raises on toes, presses his cock to the right place between. He gasps, his eyes widen. She is bare beneath her skirt, which she guesses he did not realize. Gently, she finds the right spot, briefly rubs herself on him, and then, grasping firmly, she inserts him, holding him teasingly just inside while she savours the carnal feeling. He thrusts suddenly and, with a sigh of satisfaction, she feels him slide in all the way. Clamping him with her inner muscles and thighs, she shoves him hard against the wall – he groans and closes his eyes – and she kisses him again, brushing her tongue across his. She grips his arms, pins herself against him. Her hips move and she fucks him with a strength and power belied by her thin shape. She feels his length slide in and out with each of her thrusts. He returns her movements, tries to push her, take control, but each time she thuds him back against the wall, refusing his dominance. They play this game for minutes. Her thoughts flash as the warmth rises from her hard bud while it waits for release. She kisses him again and continues kissing, minute after minute, slap after loud belly slap, muffled moan after moan, until, without warning, he twists and cries out once more. She feels his cock jump. She has timed herself perfectly: her head throws back and she cannot help but shout as her own second and far more powerful orgasm quakes. When a mere breathless minute has passed, when they are panting and glowing and she is smiling wide and he is stunned but still coupled inside her, she takes his head between her palms, kisses him again, and says softly into his ear, "I love you." She leans back, holds him with straight arms, stares at his strange face. His dark brown eyes look as human as her green. He is not alien: merely ancient. The desire to push into him grows within her; her bud strains for release. "Come," she breathes. "My turn." His look questions but they part and stumble. On her mental command a large bed morphs from the floor, made and ready, covered in soft dark velvet. Warm, inviting. She pushes: he bounces onto his back. She quickly removes the remainder of her clothes then crawls next to him. She kisses him. His eyes dart from her face to her breasts and then back to her face, seemingly not knowing where to focus. He reaches, cups a breast, lifts it, explores its shape and pointed tip. She smiles, amused at his nervousness and shudders at the snapping sensations. Sucking in her lower lip and pulling away, she eagerly pulls the rest of his clothes off. His body is so unusual! He is bulkier, muscles and veins show readily. Her fingers trace. There are no rounded, protruded breasts. Nis nipples and areolas are tiny and pink. His arms, chest, legs and groin sprout thin hairs, his hips are narrow, shoulders broad. His cock, now flaccid, is not retracted. Below, his testicles (she recalls the old term) are nestled between his thighs, little fleshy bulges, containers of holy genetic fluid, incompatible with hers. Of a vaginal slit, not a sign. His legs are thick and muscled as well. She bends, sucks a nipple. "Ouch." She looks at him. "Is this alright?" He nods, thankful that gesture is universal, thankful their language similar enough. She touches his limp penis and says, "Can you pump it up? Can we continue?" He chuckles. "Have to wait to recharge." "Really?" His accent is beautiful. She sends an excited message through the gaeanet to her cluster family and then through a secure, restricted node to a few special friends, those who, like her, defy convention and common wisdom and yearn to meet one such as she just has, a man from the stars. She gloats as one immediate reply gleans of jealousy. Several warn but are thrilled at the same time. Members of her cluster approve what they have witnessed and felt so far, surprised he has not been like the predicted monster. She regards his penis, amazed and disappointed he does not stay hard. She kisses down his stomach, pops his cock into her mouth, sucks until she is disappointed then she rolls onto her back, arms open, legs bent and apart. She instructs the gaeanet to record this encounter and pass it on to her cluster and those special, sinful friends. Thankful replies flutter. "Me, please," she says to her starman, "make me filthy hard." He looks at her quizzically, tips his head, then turns and touches her breast. Her dark nipple crinkles. He stretches, tentatively licks then sucks it. She shivers. "Oh, that's wonderful." "It is?" "Mmmm..." His hand settles on her leg then her hairless mound. His finger digs, locates her vagina and presses in, searches, finds a spot and rubs as he continues to suck her nipple. She coos and arches her back. He works his way down her smooth body until his mouth is where his dark hand explores. Slowly he uses his tongue. From the hesitant way he moves, she realizes he is clearly an inexperienced lover. How have his people even survived? When his tongue brushes it, she feels her bud pop through. "Hey," he mutters, startled. He bends, kisses it, sucks then jerks back, sits straight up. "That's –" Her bud expands, inflates, elongates, becomes thicker, longer, grows and grows. It is as long and thick as his had been but the entire surface is glans: purple, smooth, incredibly sensitive. Fully inflated, it is very hard indeed. Increasing moisture dots its entire surface, self-lubricating, ready for insertion. He stares sharply. Knuckles touch his lips, jaw flexes. "Um, wow. What's that!" She feels his shock. "You didn't know?" she says, surprised. "No one told you?" He shakes his head. "Come on," she says gently. "It's fine. Suck me. It'll be good, I promise." He blinks and says, "Are you a freak of some kind?" Anger flashes through her for a moment but messages of love and encouragement, visions of sex with clustermates and others sooth understanding. He doesn't know. How could he? "No, this is how all of us are here. This is normal. You're ... different. Please. Suck me." "I –" he leans back "– all right, I guess." His mouth surrounds her exposed cock. He hesitates then clamps down and draws a breath. Making a face, he pulls back, blinks. "Go ahead, you can touch it. It'll feel good. I promise." His fingers slide along the length; she shivers. "That's awfully nice." He looks at her, smiles. "You taste ... different. Sweet, sugary." "Yes." "Not like me." "No. Continue, please." He tries other things and, pleased, he returns his mouth to her cock, holds himself there, swirls his tongue on her, flicks the tip then sucks. "Oh, that is so nice. More." She closes her eyes, balls her fists, feels his passion and awkward interest. He continues to suck and lick, suck and lick. She becomes more firm as his confidence grows. "That's it. Yes! Yes!" Her feelings build quickly again and minutes later she cries out once more. His head snaps back as she spurts five shots onto his face. Immediately, caringly, she sits up and licks her fluid gift. "Now, I would like to top you," she says. "You want to fuck again? But I'm not hard." She laughs. "But I am!" She leans down, looks at his rear, probes with her hand. "Where's your slit? I can top you!" "I – " He hesitates, pulls back. "I – don't have one like you. I'm a male. What are you?" "You don't? Oh." She frowns but her feelings for him are strong. "I, uh, can still top you. In your ass. Perfectly normal. Can we, please?" His face works strangely as he imagines and considers. She touches his leg. She is perplexed but she thinks she understands. She queries and learns that, perhaps in his culture, analsex may be considered a sin instead of normal. How barbaric! she thinks. Sins are to be conquered and tamed, pleasure and kindness rewarded. "I don't know," he says. "Look, I've never done it that way. Not that I'm opposed to it or anything. There are guys on the ship who do – some women, too, I've heard – but, I didn't expect what you are... I didn't know. I thought you were all women here. Maybe that's why they told us not to come down. Told us you hated men. I assumed you reproduced artificially but now ..." "What am I, do you think?" She hugs her knees, feels her strong erection between her legs, watches his face intently. "I don't know!" He looks away, embarrassed at his ignorance. "Um, are you a woman or a man?" She laughs. "Oh, I see! The ancients, yes, two sexes, like animals. That's what it is! Well, I am both, we are both, and we call ourselves people, girls, women sometimes. Men is a generic term but I've never heard anyone called a male or a 'man'. We're both genders. We're just us as we are, how we were originally made. Anyway ..." She deeply dimples again, lowers her legs, reaches for him. He says, "Hermaphrodites." His finger swirls on her erect post. She laughs again and nods. "My goodness, you really don't know, do you?" She shakes her head, "A thousand years ago Alice Hollaway made us like this. Her vision shaped us into a society that has been at peace all that time. All of us are both sexes and we enjoy either top or bottom roles." She laughs. "Or any role!" Laughs again. "Sex is so important! Is it not so with you on the ship?" She playfully pokes him, pauses, then continues, "We are here to make others happy. That's one of the edicts, a law Alice gave us, and she designed our brains and our bodies to do that. Sex is central to everything we do. I understand it isn't so on other worlds." He places a hand on her leg, runs fingertips along. She feels the tingles, her cock flexes, wanton and eager. "No, it isn't. On every planet I've seen, there've been men and women, two sexes, even if they've been adapted or evolved or changed their bodies to some other form. They told us this planet was strange, that we would not be welcome. But I'd heard stories, about parties and things, orgies, free sex and I, well, I just had to find out." "How did you arrive? Wouldn't they have checked the shuttle?" "Teleport," he says. "I stowed away in a container." He looks at the top of his left hand, at a faint abstract outline. "I deactivated the com so they can't trace me. My dad would be furious." "Your ... dad?" "Um, male mother." "Oh, father." "Brother of the captain." Her mouth opens, closes. She did not realize her man from the stars was related to the captaincy. Starship royalty. He says, "People have to be genetically modified to live on many planets, probably most. The metallicy here, for example, is higher than Earth-norm. The carbon dioxide level is a tad high, too, but bearable. Solar luminosity slightly less, redder. I can't stay here for very long unless I have supplements and other things. And your 21 hour day would screw with my circadian cycle although I could eventually adapt to that." He snorts. "No wonder they didn't want us to come down. Do you always have sex this easily with strangers?" "Strangers?" she says. "Everyone here is connected. Except you. And, yes, why not?" "If you have sex this easily with strangers, they'd have a fit. On the ship, that is." "Easily?" she says. "Sex is what binds society together. We greet with sex, we play, we learn, we feel. We love each other." "So most of those people in the pub ..." "I expect so, probably. Why not? Why do I sense there is something wrong." She reaches, touches his leg. "How do you deal with fights? What happens when someone gets out of line?" "Oh, that. Well, we fuck them, make sure they know they're cared for and have nothing to fear. Gaeanet may intervene. Or a cluster gangs up on them, has them over for a party." She sighs. Information intrudes. "Ah. I believe our body chemistry is different to yours. Makes us more cooperative, peaceful while still very sexual." "Well, that's certainly different than on Earth." She sits up, excited. Her hands flutter. "Earth? Are you from Earth?" "No, no, I was born on the ship, but I can trace my ancestry back to there. A place called New Zealand, I think, and before that Africa. Our webship first left from Earth's system two thousand years ago and everyone on board is humanstandard. We do not modify much." "Wow, that's amazing. You don't even have net implants, do you?" He looks quizzically at her, shakes his head. "Whatever that is." She slides next to him, places her arm around him, looks into his eyes, sucks in her lower lip. "You poor ... man. That's why I can't read you," she says. "Everyone here has them. We have complete empathy for each other's feelings." "You do? You can read each other's minds?" She laughs. "Of course not. They only hear what I choose to send. Anyway," she continues, "I am basically a girl, I guess you would say. I've never had children and I don't know if I ever will. But I can make them, too, if I so choose. We all can." He blinks. She touches his arm. "I think it's alright. I'm currently sterile, I can't get pregnant. I doubt your DNA would mix with mine anyway and I've had all my meds." He lets out a breath. "Mednanos, I gather. That's good to hear. You know, I saw children at the zoo." She kisses his shoulder. "They were happy. And all the adults were mothers. In fact, everyone I've seen looks female. I wasn't sure what to think. I must've really stuck out." "I know, I heard about you." "You did?" "Yes." "So it wasn't a coincidence you were at that pub?" She dimpled. "Not really." "We were told this was a planet of women and men're locked up somewhere as slaves. That's why they didn't want me to go down. Said I'd be captured. Is that true?" She laughs. He just looked at her. "Oh. Really, that's just silly. Why would they want to stop you from knowing the truth? People don't get locked up. Oh, wait ..." Her body snuggles into his, she gently takes hold of his cock. He shrugs, reaches, touches her breast then erection, slides his fingers along its length. "Well," she says, "what you have captured is my heart." "Really?" "Oh yes." She kisses him then asks, "What about the zoo?" "Yes. I try to do that when planetside. Zoos are a good way to quickly learn a lot about a world. On the ship, when I'm not doing propulsion, one of my other duties is to look after the farm. Everyone does that at one time or another. Your zoo isn't very large. But, your creatures, your plants, they're as interesting and varied as any anywhere. I particularly liked the Loraz." She smiles. "Yes, they're very beautiful. They make nice pets, too, unless they're in season in which case they have to be dealt with." "Dealt with?" She nods. "A Loraz in heat requires constant sex. We take turns but I once topped a Loraz ten times in a row. And we don't keep that many native animals in the zoo. Most of the animals outside are dangerous." "Ah," he says, "that's why your three cities are surrounded by walls. And I thought it was to keep the men out!" They laugh and she shoves him. She tickles him – his legs bend – her head lays on his shoulder. She gently strokes his leg, his torso, touches his penis from time to time. Her own remains hard, ready. Her body is still pumped, primed, eager. Voices from the net whisper encouragement into her mind, and curiosity, desire to feel what she feels, taste what she tastes, hear what she hears, view what she sees. The perverse yearn for more. The normal advise caution but accept her love. She whispers, "Why can't you keep topping?" He pats her hand. "I have to recharge. Don't you have to do that after you, uh, come? It was amazing that I went twice in a row with you. If you keep up what you're doing, though, I might be, uh, ready soon." "It just seems strange that you have to wait." She strokes. "You can do it a lot?" "One day I came over a hundred times. It doesn't matter, though, it's the feelings that count and the pleasure and happiness we can give each other moment by moment." He looks stunned, clearly in awe. "A ... hundred ... times ..." And in that she had an inkling why the ancients may have had so many conflicts, why they did not resolve problems or greet each other with sex as her people believed they should. She looks down shyly. "I can give to you, you can give to me. That's what it is all about. Humans were evolved for this." "They why do we fight?" "Faulty evolution, maybe. The Lahm make mistakes, too, and they're even more sexual than humans. We just needed a bit of help from Alice to sort things out." They both lay in silence. The window rattles as wind batters. "What is your name?" he asks. "Sanalita-manom-harl-kwinlin-Roberts." "Roberts?" he laughs. "Everyone calls me Lita. What's yours?" "Per –" She kisses him again. "– Perin." "Hmmm...Perin. That's nice. Any other parts?" "Perin Freeman." "Do you all look like this? On the ship?" "Male?" "No, silly. Your skin? Dark? Brown?" "Yes, petty much. Shades vary. People on other ships, other worlds vary, too." "Yes, I am aware of that. Some have gone pretty extreme." "They have." They cuddle for minutes, explore each other's bodies with their hands, lips, tongues. She touches him there and then there and he trembles. "What's it like in space?" "It's, uh, well, I don't know. How to I say it?" She touches him there again, smiles at his reaction. "What's it like? Tell me, please." "Nothing special. It's home. I have a flat and do my jobs and we all keep everything running. Captain Freeman is my uncle, my, um, father's brother. Yes? The ships ... do you know about gypsyships? No? It started as an asteroid, hollowed, layered, spun for gravity. Instead of hyperdrive, big exotic matter hoops warp space, create superspace, and we use subspace energy sails to catch the static surges. The warp negates relativity and inertia. Our power comes from –" Suddenly she kisses him again. "I love it that you're from space. I once topped a woman from another starship." "You did?" She snickers. "I'm drawn to starpeople. Most of us don't want to know – couldn't you tell in the pub? – but I do. There's a group of us. We keep in touch. You're all so exotic, so utterly fascinating. I bet you've seen plenty of planets." He smiles and nods. "I have. Many." "Tell me about them!" "Oh, well, there's so many. We've done some exploring, researched worlds swallowed by black holes, found a beautiful ringed H-world, with breathable air but the monsters that live on it were just too much." He frowns. "Worlds with life are so rare. The ancients used to think the Galaxy was full of life. Aliens everywhere." Her excitement mounts as he talks of yonder worlds. "Why would they think that?" she laughs. "I don't know. Because they didn't know any better. That's all. They hadn't gone out yet. It was not until humans had hyperdrive and then later superspace that we went out and explored and discovered how precious and rare life is, how few worlds there are on which we can walk in the dirt with our bare feet." He giggles. "And stand naked." She quivers in excitement. This is what she sought. Her man from the stars. His stories, his strangeness. She feels his heart, his soul and knows she has fallen in love. But was it trulove? "How old are you?" she asks. Her foot rubs his. "Um, twenty four." "Really? I'd've thought you much older." He sucks his lips. "Yes, and no. I was born twenty-four shipyears ago but I guess that'd be a hundred your time. Even with superspace, it takes years to span the void between systems – they're so far apart – and time on ship passes much more slowly than realspace, only days for me but years for you. And ... it's our life. We all have our places, do what we're instructed. That's the way it is. We travel from system to system, trading, moving people, things, learning. It's what we do." Suddenly she rolls onto him, lays him back onto the bed. Giggling, she kisses him and their tongues search each other again. With her feet, she levers his legs apart. Beneath his 'balls' she presses her urgent cock, seeks his crease, his rear cleavage. "I really need to top you!" His eyes are wide, darting, questioning. "How do we do this? I've never –" "I'll show you." She scoots down and takes his cock into her eager mouth. Parting his legs wide, her right hand explores his buttocks while she sucks. She finds his anus, presses her longer finger on it. He gasps, "Oh my!" She smiles, lowers her face, opens him with her hands, tries to press her tongue into the sweet closed pucker. She just manages it. Her finger next, probes, works inside. Holding his knees up and wide, she moves her finger in and out, rubs the smooth spot just inside behind his penis. She can feel it swell. "I learned about this," she says, "this spot. We don't have it now –" He jerks suddenly. "What the fuck are you doing?" "– but I guess you do." His cock begins to renew and strengthen. She continues stroking, rubbing, stimulating. He tenses, shakes, gurgles, then cries out as something strong slashes through his body, an intense feeling like an orgasm, but not quite. She smiles, continues, and shortly another slashes through him. "I – I can't believe it. It's like I've cum, but I haven't and I can keep going." After several more she says, "How did that feel?" "Unbelievable," he replies, winded. "How did you do that?" "I found some old records." She sucks him briefly, then says, "I think you're ready now." Levering her body over his, she holds his legs up near his shoulders. Her hardness pokes at that special spot between his buttocks. He gasps as she enters. His mouth remains open, eyes wide. She slowly pushes herself into him, as deeply as possible, until she cannot press further. Hooking his legs over her shoulders, she holds herself up with straight arms, lowers her head and kisses shim. "How is that, my love?" "I ... it is ... very strange. I feel so full down there. I thought it'd hurt but it doesn't, I'm just filled. Not at all what I expected." She nuzzles his nose with hers. "That's how it should feel. Here, now, I'll just ..." She pulls her hips back, feels herself slide out then she presses back in, making sure she and he can savour every movement. His hands slip, hold her legs, feel her muscles work as her hips drive. "My starman, my love," she utters. Her head curls back, eyes closed and she begins fucking him. His hands reach around his legs, hold her driving hips. They fuck this way for glorious minutes, he utterly surprised at how great it feels. "Why?" he asks, staring in wonder at her happy face. "Why has this happened to us?" She does not stop her movements. "Because I wanted it to. Because you're from the stars. Because in my family ... oh!" He stops moving. "Your family? You're not single?" She hesitates then resumes. "Wait ... I'm almost there. Shhh..." She fucks harder, faster, feels the sensations and emotion wave through her, build and build until, with a small cry, finally, everything bursts forth. She fills him with many pulses, much longer than he has ever experienced himself, and then she collapses on top of him. But soon she sits back up, smiling, laughing. She withdraws from him. Her rich fluids leak. She sees he is now hard again. Pressing his legs down and straight, she straddles his hips and takes his glorious mancock within her once more. "You have a family? You're married?" he asks. Her throbbing cock bounces as she moves him back and forth, sliding his delicate hardness within her. "Of course. Our cluster is small, only twenty two of us. Oh, oh, I'm ... almost there again. It won't take ..." She pants with each hip thrust. Her swollen breasts heave between her arms, enlarged with her lust. Her body moves, his hips thrust up in tune with hers. Their movements are automatically synchronised. She sees his breathing quicken, feels his heart beat, his soul flash green then yellow then red with passion and lust and intense fire. She watches his face twist and shine as he climbs and climbs. She fucks him faster and harder until he finally crests. In her mind, through her net, members of her cluster family and members of her secret group feel her orgasms, her pleasure and lust. They resonate with her, join together, accept, and a few even come themselves. They understand her feelings for him, his warmth and humanity, the love she shares, her deep carnal desires as well as her intellectual ones. As he jams up into her, he shoots and gasps, wide eyed and open mouthed. At the same time, she clamps down on him and her own cock powers once again, spouts arcing, wetting his chest and their loins. Afterwards, they cuddle and he sleeps quickly. Her mind fathoms the family's net and she realizes that on the ship he does not receive this perfectly normal, human pleasure. Sex for his people must be something of which to be ashamed, instead of celebrated and revered, shared and worshiped. After much time her penis retracts, her legs and arms entwine with his. They breathe deeply together. Hours later, she wakens. Sunlight lances through the window, onto the bed. On their sides, they have become spooned, her ass touches his penis. She glories in the feel of his morning erection. She lifts her leg, finds him and pushes him back inside where he belongs. She snuggles into his body and pulls a strong arm around her. His wide hand encloses her breast. He massages it. "I love you," she says and moves her hips. He slides within her. He pushes back, but rolls them over so she is on her stomach, legs closed between his. She cannot hide her smile, her pleasure, her achievement. She knows little about him and yet, she knows they should share their life. Her body responds to his movements. His cock slides in and out, faster and harder. She feels his body, his muscles, his weight. She is bounced as he slammed into her. She greets the morning with a shout as he comes into her once more. Rolling over, clutching each other, she presses her own sudden erection between his legs, moves her hips, rubs. "I feel so complete with you! I've notified all my sisters and they're eager to meet you. They want you, too." He stares wide eyed. "They do?" "Yes. An ... an, orgy I think you call it. We shall greet you with sex, join you into our cluster, a fun orgy of love and panting. We are ready to accept you with open hearts, arms and legs." She laughs and tries to fuck her hardness into him. When she has managed to insert into his anus a small sound tinkles. Tiny, almost imperceptible. With a shocked expression, he leaps off the bed. "They found me! How? Did you tell anyone who I am?" "Just my family and those of us who enjoy sex with starpeople." "Oh, fuck. You know what's happened? Someone blabbed. They found me. See this?" He holds out his arm. The tattoo glows red. "They fuckin' tracked me down. I don't want to go! I love you, Lita!" She reaches. "Perin!" Another bleep. He steps, stumbles. A rainbow archway appears behind him and three dark objects with snaking metallic tentacles grasp his body and pull him through the rainbow. All in a second. The rainbow winks and he is gone. Smiling, feeling incredibly turned on, she grasps her aching solid cock and pumps vigorously. The encounter went well and she loved him as she should. Her friends in the underground cluster are elated. They tune into her, feel her rising crescendo, come with her when it breaks loud. They gasp relief with her coming. They live her feelings, understand her loss and theirs, and ready themselves for another day. "Come home," they ask and yearn. "Come home, Lita. We're here for you." XXX This short story was written April 2007 and originally released on asstr in a different form. I love to hear from readers and enjoy exchanging real life experiences and fantasies. Hozzel.
  25. Over the recent hot weather I’ve noticed more men wanting to hook up and fuck. More men on the different apps, more men hanging out later, etc. I’m not sure what’s going on, but Kinsey either must be wrong about men not wanting to fuck when it’s very hot or something else is at work here. Perhaps the lifting of some lockdown restriction plus good weather plus having been relatively sex deprived for most of the last year is finally having an impact. I’m no exception. In the online communities where I hang out, there are more horny men cranking each other up sharing their pics and stories. I was already horny and looking for a good solid fuck but was wound up extra tight by life stresses and the summer hiatus with my regulars who are starting to travel and vacation after the lockdowns. Looking around on Adam4Adam, there’s been the usual onslaught of fake profiles targeting older men with love and data harvesting scams. So much so, that any new profile ends up feeling suspect by default. I got a smile from a profile that was much more populated than your usual scam profile and the text was about passion, giving unconditionally, and tantric practice. In his mid to late 40s, shorter and smaller than me with an athletic build, this Latino man was an uncut versatile top but with no stated dick size. That can be an ref flag or just an indication that they like to keep some mystery in a hook up. In his pictures he looked wiry, muscular, trim, and lightly furry. In one picture there was a glimpse of a strong chin with salt and pepper scruff above a tank top clad torso. Mmm, seems real enough not to be a bot and very promising. Sold. I messaged him saying that I really liked the feel of his profile and he reacted with “Yummy”. I said that it would be great to play one day, and it turned out he was visiting, staying with family, and not able to host. I asked him if he fucked bare and he said he was open to it. When I responded that I only fucked bare and that earning his cum was an important thing for me, he responded “Good answer”. Then I asked about HIV Status, as it was also missing from the profile, although he was Covid vaccinated. He asked me why I was worried about it, and said that he was the best status you could find – undetectable. I told him I wasn’t worried at all, but just like to have everything on the table, finishing with my commitment to take any and all seed. That’s when he identified me as an overachieving and “dedicated seed craver and taker”. His words. Then instructed me when we met he didn’t want any loads in me and for me to be as tight as possible. Clearly someone who knows what they want. Then there was some figuring out just where and when we could get together and play. He was staying about a 15-20 minute drive away from me and wasn’t familiar with the area, so I did some research and found a park where guys hook up fairly close to where he was staying since he had access to a bike, and not a car. Then he asked to share face pics and a smiling handsome scruff covered face sealed the deal, we both liked what we saw. He asked if I thought I could make him cum inside me and I said we’d work on it together. Then he wanted to know if I could continue to fuck after he or I cum. I let him know I was down to take as many loads of his seed as he needed to pump inside me. He said he hadn’t cum in over a week and was holding a big load. Better and better. Usually I don’t fuck until early afternoon as that’s when my body is at the best time for me to prep for it. That day I was meeting a regular man I’m becoming very attached to for a few hours of play in the early afternoon, so my only option to give him the tight unbred hole he wanted was that morning. I’d had no action for 10 days, so I’d be perfect for what he needed. We set a time and place in the park, and I headed there early wanting to scope out where we could fuck in the bright sun of broad daylight. Wandering the area near some boat ramps on the lake, I found some narrow lakeside trails that snaked through tall native bushes and shrubs. One that was more protected from inland, but more exposed to the water, and another that was protected from both, but closer to the main walking path. Knowing the options now, I waited for him to show up, exploring nearby and getting a feel for how many people would be near our potential breeding ground. After some trouble finding the place, I shared the location on a map and he arrived on his bike. Looking exactly as advertised in tight shorts and a looser t-shirt, we said smiling hellos and chatted as we walked to the places I’d found earlier. After some looking at both spots, he locked up his bike and we went to the more protected one from the trails and, as I walked through ahead of him, he reached out to stop me by grabbing my shorts around the waist and pulling me back to him. Silently, he slipped his hand down my shorts and briefs finding my hole and massaging and testing it. He made a chest deep satisfied sound of approval and pulled my shorts down to just under my ass, so he had full access to my hole. I sensed him squat down behind me and I bent forward to feel his mouth and tongue making out with my hole, massaging and feeling the muscle with chin, lips, and tongue while breathing in the smell of me. I moaned softly pulling my ass cheeks open knowing that we were so close to the walking trail as he thoroughly wet my hole with his saliva and made all my nerve endings come alive rasped by his stubble scrubbing over my skin. Standing up, he pulled his shorts and underwear down to mid-thigh and stepped in close enough to me that I could feel the heat of his body against my skin in the noon day sun. I asked if he needed lube, but he’d already pulled out his own rubbing it into my hole and on his cock. Then, dipping a strong slender fingertip inside me, he touched my shoulder indicating for me to bend over again, I reached forward, set my legs, and reached back to pull my ass checks apart for him again. He rested his slick cock on the tight knot of muscle I was presenting to him, pressing into the well of it and feeling it flex until his uncut cock popped me open. I heard him breathe out as he felt me stretch around and over him. He pulled out to apply more lube as I was nicely tight for him, just as he’d wanted, and then gripping my hips he pulled me back onto him as his hard cock slid snugly inside me and I exhaled willing him deeper. He leaned forward against me, his mounded chest muscles pressing into me, as he reached down and back between my legs for my cock, but it was in an awkward position for him to reach and his clear intent to use my main sex organ sent all the blood there. I knew he wanted to make me cum, something I rarely do to stay horny for the next breeder. Holding my right hip, his left hand reached out to grip my shoulder and pulled me onto his root firmly as he ground his cock up into me with a circular motion. This stretched me inside, and I felt his trimmed bush brushing the sensitive skin around and inside my hole as his furry thighs rubbed my own and I realized how wiry and strong this breeder was. I bent further forward to reach back and run my hands over his calves and thighs and they had the rock-hard firmness of a very fit man and, reaching back up to his ass, I realized he was much more muscular than he seemed at first as his ass was full, round, and undulating from side to side as he stretched me over his cock. He seemed to be reveling in being as deep inside me as he could be and getting every part of his cock covered in sensation. Then his hands both moved to my shoulders as he started to lengthen his stroke and then pull back into me to grind firmly home each time. He realized at some point that we were very visible to anyone on the lake, so he turned us so we had our backs to the water. I loved that his deep grinding filled and stretched me so much rather than the shallow fucking some tops do to tease a bottom into begging for more. Still, he was clearly doing it because it gave him pleasure. He was grinding into me so deeply now that it was taking a lot of strength to counter his thrusting and keep my balance. He was moving his hands over my body, touching me at shoulder, neck, bicep, waist, hip and thigh as he changed the angle of his body and the sensation he got from my ass. He reset his legs closer to me, changing the height of my hole and angle of his cock to get the deepest penetration and I felt him grab my hips and pull himself into me so firmly, very slowly grinding, and realized he had started to swell and throb out his cum filling my ass with it. As I contracted my hole muscles milking him inside me, he held himself in me deep for a minute or so, ensuring that I got every drop of his seed. As he pulled out slowly, I focused on keeping my inner muscles relaxed and only contracting my hole muscle as his uncut knob slipped through it to keep his seed inside me. I immediately dropped down to suck his cock clean and take the little dribbles of cum still oozing from his foreskin into my mouth. Like most men after cumming his cock was extremely sensitive so I moved slowly and lightly to clean him. I was amazed at how sweet and delicious him cum was, and collected and savored every offered drop. Once there was no more cum, he immediately pissed into the bushes, a great practice to help prevent UTIs, and did up his shorts. We kissed, touching each other. I was feeling very full and submissive and confirming how strong his body was by running my hands over it only made me want him to use me more. He’d been mostly silent, considering where we were fucking and the people nearby, but now he said “I wanted to throw you around into different positions, but I can’t here” sounding a little frustrated, saying “I want to do this with you in a bed”. When I remarked that if felt like a great deal of cum inside me, he agreed saying that he cums a lot normally and that he hadn’t cum in over a week. He was surprised that he came in me relatively quickly for him. He doesn’t always cum when he fucks, and that when he does it usually takes a very long time. He thought that the tightness of my hole and how much I wanted him to fuck me, how good it felt, and the situation made it more arousing for him. He’ll be in town a few more days, so I gave him my contact information if he wants to manhandle and throw me around in a longer session on a bed before he leaves. He’s been scoping out moving here, so I’m hoping that if he does we’ll have more opportunities in the future. Filled with his cum and smelling of sex, I got into my car and drove to my fuck buddies place, so he could spend a few hours fucking that big and delicious load deeper and deeper into my fertile hole.
×
×
  • Create New...

Important Information

By using this site, you agree to our Terms of Use, Privacy Policy, and Guidelines. We have placed cookies on your device to help make this website better. You can adjust your cookie settings, otherwise we'll assume you're okay to continue.