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When you're known in certain circles as a cum whore and cock hound, worlds of opportunity open up to you. I received an invitation from a friend of my father inviting me for a sail on His boat over the Christmas/New Year holiday. The guy is in his mid-40s, has a beautiful body, sharp wit, and a magnificent cock, and likes to fuck me, so I readily accepted his invitation. The next day a first class air ticket to Miami arrived via FedEx. I caught the designated flight and was met at the airport by a stunningly handsome driver who was wearing an open neck shirt and extremely tight trousers which beautifully encased his ass. He grabbed my bag, tossed it into the trunk of a the Town Car. (I might note I never saw my bag again until the cruise was over and I was en route back to the airport.) He drove me to the marina where I boarded a beautiful sail boat, meeting my host, Jack, and the rest of the crew, which consisted four other men: Jack's 19 year old son, Evan, a college freshman on winter break; Evan's college buddy, Sean; and two other men who were friends of Jack's, both about his age, both of whom were in excellent shape. I knew nothing about sailing, but it quickly became apparent I wasn't expected to help setting sails or navigating. Instead I learned the duties of 'the cabin boy' as one reads of in novels about whaling. For ten days we cruised the Caribbean and each day I received at least one load from each of the crew members. It was especially awesome when Jack and Evan split roasted me, which they did almost daily. I loved my role in fostering a healthy father/son relationship. In fact Evan and Sean once double fucked me. The other guys were generally content with one-on-one encounters, although no one was shy about fucking me in the presence of the others. I should mention there was another benefit of the trip: I got a whole-body suntan as I was totally naked the entire time, except when we were in port, where I was encouraged to wear one of those absurd, low-cut Japanese speedos, or a thong. When we returned to port at the end of our journey, the hot driver with the Town Car was there with my bag. I was taken to the airport and caught my flight back back home with the memories of a great Caribbean cruise (and, of course, the three loads up my butt-plugged cunt).
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Yesterday, about mid-afternoon, i got a text from a FB. "A bunch of guys are here to watch the game. Come on over for halftime." Now there's an invite that a faggot like me cannot resist. Don't come for the game; come for the halftime. i hustled on over to my fuck bud Thomas's house and got there just before half time started. Thomas had three totally hot buds there. And immediately the fucking started. Now as proficient as these guys are and as accommodating as my cunt is, it is neigh-on to impossible for all four of them to fuck me during a 20 minute halftime. Indeed, only three of them had rutted in my ass before the second half of the game started, so i had to stick around so that the fourth guy could get his shot at my ass. It turned out to be a good break for me, because they let me hang around for the rest of the game so i could fetch them beers and take their piss so they didn't have to miss any of the action. i don't know who won the game (or for even that matter, who was playing) but there was a celebratory round of fucking after the game was over. I fuckin' love the NFL.
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It Is Not Yet 11:00 A.m. And I Have Been Fucked Six Times Today
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I woke up this morning and found myself in a strange bed with a unfamiliar cock pumping my ass. I quickly reconstructed the events of last night and remembered I had gone home with a dude I had met in a bar, and he was now pumping my ass cunt. As he unloaded, he snapped a pic on his phone, commenting he was sending the pic to some of his buddies. Before the dude even withdrew from my ass his phone rang. "Yeah, Jake" he said, "I'll keep the bitch here until you arrive." I was still cleaning off the dude's cock when Jake arrived -- all 6'5" of him, and he was stripping off his jeans as I was finishing cleaning the dude's cock. Jake was in me in one thrust, complementing his buddy, the dude. "Nice load, bud. I love to fuck a pre-lubed ass." As Jake was pounding away, the first guy's phone rang again. Even over Jake's 'trash talk' as he pounded my pussy, I could hear the dude promising the caller I'd be waiting for him. And in fact Jake was still going strong when Sam, the next guy, walked in. So while he was waiting for Jake to finish, Sam let me suck on his awesome ten inch coal black cock, sort of pre-lubing it. As soon as Jake shot his load and withdrew Sam was in me and pounding away. I had been awake maybe an hour and I think my ass didn't have some cock in it for all of five minutes during that hour. Sam was a slow fuck, taking his time and working up what proved to be a totally awesome load, half of which went up my ass and the other half of which blew on my face as I was cleaning him off and, as I was doing so, in walked a pair of identical twins. They each kissed the first dude, thanking him for the invitation (and the pic). Then they immediately start to work on my ass cunt, alternating eating me out. After a couple of minutes the first twin inserted his cock pumped away for several strokes, then he withdrew and the second twin slid in, also pumping away. They kept this up in an alternating routine for a good half hour until one of the twins exploded in my ass, followed immediately by the other entering my shit chute where he also promptly exploded. I lay there exhausted and thought 'Oh, fuck, I'm going to be late for work', so I got to my feet, and quickly dressed, even as the cum dripped out of my ass, and gradually dried on my face, running out the door to my office. Wait, you say. That's only five! Well, the sixth was the UPS driver, who has the build of a NFL linesman. I'm well familiar with his awesome cock, and when he saw me staggering into the building as he was backing his truck up to the loading dock, he took one look at me and asked "How many loads, bitch?" He knew me all too well. "Five," I confessed. "Room for one more?" It wasn't really a question. As I said, he knew me well. "Always got room for your load," I responded. So he took me right there in the back of the truck. He wasted no time, shooting his load in less than five minutes. I love it when the day gets off to a good start. -
We had a hell of a snow storm around these parts over the past weekend. It was no surprise, the weather stations had been forecasting it for days, predicting almost to the minute the time it would start and end and almost to the tenth of an inch, how much snow actually would accumulate. So no one was surprised, and things around our town started closing down around noon on Friday, since the snow as projected to start falling around mid-afternoon. Around 11:30 i got a call on my cell from my friend Steve. "You guys closing at noon?" "Yep, you too?" "Yeah. How about I pick you up and drive you home. Maybe we can pick up some lunch before the blizzard hits." "Aw, thanks But that would be out of your way." Steve lives in a far out suburb; I share an old house with a bunch of guys in a close-in suburb. "I'll just take the subway home," i added. "Fuck dude. The whole town is closing down at noon. The subway's gonna be mobbed." Steve is a difficult guy to say no to. Mid-40s, ex-Marine, body of a Greek God, mind like a trap, cock of death. "I'll be right at the front door of your building at ten after twelve," He ordered. "Be there." And so i was. Steve was, as promised, right there in his four-wheel drive Range Rover or some such vehicle. And it was clear almost immediately that we were heading in the direction of Steve's palatial suburban home rather than my place. "Hey, you're going in the wrong direction," i protested." Steve answered: "I said I would take you home. It's not gonna be your home, dude. You'll be much happier being snowed in in my home. Lots more room to have fun." I just sat there. As i said, Steve's a difficult guy to say no to. When we arrived at Steve's place, there was another car in the driveway. "Ah," said Steve. "I see that Joe and Jim already are here. And before the snow started falling (mid-afternoon, as predicted) three more guys showed up. Steve pulled me aside. He explained that he had set up this little party for his best buddies knowing that we would be snowed in for days. No one was going anywhere. And he promised his friends that i could take it. "Don't let me down bitch," he cautioned. And, he advised, "Joe and Jim are married and they are both poz, but I told them that you take all loads and don't discriminate." Things started slowly. Steve and a couple of the guys were playing a basketball game on the x-box, when Steve decided that he wanted his cock sucked. So right there, without breaking stride with his game, he order me to suck his dick and i did, bringing him to a nice climax. He cuffed my ears because his orgasm caused him to miss a three point shot on the x-box. Within the next hour, Joe and Jim were spit roasting me in the living room, each one depositing a load in my respective holes, and then changing places and each depositing a second load. Before the snow was 9 inches deep i had taken at least one load from each of the six guys. i slept that night with Steve, although not a lot of sleeping was to be had be either of us, and when we awoke in the morning the snow as a good foot deep and Steve and I went out on the deck off his bedroom, totally naked and we fucked in the snow -- but quickly i have to say. I wandered down to the kitchen to make breakfast for the guys like a good faggot. The guys ate omelets, i ate a lot of cum and drank a lot of piss. It snowed all day Saturday, and no one went outside as the wind picked up something fierce. And i got fucked, all over the house: in Steve's well-equipped gym in his basement, on the living room sofa, on the hearth in the library in front of a blazing fire (i got my ass roasted in more than one way), in the sauna, in the kitchen in front of the stove as i was making dinner. i slept with Steve Saturday night too. he fucked me as soon as he got into the bed. He woke me up at about 3:00am for another fuck. I took care of his morning wood, and then he fucked me in the shower immediately afterwards. Sunday morning was a continuous fuck fest as the guys all realized that the snow was scheduled to stop around mid-day. And it did stop. But, it was another whole day until the road to Steve's house was plowed, so we were all "captive" for another day and a a;f of fucking action. A surprise dividend, but no one was complaining --least of all me.
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I traveled to New York City for work a week or so ago and decided to stay over the weekend and hang with some guys I knew from college. It happened to be the weekend of the New York Marathon, so there were a large number of hot guys running around town, but more important, it was Halloween. I looked up my buddy, Bob, and we hung out all afternoon -- had a late lunch, did some shopping, saw a movie, and then we went back to Bob's place for some pre-dinner sex. Bob is exploring bondage, so the sex culminated in my being spread eagle on his bed, my wrists tied to the headboard, my legs up over my head, my wrists and ankles tied together while Bob long-dicked me for a good three quarters of an hour before he finally had an explosive orgasm. The position in which I was placed enabled Bob to stare straight at me while he was fucking me, and there was a lot of tongue-fucking during those 45 minutes (while Bob wasn't otherwise calling me a whore or a cunt or a bitch or otherwise talking dirty. Maybe like wine does generally, Bob sure had gotten better with age, (or maybe was the bondage), but whatever, Bob was one hell of a lot better fuck than he was in college. Afterwards we showered, dressed, and went out for a nice dinner, hooking up with Steve, a friend of Bob's, and Steve's husband, Brad. After dinner, Steve and Brad invited us back to a Halloween party in their neighborhood. The party was held in an apartment where some five or six guys, by no means a big crowd, enjoyed some wine, weed, and recreational pharmaceuticals. There was also an elaborate fuck bench in the middle of the living room. Steve explained how he liked to fuck his hubby Brad on the bench, and my friend Bob asked "Do you tie Brad down?" "No," Steve replied, adding "Brad is a willing bottom." Steve would have none of that. Being newly into bondage, Steve argued that the sex is just fucking hotter when the bitch was tied down. "Let me demonstrate," he suggested. Some rope appeared out of nowhere, and before I knew it, I was naked, positioned on the fuck bench, my wrists and ankles tied together while Bob ate out my ass, preparatory to another invasion. Then the doorbell rang. Brad answered it, and two guys entered and shouted "Trick or Treat!" Now, as I was tied down, and face away from the door, I can only imagine they were wearing some sort of costume, but I can't say for sure. In any event, before anyone could say anything, Bob withdrew his tongue from my cunt and exclaimed "Here's the treat, right here. Go at it, guys." And before I knew it, a totally anonymous dick was in my pussy and pumping away like mad. The dude came in about five minutes and no sooner had he withdrawn than his buddy had taken his place and, in one thrust, was balls-deep, aggressively banging at my inner ring. Meanwhile the first guy who had fucked me leaned over and whispered in my ear, telling me what the other guy was about to do with and to me. Then a massively explosive orgasm ensued. The guy withdrew from my ass, and someone else, presumably one of the original guests, slid into my pussy while the guys generally chatted, saying this was a "Fucking great Halloween," and "This treat beats the shit out of M and Ms, or Hershey's Kisses," or whatever. Now, as Steve and Brad live in a pretty gay neighborhood in an apartment building that is almost entirely populated by gay guys, the word got out about the goings on in my ass. Over the next several hours perhaps six or seven trick or treaters showed-up got their treat. In between visitors, the original party guests got their treats, and I was given some chemical stimulants to keep me peppy. I'm not big into chems, so, to say the least, the effect on me of all of this was electrifying. It was maybe 5:00 AM on Sunday morning when I was finally untied. i was weak at the knees and my legs were wobbly and cum was dripping down my leg. I have no idea how many loads I took, but Brad proudly informed me I had undoubtedly set a new record for the building, possibly for the neighborhood. I thanked our host for his hospitality and he remarked I had made his life difficult. "Next time I throw a party, I'm gonna have to top this. I don't know how."
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my friend Max called. Now you got to know this about Him. Max is maybe early to mid-40s -- amazing body, flawless skin, groomed perfectly. About 12-15 years ago, he sold his internet start-up to one of the big players and made about a cajillion dollars. He hasn't done a lick of work since then. Rather, he works out in the gym about 2 hours a day, six days a week. He runs, does yoga -- all in an effort to build up the strength the keep up with an insatiable sex drive. (And i -- and my sore cunt -- can attest to the degree of his success in that regard every time Max and i get together.) In any event, Max called and asked if i wanted to go on a two week cross-country drive with him -- keep him company and help with the driving. Well, Max drives a Ferrari, so the help with the driving part was attractive, and a couple of weeks alone with Max, knowing i'm gonna get fucked at least twice a day certainly was attractive. So i arrange to take a couple weeks off of work. my boss is pissed, but he finally relents. At the end of our second day on the road, we pull into this little town somewhare in Ohio or Indiana or some God-forsaken place and Max looks up an old friend -- i'll call him Steve. We're had dinner in restaurant and after dinner we all go back to Steve's house and a conversation between the two friends ensues: Steve: "So what's with you and the boy?" indicating me. Max: "Oh, he helps with the driving and i fuck him every morning before we take off and every night after a long day on the road. And sometime he gives me really awesome head while i am driving." Max looks at me and gives out one of his killer smiles. Steve: "Nice." Max: "You want at him?" Steve clearly does, so Max turns to me and simply instructs, "Why don't you suck Steve's cock, boy." And i do, giving Steve one of my trademark blow jobs. Steve is panting for air when i am done and Max immediately pulls down my jeans and is in my asscunt balls deep in one thrust. I still have Steve's cock in my mouth, sucking the last dregs of cum out of it when Max is pumping my cunt for all he's worth. Steve is goggle-eyed, but no sooner does Max shoot an awesome load up my ass and pull out then Steve is in me, long dicking. And so a long night in East Bumfuck, Ohio (or wherever) ensues -- first one of them then the other, and the grand finale, both of them at the same time. Life is good. We sleep at Steve's house and the next morning, after my morning fuck from Max, and a good bye fuck from Steve we hit the road. The next night we pull into another of these small towns somewhere and Max looks up another "old friend," this one called Joe. We no sooner get out of the car when Joe says "I heard from Steve. I understand that your boy is quite talented." Max agrees and offers my talents to Joe and his roommate. Joe, the roommate and Max then go at my cunt for several hours before Max and i excuse ourselves and head for the motel for a good night's sleep. And so it went cross country. Each night we pull into some town, Max looks up a friend, who has been advised of my talents from one of the guys who had fucked me a day or two before, until we get to some small town in Colorado. We pull into town, check into a motel and Max is looking for a restaurant. "You don't know anybody in this town," i ask. "Nope." So we have a nice dinner, talking about the incredible beauty of the American West that we have seen on our journey, and secretly, i am kind of looking forward to a quiet evening, getting fucked only once by Max (although getting fucked by Max is quite enough, usually) rather than six of seven times by Max and his frends, and i am not really paying attention to Max, who is chatting with the waiter -- a good looking guy around my age, maybe a little younger. By the time i regain my senses, Max has invited the waiter back to our motel when his shift is over. "And bring any friends who might be interested in fucking my boy or a first class blow job."
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When i was in college, pulling an "all-nighter" meant staying up all night to study for an exam scheduled for the next day. Pulling an all-nighter was an admission, sub-silentio, that you hadn't done enough studying during the term, and you needed to engage in this extraordinary, intense studying in order to make up the deficiency in your knowledge of the subject matter (which in my case, most usually was chemistry or physics or biology -- one of the sciences). These marathons usually were facilitated by the use of drugs (that is, certain pharmaceuticals) and of course sex -- since fags KNOW when the other fags are about,which ones are sleeping, which are hanging out at the gym or the all-night reading room at the library. But i digress. i am not in college anymore -- no more exams; no more need to stay up all night. Except.... Last night I met a friend at a bar we sometimes frequent. The place was not too busy on a Thursday night. We chatted over beers, made out a little, but there was nothing going to happen and about 1:30 or so, my bud headed home. i wasn't ready to head home just yet, so i sauntered over to the bar and chatted up the bartender while he went about his closing the bar rituals. The barman was hot in the typical gay bar manner -- skin tight leather chaps, a leather jock, ass open to the world (and what a gorgeous ass) no shirt, leather arm band, dazzling smile. At closing time, he and I were alone in the bar as the cleaning crew had not yet arrived. He steered me out and locked the door. His roommate/lover/husband -- whatever, i never caught the name or the official position -- pulled up at just that moment and gorgous barkeep hopped in the car. "Need a ride?" he asked. Well I did, as the subway had stopped running. So they took me to their place where the three of us settled onto a large couch, we each grabbed a beer, a spliff appeared out of nowhere and was passed around, and the roommate/lover/husband fired up some porn on the huge flat screen. It didn't take long before the two of them had undressed me, and the barkeep was tongue-fucking my ass, preparing it for roommate/lover/husband to fuck me. As soon as the dude shot his load, the barkeep long-dicked my cunt, while roommate/lover/husband was on his phone texting his buds like crazy. Soon the parade of men came through the apartment, each man more gorgeous than the one before. I don't know how they did it, but my cunt was not empty for more than 30 seconds all night. No sooner had one guy shot his load and withdraw when, in a flash, the next guy was in balls-deep. There was continuous fucking from about 2:30 A.M. until about 7:00 A.M. Eleven loads -- all raw. I also ate a few. Now my pussy is sore, so I took the day off to recuperate. After all, the weekend is coming.
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Who Says The Republican Debate Didn't Do Some Good?
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i decided to accept my buddy Bob's invitation and go over to his place and watch the Republican debate with a bunch of his friends. We are all not so much true blue Democrats or liberals or progressives as much as we are anti-Republican. i had no great expectation that the debate would be enlightening, but figured there would be a few good laughs, and a night with some nice guys, having a couple of beers and maybe smoking some weed seemed like a good idea. Bob introduced me to his friends and noted that iw as one of the best fuck he had ever had. Well, it was apparent from the start that the "debate" would not be enlightening, but what was startling was how frequently all of these Republican assholes were misciting facts or misrepresenting the truth and no one was calling them on it. Like the moment when Jeb Bush said that his brother, George W. "kept us safe," and no one even mentioned that 9/11 happened on his brother's watch. Well, the guys were getting pretty worked up about this, until someone suggested that whenever one of these lies was uttered and went unchallenged, instead of screaming at the TV, the dude who spotted the misrepresentation got to fuck my ass. Well, all i have to say is "thank you" Republican assholes, and "thank you" CNN for extending the debate to three whole hours. And there certainly were enough misrepresentations of the fact to keep me and a whole bunch of fags busy (although I am certainly glad that i was the only one). The guys were lined up all night long and the fucking continued until well after the debate was over. And thank you Donald Trump for the incredible number of lies and misrepresented facts that emerged from your addled brain. Who says politics is dull and uninteresting? -
For my sophomore and most of my junior year in college i was in a "relationship" with my Economics professor. i got straight As; but in honesty i think the As had nothing to do with the fact that he was fucking me. i got an A in the introductory course that was taught by a different professor (and i had no interest in fucking her). True, the fact that he was fucking me 2-3 times a week might have encouraged him to give me the benefit of the doubt in grading, if that situation ever came up, but i think i pretty much earned those As. But i digress. my prof. was a stunning looking man, late 30s or early 40s, more than 6 feet tall, awesome body, prematurely graying hair, piercing blue eyes. He walked around campus like a true athlete and girls swooned. Sorry girls. This dude is seriously into boys. Anyway, we are laying on a bearskin rug in front of a roaring fire at the prof's lakeside lodge on a late November afternoon, in post-coital haze. Prof is sucking on a blunt and passes it to me. i take a hit and pass it back. "What are your plans for semester break?" He asks. Exams end just before Christmas and the second semester doesn't start until mid-January. "Don't have any plans, really. Probably go home and hang with my dad and brother. Why do you ask?" "Well, my buddy Jim is moving his sailboat from Florida to one of the islands and he's looking for crew. I'm going to help him out and i thought you might like to come along." i thought about it for a few moments. "I don't think so," i said. "i can't afford air fare to Florida and beside, i don't know the first thing about sailing. i wouldn't be any help." Prof. responded. "Don't worry about it boy. I'll cover our airfare. And believe me, you'll pick up on boating really quick. Come on, we'll have a great time in the sun." So i agreed and emailed my dad to tell him i would not be home for Christmas. As the departure date grew closer, prof started instructing me on the elements of sailing after we had fucked, and told me stories of his previous abventures in the islands and with his buddy Jim. When i suggested that i really needed to get some clothes for the island climate, prof told me not to worry, he'd make sure i had appropriate clothing. So, when he picked me up for the airport, on the day after my last exam, i had packed light -- couple pair of shorts, a couple tee shirts, tennis shoes, a couple pair of sox and toiletries. As it turned out, of these few things, i would use only the toiletries. When we arrived in MIami and got into our hotel room, prof handed me this tiny little plastic bag. "What's this?" i asked. ""All the clothing you'll need on the boat," he responded. i opened the bag and saw one of those absurd, expremely low cut Japanese speedoes, in black, and a thong in royal blue. As things turned out, i wouldn't wear even those "garments" very much.
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Why Baseball Is The Greatest Game Man Has Ever Invented
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My buddy Glenn telephoned this morning to say a few guys were coming over to his place to watch the baseball game on TV, wanted to know if i was interested. Well, I love baseball and I especially enjoy watching a game with a bunch of guys who are into baseball, which is, in my mind, an elegant, sophisticated game! Beside, this was an excellent excuse to spend time with Glenn, who is a gorgeous guy, with the dick of death. In any event, by the time the game had started, there were, counting Glenn, seven men, eight if I was included in the total, but truth be told, as a fag, I scarcely count as a man. There are fans of both teams present and naturally there was quite a bit of banter as to which team was better, which would win, which had the better offense, yada, yada. Glenn finally put a stop to the arguing saying "Tell you what guys. For every run the Nats score, one of the Nats fans gets to fuck my fag friend here," pointing to me. "And for every run the Brewers score, my fag friend here will give one of you Milwaukee fans a blow job." And so it was settled. No one asked me, but I wouldn't expect to be consulted on what an Alpha wanted to do with his dick. And beside, I was hardly going to protest. Well, the Nats won, nine to five. That meant getting fucked nine times and giving five blow jobs, all within a three hour period of time. Was I tired? Yeah. Was I sore? Fuck yeah. Was I happy? You better fuckin' believe it. Would I do it again? Well, there are 162 games in the major league season, and there are less than thirty games left to this season. I wonder where Glenn has been all summer? -
I was running some errands this morning and ended up at the supermarket, where I was buying some groceries for the week, when I ran into an old fuck buddy in the produce department, We struck up a conversation while each of us was squeezing the vegetables -- you know, the usual, stuff: what ever happened to Xxxx? have you seen Yyyy recently? Did you see the totally hot guy Zzzzz was with at the club last week? That kinda shit. Then he mentioned he was having a bunch of guys over for brunch and suggested I stop by. So, I took my groceries home, grabbed a quick shower, got into a pair of mesh basketball-type shorts, (no undies), a boy beater and flip flops and headed over to the dude's house. Now admittedly, I was dressed provocatively. That's just the slut in me, I guess, but that was about as far as I had thought things out. Anyhow, I got to my fuck buddy's house, rang the doorbell, but there was no answer, but I could hear voices, so I realized the party was in the back yard, so I walked around, where I found my host cooking on a gas grill and about ten hot guys, standing around, drinking mimosas and gabbing. They all fell silent when I rounded the corner of the house. Looking up, my fuck buddy paused from cooking to announce "Guys, this is the slut I was telling you about." Two of the guys come over and strike up a conversation, and their hands are all over me while they are explaining how glad they are to meet me. Within ten minutes, my shirt was off, and my shorts were down around my ankles, I was bent over a picnic table while one of the guys was eating my ass out in preparation for a long, hard fuck. The backyard assembly has grown quiet, ominously so. There are low murmurs of approval as the dude entered my cunt. He was balls deep in mere seconds. A lot of cocks are out being jerked as I got the first load of the day. Within seconds after the guy shot an impressive load up my cunt, he withdrew and another guy lined-up his cock for rapid entry. And so it went. The brunch lasted from 11:00 am until nearly 5:00 pm. The only thing I ate was whatever liquid protein I was able to swallow. Oh, except that when the last guy had shot his load up my ass, my host shoved a sausage up there in lieu of a butt plug. "You can take that out when you get home, bitch, and eat it there." And I did. I always do as I'm told.
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A fuck buddy invited me down to Florida. His friend keeps a large sail boat down there and the dude wanted to bring it North before the hurricane season started. Now, I don't know fuck about sailing, but it quickly became apparent I was not on board as a sea man, but rather as a dump for semen, I now think I understand the role of the "cabin boy" in those old novels about whaling ships. There were four guys in the crew: the dude who owned the boat, my FB, and two other guys, both named Pat, who, it turns out, were married to each other. They were all fucking gorgeous, each around 6'1 or 6'2, maybe 180 lbs of solid muscle. They looked like they all had the same trainer at the gym, but they didn't all live in the same city, so that was not likely. The shortest cock in the bunch was maybe eight inches hard. The guys mostly hung out and did their sailing stuff in shorts or speedos. I mostly (meaning universally, once we left port) hung out naked. That way, I was ever ready to fulfill my duties. I got fucked by each of them at least once daily, and mostly more often than that. The two Pats (Pat F. and Pat.. D) liked to take me on together, one at each hole, and switching from time to time. Once they tried to double fuck me but it didn't work out. That was on the last night, and they promised that if I could make it to their place, they'd try again, but as they live in some gawdawful place in Indiana, that meet-up is unlikely. My nights were pretty much spent being summoned from cabin to cabin so that the guys could unload the tensions that came with a day of sailing. Sometimes things were so 'tense' that a guy would have to unload and release all that tension (not to mention sperm) two or three times in the course of a night. There was a lot of fucking on deck, and sometimes during the day as well. I got myself a nice sunburn. And apparently, sailing is such serious stuff that it is impossible for a "sailor" to leave his post when he needs to piss. So they'd call for the "cabin boy" and I would just take the dude's cock in my mouth, and swallow his piss while he stayed on duty at the wheel or hauling rope or whatever. The journey took eleven days. I think we probably could have done it a lot faster, but everyone was having a good time and no one was in a hurry to see the voyage end -- especially me.
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i got to the gym this morning at about quarter of six, my usual time, and headed to the locker room to change into my gym duds. i undressed, and was stuffing my jeans and sweatshirt into the locker and rummaging through my bag for my jock and gym shorts, when this dude, who i had seen working out but didn't really know, came up behind me, inserted a finger into my hole and said, "Don't get dressed slut, there's a party waiting for you in the steam room." With that, he literally steered me into the steam room with his finger up my ass. And there was a party. When my eyes got used to the steam, i saw five guys (including the guy who brought me) arrayed around the room, all with raging hard-ons."All right," I said. "Who's first?" "I'm first" said the guy who had led me into the steam bath by my cunt. With that he pulled his finger out of my hole and took me, right there, standing up. "See what i said, guys," he exclaimed to the assembled group. "This slut has a snap-in cunt." He grabbed my hips and moved them in coordination with his thrusting, and pretty soon, both of us were cumming. One of the guys leaped from the bench where he was sitting and wrapped his mouth around my dick to capture what was left of my load. "I'm next," he declared. And so, within about an hour and fifteen minutes each of them had fucked my ass, and i had given blow-jobs to two of them. One guy announced the time. They all filed out and the last guy to leave turned and said, "Too bad you didn't get to work out boy." "That's okay," i said. This was one of the best workouts i've had in a while, Sir.
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my dad had been letting His buddies fuck me for a while when His buddy Mark (not His real name) suggested that He take me on a little trraining vacation. my dad was all for my honing my skills and learning new ones, and readily agreed (although in hind sight, i think some money may have changed hands). And so, my first visit to Palm Springs -- a long weekend in the early Spring. We arrived at the airport, and Mark had rented a jeep -- an awesome vehicle, open to the skies and the sun and breeze. i had never been to anyplace so hot, and the breeze, whenever we could catch it on the drive to our resort, was welcome. i won't mention the name of the resort here because i probably was just barely above the age of consent at the time and i don't want to cause any trouble. But i have to say that resort living in Palm Springs -- especially for a cum slut bottom -- was a revalation. As acrive as my sex life had been, i had never imagined anything like that. As Mark and i drove to the resort, Mark had me remove clothes; first my shirt, then my shoes and socks, then my jeans. We were driving through town in an open jeep with me "dressed" only in my jock, attracting the stares and jeers and cheers of the pedestrians and other drivers. i sensed a foretaste of what was to come. We pulled up to the resort office and we got out of the jeep. i was carrying my small gym bag (Mark had insisted that i pack light, but as things turned out, i needn't have packed much clothing at all). Mark gave the clerk behind the desk His name and the clerk retrieved our reservation. The clerk kept staring over at me, and complimented Mark. "Nice boy you have there." Mark answered, "Yes, he's an awesome fuck. You're welcome to try it out anytime." The clerk grinned widely. "Even now, and here?" he asked. "Sure," Mark responded. The clerk beckoned me over and Mark nodded, instructing me to obey. i moved over behind the counter and with one motion, the clerk was in my pussy. He just snapped right in. i had never experienced that before. Mark took out His cell phone and was talking to someone in His office while the clerk gave me a frenatic fuck. After he shot his load, the clerk pulled out with an audable popping sound, Mark finished His phone call and we headed off toward our room. To get there we had to pass the pool and there Mark encountered two guys He knew, both naked and sunning themselves. They stopped to chat and Mark inrroduced me as His boy-whore. While Mark was talking with Guy-1, Guy-2 inserted a couple of fingers in my twat and exclaimed, "my goodness, you've already had his ass this morning Mark. You dirty old man!" "Wasn't me," Mark explained. "The desk clerk just had him. He's pre-lubed, dude, why don't you have a go." And so the Guy-3 did. Right there on the pool deck, while Mark anf Guy-1 chatted on, and an audience of other resort guests gathered. When he was done, his buddy had at me, and so, i got fucked three times before we even got to our room. When we got to our room, Mark, of course, fucked me, but not in the room, but rather on the balcony of our room overlooking the pool, wirh me standing at the railing and Mark standing and taking me from behind. And so my first weekend at Palm Springs. i was fucked morning, noon and night -- in the room, in the sauna, by the pool, in the pool, on the grounds. i was fucked by probably every guest and most members of the staff. i got an overall tan,since i don't think i wore any clothing the entire weekend. Some guys wanted to use condoms, but Mark let it be known that condom use was not required and in the end most of the guys fucked me raw. i have been back to Palm Springs several times since, but in all honesty, nothing will replace the wonder of that first trip.