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Chapter 1: The Making of a Sailor It was dark down here inside the ship’s hull. No light could penetrate into the cargo hold in the night time. Dark, but not silent – the endless creaking of the ship’s wooden fabric and the masts, the rushing roar of the ocean’s waters on the outside of the hull, the sloshing of water in the bilges – the cargo hold was always a noisy place. By rights, Andrew should have been asleep in his cot. But he had an appointment down here which he was anxious to keep. Earlier in the day, he had cornered one of the apprentices, a handsome youth named Peter, and told him, “Meet me in the aft cargo hold at midnight.” Since he was the second mate, and Peter a rank beginner as one of two apprentices in the crew, Andrew had no fear that his orders would be disobeyed. The ship’s bell rang, pairs of strokes with a pause after each pair. Four pairs. Eight bells. “Where in hell is Peter?” Andrew wasn’t aware that he had actually muttered the words aloud. “Here, sir,” another voice responded out of the darkness. Andrew peered in that direction and caught a glimpse of a pale form coming towards him. As Peter drew nearer, Andrew was pleased to see that he had already taken off his shirt. “Good. You know why we’re here.” Peter nodded, and without further ado slipped out of his trousers and underclothes, exposing his lower body – the buttocks swelling in a tempting curve, the cock already lifted clear of his balls. Andrew did the same, gesturing wordlessly to his erect manhood. Peter dropped to his knees with all the grace of his eighteen years and went right to work on Andrew’s tool. With almost no delay, he managed to get the whole thing deep into his throat. Andrew smiled between his moans of pleasure. An experienced young man, not a rank beginner who had to be shown what to do at every step of the process. Andrew was prepared to train newcomers, whether to sail the ship or to suck and get fucked, but he much preferred to work with more experienced young men. Peter was experienced – no doubt about that. His talented mouth and throat worked wonders on Andrew, and before long he simply had to pull his cock out. He didn’t want this to end until he had sampled the young apprentice’s enticing ass. He pulled Peter to his feet and spun him around. Peter knew exactly what was intended. This man wanted to get right into his hole with no waste of time and get his rocks off as fast as possible. Well, that was fun enough in a way – but he was hoping he could entice the hunky second mate into staying a bit longer. Perhaps he could even flip the action if he played his cards right. He’d certainly noticed Andrew’s hand straying to play with his own ass as Peter sucked him. Peter planted his hands against the frames of the hull, leaning forward and thrusting his sweet round ass cheeks out and up. Andrew’s hand landed there again, several times, with considerable force, before it slid into the crack and his fingers began playing with Peter’s hole. Andrew’s cock jutted up even harder and higher as he felt that squirming hole clenching at his fingers. It was time. He added some more spit to his hand, wiped it over the head and down the shaft, and then pushed the blunt tip of his cock up against Peter’s hole. Peter pushed back, opened up, and in no time Andrew had entered him stretching him open, and thrusting further and further inside. It took only moments until the second mate’s tool was completely embedded inside the apprentice’s welcoming ass. At once, Peter’s ass began squeezing and chewing on Andrew’s rampant cock, so much so that Andrew wasted no time before beginning to hump the apprentice. His pumping action picked up speed rapidly, and the air was filled with resonant smacks as his hips bounced repeatedly off Peter’s lush round ass cushions. Peter reached down with one hand to grasp his own cock, but Andrew smacked the hand away. “No! Don’t touch it. Save yourself!” Peter grinned at what he took to be the meaning hidden within those words. He flexed his muscles, working his tight hole around the second mate’s dick, squeezing it harder and harder. He wanted this man’s cum load inside his body. Suddenly, Andrew pulled away, and snarled at Peter, “Get on your back on the deck.” Peter obediently laid down quickly on the boards, rolling onto his back and lifting his legs into the air as Andrew dropped down beside him. Andrew got himself into position, planted his red, throbbing tool against the hole, and pushed his way inside again. Peter let out another loud moan, a moan not of pain but of satisfaction. Anyone could tell that this slim, young apprentice loved having a rock-hard man’s cock inside his body. Andrew resumed fucking, pushing down into Peter’s ass over and over. Peter stretched his arms out, wrapping them around Andrew and pulling him even closer. This was the kind of fucking Peter really liked – close in, face to face, arms holding his partner as close as possible. Andrew kept heaving his hips up and down, driving towards the moment when he could seed this boy’s cute young ass. Then Peter stretched his arms downwards, grasping Andrew’s ass firmly. The second mate had just time to think, Oh my stars, this boy’s got really long arms – and then Peter sank his long forefinger deep inside Andrew’s hole. He knew he was taking a risk. Doing something like this to a superior could get him thrown off the ship, figuratively – or even literally, and with all the sharks in the ocean around them, that would certainly prove fatal. But he had guessed and taken a chance. And his guess proved right. “Oh, my god, that feels so… keep doing it, boy!” Peter kept fingering Andrew, working around until he suddenly hit the magic spot. He’d found his own, quite by accident, when he was fooling around with his own ass one day. Then an older sailor had taught him that every man has one, and how to find it. And now, his long arm and slim finger had found Andrew’s spot for him. Peter rubbed the little lump two, three, four times, and then Andrew suddenly slammed in hard, seized right up, and held himself against Peter’s body as his cock erupted, spraying an enormous load of cream inside the boy’s taut, round ass. Peter cried aloud in delight as he felt the second mate’s warm sperm gushing into him. But he didn’t pull out his finger. He was still hoping. In a couple of minutes, Andrew’s breathing slowly diminished to normal as he regained stability after that enormous climax – and it was right about that time that he realized that Peter still had a finger buried in his butt, the sensation of that finger rubbing at his magic spot was still incredible, and (most of all) that he wanted to feel a dick inside his own body. “Did you spend yet, boy?” “Not yet, sir.” “Good. Get that rod of yours inside me and drive it in there until you’ve dropped all your seed into my hole.” “Yes, sir.” Peter squirmed out from under Andrew and pushed the second mate down to the deck. Andrew laid down on his face, spreading his legs apart and waiting for the invasion. He did not have long to wait. Peter was thrilled at the thought of plowing and seeding Andrew, and he couldn’t wait to start. In no time, he had Andrew’s ass lubricated with his spit, the hole quivering from the repeated invasions of his tongue, and had his cock in place, pushing against Andrew’s tight little hole. “Relax, dammit!” Normally, Peter would never have dreamed of using such language to the second mate. But he had the man under him, he was going to fuck the second mate’s furry butt, and he was expected to dominate, to subdue, to control, and to mark his man. Having invited him to switch roles, Andrew couldn’t very well complain at being ordered around. Not that he wanted to complain. Andrew had started out acting the role of the man in charge because that was what his position in the ship demanded, but the truth was that he actually enjoyed being dominated and controlled. And now he was going to get exactly what he wanted. And Peter gave it to him. The apprentice with the smooth body and the angelic face gave a mighty shove and buried his eight inches to the hilt inside Andrew’s butthole. Andrew yelled aloud, and Peter silenced him with a flat-handed slap. “You wanted it, you’re getting it, so shut your gob!” Andrew moaned loudly as Peter began pumping into him, but another vicious slap put a stop to that. Peter had learned much from all his previous experiences with being fucked by men, and he used it all, stirring his dick around inside Andrew’s guts, dragging it out, and then slamming back in on the exact angle that would hit the magic spot inside Andrew on each plunge. It was working. Andrew was getting more and more wound up as Peter drove into him, quickly approaching the point of no return again. Peter knew it too. It was plain that this strong, aggressive treatment was turning Andrew’s crank in a big way, and Peter knew that it was time to push the lordly second mate all the way to the wall. He abruptly speeded up, driving in and out of Andrew’s hole at top speed like a mad thing. Andrew cried aloud again as his cock spasmed, shooting another load of his sperm onto the deck under him. The sudden contractions of his tight hole did it for Peter, and in seconds he was slamming up against the second mate’s muscled cheeks, bursting the dam and erupting multiple shots of his white-hot sperm into the older man’s fuck tunnel. This time both of them took longer to recover. It said much for the enjoyment he’d taken from the experience that second mate Andrew actually turned over, embracing and kissing and caressing the boyish blond apprentice at some length. And then, abruptly, their cuddling reverie was broken by a loud moan not far off, a moan which was quickly followed by the sound of several wet splats against the deck. Peter sat up suddenly. “What was that?” Andrew muttered, “Must have been the captain’s boy. He’s always prowling around at night. Get your clothes on and get out of here.” “Yes, sir.” Both of them chuckled at the sudden pointed tone in Peter’s voice. Less than a minute later, the hold was quiet again – well, as quiet as it could ever get – apart from the solitary figure groping around in the darkness, until he found what he was looking for. His hand wiped up several globs of man cream off the deck, and he licked and sucked them clean, moaning in pleasure again at the taste. There followed some quick slapping sounds, and then another series of splats as he added a few extra shots onto the deck to join the ones the second mate and the blond apprentice had spewed there not long before. In the early morning sunlight, George Treston appeared on the quarterdeck of the ship, named Ernestine IV, looking out at the skies and estimating the weather with a seaman’s trained eye. He owed his position as an apprentice to his father. George’s father wasn’t merely the captain of the Ernestine IV. He owned this ship and three others, as well as dock facilities in Jamaica, Antigua, Barbados, and the Bahamas. The Treston company was a known and respected commercial presence throughout the British Caribbean Islands. George stood with his feet braced apart, swaying easily and naturally with the send of the vessel as it climbed and swooped over the waves on passage from Jamaica to Antigua. This in spite of the fact that he was barely fourteen years old and only on his second voyage. That is, it was his second voyage as a formal member of the crew with assigned duties. You could only call it the second time if you discounted the many earlier trips in which he had sailed as a boy, following his father everywhere above and below decks and learning the essentials of the trade – and of some other incidentals – by watching, listening, and remembering everything. As it happened, he was remembering the lively scene he had witnessed in the cargo hold the night before. The memory was making him grow hard yet again. George had been intrigued, not so much by the role of Andrew, the second mate, as by his fellow apprentice, the smooth-skinned, blue-eyed blond boy named Peter. He’d looked like a son of the gods when his clothes had come off, and George wanted to enjoy coupling with that beautiful body the same way that Andrew had done. Of course, getting a chance to be fucked by either Andrew or Peter wouldn’t be a bad thing either. George had seen it all but had yet to experience any of it – beyond the thrill of playing with himself. His attention shifted again, as a change in the wind called for the sails to be trimmed anew. George scurried to join the others at the halliards. Once the bustle of trimming settled down, he resumed his thoughts. The early growth of George’s seafaring knowledge and skills had owed much to his father’s insistent drumming of the essentials into his head at every turn as he grew up. It owed even more to the fact that trade between the multiple islands of the Caribbean, and between the islands and North America or England, had been the family business for several generations. The letter “IV” in the name of the company flagship, Ernestine IV, was proof of that, she being the fourth flagship of the Treston firm to bear that honoured name. Ernestine had in fact been the ship’s cat in his great-grandfather’s day, a more than dedicated mouser and ratter. The sailors in Ernestine’s time claimed that she was the most valuable member of the ship’s company. None of this was ever explained to outsiders. They were left to suppose that “Ernestine” had been the lady love of the company’s founder back in Bristol. Let them think that. It wasn’t something that George’s father, Edward Treston, had ever talked about, either, maintaining a resolute silence in the face of persistent questioning from George’s mother, an island woman whom his father called Esmeralda. George’s earliest voyage of all was the absolute height of foreshadowing, not to mention unorthodox. The boy set sail into the world of ships and the sea via the birth canal. His mother produced him after an extended labour aboard a small coastal vessel making a rough passage from Kingston around Jamaica to Montego Bay. She had informed her “husband” Edward that she wished to go to her mother’s people on the north shore of the island to birth her child, and to be cared for afterwards. Esmeralda was no fool. She knew perfectly well that Port Royal was full to the brim with highly competent gamblers, bootleggers, and whoremasters, but suffered from a distinct shortage of such feminine luxuries as trustworthy midwives. Edward had consented to her plan, albeit reluctantly, and in accordance with local tradition had given the captain of the coastal trading packet a substantial bribe, with the promise of as much more to come, once his wife was delivered safely and unharmed to her mother. After that farewell, he had himself set out on one of his regular trading voyages to San Juan. The treacherous waves accompanying George’s birth were triggered by the catastrophic 1692 earthquake which swept most of the boozy, riotous pirate city of Port Royal into the ocean, taking the headquarters of the family business with it. Edward’s timing for his voyage to Puerto Rico had been perfect, in the sense that he and his ship were unharmed although somewhat tossed about by the ensuing seismic waves. After returning to a wharf and warehouse which were missing in action from an acreage of land which was no longer to be seen, George’s father shrugged, wrote off his losses, and set to work to start over again. In the event, this actually meant setting up shop in a newer and bigger warehouse and wharf farther up the bay on the inland side of what remained of Port Royal Point, facing the site on the mainland which would henceforth be known as Kingston. In due course, Edward built up a fleet of four vessels. Once George had reached the age of eight, his father began taking him along on some of his trading trips around the Caribbean Sea and up the eastern coast of the Thirteen Colonies. Not so the longer voyages to and from England, which lasted for months at a stretch. Captain Edward needed to supervise his company’s affairs on the spot, and disappearing into the far reaches of the North Atlantic Ocean for months at a time was a task best left to his subordinates. Was George’s father actually married to his mother? That was something that George was never able to find out for certain. There had certainly been a ceremony in Port Royal, of a sort, presided over by a gentleman dressed in the robes of a Church of England divine. Edward George Treston and Esmeralda had sworn the oaths of a conventional marriage to each other and had honoured those hallowed oaths – at least in word, if not always in deed. But there was a catch. There was no formal certificate of marriage. Port Royal being the kind of city it was, the odds were pretty good that the presiding “clergyman” was actually a former priest of the Church of England who had been defrocked due to sinful excesses of gambling, drunkenness, whoring, you name it. The wedding, then, such as it was, likely lay well outside the bounds of the orthodox marriage vows. That, as matters developed, was certainly an omen. Like most men from Europe who found themselves in the islands, Edward Treston made no real pretence of being faithful to his wife. Esmeralda might have been the light of his eye, but there were others who drew his attention below the waist. Esmeralda knew this perfectly well, going to great efforts to try to flush any other women away and out of his life. Perhaps it was fortunate for both of them that she remained unaware that there were also men she should have driven off. Edward’s onboard adventures had begun when little Georgie, less than a year old, was still being cuddled and nursed at all hours of the day and night by his mother. Need it be explained that Edward was a seething mixture of frustration and physical discomfort by the time his ship sailed after a two-week break ashore? His mating organs nearly burst into flames on the spot when Hugh, the boatswain, introduced Sean to him, explaining that the previous apprentice had disappeared before he could be paid off. Sean had providentially been right there on the dock when he heard Hugh complaining that they needed that extra pair of hands and the young guy who had taken off would have to be replaced. Sean immediately stepped forward and offered himself, and after a few quick questions was brought aboard to sign the apprenticeship agreement. Watching as Hugh issued orders and the crew made sail and hoisted in the anchor, Edward was pleased to see that Sean listened and followed orders uncommonly well for a novice, not to mention the enticing sight of his buttocks rounding out the seat of his breeches. His upper body was soon on even better display as the tropical heat forced him to strip off his shirt. Edward could have sworn that Sean had caught his eye for a second and had then begun to twitch and clench his ass muscles in alluring enticement. When Sean came off watch duty at 8:00 that evening, Edward was waiting for him. “Sean!” “Yes, sir?” “When do you go on watch again?” “Not until 4:00 in the morning, sir.” “Good. I have a job for you to tackle. Come with me.” Edward led the way down to the stern of the ship, where he opened the door of the captain’s cabin. As soon as Sean saw the bed, his face broke into a hot grin. When Edward closed the door, Sean immediately stepped up, reached out, and palmed his crotch through his breeches. “Is this the job you had in mind, sir?” Edward’s quiet moan confirmed that Sean was on the right track. So did the roaring erection which bulged up inside his pants in no time flat. Edward quickly realized that Sean should already be rated as “Able Seaman” in at least this area of work. His new apprentice was far from inexperienced, and very soon a wet stain was growing on the front of the captain’s breeches. By this time, Edward had torn off his shirt, and he now stepped away to remove his breeches as quickly as possible, until he was standing in the cabin naked. Sean positively licked his lips in anticipation as he went down to his knees and began to lick on Edward’s rigid cock. The captain groaned aloud as the young but skilled apprentice went right to town on him. His hands buried themselves in the boy’s flaming red hair and pushed him repeatedly down onto his senior officer’s manmeat. Sean knew exactly what he was doing, and he knew he was going to get results as a steady stream of sweet juice leaked out of that swollen dick and onto his taste buds. But even with that hint, he was startled at how soon the climax came. In barely two minutes, the captain began panting, “Oh… oh… oh… ohhhh…!” and then his muscles convulsed, and a thick blast of white cream exploded into Sean’s sucking mouth. Sean sucked and swallowed as fast as he could, but he was no match for the flood which backed up in his mouth and flowed down his chin. Edward grasped at the timber framing of the ship for support as his knees began to give out under him. Edward gasped for air as Sean swallowed the last of his load and then stood up in front of him. His bright green eyes locked with the captain’s dark brown eyes as Edward gradually recovered his normal poise. “Will that be all, sir?” The question sounded perfectly respectful, but as Sean asked it, his hand went again to the captain’s cock, giving it another squeeze. As he did so, he noted with pleasure that the tool in his hand showed no signs of softening. Nor was that surprising. “Not in the least.” Edward reached out, grasped Sean’s hand, and drew him close. He kissed the boy’s lips lightly at first, then much harder, as his hands reached around to grasp the young ass and draw him closer. Sean was loving being embraced so tightly by this impressive man, but he wanted to feel it closer still. He took one of Edward’s hands and guided them to start pulling his shirt up over his head and off. Edward drank in the sight of a taut young body, lightly dusted with freckles as he might have expected with a redhead, with the pert nipples poking out at him. He then lowered his hands, and began tugging the boy’s breeches down and off, exposing the lower half of his body to view. No argument was possible. Sean’s ass was a thing of beauty, and Edward couldn’t wait to enjoy it. He turned Sean around and stepped up behind him, rubbing his wet cock up and down in Sean’s crack as he worked his hands up and down the front, from the pec muscles to the cock and balls. Then it was Edward’s turn to drop down onto his knees and bury his face inside Sean’s deep crack, spreading the round hills of the youthful ass apart so he could drive his tongue right down and into the hole. Here, again, was the proof that Sean had done this before – and many times. Almost at once, his tight hole yielded and let Edward’s tongue slip inside him. The captain kept tongue-fucking the apprentice until Sean was moaning nonstop, murmuring, “I want it… I want it…” over and over. Edward stood up again, spat in his hand, spread it around the head of his tool, and then planted the bulbous tip against the hole and began to push. At once, the boy’s ass spread open, and his head slid right inside before the muscles snapped shut behind the rim. He then pushed on, slowly but steadily, as his shaft sank all the way inside this beautiful young hole. Sean was sighing and moaning quietly in his delight as this stalwart man took him all the way, fucking his hole right to the bottom, over and over. As the speed of the fuck increased, Sean braced himself against the massive oaken rib curving up along the cabin wall, straining to hang on as his captain used his ass, fucking him into a dazzling haze of erotic sensations. That firm, straight cock was bumping up against his button every time it drove in, and Sean knew he was going to cum soon. He tried to hang on, but in just another minute the captain was fucking the cum out of him – and he hadn’t even grabbed and stroked himself. “Awww… fuuuck…!” he cried aloud as the sperm rocketed up his shaft and spilled onto the deck in front of him. Despite the sudden clenching spasms from the muscles, the captain kept right on fucking him, harder and harder. In moments, Sean began cumming again, and then yet again. Edward kept right on driving into him as the waves of orgasm kept washing over him. The repeated muscle spasms gripping his cock started pulling Edward up to the brink, and then he erupted in multiple shots inside Sean’s clenching channel. Finally the cum stopped flowing, Edward stopped moving, Sean stopped cumming repeatedly, and the two of them slowly wound down from the most incredible climax either of them had ever experienced. When Sean’s ass forced Edward’s slowly shrinking dick out of the hole, it was followed by a tidal wave of his hot sperm. The semen flowed gently down Sean’s legs, even as Edward tried to lick it all up. Then he stood up, turned the dazed apprentice around, and kissed him deeply, using his tongue to share all that hot cream with his partner. Sean clung to him, partly in ecstasy, and partly to keep from falling over. That powerhouse fuck and endless orgasm had really worn him out. When Edward realized that Sean was struggling to stay on his feet, he picked the lad up and carried him in his arms over to the bed. He laid Sean down there, pushing him back against the bulkhead, and then lay down next to him, drawing his partner into his arms. They embraced and kissed gently. “Sean, that was amazing.” “Amazing doesn’t begin to describe it.” “Would you like to do this again?” “Not tonight. I’m done.” Edward chuckled. “I meant tomorrow morning. Or tomorrow night. Or whenever.” Sean realized exactly what Edward wasn’t precisely saying. It took him just a few seconds to think of a comfortable bed versus a swaybacked hammock, sensational sex on tap, and best of all the tenderness in the captain’s voice when he’d asked his question. It was an easy decision. “Yes, I would. I’d love to. Thank you, sir.” And they fell asleep together, arms wrapped around each other. In the morning, he’d sucked a first load out of the captain’s dick to wake him up properly. Then, that night, he’d let Edward fuck him and cum inside him twice more. Scarcely deterred even then, he’d sucked Edward into yet another erection, took that raging tool back into his hole – and the two of them had fallen asleep like that, big and little spoons, with a blissful smile on Sean’s face. He loved falling asleep with a man’s hard meat deep inside him, and Captain Edward, experiencing that treat for the first time, found it just as enjoyable. The two of them had remained a regular couple, at sea at least, for several years. Between Sean when out at sea, and Esmeralda when at home, Edward was completely contented. In time, Sean’s skills on the business and navigation side of things led Edward to appoint him as first mate of one of his other ships, Euphemia. He and Sean both missed their long relationship, losing no chance to revisit it whenever both of their ships were in Kingston at the same time. Now, with George having come aboard his ship, Captain Edward restrained himself from any further activities of that kind as he bent his energy instead to raising the next generation of the Treston family. It was an active education. The captain was a stern taskmaster, and he began at once to drill his son in the fundamentals of seamanship. He also tutored the boy in mathematics and astronomy, scientific backgrounds of immeasurable value in a shipping business. By age 10, George had his own sextant and was taking noon solar sights and working out the ship’s position with commendable care and accuracy. In practical terms, young George applied all the energy and fearlessness of youth to mastering the skills of climbing the rigging, and soon could be found racing up and down the ratlines with a speed which would have done credit to the most experienced of topmast men. Edward also lectured his son, in short but trenchant episodes, on the basics of the mercantile world, the skills of negotiating deals, the values of different cargoes, and the kinds of record keeping which would endear him to his shore-based customers. Edward wanted to shield his son from some of the rougher aspects of life on board ship, and had the young boy sleep beside him, on a small mattress on the deck in the captain’s cabin at the stern. Alas for good intentions, George was an even more than usually inquisitive boy and managed to explore all kinds of nooks and crannies – which was how he had first spotted men fucking together. He also managed to find out a good many other things which his father would rather he hadn’t known about – some of them involving Edward’s propensity for slick and underhanded business deals. One thing, though, he never learned about until years later, and that was his father’s liking for a firm male ass to fuck when a woman was nowhere to be found. George’s father knew without a doubt that his son was going to figure it all out sooner or later. Men at sea in wooden ships got just as horny as men on land, and they saw no reason to keep their bodily needs in check while out on the ocean and without female company. There was scarcely a night that didn’t see at least one roaring fuck scene played out in the cargo holds of any of the Treston ships. Other crew members, more brazen still, simply ripped off their pants, bent over the breech of one of the cannons, and took a fellow crewman’s raging erection right out in the open. In time, it was plain to see that Edward Treston had every expectation that his only son should follow him as the sixth generation owner of the family business, and he was making certain that young George should be as fully prepared as possible. Only son? Yes – and George was destined to remain so, as far as Edward was concerned. Nine years after her son George was born (and after she had miscarried twice), Esmeralda became pregnant again, under circumstances which had appeared decidedly suspicious to Edward. She had insisted, amid floods of tears, that the child was indeed his and no one else’s, but he remained doubtful. Then Esmeralda had given birth to twin girls, both of whom shared Edward’s distinctive dark-red hair colour when their hair grew in. Edward had the grace to admit contritely that he had been wrong. But Esmeralda wasn’t there to see or hear herself vindicated. She had died shortly after childbirth, bleeding uncontrollably, and George had suffered the first devastating loss of his young life. He had loved his mother, not least because she had treated him with great affection – which was more than he could say for his father, who often regarded him as more a business apprentice than his child. George was not altogether wrong in feeling that way about his parents, but he was very far wrong in extrapolating this to a belief that his father was incapable of any human feeling. The truth was far otherwise. Edward mourned for his Esmeralda, mourned to a degree which would have shocked many older and more experienced men than his son. The fact that he concealed his grief under his customary stern, gruff countenance when outside of his own private quarters proved less than nothing about his emotional state. In his own way, he was overset and knocked off his feet just as much as his son. Esmeralda had reached places deep inside his emotions which no one else had ever been able to touch in any way. Despite his pain and loss, Edward was acutely conscious that he had to make some provision for his three children, and he filled the gap in the lives of his infant daughters by acquiring Phoebe, a slave girl with a better than average command of English, to be their nurse. He then arranged, through his contacts, for her to live with the babies in the home of Richard Lajambe, another merchant who now lived full time ashore in Kingston. For his son, George, his provision was to take his son with him again on his next voyage.
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Them: white mature, salt & pepper furry, otter Me:, blad w beard -salt & pepper, furry, blk bear Another week had past. And I received another message asking if we can have another He buried in each place again my pits. Getting my smell into his beard, bathing in it. I focused on his nipples. He moaned as his eyes rolled back into head. Soon enough he was riding me. Fucking himself, panting and moaning. Into the spooning fuck, but sadly my cock wasn’t up for giving a load. But he was more then happy with the fuck. As I left. He said his hole was “purring.” So a good time eitherway.
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Them: white mature, salt & pepper furry, otter Me:, blad w beard -salt & pepper, furry, blk bear A week had past since we had played. And I received a new message ask if I was for another round play. This time I was fresh from the gym. So my sweat scent was stronger. As he began before, he began drink in scent. Sniffing and moaning from the smell of my crotch and pits. He buried in each place. Getting my smell into his beard. Soon again he was perched on my groin, play with each our nipples. The moans and growls that came from both of us went on the length of our time together. He rode my cock again. Fucking himself, panting and moaning. As mi cock hit his warm insides. I shifted him again into the spooning position. This time I moved onto my knees, as they laid in the fetal position. And soon enough my load was inside him again. “Good you cum a lot, even if it just once. It more than most guys give me,”…
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This is the story of my wife's second threesome. This happened about two months after we started dating, long before we married. Her first threesome, about two weeks before, had been a success, but the guy's cock was just average, and my wife is a complete size-queen. We decided to do another one, and put up an ad on an internet dating service. I honestly don't remember which one, but possibly adult friend finder. We got an answer from a guy named Will, a black guy, built like a running back (and he was a former CFL player), with an 8" slab of thick cut meat. At the time I was living alone in a loft apartment, and my future wife had a room-mate, so I arranged our date for friday night at 7. Zoe showed up around 6 with an overnight bag and a bottle of good rum, She was shaved (the girl is typical greek girl hairy, but she shaves aggressively), her ass was douched, her hair arranged in gorgeous ringlets. She slithered her 6'3" volleyball body into a skintight red lycra minidress, black fishnet pantyhose, and red hooker heels. Slut red lipstick rounded out the look, which was basically 'escort you cannot afford'. I mixed her a good strong rum and orange juice, to calm her nerves. She tossed it back, then nursed a second one. A glow rising on her chest and cheeks. At 7:05 the buzzer rang, and I went down to let our guest in. He looked better than his photos, actually. About six feet tall, 260, one of those guys that is solid and muscular, but doesn't really taper at the waist. His arms were big, muscular and defined, he had obviously stayed in shape after leaving football. I led him to the freight elevator that serves our lofts, cliche as fuck but still fun. It's actually been used to shoot films since I lived there. I've often regretted selling it. I ushered him in, to find my wife mixing herself a third drink, and one for each of us. We sat down in the living room, beneath the large shelf that held the bedroom on the second level. We chatted. His drawl was from Atlanta, it turned out, where he had played college football as first an end, and then a fullback. He'd spent a few years playing for the BC Lions, and chosen to stay in Canada. His citizenship had actually only been confirmed that year, and since football he had gone to UBC, graduated, and worked for one of the hospitals as a pharmacist. He was easy to get along with, and quickly my wife was touching him and flirting, teasing him. Eventually she came right out and asked us to take her up to bed, so we did. She was quite drunk, giggling when I threw her on the bed and told Will to rip the crotch of her fishnets. Of course there were no panties beneath, and Will immediately went down on her tasty cunt. He lubed his fingers and began to play with her asshole as well, quickly getting deep with two fingers, and making her grunt and cum hard within the first minutes. He kept his fingers grinding in her hole while he roughly ate her cunt, pushing deep as though smearing the walls. Years later figured out that was exactly what he was doing. I knelt at her face, alternating between fucking her throat, and allowing her to show off her skills. Soon he and I switched, I smiled as he forced her to clean and suckle her ass from his fingers. I had told him she was new to anal (She *hated* anal, until I spent an hour of our first date showing her how it was supposed to feel when the guy actually knows what he's doing!), but that she loved it, and was desperate to try DP. She was really drunk, so drunk I was wishing i'd curbed her a bit earlier, but nothing to be done now, so I lifted her long legs to my shoulders and entered her. She moaned around his thick cock, as she slurped and teased him. I made her shudder and cum. He fucked her mouth and gagged her, she clamped on my cock so hard as to pop me out. We switched, and he rolled on a rubber. She moved to all fours, a sloppy horny drunken princess, her tight dress hiked up around her hips, and pulled down from her high, firm breasts. Her mouth sought out my cock again, as Will went to enter her pussy. Problem was, with the rubber on, he wasn't staying hard. We switched again, she sucked him to rock hard and huge, rubber went on and it faded. She was so fucking desperate. Finally she looked straight at me and said, 'let him fuck me bare!' You need to understand that I had a vasectomy, she had no problem with me barebacking her, but she was NOT on the pill. I had not seen her so drunk before, but frankly the idea of this guy fucking her raw was hot, so I nodded. 'You heard the lady', I said, 'if you want to take her bare, it's her choice.' He grinned ear to ear, pulled off the rubber, and stroked it hard. I took Zoe's face in my hands and looked in her eyes 'He's going to take you now! Bare and fucking huge!' She moaned fuzzily, fucking wasted drunk, and my cock stirred realizing what I could do with this pliant little whore. She moaned and kissed me as he slid his slab into her, calling her a 'Good little slut for our hard cocks, aren't you Zoe? All drunk and whoring yourself out, aren't you Zoe? Showing your man what a nasty little bitch you are, so desperate for that big black cock you'll even let me breed you!' She moaned and came hard, mumbling to me what a slut she was, how she wanted to be our whore, that we could do what we liked...
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On a hot Summer evening, just as the sun was setting, Alex Russo sat on a park bench, smoking a fatty. Best described as an otter, Alex is 6' tall, 180 lbs and covered, head to toes in a carpet of curly black hair, with a mane of wavy black, shoulder length hair and sporting a scruffy goatee. Dressed in purple shorts, a yellow tank top with PIG printed in bold letters and drenched with sweat, he was truly a sight to behold. The weed was potent and Alex zoned out until he felt a finger poking his chest. "Hey there, pig! Seeing you here, all sexy, hairy and sweaty, I had to meet you! My name's Jack Babbitt, Blackie to my friends and I hope you'll be my newest one! I ain't seen you here before, so I'm guessing you're new to the area." Blackie was a dark skinned man, 5'6", thin, with a huge, old school afro, thick full beard and stache. He was bare chested, with both of his nipples pierced, and he wore a pair of baggy red basketball shorts which did nothing to hide his cock. "If I was out of line calling you pig, please forgive me!" Feeling a stirring in his own crotch, Alex replied, "There's nothing to forgive! I'm Alex Russo, but I've been called many names, all accurate! Just moved here a week ago and wouldn't you know, my air conditioner went on the fritz 2 hours ago. Sexy is what you see looking back at you in your mirror! Your pierced nipples look so chewable!" Blackie wiped the sweat from his brow and said, "Some guys get into tats, but in my case it's piercings! My air conditioner is working fine, so if you want to come to my place, you can chew on my pierced nipples and check out my other piercings! I do bite, but only when asked and only as hard as you like! One more thing, I hate being alone when I party and I don't mind sharing, but if you don't indulge, I'm cool with that! What do you say?" Licking his lips, Alex said, "You just made me an offer I can't refuse! I party and I'm willing to kick in for my share, unless you prefer another arrangement! One thing you need to know, I'm poz and undetectable! Never had a condom on or in me, so if that makes a difference, I'll understand!" "Music to my ears!" Blackie exclaimed with a broad smile. "I'm just like you, except for the fact that I tried getting fucked with a condom once and it was so uncomfortable that I told the guy to take the condom off or take off and when the guy chose to leave, I had no regrets! Honestly, if your butt is as hairy as the rest of you, I'm gonna enjoy fucking you and my ass is yours to fuck!"
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For many years I was a frequent visitor at a seedy, gay porno theater in downtown San Francisco. The feeling of a warm mouth sucking and deep throating my cock in a dark theater while I watched bareback porn and was high on poppers was awesome. I really enjoyed and miss the old men who were expert cocksuckers. I also miss the guys I regularly sucked in there too. Too bad it closed down in 2016. I wonder if there are cities that still have gay porn theaters...
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Having to travel for work is not very fun. I had to drive down south for a 2 day seminar, and was on my return trip. I was in one of the Carolinas, not sure now which one. I pulled into a rest stop about 3am. It was summer, very warm & humid even in the dead of night. I saw there were dozens of big trucks parked, most running, guessing to keep the air conditioning running. I was a little horny, and had some skimpy girl clothes hidden in the trunk. Thigh high black stockings, a shiny, tight gold mini skirt, black top, pumps. I looked up the zip code and put an ad on Craigslist saying I was a slut, practiced safe sex, and going to cruise the parking lot in 30 minutes. Went to the bathroom, cleaned up, and mostly changed. I put sweats on over my outfit, in case I ran into anyone coming out of the men's room. Decided to head to a corner of the rest stop where it was not illuminated to shed the sweat clothes, When headed there, I noticed several trucks now had interior lights on. Maybe this work trip will have some fun in it after all. While walking past the trucks on way to the corner, I hear a deep voice say "Hey Slut". I freeze. No one can see my slut clothes yet. The voice then says "Don't just stand there bitch, get over here!" I did as I was told. I walked to the sound and found a very large black man leaning against a truck. He said he saw the shoes, but wanted to know why I was not dressed slutty yet. I told him I was dressed under the sweats. "Then take that shit off, white bread!" I might be in trouble. But I did as I was told. This guy easily outweighed me by 100 pounds. "Now, start walking like you were, I'll follow" he commanded. He fell in step behind me and started grabbing my ass. We get to the dark corner, and there are a couple guys at a picnic table. I once again freeze, but get smacked on the back of the head. "You think I am the only one fucking you tonight? Think again! Just bend yourself over that table bitch!". Definitely in trouble. The guys at the table are also big. They start laughing as I get to the table. They are already playing with their massive cocks. I don't bend over right away, realizing my condoms were back in the pockets of my sweats. I start to tell them all "Listen, I left my condoms back there, I need to go get them". I am then forcefully bent over the table and held down. "Condoms?" the first guy says, "you're gonna take our poz loads raw, bitch!" I could not break free, no matter how hard I tried. The first guy pulled down his pants, revealing a bio-hazard tattoo, and an 11" cock. He positions himself behind me and forces his cock in me. God does it hurt. I had lubed when I cleaned up, but not enough for this monster, it felt like he was ripping me apart. After what seemed like forever, he stops pumping and unloads his hot, dirty load in my ass. It burns. And I can't stop it. The other 2 guys take their turns, but after that monster had torn me up, the other cocks did not feel too big. They still hurt, and both dirty as well. My rapists left me spent at the table. I had to wait about 10 minutes until I could walk. As I was headed back to the car, I hear another man in a truck yell "Hey Slut". I ran to my car and took off. Drove for 2 hours before I pulled off the highway and changed back into regular clothes and continued my journey home.
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My pig side is definitely returning despite the COVID-19 risk. After my escapades at the beach I’ve definitely been hungry for more. Sunday evening I texted one of my fuck buds to see if he was available. He’s what I call my preloader. He’s always desirous and willing to fuck my ass so I used to take advantage of him to preload my ass before going to communion or other sex parties. It was great to arrive already with a load up my ass. Sunday night I just wanted raw, dirty, anonymous sex. After I got my load from him I headed to cruise the park. With the virus I’ve definitely noticed an uptick in the amount of cruising happening in the parks. They were quite a few guys out but I was drawn to this older black guy with grey dreadlocks. Probably because he had this big floppy dick hanging out of his unzipped pants. I felt it’s substantial girth and weight in my palm before getting down on my knees to open my mouth up as wide as I could. As his dick grew harder, he took control of my head to force it deeper in my mouth. After a while, I shifted to a squatting position pulling down my gym shorts to expose my ass. I was hoping he wasn’t just looking for a blow job. Luckily he wasn’t and after stroking my cheeks and fingering my hole, he bent me over a water fountain and started to shove his way into my post COVID-19 tight ass. He blew while telling me that I had a good pussy for black dick. With two loads in me, I decided to check out the bathrooms. They are filthy and disgusting; mainly used by the homeless but guys do fuck in there. I walked in to find a masked Latino guy with his shirt and pants undone hanging out in one of the stalls. He beckoned me to join him and once I did, he didn’t waste any time. I didn’t even need to suck him! He had one of those uncut solid dicks that’s like a log. No taper to it. While fucking me he kept on asking me “do you like it? “ until he spurted his wad into me. I was hoping for one more before I needed to head home to at least get five hours of sleep before work. I ran into a sweet black guy with glasses that enjoyed my hole for a while but didn’t cum. I swear after this whole thing is over I’m going to be an open hole for an entire year to get all the dick I’ve lost during the pandemic!
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Moderator's Note: "Race Play" is a thing. It's fine as a fantasy in fictional stories. It's NOT OK in real life unless both people are into it. FIRST TIME STORY. Its fiction so be kind in your critique. The nigger texted my dad. Jack make yourself free and give me a call. Jack excused himself, said he needed to run an errand and left his wife at the dinner table. A groveling masculine voice answered. The nigger told my dad, I know you can tell by voice I’m not some sissy white man, but a big dick nigger. I’m sending you a pic to your phone. Look at it. Any guesses what that is, yeah it’s my big dick breaching the hole of a hairy white man’s ass. Try and keep your dick in your pants, that poor white hole is your son’s. Yeah, I’ve been tracking him for a while. Knew he was the son of yours, knew you hated us niggers, thought nothing funnier that ruining his hole with nigger dick and knocking him up with so much nigger seed you’ll be having black grand babies for years. You should have told him that wearing tight wranglers only makes that fat ass he inherited from you even more tempting. Wasn’t’ hard to get a bunch of my buddies to want to fuck him after I showed them pics. Even more wanted to join after I told him his daddy was a nigger hating cop. Was easy to get him back to my basement. Dumb kid thinks with his dick, goes to the bookstore to get his dick sucked through the gloryholes once a week. He really should have made sure the door was locked. Was easy for Vince to get into the booth. Kids pants were already down to his boots, and ass exposed. Vince says he was shocked when he saw this rough faced black beast come into his booth. And even more shocked when he felt Vince lean into his back and force Josh’s cock deeper into the mouth on the other side of the gloryhole. Kid was distracted by the deep throating long enough to not notice Vince grabbing a shard form his pocket and see him spit on his finger. but he certainly didn’t miss that shard being shove roughly up his hole. Apparently dumb bitch tried to buck Vince away at that point. Once that shit was absorbed it was easy to manipulate him. Pulled his jeans back up and drove him in his pretty new truck back to my place. Whore was glassy eyed by the time we got him inside. Feeling so euphoric he didn’t question anything just followed 5 dark brothers into my dingy basement. He sat like a little obedient bitch on that ratty couch between two buddies. They just got smirks on their faces and ripped his shirt off, pulled his boots off, yanked his jeans off too. Kid must have a jock fetish cause he was wearing a grey jock. We did care about his dick so we left that on. I told my boys to put his cowboy boots back on him. I wanted to rest them on my shoulder next to my face. I wanted him to think of me every time he wore his boots, Think of the bull nigger that tore up his hole, raped him raw, breed him deep and knocked up him. You should have seen that pretty light hole swallow my cock. Ill give it to him he grunted and took the pain like a man. Once I had opened up him a little bit I grabbed my tina laced lube and coated my cock and plunged back into that bitch. I wanted him so high that he would associate new levels of pleasure with being filled by black cock. He took to his like fish to water the tina had him moaning in no time. Funny thing is your bitch son might be gay but he certainly doesn’t get fucked a lot, when I blew my charged up load into that hole and pulled out it was pink with blood. I literally tore him up. We all got a good laugh at that. My boys know I don’t shoot blanks, my loads been strong as shit ever since the meds got too expensive. After I dropped my nut it was a free for all. Nobody wasted their time with his mouth. All of us can get BJ anytime, we wanted some redneck ass. By the way, a good nigger always nuts in a hole, we spread our seed. Your boy took 12 loads last night. Now look closer at the pic. Notice how red and puffy that hole is, that’s what a bunch of big dicks will do over a few hours to a hole. We cunted your boy. Boy must be sore, and you must be eager to get us to stop using your son. Here is the deal. We know how much you hate niggers let alone fags, so you need to meet us at the preserve in 15 minutes. That is if you don’t want your cop buddies and fire department friends to see this shit. Don’t worry we won’t touch you, we just want to see your face as we defile your kid one last time.
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I was in Houston on a family visit and lasted only three days before I knew I needed some dick and I needed it bad. I was staying with my family so getting off was really difficult and I had a 4-day load built up. Finally my opportunity to get out of the house came and I told my mom I was going to visit some friends and would be home late. So, I showered and got all cleaned out and lubed my smooth hungry ass and put on my favorite jock. I love to play with a sparkling clean butt. I like the confidence that there will be no surprises and wanted to be ready for anything. There was only one place that was going to get me where I needed to go; a bookstore - a sleazy, dark, smelly, nasty cum-soaked bookstore. It was just after dusk when I pulled into the parking lot which I noted was full. I got that exhilarating feeling in the pit of my stomach and suddenly became aware of my erect nips. I paid my entrance fee and went immediately to the back rooms. It was totally dark and took my eyes a moment to adjust. After a minute or two, I started making my way through the darkened maze. The smell of cum and poppers were strong. The fuck music was pounding away. The halls were lined with people standing around and checking each other out. I was only there about 5 minutes when I was approached at the end of a dark hallway. As I turned around, I brushed up against a tall guy. Before I could excuse myself we made eye contact and my fucking heart sank. I pegged him at about 26 or 27. He was about 6’3” or so, excellent body and black as night. He didn’t smile. He didn’t wink or anything. He just looked at me, grabbed my hand and started walking back down the hall slowly. He led us into a vacant booth and shut and locked the door. He yanked his T-Shirt up and over his head and behind his neck exposing a beautiful worked out chest. His skin was flawless and his pecs were tight and the color of coffee grounds. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me to his left nipple which I took to like a baby calf. I started licking all around it. It was shimmering and glistening in the light from the porn playing on the monitor. This turned me on so much I dove in and started chewing. He started moaning and twisting my hair pushing my face harder into his nip. He raised his left arm back and over his head exposing his deep dark pit. The smell was incredible. I licked from his nipple up to his pit and soaked it completely - taking it all in. I was high from it. My cock was raging in my jeans. I had my hands around his waist and felt his taunt hard butt. I rubbed across his crotch. It was warm and had a nice mound. His junk was stuffed tightly up in his jeans and felt impressive. I started unbuttoning his jeans and he helped me. He pulled his jeans and underwear down to his knees in one fell swoop and just stood there. I looked down and saw his ebony colored cut cock sticking up past his belly button. He had a tight black bush which was naturally trim. His cock was fat. I mean really fat. It was cut and had a nice thick head on it. I reached out and wrapped my hand around it. The heat that emitted from it was awesome. I guessed it to be a solid 8”, maybe 9”. It wasn’t so much the link that was impressive but the girth. I felt pressure on my shoulders pushing me down to my knees. I stopped him, for a moment to get out of my jeans as fast as I could, grabbing my poppers from the front pocket. I was down on my knees and smelling black bush in a flash. The smell of his crotch was spellbinding. I kissed his cockhead. I licked his dick and on the sides, underneath and all around to get it wet. I was so fucking horned for this dick that when it was soaking wet with my saliva, I grabbed his rock-hard ass cheeks, took a deep breath and stuffed that fat fucking pole down my throat. As soon as the head got stuck at the back of my throat, I felt his hands on the back of my head and together we stuffed the rest of it in. He let out a guttural moan and I started to gag a little; but immediately got it under control. I was leaking spit onto his balls, but my front teeth were eating his bush. I had this big black obsidian cock buried down my throat. He was moaning and started fucking my throat while I was tugging on his balls and working my jaw and throat muscles like a starving whore. I started jacking my own cock, but let it go for fear of blowing too soon. He pulled out and modeled his cock for me. I think we were both surprised that I was able to take him all the way. He looked down and wiped a puddle of saliva from my chin and smeared it onto his cock and shoved it back into my mouth all the way. I could hear him say little things under his breath like, “Take that bitch.” and “Eat that fucking black dick.” These were the first words I heard him say. After about 5 minutes my jaw was getting tired so I released his cock and dove for his balls. He lifted one leg up so I had better access. I was anxiously trying to stuff both of his smooth balls into my mouth at the same time to do a little tea-bagging, but it was difficult. Finally he reached down, grabbed his left nut and helped me stuff it in. My mouth was full and my cheeks were puffed out. It took a moment to figure out my breathing, but once I found a rhythm, I started bathing his balls with my tongue. My man was moaning and writhing above me. He was dipping down to get more of his nuts into my mouth and pulling up and down to intensify pressure on this nutsack. He had two handfuls of my hair to help him drive his nuts back and forth. His hard shiny black dick was slapping against my forehead leaving a slimy residue on my face. He finally pulled his nuts slowly out of my mouth causing a “plop” sound and then lifted me up. I stared up at him wondering what was coming next. Then I felt his big hands slide down my back to my ass. I arched my back pushing my ass out onto his hands. I wanted there to be no confusion as to what I wanted. He touched my pucker and I began to purr. He turned me around and bent me over. I was immediately nervous that I didn’t have enough lube. As he was rubbing his cock up and down my ass crack, I was loading up on saliva and spreading it on my hole. I reached back between my legs and got his cock really slick and wet appreciating that I had the foresight to pre-lube my hole before I left home. He slid down and stuffed his tongue next to my finger and took over eating my hole. Dude has skills. He stood up and I felt the head of his cock at my hole. Heat was generating off of it. I craved this fat dick, but knew it wasn’t going to be easy. I started pushing back on him while he added pressure. Then I felt the fat head pop through my ring. We both froze for a second. I was expecting the pain to be intense, but there was nothing except the need to get the rest of this dick in me. He sensed that I was fine and together we slid that black rod all the way to his nuts. I was stuffed full of hot black cock. He shuddered and groaned. I could feel the ripple of his body, then traveled though his cock. This boy needed to fuck. He flexed his cock to demonstrate his powers. I pushed back to make sure I had everything he had to give. I heard him say, again under his breath, “That’s it, white boy, give me your pussy.” He took my ass and spread my cheeks completely apart and pulled out to the head and slammed back in. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I knew our fuck was about to get intense. I was bent over with my legs spread. I grabbed my poppers and took a hit. I lifted one leg up on the bench to give him better access. I heard him say. “Oh fuck yeah.” And then it started. My stud started to fuck me like a porn star. Pulling all the way out and shoving all the way in. I was working it from my angle. I was matching his thrusts lunge by lunge clinching my ass muscles every time he bottomed out inside me. I could feel his fingers tracing his fat cock all around my ass lips. I could tell he loved feeling that ass stretched out around his fat dick. I was in an altered state. I was lowly moaning and working my ass, but I had crossed over into that place where my ass became the center of my universe. I was completely, at this point, self-serving. My boy leaned over and rested on my back while he continued to plow. Then he let go of my ass cheeks and started tweaking my nips. That got me hotter. His face was right next to mine and I could feel his breath. Then he turned and shoved his tongue into my mouth and we started kissing loudly and sloppily. He never missed a fuck-beat. I could feel his moans reverberate through my tongue. It was as if his cock and his tongue were somehow connected and working in unison to penetrate me at every angle. I reached back under my legs and felt his cock piston-fucking my hungry ass. It was hot, gooey and hard as steel and making the filthiest wet fuck sounds that could be heard all the way in the hall. When he pulled out I could tell he was close to blowing. He was totally still and pushed my hand away from his cock. We both froze for a moment. I looked down at his enflamed cock head and could see it throbbing. I expected his load to start spilling out, but nothing. After a few seconds he turned me all the way around and again pushed me down to his cock. I swallowed and licked my own ass juices off his dick. I opened my throat and swallowed him whole. He bent over my back and while holding my head down onto his cock, put three fingers into my ass and started working them all around. Then he added a forth. He lifted me back up and I took my position again and reached back and guided his dick back where it belonged. I knew he was going to go for it because he took my poppers, opened the top took a long hit and then pushed the bottle under my nose. He grabbed on to my waist and started driving. He picked up his pace and his breathing got heavier. I braced myself to take a serious pounding and encouraged him to go for it and not hold back. I told him I needed his black cock in my hole. The intensity increased and I started to feel his inner thighs tremble. My spine started to tingle; I was in a complete state of bliss. He started “huffing” and pile driving me hard, twisting on my tits. I started jacking my cock, which was so close and on the verge of exploding; my eyes were fixed onto the ceiling. The poppers had put me into a complete state of whoredom. My load started boiling up from the center of my being and I let out this guttural groan that was heard all over the bookstore. I started spraying my load all over the floor. While pushing my ass back onto this cock, my hole began to spasm all around his juiced up cock and that pushed him over the edge. I reached between my legs at the precise moment that he shoved his cock balls-deep. I quickly located the main vein where his cock met his balls and I felt it swell and pulse. And then it pulsed again; and then again and again and again and again. I thought damn, this fucker is loading me up good. Finally it stopped and he collapsed on my back with both our hearts racing and his cock stuffed deep inside me. We both struggled to catch our breaths. ”Breathe.” he said, “Just breathe.” Then we began to breathe again. I flexed my ass muscles to let him know I was still alive. He flexed his cock in return. He withdrew very slowly and my ass snapped closed. I turned around and squatted to clean his dick. It was so warm from being in my ass. I licked it and sucked all his juices off and left him perfectly clean. I reached back to feel my battered and overly fucked hole. I had to appreciate what it had just gone through. My ass was actually still warm to the touch. I was very satisfied. My black champion dressed in a matter of seconds. He patted me on the ass and left the booth. I sat down on the bench in a dazed state, trying to recover. I closed my eyes and tried to re-imagine what just happened. I was jarred back to reality when someone quickly opened my door and slipped into the booth. I began to object, looking around for my clothes, but he interrupted me saying, “Man I heard you all the way from out here. That must have been one hot fuck. Is this cool?” I looked up and there stood this youngish Hispanic guy probably early 20s. He had a few tats, a couple piercings and definitely looked streetwise. I said sure and he locked the door and and sat next to me. I started pulling my shirt on and looking around for my pants. I was drenched in sweat. “Fuck man that dude was hot. I wished I had been in here with the two of you.” He started feeling me up and worked quickly towards my ass and started circling around my pucker which was soaked and sticky. This was getting interesting. Then he inserted is middle finger. “Damn, man that dude nutted in you.” He then stood up, unzipped and lowered his pants and squatted between my legs. He lifted my legs up exposing by ass. He looked straight at me and said, “I fucking love eating out a hot black load, man, please feed me.” He dove in and started slurping and sucking my ass. At first, I didn’t know what to actually do, but feeling him chomp and chew was really getting me hot. So, I leaned back and spread my legs even more and started jacking. I thought about my hot black stud blasting his raw load up my cunt and started really getting into the ass eating. My Latin twink looked directly at me and said, “You gonna feed me that load? Come on push it out.” I was a little unsure of myself. I grabbed my poppers and took a snort and really started getting into the groove as my little friend started really sucking on my ass. I pushed out on my pucker which he caught between his teeth and nibbled. Somewhere along the way I decided to relax and was getting into this scene when I could feel something happening. All of a sudden, as I was pushing out, I farted. Shocked, I looked down at my little friend and he looked up with an astonished surprised look on his face. He was absolutely covered in cum. Perfect thick, white pearly dribbles of cum covered his face from the top of his forehead to the base of his chin and dripping down. He smiled and said, “Holy fucking Christ!” He dove back in between my cheeks and started slurping like a mad man. He looked so hot with all that cum on his face. The black dude shot the biggest load I have ever experienced in my life. The Latin stud had every intention of eating it all out. I let him go to work while we both jacked our individual cocks. Finally, after several minutes, and a complete cum bath, he grabbed my cock and jacked me until I shot my load. He collected my load in his hand and crawled up to me and we started making out, passing the black guys load between us. Then he took my load and added it to the mix. We continued making out and I licked cum off his chin and forehead and fed it back to him. He stood up and moaned and jacked his cock and I caught his load spurting and covered his cock with my mouth. Of course, I fed it back to him and we made out like teenagers moaning into each other’s mouths. We calmed down and assessed what had just happened and just broke out into a piggy smile. He looked at me, said through naughty smile, “You are one nasty motherfucker. I think I love you.”
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What city has the most BBC? Where have you guys had the most luck finding BBC to breed you? I need to plan a trip. Let's be honest some towns have a better selection of black top breeders!
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When I was still a teen I met a black man downtown. He was a bit rough and stalky, in his 40s. He asked me to come with him if I liked to smoke. I figured he meant weed and followed him down a dark alley and sat next to him on some stairs. He puts a glass pipe to my lips, lights it and tells me to hit it. After I took a big hit and he tells me to hold it in as long as I can. Even though it tasted funny I did what he said then blew it out. I felt something strange come over me, it felt real good. He told me it was crack then gave me another hit, and was hooked. I asked him for another hit and he told me to come with with him for some more. Without question I went with him deep in the hood. He took me to a dark room in an old abandoned house and barricaded us in. He lit a candle and we smoked some more rock. He gave me some kinda pill to take then he told me to strip naked. He made me hand him my clothes and lay face down on a blanket in the middle of the room. After he hid my cloths I was totally vulnerable and realized my wallet and stuff were still in my pockets. He told me I'd get them back later on as he knelt behind me feeling my butt. I hear him unbuckle his pants and pull his zipper down. I knew what was fixing to happen but I was so high too under his influence, I just submitted to him. He spits and lubes the head of his black cock as he blows out the candle. He spreads my buns, feeling my little hole he says "dang boy you's so tight it's gonna feel good tearin' it up." He puts some spit on my hole then I feel his rock hard cock pressing into my tight bud. I felt a sharp pain as his slippery head popped into my hole I told him it hurt. "Naw, it feels good, I ain't stopping. You might as well bite that blanket till you get used to it." I did as he told me and he started working his cock deeper in me. I laid my head down right on top of something that felt a used rubber. I realized he was fucking me raw and it was too late to stop it. His thrusts got stronger the deeper he got, but as the pill kicked in the pain got dulled. "boy this ass so good, i'm about to nut." He pounds away for a few more minutes then I feel him cum in my ass. I thought he was going to stop but he kept on fucking me. His nut lubed my hole good and he easily got his black cock all the way in. He pauses to whisper in my ear, "this ass mine now. you feel that big black dick?" He starts fucking my ass real good and I passed out from the pill. When I woke up I was still getting fucked and my ass was raw and hurting. I tried to look behind me but a hand pushed my head back down, and a strange voice says keep yo head down. I was being fucked by another black guy with an even bigger dick, I bit down on the blanket. "That's right boy, you know who the man is now. Take that big black dick." As he fucked me he whispers directly in my ear "You know it feel good, you love it." His words put me in his trance, "yes, sir" He starts long dicking me and nuts deep in me.
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It’s nice to get a satisfied top come back for more but it was surprising to be contacted on Grindr out of the blue by a guy who bred me two years ago. He contacted me first thing in the morning asking if I would be available at about 5.30 pm, so I had to wait all day which was ok as I had things to do. When he arrived he was just as I remembered. I didn’t recall the face but … that cock and body. The cock was thick, long, cut with a big head, curved upwards and rock hard. He was tall and beefy. He was Polynesian, muscular with a traditional tattoo on one arm. i set to sucking his tool and after a while bent over my bed for him to fuck me. Then we climbed on the bed for more doggy before I lay on my back with legs in the air. He pumped and pumped before eventually depositing a big load which seemed to go on for 30 seconds. Hopefully I won’t have to wait more than a next year for the next load.
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A mid-life crisis can be a funny thing to watch happen, but it isn’t so amusing when you’re caught up at the pointy end of it. That was my lot in life. Three days before my 40th birthday, my partner of twelve years tells me he doesn’t love me anymore, and has been fucking the neighbours’ 19 year old son since I started going back to the office after the worst of the pandemic was over. Talk about a gut punch. Anyway, I did what you have to do in that situation, and started re-building my dumpster fire of a life from scratch. The house went on the market and sold pretty quickly, and while Alan took his share of the money off with his twink to a rented flat in Hackney, I opted to move down to the river in the East End where I bought a small but perfectly fine new-build apartment. The shredding of our mutual friendship network eventually settled down, and life went on. I was not, however, at all interested in getting back out there to find a new Mr Right. The betrayal had cut me deep, and I intended to enjoy myself for a while before deciding what was next. I had kept myself in excellent shape, managing so far to avoid the onset of any hint of a dad bod, and I threw myself into an even more rigorous regimen in the gym and running by the Thames so that I would maintain some appeal to the men on the apps, in the clubs and wherever I was out hunting for some cock. I had never been much of a top. Although I’m reasonably hung and am perfectly capable of giving someone a good pounding, I’m wired up to want to be the one on all fours getting filled. I think I’m pretty good at it actually, although being back on the market had re-opened my eyes to how the same cannot be said of all the guys who call themselves tops. As much as he was a lying, cheating little shit, Alan had been a very competent fucker and had kept me satisfied for over a decade. It was rather deflating to think that I had not been able to do the same for him. The first few hookups had involved condoms, but after so long not using them while I was with Alan, I found it to be yet another disappointment in the sex department. Having a few too many vodkas one night and ending up being barebacked in the club toilets pretty much brought my brief return to safe sex to an end, and while nursing a hangover the next day I resolved to get myself on PrEP. But you know what it’s like when you have a to-do list that includes a dozen tasks relating to a place you’ve just moved into… There was something else nagging at me. During the lull in my sex life right after being dumped, I had descended into a bit of a reliance on porn as a means of escape. Once I did start to hook up with men again, I was nearly always left feeling a bit flat because what I had really wanted was to experience what I imagined the bottoms in my favourite scenes had been. I had assumed that would pass as I got more used to putting myself out there, but if anything the problem got worse. A solution presented itself one day when I was hit up by a guy online who was looking for a hookup, either solo or with his partner. He said they were both versatile, but happy to be exclusively tops if that’s what I was looking for in a session. Nothing particularly unusual there, but what got my interest was the suggestion that rather than either one of us hosting, I could come to a warehouse they owned where they played sometimes. Given both he and his partner were black and muscled, I realised that the opportunity was there to recreate one of my all-time favourite scenes where Marco Paris is blindfolded and taken raw by Kam Run and Chase Coxxx in some kind of industrial setting. I decided to bite the bullet and let him know that this was something I’d be into, and he just replied with the smile and thumbs-up emojis. Sure enough, a couple of days later on a Friday afternoon he messaged me again to suggest meeting that night, and gave me the address of the warehouse. He let me know how to get in before they arrived, so that I could truly live out the scene and not see either of them. Fuck, this was actually going to happen. I hurriedly cancelled my evening plans and found a way to get out of work early, and then made my way home to get showered and douched. I decided to open myself up a bit with a dildo, and then inserted some more lube and a plug to keep my hole ready for them. I then set out in an Uber to the address they had given me, and once there I found my way in the darkness around the side of the building where there was indeed a locked-looking door that was actually able to be pushed open. Inside things looked a bit different to the scene, with dusty boxes everywhere and various other things under tarps, but the industrial feel of it still got me going. Over in the corner I could see a mattress on the floor with a black sheet on it, and was also pleased to see a heater nearby given it was bit chilly. I made my way over there and then stripped out of my clothes and removed the plug, tossing them all to the side. I then pulled the roll of duct tape out of my jacket pocket, tore off a decent length of it, and carefully looped it round my head to recreate the blindfold Marco Paris had worn in the scene. I then set back and waited. After only a few minutes, I heard the door open and the guys entering. I stayed in position while I listened to them undressing, and then felt a hand on my head immediately before a cock touched my lips. I opened wide and it slid in, tasting divine but also feeling both thick and long. I felt the presence of someone to the other side of me, so reached up with my hand until I made contact with a thigh which I then followed up to another, thinner penis. I gently grasped that cock began to wank it as I sucked on the other one. I then switched so I could taste the second one, using my other hand to begin wanking the slicked-up first one that I had just been swallowing. I then went back and forth between the two. Eventually the second guy pulled his cock away from me, and I felt him running his hand down my back to my arse. I shuffled my position to enable me to get onto all fours, still sucking on the first guy while I made my rear end more accessible to the second. As soon as I had done, he began to push a finger into me, followed by a second. It was so hot that I barely reacted when I felt him curve his fingers inside me a bit, but I jolted when his nails made contact with my inner walls. It was kind of a turn on though, despite the scratchy burn, and I just pushed my arse out more towards him as he continued to do that. He then withdrew, and I felt him shifting position behind me and the tip of his cock starting to press against my hole. I instinctively pushed back while relaxing my hole, and he steadily slid the entire length inside me. I moaned around the cock in my mouth, and continued to do so as the guy behind me started to slide back and forth. His hands gripped my buttocks, and he got into a steady rhythm. It felt fucking amazing, particularly as my mind was flooded with images of the porn scene we were recreating. Finally, some sex that properly got me going. I was spit-roasted for a good long time, before the man behind me showed the unmistakable signs of reaching a climax. Sure enough, he took one final plunge into me and then held in place, yelling as he unloaded into me. I did my best to shout “breed me” around the cock in my mouth, so utterly turned on by what was happening that I never gave a moment’s thought to the fact that their status was not on the app profile and we had never discussed it. Once my fucker had calmed down and finished spurting, he pulled out and they swapped positions. In the porn scene it had become a twosome at this point, but in this real life encounter I found the cummy cock that had just been up my arse being pushed into my mouth. As I hungrily wrapped my lips around it, the other guy was pushing his finger into me and once again I felt it curl up a bit followed my more scratching of my innards. I moaned around the cock, at this time noticing for the first time that there was a metallic taste to it. However, before I could give that any thought, the finger inside of me was pulled out and immediately replaced by the thick cock I had been loving in my mouth just a few minutes before. I moaned even louder as I was stretched open, and almost could not believe how far up inside me it went before I felt the guy’s body and pubes press against me. He then immediately began to pound me, rocking me forward and back on the cock in my mouth. This was heaven. This second fuck was a bit more frenetic than the first, and I was almost seeing stars in the blackness the blindfold had created. I lurched back and forth, only getting a respite when my fucker slowed a little while his partner turned around and, I’m guessing, got on all fours in front of me. My face made contact with his buttcheeks, and as I took the hint and started to reach out with my tongue for his hole, the pace of the fucking re-intensified. I gave my first fucker the best rimjob I could while enduring such a shafting. All good things come to an end, and my fucker eventually went over the edge and blew his load in me. I encouraged him on by yelling obscenities into the hole of the first guy, feeling the dick in me flex and spurt. When his orgasm had subsided he slid out of me, at the same time as his partner pulled forward away from my face. I slumped down on my front with my legs splayed, panting from the exertion of taking such a hard fuck. I then felt a finger pushing into me, and this time was not surprised when there was a bit of scratching. This was clearly their thing. The finger was removed, and I was about to reach up and see about removing the blindfold. However, a body climbed on the mattress behind me, and I knew which one of them it was as I felt the thinner of the two cocks poking at my hole. I relaxed and it slid inside in one go, before he began to pump himself up and down. This time his partner didn’t join in, perhaps needing a while to recover after cumming in me, so I just lay there pushing my arse back at the invading cock while moaning and groaning in pleasure. In time, a third load was added to my hole, and of course a finger went back inside me once the cock was removed. I lay there wondering what was next, before I felt myself being gently pulled up by my armpits. I took the hint and got myself stood up, before being walked off the mattress and over the concrete floor a few steps. It was pretty disorientating, but I kind of liked how vulnerable I had made myself to these two guys. He indicated for me to stop, and then told me to bend forward. I did so slowly until I felt my arms make contact with something that felt like a barrel, at which point I used them to support myself while I adjusted my legs to get them open and my arse out. No sooner had I done that than the thick cock was pushing back into me, setting up yet another hard pounding. I clung onto the barrel for dear life as he fucked my brains out for a second time, my head this time filling with some hazy images of a similar scene in the same porn flick as the scene I had come to recreate. I loved that these guys had done their homework. He lasted quite a bit longer this time, and I loved every minute of it. His cock was huge, and was hitting spots in me that no-one ever had reached before. I just gave in and allowed myself to moan, groan and yell my way through it, making sure he knew how fucking good it was. I could have stayed there for hours, but he once again got to a climax and I was filled with my fourth load of the night. I slumped over the barrel when he pulled out of me, feeling the cum run down my balls as my gaping hole emptied. “You want more?” one of them asked me. “Yes” I panted, now totally lost to the fucklust. “Cool” he replied, “but we need to rest for a bit. Why don’t you come sit down over here until we’re ready to fuck you again.” I wearily stood up straight and cautiously turned around, before feeling a hand on my arm encouraging me to walk in a certain direction. My toes touched the mattress, and I stood up onto it before sitting down. I then heard the sound of a lighter firing up a couple of times, followed by the smell of smoke. “You want a cigarette?” the other guy asked. “Yes please” I said, despite having quit in my late twenties when I met Alan, a non-smoker. One was slid into my lips and lit, and then I took a deep inhale. The rush was intense, but I also loved it. I exhaled, then shuffled myself forward a bit until I felt like there was enough mattress behind me to lie down on my back. Reaching out occasionally to tap off ash on the concrete floor, I happily lay there and smoked my first cigarette in over a decade while my arse throbbed in a mix of pain and pleasure. A short while later a second cigarette was popped into my lips and lit, followed immediately by my legs being lifted into the air and onto a set of shoulders. A finger was pushed into my hole, and this time I winced as it scratched me a bit before being removed. The thinner cock was then pushing into me, and soon enough I was being fucked for a fifth time while I puffed on the cigarette between my lips. Oh yes, this was going to be a thing I did more often from now on. When I had finished that cigarette and the stub end of it had been taken out of my hand, the cock in me was removed and my legs lowered. I didn’t think he had blown in me, so I assumed a change in position was happening. I was right, as I was pulled up and eventually put into a kneeling position with my legs open. They encouraged me to raise up a bit as one of them slid under me, and then I was lowered to take in the thinner cock that had just been fucking me. I propelled myself up and down a few times on the erect penis, and then a hand on my back pushed me forwards. I knew what was coming, and gritted my teeth and did my best to push out as the thicker cock pressed at my hole and then began to slide inside. It seemed to take forever and I could not help but yell out repeatedly, but eventually both of them were inside me side-by-side. They let me get used to it for a moment, with a bottle of poppers presented at my nose that I gratefully huffed on, and then the movement started. The guy behind me did most of the work, vigorously pushing in and out of me in a way that caused me to also move up and down his partner’s cock too. I felt fuller than I ever have in my life, and who knows what sort of noises were coming out of my mouth while I took my first ever double-fuck. With the blindfold on and the intensity of the sex, I almost seemed to drift out of my body, imagining from any number of porn films I had jerked off to what this must look like. It all got too much for me, and I involuntarily and hands-free reached orgasm, presumably covering the guy lying on the mattress with my cum. They didn’t let up though, and I was starting to think I was going to cum again when they both finally went over the edge together and filled my innards. After remaining in a panting heap for a bit, they gradually disentangled us and I slumped over on my back beside the other guy. A cigarette went between my lips again, and in a semi-conscious state I lay there and smoked all of it. “I think we’re fucked out mate” said one of them a bit breathlessly, after we had rested for a while. “But I reckon you’re not yet.” “Never” I replied. “Need more.” “Thought so” he laughed. “Well, you just lie there while we see what we can do.” I had no idea what that meant, but was too fucked-out to care. I just lay there while they did whatever they were doing, presumably sending messages on their phones or something, only stirring at one point to ask if they had any water. A bottle was put into my hand that I took a few sips from, before I decided to turn over onto my front. While doing so my hand made contact with a packet of cigarettes that had a lighter inside, and with a bit of trial and error I managed to get one lit despite not being able to see a damn thing. Eventually one of the guys re-joined me on the mattress, and I felt the now familiar poking of a finger into my hole. I opened my legs wide to give full access, and just lay there as he wiggled and occasionally scratched around inside me. It’s obvious now what was happening, but in my haze I just passed it off as a kink or something. To be honest, my hole had become so insatiable that I was just pleased to have something inside it. It turns out that they weren’t completely fucked out, as the guy with the thinner cock pushed back inside me eventually and slowly humped me while I lay prone on the mattress. It was pretty gentle and lacking in energy, so I knew it was probably more about keeping me going than him needing to cum again. He kept at it for a while, and then I heard the door to the warehouse opening and the shuffle and clomp of more guys coming in. There were definitely at least two of them, maybe more, and from the sounds of it they were all soon undressed. My fucker withdrew, and then unknown hands pulled me up onto all fours. Something was pushed into me that felt very unfamiliar, but I now know was probably a toothbrush or something. I winced and yelped a bit as it was thrust around inside me, before it was unceremoniously pulled out and replaced with a cock. Only this also felt unfamiliar in a way, as there was something else there that I concluded must be a Prince Albert. Man did it feel weird at first, but once its wearer began thrusting in and out the sensations on my prostate were incredible! My moans and groans were soon stifled by a cock going into my mouth, which also had a really thick gauge PA on it. Swirling that giant piece of metal around in my mouth was yet another new sensation, but soon I had to contend with it going down my throat which really tested me on the gag reflex. The guy seemed unconcerned though, and thrust himself forward towards me so that I pretty much had no choice but to choke and moan around his pierced dick while the other one sped up his epic pounding at the other end. They swapped places after a while, and then again a while after that… I actually lost track of who was in each end given how similar their cocks and piercings were, but I suppose that as I couldn’t actually see either of them it didn’t really matter. Eventually the one in my arse blew his load in me with a roar, after which the other one took over and very quickly spilled his seed in me too. After he pulled out I collapsed onto my front, but was very quickly turned over and my legs parted to allow another man to push into me and start a rapid fucking that very quickly resulted in yet another breeding. As soon as he withdrew, hands grasped round my wrists and ankles and I was hoisted into the air, Being unable to see I did not know where I was going until I was briefly lifted even higher and dumped into what I knew must be a sling. I guess the metallic bangs and clangs I had been vaguely aware of during the spit-roast must have been related to this being got out or set up. Anyway, my arms and legs remained held in the air as the men worked to put some kind of leather cuffs on them, and when they let go I was properly held in position. It was at this point that I felt some tugging at the duct tape, followed by the cold of a blade or some scissors at the side of my head. Then, with no warning or care whatsoever, the whole thing was ripped off in one painful go, causing me to yelp out in agony. I blinked at the influx of light into my eyes, and then I blearily looked around me at the five black men standing in front of me. One of them looked familiar enough that he was presumably the one whose profile I had linked with on the app, and he was standing so close to another that I presumed that must be the partner. They were both lean and muscled. The other three were a different deal altogether, being tall and built like breeding bulls, all sporting huge gold chains with scorpion pendants. That was my first clue, but my eyes finally adjusting properly gave me my second. The breeding bulls were adorned with huge biohazard tattoos on their impressive pecs, and I then noticed smaller ones on the other two guys on their flat stomachs. I could not remember if one had been visible on the app profile photo or not, but either way, the scratching of my hole now all made sense. “Fuck” I said, to no-one in particular. “That’s what we’re here to do” said one of the bulls, before he stepped up and jammed his pierced cock into my hole. I yelped as I helplessly hung there, now knowing that the cock in me was toxic, the loads I had in me were all toxic, and this was nowhere near over. “You know you want it” said the profile guy, watching me being mercilessly pounded. “We could just tell that you wanted it.” And I did. In that moment, all I needed was for these guys to continue to use me until they were spent. Yes, the porn scene set-up had been a massive turn on, but as the PA ravaged my innards I had something of an epiphany. This is what I had been missing. This is what I needed. It’s like this toxic cock was finally bringing me into the light, where I could see the person I truly was inside. All those years of identifying as a bottom, when in fact I was so much more than that. I was, and would continue to now be, a truly unadulterated cumdump. “Yes” I wheezed out. “I need it.” The guy fucking me let out a demonic laugh, and then upped his pace even more until he growled and blew his load. One of the other bulls stepped up and ploughed in. When he had blown, the third followed. Then the first again. So it went on, with me dissolving into a profanity-filled fuckhaze, screaming at them to breed and poz me. Despite the number of times they blew, the bulls only seemed to get more energetic and eventually all three of them were fucking constantly. The partner guys now joining me as bottoms, bending over from each side of me so they could make out with each other, share sucking duties on my cock or puff on cigarettes (which they shared with me) while they were ploughed. The first signs of daylight appearing at the windows up by the roof of the warehouse seemed to take the energy out of the room, and after each of them blew one more load into my hole, they uncuffed my wrists and let me down from the sling. I was very shaky on my legs and had to lie down on the mattress for a bit, before eventually using a rag that one of them threw my way to wipe some of the cum off my balls and legs. I inserted the plug I had worn at the start of the evening, noting that it only just stayed in now, and then got myself dressed. By then they were all ready, and the bulls surprised me by each shaking my hand as they muttered a goodbye and left the building. The partner guys then offered to drive me home, putting a different rag on the back seat for me to sit on for the ride so I wouldn’t mess up their car, something I noted they also did on their own seats. “Make sure you let us know how it goes” said the profile guy, as his partner shut off the engine outside my building. “We can always have another go.” “Whenever you want” I said, smiling at him. “Might see if there’s any other scenes I’d like to do.” “I don’t think what we did tonight is in any porn I know of” his partner laughed. “Then we’ll just have to make our own” I replied, smirking. They both laughed, and then gave me a warm smile as I got out of the car. I watched them drive off, and then headed into my building and up to my apartment, grateful that I had not had any neighbours in the lift with me. I resisted the urge to collapse into bed straight away, taking the time to have a shower and clean myself up, but soon enough was passed out. When I woke a few hours later, I could only think of one thing. Normally it would have been coffee, but today it was porn. I grabbed my phone and got a few of my favourite sites up on different browser windows, clicking into my Favourites on each so I could look over the scenes that tickled me the most. However, my focus was on the interracial scenes, and I soon found what I was after. Joseph Ox being used by four hung muscled black guys, including Kept Secret. Man, the loads I had blown to that one. I booted up the app, and messaged profile guy asking for a way to contact the bulls and also sending him a link to the video. He replied a short while later with multiple ROFL emojis, but also providing me a name and number. I hurriedly got in touch with whichever one of the bulls it was, and then hauled myself out of bed. I dressed in a tracksuit and trainers, and then headed out the door to get a caffeine hit but also pick up some cigarettes. Fuck Alan and his rules. Today was going to be the first day of the rest of my life. And so it is, that really just a few hours after the most epic night of my life, I’m naked on a bed in my apartment waiting for the bulls to arrive. They’ve found a fourth somewhere so that the porn scene recreation can be vaguely accurate, and I know I will enjoy that immensely before they inevitably throw the ‘script’ out the window and focus on getting me pozzed. Profile guy and his partner are so intrigued that they’re coming over to watch, and maybe join in. They’ve hinted at possibly bringing some other people round later too. All the supplies we could need are laid out, and I’ve got things started by giving myself a bit of a brushing. This one is going to be epic…
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I met my boyfriend the first day on coming back from a much needed week long vacation. Apparently, they hired him while I was gone to replace one of the servers who quit with no notice. I was just walking in from the kitchen to the dinin room when I saw the nicest, fullest, and what looked to be juicies firm ass encased in a pair of black shorts bent over table #5 clearing off the dishes. He straightened up, and I was able to get a better guage of him. He was short but lithe. 5’3, maybe 110 pounds, shaggy blonde hair that covered his left eye from the way it fell across his face, and deep green eyes. I could tell by the way his white button down shirt was clinging to him that he had a swimmer’s build and was not afraid to show off his body. He was very cute. “Hey, I’m Xavier. You’re new here,” I said to him as I stuck out my hand to shake his. “Tyler, but everyone calls me Ty. Nice to meet you. I haven’t seen you around. Do you only work on the weekends.” “No, I just got back from vacation. Gotta get back to the grind to make the money.” “Yeah, this is my first job, but I’m trying to save up to get my own place,” Ty said. “What? Are you even 18?” “Haha, I get that a lot. I guess I look younger than I actually am. But, yes I turned 18 two months ago. I’m taking a year or two off from school before I go to college, so I’m trying to save up for that and a place of my own.” “That’s cool, man. Living away from the parents is the best,” I said. Right then, the bell over the door rang and in walked a huge crowd of people. For such a small restaurant, I had no idea where they were going to all fit. The owner rushed by us and hugged one of the guys that had walked in. He then pulled almost all of the tables in the restaurant together and flipped the open sign over. “Xavier, Ty, come meet my oldest friend, Ryan,” the owner shouted to us. We walked over and got introduced and found out it was Ryan’s 40th birthday party, and he was celebrating with his closest family and friends. Ty and I were going to be the only servers working tonight, and Ryan’s party was our only table. We quickly got everyone seated and started taking orders. I quickly found out that Ty knew what he was doing and was going to be a good guy to work with. Aside from looking sexy, cute, and young, he had the smile that made the whole room light up. Once the dinner party was over, the owner came out from the kitchen with a huge cake and a 4 and 0 candle lit up and started singing. He served the cake to everyone and sat down and enjoyed the rest of the celebration with them. Ty and I just sat back by the bar and kept an eye on peoples glasses to see if they needed a refill, but we got to chat for a little bit and get to know each other. I told Ty all about me and how I was living with two guys who were a couple while I was saving money to start my own photography studio. “So you live with a gay couple,” Ty asked. “Yeah, Tre and Javi. I’ve known them for years. We were all friends in high school together. They started dating and became serious. But, it’s always been the three of us chillin together.” “Are you gay too?” Ty asked and then immediately became beet red in the face. “Oh, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked you that. It’s none of my business. Please forgive me.” “Ty, it’s cool. I’m open and out. I don’t hide who I am, so you’re ok. But, yeah you might want to be a little more careful in the future with who you ask that question.” “I know. I’m sorry. I really shouldn’t have, but I was curious,” said Ty. “And just why are you curious if I’m gay?” I asked. Ty started going beet red in the face again. He looked at the ground and was kicking a bunched up nakin that had fallen next to the bar. When he finally looked up at me, he looked in my eyes and said, “Well, because I think you’re kinda sexy and wanted to know if I had a shot.” “So, you’re gay too?” I asked. “Yes, but I’ve never actually done much with a guy. Just fooled around in the back of a theater. But, I need to grow up and get some experience under my belt.” I started to laugh, and Ty got beet red again. “That’s so cute, Ty. I’m glad you think I'm cute, because I think you’re adorable. I’ve been staring at your hot little ass all night long and have been doing my best to try and not pop a boner in front of our customers.” “Well you’re better than I am. I have been hard all night long watching you.” “Really? I couldn’t tell with your apron on.” “Well that and I’m not very big, but I do find you really sexy, Xavier.” “I think you’re sext too, Ty. Let’s chill out back after we clear off this table. It looks like they are all leaving.” We went to work and cleared the table and dishes as fast as we could while looking at each other and giving off goofy smiles. Ty really was cute and his ass was amazing. The owner finished doing all his work and told us to meet him out back when we were done loading the dishwasher. Ty was bent over loading the last few dishes, and I couldn’t help myself. I whistled and slowly caressed the curve of his tight ass. Ty just looked over his shoulder at me and winked. We went out back, and the owner said, you guys did a great job tonight. Here’s your tip for the table. He handed us each $50. I was so happy, but just gave him a weird look, “This is a lot, Jay.” “You guys earned it! You did a good job. I”ll see you guys later,” and Jay walked off to his car. Ty turned to me and asked if I liked how his ass felt and blushed as he looked down. “You know I did. That ass is hot. Do you run track or something?” I asked. “No, I was on the swim team. But thanks. I kinda like you feeling on it.” “Do you want me to feel on it some more?” I asked. Ty just bit his lower lip and smiled and quickly nodded his head. I moved in closer and leaned in towards his ear and cupped both of his ass cheeks in my hands. I whispered, “I’ve been wanting to get a handful of these cheeks all night long. God, you’re so fucking sexy. I could eat your ass for hours.” Ty pulled back and just giggled. “I’ve never had that done before. In fact, I’ve only kissed two guys before and jerked off one. But, I need to do more. I want to do more.” “Tell me what you want to do, Ty.” Ty smiled again and bit his lower lip. “I want to suck your dick and have you rim me. Maybe even let you fuck me. Can I touch it?” “Please do! It wants you to,” I told Ty. He reached down to my shorts and gripped my hard dick. “Wow, it’s so hard Xavier. And it feels big.” I laughed and looked Ty in the eyes, “It’s not that big. I”m only 7 and a half inches.” “Way bigger than mine,” Ty sighed and looked dejected. I pulled his chin back up towards me, so I could look in his eyes. “Size isn’t everything, Ty. It really is how you use it. And honestly, that ass is so hot, I don’t know if I’d ever get tired of wanting to fuck it. So, you don’t have to worry about how big you are. I’ll suck you off, but I really want you to cum while I’m fucking you.” Ty just moaned in my ear and started to undo my zipper. He looked up and licked his lips and said, “Can I pull it out and suck you now? I want to see how big it is. You’ll actually be the first ethnic guy I’ve even done anything with.” “Ethnic huh? I would just say I’m half white and half black. But you like how I look?” “Yes, I do. I think you’re sexy. I love guys bigger than me.” At that I had to chuckle. Most guys had to be bigger than him, but I could understand what he meant because I liked guys smaller than me. At 6’ tall and 165 pounds, I am very fit with a six pack and a nice butt and good size dick. None of my previous lovers had complained and a lot of them liked feeling on my chest and abs. “I’m glad you like me too. And to answer your question, yes you can pull it out and suck on it. My dick could use a nice wet mouth right now. And I’m sure you’ll do just fine getting it all wet.” Ty knelt down and fished my dick out from my boxer briefs through the hole in the front of them and then out the hole in my shorts. I could just see his eyes go wide at the sight in the low lights that were lighting up the alley behind the restaurant. Ty started to lick my dick like a lollipop and while it felt good, I needed more. “Suck it, Ty. Licking is cool, but I need your mouth on it. Agh…shit, watch the teeth.” “Sorry your dick is the first one I’ve ever sucked. It’s so big too. But, I’ll be careful.” Ty went back down on my dick and started to wrap his lips around his teeth. The boy was a natural. He started to make my dick feel so good, and I was precumming like crazy. I could hear him moan as he licked the precum from my dickhead and swallowed. I grabbed his cute sexy ears and slowly pulled him all the way down to the root of my dick. He gagged and coughed so I let him up. “I’m sorry. I’ll try again.” And try he did. Damn, he really was a natural. Soon he was going all the way down and not gagging on my dick and getting it sloppy wet. I was moaning and could feel my balls start to tighten up. I didn’t get a chance to jerk off at all on vacation sharing a room with my younger brother, so I was ready to nut. Ty got all the way down again, and I just held his hot face there as I started to unload. His muffled sounds of surprise made my dick jump and shoot more cum. He sputtered a little bit and some of my nut got pushed out into my trimmed pubes, but I just look down and told him to swallow. A few tears were forming at the corners of his eyes but he nodded as much as he could with my dick down his throat and started to swallow my load. When I was done shooting, he pulled off and licked his lips clean. Then he leaned forward and started licking the last few drops that were oozing from my piss slit. My dick got really sensitive, so I quickly pulled him up and kissed him. I could taste my nut on his tongue as I pushed mine into his mouth and kissed him deep and hard. He just moaned and wrestled my tongue with his. “You’re a great kisser, Xavier,” “And for your first time sucking dick, you sure made me blow a huge load. You’re a natural, Ty.” I started to nibble on his ears and neck and slowly pushed my hands into the back of his shorts and grabbed a handful of his underwear covered ass. Ty just moaned and leaned into me. I kept massaging his ass and working my way to the center of his crack and feeling the heat emanate from it. I wanted to fuck his ass so hard. Unbeknownst to Ty and Xavier, they had an audience. His roommates had come to pick him up as per usual, and had seen Ty start to kneel and suck off Xavier. “Damn, Javi! Look at that boy’s ass. It’s so round and taut. Do you know who that is?” Tre asked. “No, I’ve never seen him before. He doesn’t even look like he’s 18. But you’re right, that ass is fine as hell. It’s making my dick leak. Even after dropping that huge load in you an hour ago. It’s ready to seed again.” “Fuck, papi. I love it when you talk like that. My dick is hard too. I wonder if Xavier will share this one.” “Tre, you know Xavier never shares. So just get it out of your mind right now. But, I would definitely like to tap that ass too.” “Damn Javi, he just made Xavier nut. He must be a good cocksucker. OK, let’s surprise them. What do you say?” “Sounds like a plan. You gonna be able to hide that wood?” “Why papi? I want him to see it so he can drool over it and know that I’m bigger than Xavier. Maybe he’ll come to us on his own. And you should make sure that yours is showing through your shorts too, papi!” “Good idea! Let’s go sneak up on them.” They got out of the car quietly and sneaked up on Xavier and Ty kissing while Xavier was massaging Ty’s ass. They saw Xavier push his hands underneath the kids underwear and move his fingers towards his crack. The kid just moaned and pushed back. Javi cleared his throat and said, “Xavier that’s a fine piece of ass you got your finger in. You gonna share with your besties?” Ty froze and Xavier quickly pulled his hands out of Ty’s shorts. “Hey guys! I didn’t hear you pull up. This is Ty. Ty, these are my roommates Javi and Tre. They usually pick me up after work.” Ty flushed with embarrassment, looked at them both and gave a sheepish hi. Javi grabbed his dick through his shorts and acted like he was adjusting it, but he saw Ty notice his big dick and absently lick his lips. He thought to himself, maybe I can get some of that ass when Xavier is done. “Ty do you want to come back to my place and chill with us? We’d love to have you over.” Xavier looked at Ty and awaited his response. Ty was still watching Javi adjust himself when Tre piped up and said, “Yeah man. Any friend of Xavier’s is a friend of ours. We were just gonna chill, watch some TV, and smoke a blunt.” Ty had only tried weed once before and didn’t really get anything from it. Xavier leaned over and whispered in his ear, “If you come over, I promise I’ll eat your ass until you’re moaning like a whore.” Ty blushed and just kinda nodded at the guys. Javi and Xavier started for the car. Ty went to grab his book bag from the back door of the restaurant. When he turned around Tre was there, he looked Ty up and down like a piece of meat and said, “Damn, you’re one fine ass white boy. I’ll bet you’d ride my big black dick so good. If Xavier doesn’t scratch that itch, come see me. I can get deeper than he can.” Tre turned around and started walking to the car. Being taller than the rest his long legs let him catch up quickly so the others didn’t notice him not being with them. When they got to the car, Ty was still standing at the door looking dumbstruck. “Ty, are you coming?” Xavier asked. Ty just shrugged his shoulders and headed to the car. He thought to himself, this is one way to get more experience, and they are all hot as fuck.
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Hello guys, first post here. To give you quick context Im a Caribbean guy in his late 20s living in Argentina. Honey Brown golden skin, long beard 5'7 and swimmers build (I played basketball my whole life) Gypsy looking some say. The other day I woke up mad horny and had no idea why. Rolled myself one up and..went on grindr to see how the early morning was going to be. I have a heavy interracial fetish so I was planning to take as much white seed as I could even though my love for men in general wasnt gonna allow me to let any seed go to waste. 1ST LOAD: On grindr found this cute blonde Argentinian bear in his mid 20s that lived a couple blocks down from my spot (City of Buenos Aires) and we chatted for a minute, exchange a couple of nudes and he invited me to his place. 6'0 He had a square shaped muscular body with broad shoulders and back with an 15 cm dick but very thick and veiny with a pointy pink tip. Sturdy. Sucked his pink cock for around 10 mins then he decided to flip me around letting me in all my fours. Going raw on me while complementing my body frame and skin, quite hot tbh. Seemed like he was edging for some time cause he didn't last long and came quite fast as I could feel with each pulsation as he filled me with 6 shots of warm cum. At that point my level of hornyness skyrocketed to the top. I was horny before but you guys know what I mean. After the first load you start feeling yourself a bit more. Innevitable. We shook hands as I walked out the door and started walking aimlessly through BA streets. It was 9 am. Pulled out the rest from the fat joint I had from earlier and kept on walking LOAD 2: not more than 20 blocks into my journey I received a message from another Argentinian guy in his mid 30s Slim and tall and arab looking. He had a pretty neutral face and body but a beautiful long cock. He invited me to his place and gave me like an hour long fuck before breeding me with long thick cum. Thicker than the previous guy. At this point between the high and the cum in my system I was in heaven. LOAD 3: Head spinning and full of cum I decide to return to my journey this time being texted by a regular fuck buddy or chongo like Argetinians say (best one of the afternoon) 6'0 White Latino looking long haired Venezuelan with swole but not ripped body, amazing ass and an massive 23 cm, curved and a can thick cock ready to hit the right spots. Theres a difference between who just loads you and who makes you crave their cum. This guy is one of those guys. Amazing fucker fucked me in every position on every corner of the house. He bred me while on top of me while I was backing my ass up making him shoot his cum as deep as possible. After all the moaning and grunting got the load I deserved but wanted more... 4TH AND 5TH LOAD: My sluttyness at this point was uncontrollable so I decided to take the subway and head downtown (I live on the northern part of the city) to go to the best sauna in town. Got in. Asked myself a glass of wine then sit around just to watch guys pass by. Talk to a couple of guys but everything on a friendly matter, nothing sexual. Tipsy enough I decide to go into the dark room where even though its dark you can still recognize some facial features. Soon as I walk in Im met with a french kiss ( kinda unexpected) from what it seemed an 40+ y/o 6'3 Italian guy with very fit body, shaved beard and daddy vibes. Hot. He takes me to one of the rooms and I started sucking him like there was no tomorrow.Then he decided to flip me and starts fucking me against the mirror. The guy could fuck and had big stamina but honestly felt I could make him cum before he made me cum. Which happened as soon as I started backing my ass up once again making bim explode at least 4 shots of fresh cum. As Im recovering from the fuck I just had and still with my ass up I could feel a face right next to mine whispering 'dont move ' with an heavy Buenos Aires accent. I had no idea who the guy behind me was and it was was he planning. I look at the Italian guy to see if he knows him but he points at me as the guy from behind its handling me bottle of golden rush telling me to take hit. At that point the mystery of the whole thing and the voice he had, had me open. So I hit the poppers and suddenly everything I was once feeling got multiplied by 50 times. And of course I let this anon guy fuck me bare and wish I could explain to you guys how good that bare cock felt as it went in. I was gone. Fucked this guy long enough for him to surrender and give me last load of the night. So fucking hot. Finished the day fucking an tatted russian looking twink but was a curly haired shy chubby cub who ended up taking my load. Hopefully ill post more soon. Cheers
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Happened to be in Florida this year and staying in Fort Lauderdale. The same weekend was the Stonewall Pride Wilton Manors Gay Pride. I wasn’t sure what to expect with DeSantis tooting Florida as the conservative capital of America. I figured “Hell, I’ll have a drink or two anyways.”. I prepared and dressed in slutty accessible clothes. You know the ones. Who gives an f*** if they get torn or dirty and are easy to pull off and down. Boy, was I presently pleasantly surprised! It was down and dirty, fucking all around the pool table that night, and for the next two nights that I went to afterwards. They sure did know how to treat a Cali boy, right. My ass was rode all night long as I leaned against that pool table. And such a variety of men! Buff, bears, bellies! Clean, goatees, ZZ Top beards! Latino, white, black…. All shoved their cocks in my hole and used it like they should. After each load, I eagerly got down on my knees and clean each cock off tasting the mixture of juices and cum from my ass. One of my favorites was a slender black guy from Chicago with a dick that matched his body. Nice and long he liked to long stroke me and fucked me several times. Another was a heavyset but still muscular black guy that was in the bathroom when I went to take a break. The bathroom was kind of an open air area between the main building and the outside patio. He caught me looking at his thick, meaty member that he was washing in the sink. He asked “you like? “ with an African or Jamaican accent. When I said “yes”he nodded, pushed me over the sink and proceeded to fuck me hard shoving that girth deep in to me. With one hand, he grabbeds fist fulls of my hair, which he yanked on as he proceeded to pound me. I knew my place was to serve him. All in all incredibly fulfilling and rewarding weekend in Florida, that I was not expecting. Definitely would recommend to the other pigs out there!
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The title will make a little more sense as you read on. I got pinged the other day while on Manhunt. The guy said he liked my look. I immediately pulled up his profile and he had a few face pics and described himself as 27, 5’10” and 180 and Puerto Rican. His profile was also one of those professional profiles that massage therapists use so I texted back and asked if he was looking for clients. He said “Not today.” His profile said nothing about what he was into and for some reason, I didn’t feel comfortable asking. The guy was certainly super-hot according to his stats and frankly even though I prefer to bottom, I’ve been known to throw a hot fuck from time to time. We set up a time and I jumped into the shower and got cleaned up preparing for the unexpected. The address took me to a duplex. I started getting the familiar butterflies in my stomach when I’m about to fuck someone I’ve never seen or met. There is the possibility that this was a bogus address or a bogus profile. I took a deep breath and knocked. I feel my nips harden and my cock twitch in anticipation. When the door opened, I was stunned. Before I could process anything, he ushered me into the house and closed the door. He didn’t look like his profile pics. I’ve heard buddies tell stories about people misrepresenting themselves with their profile and when they meet and learn the truth, it’s an awkward hot mess. I’ve been lucky in that I have only had one such gross misrepresentation. As my brain was processing the “disconnect,” I realized that the issue was that his profile pictures weren’t flattering to him. This guy was an unbelievably beautiful human specimen. He looked almost identical to Enrique Iglesias but more defined and muscular. He looked like a high-fashion model. If you saw him on the streets, you would embarrass yourself by staring. He had dark short hair and a well-groomed 5 o’clock shadow. He was wearing a pair of gym shorts and nothing else. His nipples were the size of quarters and deep bronze in color. His chest was perfectly pronounced with a very deep sternum line dividing two huge pectoral muscles. There was no question that this guy was out of my league. I searched my brain for a dignified way to get us both out of this situation. There was no doubt in my mind that he had made a mistake. Think. Think. He walked me from the door, through the living room and gestured for me to move into what I suspected would be a bedroom. Once inside he closed the door. This wasn’t a bedroom at all. It was dark except for glowing reddish lights coming from different parts of the room. Soft music was playing and candles were lit. I could smell something that reminded me of jasmine. We were in his massage room. Enrique turned to me and wrapped me in his muscular arms and whispered in my ear, “You are perfect. You have no idea how much I’m into your look.” I was dumbfounded. It’s not that I have low self-esteem, in fact just the opposite. I take good care of myself. But this guy was mesmerizing. It was like looking at him cast a spell over me and that made me nervous. Enrique began to unbutton my shirt and immediately started licking and sucking on my neck and worked his way down to my tits. I moaned in appreciation and he switched to the other tit and began to unbutton my pants. When they feel to the floor he reached around and grabbed one cheek in each hand and used his expert trained hands to massage my glutes moving them around and spreading them apart. I have big ass cheeks and he moaned in appreciation. It felt great. He released my tit from his mouth and looked at me and started deep kissing me. I moaned from inside his kiss and we ground our faces together exchanging saliva. I ran my hands all over his body. Everything was perfect. I reached to his crotch but he had a jock on so I couldn’t figure out what he was packing. It didn’t matter. This guy was a fucking god and I was going to enjoy every inch of him. He moved me over to his massage table and had me lay on it face down. Next he moved down between my legs and spread them. Again he massaged and kneaded my ass with steady strength. I pushed back to let him know he could work my butt as hard as he liked; that I could take it. He received the message and intensified his grip. I felt his hand move down through the ditch of my ass and graze my hole. He spit on it and rubbed his finger all around it. He spit some more and inserted his finger and finger fucked me for a few minutes. I slowly began to realize this guy was a top. He was ass obsessed. His finger retreated and was replaced with his tongue. He didn’t start slow like most guys do. He buried his tongue to the hilt and began to dart in and out of my hole all the while delivering copious amounts of saliva into my ass. Much of it spilled over onto his chin and my balls, but it was certainly getting me hot and beyond horny. He started trading off between his fingers and his tongue. He had eventually worked three fingers in and out of my ass-cunt. Enrique said very quietly just above a whisper, “Push out.” I didn’t hear him and asked him to repeat it. “Push your cunt out.” He said a little louder. This was music to my ears. I crunched my abdominal muscles and pushed the ring of my ass outward like I was taking a shit. “Yeah, dude, just like that. Stay right there.” Next I felt him suck my hole into his mouth causing a vacuum and then use his teeth to encase my rosebud and lightly bit down. The sensation was awesome. No one had ever done that to me before. He continued to trade off between sucking and nipping. “I moaned, “That feels so fucking good. Please don’t stop.” For the next 5 minutes or so, he continued to worship my hole like that. When he let go, my rose bud snapped back inside my ass and began pulsing. At this point he walked around to the front of the massage table and I could see through the face cradle that he had taken his shorts off. Enrique had one of the biggest cocks I’ve ever had. He was super hard and uncut. His foreskin naturally retracted to the base of the head and was the same color as the rest of his cock. His jet-black bush was perfectly trimmed and clear goo had bubbled up to the tip. This had to be a 10-inch dick. It was perfectly straight and was about as fat as a golf ball. I reached out and held it. The heat radiating from his rod was exhilarating. He helped me down off the table and I hit my knees and opened my mouth licked the pearl drop from the tip then descended down his magnificent rod. I got about halfway down and his cock got stuck at the back of my throat. I pulled back delivering profuse amounts of saliva to coat his fat monster to make it easier to work with. Enrique could tell from my behavior that A) I was a cock slut and B) I was hungry for dick. I couldn’t help it. I needed this cock in my mouth. I blew him for about 10 minutes this way. I had saliva everywhere. It was running down my chin and onto my chest and then onto the floor and down his shaft and onto his balls and then onto me. I had tears streaming down my face and cock snot coming out of my nose. I was not about to give up. Enrique stopped me and had me stand up. He gave me a hand towel to wipe up my face. “Let’s try this.” He patted the massage table. “Jump up here and get on your back.” He helped me up and had me slide my head completely off the end of the table. He had at some point removed the face cradle. He opened a bottle of poppers and gave me a hit in each nostril. My head was upside down so it was tricky, but as I began to fly, I really appreciated the offering. With my head hanging off the table I was in the perfect position for him to slide his cock into my mouth. I immediately felt this was really comfortable. His cock was thick, but I was confident that with enough patience and willpower we could do this. As he fucked in and out of my mouth, I reached around to his butt cheeks and pulled him into my throat a little bit more. I could feel his cockhead at the back of my throat as before. He continued to fuck in and out, but going no further than the back of my throat. With the poppers relaxing me I opened my throat, took a deep breath through my nose and again pulled him a little deeper. This time his cock head popped through the ring at the back of my throat. We both moaned at the same time. I kept pulling him into to me and felt his shaft sliding further down my throat and moaned. I was in cock-sucking heaven. I pulled him more and more until his tightly trimmed bush was scratching my upper lip. I pulled one last time as far as it would go and I felt him bottom out. My boy gasped and said, “Holy fuck. You’ve taken my entire cock into your throat. Not many people have ever been able to do that.” At this point I wanted to ensure he knew I was deep throating this massive cock so I lightly took my teeth and bit down ever so slightly on the base of his cock at the pubic line. Then I released the pressure on his ass and pushed him out of my mouth and away from me. I was gasping for air trying really hard not to convulse. I sat up and wiped the snot, saliva and pre-cum from my face and took a long slow hit of poppers and assumed my previous position. This time, when I grabbed Enrique’s butt to pull him into my mouth, I took him all the way to the balls in one stride. I needed to conserve oxygen. Again he groaned. I pushed him almost all the way out and pulled him back in again sending him the message to fuck my throat. He got the message, grabbed my tits and started thrusting all the way in and back out again in rapid succession. “Oh my god, suck my cock, deep throat the fucker. You are one good cock-sucker.” This went on for as long as I could hold my breath. When I started feeling light headed, I pushed him out gasped for oxygen and forced his cock back in again. We did this four or five times before Enrique pulled completely away from me and said, “Oh fuck, Oh fuck, not yet hot man. Not yet. Whew!” Again I wiped my face clean and scooted back onto the massage table to catch my breath. Once revived Enrique said, “Turn over.” I did and took a hit of poppers. He jumped up onto the massage table with me and I immediately arched my back and stuck out my ass. He started eating; and eating, and eating. The more he ate the hungrier he got. Then he scooted up onto my back and I could feel the heat from his cock in the ditch of my ass. “Of fuck yeah,” I heard myself say. His cock head docked at my cunt lips and he pushed forward and I pushed backwards and within seconds Enrique busted through and slid in all the way to his balls. I felt his breath next to my face and lifted up my head and we started kissing and making out while moaning and humping each other. His tongue was all over the inside of my mouth and I couldn’t get enough of him. We continued little fuck motions with him buried balls deep in me while making out. He whispered, “I’m not going to last long this way. Are you ready to fuck?” Through my gasping for air, I told him I was more than ready. But he came back with, “No, I mean are you really ready to fuck? I want to tear your cunt to shreds. Are you up for that?” All I could come up with was, “Give me everything you’ve got stud. I’m fucking yours.” With that, Enrique pulled his mouth off mine and grabbed me by my hair with both hands and pulled his cock almost all the way out and using my hair for leverage, slammed back into me. This gradually picked up speed, but he never let go of my hair. I began to moan incoherently and started jacking my cock. This hot Puerto Rican started to talk dirty to me, “Take that fat Latin dick you fucking slut. I can’t believe you’d let a complete stranger fuck you raw like this. You’re a nasty mother fucker.” I reached between my legs and could feel the abundant amounts of dick and ass goo coating his cock, my ass and both of our ball sacks. I reached further back and touched his dick as it would piston in and out of me. The heat coming from it was astounding. He pulled out with a nasty plopping sound and abruptly turned me over and replanted his cock so fast I hardly knew what was happening. The sloppy squishy sounds my cunt and his cock were making were so nasty. You can only make those kinds of sounds when you have abandoned all fear and given into pure lust. His eyes were so intense and filled with hunger. He deep kissed me again and pulled back and whispered, “Do you like that raw stranger cock fucking your white slutty cunt?” I babbled, “Yes, fuck me. Please fuck me.” With fire in his eyes he said, “I’ve only just begun.” For the next 45 minutes or so, Enrique removed any semblance of sanity from me. I no longer had language to express myself. All I had was the guttural animalistic sounds that naturally escaped my vocal chords. He fucked me on my back, fucked me on the floor, he fucked me doggie style. He had me ride him and he ate my ass out again then shared our combined fluids by making out with me. It was a constant fight for oxygen, poppers and cock. When he finally rolled over onto the floor next to me, he asked if I wanted his load. We were both still huffing and puffing trying to catch our breath and I couldn’t breathe much less talk. He took that as a yes and had me get up on the massage table doggie style. He hopped up onto the table with me and told me to take a hit of poppers. I did. Within seconds his cock was buried in my swollen cunt. He started fucking me like a mad man; grunting every time he bottomed out. We were both working extremely hard to give each other the fuck of our lives. More poppers and I reached around and pulled my ass cheeks apart to give him better access and me more friction. He loved that. I moved my fingers closer to his cock and my cunt lips. A little further and I slid two fingers from each hand inside my ass alongside his cock. Enrique yelled, “OH fuck that is so hot. That looks so fucking hot and feels un-fucking-believable. Fuck you man. Fuck you.” My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I pushed back onto him. I was so stimulated that I could tell that pee was escaping my cock involuntarily. Enrique froze and remained completely still while he injected 6 or 7 jets of hot Latin cum into my fuck hole. I swear at this point I saw god. It wasn’t until then that he let out a primal warrior cry that I’m sure could be heard in the duplex next door. He started fucking again, this time with his spooge mixed with ass cum splashing out and coating our balls yet again. Slowly he calmed down and pulsed his cock a few times. I could feel his heartbeat through his dick. I squeezed his cock to get the last drop out and it was then when I realized I hadn’t peed, I had shot my load, hands free. We both fell on the table and tried to catch our breath. After a minute, Enrique jumped up and left the room. I sat up, but couldn’t seem to catch my breath. I had cum all over the front of me and in my hair. I jumped off the table and cum was running down my leg. I sat on a bench but still couldn’t seem to catch my breath. I tried taking deep breaths through my nose and out of my mouth, but couldn’t normalize my breathing. I may have been hyperventilating. Was I having a heart attack? Do people get heart attacks from fucking? I put my head between my legs and tried to control my breathing. It didn’t seem to help. Enrique came into the room with a bottle of water and left again. Just as panic was setting in, I took a desperate drink of water. The cool water seemed to spread through my body and my vital signs seemed to return to normal as did my breathing. Enrique came back in and apologized that he was dealing with a client. He offered me a shower, which I desperately needed, and another bottle of water, again much needed. Before I left he looked me in the eye and said he had a great time and that we should do it again. I looked at my watch and was astounded to learn we fucked for 3 solid hours without any breaks. I couldn’t wait for the next time. I get off on your comments.
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Anyone who has been to P-Town has heard about the Dick Dock. Everyone talks about it; most secretly yearn to go; several go to watch. But only the real confident and grounded guys have the confidence to go to the Dick Dock and fuck. I knew I was going to the Dick Dock tonight. No question about it. Provincetown is s conservative New England seaside community in disguise. You’d never know from looking at night it becomes a den of inequity where denizens get as hot and nasty as any New York City backroom. In fact some New Yorkers come to P-Town to play. It can be that hot. One summer a friend of mine and I went to P-Town to go camping (and get nailed). On Saturday evening we decided to go out and have some fun. I spent extra time getting extra cleaned out and decided to wear easily accessible shorts and a tank top. I grabbed a bottle of poppers and lube and headed to the A-House. The A-House is a hot “guys” bar free of attitude and pretension. My friend met someone early on and said his goodbyes – the lucky fuck. I hadn’t found anything of interest but I was getting into the conversation, the music and the cocktails. The bartender poured excellent drinks. I was feeling pretty good as the evening worn on. That what kind of a bar the A-House is. The A-House is small and the small single bathrooms face right into the bar room. What is interesting is that each of the doors has a cut out of a half-moon to resemble an old outhouse. The lights in the restrooms are red so you can imagine how the restrooms look. I needed to pee so I went up to what was becoming a small line waiting for the johns. The guy in front of me was looking at me pretty intensely and I felt my dick stir. He was pretty hot looking wearing just a pair of leather pants and an arm band. Hot chest and a nice taunt package stuffed into the pouch of those leather pants. When his turn came, he signaled me to go in with him. I thought what the hell and followed. These are single stall bathrooms. I go in and he turns me around to face the door. Of course it had a half moon cut-out, about the size of a dinner plate, right at eye level. He slid my shorts down all the way to my ankles. I reached over and latched the door. I could see everyone in the bar. He knelt down and threaded my foot out of my shorts. He lightly bit my left ass cheek. Then he spread my cheeks wide and buried his face in my ass and started to eat. He was a moaner. I like that. He was really getting into this ass eating. The more he ate it seemed the hungrier he got. I could feel his vocal chords vibrate onto my hole as he moaned and lathered me up really good. I could feel his saliva begin to run slowly down my leg. I started to push back on his tongue, fucking my hole onto his face. I looked out into the bar and wondered if anyone could possibly know that someone was in here eating my ass out. If anyone paid attention they would notice that I was looking out of the bathroom door instead of facing the wall where the urinal was. After about 10 minutes, he pulled his tongue out and stood up. He told me he was sorry but he had to go. His boyfriend was at the bar waiting for him. I looked at him and he had ass juices all over his face. He quickly excused himself and walked out of the john leaving me there feeling the cool air kissing the saliva on my asshole. It felt like the shock of spearmint. I looked out the half-moon and watched the guy walk up to his boyfriend at the bar and shoved his tongue into his mouth. They started making out. Fuck, they must have been in on this together. The leather dude goes in eats a hole and brings cunt juice back to his lover. They made out like porn stars until the lover got all of my juice from his boyfriend. That was fucking hot. I cleaned up, pissed, and stuffed my rock-hard cock back into my shorts and left. I hung out and had another drink. Every once in awhile, the guy’s boyfriend would look at me and smile. All too soon, the bartenders hollered “last call” so I decided to leave. As I was heading out the door I brushed by the couple and the boyfriend whispered in my ear, “You taste great man, thanks.” I smiled and told him his boyfriend did all the work, he should thank him. I slid past them and out onto the street. I took a left onto Commercial Street towards the campground. The streets were really crowded and Spiritus Pizza was lined up out the door with wasted patrons needing to sober up on some of their magical pizza. As I walked down a little further, I noticed a guy down the street on the ocean side take an abrupt left and disappear. As he neared where he the spot I realized this was where the Boatslip was. The famous Dick Dock was supposed to be just below it somewhere. I love outdoor sleazy sex and my cock stiffened at the prospect of going to the famous Dick Dock. I had always thought it was folklore, but here it is. I turned left onto the same path the guy took before me and I knew there would be many more following our footsteps before the sun comes up. That is if the Dick Dock really existed. As I got to the end of the path, I looked up at the 3 story hotel and heard the music from the pool dance party one floor above me. The Boatslip is built up on pier and beams to protect it from high tides and flooding. There was a hole cut into a chain link privacy fence restricting access to the underside of the Boatslip’s pool and boardwalk one floor above. This was the “Dick Dock”; a low concrete ceiling, sandy dunes and cement pillars that held up the foundation of the Boatslip’s public space above. The hole was large enough for a man to stoop down and squeeze through. Once inside, it was nothing but a bunch of sand and concrete pillars. I couldn’t see very well but it didn’t appear that anyone was here. I was about to turn and leave fearing that I had stumbled into the wrong place when I saw a distant cigarette illuminate. My dick and heart decided the game was back on again. I was feeling my way around navigating by using the concrete pillars when I heard the unmistakable sound of cock sucking. What does cock sucking sound like? Cock sucking. There is nothing else that sounds like that. I looked down and there was a cute blonde on his knees, shirtless with a cock buried to its balls in his mouth. The owner of the cock had his hands on the back of the blonde’s hair and face fucking him good. The blonde had spit dribbling off his chin and the guy’s balls, but that didn’t slow him down any. My eyes began to adjust and I could start to see the silhouette of about 20 guys or so. It was surreal against the backdrop of the moon reflecting on the water. I walked through the crowd towards the middle and just stood still. A hot butch guy walked up beside me in a ripped up plaid sleeveless shirt and a pair of jeans that had seen better days. We made eye contact. I was about to hit my knees but then I felt my zipper going down on my shorts. Looking down I saw some dude in front of me lowering my shorts. Another guy knelt right next to him in front of my plaid shirt guy. I looked back up to see what the plaid shirt guy was thinking. He was staring right at me smiling. He reached over and started pinching my tit. Then the guy on his knees in front of me swallowed my cock to the balls. I moaned. I started tweaking the plaid shirts big nips too, he was so fucking hot. He never took his eyes off of me. He got his face really close to mine and asked me if my cock felt good. I said yes and then he closed his eyes and moaned and I knew he was getting deep throated. He leaned over and while still pinching my tits, opened his mouth and started deep kissing me. He licked the side of my face and down my neck and then sucked one of my tits into his mouth. “Oh fuck yeah, dude” was all I could come up with. I grabbed my bottle of poppers and his eyes lit up. I gave him a hit and leaned down and told his cocksucker, “Man now is the time to eat that cock because this stud is about to feed you.” Then we started making out again. He pulled back and looked at me and said, “This is so fucking hot. We each have our own private cocksucker.” He buried his tongue back down my throat. I felt him moaning and then growling in the back of my throat. I new he was unloading down the guy’s throat. My cocksucker was taking his time, which I was grateful for because I was not ready to blow. We continued making out until my plaid shirt guy’s heart slowed down. His cocksucker was busy cleaning up his dick. Afterwards he looked up at us and said thanks. We kissed again as I patted my cocksucker’s head and indicating I was not ready to shoot and was zipping up and thanked him. I wanted to see what else was going on here. I wondered to the far side under the dock. There were guys getting blown all over the place. There were teams of guys in circles doing just about everything. I stood there looking over the guys and felt a hand on my cock. I looked to my left and saw a hot black 20-something looking at me intensely. He was wearing basketball shorts and a tank. He pushed his hand inside my shorts and grabbed my cock. I reached over for his crotch, but he already had is 9-incher out and it was rock hard. He had a beautiful cock; strait as an arrow, hard as a rock and chocolate brown. We stood there jacking for a few minutes. Then I turned got on my knees in front of him. I looked up at his silhouette and saw that perfect cock in front of me. I stuck out my tongue and lapped the tip. His cock jumped and a bead of pre-cum oozed out. I licked it off and licked the head. Next I licked the sides and then all over until his black cock glistened with saliva. I grabbed each one of his smooth muscled butt cheeks and looked up right into his eyes. I kept eye contact as I started my decent on his cock pulling his cannonball ass cheeks into my face. He stared at me the entire time. He watched me until my top lip was pressed against his wiry bush. I just stayed there, inhaling his scent. He continued to stare. I was running out of air. Tears swelled up in my eyes. Suddenly I had this overwhelming sensation to keep that cock in my mouth forever. I wanted it so bad that I relaxed. Slowly I exhaled from my nostrils and inhaled ever so slowly and controlled. I swallowed. He moaned. I could tell that tomorrow, I’m going to have one bad sore throat. My stud smiled and his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he looked up and moaned again. I pulled off his cock and went down again; and again, and again. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me off his cock and up to his face. “I ain’t cumming that soon. Not with that pretty little white butt you’ve got. Drop your shorts and grab your ankles, man. I want some of this.” I did exactly as he said and immediately I was rewarded with his tongue in my ass. He started eating like a wild man. This stud LOVED ass. I bent down and searched my shorts for my poppers. This gave him even more access. I swear I could feel his top teeth inside my asshole. It was so fucking hot and I was raging hard. I pushed back and ground my hole onto his face wishing it were somehow possible for him to get in even deeper. It felt like he had two sets of hands; they were all over my ass. He pulled back and spit into my hole and started rubbing his finger all around the perimeter of my pucker. He slowly inserted it and rolled it all the way around. I pushed back onto it to let him know I was getting really hot for him. I felt a second finger ease in. I realized the second finger was from the other hand. My stud had the first digit of each hand inside my hole and was rubbing them all around. Then I felt a little pressure as he stretched his fingers apart. He opened my hole and stuck his tongue even deeper than before. Awesome. The was unfucking believably awesome. He stood up and leaned over my back and whispered, “I’m gonna fuck you boy.” I could feel his cock rubbing all around my asshole. He had somehow lubed his cock because it was super greasy. Every few seconds his cock head would graze my hole and I would tense a little in anticipation. “You want some of this cock, boy? Man you pretty. I love the way you look and you got a hot ass too. My buddy here has been eating that out for me. But I got me a little taste too, you got one hot ass. This is Marcus.” A bit dazed and confused, I looked over to the side and noticed a guy standing there with his pants around his ankles stroking a nice sized uncut cock. He was about 30 or so and well-built and creole or Latin. His bush was clipped short which made his cock look even bigger. Marcus started tweaking my tit and I moaned. I was definitely cool with Marcus. “Marcus, pull his pretty little ass cheeks apart, man” he whispered. I could feel the heat and energy coming from my black stud’s cock pointing right at my hole. I pushed back a little to signal that I was ready. Marcus walked in front of me putting his dick in my face. He leaned down and told me, “Man this twisted mother fucker is crazy for white ass so if you like getting fucked you’re in for a ride.” He reached down and had me step out of my shorts, then pulled my shirt over my head. He took the poppers out of my hand, opened them and held one nostril closed as I inhaled then held the other one closed while I again inhaled. He stood up and his cock slapped me across the face. He looked at my black stud and said, “He’s ready dude, give this bitch a ride.” He then looked at me and said, “I got you, white boy, enjoy.” With that, I felt 9 inches of black cock slide into me to the hilt. At first, I was a bit stunned. The shear size was awesome. I was amazed that I took it. I moaned and went down on Marcus’ cock and moaned my pleasure loud enough to get both my guys attention. The black guy leaned over and kissed my neck and whispered, “Baby this is sweet. Oh so nice. My cock feels so warm and wet inside you. I love fucking your pretty pink hole.” And he fucked and fucked me hard. Every time he plowed it home, the force would shove Marcus’ cock further into my throat. Marcus was getting really hot. I could tell his cock was ready to shoot. My black fucker took the back of my head and shoved it onto Marcus’ cock and held it there. I could feel Marcus pulse and shoot spurt after spurt. He pulled out midstream and shot a couple more streams on my face while my black stud held my head still. He never lost rhythm drilling my ass. Marcus stuck his cock back into my mouth the get cleaned up. Then pulled out and stuffed his beautiful cock into his shorts and zipped up. “Thanks, Marcus. That was hot man.” Marcus smiled at him and said, “Curtis, you owe me one man, you promised.” And Marcus disappeared into the crowd. Curtis, my black stud continued long-dicking me; pulling completely out and shoving it back in. We were now making that wet nasty smacking sound that you only get from a hot long fuck. Curtis was getting a little more verbal, “I, arrgh, love, umm, fucking, hmm, this, oh hell yeah, white pussy.” Then he pulled out. He grabbed my poppers and gave me a hit and started eating my ass out again. “Yo pussy is so fucked. I can actually feel the heat on your cunt lips, boy.” With that he shoved his rock hard swollen 9 inches of black dick in again and started plowing. I begged him to fuck me harder. I wanted him to stuff me beyond my capacity. People started to gather around us because of the noise we were making. Curtis was huffing and puffing and sweating all over me. I was reeling from the poppers and wanted his fat black cock to penetrate me as deep as it could. Then he shoved it all the way in, balls deep and stood still. There was nothing at first, then I felt his cock swell up and pulse, then another pulse. “I’m cumming,” he said, then another pulse. “Fuck, take that load white boy.” And another two pulses. This dude was shooting me full of his load. I felt my orgasm start deep in the middle of my soul and erupt through my loins and out of my cock; without even touching myself. What was better, as I spasmed my ass constricted with each squirt around that big black cock. We both froze while recovering. “Psst, Marcus, get over here, man.” Marcus reappeared from the crowd and stood next to Curtis. Man I just filled our boy here full.” Marcus, said, “I told you, you owed me, man, time to pay up.” With that Curtis slowly pulled his long cock out of me and stepped aside. Curtis walked to the front of me and leaned over and spread my butt cheeks apart. His semi hard dripping cock was right in front of me and made its way right to my mouth. I felt Marcus kneel down and start licking my hole. It felt like silk on my abused over-fucked ass. Curtis told me to feed it back to Marcus. “Give him what he needs, boy.” With that I could feel Curtis load start to seep out and Marcus went wild and ate me like a wild man. I finished cleaning up Curtis’ cock and Marcus finished up with my ass. I stood up and looked for my cloths which had gotten scattered, found my poppers and wiped cum from my face with my shirt. Curtis leaned over and kissed me deeply and said, “Dude, I want your digits, this is going to happen again.” Marcus and Curtis walked off through the crowd on their way out. I finished getting dressed and walked back out to the ally completely understanding why the Dick Dock is the talk of this town. I get off on your comments.
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Not much in this first chapter. First time writing anything like this. Feedback greatly welcomed. Sami, 17, 5’8, 62kg, Egyptian Mark, 34, 6’3, 98kg, American I was out with my three older cousins, the first time my parents had let me outside without them. I was their only child and they really babied me. Never letting me out of their sight. I was damn near eighteen. When my cousins had begged my parents to let me go out and play football with them. And with me pleading my case they finally let me go. See, I have a gift. Some say it’s magic. But I can do anything perfectly. And my cousins needed my feet to win a football championship. The only thing I had to do was call in every hour to make sure I was okay. To get to the stadium we had to walk through the markets. The bazaar. And it being high noon in Egypt. The hottest time in the day. We were already sweating. And I was trying to keep up with my cousins when my phone alarm rang. I had to call my parents. As I dialled in the number on my phone. From the corner of my eye I could see something out of place. A white man with a newly placed stall. On it it read ~come learn about medicine. Guess correctly which medicine is which and we’ll give you a full scholarship to our one if a kind university in America~ I was intrigued. At both the opportunity and also the man. He looked different to all the men I’ve seen. Which were not a lot- being sheltered an all. He had a chizzled jaw coated in a matte brown beard. A pronounced Adam’s apple the bulged out of his throat. A bead of sweat gathering at the edge as it dropped I followed it with my eyes. First it passed his muscular chest, his nipples protruded like they must have been deformed, it passed his stomach, the abs showing up defined under his navy blue T-shirt, looked like it was sculpted on him. Leaving sweat stains in the shape of his abs. Until that bead of sweat landed on his other bulge. The one in his pants. My god it was massive. His bulge twitched as if it felt that bead land on it, until I looked up and he was staring at me. I was broken out of this trance by the voice from my phone. Oh shit it was my mum. I’d forgotten I had pressed dial. “Sami, Sami. Answer me now. Or I am coming to get you. Sami.” My mother yelled down the phone. I checked the time and it read 1:46. I was on the phone for nearly 2 minutes. So that means I was checking out that man for that long also. I was embarrassed. “Hi mum. I’m alright. We are just reaching the stadium now.” I have no idea why I lied to her. I never lied to her before. “Alright, phew!” My mum sighed “hope you are safe. Remember to call me every hour.” But before she could hang up I quickly got her attention. “Mum, you know you always said you wanted me to become a doctor.” I said to jog her memory “Yes.” She replied “you will be a doctor.” She said almost too aggressively to which I rolled my eyes. “What if I studied in America?” I said not knowing why. “That’d be great. But you know we can’t afford it. Sorry Sami.” She said meekly. “Ok, by the way mum, the stadium said we have to give in our phones so nothing can be recorded. I don’t think I can call you for the next three hours.” I lied again. Boy was I on a roll. “Ok, stick with your cousins. They’ll keep you safe.” I hung up as I made my way to that white mans stall… My cousins stopped to see where I was going and they called out to me. “Sami, where are you going?” They’d asked as they ran up to me. “I want to try this game to become a doctor.” I replied. They took a look at the stall, their faces turning ugly as they saw the man. “Don’t trust him. He’s not one of us.” They’d said. But I was having none of it. I wanted to become a doctor. Or did I want something else? Once they’d figured they can’t stop me they offered to take the test first to see if it was safe. In turns they’d go up. The man would close the curtain and make them pick. A minute after he would open the curtains and he would announce to everyone that they had failed. He’d go in and replace what was on the table then usher in the next teen. At this point all of my cousins has gone. Every time he came out he’d look at me and smile. It was my turn. From my cousins they were giving me tips. “You have to guess which powder is the medicine. Paracetamol crushed up finely. On the table there is also cinnamon powder, black pepper powder, salt and flour, how did we all fail?” My cousins complained. As I started walking in the direction of the stall, my gaze latched onto the man’s bulge. Getting closer and closer. Until I was at the foot of the three steps to get into his shop. He leaned forward. To where his bulge was nearly touching my face. I inhaled, and I could smell it. I licked my lips which he noticed. And his smile grew wider. “One second. I need to set up.” He’d said as he turned around. His ass looked amazing in those jeans. And I could swear I could see a hole where his hole must have been. He seemed to be sweating from there also. As he unlocked the door, he bent over slightly and I could see a new bead of sweat white in colour drop from that hole in his jeans. From the window in the door I could see him change the plates on the table. He changed all the coloured powders and replaced them all with white powders. Some white crystals. He then came back out and addressed the crowd. “Come in young one. Do you guys think he has the gift of medicine.” He shouted in his bazaar like voice. As I watched as his bulge danced in his pants. Like the others, I went in, he closed the curtains and he put a timer on. For 1 minute. To which he paused at 59 seconds. “What’s your name?” He said “Sami. You?” I replied “I’m Mark. Sniff a powder. If it is the right one, then you can have my gift. And become a doctor in America.” The powders all looked the same to me. I was thinking which to sniff. Paused for a second. “Do you want my gift?” He questioned me as he walked around the table. And I swear I could see that the fly of his jeans were undone. The pubes he had were thick. And at the end of it was a peachy monster. That went further into his jeans. My eyes must be playing tricks on me. I looked back at the plates. The powders and fine crystals. I needed to pick one to sniff. He then grabbed two of the plates and emptied the contents onto the other plate. He then grabbed that plate and emptied it onto the last plate closest to me. “Here! This’ll make it easier for you to choose.” I was confused. But found what he was saying true. It was easier to pick. The only one there. But a mix of everything there. Should I trust him. Go against my cousins advice. I was hesitant. When he started dividing the mound into two. A small line and a big line. He snorted the smaller line. Stepped back and whooped at the air. “See it is safe. Go ahead.” He said as he dropped back onto the couch behind him. As he grabbed at his bulge stroking it through his jeans as he looked at me lustfully. Fuck it I thought. He’s taken it so it must be safe. And I really wanted to go to America to become a doctor. So I inhaled it. Sniffed it all, all in one go. He clapped his hands as he stood up and walked towards me. I went to grab at his bulge. To which he grabbed my hand and shook his finger no. He told me to sit on the couch and wait. This time he never opened the curtain. He done up his fly, buttoned his button and looked himself in the mirror and then opened the door. “And we have a winner.” He anointed to the crowd. “He’ll no go on to the next test to see how much of a scholarship he can get.” He tried to close the door when my cousins came running up. “We always knew he had a gift. But we need to play football.” They whined. “How long is the next test going to take.” They asked mark. “Two hours - three hours max. Depends on how good he performs.” He tried closing the door again. When my eldest cousin put his foot in the door. “Let me see him. I don’t trust you.” He growled at mark. Mark had opened the door, just a little so they couldn’t see me flying on the couch. “You can come in and see… but if you do then he fails as well… no outside help allowed.” He warned. My cousin was walking up the stairs to the door just about to see me when he was pulled back by my other cousin. “I’m not going to let you ruin this for Sami. You know how much he wants it. It’s a sign, the first time he’s allowed out and he passes the test. He has a gift man. Allow him to get his gift man.” He said to which my eldest cousin backed down. “Ok. But we are staying right here outside this door.” “Fine with me.” Mark said and casually closed and locked the door. When he turned around to look at me. He’d already gotten his fly down. He had on a jockstrap. He must of had it pulled down under his balls the last time I saw his pubes and cock. His jockstrap was raunchy and stained. So that’s what I smelt at the foot of the door last time. He looked his fingers into his jeans at the waist before stopping and looking at me. “Do you want my gift?” He asked one more time. I was confused. Did he have a gift like mine also. Could I combine his gift with mine. My mind was going a hundred miles a second when his jock strapped bulge hit my mouth and nose. I took a sniff. And a lick and it was out of this world. He stepped back and asked again. “Do you want…” But before he could finish his question I replied with enthusiasm. “Yes, I want your gift, I want to learn about your medicine. I want to become a doctor.” I said with my voice getting louder with each sentence. “Good boy, test 2 passed. Test 3 is in the back room. But first here suck on my cock and see how it tastes boy.” He said as he freed his monster cock from its filthy jockstrap jail. I took his salty member into my mouth. And cause of my gift (doing everything perfect) I was able to suck him good. Suctioning his big white cock into my Egyptian mouth. Which surprised mark greatly. He leaned forward and reached behind the couch sinking in deeper into my throat until his sweaty balls were on my chin. When he found the handle camouflaged into the back wall and opened the hidden door. He started backing out of my throat. And when his eyes could se my face. He moaned as my eyes were fixed on his in lust. “Come let’s go to the other room.” He climbed over me. His ass just a few inches above my face. When I heard him say “fuck it. Eat my filthy ripe ass” And he squatted and sat on my face. My tongue already outstretched impaled his asshole tasting where that bead of white sweat had come out from.
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"Fuck! His cumhole is so loose and sloppy! Fuck yeah!" one of the men roared aloud. How did I get to this point? Well for starters, we have to go back to the beginning. For those that know, I have been dating this amazing married couple, Robert and Bill. Two older, black silver daddies and bears with massively endowed big black cocks. They had introduced me to the wonders of being fucked bareback. Since then, we have been fucking exclusively raw. No more condoms. Since we were not mutually exclusive, we fucked other people, both men and women. Occasionally, we would meet up at their place and they would fuck my brains out. It was blissful being pounded by these two, beautiful older back bears. After a year plus of fucking, one night Robert and Bill had a surprise for me. When I arrived that night, I immediately stripped naked after entering their home. Robet and Bill were wearing nothing but fluffy, soft, white robes. They dropped their robes and revealed the new tattoos they had gotten. Robert had a biohazard sign on his stomach, right where his belly button was. Bill had two scorpions on his pelvis, right above his cock. "Do you know what these signs mean?" They asked me. "You're poz," I responded not at all shocked. The two explained how they both came to become poz. Two months ago, they were tagteaming an Asian twink. Double penetration, they whole nine yards. The twink had propositioned them: they could both breed him if he could breed the both of them. Robert and Bill were total tops and usually pulled out when they came, but this was too good of an offer to pass up. They ripped off their condoms and both slammed full force into the twink's guts and came hard. After that, the Asian twink pounded both of them into submission, raw with no lube. Two weeks after they were bred, they got sick. They went to their doctor to get tested and found out they were poz. They didn't know the twink they had fucked was poz either. "We're both highly viral. We'd understand if you don't want to be with us anymore," Bill said to me. It took me less than ten second to decide I wanted to be poz with them and told them. "Excellent!" Robert exclaimed. "I don't just want both of your viral loads. I want more. Do you know of any other silver daddies and older bears who are poz and highly viral?" I asked them. The nodded yes excitedly and started making calls to get them over here now. They got me prepared for what would be my last night neg. They showered me, cleaned me out well. Lubed me up and got my body nice and slick with massage oils. They strapped on a silicone cock ring around the base of my cock, to help keep me hard throughout the night. They walked me to the guest bedroom and had me hoisted into the sling. I say it was a "guest bedroom", in reality, it was a sex playroom. Slings, a fuck bench, a sybian, a few fuck machines, a milker, other sex toys. After I was strapped into the sling, Bill grabbed a sharpie and drew a single short line on my ass. He was going to the first to breed me tonight and make me poz. His cock was raging hard. Throbbing and practically bouncing up and down. He applied a ton of more oil to me and his cock and then it happened. Unlike the first time we fucked raw, he was not gentle. He shoved his massive cock inside me, so hard, I could feel myself tearing up on the inside. I could feel the intense burn from it. Bill wasn't making love to me; he was on a mission. He brutally fucked me., pounding me. Occasionally pulling all the way out, just to slam all the back into me, all the way to the hilt. Robert in between making out with me, encouraged me. Said I looked amazing getting fucked by his husband's poz cock. Ten minutes later and Bill roared. His cock stiffened up and unleashed white hot blasts of poz cum into torn and wrecked hole. Robert wasted no time and slammed his monstrous black cock into me. I gasped and winced at first, but that sent me over the edge. I had blown my load, hands free, all over my chest. Suddenly the doorbell rang. "They're here," Bill said giddily as left the room and walked to the front door. Robert kept fucking me. Without warning, he buried his monstrous cock to the hilt and held it there. Jet after jet of white hot poz cum was being shot into me. He grabbed the marker and drew a tally next to the one Bill drew. Just after he put the cap on, the group of poz daddies had arrived and were already hard and aching for my wrecked, poz cum filled hole. "Fuck his cumhole is loose!" of the men exclaimed. The night was just getting started....
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The Photoshoot Chapter 1: To say Austin is pissed is a huge understatement. He specifically told his boyfriend he was not going with him to this photoshoot under no uncertain terms, but Blake insisted anyway, saying he goes with him to almost every other shoot, so he saw nothing wrong with going to this one. Austin didn’t bother to point out that Blake only goes to the shoots where Austin might be modelling underwear or swimsuits, he doesn’t both if it’s something completely vanilla like sweaters or jeans. Normally he’d preen under Blake’s jealous, possessive behaviour but today is not the day. This isn’t a typical photoshoot, he just lied hoping Blake would buy it but the second he saw the package of lingerie Austin bought for himself for the shoot, he immediately jumped on going. The shoot is for Blake, a small series of boudoir pictures Austin was hoping to surprise Blake with as an anniversary present, but his loving boyfriend seems determined to ruin his gift. He even tried to play the my-agent-doesn’t-want-visitors-on-the-set card, but Blake threatened to call his agent and hear it from him, and Austin conceded immediately, knowing his agent wouldn’t back him up because he didn’t know what was going on. In hindsight, he really should’ve told his agent, but he hadn’t thought of that until they were getting off the subway at the determined station and walking the four blocks to the photographer’s address. Austin had been stubbornly silent the entire trip, even when Blake tried to make conversation, Austin shut him down almost immediately. His only solace is he’s sure Blake’s going to feel like a complete fool and be incredibly sorry once Austin gives him the photos from today on their anniversary next week. “Seems like a weird place for a professional job,” Blake says as they enter the building – it’s standard for the city, four-stories of dirty brick and filthy windows. The inside is somewhat more updated, with the aesthetic practically screaming New Management. Austin decides he likes it, Blake obviously doesn’t if the way he wrinkles his nose at the smell of delicate potpourri and sneers at the grey-blue colour scheme is any indication. “They wanted something that felt intimate and secure,” Austin lies easily as they make the climb up the stairs to the fourth floor. He’s glad his boyfriend only knows what he does about the modelling industry from Austin himself, Blake never having been big on the whole idea in the first place but was supportive enough to not question Austin about any of it. “I believe this is the photographer’s personal studio and he thought it would be a better fit than a larger set.” “He? What happened to Monica, your normal photographer?” “The company provided their own guy,” Austin says, sweating a little from all the lies he has to say just to keep this surprise a surprise. “Don’t worry, Deanna vetted him and gave her approval.” Deanna being his agent who has no idea about this photoshoot. That seems to ease some of the tension from Blake’s shoulders. They make the rest of the climb in silence, the only sounds their shoes on the tiled stairs and the crinkling of the bag Austin’s carrying. The bag is his treasure trove of goodies to wear, each one guaranteed to make Blake drool and resist every urge to pounce on him. Austin can’t help but feel a little petty about it, knowing Blake will struggle to keep his hands to himself the entire time he’s watching, and Austin will do everything he can to make this the most incredible blue-ball experience for his boyfriend as payback. The pair reaches the door Austin mentioned earlier on the subway ride – one of the few things he did say willingly – and Blake knocks much to Austin’s embarrassment. Moments later the door opens to reveal who Austin believes to be the photographer. The man is six-foot tall with thick black dreadlocks that hang to mid-back, his hair is contained by what appears to be a handwoven red and gold hair-tie. He’s also shirtless, his dark skin and muscled torso on perfect display. “Austin?” he says, looking at Blake. His voice is rich and seems to reverberate from his chest, it matches the warmth in his dark brown eyes. Blake glares at him and shakes his head. “No, and Austin and I are leaving.” “Uh no we’re not,” Austin says firmly, then he looks at the photographer. He didn’t picture this man when they spoke on the phone, if anything he thought he’d be mid-thirties and decently good looking, not this . . . God-like man that to Austin stepped straight out of some of his favourite books. “I’m sorry about that, I’m Austin, the buzzkill is my boyfriend, Blake.” The photographer’s dark brown eyes light up and he holds out his hand for Austin to shake. They do and Austin is taken aback by how warm and rough his hands feel. “I’m Javier,” says Javier, the photographer. “Sorry about the mix up, when we spoke over the phone, I wasn’t given a description.” Blake raises an eyebrow, looking at Austin curiously. “Didn’t the agency send over your headshots beforehand?” “The agency sends them to the company, I’m just expected to photograph whoever shows up,” says Javier smoothly before Austin can even fumble for a response. “I was told Austin would be alone, or with his agent, so I apologize for the confusion.” “Why didn’t you think I was his agent?” “Because Deanna wears plum power suits like she’s part of the agency in The Devil Wears Prada,” Javier says with just a hint of annoyance. “Anyway, this is a closed set, so only models and staff are permitted. You can wait out here until we’re finished or you’re free to go home.” Blake definitely doesn’t like that answer. He turns to Austin and says, “Babe, I really don’t like this. We need to leave; this man is clearly unprofessional, and I’m going to call Deanna and let her know not to let you work with any agency that employs this asshole.” Austin wants nothing more than to melt into the floor. He cannot believe that Blake is being so rude to a perfect stranger. “I’m sorry, Javier, my boyfriend can be a little . . . protective. Anyway, I need to get changed, is there a dressing room?” Javier smiles warmly at Austin and steps out of the doorway to let him in. “Go down the hall and it’s the first door on the left. There are some supplies in there to freshen up and plenty of places to hang your outfits. Once you’re changed, knock three times and I’ll come in to see your outfit and adjust the set accordingly. We’re doing five scenes in total.” “Understood!” says Austin brightly as he hurries inside before Blake can catch him. He goes in the direction Javier indicated and once he’s inside, he makes sure to lock the door just in case Blake tries to break in. Ordinarily, he’d be more than happy to have Blake in the room with him – they’ve had many memorable moments in dressing rooms across the city – but today is different. Blake was rude to the photographer after butting into the photoshoot in the first place, so Austin feels like punishing him for his poor behaviour. The dressing room is pleasant, small and intimate unlike most he’s been in, the lighting is dimmed to a comfortable level with most of it coming from various salt rock lamps scattered throughout the room. The walls are a delicate cream the reflects the light well and warms the room. Austin spies the round bed in the centre and must resist diving onto the invitingly fluffy surface of pastel blankets and thick pillows. Instead, he puts his bag on the small vanity and proceeds to take out each outfit, adjusting each one before putting it on a hanger on a nearby clothing rack. Javier may be a small-time photographer, but he certainly knows what models need when doing a shoot. Once Austin is satisfied with the appearance of his clothes, he selects the first outfit of the day – a sheer dark blue nightie with matching thong – and lays it on the bed before stripping out of his street clothes. He hangs them up beside the rest and takes a moment to collect himself, just like he does before every photoshoot. Over the past few months of doing this work, he’s learned that being mentally prepared is just as important as being physically ready, if not more so because it’s one thing to stand and get your picture taken it’s another thing entirely to immerse yourself in the experience. There have been times he’s come out of a shoot crying because of the overwhelming emotion he felt during a certain scene, and others where he’s so drained, he can barely stand at the end. The best trick he’s found is to reconnect with himself by looking at himself in the mirror, not out of any sense of vanity, but as a means of centering himself. Luckily there’s a three-way mirror in the corner so he doesn’t have to skip that part of his routine like he has at some projects because the only mirror they have is in the makeup room and he’s in and out so fast he doesn’t get a chance to focus. He goes over and simply stands in view of each mirror, allowing his mind to clear and hands to drift over his bare skin. Touch is another grounding method he enjoys; it reminds him that he’s still a person and not a doll being dressed up for money. He remembers trying to explain this routine to Blake after an intense day and Blake simply said he was just a doll to the company so what difference did it make. He stopped trying to explain the intricacies of his mind after that. Austin shakes his head, watching the delicate blonde curls bounce around his face and neck as if they have a mind of their own. He smiles to himself as his hands start to drift on his chest, fingertips running delicately over the smooth pale skin on his chest. He’s glad he had the foresight to make an appointment for a full body sugaring – it’s his favourite method of waxing, the sugar wax is far easier on his skin than chemicals or standard wax and the results last much longer in between sessions. Deanna had recommended it after he suffered from a wax gone wrong, which made his skin break out and left tiny red bumps all over. Now he can’t imagine how he went so long without it; his skin always feels so smooth and delicious after. His hands dip lower, trailing over his hips and down the V-shape of his pubic bone to his cock, which sits soft and supple. He lets a hand caress his small cock, gasping softly at the feeling of burgeoning arousal. He closes his eyes and his mind drifts to warm dark rough hands, cupping him as the palm rolls over his flaccid cock, coaxing it to life with firm movements. A warm smile and deep voice encourage him to let go and relax. Austin’s eyes shoot open, and he wills away the images as hot guilt boils in his stomach. In the almost three years they’ve been together, he’s never once thought of anyone else other than Blake in these moments and now he’s gone and thought of Javier! He dismisses it as a slip of his mind, nervous about working with a new photographer at an intimate photoshoot. He quickly puts on his outfit and does his makeup, going more natural than he usually does at a shoot only because he knows Blake hates the way he looks with caked on product. Satisfied with his appearance, Austin knocks on the door three times and waits on the bed for Javier to arrive. “Austin?” he hears Javier say on the other side of the door. “It’s me, let me in.” Austin jumps up and unlocks the door, letting the other man in before soundly closing and locking the door again. “Your boyfriend is still here,” Javier says with obvious disdain. “I tried to get him to leave but he insisted, so I told him he’d have to sit in a corner away from the set.” “Stubborn bastard,” Austin sighs and Javier nods. “I’m so sorry about all of this Javier, I tried to tell him he didn’t need to come, I told him not to come, but he didn’t listen. And I’m so sorry he was so rude to you earlier, that was completely uncalled for and—” “It’s okay, Austin, I’ve dealt with worse,” Javier interrupts gently. “Besides, if I had a boyfriend like you, I’d be just as bad, maybe even worse than him.” “Thanks, by the way, for covering for me,” Austin says a little sheepishly. “I’m glad I mentioned Deanna now in our last conversation.” Javier grins. “I think we should both look into acting after that performance earlier.” His dark eyes scan Austin from head to toe and Austin feels warm under his attention. “I love the outfit. Makes me think of a midnight tryst.” “That’s what I was going for!” Austin says excitedly. “I was going to wear some silver jewelry and maybe a few diamonds, but I thought that might be overkill.” “I think you should wear them,” says Javier with a nod. “Not saying the look doesn’t work without them, but it would definitely add another dimension to the scene, like you were a piece of the sky itself.” He thinks to himself for a moment. “I think that’s the angle I’ll go for with this first scene. It’ll be dreamy, with lighting similar to moonlight, a bed or chaise for you to lounge on, with dark blue and black cloth draped around you with metallic accents. Sound good to you?” “It sounds delightful!” gushes Austin. “These photos are going to be amazing, Javier!” Javier smiles gently. “Only if you trust in my vision, Austin, otherwise it won’t work.” “I trust you! I trust you completely. I love everything you’ve said so far.” “Good,” says Javier with a chuckle. “Now finish up and I’ll get the set ready in the meantime.” Austin nods, a smile still plastered on his face as Javier leaves. to be continued....
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