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Coming to Berlin for a couple of days in mid-Dec. This will not be a sight seeing visit, unless I’m seeing a line of hard dicks or juicy ass in front of me. This trip is exclusively about extended, raunchy wild times with as many hot fuckers I can find. Any advice on events in early December, strip bars, sex parties, or uninhibited places a wild, horny pig like me could get his cunt wrecked would be much-appreciated. Invitations to private parties or 1:1 with raunchy aggressive local tops or versátiles wanting to welcome (and abuse) my warm pussy would be hot. Into a lot, BD, ws, ff, massive toys wrecking a gaped hole, sub/dom, public, cumdumps. Come on Berlin, don’t disappoint a whore wishing to see the rancious parts of Berlin.
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orgy ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE - QUEBECOIS FATHER AND SON FF
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ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE – Quebecois Father and Son FF One of the kinkiest experiences I ever had took place at a Fisting Party on the Upper West Side a few years back. Jim, a guy I played with occasionally - but only when his very vanilla partner was out-of-town or occupied - asked if I would go to a leather party with him located near his place. He thought the scene might be a bit much for him alone, but that if I was along, he'd fit in better. Sounded good to me, so with some leather already on, we carted the rest over 3 blocks in our bags, we rang the apartment, and were greeted at the front door by the host, a guy I'd seen at some pnp get-together's before. Our host, Earl was a 40ish stocky, shaved black man, already in harness and ass-less chaps. (I should mention Jim is a tall, thin white guy, very pale with lots of dark hair all over and a long skinny cock). We stripped in a foyer and added some additional leather from our bags – I loaned Jim a vest, leather jockstrap, leather cockring and armbands, and a leather ball cap to go with his construction boots; while I was in chaps, codpiece, harness with chrome cockring, bicep bands on both arms, engineer boots and motorcycle cap. We passed through a blanket hung up like a curtain to enter the main part of the apartment. The main room was set up dungeon style, with two slings, a couple of weight benches, two rim seats and leather or rubber drop cloths over the floor and furniture. There were several lube stations complete with j-lube, crisco and elbow grease, and on a raised table at the far end of the room, several bongs and pipes already loaded. A sharps container rested below the table. Earl, our host had recognized me from other gatherings as well and told me to go get cloudy and “do your usual thing and help get these guys started”. I wondered if my friend Jim realized this was a party with a distinct focus on fisting? Fortunately, my nails were all trimmed. I looked around seeing about 6 or 7 men there already, all age groups, body types, and ethnicities. Jim spotted an old buddy he’d not played with in years and went over to chat. Two guys in latex gear I’d never seen before waved me over to the sheet covered sofa they were sitting on, indicating the large water-bong they were using. Smiling, I came over and they split apart so that I would sit between them. Handing me the pipe and the torch, a melted the product and took a huge hit, held it, then slowly released a huge cloud, one of the guys murmured “mon dieu” as I sighed “Thanks, I needed that…” I told them my name, and they introduced themselves as Claude and Didier. “A pleasure gentlemen, now who wants a shotgun?” The older one Claude didn’t get that but the younger Didier did and indicated his mouth. I took another big hit, held it while giving the pipe and torch to Claude and met Didier’s mouth and exhaled the hit to him while our tongues played a bit. Didier blew out the cloud then indicated Claude with his head, I turned and Claude was in the midst of drawing a large hit himself and with his finger indicated I should come closer, and passed me the smoke in a shotgun. A few more minutes of sharing and blowing clouds and a few more comments and I told them I had to ask two questions, and the indicated to go ahead. “First question. Quebecois?” as I looked back and forth between them, “Yes,” responded Claude, “most Americans would have gone for French first.” I said, “Nah, the accent is different, and you’re both taller than most Frenchmen.” “Second question?” asked Didier with a smirk, noticing how I kept looking from one to the other, obviously scrutinizing them and curious. Both were olive-skinned white guys with a tan, tall, with dark hair on their heads, in Didier’s beard, and nicely scattered on the parts of their bodies that weren’t covered by their matching latex singlets. Average bodies, not gym rats like I was at the time. Long fingered hands, large long feet. And most curious, both had green eyes. “Second question then,” I started. “You two look a lot alike. I mean REALLY a lot as if you were brothers, which would be hot enough to me, but the age difference is too much. Trust me, I won’t be freaked out, I’d be turned on, so how exactly ARE you two related? Or is the fact you look alike the greatest coincidence of all time?” Claude looked around a bit, half concerned, half amused and said simply: “I’m his father”. “Oh shit that’s hot…” I whispered. “Seriously?” They both nodded and laughed at my facial expression. “Damn that’s hot” I repeated. “Not everyone thinks so,” Didier responded as we all looked around “even in a situation like this.” They promised to tell me more after we’d played a bit – they wanted to double team me and I was more than happy. I told them I had to find out more about this, just as the host was passing out loaded points. I looked around to see if Jim was cool with everything and caught him getting his cough and holding his arm over his head after his old buddy slammed him. Jim winked and gave me the thumbs up then started snogging his friend. Earl reached us at that point and asked if I were bumping or pointing that night, remembering I was the guy who always had to drive home. “Didier’s a home health aid in Montreal, he’s really a good admin,” Earl indicated. Since I had a particularly long block of time to play with this event starting in late afternoon, I gsve a nod. Earl was right, Didier was quick and efficient, and I was still finishing my cough when I heard Claude’s similar reaction from doing himself behind me, followed by Didier’s own launching into the stratosphere. The three of us got into a hot make out session of rough 3-way kissing before the two of them each sunk their mouths onto my nips – Claude particularly was turned on by how big they were (or so it seemed from the things he was muttering as he sucked, bit and tongued them). Our hands were all roving all over each other – I was tweaking their nips, jerking their soft but very long cocks, and fingering their hot holes. I was in the center of the couch and both of them got on their haunches on either end of it, their faces meeting over my cock, which they proceeded to lick, kiss and suck, intermittently kissing each other and sucking the other’s tongue. Between watching an honest-to-God father and son share my cock while they made out, and the little blue wonder I’d taken earlier, my cock was rock hard shortly. While they blitzed out on cock sucking and kissing each other I was slipping my fingers into their two hungry holes. I stood up from the couch, and for a few minutes,one rimmed me while the other continued sucking me, and then they switched. Soon I was on the floor in front of the couch, the two of them together in the center with their touching legs overlapping, leaning back with legs raised and holes exposed. I went back and forth rimming one while fingering the other, then switching while spending a while as well on each of their long, uncut ‘saucissons’. For some reason, I found the Dad’s hairy hole a bit more exciting, and the son’s cock more compelling, though telling the difference was a bit tough, as Didier was truly a chip off the old block almost identical to his father Claude. Their cocks got only semi-hard and were mostly soft at this point, but they did get hard later in the event. Unlike most of the pnp parties I’ve been to before or since, this one was unusual in that guys either paired or trio-d up at the beginning and pretty much played with the same guy or guys for most of the evening – though cheered on and watched by the other groups. There was a bit of a “round robin” as all of us fisted the host as he lay back in one of the slings. Then the other sling was free and Claude, Didier and I moved over to use it. It was very hot, when Claude lay back in the sling while the thinner Didier, with the assistance of two solid blocks on either side of the center of the sling straddled his father with their cocks and chests rubbing against each other and two beautiful holes presented to me. For a few minutes, I fucked each of them, bending my knees to access dad, and up on my toes to access the son. Since this was a fisting party (much to Jim’s surprise apparently, though he seemed to be doing well over by the fuck bench, with his arm way up his buddy’s chute while sitting on a large dildo up his own hole. I started playing with both holes and worked on opening them up Didier hopped up to go get the bong while I worked his Dad’s inner paradise – he got handed a bottle of poppers from the guy in the next sling and took a huff as four of my lubed fingers spread and turned in his hole. Didier put the stem of the bong to Claude’s mouth as he took a huge hit and blew a few huge clouds. Then he brought it to me and held it (both my hands and forearms were covered with j-lube so I sure couldn’t hold it) and let me take some hits – he did a few shot-gunning his dad on the last one as Claude’s hole inhaled my whole hand past the wrist. Didier had put the bong back and returned, rimming me a bit as I worked his dad’s hole and using a vibrating plug on my hole. I worked Claude’s hole for a while, thrusting, turning pulling almost all the way out, and after a bit, Didier added a few of his fingers alongside my wrist inside his dad. Claude needed to break, and after we checked that no one was waiting for it, Didier got in the sling. Started the same, opening him up, Claude brought the pipe, we all clouded while I used my fingers to stretch the kid’s fuck-hole. A hit of poppers and my hand shot in. Claude sucked my cock and played with my ass as I got further into his son’s core. Eventually he got on all fours under the sling and with me kneeling on the pillow while working his son’s hole, Claude backed on to my cock. I fucked him (gently to be fair) until Didier started demanding I pound them both. The fisting and the fucking got more energetic, I even got some punch fucking of Didier in before a break was called. We all went to the bathroom to clean up a bit, and they began to tell me their story (which I was DYING to know). As they spun their tale to me, we finished washing up and headed back to the couch with a newly refilled bong. I had wondered how this all started and who approached who. It seems son had approached father – seems Claude’s wife and Didier’s mother had started being distant and abusive to Claude and was diagnosed with Early On-set Alzheimer’s. This was 5 years prior when Didier was 19, and Claude 41. Claude was thrust into care-giver mode, and his sex life dwindled to zero, while his libido was still quite healthy leaving him horny and depressed. He was, however, still faithful to his wife and thought a mistress or a prostitute wouldn’t be right, even though his wife could no longer return his feelings. Meanwhile, at McGill his son had discovered the joys of not only gay sex, but gay chem sex. He also saw how miserable, lonely and depressed his father was. Claude had even brought up to Didier when he was visiting home one night after they’d had a few beers, that he was so horny but could not imagine cheating on his wife with another woman. That hatched a plan in Didier’s head. Reminding his father that he needed to break sometime, he got his Claude to hire an Aide for an entire four-day weekend while he went downtown and visited his son in his apartment at McGill. Utilizing the sports therapy massage skills he was already learning – plus a judicious use of some G in a sports drink, Didier got his father in a very relaxed, horny and calm mood. “You roofied your Father?” I burst out. Claude shushed me and told his son to continue. While massaging his recumbent naked father, Didier not only came out to him, but proposed that he would be happy to be the solution to his father’s sexual dilemma – not being female, he suggested that’s not really cheating. Between the G and the skin-to-skin contact and Claude’s overwhelming horniness, he told his son he could see some logic in that, but really wasn’t sure. Assuring that he had ways to help Claude decide, Didier pulled out a glass pipe, filled it with tina, and popped some bareback gay and bi porn on the TV and computer. Even though Claude claims he never really thought about or fantasized about having sex with men, the seduction worked. Soon son was blowing his dad and getting fucked by him and as more time and T went by that weekend, Claude started sucking his son and being fucked himself. He totally fell for chemmed gay sex, and by the end of the weekend a couple of Didier’s buddies had joined in. After that, Didier came home at least a couple of times a week – and since his Dad was already sleeping in his son’s room so the Aides could take care of his wife in the master bedroom, it didn’t arouse much suspicion when Didier and Claude would spend the night together in the same room, and though they also got high frequently, the did their best to keep it really quiet! Eventually the wife lost all memory and abilities and was moved to an institution for round the clock care, at which point Claude moved into Didier’s apartment which was closer to the extended care hospital than his original home, and allowed father and son to continue exploring their pnp limits. Both of the men being ass-infatuated, fisting naturally followed. Though both were versatile, both actually preferred bottoming, Claude even more so than Didier. Depending on the gay crowd you were with, they were either the scandal or the darlings of Montreal. Having hydrated, cleaned up and re-upping our high, we blew a few last clouds and got back to hole play. They got on their knees on the couch and we did a “Chariot Race” with me having an arm up each ass, fisting them simultaneously while they kissed and made out like crazy. One would fist the other while I either fucked them from behind, or fisted them, and again, they’d switch. I was fucked by both of them when they got hard finally and they helped me open my hole with toys, fingers, plugs and an anal pump. We’d break and shower off a bit, then return to the party room to have a rim circle and blow a few clouds. After they each slammed again, I was able to fist fuck Didier with two hands, then pulled one out as his father put his hand in with mine. I did the same with Claude, only with him I could have both hands in and Didier slipped one of his part way in as well. Astonishing… especially when Didier whispered in my ear “and to think, not long ago that chempig was a straight married guy… technically STILL married”. I almost shot hearing that! We played for 11 hours and I had to get going, thanking our host many times and offering to kick in for the favors, which he refused. I bid farewell to my hot Quebecois pervs, hoping I’d see them again (never did, unfortunately). Jim walked me out as he was heading home as well. He was really glad he came but didn’t think he’d do it again – he thought he “went too far” and was concerned if he did this too much, sex with his vanilla partner would pale too much. And, he added, it was a bit too much for his own limits. “Were those guys you were with REALLY father and son?” he asked. I nodded, “yeah on one break they took out their passports, they sure were.” “I don’t know,” Jim replied. “That’s kinda hot, and kinda sick to me… I guess I’m just not as debauched as you are…” I gave him an elbow to his ribs and hopped in my car, parked in front of his place on W85th. “Nah,” I said as we both laughed and he headed to his building. “But you WANT to be!”- 21 comments
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“Yeah, come over.” The text read. I was laying in my bed. I hadn’t been laying there long, maybe 5 minutes. The text was from a long time play buddy Jay, whom I had decline to play with earlier for someone who would eventually ghost me. I was a bit hesitant, as he lived nearly an hour away, and I had been driving around town the past hour and half with no results of action. “Fuck it..” I mumbled to myself, getting out of bed. I needed some action. I hadn’t partied in months, I had 2 whole bottles of poppers, my ass was clean, and I was horny as hell. I didn’t care that it would take an hour to get to my friends. He had supplies and he was a good fuck. I got dressed, left the house, and headed his way. It was rainy, my nerves were starting to get to me, as I had been up for more than 18 hours and I hadn’t even partied. Maybe this was a mistake I told myself. No, with Jay, it's never a mistake. It’s always good. Jay was black guy, my weakness. He had a decent sized cock, nice and thick but not too long. He was always generous with his supplies with me. Usually just T and G. He was one of the first few guys I really started to party with that were repeatable fucks. Jay loved that I got all sleazy and slutty, and he could power fuck like no one’s business. I arrived at the address he gave me. My friend had moved in the past few months, so I hadn’t been out to his place before. But this didn’t look like a place he’d live. It was a big house, in a cul-de-sc, with a bunch of cars and the like. I spotted his, so I knew it was right. I knocked on the door. I waited. A few minutes later, I could hear him telling me to come in. I opened the door, finding steps leading up and down to various parts of this house, with the up stairs leading to a living room, where my friend was at. There were 2 other guys there. An older white guy and a younger black guy. They greeted me with some hand waves, as the older guy was sucking on the younger guy, and from the looks, a nice big long black cock. Jay took me aside, handing me his pipe. “It’s already loaded.” He knew I like to smoke a few clouds before really getting down to party. I nodded, as I set my stuff down. Jay stripped naked and went back to them, while I stripped myself. I lit his torch, heating up the glass god. The smoke swirled, and I started to take a hit. Then another. Oh yeah that’s good stuff. I sat his pipe down near his stuff, and I just watched them all together. Jay was eating the older guy’s ass, while the older one sucked that big black cock. I was pretty amazed at the scene. I took out my poppers, did a couple of hits, and joined Jay. I was feeling his skin, as I stroked his back down to his thighs. There was some sprinkling of kisses, as I did have some affection for this man. He turned to me, and asked if I wanted some G. I nodded, as he got up. He measured out some in a medicine shot, and offered it up to me. I took the bitter shot, and was handed some juice to wash it down. “Its good stuff, trust me.” He told me. I noticed as he set his shot down, that he had some rigs. He saw me eyeing them. “You want a slam?” I looked at him for a few seconds, debating in my head. I looked at the other two, who were enjoying themselves, and then back at Jay. I nodded. He started to get one ready for me, as I went to the kitchen to heat up my arm a bit, hoping to get some easy to register veins. He came over to me with a cord for my arm. He tried to give it to me standing up, but I suggested sitting some where, just in case it knocked me on my ass. We found a spot at the kitchen table nearby. I tied off my arm, as he searched for a good vein. He found one, popped in the needed, got a bit of good blood, and then slowly pushed in. He drew out the needle, cleaned the area, as he told me to undo the cord. I could feel the heat rising in my body, as my heart raced. I barely coughed. My eyes lit up, as I made my way over to the other guys. They had been watching us, and knew it was time to really play. All my mind could think of was ‘cock cock cock cock’. I grabbed my poppers, and knelt in front of the young black guy. His cock was standing straight up, hard as rock, atleast 9”. My mind raced in anticipation of wrapping my lips around it, sucking it all the way down. I wanted this cock badly. The G started to hit as well, as I could feel myself just giving into all the dark thoughts in my head. Of the want and need to get fucked, to be used. To enjoy pleasure. I stroked his cock a bit, feeling it my hands. I took a short hit of poppers, then another one, then one final long one. I had to suck this cock. HAD TO. I reached back for it, holding in my hands as I started to lick as his balls, all the way up. I licked around his head, as I stared intently into his eyes. He was already flying himself. I opened my mouth wide and took him in. I went down as far as I could, trying not to scrape him. He could tell I was doing this and said "Go ahead, be rough, do it, slut." I felt his hands on my head, as he pushed me further down. Between everything I was on, I didn’t care. I wanted this in my throat. I wanted his cock in my mouth. I kept bobbing up and down for a few minutes. He stopped me after a bit, and just held me there as I felt him releasing a bit of piss in my mouth. I didn’t care. I drank it greedily, my mind racing to get want this to get higher. To be lost in this world of pleasure. I went back to sucking his cock, as I saw the older white guy make his way off to the bathroom. I kept this up for a bit, but the lust of wanting to get fucked was hitting me. I pulled off and looked back at Jay, who was finishing up a slam for himself. He saw the lust in my eyes and smiled. "Good stuff, heh? I gave you a .25.” My brain couldn’t register the meaning, only it was a bit more than the last time I slammed. I crawled across the floor to Jay, and started to suck on his cock. I wanted to get him hard. The other guy had gone to join the white guy in the bathroom. I asked Jay who they were, and he just said some friends. I went back to sucking his cock with abandon, it now hardening fast. My mind really didn't care anymore, it only wanted the pleasure of man on man sex. The other two came back in, and I was just overwhelmed with lust. They crowded around Jay, as he handed them their points. I had 3 cocks in front of me, so I just went to town on sucking them. Apparently the white guy had a PA, so I was having fun trying to suck it. He wasn’t that big, which helped, but either way, I was in cocklust mode. Jay finished his, and went behind me. He grabbed some lube and started to wet my hole. He fingered me a bit, as I kept sucking the cocks in front of me. I felt him at my hole, so I stopped to take a couple of hits of my poppers. He pressed him, hitting home. I felt full, in both ends. The two other guys moaned as they watched him fucking me. They eventually pulled away, as the white guy wanted to get fucked by the young big black cock. I watched in ecstasy, as I saw the young stud mount the older one. Jay was fucking me with abandon. My ass was just in pleasure mode. I hit more poppers, to send me into heaven. Oh it was so good. Jay rolled me onto my side and kept up with his pounding. Everything was just so good. This went on for a good 20 or so minutes, from what I could tell. I told Jay I needed to drink something, I was starting to get a bit too hot. So he pulled out, sadly. He helped me get up so that I could sit in a chair. He went and got us some water to drink. We watched the other 2 fuck for a bit more, before they stopped as well. I was still horny, so I started to stroke Jay again, before eventually going down on him. I had him stand in front of me while I was in the chair, and I just sucked with abandon. He played with his nipples, before being helped by the older guy. The older guy eventually knelt down and was rimming Jay a bit. The younger guy came by, his hard cock sticking out. I reached over and started to stroke him, before I had to just suck him. It was so beautiful of a cock. I deep throated him a bit, and then looked up at him. “I need you to fuck me with this beautiful cock.” He smiled and nodded. He asked me where I wanted him to fuck me. I replied the couch would probably be easier, my knees were in a bit of pain from the floor. I looked at Jay and asked if I could take a couple of hits off this pipe, I really wanted to be flying a bit more. He nodded and went to get it, as I climbed up on the couch, my ass just sticking out. Jay came around to the other side, and held the pipe for me, lighting it up. He knew sometimes I loved to be dominated into smoking more, so this was perfect. He kept grumbling out some very verbal dirty things to me about being a slut and getting fucked by big black cocks. Once the swirl of cloud started, he told me to breathe out, empty my lungs, then he put the pipe to my mouth and told me to inhale slowly as he kept it lit. I did as commanded, taking in a very deep hit. He kissed me as I exhaled, shotgunning my blast to him. Again, he commanded. The big black cock, meanwhile, was lubing my ass up a bit more. He was fingering me a bit, 2-3 fingers at a time, as I took my second big hit. He told me to reach back, spread my cheeks. I did as told, my mind starting to race even more in lust. He told Jay to have me do some heavy popper hits, since I seemed to be one of those popper pigs. Jay grabbed my poppers and came back around to me, smiling. He looked me in and the eye and said ‘"He’s really gonna fuck this shit out of you.” He took the cap off the bottle, pressed his finger against one of my nostrils, and held the bottle. I breathed out, emptying my lungs, before snorting a slow, long hit. Exhale, empty longs. Switch nostrils. Big hit. I feel the big cock pressing at my hole. Exhale, switch nostrils, big hit, the big cock is sliding in me. Exhale, switch, big hit, big cock goes in deeper. Exhale, switch, big hit, hold it. As I exhale, he pushes as deep as he goes and I’m in pure lust ecstasy. The big cock grabs the back of my head, pulling my hair a bit, his other hand on my hip, as he starts to pound me. I’m moaning, grumbling out ‘fuck me, fuck me, breed me, oh god fuck me!’ This guy is just pounding away at my ass like a piston, deep and hard. Jay hasn’t moved all that much, as I look him in the eye with lust. He gives me a couple more hits of poppers, before standing up. He held his cock to mouth and pulled me onto it. So now I have these two gorgeous black cocks hitting me from both ends. I’m in slut heaven. This is my purpose, my job. The older guy is next to us, stroking his cock and hitting his laptop for messages and porn. He occasionally reaches over and strokes my back or my cock, but mostly just watches or is paying attention to messages online. My ass is just a hole for this big black cock. He’s hitting me hard, pressing me further against the back of the couch. He pushes me down at an angle, pulling me back a big so my ass is just thrust in the air for him to use. I just feel him pistoning in and out, and I’m in so much lust from flying with clouds, hitting my wonderful poppers. I lost track of time on how long he fucked me, but it was definitely a good long while. Eventually he started to tire out and I was getting hot and thirsty. So he pulls out and goes back to a chair, while I try to crawl back down to the floor to chill. Jay is just grinning, as he’s stroking his cock. I ask for water, and Jay goes and gets me some, bringing us all some. The white guy is smoking a cigarette, so I ask if I could smoke some of mine, cause yeah I needed it with all that good fucking. I hit a couple of mine, as we all just sit there, watching porn, making small talk. But eventually, we start back up again...
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Education: 01 - A Long Introduction Part 1 He had been chatting with Mitch off and on for months through the apps and hook-up sites, but nothing had ever come of it. Andrew had shot his load to many of their conversations. He fantasized about grinding down against Mitch's hairy body and taking his raw cock. It seemed like Mitch wanted to meet. Their schedules just never allowed for it. Andrew was 24, 10 years younger than Mitch's profile said he was. Both were white with dark hair and eyes. While Andrew kept his pits furry and trimmed the hair around his cock, he was mostly smooth otherwise. Mitch on the other hand had thick full pits and a nice bush as well as a solid but not overwhelming blanket of hair across his chest, belly, and legs. And while Mitch also had an average length cock of about 6.5 to 7 inches, it looked thick and firm enough to make Andrew's hole twitch any time they talked. Andrew was also a slimmer guy – toned, not too skinny but not a jock by any means. He was sure a man like Mitch would make him feel great. Andrew had loved taking bareback since an older buddy of his in college insisted on fucking him raw when he was a freshman. He had always been the typical misguided suburban boy though, cautious about trying to only take dick from HIV neg guys. Mitch's positive status was one of the only things holding him back. He had not shared that hesitation though. Late one night, things changed. They chatted on Scruff about all of the things Andrew dreamed about: kissing a hot scruffy man, taking his big bro or dad's cock into his mouth and licking the shaft and head until he got to swallow a thick load of cum, burying his face into a sexy man's hairy chest, having his hole opened up by a wet tongue so that his top's rock hard cock can slide in. They had not talked about meeting up in a while, ever since Andrew clearly chickened out a month before. But the dirty talk grew heavier and heavier, more pictures were exchanged, and suddenly, to Andrew's surprise, Mitch sent him a short video. The video showed him blowing smoke on his bottom's hole, eating him out, and then sliding in his cock for a few good hard thrusts. And then Mitch asked Andrew if he would come over to his hotel room downtown. Much to both of their surprise, Andrew said yes. The talk over the last hour had made him cockhungry, and the video of Mitch rawdogging a hot hole that looked like it could have been Andrew's own pushed him over the edge. It was time to meet face to face. It took a while for Andrew to get ready, but eventually he headed downtown to meet Mitch. His heart was pounding. Mitch said that he'd have all the supplies needed: lube if spit wasn't enough, some toys, a selection of porn, poppers and Maximum Impact, cockrings if Andrew wanted to try, other things that he might want to try as well. Andrew's heart pounded as he spied his scruffy raw top waiting for him outside the hotel. He looked maybe 6 years older than his profile had said, but that didn't matter. Andrew was in lust at first sight. "Hey, I'm Mitch," he said, tossing down his cigarette and extending his hand. "Damn you're cute." Andrew shook it, shyly introduced himself, and followed him past the welcome desk and into the elevator. Mitch made small talk, seeing that his young prey was nervous. They walked through an open air courtyard and down a hall to the right, entering a room near the corner of the building. The room was dark, and much to Andrew's surprise, two other men were inside. "H-hi, I'm Andrew," he said, looking from the lean, muscular guy on his left to the fully nude bearish man that was lying on the bed. "I hope you don't mind," Mitch said, touching Andrew's ass through his jeans. "They've been here for a while and wanted to meet you too once I showed them your pics." Andrew nodded and smiled, clenching his butt in his soon-to-be breeder's hand. Mitch growled in approval and moved his hand to his waistline and then down into the young man's jeans. "Fuck, kid," he said, running his middle finger down Andrew's crack. "He's got on a jock, guys. Wanna show them, boy?" He was nervous, having not been told that this would be a group affair, but he spun around to face Mitch. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and kicked his shoes off to the side as he lowered the top of his jeans below the blue and white striped waistband of his jock. "Sexy boy," said the naked hairy man on the bed. He looked to be in his mid-30s, about the same age as Mitch. He also had dark hair, but he had a shaved head and a more body hair than anyone else in the room. He also had two tattoos on his arm: a phrase in a foreign language and a tribal-looking figure. He was the biggest of them all in terms of mass, but he wasn't overweight. Just large and solid. A man. Andrew could feel himself get rock hard in his jock as he stared into Mitch's eyes and let his new bearded acquaintance look him over from behind. "Mind if I do this?" Before Andrew could ask what, the man dove face first into his ass. As his tongue hit Andrew's tight hole, Mitch said, "That's RJ. Feel good?" Andrew nodded once more as RJ came up for air. "Fuck dude. His hole tastes amazing. Why don't you and Tony give this kid a hit while I loosen him up a bit more?" The boy opened his mouth to ask Mitch what he was talking about, but Mitch put a finger on his lips and gave him a deep kiss. Their tongues caressed each other as RJ's tongue began to lap at his hole once more. It circled the pucker, tracing around it before darting in and out and up and down in long, forceful strokes. After a moment, Mitch broke from the kiss and crossed the room to the bathroom. Andrew could hear rustling from the other room, the sounds of Mitch digging through his bag. The athletic stud who had been watching from a chair in the corner stood up and took Mitch's place in front of the young man. "I'm Tony," he said with a smile. He was by far the most attractive in the room. Tall and thin like Andrew but more toned. He clearly went to the gym a few times a week, enough to keep in shape but not to bulk up. "My hat matches your jock, I see," he commented, rubbing the Nasty Pig logo above Andrew's trapped wood. His fingers moved down to trace the length of his cock, and he leaned in for a brief kiss. "God damn you've got a great hole, Andrew," RJ said. He rose up, kneeling on the edge of the bed behind Andrew. Andrew could feel RJ's hairy chest graze his back through his thin t-shirt. He groaned softly as RJ's index finger ran over his wet hole. "Yeah, boy, you like that? Think you'd like this in there later?" he asked as he tapped what felt like a meaty cock against Andrew's left cheek. "It will definitely like you." "Make sure you save some of that for me too," Tony said to RJ. Then he looked to Andrew. He had gorgeous blue eyes. Everyone else in the room had dark hair and dark eyes, which made Tony's icy blue ones pop out even more. "I'm usually more of a bottom, but...you never know." "Hey, get him comfortable! I'm almost ready," Mitch called from inside the bathroom. Tony reached down and took Andrew's jeans the rest of the way off, folding them and setting them against the wall with his shoes. He then lifted the boy's t-shirt over his head, smiling at what Andrew thought was his chest but what was really RJ lubing up his dick in the background. RJ set the bottle of iD on the bed next him after his 7.5 inch uncut cock was nice and slick and leaned back onto the pillows. "Let's get on the bed," Tony whispered in the new kid's ear, pushing him back slightly and forcing Andrew to move onto it. RJ assisted from behind, pulling the younger bottom up so that he was half sitting on the man's right thigh. "Hello again," RJ said, tweaking Andrew's nipple with his right hand and positioning the head of his cock at the boy's hole with his other. As a naked Mitch reentered the room with two objects in his hand, Tony stripped off his athletic shorts to reveal his hung chubbing cock, adorned with a heavy black rubber cockring. Tony slid up onto the bed, positioning himself on the other side of Andrew and spreading his legs a bit. Mitch joined them last, straddling the others' legs to sit in front of the group. "So when I say go, start sucking in slowly," he instructed Andrew. Mitch raised the first of the objects to Andrew's lips, and he saw a glass pipe with a long stem and a bulb at one end that was loaded with a melted white/clear substance. Mitch then raised a blue torch up and lit the end of the pipe. The substance melted, and white smoke swirled around in the bulb. "Ok, you can start," the boy's teacher said. Mitch slowly turned the pipe back and forth as Andrew inhaled. The young man only half knew what he was participating in, having read stories online and seen a handful of brief videos of this on a random gay porn tumblr page. His eyes darted from the smokey end and up to the man who he wanted so badly inside him. When he had taken as deep a breath he could, he raised his hand slightly, and Mitch pulled the pipe away. "Now exhale," he instructed. "No need to hold it in. Just breathe out slowly." And so Andrew did. "If you give me a kiss, you can have another." Finally he could be back in his originally intended top's arms! Not that he was complaining about the other two men taking care of him. Andrew leaned up toward Mitch, but Mitch stopped him from getting too close, taking his free hand and pinching the boy's nipple. His eyes moved downward to his hard dick, back up to the boy, and then back to his cock. "I meant kiss that." The younger man leaned forward on the bed and softly licked the head of Mitch's penis. He eagerly scooped up a pearl of precum that appeared on its tip and looked back up to his top. From behind, he could feel RJ's thumb work its way into his wet, hungry hole. "Mm, yeah, that's a hot warm hole. Nice and tight," RJ said with a smile. Tony licked his lips as he played with his own cock and hole, his eyes never leaving Andrew's ass. "I get in there first," Mitch said with a glance over to RJ and then to the large TV where Blue Bailey was getting fucked by a gang of men. "Of course," RJ agreed. "Just getting him ready." Having done what was requested of him, he sat back toward RJ again, which inadvertently forced RJ's finger deeper within him. Again, he wasn't complaining. He had never had the desire to party in the past, but now that his new friends were introducing him to it, he could understand the appeal. Even that first mediocre hit was having him crave cum. The pipe was raised to his lips once more and then again and again. After four increasingly large hits, Mitch took one for himself and then handed the pipe to Tony to use. Mitch leaned in closer to the hungry bottom and kissed him deeply. Andrew leaned back onto RJ, half sliding off the bearish man and on to the pillow between RJ and Tony as Tony lit up. RJ tweaked Andrew's nipples, causing him to moan through the kiss, and then he lowered his hand to Tony's waiting hole. "Fuck yes, let's get these bottom sluts twisted," RJ said to Mitch as he removed his finger so that Mitch could line his hefty cock up to Andrew's slick hole. He pressed the head of his cock against the boy's pucker and slowly pressed in. He could tell the kid was fucked up by the way his hole sucked at his cock. He continued in slowly, feeling each ring contract and release against his shaft, pulling him further and further along. "You like that? This okay?" he asked. "Yes sir," Andrew said, moving his hips downward in a sudden movement to take the rest in quickly. Once it was as far as he could take it in that thrust, he squeezed his hole on the cock inside him. "Oh god damn that feels good," Mitch groaned. He pulled out slowly and pushed in with more speed, going deeper this time than before. "You have an amazing hole. I bet you get told that all the time." "I have been before, yeah. Your cock feels great inside me too," Andrew half whispered and half moaned back. He bucked his hips, sliding up and down on Mitch's raw pole a few times before sliding off RJ, who had shifted to the boy's right a bit so that he could have fun with Tony. RJ took a hit of poppers and slid out from under Andrew entirely. He positioned himself between Tony's legs so that Tony and Andrew were side-by-side on their backs, and he plunged into Tony's eager hole. Once his cock was balls deep, RJ leaned over and fed poppers to Tony and Andrew as well. All four men were flying. The two tops worked in and out of their bottoms, picking up speed and slowing down as they felt themselves getting closer and closer to cumming. Andrew propped himself up on a pillow as Mitch worked in and out of his hole so that he could see the cock penetrating him. His angle wasn't the best, but he could see the root and bush grinding into his legs. "I have to go out to take care of some things quickly," Mitch said, leaning in to Andrew, "but I'll be back shortly." He started to pull out, but Andrew wrapped his legs around his to keep him inside. "Will you breed me first, sir?" he asked. "I'll keep it in me until you get back so that you can add some more." "Woof," Tony growled. "He's a cumpig too." "Oh, I knew that," Mitch said slyly, picking up his pace again. "I'll breed you, boy. I'll fill your hole nice and good. And then I'll fill you up with an even bigger one when I get back." "Fuck yes, sir," Andrew said. The thick veiny rawdick in his hole felt so amazing. He swayed his hips side to side, working his hole up even wider as Mitch's meat thrust in and out. "I want your cum deep inside me. Please, sir." "Mm, always hot watching a daddy fuck his boy," RJ said, bottoming out in Tony's hole again. Both of their eyes were on the fresh meat that was about to take their friend's load. "Hotter still when his bro and uncle get to watch." "Hot!" Andrew moaned at the roleplay talk. "You like that, eh? Take your dad's big raw cock, you bareback pig," RJ continued. "Oh god, here it–" Before Mitch could finish the sentence, Andrew pulled him in as deep as he could and clenched down on the dick inside him. He milked it with his open hole, feeling it pulse within him each time he tightened and held onto it. "Fuck," the spent top moaned. "That felt so fucking good, boy. You like dirty talk like that?" Andrew nodded. "You like taking your daddy's seed?" "Yes sir," his boy said. "Good pig," Mitch replied. He leaned over to the nightstand on the side of the bed and lifted a small bag up. "God damn, I'm still cumming. I didn't think I would that much, not yet." "He'd already put one inside me shortly before you got here," Tony explained, leaning over to give Andrew a kiss. RJ once more started to move in and out of his muscular bottom, this time going faster and faster until gangbang porn playing on the screen opposite of the bed was drowned out by his moaning and the slapping sounds of his body against Tony's. Mitch slowly slid out of Andrew's cum-filled hole, replacing his cock with a short but fat butt plug. "That's to keep my cum in, but you can take it out if you need to. Or if one of them wants inside you." "You felt so good," Andrew said softly as he shut his eyes, squeezing his hole and making it suck on the plug. "There's much more where that came from when I get back." Mitch quickly hopped off the bed, picked up a towel that was in a heap on the ground next to them, and wiped the sweat from his body. "RJ, I'll be back soon. I've got to go two places nearby," he told his friends. "Take care of him." His buds nodded as he rushed to get dressed, pick up a backpack, and head to the door. "Feeling good?" Mitch asked. "Mm, yes sir," the cumpig bottom boy responded. "I just want more." "Well, you heard him, guys," he said to RJ and Tony. "Looks like nephew wants uncle and his big bro in him too."
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Anyone have any homemade breeding or pics? Wanna swap? Love trading or watching porn with guys!
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Looking to get bred by nasty sweaty pigs/pervs.....that know how to party.
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Based on your recent experience(s), which days & times are good for uninhibited bareback fucking at the various L.A. area bathhouses (Hollywood, Flex, Midtowne, Melrose, 1350, etc.)? I had a really good time at Flex this summer on a Thursday night, Friday night and Sunday night (usually arriving about 10pm-midnight). Each time, the place was busy with a good mix of guys and lots of raw fucking. I didn't have as much fun on my most recent late-night visits to Midtowne (Friday & Saturday) and Melrose (Friday & Sunday). There just wasn't much action to be had (bareback or otherwise). What about you guys?
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I have been poz for more than a year, and I still can't seem to get my act together to fuck... I was a barebackin piggy top before rimming, fucking raw, felching - felching is fuckin amazing, ass to mouth play and parTying like a proper piggy top whore - it was fucking brilliant! But once I found out I was poz I took a step back... waaaaaay back from fucking. I stopped cold turkey. And now it has been more than a year. I want to get back into some delicious arses and create havoc with my thick cock but at the same time I selfishly don't want to fuck up my health status anymore. I lucked out with a very high CD4 count - so I don't need to get on meds for quite a while and I want to stay that way. Fuuuuuck! Completely lost on what to do & wondering if anyone had faced similar issues...
