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After graduating high school I was stressed about what colleges to go to. I settled on a modest place that hopefully wouldn’t put me too far in debt. College life was exciting but in the moment it felt a little overwhelming. So I decided to take a gap year and backpack across the states and see as much as I could. The various places I went to were fun. I met some interesting people and saw some landmarks. It was a couple weeks into my road-trip and expenses were getting tighter. I was in Oceanside Southern California and on my last day in a cheep motel, contemplating what I would do for lodgings in the future. It was then I remembered I had an uncle living in San Diego. I think I remember him slightly from when I was really little. Vague memories of him babysitting me on hot summer days, sitting on his lap, cuddling up while watching TV. My family didn’t talk about him much. He and my dad had some falling out many years ago. I don’t have all the details but I think it had something to do with him being gay. I was gay as well and not out to my parents, so it would be nice to connect with someone in the family that I could relate to. I didn’t have his contact information so I looked him up in the yellow pages. Not an actual phonebook but the website. I found him easily enough, uncle Chester still in San Diego. I gave him a call. He was excited to hear from me and about my future plans. When I told him I was back packing in Cali just a couple hours away he was quick to offer me a place to stay while I was traveling. I was glad he offered. I didn’t want to come off as the nephew that calls up just because he needs a place to crash. But since he and my dad still weren’t on the best of terms, he asked me to not mention to my parents that I was gonna stay over. Which was perfectly fine by me since i would be able to play catch-up with him without dad trying to get the last word in constantly. I arrived at the address he gave me. It was a run down part of town. A lot of the houses had bars on the windows. All the lawns were gravel and cacti planted. A few palm trees here and there that had seen better days. I walked up to the door lugging my travel backpack with me. It would be great to get some laundry done if he’ll let me. I don’t have many clean clothes left. I knocked on the door and waited for a moment. Then the door opened and short older man answered. He was bald and thin. He sorta resembled my dad a little bit but he was older by about 15 years and looked like life had worn him down. I immediately noticed he was under dressed. He was in a short thin robe he hadn’t bothered tying up and underwear that I saw out of my peripheral. I kept eye contact and asked. “Uncle Chester?” His face lit up and was excited to see me. “William! It’s been ages! My look how big you’ve gotten!” He ushered me inside. His place was modest. A small one bedroom house the front door lead us to the living room that had a tv, a coffee table, and a dirty old couch. Uncle Chester immediately pulled me in for a tight hug. “It’s good to see you to uncle Chester.” I dropped my bag and returned his hug. “It’s been what? 12 years? 13? Oh that doesn’t matter, my little nephew is here and he’s not so little anymore.” Chester broke from the hug and grabbed my arms, feeling my muscles. “Oh, you’ve definitely developed into quite the man now. I bet you’re popular with the ladies.” “Thanks Uncle. I has been a long time. Thanks for letting me stay here a couple days.” He was still rubbing my arms a little, admiring how much I’ve changed. “Nonsense, you can stay as long as you like. Hell, stay the whole summer if you feel like it. My home is always open to you. How about a drink?” Before I could respond he was already off to the kitchen preparing something. “Thanks, uncle Chester. It pretty hot down here.” I sat on the couch and placed my bag by my feet. “Please just Chester. You don’t have to be so formal with me. You’ll quickly discover things around here are very loose and relaxed. Do you like gin and tonic?” “Oh, um I’ve had a few beers before but I haven’t tried gin.” “That won’t do, I see I’ll need to educate you on class while you’re here.” Chester returned with two beverages in hand. I was sitting mid level rummaging through my bag when I saw it. Holy shit what the fuck was that? Chester was standing in front of me and my eye-line naturally fell to what was between his legs. He wasn’t just wearing underwear, it was a thong, and the crotch area was large and left nothing to the imagination, I could see the contour of his head, even some of the veins on his shaft. Damn, I know I’m in his house but this was way more casual than I was expecting. I remembered how warm it was out side and it wasn’t much better in the house, so I guess his attire made sense. My glance at his package was only a split second and I quickly looked up at him, putting away the image of down below. “Thanks unc- uh Chester.” I took the drink from him. He was leaning against the couch and crossed his legs. His bulge becoming more prominent. “So tell me how you’ve been. High school, plans for college, career stuff, relationship status, I want to know it all.”
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GaryM Brings His Toys
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
My Playroom—January, 2024 GaryM was coming back to the playroom for another session of wet fun. I was looking forward to seeing him again. I spent the evening before thinking about what new things we might try—or how to make things we’d done slightly different. I went to bed, still musing over what we might do. And it went on all night. I would sleep for an hour and suddenly wake up—not even remembering what it was that woke me up. After this happened three times, at ever shorter intervals, I picked up a book and tried to read myself to sleep. It worked, eventually—nodding off at just about the usual time I get out of bed. I woke up about two hours later and started my day, feeling really tired. It was still a couple of hours before GaryM was due to arrive. I began hydrating, knowing I was starting way too late… He looks good. I have placed the mat that I usually use with the rimseat on the unpadded part of the playroom floor. There he kneels, looking at my mound of cock flesh, hidden in a jock that is just beginning to show signs of heavy use. I step in. I let him inhale the scent. Me and the jock. I grind the pouch into his face. He begins to pant. My cock is waking up with his hot breath and busy tongue. I let him get the fabric wet. With a twist of my fingers, I release my semi-hard cock. GaryM is all over it. He licks the sides, the head, my balls, all before he takes it into his mouth to start sucking it. It feels great. I let him go at his own speed for a bit—then grab the sides of his head and start to fuck his face. GaryM grunts with each thrust. His cock responds, too. I stop and stand still, once again giving control over to him. He goes for the full length of me down his throat. It gets so tight, so deep. It feels great and pinches at the same time. I gasp. He comes up for air—and licks my balls thoroughly. I sigh out loud. After a few minutes, I turn and pull his face into my ass. For the first of many times, his tongue connects with my pucker. His groans match my own. “Get up on the bench. I need to do that to you.” He does. I kneel and dig in. My tongue pressures his ass to slowly let me in. He groans and I hear his poppers open. I spend a long time there, getting his ass ready for my dick. Finally, I stand up, lubed and ready. I press against his hole. GaryM pushes it out, almost daring me to get inside him. I have to work at it, but I do, with his hole flowering open to welcome me. I fuck him. Slow and long. Then fast and hard. I pull out and move to his mouth. GaryM cleans my cock with relish. He slurps all his ass juices off me. Noisily. I go back and fuck him again. Harder. One foot up on the bench so I can go deeper. I repeat the journey with my wet cock to his hungry mouth. He cleans me up. On the way back to his ass, I grab the egg headed toy. I grease it up with the coconut oil GaryM brought. It slides into him quite easily now. My dick soon follows, being stroked by the thin ribbed shaft of the toy. This time I am on top of the toy. I fuck and then reverse it, so my cock is under it. GaryM is feeling very full—and tells me so. We break. I lower the middle part of the bench so it is flat. Last time he was here, I had his ankles connected to the spreader bar and fucked him that way on the flat bench. But it was too low for sustained fucking with my long legs. This time I put the rimseat mat on it, folded in two. It raises the height of the bench nicely. I strap GrayM into the ankle restraints and clip on the spreader bar. He rolls back, his head cradled by the head rest on the bench. I pull the bar up and his legs come up. He grabs the bar and brings it to his chest. His ass is perfectly aligned with my cock now. We fuck hard, both of us grunting. I give him my cock to clean. We fuck again, some ATM and then I turn, my legs straddling the head rest and sit on his face. He’s surprised and groans out his delight at having my ass grind onto his mouth. “Let’s do it right in the sling.” I unbuckle him and ease myself up into the sling. My legs stay on the chains, not in the stirrups. GaryM kneels and begins licking my balls. It is a long, luxurious process for him to get to my ass. I stroke my dick, my eyes often closed, but at times catching my reflection in the mirror above me. His tongue reaches my pucker. I hit the poppers I save for this moment. We lose track of time. He is doing what I think he loves best—and I am getting a treat I don’t get from many men. I have no idea how long I am there or how many hits I take—babbling out my pleasure as the fumes take hold. I try to piss for him. I want to cover my cock and balls and let it run down my crack for him. But I am not as hydrated as I thought I was. And, frankly, I could barely stop jerking my cock as he tongued me… * We have switched places in the sling. GaryM has brought three toys with him. They are dildoes that are shaped like a cock, but in three successive sizes. After I have fucked him my own dick, I start using the slender one on him. Our thought was to fit my cock in with this one. I add fingers, but I don’t think my cock will fit. The toy is not that slender. I pull the toy out and push my cock in, instead. I fuck. I walk around the sling to bring my dick to his mouth. He cleans me—and I fuck him again. I go for the next toy. It is fatter. I grease it up. Gary has to really push against it to open fully. But it goes in. I turn it. Slowly. There are ridges on it that hit different areas in his ass with each slight twist. GaryM is panting. The toy comes out. My dick goes in. He actually flinches. “I think my hole is getting tired…” he murmurs, then explaining his cleanout had taken longer and he is now feeling the effects of that. He asks about the series of graduated balls on my toy shelf. It is a long toy with a sequence of ever-increasing diameter of the balls. He takes the first one with ease. And the second. I pull it out and eat his hole once more, glad we are using coconut oil and not Crisco. The balls go in again. One. Two. And the third. It hits the bend deep inside. “That’s it. I think I’m done.” I help him out of the sling and we hug. There is so much more to good sex than just getting off… The original post, with some intriguing comments, is here: From My Side of the Sling: GaryM Brings His Toys February 3, 2024 -
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It was a beautiful summer day in rural northwest Georgia. Jay had rushed through his chores on the family dairy farm, anxious to enjoy the rest of this glorious day without the restraints of the normal grind of agricultural life. The fences were fixed, it was too soon to start cutting hay and pending any farm auctions that his dad failed to mention, Jay would have the day to himself. He rushed back to the house to change into some fresh jeans and a t-shirt and grabbed his bike. Soon he was coasting on the down the road with the wind in his face and the promise of a nice dip in the swimming hole a mile further in the valley below their farm. As he approached the swimming hole he could hear the inviting sounds of the water spilling from the culvert into the waiting pool. He stashed his bike in the roadside underbrush and was soon sliding down the bank and peeling out of his shirt. Jay was a handsome young man. Having just turned 18, he wished his body would catch up with his adult age. He was thin but solid, five foot ten, red cropped hair and blue eyes that were as deep as the perfect sky above him. He was probably 140 pounds soaking wet and he longed to be more bulked up like the man he felt he was. Jay was a smooth and his stomach was flat as the smooth slate rocks at the bottom of the swimming hole. His arms and legs were lean and strong from the work that he performed around the farm. He was soon under the shelter of the culvert where a person could stand without hitting the top of the tall and wide metal spiral that gave way to the watercourse of the creek that ran under the road above. It was a perfect place for a swimming hole as the water would pour from the culvert and drive an ever deeper hole in the center of the damned up water way. Jay could feel the sun on his chest and he stretched gloriously in the fresh country air, his nipples responding to the playful breeze. He leaned to remove his shoes and now felt the sun on his back. He set his shirt and shoes to the dry side of the culvert and began to unbutton and unzip his pants. He took his time and let the sun find each new inch of his exposed skin until he was now fully naked at the edge of this cave like shelter. The breeze licked at his growing bush of pubic hair and tickled at his young balls. It wasn't long before he was totally erect with the combination of the breeze and the sun hitting his white and rarely exposed midsection. Without another thought, he dived into the pool of water and immediately felt the chill of his skin going pocked with goose bumps as the cold spring fed stream surrounded him. He emerged from the water and laid back in the water and floated on his back. He laughed as he looked over himself, seeing his still erect cock jutting out like a periscope. He loved seeing his naked wet body. It made his lean body look leaner as he was impressed with the state of his growing muscles. After a short swim and a good hand scrub to remove the sweat and grime from his morning work, Jay lay on the larger flat rocks near the waters edge and let the sun and breeze dry his now frigid body. As the sun hit him full on, Jay was tempted to stroke out a load from his cut seven inch cock right then and there but the sound of chattering voices could be heard in the distance and he knew he wouldn't be alone for much longer. He trapeezed his way across the rocks and gravel with his bare feet, climbed up into the culvert and threw on his clothes as fast as he could. Before anyone came in sight Jay was off down the road on his bike and pedaling for all he was worth for the adventures that awaited him. He would take the old road that led into Alabama and then make a right to the yet unexplored side roads of what was known in the area as 'four corners'. Being a bit of a loner, he wasn't at all sad to leave behind the reverie of the oncoming kids that he could have spent the day with. Jay began to long again for the refreshment of the swimming hole as he pumped and worked his body to capture the top of the hill he now drove along. The relief to his young strong thighs and calves was wonderful as he finally made the top. Just in the short thirty minutes of biking he was already sweating and he wiped his forehead with the back of his arm as he surveyed his surroundings. Unseen to him before when he had come this way was an unexplored road that he had thought before was a driveway. Now it was clear that this was indeed a road and it led down an inviting hill and into the outside edges of the pinewood forests that filled this area. This is exactly what he had hoped to find. A new road to somewhere but who knows where? He pedaled to the head of the road and then began his decline into the forest ahead. Once again the breezes of the day whisked his sweat away and the scent of evergreens and new leaves filled his lungs. As he entered the forest he could see at the base of the hill a dog watching the road and then an ascending hill beyond this threatening guardian. He started to pump as hard as he could to gain as much speed as possible. He would need it to capture the next hill and stay well enough ahead of this looming dog. True to form the dog was a chaser and Jay easily passed him and flew up the hill beyond his territory where he gave up and trotted home. At the top of the next hill Jay relaxed again and slowed down to take in the beauty of this Georgia summer. The road flattened out now and wound through the pinewood trees. Every once in a while a chained driveway gave indication of someones summer camp. Up ahead Jay could see a sign along the road that actually stated that the road was closed. It should have been obvious to him as the road was in poor repair and there were plenty of rocks and potholes to dodge in the dark earthen path that steadily grew worse. The further he went, the worse the road became. Curiosity drove him ever further and the cool shade beneath the trees was a welcomes change from the bright summer sun on the more main roads. Jay's mind began to wander a little as he mechanically plodded ahead on his bike. At times he had to actually walk through and it was in one of these walking sections that jay noticed trash that littered the side of the road. It seemed to be someones dump deep in this wooded area. Jay dropped his bike on the roadside and began to weave his way through the scattered patch of woods. He soon found a smoked out fire pit, filled with charred wood and crushed beer cans. It was someones party spot. Jay then looked around at what he thought must be paper plates and napkins until the image of naked bodies began to form in his vision. It wasn't paper plates at all but a collection of pornography literally everywhere he looked. He leaned over to pick one up and his blood went cold. This wasn't just any porn, it was gay porn. This wasn't someones party spot, it was the scene one hell of a good orgy by the look of things. Being as young as he was, he only imagined this kind of stuff. To know it actually happened made his dick go instantly hard. In a frantic rush of excitement, Jay went from spot to spot finding more and more gay pornography strewn everywhere. Less than an hour from his home on bike, somewhere in a night long passed, a gay orgy had gone on in this very spot. He could feel the precum rise to the top of his hardened cock. Hours had passed and Jay would have never guessed it. he sat amongst the gay porn mags he had collected from the woods and goggled at page after page of the hottest naked men he had ever seen. His loins stirred for release as he read about the things they did with each other. Cocks were sucked, holes were licked and fucked. Descriptions of cum faced bottoms and alpha male tops breeding and conquering the more submissive men. Jay was going nowhere until he had gotten his fill of this glorious treasure trove of gayness. The feelings that he had felt through his younger years were now being confirmed. This was what he preferred too! He wished he could have hidden in the forest and watched and learned in person what he was now educating himself with. He was going to have to stroke one out. His balls ached for release. Two hours of hardcore eyeballing naked pages and reading about the life of gay men was too much for his young sex drive. As he turned to another page with yet another glorious naked man laid out in front of him, Jay heard a crack of twigs in the woods somewhere nearby. He leaped to his feet and ran for his bike but instead smacked straight into the arms of a man that had been watching him for some time. Jay apologized for trespassing and struggled to get away but the two dark haired arms held him fast. 'No rush to be leaving' said the man. 'Looks like you were enjoying yourself. This hard pole between your legs seems to confirm that' purred the man. Jay looked up into his rugged handsome face and just stammered words of completely unformed recognition. The man released his grip on Jays arm and placed it now on Jays hard cock and squeezed it through his jeans. Jay winced and yet felt himself melting into this mans embrace, whether hostile or friendly. The roving hand then moved to his tight young ass and pressed it between his large fingered hands. 'Nice' said the stranger, 'Very nice.' With that the man took Jays arm and twisted it behind his back. His other hand moved over Jays mouth and Jay could feel himself being forced forward into the deeper forest. They walked for what seemed to be twenty minutes. A cabin stood ahead of them and Jay could see a couple figures on the porch leaned against the wall with booted feet resting on the railings. 'Look what I found boys' trumpeted the man that held him. The two men on the porch dropped their chairs to the porch floor and stood up to get a better view. The stranger then kicked the back of Jays heels and sent him reeling backwards to the ground, landing firmly on his quivering ass. The two men sauntered off the porch and headed towards them. His captive pulled up his leg and slipped his tennis shoe and sock easily off his foot and then repeated the action with the other foot like a pop tab on a beer can. The two men coming towards them were now grinning from ear to ear. 'Nice one Bobby' they said together. 'I caught him at the end of the driveway rifling through our party favors' laughed the first man. 'Looks like he really likes what he found too.' Bobby now pulled me to my feet and pushed me over to a large tree on the side of the cabin clearing. He reached in front of me and lifted my t-shirt off my shaking body and then indicated to the other guys to each take an arm. I have never been a tree hugger but I now knew that I must have looked like one as they pulled my arms around the base of the tree and began tying my hands together on the opposite side with my shirt. Once I was secure I felt the big hot hands of Bobby probing my bare skin. His touch was like electricity and what I could see of him was heaven. His hairy arms were every bit the kind of manly arms I aspired to have. Those burly arms then reached down for my zipper and soon my bare ass was to the wind and my hard cock was up against the tree that I was now tied to. He lifted each leg in turn and pulled my jeans from me and then I was completely vulnerable and as naked as I have ever felt in my life. My head was not secured so I was able to look at all of them in turn and from what I could see they were all sold stocky well built men, two of them dark haired and one of them blonde. They all grinned at me and somehow I knew I would be alright despite what this seemed to be turning into. Now each of them began stripping. Hard cocks were soon bouncing up out of jeans and briefs, protruding out of the hairiest crotches I could have ever hoped to see. Just a few short hours ago I was seeing my first gay porn, now I was seeing it in person. Three sets of hands began fondling every inch of my body. I could feel full hairy chests rub against my shoulders or hairy legs brush against my bare ass and thighs. The warmth of their rough hands made me dizzy with pleasure and fear all at the same time. Soon they all backed up from me a couple of feet and I wasn't sure what would happen next. Then I felt the hot liquid sensation of hot water being jetted all over my ass and legs and back. They were pissing on my like dogs on a fire hydrant. The smell hit my nose like a pheromone and enraged me with lust. 'You are marked territory now' said Bobby. 'The three of us have just marked you as ours and you are now our bitch.' I trembled but said nothing. 'You found him' said one of the porch sitters, 'You should have first dibs.' I could then feel Bobby's probing hands split my dripping pissed-on ass and a single finger penetrate my hole. I was wet with both sweat and piss and when Bobby's furry body spooned up against me I could feel the end of his hard cock begin to slide into my trapped body. The pain was incredible at first but slowly I began to feel the heady sensation of pleasure as Bobby thrust in and out of my asshole. I could feel his sweat through his chest hair and its strong smell and he pounded away at my ass. After ten or so minutes of his working my ass he drove it deep into me and steadily increased his speed until he yelled out with pleasure and his balls shot ropes of seed into my worked over ass. Bobby pulled out and immediately a new scent hit my nose of the blonde guy as he took position and soon added his sperm load to Bobbys. The third guy must have been the biggest as I could feel the uncomfortable pain of stretching begin again. I was soon accustomed to this new cock and took his load as well without a word of complaint. Had I not been suspect of my own gay feelings this afternoon would have been nightmarish. As it was, I couldn't imagine somewhere that I would rather be. My virgin ass was now the property of three rugged men out in a cabin in the middle of nowhere. I carried their loads in my body and was dripping in their piss. It came then as a suprise to me that all three of them all of a sudden just picked up their clothes and headed for the cabin. I was left alone, tied to the tree with the sun at about two o'clock and me beginning to worry that I would never see home again. I tried to pass what seemed like eons remembering the events of the last hour. I had never seen such beautiful hairy men before. The blonde one was my favorite. His light hair against his tan skin was like a fuzzy peach, ripe and meaty. It made me want to pass out knowing I now carried that hot blondes spunk inside me like the bitch they told me I was. Bobby was probably the hairiest of the them and the sensation of his hairy body against me put me into orbit. The third guy was shorter but he more than made up for it with his large cock breeding me and stretching me further than the other two. I began to think maybe I needed to yell for them to let me go but somehow I didn't want to go. So I stood and waited for what would happen next. It didn't take long before I could hear trucks on the distant road. Unseen to me was a road through the woods that these trucks seemed to know. I could hear them coming closer and closer. I strained to turn and watch them approach. One had three men in the cab while the other had three in its cab and two in the truck bed. All of them were beefy solid country men from 30 to maybe 50 and it was obvious now to me why the other three had left. They had been busy collecting the rest of their party group to come try out their new bitch. Out on the porch the three came, whooping and laughing as the trucks unloaded. After rounds of chatter, hugging and back slapping the attention was now on me. I could feel the heat of eleven men staring holes through my body. I could hear them approach as leaves and twigs crunched under their shoes. I could hear the sounds of belts being undone, zippers coming down and clothes being stripped and dropped. My dick raged against the tree bark as I anticipated the oncoming scene. I felt the hot heat of piss. It was unending this time. I seemed to come from every direction. I felt my ass being pulled apart again and a new sensation hit me like a warm wave of bath water as a scruffy face buried itself in my ass and rimmed me into heady pleasure with a very talented tongue. It soon gave way to fresh air as he pulled away and then new pain as my ass was reopened for my fourth cock of the night. I could tell the afternoon was getting late as I stood there taking dick after dick. Each man came to a climax to the whoops of his buddies and the eventual breeding of my captive ass. It was as if the forest had turned to men and I was the only bitch within miles to mate with. My belly was full of seed. The sensation left me feeling like I had to piss and shit all at the same time. I had long given up and pissed on the tree while I was being fucked. Each time a cock was pulled out I could feel the cum slowly release from my well used hole and run down the inside of my legs. The last dick to approach my hole was Bobby. I knew it was him as soon as his arms went up on the tree again and his scent caught my recognition. Without even guiding his cock he slid into me like we were a matched set and he then gave me my 19th and final load of the day. When he was done, I felt his hairy torso collapse against my back and he kissed my neck with lingering affection. 'I know you won't tell anyone about this because I know you want more.' He whispered. I knew he was right. He then untied my hands and gave me my shirt. 'It's getting dark, you better start home' he suggested. I turned for the first time and looked straight on into the faces of the eleven men that had just given me a day in my life I never dreamed possible. They ranged from dark hair to blonde. A couple were bald and stood naked under the fading sun in all their glory. Some were shorter and one was a strapping 6' 5' or better. Everyone of them was beautiful and memorized in my mind. The blonde guy from the porch then walked up to me and knelt before me. My dick was soon enveloped into the velvety smoothness of his hot mouth. Each of the guys surrounded us and some played with my body while others kissed me. One of the bald men spread my ass and began rimming me again. Never once did they let me cum and now I was being rewarded in grand fashion as they heaped their collective sexual thanks unto my body. I began to tense up and breathe fast. The blonde pulled his mouth from my cock as ropes of cum shot three feet into the air in front of me, some hitting those that stood too close. The sensation of my pent up desire issued out of me like rushes of waves on an ocean beach. When the last blast left my body, Bobby handed me a pile of snap shots from an instant camera. 'Here's a little something to keep under your pillow.' he said. 'We are having a party next Friday at 7 and I hope you'll come back.' A picture of every man fucking my hole and candids of the guys standing around watching filled my grateful hands. 'The road is right there. Just follow it out and you'll find your bike waiting right where you left it.' said Bobby. With that he kissed me and handed me the remainder of my clothes. I didn't even bother to dress. I just carried them numbly in my hands and headed towards the road. Just before I got to the road I dressed and painfully climbed unto my bike. It was a no brainer to hit the swimming hole one more time when I arrived. The fresh cold water brought me to my senses and I let my first sexual experience wash to the back of my mind to be hidden and stored for many a night of recollection. I felt like a fish that had been caught and shown off like a trophy and then returned to its watery home. I was a 'catch and release!' Supper never tasted so good and next Friday could not come soon enough.
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Hi, I’ll be in Berlin from January 22nd to 26th with my bf and a friend. We plan to visit KitKat and Laboratory and are looking for people who’d be interested in meeting up and breeding me. Let me know if you’ll be around!
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I had always been the normal kid in school - swam for the team, got halfway decent grades, but not too decent, and came from a good family. My parents were divorced, and since my dad had to work full time, he didn't have as much time to spend on me that my friends got. Sometimes, when money was tight, I had to help around to make ends meet - it didn't happen that often. But luckily, the way to make ends meet wasn't too bad! I just dropped off packages at my dad's friends place - and helped him a little bit around the house. My dad's friend - Eric, was tall, about 6'2", with blonde/red hair - about 52 years old, a little bit of a belly, but definitely not fat - he was probably about 210 pounds. For the jobs he wanted me to do - no cleaning or anything, but moving stuff around the house, helping with his projects in his garage. I did this all through high school, and towards the end of it, my senior year, Eric started acting a little different. He would be slower to respond to questions, would catch him staring at my body when I was shirtless helping him move things. I had gotten faster at swimming, and my body was showing for it. I was about 5'10" and 140 pounds, and had a decent set of muscle on me. One time, he asked me to come over to drop something off and help move some of his tools around. The back way into his house (that he preferred I take) had a set of stairs that came up, past the bathroom, and into his work area. When I went up the stairs, I called to him and didn't hear him. I walked past the bathroom and the door was wide open, and there was Eric, pissing into the toilet. I was shocked, I had never seen a grown man peeing like that. His reddish bush, and his cock, just dangling down there, it was way bigger than mine, And he had a huge set of balls dangling outside his underwear waistband - way bigger than I had seen in any of the porn I watch. I immediately blushed and looked away. I heard Eric's deep voice: "Ah sorry kid, I had just started pissing when you walked in and I couldn't bring myself to stop, I usually keep the doors open around here since it's just me" I was embarrassed, but confused - I could feel my cock getting stiff. Any longer and it would be obvious. Eric kept pissing - I kept my head down, but didn't move out of the line of sight. I stole a glance at his cock - I couldn't help it! Eric made eye contact with me directly, he had never taken his eyes off me. He just let out a small smirk. He finished pissing - and I noticed his cock was bigger than when he started. He shook it with his hand to get the droplets off and then tucked it back into his pants. "Thanks for humoring me kid - now, why don't you help me move these tools like you said you would". I nodded quickly. The rest of the visit went as expected - but I couldn't help but feel Eric's attitude towards me had changed - and he was looking at me for longer. When I went home, I immediately got hard again thinking about the days events and had to go rub one out. I had never cum so hard in my life! ** About a week went by and Eric called me up again, saying he needed help grabbing some boxes from the attic. I got hard on the phone talking to him - I was stammering. I told him I could be over later that day, after school. School had finished, and I walked the couple of blocks over to Eric's house. I called out to him as I went up the back steps, and I saw the boxes sitting on the table. He gave me a big smile and helped me move the first one in the attic, showed me where they needed to be moved. And then he said "Ah, gonna take a break from this and go take a piss real quick. Be right back." He walked over to the bathroom, and went in, but left the door open. My curiosity was bursting. I put down the box, and tiptoed quietly over, hoping to sneak a peek of that beautiful cock again. As my face broke the line of sight of the door, I saw Eric there, pants at his knees, hand on his cock, standing over the toilet - but he wasn't pissing. "I thought I saw you looking last time - you like what you see boy?" He very gently shook his cock, and his dangling cock and balls swayed from side to side, before resting back on the waistband of his underwear. I couldn't even think, couldn't breathe. All I could think was to look at him and quickly nod. "That's what I thought. Why don't you come over here and take a closer look?" I nervously stepped over, I had forgotten the muscle memory of how to walk, and it was an awkward approach. I made it about 3 feet from him. "Why don't you come stand right next to me boy?" I took another couple of steps. I was standing right next to him, but perpendicular to him - both of us right next to the toilet. Him, facing towards it. "That's it, isn't that better? Why don't you show me yours too? Only polite." My cock was so stiff, and I could see his was getting bigger, but he wasn't as hard as me. I pulled my cock out, and it sprung into place I said: "Yours is much bigger than mine Eric, way bigger than the boys I have seen in the locker room." "Yep I have heard that a couple of times for sure, it does the job if you know what I mean", he let out a gentle chuckle. "Why don't you get down there on your knees so you can get a really good look at it. You ever seen a pair of balls this big?" I was confused and didn't know what to do, I hesitated - and I felt him gently put his hands on my shoulder and push me to my knees. Now his big cock was right at my eye level, and his glorious bush accenting it. "There you go, isn't that better?" He exclaimed, while he gently shook his cock. I was rock hard, and I reached down to touch myself. Right as I made contact with my cock, he said, "Whew man, I really have to piss though, hold on." He grabbed his cock, and I heard the air leaving his nose as he focused on the task at hand. He aimed his cock at the toilet and I saw his cock, right at my eye level - a small stream started coming out his cock - and then immediately grew to a bigger stream. I've never pissed that hard, the only thing I could compare it to was the horses in the field on my way to school. He let out a big sigh, "Ah, that's it." He noticed me salivating with my jaw half open, unable to contain my lust. All of a sudden his cock stopped pissing. He looked down at me. "Open up your mouth boy, if you want a really close look at what a mans cock is like". I involuntarily opened my mouth even more, and he smiled. He slowly moved his still-dripping cockhead over to me. "Even wider boy". I opened wider. He slowly inserted his big cockhead into my mouth. "That's it, good boy. Now stay still." I could feel and see his cock start to swell again - and all of a sudden I realized he was filling my mouth with piss! I was in such shock, that I backed up, and spit it out, and some got all over my shirt in the process. I could see his face - angry, disappointed - eyebrows furrowed. "Let me be clear boy - if you don't do exactly what I tell you to do, I'm gonna tell your whole family and all of your friends what a faggot you are. Now take off that shirt and open wide again." I nodded, fear in my eyes. I took off my shirt, sat back down on my knees, and opened my mouth. "Good boy. Now this time, you're gonna take what I give you - swallow boy." He put his cockhead back in my mouth, but a little further in this time. I could see his eyebrows narrow as he focused on the task at hand, and his cock started to swell as he flooded my mouth with piss. "Put your lips around my cock and swallow boy" I did as he told - and swallowed as fast as I could. It felt like eternity. Then I felt the stream slowing, and I looked up at his face and he had a big grin. "That's it boy, I knew you had it in you! Now, you ever sucked a cock before?" I gently shook my head no, and his cock fell out of my mouth. I said, "No, but I have seen it in porn a bunch of times." "Well open up boy, because you're my cocksucker now." He shook his now almost completely hard cock - it must have been around 8,5 inches with a big cock head. And man, those balls were impossible to miss. He inserted his cock into my mouth, but much deeper this time. "That's it boy, now suck." I sucked like my life depended on it, but I could tell I wasn't very good. My teeth scratched his cock a couple of times, and I could hear him getting mad. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, and I saw a big string of spit follow it. "I tell you what boy, I'm blowing my load one way or the other tonight. And if you can't get me off with your mouth, I'm gonna use one of your other holes to blow my load - you got it?" "Here, feel this." He grabbed my hand, and cupped the underside of his balls. They felt heavy, and big. "I got a 5-day load waiting for you boy, now get to work." I jumped back on his cock and I tried sucking as best I could. He was enjoying it at first, but then I could hear his disappointment come out in his grunts. "That's it boy, that was your last chance, get over on the bed." He grabbed me by the hand, pulled my pants all the way off, and then pushed me onto the bed. Then, he put me on all fours, and then pulled my ass down so it was hanging just over the edge of the bed. "Fuck, you got a nice hole boy. Nice and pink, it looks tight - you ever been fucked before?" I fearfully shook my head no. "Well did they teach you about fucking yet?" I slowly nodded yes. "Good, so you know what's coming." As he swooped in and tongued my hole, I involuntarily moaned. His tongue was putting such a hot, deep, wet pressure on my hole - I had never felt anything like it before. He took a breath - "I like to lick all my girls before I creampie them. You know what a creampie is boy?" I shook my head no. "It's how men get women pregnant. And guess what boy - I'm gonna get you pregnant today. You remember how full my balls felt? Well I'm gonna dump my big load in your tight ass." He stood up, and pointed his big cock head at my hole and gently pushed. That thing was not budging, but I could feel the intense pressure. He spit on my hole and put even more pressure this time. I could feel my hole giving way to his big cock head as it pushed past the outer sphincter. I screamed in pain, and he sighed in pleasure, and then he stood there for a second. "Ah, fuck boy - you do have a tight ass, man it's nice." I begged him to take it out, and to my surprise, he did. But he went over to his bedside table and grabbed two bottles, one big and one small. I realized he was lubing up his cock - and then he put lube all over my hole. "Get up boy, get on all fours with your head at the head of my bed." He moved the pillows out of the way, and I moved. "Here, try this" - he put a bottle under my nose, it smelled strong. "Inhale deep boy". I did as I was told, and my whole body went numb - I couldn't feel anything and I somewhat gently relaxed on all fours. When I started regaining my senses, I realized that he had handcuffed my hands to the headboard of the bed - both of them. "That's it boy, you're mine now. Take another hit of poppers" He held the bottle to my nose and I inhaled, This time, I could feel an immense pressure as he shoved his cockhead back in, and then slowly pushed his cock all the way in. I felt like I was being split in two! "Fuck, that's it boy - take my cock." He slowly started pumping in and out, his thick cock stretching me out. "Damn boy, that tight ass has me close to cumming earlier than I want, I have to slow down" He stopped pumping while fully inside of me. And then he leaned down in my ears and whispered: "You learned how girls get pregnant from sex ed, yeah? Well boys get pregnant a different way. See, I've got HIV, and soon you're gonna get a huge load of my thick cum coating the walls of your boy pussy? You ready for it boy?" I screamed no, and tried to get away. "It's no use, I've got you cuffed solid boy" as he put his full weight on my hips to hold me down on all fours. He slowly started pumping again, I could feel how much harder he was this time. "Oh that's it boy, keep fighting it, you're gonna work up a big load out of me". He picked up speed. "I've got a particularly virulent strain of HIV boy - once you get my load of poz cum in you, you're gonna be poz too. That's what I mean by getting you pregnant boy. You want to know what it feels like when a real man is getting you pregnant?" I screamed out again, but he pushed my face into the pillow. His breath shortened, his strokes shortened, and he started thrusting harder, faster. "Well you don't have a choice boy - get ready, because here it comes!" he held my ass down on his cock with all his might, and I could feel his cock erupting in my hole - spurt after spurt after spurt, the pressure in my ass increasing because of all the cum. "Ahhhhhh fuck yeah, love getting a tight pussy pregnant. Fuck. Now im gonna rest here a bit and make sure my swimmers take hold - you're gonna think of my face when you get that positive result." He pulled my hand to his balls, and I could feel them still pulsing, heavy and big. He stayed there deep in my ass, and I was in shock, didn't know what to do. After about 2 minutes, I could feel his cock getting smaller, and he pulled out of me. "Good boy, I always knew you were a faggot." He uncuffed me and let me go. "Oh would you look at that! You came all over my sheets - I guess you liked that after all boy." End of Part 1
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Part 1- Contemplation and Preparation Tonight was the night. After nearly a year of fantasizing, research, and sleepless nights masturbating while reading countless stories of smoking and sexual debauchery, I decided to finally give in to my darkest desires. Standing in front of the nondescript industrial building, I forced myself to finally work up some courage and stepped inside, heart pounding. Taking in my surroundings, I noted how small the entry area was... dimly lit, with a metal security door to the right of what could only be described as a jailhouse-like window. In the corner, a sad-looking ficus filled up the remaining space. Muted, heavy thumping music played in the background, likely muffled by the door. The faintest smell of body odor, mixed with a faint undertone of floral-scented industrial bathroom cleaner, and what I could only assume was the scent of male sex. It reminded me of the movie Cruising with Al Pachino… dingy, seedy, and a little on the wrong side of dangerous. I slowly walked up to the window, promptly setting my cover charge in front of the attendant. I waited, looking at the man before me. He was maybe a bit older than me although much taller, with short cropped black hair, a large septum ring in his nose, and a 5 o’clock shadow surrounding a goatee, wearing a leather harness with a large, already lit cigar smoldering in an ashtray next to him. Tattoos adorned both of his arms, but the one on his left bicep drew my interest the most. Slowly, he looked up from his phone and gave me a once over before pushing my money back. “Sorry, probably going to want to go to another party there, pretty boy,” he sighed, turning his attention back to his phone, “I don’t think you’re going to exactly fit in here tonight. Maybe come back another day.” Even I had to admit that I probably looked out of place for the theme tonight at the sex club. Reddish blond, 5’7, young and fit but not overly muscular, clean cut, and more on the preppy side. However, I was on a mission tonight. Months of planning were not going to go to waste. I knew exactly what I looked like, and I was counting on using it to my fullest advantage. “No,” I said, patiently replying with the same smile I had cultivated working retail in my younger years. As I pushed back the money across the counter, I continued, “I know exactly what tonight is here. And I think I’m in exactly the right place.” Piquing his interest, he looked back up from his phone, grabbed the cigar, and put it in his mouth, one eyebrow threatening to arch up in curiosity before smirking. “Sorry, but you still need to be wearing-“ he started before I quickly cut him off. “Leather? Already wearing a leather jockstrap,” I said, before pulling the neck of my shirt down slightly, “Also wearing a leather harness.” Taking a large puff on the cigar, he blew out a large cloud of the sweet, acrid smoke in my face as he continued, “You know there are a lot of smokers in there tonight, and more than a few…” “Oh, I’m counting on it,” I replied before taking a huge sniff of the cigar smoke, cutting him off while staring openly at his bicep tattoo. “Well,” he said, grabbing the money, “I hope you get exactly what you came here for then, pig. Locker or room?” “I’ll take my chances with the locker,” I quickly replied, feeling my cock slowly start to stir at the banter going on between us, my mind going to dark, perverted places as I watched the cherry on the end of the cigar glow with each puff. He turned sideways, grabbing one of many small brass keys attached to the cheap plastic wrist keychains. Tossing it on the counter, he took another puff on his cigar before picking his phone back up. “Good luck fucker,” he said, smiling as I grabbed the key from him, effectively signing away my fate with that little key. “Thanks,” I said, more shaky than I wanted to admit, be it from anticipation, a little fear, or a ton of excitement. “By the way,” he called out to me as I slowly stepped back from the counter and began walking to the door, “I’m off at midnight. It’s a bit slow right now, but it should be picking up pretty soon. Hope you get exactly what you came for.” I could only nod as I grabbed the door and he buzzed me in, letting the sounds and smells wrap around me in their dark embrace. — Walking down the dim, cinderblock-lined walls, I looked around taking everything in as fast as I could. The music was thumping louder, and I could vaguely make out the sounds of men talking as I got closer to the locker room. The smell of sex was in the air. As was the BO, and a faint underlying smell of piss. Exactly what I expected from all the stories I had read, and people I had chatted with online. I could feel my cock slowly continue to stir under the leather jockstrap. I kept walking, feeling slightly like a fish out of water. Quickly enough, I was in the locker room. Looking down at the key, I found the number and made my way over to the corresponding locker. I quickly stripped out of my carefully picked shirt and smartly pressed pants, folding them up and placing them in the locker, making sure to pull out the bottle of poppers I had purchased online, stuffing it into the small pouch on the right upper harness. Locking the small metal door, I walked over to the large, full-length mirror attached to the concrete pillar across from my locker and took in my appearance. Black leather harness, perfectly framing my slightly muscular and hairless chest, with a single strap going across my chest, just above my pecs. Reddish blond hair expertly styled just barely messy to the side almost touching my bluish-grey eyes. My jockstrap, also leather, with its two yellow striped going back to my taint, divided by a zipper going down the center, and its straps just barely cupping my ass. ‘I look hot’ I thought to myself, taking in my features. That’s when I saw him. Well over 6 feet tall, buzz-cut grey hair, with a large mostly grey beard. Muscular with a tiny bit of fat around the edges. Tattoos everywhere, with a black leather vest and leather chaps, and a leather flat top with silver chain going across it. I could already see several large cigars poking out of the pocket of his vest, with what had to be the largest pipe I’d ever seen in his mouth, smoldering away as he left a cloud of thick smoke in his wake. It was him. After months of watching porn online, and reading what others wrote about my same fantasies, he was right in front of me—the man who would be instrumental in my long-fantasized self-destruction.
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Visiting Gran Canaria from the 15 of januari till the end of januari. Looking to meet with baretops, chmfr, very open-minded, neg here but not on prep, pozfriendly, open to try new scenes 45 178 80 18*5
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Pt. 1 Mike: Can’t go out tonight Bill: Why? Mike: Sick Mike: VERY sick Bill was sitting on the couch, watching television when he got the messages, but when he read the last message, he bolted out of his chair in surprise. He immediately texted Jason. Bill: Change of plans! Jason: What? Jason: What happened? I thought we were going out with Mike tonight? Bill: Boy Bill: It’s time Bill didn’t hear from Jason again until he showed up at his doorstep fifteen minutes later. The look in Jason’s eyes showed his confusion, not in what was happening, or going to happen, but how he should feel. To be honest, Bill was feeling just as confused. They both still wanted this and had discussed this deeply within the time since they cleared their gono bugs up, but now that the time was here, everything was a bit overwhelming. Bill let Jason in and immediately began kissing him once he was inside. Without warning, Bill turned Jason around and pushed him against the wall before pulling both of their pants down, spitting on his cock and shoving into Jason’s hole. Jason yelped as Bill’s girth entered and stretched him. Without much foreplay, the pain was enormous at first, and he gritted his teeth against his own forearm. Bill didn’t wait for the pain to go away but instead began plowing into Jason’s plump ass. Bill took his hand and pushed Jason’s face into the wall to gain more leverage as he fucked him relentlessly. “Fuck, daddy!” Jason cried out. At the speed Bill was fucking his ass Jason knew he wouldn’t last long. And he was right. Within two minutes Bill started to grunt and spasm against his ass as he flooded his hole with his, possibly, last authentically negative load. His daddy was occasionally rough in the past, but that fuck seemed more primal to Jason, and he loved it. He felt his daddy’s need wafting off him in waves, and he was proud that he had been chosen to fulfill it. Bill pushed his cock as deep as he could inside Jason and whispered in his ear. “Will you… take care of me? … When I get sick?” Bill said while panting. Since he couldn’t push back any further, Jason gripped his sphincter around Bill’s big cock. Bill moaned against his ear “Of course. Will you take care of me when it’s my turn?” “I’ll always be there for you, Jason. I love you.” “I love you too, Bill.” They both knew that this wasn’t a time to use pet names, kink or no kink. This was a serious decision they were about to make, and even though they both knew that they still technically had time to turn back later, they also knew that this was the REAL point of no return for both of them. They both got cleaned up, dressed and headed over to Mike’s apartment. When they got to Mike’s place, they found him wrapped up in blankets on his couch in front of the television and a slew of over-the-counter cold and flu remedies. “Hey, guys.” He said through a cough. “Hey, Mike. How long you been like this?” Bill asked. “I felt a little off at work yesterday, but it started to get worse last night. My fever spiked at 102 this morning, so I’ve been keeping an eye on it and trying to keep it as steady as possible with meds and stuff. So far it’s gotten a lot better, but it still feels like I got kicked by a fucking camel in my chest.” They all laughed, but Mike broke out into a coughing fit. Jason and Bill sat on both sides of him on the couch and draped their arms around him. They both felt the heat baking off Mike. Bill leaned down and grabbed the bottle of ibuprofen on the coffee table. “How many of these have you already had today?” “Only two so far.” “Then you should be fine.” Bill popped three out of the container and gave them to Mike with his bottle of water that he had on his lap. After he swallowed them down, Bill nodded to Jason. “Let’s get you in bed, huh?” They both lifted him and got him to his bedroom. They laid him down on the bed and took off the robe he was wearing which had nothing underneath. His sweating, nearly hairless body spread before both of them was still beautiful. With the robe off, they both noticed a faint rash or redness on Mike’s chest. Bill lifted an eyebrow at him. “Don’t think I forgot about our promise, Bill. I may feel like shit right now, but I’m still willing if you AND your boys still are.” Mike said before breaking into a cough. Bill looked over at Jason. “We discussed it earlier, and we’re both still willing. Right, boy?” Bill said, already knowing the answer. Jason nodded. “I want my boy to get me ready, though.” “Right. Do what you know to do, boys.” Mike weakly looked over at Jason. Before Jason could get to work, though, Bill pulled him to the side and told him to go get Mike a glass of water before they started in case he began to overheat. Jason quickly went to the kitchen and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge. When he came back to the room, Bill was taking off his last piece of clothing and crawling on the bed, over to Mike. He placed his tongue right on the tip of Mike’s soft cock and traced it up his torso, licking up the sweat along the way, until he reached his mouth and started kissing him. Jason stood in the doorway, mesmerized by his daddy’s perky ass mounted in the moonlight. He instantly became hard. Bill began to grind his hips into Mike’s pelvis as they kissed and it didn’t take long for Mike to get rock hard. “God, I want to blast this POZ load in you so bad, Bill.” “I want you to, also, Mike,” Bill said as he planted a kiss on Mike’s sweaty forehead. “Boy, I think it’s time for you to get to work.” Jason snapped out of his erection-induced trace, took off his clothes, and got on the bed behind his daddy. He looked at his puckered hole and had to will himself not to stick his own cock in. He looked lower and saw a few beads of toxic precum spewing from the tip of Mike’s cock. Jason swiped the precum from Mike’s cock and smeared it on the entrance to his daddy’s hole before he, quickly, shoved two fingers in. He heard Bill’s hiss of pain from his sharp fingernails as Jason pushed them in as far as they would go. “Fuck, boy! Those things are sharp!” “Wanted to get the job done right, daddy.” “Good boy.” Jason heard Mike say from beneath Bill. Jason began to twist and turn his fingers inside his daddy, tearing up the soft, weak membrane of Bill’s rectum, ensuring Mike’s virus takes as soon as possible. When he pulled his fingers out, there were very faint streaks of red running down them, indicating that he had done a good job. Bill moaned from the hollow feeling in his ass. “Fuck, Mike! I need you in me, right now!” “Yeah? You ready for my newly POZ cock to infect your torn-up hole?” “Yeah, buddy! Infect me! Make me a part of you!” Bill moaned in between kissing Mike. “Still gonna infect your boy with my DNA after?” “Fuck yeeeaaaahhhh!” Bill said as Jason shoved his fingers back inside his daddy’s ass. Bill moaned since this time Jason found and began to rub and scratch his prostate. The feeling was so good and electrifying that Bill’s eyes began to roll back in his head as he went back to kissing Mike. Finally, Jason couldn’t take it any longer and aimed Mike’s cockhead at the entrance to his daddy’s hole. He pulled his fingers out and slathered the now copious amount of precum all over his daddy’s puckered hole. “Shove it in me, Mike! Please!” Bill whined. Jason was so turned on hearing him whine like that. Without any warning, Mike shoved his entire length up into Bill on the first push. “Fuck!” Bill yelled through the searing pain of his torn up rectum. Through gritted teeth, Bill fully sat down on Mike. He pulled up, just so that the tip of Mike’s cock was left in his ass, and hissed. Jason came from behind his daddy and pulled his shoulders down so that the full length of Mike was shoved into him again, and violently. Bill hissed again but kept from yelling this time. He looked behind him at Jason, “Thanks for that, babe, but I’m going to have to give you a spanking later.” They both laughed. Bill began to slowly ride Mike as Jason watched the infected man’s cock penetrate his daddy. “Fuck, Bill! Your ass feels so good right now! Your boy really did a number with his nails I bet. Probably gonna convert you on my first load.” Mike said as Bill continued to ride him. “Speaking of which. Your ass is already going to make me cum, Bill!” “Damn, man! That’s fucking hot. Fuck me, Mike! Fuck your infected load into me! Convert me, Mike!” “I’m gonna cum, Bill! Gonna load your gut with my POZ sperm! No turning back now, Bill! Take my poison cum!” Mike yelled through gritted teeth as his piss slit unleashed torrent after torrent of HIV infected cum into Bill’s receptive womb. Mike spasmed a few more times, pumping more and more cum into Bill until Bill slowly lifted off of him. As his daddy lifted himself, Jason saw the dark red streaks of blood covering Mike still rock hard cock. “Come up here and clean your daddy’s blood off my cock, boy,” Mike commanded while still trying to catch his ragged breath. Jason crawled in between Mike’s legs and began to suck Mike’s cock. He immediately tasted the copper taste of blood on his dick along with the sweet taste of cum. As he was cleaning him, Jason realized that he had a POZ guy’s cock in his mouth. The thought made him as hard as a diamond even though he was still hoping for his daddy to be the one to convert him. Once Jason had cleaned Mike’s cock well enough, he went over to his daddy who was waiting by the side of the bed. He had been watching Jason as he was cleaning Mike and he, too, was extremely hard. “How are you feeling?” Jason asked him. “Honestly, that was extremely hot! Knowing that I have his highly infectious POZ cum in my hole right now is even hotter. Probably already beginning to course through my veins, it makes me want to bend you over right here and now and pump a dirty load into you!” Bill said before grabbing Jason’s ass and pulling Jason against him. “There’ll be enough time for that later, you two,” Mike said, propping himself up against the headboard of his bed. “I could use something to eat and drink, but I still have a few loads for that neg ass of yours, Bill.” Jason and Bill took the hint and got up to go get Mike some soup from his kitchen. They found some, heated it up and brought it back to him just as Mike was finishing up the bottle of water Jason had brought him earlier. “Jason, would you be a dear and get me another?” Mike said as he waved the empty water bottle around. Jason found it odd coming from the guy that just a moment earlier had commanded him to suck his bloodied cock clean, but he still nodded and turned right back around and out of the room. Bill took the hot soup over to Mike who began to eat it. “In all honesty, Mike, how are you feeling?” “In all honesty? Fucking awful. That being said, having my POZ cum inside of you kinda makes me feel proud in a weird way. I can’t explain it yet, but it does.” They both heard Jason in the kitchen opening one of the cabinets and a tinkle as a glass was taken out. “He really means a lot to you, huh?” “Yeah, he really does.” “Well, I’m glad for you Bill. I hope this goes the way both of you want it.” “Me too, Mike,” Bill said before he kissed Mike’s sweaty forehead.
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Yesterday afternoon I was in a sling at CCBC in Palm Springs and this dude was fucking me. After a little while he paused and asked me if he could piss inside me. Being the good sub that I am I told him it was his decision. He filled me full and continued to fuck me for another 20 minutes. It was so fucking hot. It ended with his load mixed in with a lot of piss. After he finished I walked back to the room with piss dripping down my legs. Hard as hell just thinking about it.
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I’ve been reading and jerking off to the stories here for years. Countless orgasms has been caused, so I felt it was time to return the favor with a story of my own. Fiction. -ish… The true part is that I really am the cumdump bitch being described and I can promise you there were LOTS of pre cum drooling out of my cock while writing this down. It’s sort of a summary of several visits to saunas and sex clubs, summarized into one heck of an evening, spiced up with some fiction and minor exaggerations. You'll have to figure out the fictional parts yourself. 😉 English is not my first language, so I apologize for any errors you might find. --------------------- The Sunday of easter was always packed at my local gay sauna in my hometown, a small town in the south of Spain. Boys and men having spent many nights dining with their catholic families, thinking about Jesus and stuff. Now they’re all horned up and ready to blow. I’m not a religious person at all, unless you count getting fucked raw by random men a religion, then I’m devout! Maybe a bit of background information could be interesting for you to read: Being a somewhat chubby, hairy man, 40+, I usually don’t find it that easy to get fucked when there’s always so many hotter options around, but going to the sauna has never failed me as I always left with an ass full of cum. In all honesty it’s mostly due to me having absolutely no limits whatsoever when it comes to who’s fucking me. No loads refused, right? I often end up with some hot guys too. There IS such a thing as bear chasers, but they’re not common, so those rare moments are of course cherished. I actually promised myself at a young age to never say no to any guy wanting to fuck me even if he was old, fat, ugly, or all of it, because sooner or later I would also become old, probably fat, probably less attractive, and I wouldn’t want to be rejected for that, hence I would never refuse anyone with a hard cock wanting to fuck me. When it comes to being the top, I get a little pickier. Mainly because I must be turned on in one way or another to stay hard. On the other hand, I've fucked quite a few disgusting men just because of the sleaze of it. I find it very hard to resist a good sloppy cum filled hole. Taking loads is my passion, and I've been doing it for 25 years. The first time I ever had sex I swallowed big load of cum. The second time I took it in the ass. The third time I loaded the guy’s ass. From that point on there's been very few condoms in my life, at least being used as intended. I wasn't very sexually active my first "gay years", due to living in a very small town on the countryside, and it being the 90's when internet was a luxury and mobile phones were made for phone calls. But then I moved to the big city and started hooking up with anyone who looked at me half a second too long at a party or a gay bar. Then I discovered the porn cinemas which I very nervously attended, scared of HIV but still not using any protection. The thrill was greater than the fear and my risk taking was getting worse every time I went there. Someone introduced me to poppers, and with that little brown bottle under my nose I took my first completely anonymous load with my ass pressed against a glory hole in a very small dark cabin. Fuck, I felt so dirty, but I had never been hornier. Not long after that I found myself out in the open, taking a load from a skinny guy with a PA, with a crowd of dirty old men watching me while they were jerking off. I remember feeling strangely proud of myself for doing so and feeling attractive as all those men seemed to enjoy the show. A few years of porn cinemas, dark rooms, cabins, and saunas later, I found the fetish club. I got myself a jock strap and a leather harness and felt just as nervous about going there as I felt going to the porn cinema the first time. The crowd here was older, they were kinky fetishists and somehow, I KNEW they all had AIDS. Probably. But I still went there. I had barely paid for my first beer before someone stuck a finger up my ass, causing me to run and hide in a corner. I can't remember doing anything sexual there the first time, I don't think I stayed long, but I've taken countless loads there after that first night. I met my husband there a few years later. He was so sweet, and I was so turned on watching him taking loads in the dark room, his hair all messy, drunk off his head. I took him home that night and he moved in just a few weeks later. Together we discovered travelling; Barcelona sex clubs, Berlin sex clubs; Amsterdam sex clubs, Gran Canaria and Yumbo center sex clubs... All this time without PrEP, as it wasn't available in my country at the time. I never cared about the risks. Even as my husband and I were both getting railed next to each other against the bar at a club in Yumbo center, me by a guy with biohazard tattoos who as it turned out had been making porn for Treasure Island Media, my husband by his husband. It really is nothing short of a fucking miracle that I’m still neg, and so is my husband. A few years ago, we started taking PrEP, but only for planned fucking, such as parties or going abroad, but I was still taking quite a lot of spontaneous loads when fucking around. Then came Covid and we stopped fucking with others altogether and stopped PrEP too. Then as soon as the pandemic was over, we moved to Spain. But I digress, let’s get back to the easter breeding...
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From a very early age, I was always a massive fan of cottaging. I loved the feeling of excitement, getting on my bike after school, walking in and that amazing smell of stale piss and male musk that filled the air. Reading the messages on the cubicle walls, waiting with complete anticipation for a big beautiful cock to come sliding through the gloryhole so I could wrap my lips around it and nurse that amazing nectar of spunk out of it. As I got older, I got more brazen and would join in at the trough, pulling at my cock for others to see and hopefully get an eyeful of some delicious meat for me to have. I badly miss the days of cottaging and anon sex in a toilet, how do you guys feel, particularly the younger gen who have never known the joy of cottage sex, do you feel like you've missed out, or glad it passed you by
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46yr old 5'8" 250lb hairy masc top, always played locally off apps like bbrts and sniffies. Just booked my flight and a 3-night stay at Canyon Club! I just love to fuck, and am hoping to meet a couple, couples, or singles who want to play while I'm there. I'd also like to find a throat or two to piss down while I'm visiting. I've read on here CCBC has more options, but Canyon Club can get piggy too. I'd be down for a day visit to CCBC, and willing to use the apps to find exactly what I want, as my area of the PNW is kind of rural and hard to find willing asses and mouths. -
I'd been on PrEP over a year. At first genuinely looking to prevent, but lately it became out of wanting to control if/when "it" happened. My mind had raced for months, pondering what it would be like taking that first positive load. Not the run of the mill undetectable load, but the real potent deal. Many jerk off fantasies reading stories, watching videos where some boy was verbally filled with a poz load and imagining myself at that moment of no return. Without much thought, I forgot the PrEP for a day. The second day, I thought "Oh shit, I missed a dose, that's not like me." A voice in my head debated what harm was missing a second? Well, the doctor did say two was acceptable, but certainly not three. Day Three comes. Why am I wasting it? I'm not even having sex, beyond sucking someone off occasionally? I can always take it for a week and get back on track. A week with out sex is nothing for me. I don't classify myself as a real catch, early 40's decent looks, a bit boyish for my age in mannerism and depending on my style of dress. Very orally inclined, mentally a bottom though not really been used enough to really get accustomed to it, though that itch does need scratched. Day ten, post PrEP, arrives. Searching websites and apps for anything that catches my eye; however, pretty shy to initiate the contact. Time wasted, staring blankly, getting no responses. Maybe I'm too standoffish? But wait... what was that? A message! I was in shock, having not gotten one previously, I'd never heard the notification. MasterDaddy4u: "Hey boy. Just lurking or willing to go through with it?" Me: "Hello. I do want to go through with it, just hesitant and depends on what I find I guess." MasterDaddy4u: "Very dom 62 yr old Master, if you come over, you belong to me. And when you speak to me, you should say Sir or Daddy, boy!" Me: "Wow, that is pretty blunt." MasterDaddy4u: "What boy? I did not hear you." Me: "Wow,that is pretty blunt, Sir." *what made me obey so quickly?* MasterDaddy4u: "I am sending you my address. When you arrive, enter at door to the garage. Instructions will be there. If you object to anything in that list, go home to your Mama. We wont talk again until you comply." Me: "I need a moment to think on this, Sir." MasterDaddy4u: "That time is past. Bye, Boy. See you in compliance, or this is the last I have to say." >>MasterDaddy4u is offline. My mind raced like crazy. I had a private shared file waiting to be opened. Staring at my screen, my mouse making circles around the icon.... >>click<< "Boy, be at this address in one hour and follow all instructions on site. If you do not, you will be sent away. No second chances." It ended with the exact address. I recall I've stopped PrEP. What if? I don't even know his status. Or what he intends. As my mind raced, I realize I've undressed without realizing it. I get a shower to ensure I was presentable...just in case. IF... *mind still races* When... In a flash, I find myself in my car, heading toward the unknown. Am I foolish for just showing up without much conversation, no exchanged pix, nothing at all? Time seemed to fly and yet creep at the same time. Looking at my watch, after the relatively short drive over, I had 15 minutes left of the hour allotted. Looking at the darkened house from the street, butterflies churned in my stomach. Halfway up the drive...when did I get out of the car? Hand on the knob. Still time to turn back. My cock and hole both twitch as my stomach does back-flips. Inside the dimly lit garage, a solitary lamp shines on a piece of paper. Leaning down, I begin to read what is expected of me. *** Boy, welcome to your possible future. You can still turn back, but once you start on this list, you are bound by your choice. I know you are here. I've seen you on camera. You have 30 minutes to comply or leave. 1. The boy acknowledges that he freely and willingly accepts being the property of his Master, with the understanding he will, upon showing his submission by beginning this list, be taking his Master's HIV poz load and piss to be properly marked, and will accept any and all demands/orders made by his Master without question, subject to punishment for failure to comply. 2. The boy is to strip and place all belongings into the lock-box provided. Once the lock is in place, it will not be opened. 3. Once naked, the boy will find the collar next to the lockbox. Affix the collar, as well as its lock. Again, once locked, only the Master may choose to remove it. 4. The boy shall kneel, eyes down, palms down on knees, and wait quietly for his Master to retrieve him. Final chance to leave, boy. Once any step has started, your consent is no longer required for those after it. Punishment will be delivered once any lock is in place and you try to withdraw. *** Oh my God! He's positive! FUCK! What about my PrEP? My mind flies through the options of fleeing or giving in. My cock soaks my underwear with precum. Subconsciously, my shoes are kicked off as my shirt goes over my head. My undies getting more uncomfortable by the moment, I rip at my shorts praying for some relief. I'm naked! In a strange place, about to surrender myself to someone, sight unseen. I have to think this through a bit more! I look at my watch. SHIT! I've only got 10 minutes to dress and leave, or accept my fate. Accept my fate? What an odd choice of words! My brain seems to be working on two levels. One fighting it, one having already given in. I need more time! What do I really want to do? >>click<< What was that? A sound snaps me out of my mental debate with logic. FUCK! The lock-box! I locked it! Panic sets in. I can still flee, granted I'd naked and with nothing I came with. DAMN IT! On foot too, as my keys are in the box! How much time do I have? SHIT! No watch! I have to decide. It's now or never! ***** ((I am very new to attempting to write stories. I welcome any feedback. I've been pondering this one a long time, but after reading so many great stories on here, I find it hard to put into words what in my mind plays out like a flawless movie. Thanks for reading this first part. I'll try to continue it as time permits, hopefully sooner rather than later.))
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Top looking to fuck average to stocky builds, bottom or vers, not too hairy, luvs to provide service on your knees, looking for training. Inexperienced or curious welcome. Host dt toronto
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Went upstairs to the bathroom in a department store this afternoon while shopping with my husband. He didn’t have to go so he waited outside for me. The department store was not busy at all so it was a great place to cruise. Like no one would go up there. But in walks a guy who goes to the last urnal as I’m sitting in the stall taking a shit. I hear him take a piss but he just stands there without pulling up his zipper. I finish up and take a look. He was pretty hot. I wanted to go look at his dick and blow him but it was way to risky. My husband had already walked in once. I totally would’ve blown him and swallowed his load or let him breed me. We talked on Grindr after and were into each other. Guess I’ll have to take a trip without my husband. This was at Sears in the Florida mall. If anyone knows anymore cruising spots in and around that area let me know.
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Hey guys! im traveling to Berlin next weekend. Im wondering if you have experience in some of those exciting sexclubs regarding piss. im thinking about Laboratory. Is it always easy to get pissed on by random boys there? Also what about KitKat? Is it possible to ask there some guys to piss on me? Is it okay there? I would love to just hang around in the club and ask some willing boys to piss on me or to let me drink their piss at those open public urinal areas. Let me know 🙂
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I’ve been reading and getting off on hot stories and posts here for years (thanks guys!) and thought I’d finally add one of my own. It’s a mix of real and fiction. Had found myself with an unexpected afternoon off so started sniffing around checking all the apps and sites. Usual hits of “hey”, “what’s up”, “looking?” with not much follow through. Then got hit from a guy that looked close by. 47, 5’ 10’, 175, 7.5 cut, brown hair, versatile bottom, could host or travel. Started a back and forth with usual “where are you?” “into?” He was more bottom, really like to suck, and asked “party?” Hmmm now getting interesting, had been thinking something quick but felt my dick twitch. Had been a couple of months since last time partying and did have the rest of the day off… A bit about me, 51, 5’ 8”, 165, some hair, trim, 7” cut dick that curves up with a nice girth to it (been told when fucking feels great as it gets thicker in the middle and hits all the right spots). Versatile, easy going and happy to see where it goes as long as it feels good. First time had partied was about four years earlier with a guy I also met online. After we got naked and started fooling around he pulled out a pipe and asked if I wanted some. Told him I didn’t know what it was. He said it was meth and would make me feel good (an understatement). Not much of a pot smoker and been awhile since had done coke so figured I’d give it a try. He showed me how to hold the pipe, keeping the flame below the bulb so not to burn the meth, wait for the wisps of smoke and breathe in slowly. FUCK it felt amazing. We hung out for a couple of hours smoking and some fooling around though he was a bit of a flake and too high to really do much but it had totally opened me up to exploring more. Since then I party every couple of months or so, (if not for work would do it more often) and find the whole ritual of smoking an incredible turn on. Shotguns that turn into hot kissing, booty bumps, one-on-one, group fun, all good. Have had some great times and some not so great but guess it’s part of the experience. So back to that afternoon, we moved to texting direct, told me his name was Jim, could host, and would take him about an hour to get ready which worked for me. Cleaned up and out (just in case), showered, put on a worn jock, shorts, t-shirt and got a text saying he was ready for me to come over. He was close, and in 15 minutes got to his place where he buzzed me up. He was in shorts and a t-shirt and pretty much matched his pictures and description. Small clean apartment, walked though a kitchen into a bedroom which had a large bed that took up a good two thirds of the room with the rest filled by a desk and chair and a door to a small bathroom. Jim said get comfortable, so kicked off my sneakers, and sat back on his bed while he sat on the chair by his desk and pulled out a pipe and a lighter, lit it and took a hit then handed them to me. While I lit up he got down on his knees and start rubbing my legs and dick through my shorts. I took a couple of big hits and handed him the pipe and torch while I lay back feeling that fucking awesome feeling that goes right to my dick. He takes a couple of hits, puts down the pipe comes over, pull down my shorts and gets his face right in my bulging jock. Moaning he spreads my legs and starts sniffing and then licking getting it nice and wet while his hands move up under my shirt feeling up my stomach and up my chest to tweak my nips. So fucking good, he pulls back and grabs the pipe while I pull off my shirt, takes a couple of hits and hands it to me. He pulls my dick out of the side of my jock to start sucking while I blow smoke down at him, damn my dick is tingling. Had taken a blue pill so dick was getting nice and chubbed too. Jim takes the pipe from me and says to move back on the bed while he take a couple more hits, hands pipe back to me while he gets naked. Takes the pipe, does another big hit, puts it down while I’m now laying all the way back on his bed with my head propped up with pillows. He gets down between my legs, pulls off my jock and exhales a big cloud on my dick before swallowing it again. FUCK! So good. Am moaning a bit and thrusting up. He goes shhh, relax and don’t move too much, let me do all the work. I feel a bit embarrassed and ask if everything okay and he says all good, lay back, then swallows my dick again while rubbing my stomach. I usually like mutual play but follow his lead, lay back, spread my legs more and fuck it’s feeling good. We go at it like this for a while, (never really sure about time while high), taking breaks to take hits, then him having me lay back, staying quiet and trying not to move much while he swallows and licks my dick while also rubbing my stomach, chest, and legs. As am pretty high I spread my legs as my hole is feeling tingly and hoping he’ll move down there but at the moment he’s concentrating on my dick which has been hovering between semi and full mast and feeling great. He’s kept me totally passive and at one point while he’s sucking and rubbing my dick I can feel I leak out some piss. I look up and tap him on the shoulder and say sorry about that, I should go take a leak. He looks at me, shakes his head, keeps his mouth on my dick and pushes his hand down on my lower stomach. FUCK! Am totally turned on and my dick swells but he keeps sucking while rubbing and pressing my on my stomach and bladder. I start getting that feeling of my body and dick relaxing and start pissing but since am so high it also feels like I’m cumming, feeling the piss going through my shaft into his mouth with every nerve ending tingling. He is nodding his head while keeping his lips tight around my shaft egging me on to keep going. FUCK! And I do, It feels like I got a gallon of piss which he just keeps swallowing. The feeling is incredible, it’s nothing I’ve experienced before, like one long orgasm. After I don’t know how long the flow of piss slowed and then finally stopped with Jim never taking his mouth off my dick. Was total sensory overload and pushed him gently off, though now my dick was hardening after having my bladder emptied. Jim said think time for a smoke break which sounded good to me. We both got up, him sitting back in the chair and me on edge of bed. He torched up the pipe and when the wisps of smoke started took a big hit, smiled and leaned over to give me a shotgun which we exchanged back and forth which turned into deep kissing where I tasted the acrid taste of piss mixed with smoke. FUCK! He then gave me the pipe where I took a deep hit and did the same to him. Did this a few more times until we both both flying, with each hit going right to my dick and my hole. While we were making out I started to feel him up but he pushed me gently back and said it really turns him on giving me pleasure and that he was okay as is and said do you want to lay back again? I said sure but asked would he give my hole some attention. He smiled and got a gleam in his eye and nodded while licking his lips. Then he said let’s take a couple of more hits. FUCK! He puts down the pipe and says lie back and damn I’m flying and feeling good. He gets down between my legs and takes my dick in his mouth again. My dick now is hard and leaking and I’m trying to keep from moaning and moving as he directed. He’s now spreading my legs raising my knees a bit and he starts licking down my dick all over my balls. He then licks under my balls pushing my legs up and starts licking on my hole. Oh yeah! I say quietly. He really starts eating me out and I reach for my dick but he bats my hand away. His tongue feels amazing and he starts to both lick and finger my hole. I’m trying not to squirm and keep my hole open to him. After a while he pulls off my hole and grabs some lube. I look down and he’s grinning and nodding while I feel him lubing up my hole. I feel the lube on my loosened hole and then a finger going in. Uhhhh as my head sinks back into the pillow. He keeps his finger massaging my insides. Then pulls out a bit adding more lube and shoves two fingers in. Uuuuhhh, my dick jumps. Then he puts in a third and I feel him hitting my prostate and my dick spurts out precum onto my stomach which I reach down and taste. I feel a fourth finger but my butt is not open enough and he goes back to three. He smiles and swallows my dick again while he keeps fingering me. FUCK! He’s gone back to two fingers massaging my insides while sucking and nursing on my dick. I feel my dick leak every time he hits my prostate, it’s like a mini orgasm and that gets him going too. My dick is rock hard and I can slowly feel a full orgasm slowly building. After the pissing and prostate massaging I’m feeling like my whole body is starting to tingle. Jim keeps on sucking my dick while his fingers rub my prostate and hole. I start to feel both relaxed and a build up of cum start to move into my dick. It’s not like my usual orgasm that comes in a burst, this one is slow moving where my balls are tingling and I can feel the cum is slowing moving up my dick. Jim feels the difference as my hole opens and he shoves four fingers in. I feel my hole start to pulse and the cum moving up my shaft feeling like I’m pissing cum. Jim starts sucking furiously and then I start shooting, FUCK! The shots are explosive and massive and keeps going while Jim keeps sucking, fingering with one hand and holding me down with the other. Usually once I cum my dick is too sensitive but this time Jim keeps sucking and fingering and am happy to keep letting him. Over the course of the next hour or so he gives me two or three more dick and butt orgasms finishing with me giving him more piss before we finally finish and wrap it up. We buddied each other and got together a few more times but this first was a memorable and unexpected afternoon.
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Osvaldo Wants Something New
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Grand Rapids—August, 2023 After the house party, I waited an entire week to have sex again. Me. I was completely sated from my time in Chicago at the house party. I was also making sure that everything was normal—and that I hadn’t picked up anything during all that play. I was also saving up a big load for Osvaldo. He hasn’t been mentioned on here for a bit, as he’s been out of commission. Osvaldo loves big things in his ass and he told me about 8 months ago he was bleeding after getting fucked. I know he went to the doctor—but he never told me exactly what was happening, whether it was an anal fissure or some hemorrhoids that were bleeding, or what. It took him half a year to recover—but he announced his first post hiatus anal sex with a series of pictures sent to my phone. He was ready for me anytime—but with my summer schedule, we had to delay it until August. We planned our meet for a CumUnion. He wanted me and anyone else who wanted a turn inside him. We agreed on 9pm. I drove up and learned he was running late. He told me to go there and have fun—just not to blow my load. I got there, checked in and wore the grungy jock and my boots. I slung the towel over my shoulder and went to see who else was around… The crowd is sparse. And talkative. It is more of a social club tonight than a sex club. There are likely 15 or so guys here, much more interested in the porn or the hot tub than having sex. Or maybe it’s early. I walk around and note there is a new fuck bench near the sling—replacing a worn-out couch in the back corner. I go into the big screen television room and settle in to watch some porn. I can usually find a man to give me some warm-up head here. Not tonight. I stroke. I walk and check the time. He’s now 30 minutes late from his newest guestimate of arrival. In the course of my rounds, I bump into an acquaintance from the gay campground. We chat and eye each other, but don’t do anything. I go back to a smaller porn station near the sling. A man comes around the corner. Tall and around my age. He sits in the other chair. He drops his towel. He has a hard seven incher. We stroke. He sucks me. I return the favor. Neither of us thinking we will get the other off. As he stands and wraps the towel around him, the Campground Guy comes in and lies in the sling. And I thought he was a top. I go over and begin rimming him. He groans. “Someone told me you’re good at eating hole—and they aren’t lying.” He groans again and strokes his dick. “You ready for my cock.” He nods. “Always wanted it…” I bounce the head on his tight ball sack and add a little more lube to the shaft. I ease it into him. He’s tight—but my cock has no entry problems. His erection goes down as he takes me, but he is concentrating on his ass now anyway. I hold and our eyes meet. He nods and I begin fucking. The sling starts creaking. All the guys in the lounge around the corner crowd in to watch. They keep their distance. The looks range from turned on to put out that someone is having more fun than they are. I slow down and begin very long strokes—almost pulling out of Campground Guy and then slamming back in. His breathing is ragged now. His cock is oozing constantly as I pummel him. “Oh, fuck…” He doesn’t truly shoot, but cum is just released from his balls. I bend over and lick some of it up and pull my cock out of him at the same time. “Damn, I needed that,” he groans as I help him out. The crowd immediately disperses… * Osvaldo’s now an hour late from the new start time. But I finally see him come in. He gets ready—but is still running around, not settling down to play. After 20 minutes of this, I finally tell him to come meet me at the sling when he’s ready. I go up, thinking I can get some head to keep me hard until he arrives. I’m wrong. But Osvaldo is soon there. He wants to try the new bench. I tell him to suck me, to get me super hard. He does. Avidly. “Up on the bench.” He crawls up and I spread his full butt cheeks. My tongue finds his hole. I burrow in. We have an observer. The only man here now that I think is a top. He strokes an ample cock to our play. As I stand up, his eyes are glued to my cock entering Osvaldo raw. “You should use his mouth,” I say as I sink into place. He makes no move to do so, but strokes harder. I fuck. It feels great to be back in this wet hole. Another younger man enters. The stroking top touches his arm and younger guy goes to his knees to suck the top. I grin and keep plowing Osvaldo. Soon, the other top gets the younger man on his feet and bent over. The bench is just long enough that the two bottoms are now face to face. The top pushes into the ass of the other younger man. The Daddies fuck as the two young men hold onto each other, moaning. I want them to kiss, but it doesn’t happen. Osvaldo gestures he wants to get up. He leads me by the hand to his room on the floor below. He desperately wants to film the fucking—and can’t in the public space. I eat his ass. He films it. I fuck him bent over on the bed. He films it. And I take the camera from him for a different angle. He sits on my face. And films it. And riding my cock as I lie there. I suggest I hold the camera and do an underneath shot as I fuck him on all fours. He loves the idea. We fuck. It is late and I’m tired. More from all the waiting and doing nothing than from play. We go back upstairs. “Remember, what you promised,” he whispers as he climbs in the sling. I eat his now thoroughly fucked hole. I stand up and slide in. As the sling creaks, a few men come in. One is brave enough to come over and offer a hard cock for Osvaldo’s mouth. “Fuck him good,” says one of the onlookers. “Fill that fucker up.” Little does the onlooker know… I am close, willing myself to cum. I do a blast of cum into him. Osvaldo forgets about the cock in his mouth and milks my dick. “Do it, Daddy…” he whispers. I concentrate—and begin to piss. He has never taken my piss, but lately every text has been about my pissing in his ass. Now I am. And it’s a bigger load than I thought I had in me. I pressure wash his gut. Osvaldo is groaning and kneading his cock through the fabric covering it. I finally go dry. I pull out of him carefully. He leaks just a few drops that I quickly mop up with my towel. He has his camera with him and races to the shower. The next day I get a video of him expelling the piss from his ass in a high arc… Osvaldo sent me videos of us and then pictures taken from the videos. And all included his face—and I can’t publish them here. I will post a few of him from the last time we met instead. They are on the main site--use the link address below. The original post, with pics, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Osvaldo Wants Something New (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 14, 2023-
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Just wow. following the previous 2 encounters with Rob & Dean, they planned a third. We made the plans to meet and they made the details very vague, replying to my questions only with "don't worry how many arrives, prepare for a night of fun" so I did just that, around lunch I started prepping myself with saltwater cleanse and got my hole squeaky clean for anything it might be getting, and since my partner said he couldn't join us due to work, I got a load from him to pre-lube my hole, got an Uber and arrived to their place around 5pm. My only instructions were to arrive, let myself in, strip, get on my knees and were a blindfold that they prepared for me, then someone will come and take me to the play area. So I did just that, I entered and was alone, stripped, on my knees, put on the blindfold and waited till I heard footsteps coming towards me, no words were spoken and I was just lifted by 2 men and was carried downstairs, i started hearing voices, men talking and cheering as I was brought to the room till I was placed on a sling, had my hand and legs tied and then I heard Rob announce: "this slut is here for us to use, he can take it all so have fun". my cock shot up and I was almost shivering from the excitement, not knowing how many men are going to use me or how lol. they suddenly all went silence and I heard them getting closer till I felt the warmth of bodies standing next to me. then I felt hand all over me, face, body, cock, ass, I was touched everywhere, like I was being explored till someone strayed probing my hole with fingers, feeling the wetness inside me and asked "how many loads you got slut?" I answered that just the 1 and in desperate need for more! "don't worry, you'll have a cunt full of loads you'll be leaking for a week after we're done with you!" then it began, poppers were placed in my nose and I inhaled about 10 huffs they gave me before it was taken and a cock was shoved in my mouth while another was pushing in my hole, first it was just a tease to with the cockhead but then it went all the way till I felt the pubes on my skin. Game on! This started the rough fucking my hole while I was sucking all the cock I was given, till the guy fucking me announced he was going to load me and I felt him buried deep in me and shooting a super hot load in me. then, it was blur, one by one I was fucked by all the men there, I loss count but each and every one of them fucked hard, had nice cocks ranging from normal to enormous till I felt a familiar cock and heard my partner saying "you didn't think I'd miss an opportunity to see you getting used by over 20 men?" Wow! Knowing how many men are there and having my partner there with me got me into overdrive and I just begged them to use me hard! My partner kept plowing me and showing the rest how hard I can take his 11" thick monster before he shot his load and then he was replaced by Rob's 11" equal that was fucking my hole just as hard. 20 something loads later they were done with round 1 and was taken off the sling to a mattress, where I was instructed to sit on an cock that was laying there and I began riding him with my sloppy cummy hole, it felt amazing and soon after I felt a second cock pushing into my hole and so a double penetration session began, fucked by 2 at a time by all of them, changing all sort of combinations while sucking the cocks to clean, tasting the cum and my ass juices till Dean was giving me his cock, asked if I was thirsty and I knew exactly what he mean, I nodded yes and immediately started feeling a warm stream of piss in my mouth, while I was still being fuck hard! It was a bit hard not to spill a drop but I managed and then quickly replaced by another giving me another piss load! I was in piggy heaven!!! When they all finished fucking my hole like that and coming a second load in my gaping hole I was laid on my back on the mattress with my legs up and then I felt someone starting to piss on my hole before shoving it in me continuing to fill me with piss before he started fucking me hard while I felt piss started to drench me from the men standing next to us, pissing all over me. when the guys pulled out from my hole it was replaced by a hand that slid right in, my hole was already so opened and slick with more than 40 loads + piss load that I just felt it all sloshing in me while the fist was playing with it. poppers were placed in my nose again and a fist session began, I was drenched in piss, smelling like cum and sweat and I was loving it, the energy in the room was mesmerizing and I couldn't stop. it went on for a while and I was fisted, fucked and loaded more and more by all the men there, from time to time I heard my partner commenting on what a good slut I am, Rob and Dean the hosts that kept edging me on to take all the men that they invited, calling me a cumdump whore that will take any cock all I could do is moan like a bitch around the cock that was filling my mouth to clean. this entire session went on for hours and hours, I was fucked in any position, back on the sling, spit roasted on all 4, on a fuck bench, even in the air as I was held by a bull of a man with a beautiful cock, must've been 10" and then another was pushing in, they were double fucking me like I was just a piece of meat and I was loving it! then they began to leave, after dumping their load in me I could hear them saying goodbye to the hosts, thanking my partner all while disregarding me which only turned me on even more. Suddenly the blindfold was taken off and I saw my partner, rob and dean standing next to me smiling and still hard and telling me I took total of 31 men tonight, 102 loads that was marked on a board after every load that was dumped in my cunt, no to mention the 3 loads that I shot handsfree while I was pounded by all the men. heaven! they wanted one last load so I was placed in the sling, my hole was just leaking cum and basically a completed mess as they fucked me hard and fast, dumping their loads in me, then giving it to me to clean and when they were done, I was plugged by a huge plug to keep it all in, I could feel the cum sloshing in me as I stood up and we went to take a quick shower all of us together. I just put on my jock and kissed them all goodbye, thanking them for a wonderful time as my partner walked me to our car and we drove home, that was when I looked at the clock and it was 6am! I was being used for 12 hours straight and it was just fucking amazing. when we got home we went straight up to our bedroom, I stripped and crashed on the bed with my partner telling me how proud he is of me taking it all, seeing how happy I was during the session. We kissed and I just fell asleep in his arms, I was exhausted. a happy piggy, cum filled, ruined hole. To sum it all up: 31 men 105 loads Till next time 😉- 15 replies
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This is a true story of my favorite fuck. It started over twenty years ago before the internet for hook ups. I was on a phone line and started chatting with a top who asked me if I was into watersports. I was 20 he was 40ish. I hadn't done watersports but I was hot for this guy so I tried it. About 30 minuets later he was at my door. MD was about 5'10 very attractive with a dominant approach. He put me on my knees on my bed, stood over me, put his cock in my mouth and said, 'drink or the piss is all over your bed.' He let go full flow and I drank it down as fast as I could not missing much. I surprised him and me. He smiled and that was all I needed for approval, I was his. He stayed for hours, late into the night. I was surprised how long I was able to go and never lose interest. He kept me on his cock at all time. I nursed on it, hard or soft. His cock became everything to me, it was true worship. When I did a good job MD would kiss me. His kiss is no ordinary kiss, it is the kiss of an alpha, a man of confidence. First is always spit, then he forces his tongue into my mouth fucking it, raping it. I'm not allowed to put my tongue in his mouth, he won't have it. I tried once and he bit it hard, drawing blood. When he felt pleasure he was very vocal. I asked him to be more quiet because my neighbors can hear everything . . he just smiled and told me to get on his cock. The next day, my neighbor complained about the noise, I was humiliated. After this first night I was hooked on MD. He was all I wanted. As the years went on I'd see him whenever I could, cheating on boyfriends and traveling by train or bus to his home. I asked him if he drank or did drugs and he said no and said he was neg. I wasn't interested in chems then, they weren't for me. I was so hungry for his piss and cum. I felt it make me healthier, stronger. It wasn't until years later I realized I could go for such long session because MD was feeding chem piss. I was getting high and didn't even know it! I worshiped him many times over the years. My favorite place was sitting in a pool of cold piss in front of his toilet nursing his cock, getting skull fucked, drinking gallons of piss (chem piss), being drenched and wearing his scent. Everything about him made me feel weak, he was strong and took what he wanted. It was strange, I felt lust and love for MD. He taught me much when I was younger. How to drink heavy piss, rim for hours (I love kissing his hole), take spit and clean his nose with my tongue. He gave me many STI's which I ended up passing to boyfriends. When I look back, I think he enjoyed infecting me with his bugs. For a long time, there was this sore on the bottom of the head of his cock. It hid in the fold. I wanted to service so bad, I always over looked it. He gave me syph, gono, Hep A . . all of which I unknowingly passed on. We didn't fuck often. Looking back, I wish we fucked more. His cock is perfect for fucking. The head is smaller than the shaft. When fucking he can enter easily with his head, then make his sub feel his power as he shoves the huge girth of his shaft into his pig. I know he likes his subs to feel pain from his cock. He makes them suffer for the privilege. He also did this one thing with his foot that I know understand better. While his cock is worshiped, he pushes his big toe into your hole letting his nail scratch it up. As the years went on, MD brought out the chems and introduced them to me. He fucked me and my boyfriend up a couple times on T . . . made us fly and service Him for hours. It's been years since I've seen him. I still beat off a couple times a week thinking about him. Looking back, I can see he is a master stealth chemmer/breeder. There were two things I never got to do with him that I often fantasize about. I wish I could have serviced his cock while he took a dump and then wiped his beautiful hole for him. Not being into scat, I wish I could have been pushed there by him. He also never hurt my hole with that cock. I wish I could be under him looking him in the eyes while he enters my hole too fast. His smile would be payment enough for the pain.
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My name is Jacob. I grew up in a very strict evangelical Christian family. We attented church twice a week, had bible study every night at home, and believed sex was only in marriage for procreation. That's why we had 9 kids in our family. I was number 5. We lived in a small house with no privacy. All the boy's shared one room, all the girls another. So needless to say not only was masturbation a sin, it was near impossible to find a place to do it. But teenage hormones always find a way. I had mastered the art of silently rubbing myself off late at night, cumming into my hand then licking it clean to leave no telltale sign of my disobedience. Disobedience was a severely punishable crime. After God, Father and Mother reigned supreme, and any fractions were dealt with swiftly and severely. This most often consisted of a switch to the palms, or bare buttocks. I remember once my older brother Elijah was caught touching himself and Father made him strip naked in front of us boys and bend over, grabbing his ankles while his buttocks were administered with 39 lashes, the same number Jesus endured. He had to say "I am a sinner, I deserve this, Thank you Lord Jesus" after every strike on his flesh. All I could focus on was his exposed anus and his testicles and penis hanging down, all covered in light hair, such as I was sprouting at the time. I felt my own penis getting hard as I stared at my naked brothers private parts. But like I said, hormones drive teenage boys to take risks. I was 15 when I discovered I could sneak into my neighbor's garage while he was away at work and have a much more satisfying masturbation session that I could late at night in my room. Here, I had privacy and could strip naked and enjoy my body without fear of getting caught. Or so I thought. I had been enjoying Mr. Jackson's garage for several years, when one day there was a new development. I had snuck in as usual and started dropping my trousers when something caught my eye. On a shelf were some magazines. And not just any magazines, they were sex magazines. GAY sex magazines! Even more sinful than unmarried men and women! My blood ran cold knowing the devil was tempting me beyond my youthful masturbation, but I couldn't look away. I was transfixed at the images. I had of course heard of the evils of homosexual sex, but had never seen it. And here it was staring me in the face. And my penis had never been harder! I had barely touched myself when I ejaculated a mighty load all over Mr. Jackson's magazines and garage floor. I panicked at the thought of leaving evidence of my tresspassing and frantically licked my sperm off the magazines as best I could before replacing them as I found them. I pulled up my trousers and quickly went home, forgetting about what I left on the floor. A couple of days later, I returned to find the magazines again. This time I looked through more of them as I delicately stroked my penis until I orgasmed into my hand and cleaned up the evidence. I was hooked. The devil had his claws in me, and that night I prayed and prayed to God to save my soul. But I was too far gone with my interest in those magazines. Several weeks went by, with me there almost every day, falling deeper into the devil's trap. Then it happened. I was laying naked on Mr. Jackson's garage floor, stroking my penis, and I heard it. The door to the house opened and there I was, caught red handed. I didn't realize Mr. Jackson was home that day and I was caught hook, line, and sinker. I froze in terror, unable to move. Mr. Jackson just looked down at my naked body and smiled an evil smile. "Well, well, well," he snickered. "So it's you Jacob. I was wondering which boy had been sneaking over here. Looks like I caught me a tresspasser." As he said this he aimed his phone at me and snapped a couple pictures. "How old are you now boy?" he asked me. "18 now Sir." I was barely able to get out. "Perfect." he said as he snapped another picture. "Now what would your parents say if I told them about this and showed them these pictures?" "Please Sir!" I begged, tears running down my face. "Please don't tell them. I will be condemned." "You already are boy. Your mine now." He laughed as he stared down at me. Mr. Jackson was an older black man, with a short greying beard and a bit of a pot belly. He started unbuttoning his pants as he said, "I know you're a faggot Jacob. I know you've been looking at those magazines as you jerk off. Well boy, now I own you, and if you want to keep this private, you'll do as I say!" With that he pulled out his big, black dick which was already rock hard. I knew what he wanted me to do. I had now seen dozens of pictures of men sucking each others penises. I was about to do the same. "Meet your new friend, Kahn." he said as he grabbed my hair and pulled me up. "Open up faggot!" My mouth spread apart as the tears ran down my face. Without ceremony he pushed his penis into my open mouth and started ramming it in and out. I struggled and gagged, choking on it as he held my hair, pulling my head back and forth, taking more pictures of my first oral sex. "Suck it you self righteous little whore. You're my whore now! God can't save you. You'll learn to worship and pray at your new god. You'll do anything I tell you, and learn to beg for it!" With that he started ejaculating down my throat, pumping his sperm down into my belly. When he was done he pushed me back down to the ground, smiling at my rock hard teen dick. "Jerk it boy!" He ordered me. I just grabbed it and started to shoot as soon as I had stroked it a couple of times. Mr. Jackson of course took more pictures as I shot all over myself. "Lick it up bitch!" He demanded. Then get dressed and get out. I'll be in contact." With that he went inside the house, leaving me naked and trembling at what had transpired. I knew I was now his property.
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Piss Party Trio
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Chicago—July, 2023 I had loved my play with the man I christened Tall Guy With Tats at the IML piss party. As July rolled around, TGWT sent me a text. We had both missed the June event as it had been shifted from the usual second Saturday of the month. He now wanted more—Did I? I sure did. We both agreed we’d be at the July group. I got into the city in good time and even managed to find free parking. I began to tank up on water as I sat in my car. Just before 5pm, I went into the bar. I stripped to the jock I am destroying for my Canadian Friend and the boots I save for piss events. As I checked my bag, I noted that the sling was up again—but had moved from the front into the back corner where I was used to seeing it. I bantered a little with the cute coat check otter before I went to refill my water bottle from the huge cooler on the bar… I keep tanking up, watching the piss porn on the back wall and chatting with men I know or ones I recognize from May. “There you are,” says a voice behind me. I turn. It’s Tall Guy With Tats, looking as hot as ever. He is ten to fifteen years younger than I, and at least an inch taller. We chat for a moment, but are soon behind one of the screens with him on his knees and my hard cock in his mouth. A man watches him suck—and thoughtfully pisses on my cock as TGWT continues to take my now wetter cock deep into his throat. For all my hydrating, I don’t have any of my own piss for him. Yet. We separate and play with others. A series of men go to their knees. Most are hoping for piss along with the cocksucking. Even when my bladder finally fills, I save it for TGWT. I find him—but he is busy with an incredibly handsome ginger. I watch him suck the guy until the man next to me, a hot Latino, goes to his knees and begins to do the same to me. Soon, I have my guy up on the bench and am rimming his ass. I stand and use the piss I was saving to coat his ass crack. He groans out his pleasure and I go back to my knees and lick it all up. “Fuck me.” His hole has opened dramatically from my tongue and his desire to get fucked. I stand up and sink into him. I look over and TGWT has turned the ginger around and is rimming his hot ass. I make a note that I need to be there during the next three hours. I fuck the Latino. He begs for some piss up his ass. I give him a quick squirt and keep on fucking. We finally take our fuck to the sling. As the Latino groans loudly, men surround us. I urge them to piss on us. One man, with a long stream, does just that—sending it onto the Latino’s chest and uncut cock. It drips down onto my dick—making it harder—as I continue to fuck. “I want to be next,” whispers TGWT in my ear. He and the ginger have joined the group around us. I keep fucking for a bit—and then take a break. TGWT introduces me to the ginger. He is ripped, without going overboard and has a bubble butt of an ass that I can’t stop looking at. We have a quick session of each of us taking turns on our knees, sucking the other two. Finally, TGWT gets in the wet sling. I spend a long time rimming his hole. Ginger Built moves closer. He sprays down TGWT’s jock. The pale stream comes cascading down the ass crack and right onto my tongue. I push some in and swallow the rest. “Now fuck him,” says Ginger Built as his stream peters out. “Fuck him hard.” I stand up. I slap my cock on the sopping wet jock pouch. I push it into TGWT. He groans and I begin the fuck. Another man tries to piss on us, but he can’t quite get it on either me or TGWT. It’s still hot to be occasionally splashed. I fuck. I pull out and eat his very wet hole. The man who wears his suit to this event is back. He joins the group and pushes his way to the front row, by the side of the sling. He bends down and whispers something to the man in the sling. “He wants to fill my ass with piss,” TGWT announces. I grin and give way. Mr. Suit, his hard cock hanging out of the fly, sticks it in the hole I have left gaping. He doesn’t move. I watch his face go from concentration to surprise to pleasure as he unleashes everything in his bladder. TGWT is groaning and hitting his poppers. It feels like forever until Mr. Suit steps back and pulls his cock out of TGWT. He shakes it, to get that final drop onto the lucky bottom. He grins at me and gives way. I go to my knees and rim the hole. I expect TGWT to push some of that piss into my mouth. He doesn’t. I stand up and go back in. His ass is so hot now from another man’s piss. I fuck, listening to the slosh with every stroke. Ginger Built moves closer. He aims a piss stream on my dick. I can’t help but fuck even more piss into the gaping hole… * I am behind the screens. A young Black otter in a baseball cap is attracting a lot of attention. He is kneeling on the wet floor. I watch him suck all the dicks of the men surrounding him. One man moves away. I step in. The Ballcap Otter leaves the dick he’s working on and slobbers down mine. He takes me to the root, easily. My cock is covered other men’s piss and two men’s ass juices. Ballcap Otter savors it—and then spits a huge quantity of deep throat spittle onto my balls—and licks that up, all the while making the sexiest grunts and groans. He stands up, giving his knees a break. “Fuck me?” he asks. He bends on the ledge, offering me his hot looking, beautifully sculpted butt. I kneel and dig in. There are tight black curls everywhere—on his ass cheeks, his chest and his legs. I stand up, leaving him wet and open. I enter and fuck. He groans and strokes his sizable cock. We fuck until he begs me to stop. “I don’t want to shoot yet.” I pull out. He spins around and cleans my cock of every drop of ass jizz. I give him a piss chaser, straight down his throat, by way of thanks… * We are only 30 minutes from end time. I have fucked TGWT one more time in the sling, with Ginger Built hosing us down. We have become a trio, moving around from place to place together. I tell him, now that we are seated on the ledge, I have to finallh taste his ass. He looks at me and stands up. He leans on TGWT for support and arches his delicious looking cheeks towards me. I kneel and begin to rim. After a bit I piss his crack and dig in for more. Ginger Built pulls away, not because he’s done, but to kiss me. TGWT joins our kiss and our tongues are in and out of each other’s mouths, trading piss and spit. “You should let him fuck you,” TGWT tells GB. I watch him consider it. From previous mentions, it has sounded like his ass may be reserved for his boyfriend. A moment. Then: “Lots of lube, please.” He bends, again holding on to TGWT. I eat him out one more time. I can barely get his tight pucker to relax. I lube my cock as I tongue him. I stand. The head pops into him. I wait. I push. Just a little. He groans. I think I’m there. I push in the next inch. “Out! Please. You’re way too big.” I pull out. “You should shoot in me,” says TGWT. And I want to. He bends, holding onto the ledge we’ve been sitting on. I eat his used hole and fuck. Ginger Built stands and showers us with piss one more time. I’m there—and have a noisy orgasm deep inside Tall Guy With Tats. When I pull out, Ginger Built cleans my cock and shares it with TGWT. TGWT gives us a last hug and goes to dry off and get dressed. Ginger Built and I are standing face to face. “I really wanted it,” he whispers. I reach around and finger his ass. His hard cock, pressed against me, oozes. I finger his hole. “Yes,” he moans. I pull out for a second to lube my fingers. He turns so I have easier access. One finger, now two, go into him. I whisper into his ear. How good he tasted. How tight he felt on my cock. This makes him grind back onto my hand. I add a third finger. He is beating his meat like crazy. “I think,” I continue into his ear, “you wanted my cum up you.” “Yes…” he grunts out. “Does your boyfriend like to fuck in anonymous jizz deep inside you?” “FUCK!” That has done it. Ginger Built coats the floor with his cum. I pull out of him carefully. I go back to holding him as his breathing calms. Only then do I get to clean up the stray cum left on his cock. Delicious… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Piss Party Trio (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) August 9 2023 -
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Pissing and Rimming Brent
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
My Playroom—June, 2023 I received an email in my felchingpisser account. The sender said he’d met me at a Cum-Union quite some time ago. He told me that I ate the three or four loads he’d taken out of his ass and fucked him with what little cum was still in his hole. He’d been thinking about me a lot lately—and he wanted to meet. I have to say, the incident had all the hallmarks of me, but I couldn’t picture the man. We quickly switched to text. He sent me a face shot. I remembered him immediately. He is half my age, and a great pig. He is slender, tall, with tufts of hair on his chest and a furry ass. We had not played again. Now he wanted to get wet with me in the playroom. We sent a bunch of texts with ideas for play and our limits. Sometimes I don’t like to answer the text ‘What are you going to do to me?’—the guy is just jerking to the words and doesn’t really want to do more. I was sure that was not Brent. We talked about scenarios that turned us on. Everything we brought up, we both liked. I even agreed to meet with him a little earlier than I usually play. He was so excited, he arrived earlier yet. But I was ready for him… I open the door to the playroom. I am wearing just boots and the jock I am grunging up for a reader. There, on his knees, is this hot young man. He is wearing the white jock I requested, so we can watch it change color. He has tall athletic socks on and nothing else. He is kneeling in front of the sling, his hands behind his back. Eager. And expectant. I mash the pouch of my pungent and stained jock into his face. He groans and begins to lick it. I will myself to piss—but I can’t quite get there, even as hydrated as I am. Instead, my cock erects and he gives me some great head. I grab his ears and face fuck him for a bit. I can’t wait to eat his ass after so long. I tell him to get up on the bench. His hot hairy butt juts out at the perfect height for me to dive in. My tongue pokes into his tight hole. But it loosens instantly. I spit and lick it up—again and again. “Take some poppers,” I tell him. I’ve seen the bottle in his hand. He does. I stand up and let them hit him, slapping my hard cock on his right cheek. I poke at his much looser hole, but I don’t go in—I shower it with piss. It sluices down his hairy crack and onto the towel under the bench. It’s not a big gush of liquid, just enough to flavor his hole. I go to my knees and lick it up. He groans. I hear him take another hit as I eat him out again. When he gets the cap back on, I stand up and enter him for the first of countless times today. His hole is hot and ready. I sink all the way into him as he groans. Brent pushes back, taking the last inch I was saving for later. Damn, he’s hungry. I begin the fuck, long and slow. I build fast. Really slamming it into his receptive ass. He groans and eggs me on, telling me how good I’m making him feel. I slow down—and pull out. “Let me taste my ass.” I bring it to his face. He licks and swallows me down, groaning at the juices on my cock. It gets me even harder, so I pull out and fuck him again… * He’s in the sling. I am eating Brent’s wet, and much looser hole. I stand up. My dick spurts piss all over his jock pouch. I send a splash onto his chest—almost to his gaping mouth. I dig his semi-hard out of the sopping wet pouch and wet it directly. I bend and suck the piss off his cock. He mops up his chest with his fingers and tastes me that way. We fuck. Repeatedly. Brent cleaning my cock after each round. “Daddy, I want to lick your hole like you promised.” We change places. I lie on the damp sling. Brent goes to his knees and eats my hole out. I close my eyes and revel in the all the sensations. I hear him stand. A gallon of piss is squirting out of him. It is a young man’s flow—long and forever and copious. It covers my ass, my jock and up to my chest. It’s my turn to mop some up and taste it. Brent goes to his knees, rimming me madly, trying to catch every delicious drop as it clings to the hair of my ass… * We fuck some more with him in the sling. As he cleans my dick, I strap the leather restraints on his wrists. I buckle them on his ankles as well. As he lays there, I flatten the bench to become a padded table. I get him out of the sling and onto the table before I grab the hogtie clip. I clip his arms and legs to the four sides, causing them to bunch his limbs together. I push down on it and it rolls his ass up to a good angle to fuck him while he’s helpless. I fuck him hard. He cleans my dick and we do it again. * I’ve pulled out the rimseat. “Do you want to sit on it or be under it?” I ask. “Under,” he says quickly, as he lays down on the mat. I sit and let him go to work. I use his poppers and relax and his active tongue licks every inch of my crack and hole. I stand when my legs need to stretch, but he begs me to sit down again. I do, taking another hit. Eventually, we reverse. I have him lean into the sling and shoot some piss on his hairy butt hole before he sits on my face. I love how it keeps dripping—as I can’t possibly lick it up fast enough… * “I want you to breed me,” he says as he helps me up from the mat. We have been playing for a very long time—and I am more than ready, after rimming him so deeply. We both are very damp—all over. And it feels great on this hot day. I choose the sling. “I want to see your face as I load you.” He gets in. I kneel and eat his hole. I can’t get enough. I pull the cheeks apart and go as deep as on the rim seat. I hear him do poppers. I lube up as I eat. I stand and slide in. He locks eyes with me. “Fuck my wet ass. Hard!” I do as I’m told. I am so close. He passes me his poppers. I take a hit. I feel my cock swell even more as I screw the cap on. I begin slamming into his wet ass. The room is filled with the sound of our wet bodies colliding. “Do it. Fill me up…” he groans out. I thrust a few more times. I really want to tongue him again, but I don’t stop. I am so damn close. “Breed me…please…” I look at him. I can see that lust for load in his eyes. And I shoot. Over and over. I fuck it deep. And it feels like there’s a lot of jizz. I bend down and hold on to him, my cock still deep in his guts. His arms wrap around me. Eventually, I move. I slip to my knees and lick out some of my load. I feed it to his eager mouth, in a sloppy kiss… The original, with a hot pic of Brent, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Pissing and Rimming Brent (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) July 15, 2023
