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Hey guys! I know Portugal its a quiet place, but let's some noise in the social media and share content or made some partys! I'm living in Porto actually and need know others guys to [banned word] talk about it. Lets made a group in Telegram? Who are with me?
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1st Story on here so hope you lads enjoys. Was chatting to this English lad who lived in Dublin. I was in Belfast but told I can travel up only takes about hour. We were both about 25 at the time so up I went one afternoon found his house easily and knocked on door he opened it Naked took he in and almost straight away took out Glass pipe I never really had done any hard drugs but a couple shotguns and I was up for anything asked me if I would fuck raw which I always love doing then asked if I would do him live on Internet Cam4 of course been so high I was game had him on bed and only lasted about 5 mins before breeding him then held up his legs and rimmed my load out of his ass and feed it to him then we started to suck each other could feel him hold my head and seconds later I felt him start to fill my mouth with his chem piss within seconds I was hooked lots more to come
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Who here likes piss up the ass? Nothing hotter than the feel of a hard cock in your ass and the warm fill of his piss.
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I've read topics and comments about how some guys don't like wasting piss by letting it flow from there mouth. Being a pup, piss is very important to me. I do enjoy drinking and getting piss fucked, but if a guy pissed on me, I take that as a sign of ownership. And the thought of being marked is just as exciting as drinking piss.
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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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Why do guys indicate they are into ws and you find out not really.
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Why do guys indicate they are into ws and you find out not really. I have some feeders but looking for a avid feeder who likes you to swallow, who like piss fucks and will drop chempiss loads are often difficult to find. Need feeder tops who are into above and other fetishes. Was trained at 29 to be a excellent urinal when ordered. Often recycled my own piss as told. Looking for a Dom feeder for fun and getting wet, sloppy and slutty. This sub likes to serve and submit.
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anyone else in Chicago into cum, spit, and piss?
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As a present to myself I recently set up a three hour session at my home. This guy is furry all over, well-muscled, and has a huge pierced cock. We started with me swallowing his piss, which then led to me trying to suck his cock. I've sucked hundreds of cocks, but his was the thickest ever. Not the longest, although it is long, but definitely the thickest. I could only get half way down it. Then he got in the rim chair as I propped my head up with a pillow to really get my face in his ass. I've never gotten my tongue so far up someone's ass. I usually get tired from eating ass, but not this time. Then he stood up and said it was time to fuck me. He was very patient. I suppose if I'd ever been fisted it would have been easier for him, but he eventually got balls deep inside me. He fucked me for a while, then decided we should take a break. We adjourned to my bedroom for more of my inadequate cocksucking, and I got to give him a massage. Literally fur all over his body. He had me lick out his ripe pits, then I ate his ass some more until he decided we needed to fuck again. This time he got inside me with a little more ease and eventually came up inside me. He then got back in the rim chair and I jerked off as I ate his beautiful shit hole again. It doesn't sound like all that would take three hours, but there was plenty of miscellaneous play thrown in, and some of the things that I can describe in a single sentence took half an hour. This was five days ago, and for a while I wondered if my asshole would ever stop gaping. It's back to normal now, my new normal. I don't think I'll have to worry about men saying that my asshole is too tight anymore. I'm intending to get together with him again (and again!).
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Hey guys - here's a new story, but it is based on and a continuation of the story "Best Brothers." You don't need to have read Best Brothers to start this one, but it's a great flow! Here's the link to Best Brothers: This story is with special thanks to @BBSwimmerBoy for being such a hot, slutty, sleazy skank and dream brother. One of the main characters is based on you, bro! Enjoy guys! A YOUNG LUST OR FIRST LOVE? Braden wrapped his hand around his hard, throbbing eight-and-a-half inch cut cock, stroking steadily as he closed his eyes and thought back to last weekend. His dick stirred every time he let his mind wander back to being at that club with his brother. How freeing it was to share that night with him, even if he didn’t share all the events of the night. Finally letting his brother see his true self as he was eagerly fucked over and over – all of them using him and needing to cum inside him. Braden never forgetting the smile he saw on his brother’s face when he took the first load of the night. Braden hadn’t had sex in the four days since that beautiful night out. Remembering back to Jonny and Marc. Then remembering when he found his older brother, Ryan, in that dark corner of the bar, both of them in their jock and harness with asses dripping cum. When Ryan slid inside him and fucked his final load of the night into his little brother, it was almost as if… Braden’s dick throbbed, his balls tightened, his mouth opened as he let out a soft moan and his cock exploded. Cum shot all over his smooth teen abs, chest and face. KNOCK ON THE DOOR “Sweetie, you ready to go? You don’t want to miss your flight!” “Yeah mom, I’ll be right out!” Braden stood up, going his bathroom to clean up. He put on a pair of baby blue and pink Pump briefs, tight jeans and a tailored, tight-fitting T-shirt. Washed a bit of cum from his shaggy brown hair and quickly styled it. Grabbed his bags and went down-stairs to meet his mother. As they got into his mom’s Range Rover, Braden thanked her for taking him to the airport since his brother Ryan had to go on a last-minute work trip. Everyone thought Braden was a perfect kid. Eighteen-years old and heading off to UCLA in the fall, he was a preppy, polite swimmer jock with a 4.0 GPA going to college in LA on a scholarship that he didn’t need. He’s been out to everyone since he was 15 and made his parents proud – they constantly bragged about him to all their liberal, elite friends in the Bay area. They did the same with their eldest gay son, Ryan. Both of them were popular, but not interested in the high school drama, having just as many nerd friends as those who were jocks. Ryan played soccer and Braden swam. Braden swam a lot and his lean muscled build and deep blue eyes made it easy for him to have sex. He always knew he was gay, but not being feminine meant the girls still wanted him, a lot. He was always polite when letting them down. Braden’s extreme sex drive was genetically inherited, just like that of his brother. He jerked off every morning, occasionally at school during lunch, and could spend hours edging at night. If he hooked up, it would amp him up, making him even hornier. Even if he came, which wasn’t always the case, he would usually jack off again a couple hours later. Braden kissed his mother goodbye at the airport and caught his flight to Chicago. It was the end of June and he was taking a special trip for a pre-collegiate swim meet. It would be two days of competition for swimmers and divers from colleges all around the country, a handful of Ivy Leagues, some of the Big Ten and Braden easily qualified to go. Northwestern University was hosting. Braden was excited to compete and get to know a couple other incoming freshmen, but what he was really excited about was that after the competition was over on Friday afternoon, it would be Pride in Chicago. He figured everyone would head home that Saturday, but Braden booked a hotel in Boys Town for Saturday and Sunday night. He had met his roommate for the stay Wednesday through Friday night, and he was OK but decidedly straight and a drip. Very little chance Braden would get the room to himself and even less of a chance that his roomie for the trip would go out to the party that Friday night. Apparently, it was traditional for one of the fraternities to host a party the night after the competition finished. Drunken frat boys and incoming freshmen figuring out how they would fit into the college jock tribe. Braden was somewhat excited to go, but what he really couldn’t wait for was Saturday when he could ditch his teammates and explore Boystown. He’d heard it gets pretty wild, especially at the Steamworks bathhouse! The pool was packed. A co-ed event of swimmers and divers made the pool and the two locker rooms very crowded. And it was a hot summer week, so everyone would wear their suits under gym shorts and walk back to the dorms wet, many of them shirtless. Everyone was fit, cocky, and rowdy. Braden’s gaydar was not very well refined, although it was going off quite a bit, along with Grindr and Sniffies. In person, though, he just wasn’t yet confident in mixed settings. He had plenty of sexual experience, with teammates from high school and online hook ups, but he was not versed in navigating new jocks he didn’t know. One guy really caught his eye A. blond-haired, blue-eyed, smooth, high energy and popular swimmer. His name was Nic and he swam the butterfly like a Greek god. Standing about 6 feet tall, the same height as Braden, he had a smile that arrested everyone, and made Braden feel nervous and insecure for the first time in a long time. ***FROM BRADEN*** I grab one of the open showers for a quick rinse. The water cascading over my smooth body and tight fitting speedo combined with the endless sea of horny wet guys in speedos made my dick start to stir. Fuck, I don’t want to bone up here, not really. Every showerhead was running hot water and it was intensely steamy. This locker room had to be designed for maybe a quarter of the guys who were in here right now. I grab my towel and walk over to the sink to dry off. When I pull the towel off my head and open my eyes, there was Nic standing right next to me, drying himself. We both smile at each other. Nic – Fucking crowded in here, isn’t it! Me – I know. It’s crazy. But I can’t complain. Nic – Haha, neither can I. Fuck, is he checking me out. I run my eyes up and down his body. I’m at a loss for words. Nic – You swam really well today. Me – Thanks man, you too. Your fly is pretty fuckin’ incredible. OK, now he’s totally checking me out hard. And he is so hot. Our eyes keep darting back and forth from each other’s bulges and abs to our faces. I adjust my suit a little, just enough to move my semi-hard cock around. Nic gives me a smirk – subtle, but I got it. Nic – Thanks man. Yeah, it is one of my favorite strokes. Me – Yah, gives you killer abs, too. We both laugh a little. He turns to me and sticks his hand out. Nic – My name’s Nic. Me – Hey… I’m Braden. Um…where do you live? We shake hands for a little too long before we let them go. I turn and press my ass to the sink counter and watch Nic finish drying off. Nic – New York. Manhattan. But I’m going to school this fall in Boston. You? Me – Oh cool man. I’m from San Fran, but I’m going to UCLA this fall. Nic grabs his t-shirt and puts it on, although he’s not quite dry. Nic – Oh that’s awesome Man. LA is so much fun. I wish I was going somewhere warm like that. Me – Ah, ha, yeah. Well you can always transfer. What a stupid thing to say. Braden, pull yourself together, I think. Nic laughs just a little, endearingly. Nic – Yeah, maybe. Ya never know. Hey, are you going to the party tonight? I nod as Nic pulls on his running shorts and grabs his stuff. Me – Yeah, I was planning on it. Are you? Nic – Sweet. I’ll see you there. Should be fun. Me – Yeah, cool. I’ll be there. Nic – Cute speedo, Braden. See you tonight. I blush, turning red as I watch Nic walks away. Fuck he is so damn hot. I wanted to grab his dick so bad, right here. I swear, if he wanted to fuck me in front of everyone in this locker room right now, I would gladly take his cock and beg him for it. I grab my shorts and slip them on, grab my shirt and phone and head to the pool deck to find my roommate. As I wait for him, I open Sniffies on my phone. Now that the meet is over, I NEED to get fucked. God I hope one of these guys doesn’t flake. I think back to Nic for a second; I bet he’s on here. Maybe I can find him. Good thing I don’t have too much on my profile. I have a few messages, all just “hi” or “hey.” I shoot back a “looking?” and message a few guys. One twink with a very limited profile and a pic in a speedo really looked like Nic. Might be him. Not much in his profile, though, just a hot pic and a line, “18-year old swimmer looking for fun.” I get distracted by a message from a guy that I hit up yesterday. He’s 31, 6’ 4”, 170 pounds, gay, top. Top – Damn you look hot. If you can get over here soon, we can fuck before I go out tonight. I need to unload so I don’t lose my mind at the club. I look at his location. Nice, he’s not too far. His cock looks amazing. Me – Yeah man, let’s do it. I can be there in an hour. Cool? My roomie, Chris, walks over. He’s such a bore. Good thing he’s nice to look at. We walk back to the dorm. A few of the other guys are getting ready for dinner and Chris is going. I begged off so I could get away for a few hours before the party. Plus I did not want to get ready with Chris around. They head out and I jump in the shower. By the time I’m done, they had gone. I put on a spray of cologne. Grab my red PUMP jockstrap. Tight, low-rise skinny jeans, belt, and a white textured shirt, tight and short cut, going barely going down to my belt. Uber ordered. Grab my bottle of poppers and head out. It’s about a 20-minute ride. Me – I’m on my way. Be there in 20. Top – good. Top – a friend of mine came over early. So he’s here but he’s cool and can leave us alone. Me – oh kinky! The uber stops and I get out at a decent looking apartment building. Door buzzes and I head up. Knock on the door. Top opens and I step in. He’s shirtless in jean shorts. From his body, I figure it’s the same guy but can never be sure, really. Top – Hey man, come in. I’m Tony. That’s Brandon. I look over at a beautiful black man, probably the same age. Built, chillin’ with a beer and a joint. Me – Hey guys. I’m Braden. Top just kinda leans in and kisses me. I respond, pressing into him and kissing back. I run my hand down his abs and grab at his dick through his shorts. He lifts my shirt up and breaks our kiss. I help him out, pulling my shirt up. Top – Fuck yeah, you are a hot little slut aren’t you! Me – Thanks man. You’re hot as hell. You both are. He tosses my shirt on the table. I undo my jeans and open them, sliding them down so I’m only wearing my jock. I grab Top’s dick again, pushing his shorts down and fishing his cock out of his briefs. I drop right to my knees and wrap my lips around his growing cock. Nice big cut fat meat. Brandon stands up and walks over to Top. Brandon – Hey man, we don’t got a lot of time. The others are gonna be here in less than an hour and you still gotta get ready. I bob up n down on this beautiful cock, tasting precum now. I look up at them, listening… Top – well then we better not waste time. He steps away, his cock popping out of my mouth. I stand up and follow him. He bends me over the couch and spreads my ass cheeks. He pushes his mouth and tongue right in, eating out my smooth ass. I moan out, groaning as he works my hole, pushing in and opening me up. I look over at Brandon and smile at him. Nodding. Brandon drops his shorts and pulls out his big black cock, stroking it hard. I open my mouth as he slaps it across my face. I moan and open again. His dick goes right in, pushing down my throat. It tastes so fucking good! I work my tongue along his cock and relax my throat as he pushes in and tries to gag me. I hear Top behind me. Top – Yeah you little slut. Suck that dick. You love cock, don’t ya fag! I just moan, nodding as I sucked off Brandon. I can hear Top fussing around. Then I feel his lubed up fingers press into my ass. Fuck yessss… ‘I hope he wasn’t fussing around with a condom,’ I think to myself. Then I feel his cock press on my hole. I relax, opening my ass to him. Fuck yessss I need this so bad! As his cock pushes into me balls deep, I moan out. Brandon stands up and goes into the kitchen. Me – Ohhh fuck yes, fuck my ass please! Your cock feels amazing. God yes, I’ve needed this so badly! I reach back and feel his bare cock going in and out of me. Top – Yeah Braden, you fuckin slut. You like having my bare cock in you? Me – Fuck yeah, mmmm I love your raw dick fucking my hole so much! I grab the pillow and brace myself as he fucks in and out of me harder. I hear Brandon in the kitchen talking to someone, but I can’t make it out. Top keeps sliding his cock in and out of me. His hands on my hips, slamming hard into me with every thrust. I look up as two new guys walk in and watch. They are chatting and drinking while Top fucks me. I moan so loud as he speeds up. Top – Hell yeah you fucking slut, oh fuck you’re getting me close. God I want to cum in you. You want it bitch? Me – Oh fuck yeah, cum in my ass man. Go ahead. Breed me! Top – Are you sure man? Me – Oh fuck yah, do it. I fuckin’ love it. Brandon – Fuck that’s good, cause I think a few of us will want to have a go at you. Top stiffens, pumping into me, then holds and moans out. His cock spewing cum into me. Me – Ohhhh fuck yeah, breed me man. Let me get all of you ready for your night out. I’ll milk the loads from all of you. Top pulls out and brings his cock around to my face. I quickly and eagerly take his slimy dick into my mouth to suck him clean, moaning as Brandon presses his cock into my hole. I groan out with pleasure as he grabs my hips and starts to speed up quickly, going in hard on my ass. My god it feels so fucking good! A new guy comes over, already stroking his cock as he talks with the other guy. Brandon feels incredible as he speeds up and slaps my ass. I keep sucking on Top. Brandon grabs my hair, jerking my head back. He yells at me, Brandon – Fuck yeah faggot, take my load you fucking slut! Me – Fuck yeah, I moan as he spits in my face and slams into me, unloading balls deep into my hole. While I’m sucking Brandon clean, one of the other guys gets behind me and pushes his cock in. He fucks me, rather plainly and then cums in me. Not immediately, but after a good bit of fucking. Then the fourth guy gets in. He takes his time, long-dicking my ass. I lose track of time taking the last load. We go at it for a while, in a couple positions. He gets off in me while I ride him. Milking his dick, he thrusts up into me and shoots deep inside. The feeling is perfection. There are a few other people in the apartment by now. A couple were girls. Top comes over and asks if I want to hang out with them for the night. Tempting, but I tell him I have another party to go to. As I slid off the guy I was just riding, I take a minute to gather my composure. Top disappears, but Brandon showed me to the bathroom. I clean up as best I can, but I have four loads in me. Fuck. I hope they don’t leak out. I pull my jeans on and wash my face. I go out and Brandon shows me to the door. It’s 10:15, so much later than I thought. I call an Uber to go right to the party. I kinda figured I would probably wind up wearing this to the party. Oh well.
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A couple years ago I loved cocaine,. Infact the first time I had gay sex I was whacked out on cocaine. It happened when I walked into a local bar. It was a known drug bar . Heroin, cocaine, meth, you name it. So anyway I was sitting at the bar getting pretty fucked up . Right away a gay Spanish guy asked if I wanted to do a line, I didn't know he was gay at the time, so I followed him into the men's bathroom. He asked me if I was gay and I said no. I forget what else we talked about, but he chopped out some lines. When I went to do my line he asked if he could feel my cock and I said yes, without hesitation. I remember getting hard before his hand touched my cock. He only rubbed my cock for a few seconds until he started to suck my cock. I remember fucking his mouth. He asked if I wanted to leave and so we did. We got to a dark alley and he started sucking my cock again. This time I told him to let me suck his cock and he pulled his cock out, it was a beautiful uncut 8 inch cock. I only sucked his cock for 5 minutes at the most and he said swallow it. Then he shot his load in my throat. It tasted so good, I loved how it tasted and felt , sweet and warm. It was a big load too. After he came I told him I wanted to get fucked by him, so we went to his car and I played with my cock until we got to his apartment. We got to his room and both of us stripped naked doing 69 he licked my ass and gave me a great time job. He said he didn't have condoms, but I didn't care I told him I still wanted to get fucked. He soaked my ass in lube and had to fight to get his cock in me, but eventually he got it in and got balls deep in my hole. We kissed as he fucked me , that got me real horny and I told him to fuck me from behind. He flipped me over and pounded my ass, it kinda hurt, but I was pretty coked up which pretty much turns me into a whore for cock. He started fucking me really hard and fast I told him to cum in me and he said he was going to cum , he shot his load deep in my ass. He pulled out and I suck the cum and anal juice off his cock. And that's how I became aware that I love cock.
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I mid-thirties, a scruffy blond who likes swimming and running mixed in with occasional weights. This means I’m 5”11 and fit. I’ve clipped my chest hair and have pierced tits. I’ve a good sized cock, 8” with a bolt through the head and a piercing behind the glans; shaved balls but I’ve kept my tight hole covered by a good growth of blond arse hair. I’m more of a bottom boy and pretty slutty with the right guy or guys. Sometimes I do like to fuck. I’ve been in a relationship with my black partner for 20 years and we play together or solo. As you can imagine as a black guy he is hung like a horse and ripped. He also knows how to fuck me. A quick spit, a quick lick then deep and raw. Splitting my cunt open. He never takes no for an answer. Ever. He wants me, he takes me. I swim every day, twice a day. Morning and evening. The gym is a short walk from our house; and shorter if I walk through the local housing estate. It’s not rough but I’m still careful. Swimming first thing or last thing means I have the pool to myself. I do a minimum of 75 lengths each session and wear classic speedos to avoid drag. That’s what I tell people but to be honest I love wearing speedos. Usually, I’m the only person there at night but recently I’ve been joined by a guy. And I admit he’s hot, in that straight kind of way. I don’t have a type but usually I got for beefy hairy daddies who can teach me a thing or two as “Daddy” or fit muscle guys who can throw me around and treat me like a whore. And they need to be hung and engine-powered fuck machines. I’m a size queen and proud of it. 8” minimum otherwise I’m not interested. Bigger is better. If I’m honest I like to gag on a cock til I retch and then be hard fucked, bred and pissed on. Me and my husband are both on prep and he likes nothing better than fucking my cummy hole. Not really into rimming. I just want cock deep in my cunt. Yeah, I love that word. And “breed”. And as I mentioned, I like piss. Always surprised me how many guys say they’re into it but when it comes down to it, hosing me down and making me drink it, they become prissy shits. Basically, I’m a preppy guy hiding a dirty fucker deep inside my cummy cunt. Lol. If I fuck, then I go for tight arsed twinks with smooth cunts. And hopefully who have never take a double pierced cock or taken it raw. Always raw. Corruption is fun. Makes my cock drip and my cunt clench. So this guy. Not my type at all but I’m intrigued. He’s about 5”9’, dark haired and tattooed. And I mean completely inked from head to toe. When I first spotted him I couldn’t tell exactly what they were but over the past few weeks I’ve seen him closer up - in the changing room or by the side of the pool. A massive two headed dragon is inked across his chest and the tail wraps around his waist to join up to a picture of the tree across his back. There are lots of smaller tattoos on the tree but I can’t make out what they are. His arms are covered in vine leaves or something and his legs in what seem to be lots of individual symbols. He also has pierced tits which I always think is unusual in a guy so young. I reckon he’s about 25. 27 tops. Body wise he is definitely a swimmer. He’s lean and muscular. But he’s definitely straight. He wears baggy swim shorts but I reckon from what swings around inside that his cock isn’t too bad. He always arrives after me, does about 50 lengths and is gone before I leave the pool. Once or twice I’ve seen him in the changing room. But he’s never been naked. Always dressed in at least his boxers. He nods or says “Hey” but that’s it. He’s not my type. Not a daddy, not a muscle stud and not a twink. That suits me fine. Or I should say ‘suited’ me fine until the other night. It was a Tuesday. I arrived slightly later than expected because I had worked late to clear my desk. The guy at the counter nodded me through and as ever there were one or two guys working out. It’s an old gym. Used to be a gentleman’s club or something so there are two changing rooms - one for the gym; and a smaller one next to the swimming pool which is in the basement. I always use the smaller room, it’s closer to the pool and it’s quieter. Also, if I’m honest the smell of sweat gives me an instant hard on. Not really always appropriate in a gym. So I headed downstairs and pushed the door open. There are two rows of lockers and they look straight into the shower cubicles. I stopped dead in my tracks. There, under a spray of water was the guy. First let me say that he was much fitter than I thought. His muscles ripples under his inked skin as the water cascaded down his body. He eyes were closed and his mouth open. And instantly the reason why was really clear. Both his hands were wrapped around a monster of a cock. It was at least 10” and thicker than my arm. And sporting a massive ring through the head of his cock. I was transfixed as I watched him jack his massive piece of meat. I watched as he beat his dong and then as he turned and sprayed a fountain of cum against the wall. Slapping his cock to empty that thick tube of every drop. I suddenly realised I had to beat a retreat and before he noticed me I was out of the door and heading out. Needless to say my cock was rigid. And my moth dry. Swimming was out of the question.
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"Piss Me, Daddy..."
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
My Playroom—February, 2022 It was Tuesday. Not a day I am often looking for sex. But I got an early morning text from my college piss boy. He was horny. Super horny. He needed to drink my piss. I was surprised and pleased. He has always been a last minute kind of trick—and I like to plan. And tank up. He asked to come late afternoon/early evening. I said yes. We chatted a little more throughout the morning. (He was either at work or class, I don’t remember.) He asked me to start saving my piss. I found an old thermos. I preheated it with boiling water…then began pissing into as I hydrated, waiting for his arrival. He was a shade later than we’d said—but all was good. He came in like a whirlwind out of the cold. Down we went to the playroom… The tall, thin boy strips and tosses his clothing into the chair by the television. “I couldn’t find all my slutty clothes.” He has a lacy crop top under his shirt. And that’s all. His cock is in a cage. “I need your piss, Daddy. And to suck that big daddy dick…” He kneels on the padded part of the floor, right at the end of the fuck bench. I have stripped, too, down to my jock. I take a moment to sit on the bed so I can put my boots back on. I slowly lace them up. Making him wait. And squirm. “Daddy….please….” I stand up. My cock is stretching the pouch of my jock obscenely. I bring it over to his mouth. He inhales. Deeply. And begins to lick at the balls not quite contained in the jock. I finally pull out just my testicles. Making him wait for the main course. He licks and sucks on my hairy nuts. Moaning. Cooing. Constantly slathering them with his spit. My cock emerges. He takes me deep in his throat before he even licks the head. Down to the root. Over and over. Only then does he pull off and start licking the head. And the piss slit—constantly working his tongue in there for a drop of juice. He wants anything my cock can give him. “Do you have piss for me, Daddy?” I take my dick out of his mouth and grab the back of his head—pulling him into my ball sack that he has left so wet. I don’t touch my shaft. I think hard about pissing…and in a moment, I can. I pull back from him with “Open your mouth.” The piss is delivered in a perfect arc into wide, baby bird at feeding time, mouth. He gurgles his pleasure as he swallows it down. It’s not a lot. As the stream loses strength, I get my pissing cock into his mouth. Directly down his throat. He waits until the stream stops—and then begins sucking my dick in earnest. “Get up on the bench. I want to taste your ass.” He crawls up. Getting in place. PIC 1 I kneel and tongue the youngest hole in my stable of men. He opens easily. Someday I will fuck him—but I know it’s not tonight. I revel in the feel of his hairless, soft ass. My bladder tells me I have more piss. I rear up and shower his ass crack. “Piss me, Daddy.” I watch the nearly clear liquid run down his crack. The moment I stop I am back on my knees, cleaning up his hole. Eventually I stand up. I fuck his ass crack, pumping my dick up and down along his crack. It coats itself with the piss I’ve missed. I take it to his hungry mouth. He cleans me up—catching sight of himself doing it in the big mirror there. He loves the look of his sissy self with my monster contorting the shape of his mouth. I go back to his butt. I piss some more on his crack and wet fuck the channel—telling him how someday I’ll be inside of him. I bring him my super wet cock to clean. “I really want you in my pussy, Daddy. Someday.” And he gulps me down, savoring the piss on my cock… * We’ve moved to the sling. Ass eating and piss. And a little head—though it’s never a great position with him craning his head down and around to get to me. I spend some time playing with his cramped dick in the cage. I make his cock strain against the sides of the cage. I piss on it. He groans as the hot liquid drips down from his mound of useless cock and over his balls and then his ass cheeks. I kneel and lick up my piss. I stand back up. My cock is lightly greased. I fuck his wet balls. This makes him pant. His eyes are on the mirror above him as he watches me toy with his hairless orbs. “Up. My turn in the sling.” We change over. I lie back, my boots on the chains. “Now lick my balls as I jerk.” “Yes, Daddy.” “Do you remember? Try to get to my sweet spot—between my cock ring and my sack…” He gets busy. I stroke. Zeroing in on how good his tongue feels. He finds my spot and makes my cock drip. I lightly coat my cock head with the extra precum for him to lick off. He does, deftly, before going back to my spot—hoping to make me drool out some more. “It’s getting late, Daddy—can you give me your cum?” I tell him I want him on the bed for that. Once I’m out of the sling, I lie down on the cool top sheet. My entire body is reflected in the mirror running along the side of the bed. My legs splay open. “Suck my dick, boy…” He does. I close my eyes. I think about his ass. His tight hole. Why it is off limits. How good it tastes. How I love to piss his butt. How I would love to fuck him. Breed him. I have an image of my cock pulling out and a single drop of cum dripping from his hairless ass—and I’m there. I shoot into his mouth. Volley after volley. We lie there for a long moment. Curled up together. Then he gets up and starts dressing. “Daddy—the Thermos. We didn’t use it.” I give it to him. He undoes the stopper and takes a long, satisfied swig. One for the road… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: “Piss me, Daddy...” (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) March 28,2022 -
Hey guys, retired dad here who likes rough trade types and dad/son group party and play. This story is me living my fantasy, with other rough trade dads corrupting, teaching and converting boys into our play stable. I’ll be startled it soon…
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North of Me—March, 2022 Ross, of the amazing rosebud, and I had another round at his house. I drove up with the sling. I set it up next to his bed as he prepped our dinner for afterwards... “Kneel.” He does. .On the tarp at the business end of the sling. Right in front of me. His knees touch the toes of my boots. Ross is naked—tall and lean. He gives a tiny shiver as I buckle the leather restraint on his right wrist. I repeat the process on his left. At my directive, he sits on my bed to allow me to do the ankle restraints. “Now on your knees and get me hard.” My jock is already bulging. It will not be a hard task. His tongue zeros in on the edge of the pouch where he can lick my tightly held nuts. He moves on to pulling the pouch away—and deepthroating my cock. Easily. And with hunger. He moans and comes back up for air before doing it again. And back up, now gasping for air. This time, I grab the sides of his head and hold it still. I fuck his face. Hard. Until he’s breathless. I tell him I want more—but I want to fuck his face as his head hangs over the bed. Ross scrambles up onto the bed and rolls onto his back. His head hangs down—his mouth at the perfect level to fuck straight down his throat. Before I do, I straddle his face. I lower my balls into his mouth. He licks every inch he can reach of the hairy sack. I take half a step forward. I do slight squat and tell him to lick my ass. He whimpers softly as his tongue darts around my tight pucker. Over and over—and only then do I give him what we both really want—a hard throat fucking. I pause. I clip the Hog Tie clips to the four restraints. It pulls his arms and legs together. I press down to make him immobile and fuck his throat again. As I pull out, I get some deep throat spittle. I wind it around my fingers, reach over him and shove it into his ass. I unclip him so he can turn to present his ass to me on the edge of the bed. “Legs up.” He complies and I fasten his four extremities to the clips. I press down—and it rolls his ass up. My cock rests on his ass lips. I drool a big glop of spit onto my cock before I push into him. It’s a hard fuck. Fast and furious. His ass flowers open. Ross is groaning. Telling me to fuck him as hard as I can. I push down on the Hog Tie to change the angle of the fuck. He takes it in his stride. I slow down and push again. It rolls him to his side. He is in a fetal position with the restraints. I love the new angle and continue to drill into him. I pause long enough to add the egg headed dildo. My cock joins it. He is so tight now. Ross pants his pleasure as I fuck into his toy-tightened hole… * Ross is in the sling. I have fucked him repeatedly. I pull out one more time. I piss over his now puffy ass lips. The piss clings to them, inviting me to kneel and clean them up with my tongue. Fuck, I love rimming him after I have fucked him so much. I love the taste of myself—and all the ass lube he has manufactured to protect himself from my onslaught. I stay for a long time, my face buried in his hole. I warm the speculum by breathing on it, add lube and slide it in. I crank slowly. My finger wanders over his prostrate repeatedly. When it is wide enough, my cock goes in, too. I fuck, moving my long cock past the ends of the medical device. “I brought the bigger one,” I tell him. “I’m not sure I have ever used it.” The blades are maybe half an inch longer and half an inch wider. If anyone of my men can take it, it is certainly Ross. He does so, easily---and loves the stretch. I repeat the process of slowly opening it and then, when wide enough, fucking him with it in place. When his ass is empty again, I grease up the Ass Grommet and slip it over the length of my cock until the head of my dick emerges. It gives my cock a huge circumference…but not too much for Ross. I push in—and he pushes out, taking me to the root. I fuck him with it on me. Then I hold the edges of the grommet in place. I pull myself out, leaving the toy inside him. His hole gapes. I kneel and spit into him. I take a drink of water—and spit that into him through the grommet. I swallow the next sip of water—and it kicks in my bladder again. I stand up and aim at the grommet which is holding his ass open. A long stream of piss hits his balls. I direct it downward. It splashes into the grommet, sluicing into his ass. Ross groans. I fuck into the toy—still spraying the last of the piss. I fuck his piss drenched ass. It is hot and wet. When I pull out, the toy comes with me, on my dick. I kneel and eat his pissed out hole as Ross mumbles encouragement… * It’s time for fist. My greased left slides into him with ease. I do it again—and add my cock. My hard dick goes into his butt, down my wrist and fucks into my palm deep inside him. I can’t get enough of the feel of it all. I fuck him for quite a while this way. Then I add my dick in with my right hand in him. It doesn’t feel as good, so I go back to my left. When I tire of that, I keep my hand in him and add the egg-headed dildo. I like the big head of the toy pushing through my fingers deep inside him. “Have you ever tried adding your dick to that?” I haven’t. But I do. I pull the embedded toy up slightly and there looks like there might be room for my cock. I try. Success. It’s snug and warm and a great stretch. Neither of us can hold it for long—but we both love how it feels. I re-grease my hands. I alternate them inside Ross. Close to a true punch fisting session. “Do a double. Please…” I leave my left inside. My right fingers push into him. A slight push—and I have both hands inside him. Now he wants nothing else. I reverse it—but it is easier for some reason with the left in place and adding the right. It surprises me each time the second hand disappears inside him. Finally: “I think my hole is done. But I can still take your cum.” I nod. I know how to get there—I just need to stick my tongue in his used, sloppy hole. My erection, which recedes as I concentrate on fist, springs back to life. I keep my face buried there. I stand. I fuck. Ross hands me his poppers. I do a tiny hit. I explode—coating his used hole with my cum. I hang onto the sling frame, letting myself recover. I go to my knees. His cum drenched rose bud begins to push into my mouth… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: FelchingPisser: I Live Up to My Name with Ross April 15, 2022
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This is part 1 of a new series. The first part contains no sex and is a setup for more to come. I promise that the lack of sex in this part will be heavily compensated for in parts to come. For now, enjoy reading 🙂 -- Part 1 Growing up, it was just my dad (Baxter Sloan), me (Joseph Sloan) and my older brother (Samuel Sloan). Mom left soon after I was born to marry some rich guy who loved her but didn't want the add-on baggage of 2 kids. So, the responsibility to raise me and my brother fell on my dad, who did the best he could to provide for us. My dad was only 21 when Sam was born and being a young single dad, he was a very involved parent. From a young age, I was an exemplary student. By the time I was 12, I was already in high school and graduated at 15 as a valedictorian. I started college soon after and graduated at 19 with a degree in software engineering with minors in business and statistics. While in my senior year, I started working on a project which became a business when I graduated. After expanding my business over the next few years, I finally sold it when I was 25 for a 9 figure number. Needless to say, I was set for life at this point. But after selling my company, I started experiencing a slump. Success, while wonderful, can also lead you to wonder if there's more than just money and power. Don't get me wrong, it's great to have both but having tasted both, I needed more. In some ways, I was experiencing a pre-midlife crisis at 25 which led me to make the decision that would change everything. I decided to head home to see my family whom I hadn't seen in over 5 years. -- When I left for college, I'd make it a point to come home twice a year to visit dad and Sam. In my senior year, the workload from school and my project prevented me from traveling home and after graduation, the singular focus to make my business work made me ignore my family. We'd still talk but I was distant and more engrossed with my work than listening to dad talk about small town life and his business. I figured as long as I sent nice gifts on Christmas, things would be all right. Before you judge me, you should know that I had a reason to be distant with my family. When I was 15 I came out to my dad who didn't take it very well. He didn't say anything much and kept his distance. I did it a few days before I left for junior year to avoid any awkwardness but his response to it really drove a wedge between us. My brother was cool with it, which was my only respite. Over the last 2 years I had spoken to dad twice and Sam a couple of times, so things weren't exactly very familial between us. Going home after all this time was going to be awkward but I needed to do this. I had nothing going on for me and I figured being home for sometime would give me perspective on my next steps and it'd be nice to go back to my hometown after over a decade away. -- When my flight landed at the airport, I wasn't expecting Sam to be there waiting for me. A little background on Sam- I had last seen him 5 years ago. At the time he was a lean toned guy, working in my dad's plumbing business and looking like every small-town dude who enjoyed the relaxed life and to whom the world at large started and ended within the confines of the town. He was smart too but he didn't put in the effort at school and was happy to start working for dad when he graduated. Not that dad was complaining. I think dad was happy to have one kid at home, even if he would never admit it. They were extremely similar too, which was why dad and Sam had a stronger bond than me and dad. The Sam standing in front of me outside the airport looked nothing like the Sam I remembered. This Sam was a beast. At 6'0, he was approximately 220 pounds of muscle. Wide chest, thick arms and legs, a thick neck and a buzzcut, gave him the appearance of someone you didn't want to fuck with. In just a t-shirt and shorts, both a size too tight for his frame, he was a walking wet dream. The second he saw me, he rushed over and gave me a giant bear hug. Almost lifting me off my feet, he pulled me in for a long hug while rubbing my back. When he finally let me go, his hand slipped down a little and grazed against my butt. "Holy fuck Sam, you look so different man," I exclaimed, finding it harder to not stare and drool at him. "Hahaha, yeah been a while you've seen me little bro. Looks good doesn't it," saying this, he flexed his left arm at me. I'm not sure how his sleeves didn't just rip off but they looked awfully close to, judging by the bulk of his bicep and tricep. Not wanting to stare and freak him out, I nudged him playfully and asked him where he was parked. In 10 minutes, we were on our way to the farm. The drive to our farm would take a little over 2 hours. Once we hit the road, we started catching up with each other. Sam asked me a lot of questions about my work and my life, revealing very little of his own. While we were chatting, I finally took a good look at my brother and started to observe some interesting things. At first glance, it wasn't obvious but through the confines of his shirt, I could make out his large nipples. I wasn't sure but they looked pierced, based on the tiny lumps on either side of each nipple. Tattoos filled every part of the exposed skin on his arms, leading up to his neck and sliding inwards towards his chest. A padlock chain on his collar with an actual lock, hung from his neck. Without being obvious, I took a sneak peek at his crotch and holy fuck, was that thing massively bulging. Whether this was natural or a sock stuffed in, it was hard to say but it sure was impressive. It was so weird how turned on I was by my big brother. I needed to keep it in check but his very presence was making it very difficult. "So how's dad? Has been a while since I last saw him?" I asked, changing the subject. I needed a distraction and this was the best and only way to do so. "Dad's great. He's so psyched to see you. Keeps telling everyone about you coming home." That made me feel guilty. All this time, I thought he wasn't particularly happy about me so to find out how happy he was to see me again did made me feel bad about ignoring him. "Hey, you okay dude?" my brother asked, observing the guilt on my face. "Yeah its fine. Just...never mind." An awkward silence followed us for the next hour of driving until we finally pulled up to our house. The house that I remembered from last time was not the house I came back to. For one thing, there was now an actual 7 feet wall surrounding the place with an electronic gate. The rusty beaten down path leading from the road to the house had been replaced with an actual functional driveway. The house itself had been freshly painted and possibly renovated, making it look actually nice and kinda classy (given the surroundings). "Whoa, what happened to the Sloan pad?" I asked in disbelief to a visibly grinning Sam. "A lot has changed Joe, you'll see for yourself," he remarked. While we were pulling out my stuff from the car, the front door opened and out walked my dad. If the changed Sam had been a surprise, my dad was a shock. 5 years ago, my dad was a lean 6'4 guy with a clean shaved face and a cap on his head at all times. The man in front of me looked nothing like the man I remembered. He had ballooned up to become a muscle daddy. His body was absolutely massive with everything as wide as it could be. He had a bit of a muscle gut but it suited him. What was more shocking was the way he was dressed up. Gone were the flannel shirts and denims. In front of me was a man wearing tight shorts and a sleeveless vest, with the front completely open. On his chest were 2 very visibly protruding nipple piercings that had caused them to puff out obscenely. My dad was an extremely hirsute guy (always has been) but I could make out some tattoos on his skin as well. "There's my boy," dad rumbled and practically jumped over to where I was standing. He grabbed me in a hug and lifted me off the ground, smashing our chests together. His grip was tight enough to cause my lean muscular body to be absorbed into his bulk, smushing every part of us together. I was impressed, given that I take after my dad and stand at 6'2, which he easily lifted like I was paper. While we were hugging, I could smell the strong smell of sweat, beer and smoke on him, making me a little horny. I had to fight every instinct to not get aroused in front of dad, but it wasn't easy. "Hey dad, long time no see," I said as he let me go and dropped me to the ground. Without responding, dad hugged me again, only this time he sniffled and shook a little. Watching my formerly emotionally steady father cry out of happiness was not what I was expecting. We stood there for half a minute until he composed himself and detached. "A'ight, lets get you in boy" dad said, grabbing one of my things and started to walk towards the house. Sam and I followed him inside, which had changed significantly since I had last seen it. Before, it looked like a bachelor pad with things lying around, packets of easy-made food on the kitchen counter and empty bottles in the corner. Now, it was completely clean with a leather couch in the center, nicely done wallpapers and actual furniture. "What happened here? You guys won a lottery or something?" I was in shock, how did dad and Sam manage all this with their small town plumbing business. My dad let out a big laugh and slapped my back. "All in good time son, for now wash up and come downstairs. We have things to discuss." His tone meant business and even though I was an almost 26 year old successful former business owner, I felt like a ten year old boy that had to do what dad said. Sam helped me carry my stuff upstairs to my old room and left me in there. Normally, I'd take my time to wash up. But dad had meant business when he told me to come downstairs and I had questions of my own. How was their life so different and how were they so different all of a sudden? It made no sense and I needed answers. --- An hour later, the 3 of us were downstairs in the living area drinking beer. Dad and Sam were on either side of the couch while I was sitting opposite them. Dad was worried I was in trouble which is why I had reached out to them. When I told him that wasn't the case and I was just here to figure out my next steps, he looked relieved. He asked me point blank how long was I intending to stay. Unsure of what he wanted to hear, I told them I'd be here for no more than 10 days. "Hell no boy. You come back after 5 years and all you give me is 10 lousy days. You ain't leaving before the months up," my dad laid down the law. By the serious expression on his face, I knew better than to counter. Truthfully, I was relieved. Part of me needed time to figure things out and having a month's time to do so would be perfect. The conversation moved on to other things before I ended up asking about the house and the renovations. On doing so, my dad and my brother shared a look before my dad said anything. "Son, there are things you need to know about us." I kept quiet, letting him continue whatever he needed to tell me. "But first, I wanted to say how sorry I am for how I was when ya told me you were gay." That was a big surprise, considering I never imagined him feeling any remorse. He continued, "you should know, it wasn't because you were gay. Couldn't care less about that. I was just surprised you know, by how brave you were. Braver than your old man could ever be." For the second time that day, I saw my dad cry. Before I could do anything, Sam slid next to him and pulled dad in for a hug. Dad grabbed Sam in his arms and broke down, while Sam gently held him and let him vent it out. If it wasn't my dad and my brother, I'd think they were lovers. It took my dad a few minutes to compose himself, before he sat back up, took a deep breath and stared right into my eyes. "Son, I'm gay too. And so is your brother."
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Blackmailed Benjamin “Yikes!” the disembodied voice said. “Are you okay, Ben?” “Wha-wha-what?” I stammered as my eyes began to slowly open. “Where am I?” A shadowy figure loomed overhead as massive drops of rain pelted me without remorse. I suddenly felt caked in something thick and I was terribly sore—my entire body began to ache while my ears rang. “I saw it all,” the voice said. “You hit that giant hole back there in the road. Didn’t you see it? Did you think it was just a puddle?” The figure leaned down towards me and finally came into focus. “Mr. Barnes?” I mumbled. “Wow. You really took a good tumble off your bike. I guess we should be grateful you landed in the muddy grass rather than falling left into traffic. How do you feel, Ben?” “A little sore and covered in gross mud from head to toe,” I replied. Mr. Barnes extended his hand and helped me to my feet. I felt him begin to pat me down and spin me like a top. “Well...good news is nothing looks broke...just a few scrapes and a bonked head. Bad news is that your bike isn’t looking too good. You bent the front rim and your chain is busted.” “Great,” I bemoaned looking at my bike as Mr. Barnes pulled it onto the grass near us. “Dad is gonna tan my hide something fierce when he gets home and sees this.” “Maybe not,” he interjected. “Come on, you’re soaked to the bone in rain and mud. Hop in the truck. I’ve got a towel we can put on the seat and I’ll toss your bike in the bed. I’m pretty sure I can give you David’s old wheel and chain off his mountain bike. It’s not like he needs it anymore since he’s away at college. I’d hate to see you get into trouble for something not your fault.” “I don’t know what to say,” I said completely shocked. Mr. Barnes drove slowly through the deluge. As we rounded the corner to our street, we passed my house and went another mile until we reached his. “Living in the country sure has its cons like poor road maintenance,” he said as we pulled into his gravel driveway. “But, it’s also nice being away from everyone sometimes. That’s why it’s always important for neighbors to help one anther; there’s so few of us our here.” We pulled under his oversize car port behind his cabin. The deafening clatter of the rain slamming against the roof of his truck finally ceased. My pounding headache was grateful for some auditory respite. We both hopped out and he grabbed my busted bike from the bed and dragged it into his garage turned workshop. I stood near him staring at my prized 18th birthday gift. “This looks new,” he said. “Birthday gift. I wasn’t about to get a car. I was lucky to get this I suppose. You know my parents. They are a little…” “Controlling, ultra-religious, prison wardens?” he interrupted with a smile. “Yeah...that pretty much sums them up. It definitely feels like a prison most of the time. I’m rarely able to be...” “Yourself?” Mr. Barnes interjected while putting his large hand on my back. He gave it a reassuring pat followed by a lingering touch. “I can spot that type a mile away. My folks were the same back when I was your age. I was glad to get the hell out from under their roof when I went to college. You’ve got that to look forward to at least.” I turned my gaze downwards to the dirty, concrete floor. “They don’t want me moving away...too much temptation for sin. I’m staying at home and biking the 6 miles to the community college this fall. Some days I secretly wish I had the ability to run away or even just get kidnapped, but who snatches an eighteen year old. I figure even that at its worst, being forcefully taken is better than living at home.” “Ooof,” he said giving me another pat on the back. Looking at his muddy hand, he added, “Look...you never know what can happen to change your life’s path. But for now, you’re covered in mud and drenched crown to heel. You can use my shower to get cleaned up. I’ll throw your clothes in for a nice wash and dry while I fix your bike. You’ll be able to go home clean as a whistle and with no one the wiser.” “Except for my raging headache.” “I’ve got something for that. Come on inside. Let’s get you fixed up.” I started to follow him through the door that led from his garage into his kitchen. “Woah woah woah!” he exclaimed. “Don’t be tracking all that water and mud through my house. Hold on.” He rummaged behind a pantry door and produced a large, garbage bag. “Here. Put everything in here.” I looked blankly at him for several moments. “My shirt and jeans?” I asked sheepishly despite knowing exactly what he expected. “No. Everything, silly. You’re filthy. Literally everything you have on is filthy and needs to be washed including you!” I was immediately embarrassed. I could feel my face burn bright red. This was...awkward...for a number of reasons. For one, I’ve never been naked in front of anyone since I was a baby! Secondly, I’ve known Mr. Barnes for as long as I can remember. My parents, by all accounts, loved him. He was a member of the family and was always invited over for holidays and summer pool parties. The problem is that ever since I was 14, I started having ummm weird feelings about him. Despite frequent admonishments that self-love was an egregious sin, I began to quietly masturbate at night thinking about him having his way with me. He was a bit overweight, in his early 50s, and always smelled of cherry cigar smoke which, for some reason, intoxicated me to no end. He was this big, grizzly bear of a man that exuded a presence of power whenever he was around. The number of times my young balls drained and spurted ropes of cum onto my belly while imagining him turning me into a total, cum dump is incalculable. I know a handful of fantasies even revolved around a situation like right now taking place. “I’m not trying to cool the outside, Ben,” he said with a smile. “Sorry,” I quickly blurted out while peeling off my t-shirt over my head and dropping it into the garbage bag he held out. I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, but pulling him down as soaked as they were was proving to be quite the chore. “Ah fuck,” I mumbled. “Here,” he said while dropping the bag. He took two steps forward, and I suddenly felt his hands inside the front, waist of my jeans. I could feel myself beginning to stir. “Oh god...oh fuck,” I said to myself. “No, no, no, no...don’t get hard.” But, the more I repeated that over and over silently, the more I could feel my cock struggling to get erect in my tight, wet clothes. “You push down on the back and shimmy all around while I take the front. Wet jeans are the worst.” “Oh goddammit…” my brain screamed. As I began to wiggle about, our combined efforts managed to work my jeans down to my ankles. I was afraid to even look down. I knew I was rock hard and that my tight, white briefs clung to my cock like it was vacuum sealed in cotton. “We didn’t think this through did we?” he half asked. “Shoulda done shoes and socks first,” he laughed. Standing on one foot and then the other, he deftly slipped off my dripping wet tennis shoes and ankle socks. A moment later, I had stepped out of my jeans. Only my tighty whities remained on me. “Okay,” looks like these are all that’s left to come off,” he said casually reaching for a piece of waistband right above my dick. He pulled it towards him completely exposing my hardon before letting go so that it snapped back against my skin with a thwap sound. I felt like I was about to fall over and die. Was this really happening? I didn’t even know if he was gay. Shit, I wasn’t even sure I was really gay! “Toss ‘em in,” he said grabbing the trash bag once again. “Don’t be shy. I’ll let you in on a secret. I see a naked guy in the mirror every morning...myself,” he said with a friendly smile. “Fine,” I thought. “I’m reading too much into this. My imagination is just that...pure imagination.” I slid my underwear off and tossed it into the bag. “Perfect! Now let’s get you something for that headache and then you can take a hot shower. That alone will do wonders for those aches from the fall. You really must start being more careful in your surroundings, Ben. Danger lurks in the most innocuous situations.” I followed him into his kitchen with my boyish hardon bouncing about wildly with every step. For as wrong as this should have felt, there was such a magical rush being freely naked in front of Mr. Barnes. Perhaps knowing that my parents would have murdered me for being like this made it all the more titillating. He opened a cupboard and pulled out an unlabeled, orange pill bottle. Handing me a pink pill, he poured a swig of whiskey into a glass that was on the counter. “I can’t possibly,” I protested. “My parents would kill me if I drank alcohol.” Mr. Barnes handed me the glass. “I promise not to tell. Besides, it’ll help the medicine get rid of that headache faster.” I liked the smell as I sniffed the glass. “Pill in mouth and one big swig of the nectar of the gods.” I placed the strange pill onto my tongue and poured the entire bit of whiskey into my mouth. I got it all down, but I started coughing like I had smoked my first cigarette. Mr. Barnes started laughing. “Not too bad for your first drink I suppose. Like with most things going in one’s mouth, it gets better with every taste. Shower is down the hall and last door on your left. I’ll get to work on these,” he said holding the bag of my soiled clothes up, “and to fixing the bike as well while you clean up. Everything you need should be in there.” “Thanks, Mr. Barnes. I’m sure lucky you were there to rescue me.” “I suppose you are. But please, Ben, Mr. Barnes is my asshole of a father,” he said smiling. “You can call me Sir.” I was taken back for a brief moment. “Go ahead...say it again but correctly this time.” I felt my cock suddenly twitch and my balls tighten. “I’m lucky you were there to rescue me. Thank you, Sir.” Mr. Barnes smiled. “That’s a good boy. You’re a quick learner aren’t you? Now, off to the shower with you.” I didn’t even bother to shut the bathroom door. There didn’t really seem to be a point in doing it when Mr. Barnes had already seen me completely naked, and secretly, perhaps I wanted him to possibly watch me. He had an impressive walk-in shower that could easily fit several people. Nozzles and knobs everywhere, I started twisting and pulling until hot water started falling from above and spraying me from my sides. Somehow, I had managed to turn on some pulsating function with the nozzles on the shower’s side. The rhythmic pulsing and staccato stings of the water were surprisingly pleasurable. Their fleeting bits of induced pain even felt good on my cock and balls. I was doubly enticed when I bent over and pulled my cheeks apart and the pulses lapped at my delicate pucker. In fact, I couldn’t resist temptation. With a hand planted on the shower’s glass wall, I bent over and pushed my ass back to spread it open. I teased myself at first. The hot water from the closest nozzle pulsed against the inside of my right buttock. I twisted and contorted myself so the blasts of water danced all around my virginal hole. Closing my eyes and moaning softly, I began slowly stroking my wet erection. That was enough teasing though, I moved my hips slightly and was greeted once again by the sting of the water striking my tender asshole. It felt as divine as it did torturous. The unrelenting pressure felt as if it would tear me open and begin filling me up. It happened so quickly. An enormous bodily twitch followed by a thick spurt of my cum plastered against the clear glass. What normally would have ended in a limp cock and feelings of guilt, this orgasm only seemed to make me more lustful. My throbbing headache had been supplanted by a delightful floating feeling. Everything began to feel beyond amazing. It was as if I could distinctly feel every sensation taking place all at the same time. I quickly dropped to my knees, and without thinking, ran my tongue up the trail of spunk I created. It was the first time I dared to taste my own seed. I was instantly regretful upon tasting it that I hadn’t been swallowing every orgasm’s gift that I had ever produced. It was now abhorrent to me that I wasted it all; letting it get wiped away by a paper towel or tissue for all these years. “Never again,” I promised myself. I stood up and noticed that my cock was still at full attention. “Well that’s new,” I thought to myself. Normally it’d be a shriveled, little clit after such an expulsion. I realized that I couldn’t play in his shower forever though. Grabbing for a large bottle of shampoo, my eyes exploded wide. What was this hiding behind the shampoo? I nearly dropped the bottle in my hand when I saw the fleshy, pink dildo tucked away into the corner. There it stood at full attention with its suction-cup base firmly planted on the tiled ledge. It wasn’t particularly long—maybe only five inches plus the fake balls. But what it lacked in length, it more than made up for in girth. My eyes darted to the bathroom doorway. I didn’t see Mr. Barnes. I felt my balls tighten and ache as my gaze fixed upon the soda can like phallus. My cravings were too intense to ignore, but my unspoiled asshole seemed to clench painfully shut. I grabbed the silicone beast and got back onto my knees. The water raining down upon me had gone from nearly scalding to merely a step above warm. As I affixed the dildo to the glass in front of me, I reached for the bottle of conditioner. After squirting a copious amount of the thick liquid into my left hand, I leaned down and began lapping at the fat cock in front of me as if I were teasing it. Tracing the uncut head with my tongue, I began to imagine all of the streams of water hitting me as glorious jets of warm piss from each member of the football team. I could see myself on my knees in the gym shower surrounded by them—each of them relieving their near-bursting bladders on me. I cocked my head to the side and pushed forward. The unforgiving toy forced itself between my lips and rested full cradled by my tongue. As I began sucking my imaginary lover off as best as I could guess how, my left hand reached back behind me. I felt the cool, slick conditioner touch my hole. I moaned like a bitch in heat with the cock fully inside my mouth as I began lubing myself up. What better place to pop my cherry than at Mr. Barnes’ house. I’d relive this moment over and over every time I would jerk off in the future I told myself. Spinning around with my face away from the door, I knew I was taking a huge risk. If he caught me right now and told my parents, I couldn’t imagine what horrors may lay in store for me. But it was too late for me. With my head and body swimming in bliss and primal hunger, I couldn’t hear that voice normally inside myself telling me to stop. I just needed to be fucked. It was time. It would be worth it no matter the potential pitfalls. I pushed my hips back and suddenly felt the thick head spreading my ass effortlessly apart as it searched for my hole. When the tip finally made contact with my love hole, I moaned out. Water from the jet in front of me shot into the back of my mouth and sent me into ecstasy. “Unngghh fuck...yeah give me your hot piss in my mouth, Danny,” I said in a trance. I swallowed a mouth full of water as the water sprayed against my face. “Oh fuck yeah. I love swallowing your piss.” I opened my mouth to let more pretend piss fill my eager mouth. At the same time, I pushed back hard against the dildo. My innocent pucker clung to its purity with all its might, but my depraved desires would not be so easily denied. “Ahhhh god,” I cried out as my hole suddenly expanded to a diameter completely foreign to it. I quickly stopped and covered my mouth. My asshole was screaming in agony with a couple of inches of my impaler in side it. I tried to listen as best I could over the sounds of the shower. Was I too loud? Did I really just scream out or was that in my head? Everything felt like a deep dream now, one that I couldn’t quite wake up from. Then again, I don’t think I really wanted to wake up in that moment. I didn’t dare look behind me for fear of seeing Mr. Barnes standing in the doorway to his bathroom. Yet, the buried slut in me that I had been long suppressing took devilish delight in picturing him standing there watching me fuck myself for the very first time with his dildo. At least now I knew he was most likely gay. “Ohhh fuck, Mr. Barnes! You’re too big for me,” I moaned out before swallowing more pretend piss from an imaginary classmate. “This is my first time. Please, go easy on me,” I whimpered as I drove the rest of the thick cock into me. I felt the fake balls pressing against my hole and the wet glass of the shower against my ass cheeks. I was motionless for a minute—savoring the agony of being forcefully split open. The pain was nirvana. I could picture the enormous head and shaft inside my colon. It was caressed and secured lovingly by my tender insides. As I started to rock back and forth on Mr. Barnes’ dildo, I began to wish he had left another one in the shower for me to stuff my throat with. Imagine rocking back and forth and alternating the sensation of both holes being fucked! “If he were to walk in on me right now, I’d demand his cock in my mouth. Mmhhh or better yet, I’d have him starting fucking my ass and move that dildo into my mouth,” I told myself. “What a disgusting whore you are. Doing ass to mouth minutes after losing your virginity. You’re such a sick boy.” I was so lost in my fantasies that I hadn’t even realized how close to climaxing I was. Mid pump of the dildo and I felt myself shooting cum into the drain directly below me. I scooted forward and felt his dildo slip from my asshole. There was no “snap back” to tight. I laid down on my back with my knees bent and feet flat on the shower floor. My hole was wide open—wide open and happy. The warm water falling down onto my body from above was now almost cold. Fun time was over. I looked over past the dildo to the doorway. Nobody there. I wasn’t sure if I was sad or not by that. I made my way to my feet and quickly cleaned everything up; making sure to put everything back exactly where I found it. Although, if I’m being honest, I thought about leaving the dildo attached to the glass for Mr. Barnes to discover later. I thought for a moment that it might be a fun treat for him to know that I used it. Maybe I’d even get invited back to take another shower—possibly with him and the dildo at the same time! In the end though, I did my best to cover my naughty deeds. Stepping out of the shower, my body began to feel heavy and discombobulated. I reached for the sink to steady myself when Mr. Barnes suddenly appeared in the doorway. “Are you okay?” he asked. “I dunno. I feel a little funny.” I went to reach for a towel to dry myself and stumbled a bit before steadying myself with the vanity once again. “Yeah...maybe a little dizzy too.” “Probably the bonk to your noggin,” he said taking a towel and moving behind me. Without me asking he began to dry me off. I stood there looking at us in the large mirror. “Can you put your arms up without falling over?” “I...I think,” I said slowly putting my hands up in the air. “That’s good,” he said taking my hands and placing them behind my head. “Feet a little more apart…for balance.” As I spread my legs apart, he made quick but gentle work of the towel over my entire body. As he moved downwards closer and closer to my cock, I saw it get harder and harder in the mirror. I didn’t know what to say. His towel-covered hand grasped my shaft and made a couple of motions back and forth its length before cupping my balls to dry those as well. Sweet fucking bliss. I had no idea being towel dried could feel so incredibly erotic. “Okay, bend over the sink pretty please.” I bent over placing my hands on either side of the sink. Mr. Barnes started at my ankles and moved quickly up my legs until he was rubbing my cheeks. God it felt so good. I wanted to starting touching myself. “Last little bit. Pull them apart.” Should I have hesitated? I should have, right? Well, I didn’t. I immediately reached back and pulled my plump, little mounds apart exposing my freshly fucked hole. I wondered if he was going to be be able to tell that I used his dildo. I couldn’t really feel my hole gaping anymore. Then again, I couldn’t feel much of anything at the moment. He pressed the towel into my spread open ass and began drying. “Ohhhh fuck,” I accidentally moaned. Oh shit… “What?” he said. “What?” I dumbly said pretending to have said nothing. “I thought you said something.” “I don’t think I did.” Ah hell, I’m busted and look like a total [banned word]. “My mistake. You’re all dried off and squeaky clean. Still dizzy?” I tried to turn around but fell awkwardly forward into him. “I’ll take that as a definitely. Come lay down for a bit. Your clothes are drying and your bike is fixed. You can rest until you feel better and your clothes are ready.” Mr. Barnes walked me into his bedroom, and I essentially collapsed face down half awake and half asleep. His musk mixed with the faint smell of his cigars permeated the sheets and pillowcase my head laid upon. The scents were warm and soothing. I felt like I was floating inside myself on some sort of warm, soft cloud. “Scooch over,” he said softly. Dragging his pillow with me, I moved towards the center of his king-sized mattress. I was aware of the bed jostling as he apparently had climbed up into it. Nearly asleep, his warm, hairy legs bristled against both sides of my thighs. “He’s straddling me,” I thought as my mind drifted towards nothingness. Something warm squirted onto my back, but I knew it was too soon to be his cum. That’s when the scent of menthol wafted into my nose. His large paws pressed against my back as he began to massage the mixture into me. “Ooooohhhh god that feels good,” I moaned out. My filter had long been silenced. “I thought your poor muscles could use a good rub down with this stuff. It works wonders after a long day working construction to soothe my aches and pains. I figured it could probably help you too. Unless you want me to stop?” “Noooo...please more,” I cooed softly into his pillow. I wondered in that moment if my cock wasn’t already leaking into his fitted sheet. Then I wondered if his cock was leaking into his pants and creating a delicious wet spot. That’s when it hit me. I could feel his bare legs against me. He had taken off his pants. Oh my god...was he naked on top of me? Oh god. My mind immediately pictured precum dripping from the tip of his dick onto my bare ass. It was enough to almost make me spontaneously cum. He worked my back making sure to touch every inch of available flesh. As his hands traveled ever further down toward my rump, I could hear and feel my heart beating faster and faster, harder and harder with every inch that he traversed. His powerful fingers dug into my meat and kneading both cheeks simultaneously. I moaned like I was in heat. “That feels good, huh?” I just moaned deeply; hungry for more of his touch. He pulled my left cheek to the side. I could feel my asshole becoming fully revealed right before a giant squirt of the oil landed atop it. “It stings,” I whispered. “Mmmhh hmmm. That’s the menthol and eucalyptus,” he replied. He didn’t ask if I wanted him to stop or if I didn’t like how it felt. Mr. Barnes just held my cheek out and began rubbing the length of my crack with this right hand. Each time his fingers went over my hole, I know I pushed my hips upwards against them. It wasn’t me though. I wasn’t in control anymore, at least not mentally. My body just behaved as it desired without fear or consideration of my brain checking back in and stopping it from behaving badly. “Please…” I whimpered softly as his what felt like a thumb pressed firmly against my asshole. He said nothing. He must not have heard me. As his fingers made another pass over it, I felt his thumb press down even harder than before. He was so close to penetrating me. “Pleeeaase, Sir,” I whimpered louder. The pressure stopped. His fingers had vanished. I silently lamented this disappearance. Perhaps I had crossed some boundary in my foggy state of mind. I started to apologize when I suddenly felt pressure once more against Heaven’s gateway. It didn’t feel quite like his thumb though this time. Mr. Barnes grunted and shifted position atop me. His left hand never stopped forcefully holding my ass apart. Whatever was now poking at my asshole seeming to be teasing it. Moving in circles around it and pressing against it firmly from time to time. Oh my god...it’s his cock! He’s going to fuck me! Please! Please push it inside me! Oh god every fiber of my body wants it to happen. Right here. Right now! When he’d press against my hole, I could hear him moan and grunt as if he was holding himself back from claiming me as his own. The sixth time he pushed against me, I whimpered and pushed my hips up into the air—desperate to feel the tip of his manly cock penetrate my boyish body. Each time I could feel my hole beginning to be forced open he would deny it satisfaction by pulling away. Each time I would whimper audibly into his pillow. To my utter shock he soon changed tactics. He let go of my ass and placed his left hand into the pillow next to my head. His right hand, opened wide, palmed the back, right side of my head and drove the left side of my face deep into his pillow. His knees locked around my body close to my hips. I felt my cheeks wrap around what had to be the shaft of his cock. It felt as thick and hard as the dildo that was inside me fifteen minutes prior. As he began to grunt, his body lurched forward and backwards. His engorged member slid effortlessly back and forth the length of my slippery, oiled crack. He stayed atop me, forcing my face into his musky pillow while he fucked the length of my bubble butt. While I wanted to beg him to bury himself deep in my guts, I felt like I could barely move let alone talk in those moments. Everything felt heavy as if I was stuck in quicksand. I could hear Mr. Barnes breathing heavily now. The bed was rocking wildly. The padded headboard thudded against the wall in a symphony of violent thrusts. I tried to open my mouth to say, “Please,” but trying to spread my lips proved to be as impossible as opening my eyes. Mr. Barnes suddenly moved both of his hands. I felt him grab a hold of each cheek and yank them apart from one another. I could feel the tip of his cock finally pressing against my hole once more as he grunted. The tip methodically pressed ever so slightly, almost imperceptibly, into my hungry, little hole. His knees squeezed tightly against me. I could feel his legs trembling as he continued to grunt and groan. I realized he was cumming inside me. He had pressed just enough of the tip of his cock into my ass that he could empty all of his seed into me without technically fucking me. I wanted to thank him, but was too tired to speak. I just laid there picturing him squirting thick ropes of delicious, transcendent cum into me. I would take what I could get in that moment. * * * * * * * * * * * * * My eyelids lazily flickered open. That initial moment of panic of not knowing where I was flooded into me. I rolled over onto my back and stared in distress at the unfamiliar popcorn ceiling above me. My left hand rubbed my face before traveling down my chest and coming to rest on my stomach. I realized I was naked. My hand went lower and felt my limp cock and loose balls laying against my body. Yup, I was totally naked. With more than a little trepidation, I crawled out of the stranger’s bed and caught my reflection in a dresser mirror. Where was I and why was a totally naked? I heard voices faintly echoing down the long hallway connected to the bedroom I was in. I carefully crept inch by inch towards the distorted voices desperate not to make a sound and be discovered. Where the hell are my clothes? Carefully peeking around the corner into the living room, I saw Mr. Barnes sitting in a recliner full clothed watching television and smoking a cigar. “Mr. Barnes?” I sheepishly ask while presenting only my head visibly. “Benjamin! I was wondering when you were going to wake up.” “What am I doing here?” “You don’t remember? Maybe that fall from the bike was more serious than we first thought.” “Ohhh yeah...I kinda recall hitting something and then ending up in the mud. My bike…” “Fixed!” he interrupted. “And your clothes are all clean and dry,” he pointed towards an ottoman in front of his sofa. “I showered here?” “Mhh hmm. Maybe with water a bit too hot. I came in from fixing the bike and saw you face down asleep in my bed. I didn’t want to bother you, and your clothes were still drying anway.” I looked out the sliding glass door onto his deck. It was getting dark. “My parents!” I said stepping fully into the living room forgetting that I was naked for a moment. “No worries,” Mr. Barnes said standing up. “I called them and told a little fib. I said I ran into you coming home and needed help with my computer with David being away at college.” Relief washed over me. “I really owe you for that.” “Well, I’d hate for you to get into trouble over nothing. Maybe you want to get dressed?” I could feel myself blushing and my hands getting clammy. I walked over to the sofa and started getting dressed again. “How’s your headache?” “My headache?” “You said you had a pretty bad one when we got here before you took a shower.” “I did?” For the life of me, I couldn’t remember that. I didn’t really remember much of anything after falling off my bike into the mud. “I guess it’s gone. I feel a little spacey but not too bad. It’s kinda weird to admit but I don’t remember much of today.” “That’s good though! The mind does a good job of blocking out trauma,” he said with a soft smile. “You just need to take it easy the next few days, and start paying attention to what’s in front of you when riding your bike!” he joked while giving me a hearty pat on my back. We loaded my fixed bike back into his truck and he drove me home in relative silence. The entire time I had a nagging feeling that I was forgetting something but couldn’t latch onto anything specific that made me feel that way. I ascribed it to the blow to my head and a possible concussion. All that mattered now was that I was almost home safe and sound with my parents none the wiser for my biking mishap thanks to Mr. Barnes. He really came through for me. “Do you need help getting the bike out?” he said putting the truck into park. “No. I don’t think so. You’ve done so much for me today. You’re my savior. I really can’t thank you enough, Mr. Barnes.” I hopped out and grabbed my bike. As I began walking it towards the garage, Mr. Barnes rolled the passenger window down. “Ben,” he said. I stopped and cocked my head. “Mr. Barnes is my asshole of a father. You can call me sir.” A bizarre jolt of electricity went up my spine. That was...familiar? Somehow? Without another word from either of us, he rolled the window up and disappeared into the encroaching darkness of the moonless night. A handful of days went by with their typical mundane normalcy. Although, I will admit that my nightly fantasies of Mr. Barnes having his way with me had become exponentially more vivid and detailed. Where before the fantasies were amorphous and without clear definition and scope, they began to feel almost real and plausible all of the sudden. It’s as if I could finally include what he physically felt like in my fantasies without merely guessing. All of this led to more intense nightly orgasms and stronger desires to be seduced by him. My mouth would salivate at the thought of being back in his bed only this time with him atop of me while I pushed my bottom upwards into the air as a willing offering to his godly cock. It was a Thursday afternoon. I had just rode home from school. We had twelve days left before all of us seniors were finally done with school. It was odd to see both cars in our driveway. Something felt off. As I walked in the front door, I saw mom and dad sitting at the kitchen table looking through a stack of pictures. I wondered if grandma Beth finally passed. “What’s going on?” I asked obliviously. Their heads turned in unison with daggers shooting from their eyes. “How could you!” my mother yelled. “You have the devil in you. My own son!” “What are you talking about?” I asked walking forward completely baffled. “What you’ve done is unforgivable,” my father chimed in. “To think that you’ve...you’ve been hiding in our midst. That you could even go to church! You’ve despoiled it just by stepping foot in its doors.” This wasn’t a joke. They were in a near rage, and dread filled my body. “What exactly have I done?” My mother took a stack of photos and threw them towards me. “No mother should have to look at such filth! It’s an abomination!” The stack of thirty or so photos hit the carpet in front of my feet and exploded into a collage of images. Most had landed face up, and what I saw was incomprehensible. I stood looking down at pictures of me naked in a shower sucking on a dildo. Another had me pressing it into my ass while still in the shower. Another showed a closeup of a thumb pressing against my asshole. Yet another picture showed the closeup of the head of a cock against my hole with a tiny, creamy white puddle of cum present. I was gobsmacked. It was like a waking nightmare. “I didn’t do those things,” I stammered. “I’d remember if I did something like that!” “The demon in you is making you lie,” mother screamed. But I wasn’t lying. I know that was me in the pictures. I know it, but I had no memory of doing something like that. “You expect us to believe those are somehow fakes, Benjamin?” my father said with disgust. “I-I don’t know what you want to hear from me! I’m not admitting to something I didn’t do!” I protested while staring at the picture of cum leaking into my ass. Did I? Did this stuff happen? Why don’t I remember something so intense happening? “Your mother and I have talked about this. We called pastor Martin to come by the house.” “You fucking what?! Goddammit!” “Benjamin!” my mother yelled while bursting into tears. “Haven’t you done enough to us? You continue to lie about your...your...twisted perversion. Must you also blaspheme! You need saving, Benjamin!” “Saving from this bullshit,” I yelled back. “So fucking what if any of this happened? What does any of that matter? You think it takes a demon in me to do that?” I mimicked garbled speech like I was possessed. “Bullshit!” “Pastor Martin is on his way to collect you and take you to a place where you can be healed. He’s going to fix you with God’s boundless love and grace.” “The hell he is,” I replied. “Fuck both of you and YOUR perversions.” I ran out of the house and peddled away as fast as I could. A couple of hours had passed and dusk was settling into night. I sat secluded in the dense woods all that time—far away from anyone being able to find me. I sat there alternating between tears and rage trying to make sense of everything that happened. The one thing that my mind kept come back to was Mr. Barnes telling me to call him sir while dropping me off at home. There was something about that. Suddenly the dam burst. Everything flooded back into my head starting with the accident. I remembered saying, “Some days I secretly wish I had the ability to run away or even get kidnapped. I figure even that at its worst it is better than living at home.” What was it that he said back? Oh yeah, “You never know what can change your life’s path.” Then I remembered him helping me strip down, walking into his kitchen, and taking that little, pink pill; and then going to his shower. Oh god! Those pictures of me fucking that dildo facing away from the door. I did that! I forced that into my body while imagining swallowing piss from my classmates. That meant...what I thought was just a dirty dream of being massaged and “dry” humped actually happened. That was Mr. Barnes’ dollop of spunk resting on my tight pucker. It all happened and he had managed to record it. That could only mean that he was the one to anonymously mail those pictures to my parents. What had I wished for?! I peddled as quickly as I could—grateful for the light of the nearly full moon. It seemed to take an eternity to get there, but I knew this was my only option. I knocked on the front door anxiously waiting for a response. Maybe it was too late. I knocked again only harder. My whole body began to tremble uncontrollably as footsteps behind the door became audible. I heard the deadbolt and then the creaking of the hinges as the door slowly opened. “Hello, Sir” I said feeling my cock stiffen in my underwear. I stepped inside the dimly lit foyer and into my new life as slave. As soon as the door shut and bolted tight behind me, I began taking my clothes off. “You’re late,” he said. “It took me a while to remember everything and piece it all back together,” I replied with my eyes gazing down. Reaching my arms up, I placed my hands behind my head as I had done just days earlier. “Mmmmh,” the voice said. I felt hands reached around me under my arms. Fingers pinched and twisted my hard nipples as I winced. “It looks like you remembered everything.” He removed his hands from my chest and placed one on the back of my neck. Pressing me forward, he steered me back down that long hallway and back into that bed. I was entranced once again by the smell of his musk and cigar smoke. I crawled into the bed and laid there on my back with my cock stiff and my heart beating out of control. Mr. Barnes crawled onto the bed and lifted my legs above his shoulders. He crawled forward on his knees until I felt his hard cock against my ass. Reaching over me to a bottle of lube, he squirted some into his left hand and slid it down between our enmeshed bodies. I soon felt his slippery fingers against my asshole. “Oohhhh god,” I whimpered out. “I am your god now, boy. Cock is all that you will worship from now on. Do you understand?” “Yes, Sir,” I cooed. He reached down and grabbed the shaft of his dick. Pressing it against my asshole he said, “I was happy to discover you finding my dildo in the shower. I’ll admit that it was a complete accident though. David used to love showing daddy how much he could take. I guess I forgot it was even in there, but I’m delighted you were so at home riding it—ever better than he did.” “It was so big for my first time,” I moaned as Mr. Barnes began pressing his thick head into my hole. “Uhhh uhhhh,” I cried out while biting my lower lip in pain. “Mmmhhh such an appetite you had for your first time. I’m impressed, but you’ll find that my cock is even thicker.” “Ooohhhh fuck,” I cried out. My hands flailed forward against his hips as the head of his cock popped fully inside me for the first time. A devilish smile formed on him. He quickly grabbed my hands and placed them over my head and held them down forcefully. “Mmmmhh yes. What was it that you said when the dildo finally slid in your cunt, boy?” “Ohhh fuck, Mr. Barnes! You’re too big for me,” I moaned hungrily. “That’s right. That god me so hard. It was almost impossible to not join you in the shower and feel my cock inside that tiny ass of yours. But, that would have spoiled everything.” Mr. Barnes began thrusting in and nearly out of me with powerful strokes. I could feel my asshole being stretched to its limit. Every time he nearly pulled out of me, it felt like my insides were being pulled out as well. He moved one hand to my face and squeezed my mouth open before spitting into it. I moaned like a whore and swallowed. “Such a pristine little slut you are...pristine and un-corrupted...for the time being least.” He leaned over and kissed me—pressing his meaty tongue into my mouth as he drove his cock balls deep into me. His tongue played with mine as I moaned. Sitting back up, he grabbed my thighs and began fucking me with serious intent. I was putty in his paws. “You feel better than I imagined. I’m happy I was able to resist the urges I had while you were passed out. As fun as siding back and forth between these cheeks was, this is the true prize. Now you get to experience being fucked like a boy should.” “You came inside me,” I moaned dreamily. “While I was passed out. I thought it was all a dream, but in the pictures, that was your cock against my hole.” “Cum should never be wasted,” he grunted while relentless pounding my ass. The squelching of his lubed cock violating me paired beautifully with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh in unfettered passion. “It always belongs in the boy’s hole. Do you understand?” “Yes, Sir.” “From now on, you will never refuse any alpha’s load from being deposited in your hole.” “Any?” I moaned realizing I was close to my own orgasm. “More than just yours?” Mr. Barnes smiled. “I have such plans for you, Benjamin.” With that he buried his throbbing member into my boy pussy and unleashed a torrent of seed into me. He kept himself deep inside as he continued to twitch and grunt. “I want it all, Sir.” “That’s a good boy,” he said. After a couple of minutes he pulled out of me and stood next to the bed. He was leaking cum and semi-hard still. I turned in bed and placed my head off the edge of the bed and opened my mouth wide. “That’s a very good boy,” he said pressing his cock into my mouth. Leaning over with one hand wrapped tightly around my throat and the other grabbing my aching cock, he began fucking my mouth until his dick snaked its way into my throat. “Nothing feels quite like a bulging throat,” he grunted. “You’re going to make me drain another load right into your tummy.” I choked, gagged and spit up slime as he began throat fucking me with wanton abandon. It didn’t take long before my own body was twitching from lack of oxygen. This somehow delighted my body and I found myself cumming like a fountain. I felt the ropes of my own seed land against my stomach and chest. “Mmmhhh what prolific cummies,” he said ramming his cock as deep as he could. My arms flailed helplessly off the side of the bed as his furry balls rested against my face. I could feel them spasm against my nose as he came once again deep into my throat. My eyelids flitted open and shut uncontrollably as I was desperate to breathe. As I felt reality about to slip away, Mr. Barnes pulled out of my mouth. I gasped for air after immediately swallowing what he had shot into my throat. His fingers scooped up the trails of my cum. He licked them clean and sighed. “Nothing quite like a good Christian boy’s spunk.” I looked up as he backed away slightly. It was then that I noticed a fading tattoo nestled behind some of his fur. I sat up in bed. “What’s that a tattoo of?” Mr. Barnes smiled. “This scorpion?” “Yeah...I like it. Maybe I can get one so I’m marked as yours, Sir.” “Would you like that?” “I would love to earn it, Sir.” “What was it that you said back on your hands and knees with a dildo stuff in your ass in my shower? Hmmm. Oh yes. ‘Give me your hot piss in my mouth, Danny.’ I may not be Danny, but I can certainly oblige that craving of yours.” Mr. Barnes walked to the threshold of the bathroom snapped his fingers and then he pointed toward the floor in front of his feet. I slid out of his bed onto all fours and crawled to where he pointed. He turned and walked into the bathroom with me following eagerly behind like his obedient bitch. Opening the door to the shower, he snapped his fingers and pointed near the center drain. I crawled into the shower obediently and leaned back onto the heels of my feet. As he took his cock in hand and aimed it towards my face, I silently opened my mouth as wide as I could. “You’re going to make the perfect slave, boy.”
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look at you, ya piece of fucking trash kneeling there on the bed, head down because you know you aren't fucking worthy to even look at a real man like me. Arse up, presenting like a dog in heat, desperate to be mounted, fucked and bred like the worthless piece of fuckmeat we both know you are only an hour ago we were chatting online, you telling me how much you NEEDED my thick cock rammed up your shitter. that I told you I liked it rough but you wanted it anyway. you wanted it so bad that you let a fucking stranger come into your flat and find you exposed and ready to be fucked. and here you are now waiting for some signal that I'm actually the bloke you were chatting to. Hell you don't care ya whore. Could be any cock, doesn't matter as long as its a real man fucking you isn't that right whore?? **SMACK** my hand slaps you hard across the right arse cheek. you still don't look around to see who is in the room with ya **SMACK** you yelp as my hand spanks the left cheek but you don't object - you know fucking better. I'll beat the shit out of ya if you complain on the nightstand are the lube and condoms "for my use" as you put it in your chat. well fuck that - I don't use either - as you are about to find out. both hands come down on your cheeks hard and then roughly pull them apart giving me my first real view of your skanky shithole. Your tight little turd tunnel is so fucking excited to see me it actually winks at me like a cheap whore looking for business. 1 glob of spit right on your button and my cock slams balls deep up your arse. your scream is music to my sadistic ears. I slam my body down on top of you pinning you to the bed, preventing you from pulling away as you claw forward trying to get off my cock where do you think you're going???? get back on my cock!!! I slam in again, more beautiful screams and a delicious little *sob* Too big???? nah I think its the perfect size for my pleasure and that's what this is about MY pleasure, not yours you piece of fuckmeat. you're just a cock socket for me to shove my dick into however I want so you better take it and shut the fuck up you cant take it?????? But cuntface, you told me you COULD take it in our chat - no wait - actually you said you could take the dick that I sent you a pic of!!!!! Yeah sorry, that wasn't a pic of MY arse-ripping cock - just a random pic off the internet. Didn't want to scare ya!!! bet your pretty scared now though huh? Slamming in and out of your hole, fucking love your squeals and yelps as I angle my cock in different directions to make sure I bruise every inch of your pathetic insides Man I am loving the spasms in your arse ring - or what's left of it - as you desperately try to recover from my almost dry entry. Cant have that, you were made for suffering. a few punches causes your fuckhole to clench again making the sensations on my cock so much better. unfortunately its been 4 days since I last used an ass so this is gonna sadly be a quick one. I rape your hole harder, viciously as I get closer to my orgasm, trying to block out your crying - not because I don't want to hear them but because they will push me over the edge sooner finally with a bellow, I cum, shooting wads of spunk deep inside your torn up shitpipe, whitewashing your guts. I collapse on top of you as the last of my seed dribbles into your guts. eventually I get up and yank my cock out of your fuckhole, causing another little yelp from you. the tight little pucker that winked at me earlier now looks more like a black eye "don't move" I command and you obey like the pathetic little sub you are. I grab my now flaccid cock and start pissing over your ass, hole (which must have stung judging by your sobs and clenching) and the bed. Just wish my cock had been harder so I could have shoved it back in. I pull up my shorts and jeans and am out the door before you even realise I'm finished I get home and predictably there is a message from you. I open it expecting a big long rant or complaint about not using a condom or that I raped you or pissed over your skanky duvet but instead it was just one line... "Same time next week???"
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I met David on Twitter several years ago; we both followed some interesting people with hashtags like #bbbh, #gaybdsm, #gaypiss, #gayfisting, and others. As I scrolled through who he followed, I noticed a lot of guys who were poz or chasers. So, I reached out through a direct message just to say hello. We chatted a bit and he seemed like a nice guy. We exchanged profile names for a popular website for men into BDSM. David's profile was short, "Rubber Dom seeks pigs for raunchy sex play, fisting, and fucking. HIV+ but neg friendly, raw only and I don't pull out." I checked out his galleries and saw various images of him in rubber. He was a sexy man with an evil smile and glint in his eyes. No nudes, just my imagination and I got off looking at his pictures. We continued to chat on occasion just casually learning about each other. Not once did we discuss sex or his being poz and my being neg. I figured he just wasn't into me. Couldn't hurt to have a connection in London since I go there occasionally for work. One day I posted a pic of my hungry hole to Twitter. I was in my rubber catsuit kneeling, bent forward, zipper on my ass down, slipping a finger in...David retweeted my image with a comment about a nice hole to breed. I liked his post and went to bed. The next morning, I logged into the website to a message from David. "I want to breed you and fist it deep, boy." Attached was a picture of a beautiful uncut, veiny, pierced cock. INSTANT WOOD! I immediately responded, "Yes Sir, please breed my pighole." We chatted back and forth as I lay in bed stroking thinking about him breeding me. As I shot my load, David sent me a message, "You better take a picture of you cleaning up your cum and send it to me boy." Fuck, he knew I was jerking off...I responded "Yes Sir!" "Good boy, now Sir has to wrap up His work day." I cleaned up, taking pictures and a video and sent them to him. Then I showered and went to work. We still hadn't talked about him being poz and my being neg. I decided that needed to change. I needed to see just how open he was to chasers. That night, I sent him a message along the lines of...I noticed you are HIV+ and wanted to let you know I'm HIV- but poz friendly, I'm on PrEP. I figured that would break the ice. The next morning, David had sent me a message. "Yes pig, I figured you were on PrEP seeking poz loads. I'm poz and currently on meds, so I'm undetectable."- 109 replies
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Sometimes, when you can't get on your knees to drink from the tap, how else do you get a mans piss in public? One of my favorite ways in a bar is to hand a man my empty beer bottle while he's at the urinal--esp if hes showing interest and has been looking over...and let him top it off, or fill it completely. Then later, when I see him from across the room, I'll be drinking it while hes standing next to his buddies, or even his BF. Its a great ice breaker...and oftentimes, I would see him from across the room pointing at me and wispering into the guys ear thats standing next to him. I like to think that he just might be telling him that he just bought me that round. Years back, guys would whip out their dicks and piss in my bottle, mug or plastic cup during a beer bash at a bar...and tell me that if I wanted them to fuck me, that I had to prove it by drinking what he pissed out to show I was interested. Any other ideas I can use to get piss from guys?
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Using Davis' Hot Hole
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
My Playroom—October, 2021 Davis was back for another round in the playroom. I loved how open he’d been to new experiences, so when he was ready to come up again, I cleared my schedule. This time didn’t set any kind of new goal to achieve. We just had some kinky fun… It’s a long drive for Davis. He has spent a fair amount of time in the shower to freshen up. I have left a robe for him on the bathroom door knob. I go back to the blog post I was working on when he arrived and write a little more. I feel the pouch of my jock filling as I type. I don’t know if it’s my words or the anticipation. I hear the water cut off and my cock oozes a drop of pre-cum into the stained fabric. Ok. It’s him. I stop typing and go put on my boots. Davis emerges and I tell him to go on down to the playroom—I will be right there. And I am. He is naked but for a NYPD blue jock and athletic socks. As he hears the door open he goes to his knees. I hang my robe on the door knob and move to the fuck bench. I sit/lean against the top piece, my legs spread wide. “Suck my cock.” He has swiveled slightly, still on his knees. Davis buries his face in the pouch of my jock. He inhales. Sighs. His tongue comes out and begins to lick the fabric. Soon, he’s found the edge and begins licking my balls. I pull the fabric aside. I want his mouth on me. He hungrily licks and sucks the hairy sacks. I stroke my cock. When I’ve worked up another drop of pre-cum, I move his mouth to the head of my cock. He tongues the head thoroughly—and then deep throats me. And again. He groans and pulls off. “Get up here,” I tell him. I move and let him crawl up on the padded bench. He settles in and hits his poppers as I kneel. I pull his generous ass cheeks apart and taste his hole. He groans. I moan—and burrow in with my tongue. I spit and lick until his hole is slick with my gob. I stand up and work the head of my cock into him. “I always forget,” he murmurs as he huffs, “just how big you are.” The poppers do their job—and his hole is mine. I fuck him slowly. The full length in and out. His groans and egg me on to speed up and fuck him harder. I do it. Then I pull out and walk to his mouth. He eagerly cleans me off, reveling in the taste of his hole. We move to the sling. The moment he is in the stirrups, I let fly with a piss load covering his ass crack. I drop to my knees and lick it off him—which leads me to rimming his fucked hole. I plow his ass. I let him clean my dick, with him leaning out of the sling. I use the egg headed dildo on him. I don’t add my cock. He’s not quite ready for that yet. But I fuck him with the bigger head of it. I piss a little more—this time some goes into his hole. I grab the smallest butt plug and slide it in to keep the piss up there as once again he cleans my dick. “Get me good and wet for I’m going back up your hole with just you for lube.” He leaves me covered in spit. And I fuck it all up his willing hole… * We take a break. We both drink up. I am hoping he will be able to piss. I surprise him by getting in the sling. “Lick my balls.” He kneels. His face is right at my ball sack as I recline. I stroke my cock as he tongues me. I say my usual—“Try to get your tongue between the cockring and my balls.” He does. Really well. His licking makes my cock run like the clichéd faucet. I mop some up on a finger and feed it to him, telling him it’s his reward. He licks it clean—and then sucks my middle finger as if it were a tiny cock. I smear his spittle on my dick and push his head lower to lick my perineum. We switch places, Davis in the sling and me on my knees. His hole is so juicy now from all the fucking and stretching. I fuck him. Hard. His eyes are on the mirror above him. Watching my cock split into him. I finally have to pause to get my wind back. I move the rimseat away from the wall. “Out you come.” His eyes have been closed. He’s been in his own world. I help him out—and then have him lean his chest to the sling. I enter him. I fuck him hard. He is groaning—it feels totally different to both of us. I suddenly stop. My bladder is full. I pull out slightly and suddenly I am gushing into his once tight hole. I can’t stop. It just goes on and on. Davis moans into the sling: “Are you gonna drink that out of me?” “I’m gonna fuck in it, first.” I begin thrusting— listening to the sloshing inside of him. I pull some piss out on each backstroke—which means there has to be a whole lot inside him. “Here we go.” I pull out and my fingers are there to keep his hole from gaping and spilling any. I ask for his poppers and take a long hit before I settle under the frame. The seat comes down. He sits. My tongue hits his hole and it is a deluge. No poking around to find it. He is full to bursting. He doesn’t try to control the flow— he just lets it go. I drink most of it, but there is so much coming at me, I can’t get it all. I close my eyes and just let it spray all over my face. When his ass stops dripping, Davis moves. He knows where he needs to be. He is in the sling before I can get off the floor. I ram my dick into his pissed out hole—and give him every drop of my cum… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Using Davis' Hot Hole (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) December 17, 2021 -
"Daddy, Lick It Up..."
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
My Playroom—September, 2021 The Latino mentioned in the last post managed to pass his number to me that afternoon in the bookstore. He mentioned he was not cleaned out on that visit, but would love a chance at my cock when he was ready for it. So we met soon after. It was a disaster. I had mentioned cleaning deep for my cock…and, well, you can guess the rest. We started. And stopped. Started. And stopped. And—yeah, we tried until it was clear this was not the day. Surprisingly, the last hook up of the month had no anal sex at all. It was the piss boy who lives north of me. He sent me text just before class that he was super horny. Could I fill him with piss later tonight? No anal, but piss drinking and covering and tons of oral sex. He wouldn’t arrive until very late. I knew that with proper tanking up I would be up all night, even after he had drunk his fill. I thought long and hard. A new text arrived: “Please, Daddy!!!?!” I said yes. In the early evening I got one more text. “Can I dress slutty?” I knew he had a fem side. I said yes to that, too. He arrives as my bladder is fit to burst. He is still lanky and just as tall. His hair is long. He is maybe 25. He strips to a lime green thong. The boy then adds a short skirt—cheerleader short— with lace on the hem. A lacy crop top covers his thin chest. The moment we are downstairs in the playroom he goes to his knees. He fills his lungs with the scent of my pissy yellow jock—which I have worn since his first text around noon. My cock is not even hardening, I have to piss so badly. “Open wide, Boy.” “Give me your piss, Daddy,” he murmurs. “It’s been so long….” And it has been a full year since we met. I dig my cock out of the pouch. It goes in his mouth. He knows not to close down. In seconds, I blast him with a load of recycled tea and water. He moans deliciously as I empty into him. He takes every drop. The moment I am empty, he suckles me to full hardness. He pulls off me to look at it, holding me at the base. “I love that Daddy is bigger than I remember.” He takes me to the root before I can respond. I let him deep throat me repeatedly before I give a gruff “Up on the bench.” “Does Daddy want to taste my ass?” I toss the short skirt up onto his back and pull the string of the thong out of the crack with my teeth. I connect with his hole. He is tight. My tongue burrows in. He sighs and moans in the back of this throat. I eat his ass for a long time. I am surprised when I realize I can piss again. I stand up and flood his crack. It cascades down to the towel beneath the bench, the fine hair of his cleft holding on to what it can. “Daddy, lick it up. Please….” I go to my knees and lick up every drop. When I am done tongue-rooting in his hole, I stand up and run my cock head down his wet crack. I take my dick up to his mouth. He cranes around and licks the pre-cum, spit and piss that is coating the head. I pull out and lean in, letting him service my balls. They are sweaty from the day and the exercise. Boy starts to clean them. “I want to suck them properly…” I lie down on the bed and he brings his sluttly-clad self between my splayed legs. This is really nice. I lie there. I watch him work on my balls in the mirror next to me. Individually—lovingly lapping them. And then in a failed attempt to get them both into his mouth at once. He goes to my perineum, instead. “Come sit on my face.” The skirt is ditched and he sits on my open mouth, making sure to pull the string of the thong out of the way. “Ohhhhhh, Daddy!” I prod open his now wet hole. “I promise you can fuck me with that big dick the next time…” I tongue fuck him to remind him of his promise. Eventually he leans over and sucks my cock as I keep poking into him. “Let’s do the sling. I need to piss.” I get him situated. His eyes never leave the mirror above. My hard cock rests on the mound of his thong. I concentrate—and piss starts spewing out of me. I coat his thong and shoot a stream onto his well eaten hole. I stop before I’m empty. I lick him clean and do it again… * It’s late. I have gotten the rimseat out and had him sit his piss wet hole on my face. But now it’s late and I need to get off and send him home. “I want your load in my mouth.” He stands up from where he has been sitting on the bed. “Give me your cum, Daddy.” “Then lick my balls again while I stroke it.” I lie on the bed, spread eagled. He kneels between my legs and begins licking me in earnest. I stroke. Lightly, but intently. Once I have him stop to lick up a huge drool of pre-cum. He sighs over this with a “I want more!” I increase my stroke. I am almost there. “Get ready,” I bark. He hovers above my dick. “Argh!” And he is on me sucking up every drop of my cum. I am really shaking, the feel of his tongue on my sensitive cock head is so intense. He purrs as he gets the last of it and begins cleaning my cock and balls again. I move around so he is lying on the bed and I am straddling his lacy clad chest. “Wait,” I tell him. “I think I have some piss for your ride home.” My cock goes into his mouth and I let him have everything I’ve got….. The original: From My Side of the Sling: "Daddy, Lick It Up..." (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 19, 2021 -
Pouring Jack’s Seed into My Boy Chapter 1 of 4. I knew Jack from around the bars. He’d been quite the beauty in his twinky days, but that was years ago. Lately, he’d embraced his bearish daddy looks and sported a buzzcut and beard. He looked so good poured into tight jeans that showed off his impressive bulge very nicely. His shoulders and chest were covered with a dusting of salt and pepper fur that peeked out of a tight tank top. A few weeks ago, we chatted each other up at the bar while I was waiting for my boy to finish at the gym and meet me there. Jack told me that he was single these days and that he’d been super horny lately. He confided that he’d recently converted and was starting meds, but his viral load was nowhere near undetectable. I asked if he was playing safely these days and he grinned saying, ‘I’m happy to start with a condom,’ and pulled one out of his back pocket. Jack asked about my boy, and I took out my phone to show a few pics of him. I accidentally flashed him a steamy pic of my boy on his knees with his ass up. He looked so sexy after fucking and filling him up, I had grabbed my phone and snapped a naughty pic. I was mortified but Jack just grinned. He told me he loved leaving boys like that, opened up, freshly fucked and leaking. I thought about what Jack had said and felt myself getting hard. I had to take a piss and headed to the bathroom. A few seconds later, Jack followed me in and stood at the trough right next to me. He unzipped his tight jeans and hefted out a massive cock. It was long and thick. I was mid-piss but started getting harder at the mere sight of his POZ manhood. I couldn’t continue pissing into the trough as my erection grew. Jack raised his eyebrows and asked me, ‘You like what you see?’ I could only nod, my mouth suddenly gone dry. ‘You ever think of sharing your boy with a hung POZ daddy?’ I couldn’t help but nod again. Jack reached out and grabbed my hand, bringing it to the base of his impressive cock. He kept grinning at me. ‘Next time you grab my dick, I want you to guide it into your boy’s hole. Sound like a plan?’ How could I not nod again. Jack continued, ‘The first time I fuck your boy, you’ll put my cock in him.’ I nodded. ‘The first time I get my seed in your boy, you’ll pour it into him.’ I nodded again. Jack left me in peace to collect myself and finally finish pissing into that trough. I was so hard I knew I wouldn’t be able to finish until I’d cum, so I stood there jerking off. For like five minutes, I wanked with images of Jack’s huge cock sinking into my boy’s raw hole. I shot my load into the ice at the bottom of the trough and was only then was able to empty my bladder. I shook my cummy cock dry and tucked myself back into my jeans and headed back to the bar. To be continued…
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I fucking love cheating. Huge turn on. I’ve posted here before about some of my fun times. Today I cheated on my husband again. But we’ve since found a fuck bud who we are exclusive with. And it’s on all ends. But I’ve cheated on both of them. Today I stopped off at a hotel after work. Walked into some bi married man’s room and found him naked in bed, rock hard. Of course, the slut I am, I strip down immediately and go to town sucking his dick. His precum tastes delicious and I can still taste his wife’s pussy on his dick from fucking him earlier. Never did that before but it was hot af and made me even hornier. I sucked him to completion and swallowed his kid. We made out with his cum and I jerked off on his face, mixing our warm cum together. I also cheated last week. A hot, hairy, married gay bear was home alone. I walked in and he was naked. I immediately stripped and started sucking his dick. After he got hard, he walked me to his sex room and put me in a swing. His raw cock entered my hole as I sniffed some poppers. I’m tight. My husband has a small dick so I always look for more. And my new fuck bud hadn’t fucked me yet. So I was definitely needing to be opened up. But this guy fed me poppers and shoved his raw dick in. He told me to piss as he fucked me and I was so goddamn turned on. He fucked me for a good 20 minutes in the swing, taking his cock out to add to my piss. We scooped some up and made out with it. He entered me one last time, thrusting as hard as he could. Finally, we were both close. He pounded me as he’d as he could and bred me deep as I shot my load. I came all over myself and scooped it up so we could makeout. Hot as fuck, and made it even hornier because I was cheating on two men at once. if you’re in central florida, hit me up. I’m down to trade pics and loads. I need as many buds as I can get.
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I was in Toronto on business and had been chatting with a hot muscle jock who has a PA in his cock...which I happen to love. We weren't able to hook up at my hotel as I was staying quite a distance out of town, so I decided to hit the baths one afternoon when he was free, and I invited him to join me there. Arriving at the baths, I got a room with a sling. While waiting the arrival of the muscle jock, another very hung man kept hanging out my door so I finally invited him in. Began blowing him in earnest. He had a nice thick cock, and as I blew him, I craved it up my ass. As he moaned and thrust into my mouth there was a knock at the door. He jumped, but I told him I was expecting my buddy. I opened the door, and my buddy proved to be even hotter in person than in his pics online. He immediately stripped and clearly liked what he saw, as his very nicely sized PA cock was sticking straight up. I went back to blowing the first guy as I presented my ass to second guy. Without hesitation, he began rimming me, getting my hole wet for fucking. I then turned around and started blowing him, sort of enjoying his metal PA clicking on my teeth. He in turn began sucking the other guy. My buddy started fingering my ass too....and kissing the other guy. He invited the other guy to slide into my hole. The other guy was a bit tentative about going in bareback, but was encouraged and ended up going for it. While I continued to suck my buddy's dick, the other guy begin grinding his raw cock into my hole. My buddy was grabbing my head and pushing it down onto his dick. Then, my buddy wanted in my ass as well, so the two guys flipped me around and that pierced cock broke my hole open. I took that cock hungrily. One more switch...and the original guy was back to pumping my now very happy fuck hole. His breathing got harder and my buddy began to kiss him deeply. I just focused on feeling him pound harder and harder into me, feeling his cock begin to swell up. He let out a big moan and shoved deeply into me. I could feel a very large load being pumped deep into my guts!!! After his last spasm of cum left his cock he pulled out and left, leaving me and my buddy. My buddy was SO turned out he immediately threw me onto my back and began to pound hard into me as well. He wanted to save his cum for a later time...so kept edging himself even as he pounded my hole. We finally took a break and went out into the 'public areas'. He lead me to a fuck bench so he could begin to slow fuck me there, and to see who showed up. Some other guys did come around and were stroking. One slid his dick down my throat while my buddy plowed me. I heard some conversation, and felt my buddy pull out only to have a stranger's dick enter my hole. I moaned in pleasure as both of my holes were being used, slurping on the cock down my throat as he face fucked me, and as the guy in my ass opened my man. I could hear their breathing get faster...and they must both have heard each other, because I suddenly tasted cum being sent down my throat at the same time the guy in my ass also shot his load into me. When they left my buddy grabbed me and led me back to our room. He was intent on putting up the sling. I jumped into it, got my legs into the restraints. We left the door open for the show. He slid his hard cock into my now cummy hole and began very deliberately fucking me. Then he looked at me and asked "Want my piss, baby?" I let out a huge moan of "YESSSSS!" He stopped all movement and held me still in the sling. Looking deep into my eyes, I heard him say "Here it comes" and with that a flood of hot liquid flowed into my ass. He clearly was enjoying it as well. Eventually his piss stream ended and he began a rhythmic fucking of my hole again, which was, of course, full of piss and cum. There was a hot slurping noise each time he pulled out and pushed back in. My hole was so full of man juices being churned deep in my gut. I could feel him get harder and harder as his breathing became more labored. Then he leaned over and kissed me, whispering in my ear "My poz cum is gonna flood you now" as he simultaneously leaned back and shoved hard. His dick spasmed, as he added his charged load into my hole. He stayed inside me a while, kissing me over and over deeply. After he finally pulled out, we chatted some more. He met me at my hotel a couple of days later and gave me another good piss fuck! Totally made my trip to Toronto!!!!
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Palm Springs: The Massive Piss Party
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Palm Springs—September, 2021 I showered after Ortiz left and had some food. I think I may have power napped for my 43 minutes. Jay’s partner was away, so I knew I would be spending the first moments of the party tonight acting as host. Jay adjusted the lighting of the gardens and in the swimming pool—and the guys started to pour in right at 8:00pm. Guys are everywhere. We are at twice the number of men as on Thursday. The crowd is younger, too. Thursday was 45 and up. Today we are 30 and up with a few men in their 20’s. The wading pool is full of men wallowing in piss. The slurp ramp is packed with guys guzzling it down or letting is shower on their chest and crotch. The rimseats are busy. The slings take maybe 30 minutes before men hop in. The move of the fuck bench works—there is almost always a hot ass being used on it. I wander. I point out the lockers to the men still fully clothed. I often do this as someone is sucking my cock. It pays to advertise. I join the men on the ledge. A beefy man around my age steps up. I don’t let him suck my cock. I grab the base of my cock with my fist and present him with my balls. He gets them good and wet. I reward him with a stream of piss that arcs up and into his mouth. Only when it sputters out do I let him suck my dick. He’s good. A man pushes in, in order to stand next to me. He begins to piss on my cock as the beefy guy sucks. We all love the feeling of this. When he’s done pissing, I move the beefy guy’s mouth onto the new dick. I step back to the rimseats behind me. Jay had set out two—but two more have arrived with the guests. Three are in use. A young man, who licked ass all Thursday night, is parked under one of them, waiting for a new butt. I watch a hot younger Latino take a seat on his face. He gestures me over so he can suck my dick while a hot tongue is stabbing up into his hole. This guy is good, with great deep throat skills. He does my balls without my urging. He lets me fuck his face. He never chokes on me. I pat his shoulder and move on… * I fuck a bear of a man—with a white beard and a huge patch of salt and pepper chest hair. A parade of men pass by and let him suck their cocks as he takes me in his hole. Some piss on him. I fuck him until I need to piss. I pull out and blast a stream up to his mouth. It quickly becomes less powerful and coats that chest hair. A young man with lots of facial scruff is standing by—stroking and watching. He instantly bends over and begins licking up all the piss on the bear’s chest. He takes some of it up to the Bear’s mouth and kisses him. I go to my knees and eat the young man’s ass. “Fuck me, daddy…” he moans. I stand up and do just that—as the Bear holds him tight and the boy whimpers into the mass of wet fur… * My friend Rod arrives. It has been four or five years since I’ve seen him. He and his partner use to live in Chicago and threw fabulous New Years Eve sex parties until they moved west. I give my dick a break and we catch up as we each chug a bottle of water. Soon enough we notice a heavily tatted guy in his 40’s get up on the fuck bench. We go over. Rod feeds him his dick as I begin eating his ass. He has been busy—his hole is open and his ass lips puffy. He is also a self luber—to the point it drips onto my tongue. I stand up and give him my dick. He’s surprised by my size, but takes it easily after a few moments. Rod comes back and watches me fuck. “I’ve missed seeing that,” he whispers in my ear. And then pisses on my shaft—so I fuck it into Tatted Guy’s gut. I pull out and take my dick to the bottom’s mouth as Rod puts his large, curved cock into the super wet hole I just left. Rod grunts his approval and begins fucking him with long, hard strokes. Hard enough that Tatted Guy has to stop sucking and concentrate on his ass. I go around and watch Rod fuck. I kneel and lick the side of his cock on the back stroke. I want to piss on him, but I don’t think I can. It doesn’t matter, as two guys who were about to piss in the wading pool next door, decide to use us instead. Rod’s cock is covered, I am covered and the back of Tatted Guy is soaked. Rod pulls out. I suck his cock for a millisecond before I know I need to fuck. I push into the now super stretched hole. “I have to piss,” I bark at Tatted Guy. “Want it in your ass?” “Fuckin’ piss fuck me, man…” I slow down, but I don’t stop fucking. It’s almost there…I pause and my cock explodes with what feels like a geyser of piss. As I continue to piss, I begin a slow pistoning. Piss splashes out. Rod goes to his knees and tries to get in a position to lick some. I keep pumping. My eyes connect with Rod. I nod and pull out, stepping slightly to the other side. Piss drips out of Tatted Guy’s ass. Rod is there to lick it all up… * Later. The youngest man at the party—at least he looks barely 25—is having his dream moment. He is in the sling. His daddy is at the head, behind him, holding on to his arms in a loving way, not holding him in place. And the daddy is encouraging every man to use his boy. I have seen at least three men cum in him. I wander over closer as the fourth man fucks and shoots a load in the kid. I watch another man just fuck and leave. I kneel and taste the collected loads. I stand up and slap my cock on the kid’s mounded jock pouch. “You want those loads fucked deeper into you…?” The boy is breathless. His Daddy answers. “Do it. Fuck those loads into him.” I do. Slowly and deliberately. Rod watches. I pull out to make room for a man who looks like he is about to drop his load. He slips in and cums fast. This time Rod churns it. We move away as another man is welcomed into the kid’s ass… * A switch has flipped in Rod. Maybe it was watching that kid—but his assneeds my dick—and he says so. The bench, next to the boy being loaded, is free. Rod climbs on. I spend a long time licking and tonguing his butt. Getting reacquainted with a hole I used to know like few others. I stand up and fuck. He feels great. Rod tells me so, until he gets a piss slick dick in his mouth. I grin at the guy in a leather harness across from me as we fuck our respective holes. “Switch?” I ask. He nods and we change. Rod is getting just what he needs. He loves the taste of his ass on my cock. “Come fuck me,” Harness Guy commands. He stays in place in Rod’s ass and I move around behind him. His hole is wet to the touch. I slide in easily. “You do the work,” I tell him, standing still. He fucks into Rod—and back on me. All three of us groan. The kid in the sling next to us takes another load and his Daddy proudly announces “Number eight!” This guy feels great—but I want more. I tell him to get on the bench with Rod. He lays down on Rod, chest to back. I have two holes to fuck—to go back and forth. I fuck Rod. He groans. I have to stand on my toes to get into Harness Guy—but I can. And do. I give him half a dozen strokes. Back to Rod. He is panting now. Once more into Harness Guy. As I pull out, Harness guy rolls off Rod onto his feet. I plow into Rod. And shoot. Noisily. Harness Guy jerks—and grates out, “Let me in…” I move. His cock just makes it into Rod before he shoots a massive load. I go to my knees. I clean his cock as he pulls out. Harness Guy lets me—and then pushes my face into Rod’s cum dripping hole. I tongue it. I swallow our mixed jizz. My cock is still hard I am so turned on. I stand up and churn the loads…and shoot again. * It was reported that the young man in the sling with his daddy took 10 to 12 loads. They lost count. Late that night, as I got ready for bed, I found a phone number stuffed in my sock… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Palm Springs: The Massive Piss Party (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October 25, 2021-
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