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I've been looking at this site for years but never had anything worth posting. This is actually true. And I don't know how I feel about it yet haha. It's recent. No need to console me--I'm fine. I don't feel the need to go to the police or anything. I deserved this. Anyway, hope you enjoy... (Part 1) I'm a young guy. 19 years old. 5'11" 175lbs. Body hair is neatly trimmed... A little above my dick, but not the unkempt bush that most guys have. And hair under my arms and on my legs, but that's about it. Keep everything else hairless. Up top, I've got brown hair, tight fade, long on top, very clean looking... Grew up with a strict military father and no mom around. I'm kind of twinky, but masculine. I'm an athlete...a baseball player. I've played since I was a kid and play in college now. I'm good too. I've had some minor leagues talk to me, but I really want to get my degree. Which means baseball probably won't go anywhere for me. By the time I am out of college, I'll be too old to get started. But I enjoy it, and it keeps me in damn good shape. And I mean *damn* good. Killer abs and a tight body. Nice butt too. I'm also smart--I go to a good school and get good grades. I'm double majoring in English lit and economics. A weird combo, I know. I'm flirty and fun, but don't really date girls. But I still think most people would assume I'm straight. I'm definitely not out. My father would fucking kill me. I honestly live a pretty ideal life. Family money, a killer body, charm, intelligence... only one problem... I've been watching rough raw gay porn for years. And I'm destined to be a bottom slut. I got on Grindr recently... made me nervous to put a pic out there, but I went for it. If I was going to do it, I might as well go for it, right? A cute shirtless mirror pic with me licking my lips. And I took a bunch of others I'd share with people if they asked--my dick, my tight hole, and plenty of my muscled abs pics... I finally started chatting people up. Went on and on like that for months. I'd chat for a while. Exchange some pics. Jerk off. Go to sleep. Do it all over again the next day. Honestly, I never found anyone on there I wanted to meet. They all just wanted some quick fun. And while I definitely wasn't looking for a relationship, I was still a virgin with guys. And I wanted someone who would give me a first time worth remembering. Oh, and I'm picky af. My ideal guy is 30's, maybe 40. No older. But really good looking. Gym fit. A little hairy, but trimmed nicely. Someone who takes care of himself. Big cock. And dominant. A top for sure. I was nervous as hell to lose my virginity, and I needed someone who would take it from me. Not like rape me or anything. But someone who would be forceful and not let me back out. I also wanted someone who would use a condom. As turned on as I was by raw sex, I wasn't ready to do it. I wasn't on prep or anything. And even if I was, I would still require a condom. One day, I opened the app and saw him. Michael. His profile said he was 36. Hot as all fuck. Fit with amazing abs and strong arms that looked like they could pick me up and throw me around with ease. 6'3". Hazel eyes that looked brooding and angry and condescending all at once. They made me melt. A little hairy, but trimmed nicely. A happy trail that made me want to get on my knees and lick. His profile description said, "Looking for someone to take it. I don't give af about you. Now give me your hole." He said he was dominant. Obviously haha. And always a top. His status was blank--that should have been my first clue. He never mentioned condoms either. He had messaged me. "Hi boy," was all it said. For two days I didn't message him back. But I jerked off to his pics a few times. Then one day when I was furiously jerking, he messaged me again. (to be continued)
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BLACKMAILED FOR MY ASS Dan was a nice guy that I met online. He’s ‘straight’, married to a woman who was at work too much, and wanted to dip his toe in the guy pool. That’s where I come in. After chatting online for a couple of weeks, his wife went out of town to visit her mother in another city. This left him with the house to himself to finally play and indulge in the fantasies he’d been getting off to for who knows how long. I’m no model pin-up or anything, but some people think I’m attractive. And I’ve got a great, fuckable ass that would never turn down a load. From the pictures Dan had sent me, he’s about ten years older than my 45, more of a Daddy, and attractive in his own way. Not all burly or buff, just a regular guy with slightly thinning hair and a slightly thickening middle. But that’s okay. It was his dick I was interested in, anyway. The rest never mattered much to me. I arrived at his place as planned and ready to play. I wasn’t in the mood to waste time, so as soon as I got in the front door, I dropped to my knees and fished his cock out of his shorts -even before he got the door closed! He was a little panicked at that, but also surprisingly turned-on. Maybe he had a little voyeur in him just aching to get out. I sucked him to hardness and then he was ready to fuck. Neither of us was in the mood to waste time, apparently. I was liking him more and more. We’d talked about condoms already and I told him I don’t like them. Well, more than that -I wouldn’t accept them. If he wanted to fuck me, he would have to do it raw or not at all. He’d been stuck using condoms on his own wife for years, so he was kind of eager to fuck someone without. Lucky me. Especially with the choice piece of meat he had swinging between his legs. The perfect size for me, really. Not too big, not too small. A decent thickness that you can no doubt feel but won’t be destroyed by upon first entry. I’d already lubed a little at home in hopes that he would want to just get down to the deed, so right there in the entry way, he spun me around and placed my hands up on the wall like I was a perp and he’s a cop about to frisk me. He did feel me up and down while I was in this position, but when he got to my lower half, he yanked my nylon trackies down to my ankles, exposing my bare butt in nothing but a jock strap. I heard him make an approving growl in his throat, and then seconds later his fat cock head was pressed against my opening. I hadn’t been fucked in a while, so I knew it might be a little rough getting started. I closed my eyes and tried to think relaxing thoughts, willing my hole to relax and open up naturally for him. This actually does work for me, and it did now. It’s like easing the tension from your shoulders, only with my butt hole. I felt myself relax and then like magic my hole just yawned open and his cock slowly slid a couple of inches in. “Jesus!” he hissed. “It’s like your hole is eating me up! Fucking unreal!” I felt it, the minor discomfort of taking someone in me after so long without, but it felt so damn good, all I could do was moan. He moaned his appreciation, too. And then he slowly sank the rest of his shaft in me until he was balls deep. He held there for a moment, reaching around and pinching my nipples, which got my hole fluttering over his cock. I guess that was the signal he needed to move, so he started rutting his hips, lightly smacking my butt cheeks with his abdomen with every sharp thrust. His strokes lengthened, and turned more frantic. Before long Dan was slamming full length in and out of me, his hands gripping my hips tightly, while we stood in the entry way of his house, grunting and groaning like animals rutting in heat. It was fucking awesome! “I . . . I don’t think I’ll last much longer,” he panted. “Do it, cum in me!” I yelled. More like begged, really. “Yeah? You like getting bred like a little whore?” he snarled in my ear, which really only turned me on more. He hadn’t said much of anything through the fuck, but this slightly rougher side was fucking hot. And when we’d been chatting online, I told him I liked to be called names and stuff while getting pounded, but at the time he didn’t seem all that into it. Glad I was wrong about that. “Fuck yeah!” I shouted. “I love getting bred! Cum in me!” I felt like a man possessed, but it was more like an addiction -I needed his seed swimming in my guts. “Take it, pig! Take my load up your whore ass!” he growled. I leaned my forehead against the wall, removed my hands from the wall and reached behind me to pull his hips flush against my ass so he was buried as deep as possible. I held him there for a moment, rippling my hole over the length of him, practically siphoning the seed straight out of his balls. That pushed him over the edge, he pulled back and slammed extra hard and extra deep, his arms wrapped around me so tight I could barely breathe while his balls emptied into my willing hole. I was in heaven once again. That moment is always heaven to me. He was breathing hard, his forehead resting on the back of my neck, as he collected himself and slowly withdrew his softening cock from my happy hole. I turned around to thank him but before I could utter a word, he reached up and grabbed hold of my face, pulling me into a passionate kiss. He’d made such a point of being a ‘straight’ married man, I never expected he’d want to kiss me, but kiss me he did! When we came up for air, I must have looked confused, because he said, “I just had to kiss you. That was the best fuck I’ve ever had. I couldn’t help myself. I just . . . I just needed to kiss you. Your ass is fucking amazing.” He was breathing hard and smiling wide. I’d done my job. We had agreed that our first meet would be brief, so we could feel comfortable, and also leave us wanting more. So I began to slowly dress myself, clenching my hole tight so I didn’t lose a drop of his cum. Once fully dressed, he kissed me again, and then I was on my way. He texted me later to thank me again, and to set up another fuck -soon! Over the next couple of days we swapped messages, just flirting until I could get over there again. But on the second day, I was at home later that night, and I got a strange message from him. Might be in trouble here, not sure how we should proceed. Ominous, right? I text him back, What’s wrong? The wife back in town? His reply was, My next door neighbor apparent heard us fucking, and saw us through the front window. He said if I didn’t want my wife to know, I had to let him fuck you the next time you come over. And he thought this was a problem? The more the merrier! What pig would ever turn down extra loads? I quickly sent a message back, telling him it was more than fine and to not even worry. What I didn’t know is that his next door neighbor had secrets of his own. Secrets that would change my life forever.
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After receiving many messages from a negative bottom here on breeding zone, I finally responded, and we began some back and forth pozzing chat. I told him how much I enjoyed fucking a tight hole raw with the sole purpose of knocking-up the bottom. He responded saying how much he wanted to be my bottom pig. After a few months of message exchanges, I told him I was ready for him to follow through, or to quit messaging me. He replied saying he was a four hour trip from my town, and he would plan a trip to my locale, and would get back to me with the details of the trip. Well, a month passed before I heard back from him, and was somewhat surprised when he opened saying he had booked a hotel room nearby for an upcoming weekend. I was skeptical, but just in case I told him to let his beard keep growing and not to let anyone fuck him until after our weekend. The Friday of his projected arrival, I had dinner and just watched some TV, not expecting him until fairly late as he wouldn't even commence his trip until after he got off work. Around 10:30, I got a call from him, letting me know he was at hotel. He sounded nervous, so I reassured him he'd be fine. I got in my truck and drove the 30 minutes to his hotel room. When he opened the door, I was surprised at how sexy he was - at (approximately) 5' 9", beefy with a belly, and a beautiful bushy brown beard growing up onto his chubby cheeks. He invited me in, and I could see how nervous and scared he was, so I gave him a big hug to break the tension. He relaxed, and I pulled his mouth to mine and gave him a deep kiss which lasted nearly a minute. "Damn you're a sexy cub," I told him, and asked where my bourbon was. He quickly grabbed the bottle he brought, and poured us a few drinks. As he did, I removed my shirt and hat, and made myself comfortable on the bed. He joined me, and as we drank he rubbed my belly and tits, and my cock began leaking precum inside my jeans. Once the alcohol was kicking in, I told him to get naked for me, and he quickly did, showing me a sexy cub covered in fur from head to toe. As he stood beside the bed, his 5" cock was arching upwards, oozing clear fluid out the tip. "Get my boots off, boy." I ordered, and lit my pipe. When he was finished, I had him put his head back on my chest and start sucking my nipples. So I'm just leaning back enjoying my pipe as he's working my nipples, and I ask him if he's ready to suck my dirty cock. He nods, and I tell him to remove my jeans and get between my legs. I start stroking my cock, working more precum out, as the cub watches me eagerly. "You sure you want it, boy? You want my cock in your mouth?" I grabbed the back of his head and guided him down on my cock. Seeing his hairy mouth open wide for me just makes me harder. "Suck it slow, boy- remember this first load is for your ass. I've been saving it all week just for your hole." The cub slowed his pace, and, looking down between his legs, I could see his cockhead was a bright red, and it glistened with his own juices. Pulling him off my cock, I positioned him on all fours, along side me, his hole convenient to my position. Gently fondling his balls, I segued to stroking his hole as I finished my pipe. He whimpered in pleasure as, initially, I rested the warm bowl of my pipe against his tight ballsack, only to slide it onto his crack and rest it on his opening. I can see his hole clench. Smacking his ass, I told him "What a good little fucktoy you're being. Put your head on the bed, pig, and keep your ass absolutely still for me." Now milking my cock, I scooped-up some of my precum, rubbing it on his puckered hole. "You like having daddy's tainted cum on your pussy, don't you, boy?" "Yes, sir," he unhesitatingly grunted. Noticing a string of clear cum leaking from his cock, I caught it with my fingers and added to the precum I had earlier applied to his hole. A finger inserted into his hole met resistance, but I keep going, urging "Open up boy. You got some of my precum in you now." He moaned in approval. Repeated I finger-fucked his hole, increasingly roughly, enjoying his moans as my assault intensified, and even more enjoying the tint of red that was showing-up on my fingers. It was time to progress to the next level. Getting to my feet, I had the bottom position his ass at the edge of the bed, which was the perfect position for me to slide my cock up and down his crack, spreading more of my toxic load onto his hole. He held perfectly still, even if breathing hard. Finally I began to work my head a little deeper, urging "Take my poz cock, baby. Open up for Daddy." While I couldn't understand the words he grunted, I could understand his level of excitement: he was actually cumming on the bed, and I wasn't even inside his hole. Naturally I quickly shoved my rock hard seven inches in his ass. He flinched in pain, even perhaps intending to extract himself from my control, but instead I held him still, as I hammer-fucked his ass. "Stop, man, stop," he demanded, but I wasn't about to comply. Without pausing in my thrusts, and as my balls tightened, I snapped "You're taking this load, pig, shut the fuck up!" His moans continued, which added to my perverse pleasure in seeing the streaks of red which alternated with the precum with which my cock was coated. So I fucked him still harder, ever harder until finally my balls erupted, shooting my six-day load deep inside his ass, my cock twitching inside my new pig. Panting hard, I announced "That's it baby. Take your first dirty load. Let it soak in. Let it make you a whore." His head hung low, his body frozen as I finished stroking my final drops of toxic cum into his coated boy cunt. Afterwards my cock plopped out and his hairy hole slowly closed, but not before I saw a little bit of my load leak out - so I scooped it up and pushed it back in. Waste not want no, you know. Lighting my pipe anew, I lay on the bed, ordering the pig to join me, gesturing for him to lay his head on my chest. Some tears ran down his face, and he hugged me for support. "Hush, there, Pig, it will be okay," I cooed, and when he calmed down I guided his mouth to my cock. He knew what to do, and without a word licked my tool and crotch clean. "Look me in the eyes," I ordered, and with my cock still lodged in his mouth, but his eyes were fixated on mine, I took a draw on my pipe, and admonished "Remember the taste of that cock. It's the one that knocked you up." We fell asleep, and twice in the remaining hours of the night I bred him again. In the morning I left for the day, but came back Saturday night and managed to fuck four more loads into him before he left Sunday afternoon. I continued chatting with him online, until finally eight weeks later he messaged me to let me know it took. He was officially knocked up. He let me know it made him hard to think about it, but he was scared and wanted to come visit again. I replied "No. My job is done, pig. You gave me your cunt to fuck and to knock up, and I did that. You're a whore now. Go fuck strangers. Go fuck bookstore trolls and old men. Go share your little bear pussy with anyone who wants it. You're a cumdump now. I prefer negative boys." He deleted his account the next day. NEXT!
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I was 22 and decided to go camping at the lake one July, just to enjoy the summer a bit before it was over, and to get away from the gay life I had just began exploring. After getting everything set up, I sat down beside the fire and continued drinking my beer. Other than the sound of some soft voices at distant camp sites, the camp site was very quiet. Just as my fire was dying down for the night, I heard someone approaching on the path which led to the main trail. I recognized the man from a neighboring site, as I had walked past earlier on my way to my site. He was about 50, bushy gray beard almost hiding his sunken face, and wearing only jeans and boots. His torso had no fat, cept for a small belly paunch which didn't seem to fit his otherwise scrawny frame. He reminded me of some of older guys at the bar who'd been ravaged by HIV before treatments improved. In his hand was a liquor bottle, which was half empty. As he got closer, I could see he had a septum piercing, a thick ring resting on his bushy 'stache. I called out a friendly hello as he came near the fire, and he raised his bottle as if to toast me, then took a giant gulp of the brown liquid. He sat down on a log next to the fire, and we began talking. I was drunk, but this guy was shitfaced. Friendly as hell though, so I didn't mind. He was asking me all sorts of questions, what brought me here, was I having fun, etc. I just told him I was only here to chill out, and get drunk. He laughed and handed me his bottle and said "Drink up, buddy." I figured what the hell so I took a few gulps and felt the burn going down my throat. We kept talking, until finally I got up to go piss at the edge of the campfire. Just as I was thinking how drunk I was getting but having fun regardless, he appeared standing beside me, pulled-out his dick, and also took a piss. I jumped a bit, but still kept pissing, noticing he seemed to be studying my stream, so I looked over at his as well. He shook his cock a little to break my stare, and I looked over at his face. He had a different look now. Intense and not as friendly as before. I wasn't sure what to say, and before I could figure it out he turned and started pissing on my exposed cock and shorts. I couldn't move as inside I was panicking. I'd never thought of anything like this, and here a stranger was pissing on me and I didn't know what to do. His stream stopped and I felt his hand on my shoulder, pushing down. I'm not sure why I did it, but I got on my knees facing him. He stepped forward, his dangling cock right in front of me, and began pissing down the front of me, soaking my shirt before lifting his cock and aiming right for my face. His hot urine splashed in my eyes and ran down my cheeks, and he put his hand on top of my head and ordered me to open my mouth. Again, not sure why but I did exactly as he told me. He let loose another steam of piss right into my mouth, and commanded me to swallow at all, like a good pig. I began gulping and swallowing what I could. I was repulsed, but doing my best. When his stream stopped, I opened my eyes to see his hard cock jutting out a full eight inches, his fat cockhead still wet with piss. It was a sharp contrast to his lean frame. With his hand still on my head, he guided my head forward into my open mouth, and began fucking it. A few minutes later, he pulled his cock out and began rubbing it on my face, telling me I was a good whore and to stand up. Standing there, I noticed that despite my wet clothes and taste of piss and cock in my mouth, my cock was standing at attention. The stranger grabbed me by my cock and led me to my tent. He stripped my clothes outside the door, and led us inside. He had me remove his boots and jeans, and then lay back as he climbed on top of me. I was turned on as well as scared, and he began sucking my neck, tonguing my ears, and finally kissing me deeply. The feel of his big beard brushing my body was unbelievable, and my cock got even harder as his aggressive foreplay continued. "You're my whore tonight, boy, so relax and enjoy" he said. I didn't reply, and soon his fingers were playing with my hole, trying to push into my hole. I moaned, and he laughed, calling me a virgin, but quickly adding not for long. He climbed onto my chest and began jerking his cock right above my face, commanding me to lick his fuck stick. I began lapping my tongue on the underside of his head, and he laughed and told me what a good pig I was and to keep eating his toxic precum. When I heard him say that, I damned near panicked but his weight held me down. I tried to raise up but he smacked my face hard with his hand, telling me to lay the fuck still. He grabbed his cock and smacked it on my lips, telling me to open wide or else I'd taste the back of his hand again. I opened wide, and he began slow fucking my mouth. "That's it piggy, suck my toxic cock like a good whore!" His thrusts continued, and the taste of his precum grew stronger. Deeper and deeper into my throat he fucked, until I was sure I'd puke. I began gagging hard and he pulls his cock out, covered in my thick saliva. Next, he's twisting my arm around as he slid off my chest, forcing me to move in the direction he's pulling it. I'm half screaming as he twists, and finally I was on my stomach as he held my arm roughly behind my back. "Now get on your knees, pig" he said, twisting my arm to ensure my cooperation. I fumble to do as he says, as the pain he's inflicting on my arm is intense. "Good pig- now put your other hand on your back." Grabbing my free hand, he was now holding both in place on my back, as he scoots in right behind me, his cock pressing into my crack. He seems to clear his throat, but then I hear and feel him spit a goober on my ass. He repositioned to hold my arms with one hand, and grabs his cock with the other and begins rubbing his cock and spit into my hole. I quietly ask him to please let me go, but he ignored me, steadily pushing into my hole, slowly, in and out thrusts, but I had clamped tight, trying to prevent his entrance. Again he spat onto my hole, as his thumb slid in deeper as he murmured "There we go, piggy, open up for Daddy." Working his thumb in and out, telling me he was coating my whore cunt with his precum. From the slickness of his thumb as it moved freely in my ass, and I knew he isn't lying. Suddenly, his thumb was replaced by four inches of his cock. It took my breath away, but he didn't pause until he was fully buried in my ass. "Good piggy, I'm gonna show you how I make a man my whore" he said, as he slowly fucked my virgin hole. "Oh yeah fuck. I'm leaking my load inside you now boy. You like that? You want your new Daddy to knock you up and make you his toxic pig? Pop your pussy cherry and knock you up all in one night? Make you a fuck whore for the rest of your life?" His cock was thrusting harder, and I could hear the sloshing noises as my ass loosened to his fucking. He then started his final assault. " That's it baby, milk Daddy's dirty seed into your cunt. Drain it baby." He plunged forward, pulling my arms back and making me scream, holding his cock in as deeply as possible. I felt his cock pulsate stream after stream, coating my guts with his load. In that moment, when I was completely helpless and forever changed when a stranger came inside my ass, my cock spurted the biggest load of my life. Afterwards the stranger released my arms, and I chose to remain perfectly still as his cock stroked gently in and out of my hole. He spent the rest of the night in my tent, and the rest of the weekend. By the time I left, I had eight poz loads in my ass, and my new Daddy.
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Since moving into San Francisco, I’ve been pretty content with a consistent group of tops that load me on a regular basis. However, last night after receiving multiple loads from one regular, I decided to become a backroom whore and I headed over to Powerhouse. Powerhouse is a bar that has a covered back area where the sex & smoking happens. I purchased a drink and went to check out the action. Although it was pretty early, there was quite a bit of activity, mainly dick sucking. But as the night went on and the guys got drunker, the fucking happened. I got several more loads in my still wet hole from a range of men – older to younger. I was thoroughly enjoying myself and my hole was opened up nicely when they started kicking everyone out at 1:30!
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“DOES THAT RAW DICK FEEL GOOD BOY? IS THAT WHAT YOU NEEDED?” The bottom had tried crawling forward, his body reacting to the infectious AIDS T-Bone I had just shoved in his booty hole - dry. He didn’t get far. His doggy masked head shook from side to side as his manicured pink nails - hidden inside his puppy costumed paws - tried to hold their grip on the edge of the bed. “GET BACK HERE BOY! STAY!” I snarled as I yanked my dick out of his rare hole, grabbed his wrists, dragged him back to where I wanted, and then mounted him again. My POZ drip mixing with his bloody hole was all the lube the pup needed. The pup’s dog tags jangled and jingled. “FEEL THAT BIG DICK KNOTTING YOU BOY?” He might have said something, but then arched his back and yelped like a good pup when I yanked out and slammed back in. I yanked out again, took a second to admire his furry little hole - surrounded by a touch of pink, now red, skin. His hole was the only thing on his body not covered by his pup costume, which was just fine by me. All I needed was someplace to bury my AIDS T-BONE. “BIG AIDS DICK IN THAT ASS BOY - FUCKING YOUR PUPPY HOLE!” The boy bucked, I laughed, grabbed the back of his collar, slid the fingers of both hands underneath and twisted and pulled back. The pup bucked and yelped and my AIDS T-BONE buried a little deeper. “I GOT A SHIT LOAD OF HOT AIDS GRAVY FOR THAT PUP HOLE BOY - FULL OF VIRUS KIBBLES AND BITS!” His little paws were useless. I turned my head to the left and admired myself in the full length mirrors he had on the wall. The small lenses of his two video cameras were not easy to detect, but I made sure they got the shots. I hope he enjoyed watching this later. I hope he enjoyed seeing my wasted body, the skin that hung slightly off my muscles, the ribs that showed in my chest, my hollowed out cheeks and lesioned skin. “THAT’S IT - WHIMPER FOR ME PUP. MY AIDS T-BONE DICK IS FILLING THAT ASS UP - TURNING YOU INTO A FULL FLEDGED BITCH!” The pup gurgled his agreement as I twisted the collar tighter and started to long dick that ass with deeper, filling, stretching and wrecking strokes! I had been eyeing the pup online for a while now. I knew his habits, his secret desires, his voyeuristic pleasures. I knew he liked to secretly record and live stream anonymous dick fucking him. I knew he always insisted on safe sex only - something which he was not only vocal about, but condescending to those who held a different approach to life. “I’M YOUR AIDS SIRE PUP! UNMEDICATED DADDY DOG DICK SLICKING UP YOUR LITTLE HOLE - BUSTING IT OPEN WITH MY BIG KNOT - THAT FORESKIN SLIDING BACK, GETTING READY FOR MY POZ NUTT TO SPADE AND FIX YOU!” A loud, clear, yelp escaped the pup’s lips as I tore open a new path of destruction in his guts. I pressed down on his shoulder blades with my left hand, turned my body clockwise with my dick still buried deep in his furry ass. We formed an AIDs’ cross, ready for his crucifixion. I took my right hand and pushed his right leg outward so his hips raised up a bit, giving me head on access to his sidewalls. “YEAH BOY, PLAYING FETCH. TAKING MY AIDS T-BONE SMACK IN THEM ASS WALLS. OPENING THAT FURRY HOLE SO WHEN MY BALLS MAKE YOU PREGNANT THERE WILL BE LOTS OF BRUISED AND BLOODY SPOTS FOR THEM BABIES TO HOOK UP TO!” The pup’s hole was smearing my dick good now, creaming for my AIDS T-BONE. I yanked out, the pup’s body spasmed from the sudden evacuation, and I easily rotated my position. I used my right hand now to press down between his shoulders keeping his body on the bed and adjusted his left leg and held it so I could damage the other side of his ass walls. The pup’s whimpering told me he was hungry. “GOOD PUP READY TO SUCKLE SOME POZ MILK OUT? GET THAT ASS BACK HERE - THAT’S IT - RIGHT ON THE END OF THE BED AND DROP THEM LITTLE HIND LEGS DOWN. I’M GOING TO DRIVE MY AIDS T-BONE RIGHT UP THAT HOLE AND SQUIRT MY VIRAL MILK! GOOD PUP - TAKE THIS AIDS T-BONE! FEEL IT PUP? FEEL THAT KNOT SWELL? YEAH WHIMPER FOR ME LIKE A GOOD PUPPY - WHIMPER FOR ME AS YOUR SIRE BREEDS YOU - BEG FOR MY POZ MILK! BEG FOR IT PUP - BEG FOR IT - FILLING YOUR PUP ASS UP YOU FUCKING BITCH! FILLING YOU UP!” A couple of hours later I got up my nap. Filling a NEG hole up is always the best thing to get me set for a long nap out in hammock in the afternoon sun. I wiped the sweat from my brow, adjusted my eyes, and pulled up the pup’s homepage. Fuck yeah! Folks had liked our scene and had rated it five WOOFS! Lots of comments about ‘what a great set up’, ‘hot role play’, the ‘realistic fake fluids’. I’d give pup a couple days. He’ll come scratching at my door begging to be let in and when he does, I’ll be ready. (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)
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I am curious as to how many guys prefer to pay for their porn and how many are just happy enough with short porn clips on tube sites Personally I love watching porn and as someone who respects the art of pornography and nudity I want porn stars to be able to earn a decent wage and not have their work be taken advantage of (and before anyone says anything I am not accusing anyone on this site of doing so I am speaking generally as the porn industry is a very hard industry to be in while also saying that being in porn is my dream job but I digress) But back to my original point Who here prefers to pay for their porn and who just prefers their porn to be free I am currently subscribed to two different sites (I have subscribed to almost every premium gay porn site as well as paid for hundreds of onlyfans/justforfans accounts as well as tokens on sites like chaturbate and cam 4 As of right now, I am subscribed to multiple content creators on both onlyfans and justforfans as well as the following sites Gay: RawFuckClub Treasure Island Media Straight: Team Skeet But I am curious to hear everyones view on paying for porn Please keep it respectful in the comments. Everyone's opinion is a valid one
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This actually happened, It was almost closing time at the dance spot I like to go to. A handsome guy about 5' 10" - 6', dark haired, green eyes and a pretty nice build he commented on how good a dancer he and his wife thought I was , she reached around him and said her name was sue and her husbands was mark. I got the vibe right away this wasn't my first time getting approached for a 3-way, a lot of woman think my moves translate well into the bedroom, they're right. I'm a really good fuck (that's what I've been told) apparently they'd done 3-ways before but always with another girl. this was something that sue wanted to try, she'd only ever been fucked by her husband, she was about 5'6" small but very bulbous breast like two heavy Grapefruits dirty blond beautiful blue eyes everything about her said "innocent" but truly she was running the show he did whatever she wanted him to do that included asking me to come over for a little party at their house. he was good looking she was smoking hot, of coarse I said yes! we get to their house not a lot of small talk, she is really horny now. I don't know what happened in there car on the way over but she was very grabby, she tells him to "take off your clothes" so I go to take mine off too. I get my shirt off take off my pants before I take my boxers off she's right there at my feet , she tells him to "come here" so they're both kneeling at my feet , I'm thinking this is different I'm not use to a guy being so "face close" to my dick , I'm getting harder by the second. she grabs my cock through my boxers and her eyes get big , she tells him to grab my cock he does , she says "Oh my god look how big it is both our hands are on it and there's room left over" they both began kissing each other passionately still holding my cock which is now it's full 9 inches. I'm just a sex toy for them.....I'm ok with that! lol she went to suck me kinda biting a little, she's really but can't open her mouth wide enough she get the head in but can't go down any further , she was amazed by my size I looked down to see him jacking his cock I can see that I was literally twice the size of her husband if not more, he's looking at my cock just hypnotize by the sight of his wife struggling to take my dick in her mouth she stops and orders him to suck it, he's a little hesitant she says "do for me I want to see you try some dick too" he lick it then opens his mouth and get the whole head in and goes almost half way down before he starts to gag and cough she say "good Boy" she wanted to get fucked immediately no foreplay no lube , nothing , she tells me to lay down face up on the bed , she straddles me , while kissing her husband she lowers herself down I feel another hand gripping my dick her husband is guiding my cock into her, I can feel every inch as I go in she's so tight like she's never been fucked before I can feel her pussy stretching and tearing her little hole open as she forced herself further down on to my cock! I feel her insides opening up around me as my fat cock head plows into her, her husband started licking and wetting her pussy with my cock inside, every now and then he'd lick my shaft to help lube it to make it easier to slide in, I hear him tell her "his balls are massive too" as I feel him lick and play with my big hairy balls (I don't shave 'em) I'm finally almost root deep insider her at least 8 1/2 inches in so I slowly fuck her first with short thrust, and slow out and in , eventually I'm Fucking her so hard my huge ball are swing an slapping him in his face he seems to be in shock that his wife is taking so much dick! she's not moaning she's screaming like someone is hurting her shouting "holy fuck I'm cuming again!" I'm on my back bouncing her up and down on my dick she's shaking and man screaming to high heaven "FUCK MEEEEE" "Ive Never Been Fucked" "oh my God it's so big!!" Fuuucckkkk" at one point I pull all the way out to ram it all the way in but her husband grabs it and tries to suck my cock, she slaps him playfully "now you know what a real man size cock is!" he just nods his head jacking is little dick and eating her pussy then licking the head of my cock a bit then sticks in back in to her, she falls down to the root of my dick again and starts screaming like I stabbed her she's shaking and convulsing her husband puts his little cock (maybe 4 inches hard but really huge Balls) in her mouth and starts shooting his load which is a huge amount he's spraying as much cum as me maybe Evan more. it's dripping on my face and mouth it taste really sweet, I finally shoot my load deep inside her stretched out cunt, so wet and juicy making plunger sounds as I fuck my load deeper into her, she falls off my still hard cock and starts sucking me I can feel a load building, he gets next to her and is kissing her and their taking turns jacking me and trying to get my cock in their mouths all of a sudden im shooting another load that they both start licking and cleaning me up! he gets under her and starts eating her pussy, and now she's cumming again very loudly , she leans over and said in my ear but loud enough for her husband to hear "Thank you. that's the first time I ever felt fucked!" her pussy was a little bit torn and defiantly wrecked I could see pink in the cum dripping into her husbands mouth . that was the first time I had gotten together with mark and sue. we met two other time one time with mark alone that was an interesting afternoon!
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This is actually a true story (I hope you stroke to finish!) This guy was visiting our office on business from Wyoming , during a 3 person meeting with my boss and him i noticed he kept looking down at my bulge which started to grow because i noticed him looking ,i was trying to hide it from my boss because now it was becoming a full blown hard-On, (i get really hard sometimes when people look at my cock) today was bad timing for me because i wore boxers to work, as i got harder my 8 inches ended up sticking out the top of my pants so i was trying to hide it under my shirt but every time my boss would turn away from me i'd flash my boner at this guy , after the meeting i'm waking down the hall and he's practically begging for me to meet him for a drink and "Hang out", i told him "I don't drink but I'll come by and fuck you if you'd like". he was shocked at my honesty, and said oh no he'd never fooled around with a guy before without his wife and he hasn't been fucked before, he admitted he want to play with my cock because he'd never seen one this big in real life, He seemed like a nice guy so i'm like hey i who am i to turn down a blow job, lol so i went to his hotel room after work, he was drinking and talking about how he was thinking he was more Bi than straight and wanted to try sucking my dick, so of course i let him, before long he was trying to deep throat me but couldn't (He got a good 5 inches down without choking), i said hey let me try a something he said "what" i said "Can i eat your ass?" he was very hesitant but the minute my tongue touched his hole he was moaning and dripping pre-cum all over, eventually he got so horny he started say stuff like "Eat my Boi-Pussy" he got so out of his mind with horniness he started begging me to fuck his hole! after a good 30 or 40 mins of me pounding him into tomorrow in a lot of different positions eventually i'm fucking him back up on his knees and i'm really close about to cum and all of a sudden he's shooting his load all over the bed, just cuming uncontrollably without touching himself. i feel his hole spasming around my cock gripping it like a vice so tight around like a suction and i begin cuming too, pumping him full of my load, i spray a huge load deep in his guts i feel it pumping into him . as i pull my cock out it leaks and pours out of the wide open gaping hole I made. It started out sooooo tight but i really opened him up, he said that was better than any Pegging his wife ever gave him! i said i know "I'm a really good fuck"
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I started having gay sex last year and after taking my first loads, I had to do it again, and again, and again. I’ve always liked girls romantically, but crave cocks, and since I started barebacking all I can think about is cocks pumping sperm into me by the buckets. Since starting this journey I immediately got on PREP, so I could become a total cumdump. I wanted to do this badly, but now that I’ve started, I realize I’m taking at least 20 loads a week, and I can’t stop. Literally, I cannot go a day without craving it, and it seems that the more loads I take, the more it takes to satisfy me. I always wanted to get married and have a normal life, but this is so addicting I’m not sure I could ever stop. Is this forever, and to everyone that started this, was it worth it?
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PART I In the summer of my senior year in high school, I had just turned 18, I suddenly started looking less like a boy and more like a man. I gained 20 pounds of muscle, jumping two full weight classes on the wrestling team. My chest became muscular and defined almost overnight. My boyish stomach developed into six distinct muscles that flexed and tightened on demand. In addition, my ass wasn’t flat anymore - it was a genuine bubble butt, a jockboy muscle ass. Even my dick seemed to get fatter and longer. Girls started noticing me. And something else started happening, also: when I walked around town, the occasional man would shoot hungry glances at me, devouring me with his eyes. The truth is, I wanted to be devoured, and every night, when I quietly jacked my dick under the covers, I’d think about my wrestling coach, Mr. Pitt. He was in his late 30s, with jet-black hair and dark, playful, wolfish eyes. He always had a thick layer of scruff on his square jaw, and his torso was just fucking perfect: I’d never seen him with his shirt off, but he definitely had a hairy chest, and his hard pecs were always visible under his tight-fitting polo shirt. From the moment I met the guy, I jacked off almost every night wondering what his cock looked like, imagining what it would be like to touch that chest, that hair, those nips. The assistant wrestling coach, Mr. Strickland, was every bit as hot. A former college wrestler now in his mid-20s, he was a dirty-blond, green-eyed Midwestern jock dude with a massive bulge in his crotch. One time I happened to see him playing basketball shirtless, and I just stopped and stared: his schlong bounced up and down in his loose gym shorts, and his muscled chest was covered with a sexy layer of dark-blond fur. Coach Pitt and Coach Strickland—the brown-haired dude and the blond guy. They were like the Hardy Boys, all grown up, strutting around the halls of our high school with their dress pants stretched tight around their cocks. At the beginning of my senior year, Coach Pitt started paying a lot more attention to me. He made me team captain. He and I would often demonstrate wrestling moves together, and sometimes his hand would linger on my ass after he’d pinned me to the mat. And like all team captains at our school, I was responsible for helping him clean up the equipment after practice - which meant that I got to the locker room 30 minutes late every night, after all my teammates were gone. Then I’d shower by myself, get dressed, and head home. But something funny happened about a week before Christmas: after my shower, I was toweling off in front of my locker, bending over the bench to grab my briefs. And I swear I felt someone staring at me. I turned back toward Coach Pitt’s office, but he was concentrating on some paperwork at his desk. I began slipping my briefs up my calves and thighs, snapping the elastic around my butt, and again I sensed someone was watching - but when I looked up, Coach Pitt wasn’t looking at all. I figured my mind was just playing tricks on me. The next night was even weirder. After I got dressed, I walked past Coach Pitt’s office. His office was composed of two rooms: the front room facing the lockers, and a back room suited for physical therapy and private meetings. The door to the backroom was just barely open, and through the crack I could see Coach watching something on a computer. His back was turned to me, but as I looked closer, I could see that it was porn. And not just any porn - it was gay porn. From what I could tell, Coach Pitt had both of his hands on his cock, jacking like crazy to a scene where some dude was pounding a tight muscle hole. But then he suddenly froze in place, as if he could sense me watching. He tilted his head to the side, listening. And before he could turn around, I ducked out of the locker room and into the night. The next day was the last day of school before Christmas break. As I showered up, Coach Pitt poked his head into the shower room. “Hey, buddy,” he said. I looked over at him. He was only wearing a towel loosely draped around his hips. I stared at his perfect hairy chest, his taut abs, the dense thicket of hair just above his cock bulge. His body was even hotter than I’d imagined in all my jack-off fantasies. A few moments passed before I realized that I was staring. Startled, I looked toward the wall. “Didn’t mean to scare you, Lance,” Coach said, cracking a devilish grin. “Do you mind if I shower in here? The shower in my office is on the fritz.” I shrugged, trying not to reveal my excitement. “Cool,” I managed to croak. He swaggered to the opposite wall and turned on a showerhead. Meanwhile, my cock, no longer a boy’s little dick, but a man’s cock, fat and veiny, began to throb and grow. Then I heard his voice “You’re looking really great these days, Lance.” I turned around to look at him, and saw something I hadn’t even dared to see in my dreams. Coach Pitt stood under a full stream of water, his eyes closed, his face turned upward into the shower, shampoo streaming down his torso, down his abs. As my eyes descended down his body along with the water and the suds, I saw that everything was cascading around his giant cock. He was completely hard. His beautiful dick extended a full nine inches from his abs - a man’s cock, that made me feel like a boy all over again. Panicked, I turned back to stare at the wall. My dick was also now totally hard. I wasn’t sure what to do. Then Coach Pitt spoke. “Hey, Lance? Everything okay?” After a moment’s hesitation, I rotated my torso to face him, trying to hide my giant boner. He was still standing underneath the water, but now his legs were shoulder-width apart, his hands tweaking his nips, his hard cock visibly twitching. And there was a big ol’ grin on his handsome, scruffy face. I stared openly. I didn’t want to say anything. If this was a dream, I didn’t want to wake myself up. “You have the cutest fuckin’ butt, dude,” he said, reaching down to yank on his dick. “I’ve jacked my cock so many times thinking about your little jock ass.” He paused, then smiled. “You like my dick, huh? I knew you were a little cockhound the moment I saw you at your first practice back in freshman year.” I kept staring. He let out a low chuckle, then gripped his cock with his hand, the muscles in his forearm tensing as he began jerking off in front of me. “You wanna touch my dick, Lance?” he asked. “It’s cool, buddy. Just say it. You wanna touch Coach’s cock, huh?” I nodded. “What was that, boy?” “Yes, Coach, I want to touch your dick.” His smile got even bigger. “Good boy,” he said. “You smoke weed?” “Yes, Coach.” “C’mon, then,” he said. “Let’s go to my office. Hang out. Have a little fun. Cool?” “Yeah, OK,” I said, my body shaking with excitement. I followed him through the front office and into the back office. He closed and locked the door, then turned to face me. He brushed his hand against my chest, then reached around to the small of my back, drawing me closer to him. I could feel the heat of his breath. “Actually,” he said, “wanna try something even more fun than pot?” “Sure, yeah,” I answered. At that point I would have done anything - absolutely anything - to keep this dream from ending. He walked over to a desk drawer, opened it, and removed a glass pipe. “You’ll like this, buddy,” he said. All I could do was nod. I couldn’t believe I was standing in Coach Pitt’s office, the two of us in nothing but towels. “Here: put it to your mouth. I’ll light it. Wait. Just wait for it. You’ll see a little wisp of smoke coming out of this hole here, and then you start inhaling. Now. Start. Good boy. There you go. Keep inhaling. Good.” I blew out a cloud of white smoke. “Do it again,” he said. I obeyed. And a third time. And a fourth. Then he took the pipe and lit it for himself, blowing the smoke into my mouth, then kissed me, his beard rough against my lips. He growled, asking “How ya doing, buddy?” I wasn’t sure how to answer that. My head was buzzing. My cock was unbelievably hard. And something in my butt - well, it almost ached. Like the beginning of a hunger pang I’d never felt before. Coach Pitt dropped his towel, then removed mine. He stepped closer, rubbed his nips against mine, his cock against my stomach. Then he kissed me as his hands wandered down to my jock butt, each hand on an asscheek, spreading my hole. I arched my back just a little bit, and my ass spread wider. He grinned. “That smoke made your hole hungry, huh?” I nodded, and he laughed again. “I’ve got a confession, boy,” he said. “My office shower’s actually working. I just wanted an excuse to get naked with the hottest little stud on my wrestling team.” He leaned in to kiss me again, and this time I kissed him back, hungrily. He growled as his fingers hovered over my hole. “You ever take a man’s cock in this sweet little cunt?” I shook my head. He pulled me closer, grinding his abs against mine. “You gonna give up your smooth, pink, tight virgin ass to Coach? Let Coach dick you deep, slap his balls against your ass, pound you like the sweet hungry fagboy you are?” “Yes, Coach.” “Yes Coach what?” “Please fuck me, Coach. I want your dick inside me so fucking bad.” “Thatta boy," he said, then paused. He lowered his voice. "You gonna make Coach wear a rubber?” I didn't answer right away. Everyone's supposed to use rubbers, right? But then Coach slipped his hand back around my butt and spread my fuck hole with two fingers. “Your Coach fucks the way men are supposed to fuck. Raw. Natural. I want to feel the skin of my fat cock head splitting your little jock butt wide open. I want to feel the heat and hunger of your virgin hole against my bare dick. And you’ll let me do that, won’t you? Because you’re Coach’s good boy. Right, Lance?” “Yes, Coach. Fuck me the way you want.” “That’s what I like to hear. A true bottom boy surrenders his hole to raw dick. That right?” “Yes, Coach. Fuck me raw.” “And I won’t pull out until I’ve pounded my boy’s hole full of seed.” I don’t know why, but with those words I almost shot my load without even touching myself. Coach saw my eyes get big, and he grinned. “See? You know, and somehow you’ve always known, that a man’s cum is what you need in this sweet little butt. I want to train my boy to spread his boy hole for cock. Beg for seed like a good bottom. The best bottom.” “The best bottom,” I murmured, nodding. “Let’s get you cleaned out, boy. I’ll show you how to get your ass ready for Coach.” With that he took me back to his private shower and pointed to a little red plastic bulb. “This has some liquid in it already,” he said to me. “It’s a homemade recipe to help my boy get ready for dick.” He reached down, spread my pink hole a little bit, and inserted the tip of the douche. Then he gave a hard squeeze. “Clench your butt, Lance. Keep it up in there.” At first I didn’t feel anything, but then my head began to tingle, and my dick twitched, and I felt a warmth and a deep, dark hunger radiating out from my guts. My butt seemed to pulse with a need to be touched, licked, fingered, fucked, filled. Coach Pitt smiled. “You feel that?” I nodded. “That, boy, is what it’s like to douche with your Coach’s slam piss. You don’t know what slam piss is, but you will. Enjoy the ride. Just enjoy it. But keep your hole nice and tight. Nice and tight for Coach. Good boy.” He turned me around, cautioning me “Keep that hole tight,” as he rubbed his cock up against my crack, adding “You’ve got some fur on this hole, boy.” I nodded. Just a few months earlier I’d started to get hair around my ass, and just a little bit on my chest. “Listen,” he said. “I love a furry hole on a man. But a boy like you? A boy getting his cherry popped? That boy needs a smooth fuckin’ pussy. You OK with me shaving your boy hole, Lance?” “Yes, please.” “Yes, please what?” “Yes please, Coach.” While his chem piss continued to radiate waves of pleasure all over my body, Coach smeared shaving cream on my ass. Then I felt the brush of a razor against my hole, and as he shaved me, I swear I could feel every hair surrendering to his blade. “There you go, buddy,” he said, slapping my ass. “Now go release that special brew that Coach squirted up your hole, then come back and I’ll fill you with the rest.” After a second dose of slam piss flooded my guts, Coach handed me the little bulb and told me to finish up. “And then you know what happens?” he asked. I smiled eagerly, responding “You fuck me, Coach?” “Not quite yet. First we’re driving back to my place, and we’re gonna hang out with Coach Strickland. He’s dying to see your boy hole. Would you like that?” “Fuck YEAH.” “Such a good boy. You want both of your coaches to pound you full of their seed, huh?” “Fuck YES. Please, Coach.” He paused. Then he drew me closer to him, kissed me, and brushed his beautiful dick across my abs. I could feel the pulse of his cock, so full of blood. I looked down at his massive, swinging balls, so full of cum. Then I heard his voice again. “I want to hear you say, ‘Please knock me up, Coach.’” “Please knock me up, Coach.” “Good. Now: ‘Wreck my boy hole, Coach. Please.’” “Wreck my boy hole, Coach. Please.” “Good boy. And finally: ‘Make me yours forever.’” “Make me yours forever.” “Very good, boy. Now go clean up. We’re gonna make this the fuck of your life.” MORE SOON...
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Last Friday was the first time I actually skipped a half a day's work for cock and seed. Fridays are just no good for me. I know I am hitting the backroom, I know I am going to get fucked by my Indian FB first and by lunchtime I am just howling for the day to be finished. Last week I was that horny at lunchtime I hit the video arcade just to suck a couple of cocks off and get a load or two pumped down my throat to whet my appetite. I had blown one git when this bald daddy walked into the booth next to me and produced a beautiful uncut schlong through the wall. I immediately chowed down when he pulled his cock out of my mouth and bent down saying "I only live around the corner wanna come back to my place i want to fuck you." I told him he hadn't douched but he said he had a douche tap - from that second on I was fucked - I knew I wasn;t going back to work. As we walked the five minutes to his place I was getting so horny just looking at him, big solid brute of a man with a cock and balls to match. I rang work telling them I wasn't feeling well. We got to his place and man what a fuck he was. Threw my 56 kilogram frame around as he wanted and my body was just in total surrender mode to him. After he bred me the first time, I was cleaning is cock when he said "wanna hang for a while for seconds." Was he kidding, of course I was going to hang for more of that cock. We had a beer and round two was as good as the first. After he finished he said "i just love sluts." Making small talk he said what's your plan for the weekends. I told him I have an Indian friend who fucks me most Friday nights and opens me up for my night in the backroom taking loads. "You are nice and open already, in fact your sluthole is gaping." There was no exchange of phone numbers etc as i figured he was one of those tops who got as much as he wanted (which he deserved thoroughly). I am just glad his first two loads pumped into me was the start of a 28 load weekend!
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Hey there, as mentioned on my previous post I come from a small city in Europe. I do have a very decent job and overall I’m happy with my life here, but. The big BUT is that it’s almost impossible to find sexually open minded guys here. Bear in mind for my previous job I did have traveled a lot: USA, Australia, all over Asia so now that I’ve decided few years ago for love to come back home I had to face the struggle of living in a place where sex, raunchy sex isn’t available. All the encounters require efforts, chatting, flirting and so on which for me it’s a huge turn off. I’m relying on jerking off like twice a day thinking of just being used, but it’s really frustrating. I was wondering if there are others like me: horny 24/7 and living in cities or areas where piggy sex isn’t the reality and how do you deal with it on a daily basis. Thanks in advance for whoever will spend some time to reply or text me. Huge hugs.
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Over the summer I'd been turning out this skinny white boy, Chris, who'd just graduated high school and was curious and wanting to do more with guys. Chris had played some with buds, but was scared about hooking up with random guys yet wanted to try it. He's that generic bland kind of pale, blonde haired guy, smooth hairless body, nice sized uncut cock, and curious about what it was like to get with a Latino guy. That's how I came into the picture. I was the first Latino guy to fuck him (so he said) and I was the first Latino guy he fucked (or so he said). He's a good fuck, his enthusiasm and excitement making up for his clumbsiness and lack of experience. I taught him how cruising works, the do's and don'ts, trying to make suggestive small talk and such. I explained how to hook up at the gym, and at the trail nearby and introduced him to Sniffies and Grindr. It was funny to be with him encouraging him on picking up a guy and he did good on his first try, going over to a guy's place to flip fuck. His dick gets a lot of attention but sadly he's more of a bottom, but it depended on the guy. He quickly came to like how raunchy Latino guys are and how easy it was to pick them up. And they liked him too. I took him to the club where they have CumUnion on Manana as they have play times on Sunday and he had a lot of fun there. I wanted to see how far he'd go, so I told him about a place on Webb Chappel Extension where guys hang out down in the concrete drainage channel looking to hook up. Chris was curious and so we went down one night and I explained to him what to wear, what not to wear, what to bring and what not to bring. He was kind of freaked out as some of the guys down in the drainage channel were kind of rough and thuggy but as soon as one flashed his big thick uncut cock he was down on it sucking it for all he was worth, pulling off his t-shirt. I was playing with a papi nearby and it was clear Chris didn't speak Spanish well enought to get by as the guy wanted him to finger his ass while he got sucked. I finally told Chris what the guy wanted and he started doing it, which got the guy moaning. Soon the guy told me to tell Chris to stand up and pull his shorts down as he wanted to fuck him. Chris did as told and the guy was spitting on his ass and working his cock in with just the spit and no condom. Chris pretty much never asked guys their status and just took them raw. I never asked him about his status, just presumed he was on prep but who knows. Chris was whining and moaning like crazy and most guys turned to watch the show going on. A few headed over for a better look. The guy fucking Chris was saying horrible nasty stuff to him in Spanish and I wasn't about to translate, but it was hot to watch and listen too. I was getting drilled by a hot papi chulo and was too into it to say or do anything about Chris. Other guys were stroking their cocks clearly wanting for the guy to finish and take their turn loading Chris's ass. Once the guy finished in Chris another guy took over breeding him. The guy breeding me finished and soon enough another guy took his place. I was having fun and left Chris on his own. Clearly he was getting what he wanted. The crowd thinned as guys got what they wanted and finally Chris said "no mas" to more guys drilling him and said he was ready to go. As we walked back to my car I'd asked him how many guys he'd taken and Chris admitted he didn't know. "That was kind of fucked up bro" he admitted. Back at the car we smoked a couple joints and drank few beers to chill out a bit. He admitted he didn't know if he could do that again as it was pretty raunchy and nasty. Yet a few days later I saw him back on Sniffies looking. I'd explained to him about the one neighborhood place that has a Friday night thing were guys show up and do whatever. It's mostly Latino guys but not as trashy or scary as the rough cholos that hang out in the gulley. He agreed to try it but that he would back out if he felt uncomfortable. Most of the guys there are like me, younger, not thugs, not trashy, but dealing with the pent up BS that we all deal with. It's pretty dim in the rooms, mattresses on the floors, and a chill vibe. Chris was undressing in the living room and a cute younger guy and he connected. They wound up going back to one of the rooms and I'm sure they had fun. I'm not gonna lie, I like the rougher papi chulos but found lots to like, and hook up with. I knew it would be more Chris's vibe and didn't feel the need to check in on him. Once I was spent I wound up bottoming and after a few loads walked around to see if I could find Chris. He was in one of the rooms gettting fucked with another guy's cock in his mouth. When the guys were finished I told Chris I was going to go as I was spent and he asked me if I could give him a ride back to his car so he could come back. Clearly he was enjoying it a lot and he told the guys who had been eyeing him for their chance he would be back soon. I dropped Chris back at his car and he sped off back to the house to get more. So Chris is back this weekend and messaged me to see if the house was still doing their Friday night thing, if the guys were still down in the drainage ditch and if the club on Manana is still doing their Sunday thing. I said all three were still a thing and out of curiosity went to the house on Friday night and he was there getting drilled. It was funny as he'd grown this scraggly ass beard and gotten a tattoo but he was his old self letting random dudes drill him raw, begging them not to pull out and to cum inside him. I swung by the drainage ditch Saturday night but there weren't many guys there looking as it was the end of the month and a lot of the guys needed to find ways to pay the rent. You could see quite a few guys on corners in the area, shirts off and clearly hustling near the signs saying the area is being monitored for activity. I always found that funny about the signs and yet the boys are out there selling anyhow, some flashing their cocks to passersby. I'd check Sniffies every once in a while and he was on there, so he was probably hooking up with guys off of it. Maybe the ditch was too much for him. I texted Chris to see if he was going to go to Manana tomorrow and he said he was and that we should have breakfast together before we headed over. Sunday came and we met up at the shitty Waffle House in the area. Chris looked like shit, his eyes bloodshot and he seemed draggy. He admitted he'd been partying with a couple who took turns drilling him and they were up fucking until late in the night. I joked he probably still had their loads in him and he admitted as much. He has a fake ID now and was at TMZ and then the Tin Room and got picked up by them at Tin Room and that he'd been hooking up with random guys throughout the day. I loved that his ass was already loaded and told him I wanted to add my load to it as soon as he got there. He got an evil grin on his face and said he wanted that and wanted to fuck me too, but that he was spent from last night. I didn't say anything but I knew as soon as he took a few loads he'd be horned up again. We got to the club on Manana and stripped down at the lockers and headed in. I wanted to fuck him in a booth, but he wanted it out in the open so guys could see he could be had. We found a bench and he bent over pulling his under pants down as I stroked myself hard and then slid inside him raw. His ass gave no resistence so clearly he'd been drilled like crazy yesterday. I was stroking balls deep in him, long deep full strokes almost all the way out and all the way in as he was loudly begging for my cock. Slowly guys wandered over to watch the show with one guy stuffing his cock down Chris's mouth and another finding its way in my ass. Taking the dick threw off my rythmn but also horned me up majorly as the guy started talking dirty to me. I let out a loud groan as I came, blasting my load deep in Chris's guts and not long after I could feel the guy fucking me blast inside me. I'd slid out of Chris and another guy moved in to fuck his ass as the guy fucking me kept stroking and telling me he wanted to cum inside me again. I was so into the guy drilling me I was scarcely paying attention to Chris had taken the other guy's load and now had another guy breeding him. The guy busted his second load in me and it didn't take long to find another guy who wanted to fuck me and we went into a booth to fuck. He was a kind of raunchy sketchy looking alternative Anglo guy who wanted me to fuck him like I had Chris and then he wanted to drill me and I gave him what he wanted. He was really into getting drilled rough and I brought it. Shooting my load inside him brought out a loud cry from him as he begged me not to pull out. It was my turn and he was pretty rough, choking me as he slid in me with no lube and fucking me mercilessly, calling me a whore and a dirty slut, saying he wanted to rape me and use me. You can't rape the willing, but I played along saying he should rape me, fuck me hard and with no mercy. And he delivered. I could feel my face flush as he serious was choking me out, pounding in me roughly as he called me a dirty faggot, a cumdump and more. It was a relief when he finally came as I wasn't sure how much more I could take. At the end I offered my number and told him I was really into him and wanted it again. Big mistake. He said no and that he couldn't do that and I told him that was cool. I know guys like him. This is their secret freak. They don't want to get to know the guy better or even see them again. It was one time and it was hot, but it was the law of diminishing returns. I've been there too. Outside the booth, Chris was still bent over the bench taking yet another cock. Who knows how many guys he'd taken while I was in the booth. After the hottie in the booth I wasn't sure there was anywhere to go but down, so I headed into the blackout room to take any load offered. I wasn't picky but also needed something less manic than the dude who'd bred me last. I love the smell in these rooms, a heady mix of jizz, ass, lube poppers, and sweat. A couple guys wanted me to fuck them but I had to explain I was spent. I was in there probably a hour and took three loads and by then I was done. I went back out to shower dress and leave and Chris was still there getting drilled, this time riding a dude's cock while a second guy was fucking him. There was still a crowd watching as he was truly putting on a show. I was transfixed watching as he was a totally different guy from the bloodshot sloppy mess a few hours before. One guy blasted his load inside him and then the other and I leaned in to say I was heading out. Chris seemed in a trace, merely mumbling "cool dude" and I was wondering if he was on something. I'm not his BF and not his guardian angel. Hell, if I'm you're guardian angel you are fucking out of luck bro. I headed out. He's a big boy and I'd prepared him for gay life as much as I could. I didn't hear from him again on Sunday. I did my own thing just as he was doing his own. I went out on my Monday morning jog, Labor Day, and saw he was on Sniffies and texted him. He said he had fun at Manana, but needed to sleep it off when he got home. He'd played with a few guys later that evening off Sniffies and was looking for more this morning. He had to pack up and head back to UT and said we should do lunch. At lunch he admitted he'd been tag-teamed by two Latino boys that morning and he'd bred them both too. He finally admitted he was gay and there was no point in trying to claim he was bi. "I guess it was something I had to tell myself and I believed it" but he admitted he wasn't interested in dating, he just wanted to have fun. I told him that was my philosophy as well. I can always settle down at some point but I want to have fun. I don't want to feel trapped with one guy and not able to try new things. He smirked an evil smile and laughed saying I got him. And I do. Chris is a lot like me ever though we're VERY different. We had a nice hug in the parking lot before he got in his car and headed back to Austin for more adventures.
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The title says it all. Better hurry summer doesn't last long.
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The Risk of Sharing Sarah Sarah and I had been married for four years before we started going down a path that we couldn’t come back from. We started dating in high school and were each other’s only sexual partner until we married shortly after finishing college. We both came from conservative backgrounds. Needless to say, we didn’t have a whole lot of experimentation or experience other than what we’d learned in ‘family planning’ units in health class and what we learned experimenting together. We had fooled around before getting married, but hadn’t gone ‘all the way’ until our wedding night. Looking back, I still think she’s the hottest woman in the world. I didn’t know she could ever be as filthy as she evolved to be. I also didn’t know that going down this path with her could have been such a turn on. Let me tell you how we got there. In college, I loved eating Sarah’s pussy, and we didn’t fuck until we were married. She was so tight. I loved opening her up with a finger or two and lapping at her fleshy pink lips. She got super wet and would rock back and forth so I could tongue fuck her. I always got her off with my tongue and fingers and she’d reciprocate by giving me great head. I’ve got a solid six inches, pretty thick from base to tip and a cut mushroom head. After a few tries, she was able to get my cock all the way down her throat so she could suck me and tickle my balls with her tongue. That kind of sex got us through college and the whole wedding planning process. We had a serious talk about our plan for birth control and condoms after getting married. She wanted to really feel me our first time, so we basically planned the wedding so our honeymoon would be in her safe time. On our wedding night, she rode me bareback no less than three times, and she let me cum inside her each time. After that, we’d have fantastic oral sex for her risky week and she’d let me go raw the other week, but always made me pull out just in case. The only time I wasn’t fucking her bareback was when it was her time of the month. Basically, that worked for four years with no scares and no need for her to go on birth control or for me to use condoms. Then, of course, the inevitable happened. She felt so good on my cock that I didn’t pull out in time. I thought she’d be furious with me, but instead, she loved it. She said that the risk really turned her on. So, we explored that for a few months. Risk can be such a turn on. Now, Sarah begged me to cum inside her three weeks out of the month, whether she was ovulating or now. I made sure to keep a supply of condoms on hand in case she ever wanted me to wear one, but whenever I tried to use protection, she egged me on to enjoy the thrill of the risk. She was getting more and more into the idea of risky sex. She told me that cum really turned her on, especially on or in her pussy. I had to admit that the sight of her freshly filled pussy really turned me on. I asked her if she wanted to go on birth control, and she did think about it, but decided it would kill the idea of risky sex for her, so we were now really playing cum roulette. One time, she begged me to ‘fill her up’ when it really wasn’t safe, and I have to admit it turned me on to know that I could be knocking her up. That turned us both on so much that I stayed hard, and fucked her again. I looked down to see my cummy cock slipping in and out of her, and it made me shoot inside again. That was the first time she took two loads. About this time, Sarah became closer to Kate, a mutual friend from college. Kate had been what we called a ‘fast girl’ and she had lots of boyfriends. I came home from work once a bit late, and they’d had a few glasses of wine together. As I entered the front door, I overheard Kate telling her something about ‘how good it felt, taking their cum. And even better having him eat it out of you!’ I even heard the unmistakable sound of a sopping wet pussy being fingered. Sarah was masturbating while Kate was telling her some naughty story. I listened to Sarah orgasm and catch her breath before loudly opening the door and announcing, ‘honey, I’m home!’ She met me at the door flustered and blushing. Kate winked at me and made her way out. Once she was gone, Sarah pounced on me and tore my clothes off. We made love, well, fucked really, right there on the living room floor. She begged me to ‘fill her up,’ and I knew it wasn’t a safe time. I asked if she was sure, and she just begged me. I shot a big load deep in her pussy and she came on my dick. I went soft and slipped out. She leaned back on her shoulders and spread her legs, showing me her cummy pussy. I’d never really examined up close what her tight little cunt looked like freshly fucked, puffy. Her lips were puffy and red, and my cum spattered all along her slit, slowly oozing out. She reached for my face, and I leaned in think she wanted me to kiss her, and instead, she guided my head down to her crotch. She pushed my face right into the cummy mess we’d made. I couldn’t pull back, so I just went with it. I lapped at her pussy and knew I was eating my own sperm as it oozed out of her slit. She moaned and cooed, ‘yeah, make sure you get it all. It’s not my safe time.’ And her body was wracked by an orgasm. I’d gotten her off on my tongue before we were married, and I wish I could say that my tongue got her off this time too. Her telling me to clean her out because she was ovulating was what made her cum. I honestly didn’t mind the taste or the texture. It kind of turned me on to know that my tongue might be all that stood between her egg and my cum meeting inside her. After that time, she nearly always wanted me to eat her out after filling her up. I never denied her what she wanted. I knew she and Kate talked about it and Kate even made one joke once asking if I was ‘developing any new tastes lately.’ I just grinned, certain they told each other everything. Sarah said, ‘soon, when I’m ready..’ and Kate just winked. One night after dinner and a bottle of wine, Sarah cuddled next to me on the sofa. She told me that she was really turned on by the risky sex we’d been having but wanted a little something more. I asked her what she had in mind, turned on by this sexy side of her coming out. She confessed that she fantasized about letting another man fuck her, maybe even letting him cum inside her one day. I was taken aback but told her that I’d naturally support her in whatever she wanted. She was overjoyed and we started to lay out a process to get another man’s cock, and possibly cum inside her unprotected pussy. I never felt offended, but unsure how to proceed. Sarah was mortified that someone other than me and Kate would discover her kinky risk fetish, so she enlisted Kate’s help. It turned out that Kate was really into risky sex too but had a lot more experience than me or Sarah. Kate was going to find a guy, a stranger to us, to fuck my wife. I suggested that we use some sort of protection with this guy. I mean, it was risky enough having your wife fucked by a stranger, so we agreed to use condoms this time. Sarah would get a new dick in her and see if she liked it, and I’d see if I could handle it. We agreed that if this didn’t go well, we’d wait for one year to sit and think about our risky marital monogamous sex. Kate made the plans, and one night after work in her safe time, as planned, a tall slim guy rang our doorbell. We’d never done anything like this before, so it was, honestly, awkward. He politely introduced himself as Bill and we had a glass of wine together. We repeated our terms and talked about how it would go. They’d kiss while I ate Sarah’s pussy and got her ready for Bill to fuck, safely. I was relieved that they both followed the plan. When I’d gotten Sarah wet and opened up, Bill pulled down his pants and hefted out a long skinny dick. I bet it was seven inches long. He rolled a condom on and it went about two-thirds of the way down his shaft. I realized then that this would not only be the only cock other than mine inside her, it would also be the first time she’d ever been fucked with a condom. I jerked off while Bill mounted her and slid inside. Sarah immediately came on his dick. He was about an inch longer than me and I knew he was hitting spots she’d never felt before. He pounded her cunt and talked dirty to her asking her if she liked him plowing her married pussy. He asked me if I wanted to fuck her after he’d stretched her out and opened her up. I nodded that indeed I did! He laid down on his back and had Sarah slide down on his pole to ride him. She grimaced as she sank down, complaining that the friction didn’t feel good to her. She asked if I’d help her out, and reached out to my face. Once again, she drew my face to her pussy, only now, it was full of another man’s rubbered cock. I stuck out my tongue and lapped at the spot where his dick penetrated her. He went so deeply that the entire condom was swallowed by her pussy. When he was deepest inside Sarah, it looked like he was fucking her raw. In that moment, I couldn’t help but think that I could never have imagined Sarah wanting an experience like this. And I knew we’d both be ok with doing something like this again. When Bill was close, he dutifully pulled out. Sarah hovered on her haunches as he blasted his load all over her pussy lips. I was grateful that none got in her. Bill got dressed and respectfully gave her a peck on the cheek. I was still crouched between her legs savoring the sight of her freshly fucked pussy spattered with a stranger’s seed. It was the first time she’d brought another man to orgasm, and his load was perilously close to her vagina. She told me she had a great time and wanted me to fuck her bareback and fill her up. I put my dick right inside her and pounded her until I shot my load deep into her cervix. When I pulled out, I realized that I must have fucked some of Bill’s semen inside her and I told her as much. She grinned and simply suggested, ‘then you’d better make sure you get it all out…’ I dove into her pussy and lapped all of the cum that poured forth, knowing that I was likely eating another man’s seed. The taste didn’t offend me, and I knew she liked it too. Sarah asked me to snap a few photos of her freshly fucked pussy and I was happy to record the sight. I was a little unnerved when she immediately texted them to Kate, who I’m sure passed them on to Bill. Not only had another man fucked my wife, he now had naked photos of her. I asked Sarah if she wanted to see Bill again and she thought about it, but decided instead that it would turn her on to have Kate find her a new guy. Kate arranged it. Sarah’s next partner was supposed to come over a month to the day from when we’d had fun with Bill, but his schedule changed, and he would up coming over a week later. This was a slightly less safe time than with Bill, but this guy would agree to wear a rubber too. Andy showed up right on time. We’d done this once before, so Sarah and I were a bit less nervous. Andy was middle-aged, a bit older than us, but he clearly went to the gym regularly and worked out. He was shorter than me but had a toned body that I knew would look hot fucking my wife. I was startled to realize that I’d never though anything like that before. As with Bill, I ate Sarah’s pussy while they made out. Then he got undressed and pulled out his thick cock. It was a little longer than mine, but much thicker. I knew Andy would stretch her out and it would feel amazing fucking her afterwards with her cunt opened up and loose. Andy put on a condom and slid into her pussy in one long slow thrust. She raised her hips to meet his cock. When he was fully inside her, his thick cock stretched her pussy lips wider than they’d ever been stretched. She groaned from his size and winced from the friction. Sarah asked me to lay down and she got on top of me in a 69-position, with my cock in her mouth, and I lapped at her puffy pussy as Andy slid back in. I didn’t mind his sheathed cock sliding back and forth over my tongue as I lubricated their sex. He talked dirty to her and told her that he could feel her pussy loosening up. He joked that I shouldn’t worry and she’d tighten up in a few days. Sarah reached back and spread her lips wide. Andy, the second stranger to have his dick inside my wife, pounded into her. He tore off the condom and sprayed his load right into her unprotected opened-up pussy. She immediately lowered her creampie right down onto my face. I eagerly lapped at her cunt as she deep-throated my dick. I wanted her to pull off so I could fuck her too, but she kept up her pace and I shot my load deep in her throat, my face covered in Andy’s cum. By the time we caught our breath, Andy had dressed and gone. Sarah asked me to get her a glass of wine, and when I returned, she was fingering herself taking selfies of her cummy open pussy and sent them right off to Kate. She asked me if I’d had fun and I had to admit that I did, but I was a little sad I hadn’t cum inside her. She spread her pussy and beckoned me to her. My dick slid right into her. I knew I hadn’t gotten all of Andy’s sperm off of/out of her, and I knew my dick was likely smearing his cum into her. I said as much, and she just moaned and repeated, ‘clean me out, baby. It’s not my safe time.’ As I fucked her, she whispered how good my raw cock felt inside her, and knowing it wasn’t her safe time made it even more hot. I fucked her as long as I could and added my load to the cummy mess slipping out of her sloppy pussy. Seeing my cum-covered cock slip out of her kept me hard. I would finger and eat her then fuck her some more. I know some of Andy’s cum made it deep inside her, and that I was responsible for that, and it turned us both on. We had been planning these extra-marital sessions every month or so, but Sarah was enjoying herself so much that she asked if we could try it every other week. Now, that meant every other session was likely to occur when Sarah was ovulating. I asked if that was a good idea and she told me that it was the whole point. The risk of getting knocked-up made her cum, and I liked being part of making her cum. Two weeks after our session with Andy, Kate arranged for one of her exes to come over to fuck my wife with me. I remembered Sam from college and knew Sarah had found him attractive then. Kate had told her that he was very well endowed and that she still slept with him from time to time. I wasn’t sure it was a good idea to meet with a guy who Sarah sort of had a crush on, but we did it anyway. When he showed up, Sam told us that he had fathered three kids and had a vasectomy. Sarah’s face lit up. She told him that the other guys had been ok with wearing condoms, but since he was ‘clipped,’ he could go bareback. Sarah made that decision on his own and all I could do was nod. Sam was by far the most well-hung man I’d ever seen in person, and as he’d be the fourth man to fuck my wife, he’d penetrate her the deepest. We hadn’t discussed the plan in as much detail as we had with the other guys. Sarah laid down on her back and Sam lined up his big dick with her mouth and face-fucked her pretty aggressively while I ate her out. I worked three fingers into her to help her open up for his big dick. Sam sat on the sofa, his raw dick pointing straight up. Sarah squatted over him and tried to sit on him, but he was just too big. Sam suggest I try spitting on his cock a little, so I did. Inches from my face, he tighten his muscles and it smacked against my lips. He asked me to get the head wet. I knew I was very close to blowing another guy, but I wanted my wife to be happy. She was cooing and leaned back. She pulled her pussy lips open with both hands and asked me to guide him into her. I grasped the base of Sam’s cock and aimed him right inside my wife. She slipped down to his balls. Sarah rode that man’s bare cock until he was ready to cum. He asked where she wanted it, and Sarah begged him to fill her up. I watched his cock tense up as he fired his blanks deep into her cunt. Sam didn’t excuse himself like the others had. Instead, he took photos as Sarah showed off her ruined bred pussy. He texted them to Kate as I lined my dick up and fucked my wife. She moaned and grunted saying next time she wanted twice as many loads inside. That made me cum. As we caught our breath, Kate messaged Sarah to ask if she wanted to see Bill and Andy again. They were jealous that Sam got to go bareback and they wanted to breed Sarah as well. With Sam, there had been less risk, but psychologically we both needed to see if she was ready to take bareback cock. Next time it would be two bareback cocks, plus mine, or so I thought. To weeks later, Sarah was ovulating on the night Bill and Andy came over. We knew we’d be taking the biggest risk we’d taken so far. Knowing that, we had to make a plan just in case she missed her next period. I suggested the morning after pill, going so far as to offer to pick it up from the pharmacy. She didn’t like that idea and told me she had a plan and she’d tell me at the same time as the other guys. Over two bottles of wine, Bill and Andy discussed what Sarah would like to happen. She was shy as she explained how much taking cum at a risky time turned her on. She looked at me to agree, and I honestly told them it turned us on. They asked I was ok eating their loads out of her as the only form of protection we would use, and I nodded. Sarah was thrilled and started kissing both of them. With two men there, I was more on the sidelines than I’d been when they fucked my wife solo. Sarah sucked Bill’s cock while Andy ate her pussy and fingered her ass. They switched places before getting her on her hands and knees and Andy slid inside. Andy complained that her sopping pussy wasn’t quite wet enough, so I crawled under Sarah’s heaving chest and lapped at her pussy and Andy’s raw cock. Rather than suck my dick, she gobbled at Bill’s cock. The two men switched places but Sarah and I remained in the same spot. As with Sam, Bill asked me to guide his bare cock into my wife. I lapped at the spot where their bodies me. Bill came first and planted his seed as deeply as he could. When he pulled out, a dollop of his cum dripped straight into my open mouth. I would have tasted more if Andy hadn’t slid right in and pounded her like his life depended on it. Andy was fucking my wife too aggressively for me to fuck-lick, so I just laid back and enjoyed the show. I’d never been so close to her orgasmic cunt as Andy shot his load. Rather than pull out immediately, Andy muttered something about letting his seed soak into her belly. He did soften enough to pull out, releasing a torrent of mixed cum pouring out of my wife. Sarah moaned as I went to lick her pussy, and she suggested we all have another glass of wine. So, we did. Sarah was seated on our sofa, and I watched a trickle of cum ooze onto the cushion. I asked if she wanted any help cleaning up her mess, basically offering to eat two strangers’ cum out of her, in front of them. It was a little humiliating, but the thought of it kept me rock hard. Andy grabbed his phone. It turned out that he’d snapped a few photos while Bill was breeding my wife, and Bill had done the same for him. I must admit they were hot. I was a little mortified that he sent them on to Kate. The guys finished their wine and left. I asked Sarah if she was ready for me to finish and clean her up. She asked me to text Kate and ask what we should do, so I did. Kate replied, RISK TURNS YOU ON RIGHT? YOU HAVE TWO OPTIONS TO TAKE THAT RISK TO THE NEXT LEVEL. YOUR WIFE HAS TWO LOADS INSIDE HER FERTILE CUNT. 1/ DON’T CLEAN HER OUT. LET THOSE LOADS SOAK INTO HER OVERNIGHT. 2/ FUCK HER WITH A CONDOM ON. EITHER WAY, IF SHE MISSES HER PERIOD, YOU KNOW IT’S NOT YOUR’S. TAKE PICS. I was about to bust a nut, so I put on a condom, for the first time ever, I fucked her safely. It’s funny to think of it as safe sex knowing that with every thrust, I was forcing two guy’s cum deeper into my wife’s pussy. I snapped a few photos with Sarah’s phone and she begged me to fuck that cum into her. It felt so wrong. I wanted to pull out and remove the condom, but didn’t make it in time. I came inside her, filling the latex reservoir with my cum. Sarah took a photo of my huge load bulging in the rubber. I texted the pics to Kate, and asked her, ‘Do you take risks like this?’ She replied, WHAT ARE YOU, CRAZY? I’M ON THE PILL. IT’D BE A HUGE RISK TO TAKE ALL THAT CUM AND NOT BE PROTECTED. Kate still regularly organizes new guys to come over and fuck my wife. Now we’re on several adult websites and know a little more about how to make new friends, all of whom are willing to breed my wife. Sarah and I have had many other adventures, which nearly always end up with her taking other men’s seed. We’ve had some close calls, and I still usually fuck her bareback and fill her up. Sometimes though, when she’s ovulating, she’ll only let another man, or men, cum inside her. Sometimes I eat their cum, sometimes their dicks go in my mouth. I don’t mind as long as Sarah is happy.
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Hey guys. This is the first story I've written in awhile. I used to have an account as btm4bbrn, but deleted it awhile back for personnel reasons. This first chapter has a bunch of lead up, I promise there will be more exciting chapters soon. As always, feed back is always a appreciated! Check out my other stories. They are: Scorpion Bikers Turned Over Christmas XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Chapter 1 This is a story about how I, a once straight college jock boy, was turned into a bottom slut for black cock overnight by a random stranger. A little about me. My name is Riley, and I am about to start my Sophomore year of college. I'm about 19 years old, and stand about 6'2" and 170lbs. My white body is not overly muscular, but I was pretty toned from playing sports in high school and hitting the weights during my freshman year. I have brown hair, with a high fade on the sides that led to longer hair on top that I kept in a messy look. It all started as I was waiting at the gate to catch my flight back to college. I had just flown into Chicago from Iowa, and was waiting to catch my connecting flight. I grew up in a smaller midwestern town and I was going to college in Georgia. I did not want to be so far from home, but I had gotten an academic scholarship. Due to the distance, my parents decided to pay for me to fly back to school to save on a multi day road trip in my car that was not all that reliable. They had drove me down to school last year, but this year they decided that I could make the trip down myself. I sat at the gate, waiting for the 830pm flight, scrolling through Tik Tok on my phone with my airpods in. I noticed movement in the corner of my eye, and saw somebody sit down across from me. I looked up and saw a very large black man sitting there, also scrolling through his phone. This man looked to be in his late 30's, and he was wearing dress slacks and polo shirt. This man was ripped, with bulging arms with big veins that were stretching the sleeves of his shirt. His pants were tighter, and I noticed his calves and thighs looked solid against the fabric. He looked to be about 6'4", with hair buzzed short on the sides that led to longer curly hair on top. He and black scruff on his face, and I could see some tattoo's stretching out from under his sleeves and going down his arms, but I was unable to make out what they were. I went back to my phone, and soon heard the gate agent come over the PA to say that the flight was delayed due to maintence. About an hour later, the gate agent came back on and told us that they were unable to fix the issue and that the flight would be cancelled. The next flight would be the next day when they were able to get a spare part in. I groaned and pulled out my cell phone, calling my girlfriend over my airpods. I had been dating Audrey since the middle of my freshman year, and we had managed to do the long distance relationship over the summer. The phone rang, and she eventually picked up. I told her about the flight, and she was upset that it was now going to be even longer until we were able to see each other, even if it was only another couple hours, or at most a day. I told her I would spend the night in the airport since I didn't have money for a room, and we said our goodbyes and hung up the phone. No sooner then right after I hung up the phone and took my airpods out did a hear a voice, and realized the black man sitting across from me was talking to me. "Bro you really planning to spend the night in the airport? Thats fucking brutal!" the man said. "Yeah dude, headed back to school and I'm pretty tight on money. Looks like I'm camping out tonight" I smirked and said back to him as I gathered my things. "Nah man. I just booked a room at the airport hotel here. It's got two beds. I can't let you stay here over night buddy thats just wrong". I told him I appreciated the offer, but I would be fine staying for just one night. The man was persistent, and would not talk no for an answer. He was adamant that I take up his offer, telling me he just felt bad knowing I was gonna be sleeping on the floor in a crowded airport. He eventually wore me down, and I agreed to stay with him, mostly because it was apparent he was not going to take no for an answer. I figured whats the worst it could be, it's only one night and it beat sleeping on the floor in a crowded airport. Little did I know this decision would change my life forever. I grabbed my backpack and followed him, as he drug his small carry on bag behind him. We made small talk as we walked across the airport and over to the hotel across the street. I found out his name was Adrian, and that he was here visiting for work and trying to get home as well. I told him I was going back to college, and that I was from Iowa. We stopped at the baggage carousel on the way out of the airport to grab my luggage, but the airline said the luggage was already loaded into the plane and they did not have the staffing to have anybody unload them. I just laughed to myself, my day had gone from bad to worse.What next I thought to myself. I did not have any spare clothes or anything to wear besides what I had on. Adrian just laughed and "Boy they are really screwing you over tonight. Don't worry we will figure something out", and with that he kept walking. We got checked into the hotel, and Adrian insisted we grab food at the restaurant in the hotel lobby. I tried to just sit there and not order anything since I did not have money, but Adrian insisted I order and that he was buying. I ordered a burger and a water, and we made small talk as we ate. Adrian asked about school, home, and if I had a girlfriend. I filled him in on Audrey, and he just smiled and said "good for you bro." I found out he was single, and had just joined a business firm after getting out of the military and he was traveling for work. Adrian sat and drank whiskey while I sipped on water as we visited. I wanted nothing more but to get to the room so I could get to bed and get on my flight the next day, but Adrian seemed to be in no sense of a hurry. We continued talking, mostly him asking me questions and staring at me with his brown eyes. His attitude was matter of fact, and he was kind of arrogant, but who was I to judge a man who was giving me a place to stay and even bought me a meal. Eventually the restaurant said they were closing and forced us out. We grabbed our things and I followed Adrian up to the room. Once in the room, Adrian told me I could hit the shower and wash the travel dirt off of me. I didn't particularly want to shower, but he said it in a way that made me feel like I should, and I felt like it was the polite thing to do if this man was suggesting it. "I know you don't have anything to change into, I'll see if I have anything for you to wear buddy" he called out as I went into the bathroom. I told him that was not necessary and got into the shower. I turned off the water and got out of the shower. As I pulled the curtain back I noticed all of my things were out of the bathroom. My clothes were gone, and my wallet and cellphone were missing from the bathroom counter. What the fuck I thought to myself. "Hey Adrian have you seen my things?", I yelled out of the bathroom. "Bro I grabbed them, come out here I found something for you to wear". Jesus I thought to myself, this guy is just over the top. I tucked a towel around my naked waist, and awkwardly walked out of the bathroom. When I came out of the bathroom Adrian was standing at the foot of the bed, wearing only a pair of black boxer briefs and a gold necklace. I could see his chest was firm and round, and the crotch of the boxers had a rather large bulge. This threw me off at first, but then I quickly figured Adrian must be getting ready to hop in the shower himself. "Get the fuck over here faggot and get on your knees". What the fuck I thought to myself, there's no fucking way. This guy must have me confused for something else. "Ah...ha...I don't swing that way buddy, remember I told you I have a girlfriend?" This seemed to put Adrian into a rage, and I saw fire in his eyes. He lurched forward, and grabbed me by the throat with one hand, and grabbed my dick through the towel with his other hand. I immediately panicked, and tried to back up and break free, but this man towered over me and was much stronger. He held me with a firm grip, and I struggled to breath as he held my throught and it felt like he was going to rip my dick off. "Did you think you were getting all of this for free boy? You think you were just gonna take advantage of a free room, eat a meal on my dime, and not have to pay for it? No I know your white college ass is broke as fuck, but you're gonna pay another way. Maybe next time you should think twice about staying with random strangers". My heart race and I panicked, not knowing what the fuck was going on or how I was going to be able to talk myself out of this predicament. "Please..just let me...go man I'm so sorry" I struggled to get out, with the large black hand still firmly around my neck. "You got two options here white boy. Either you can walk out of this room right now, stark naked and figure out what to do with yourself, or you can spend the night with me and work off your debt in other ways with that sexy body of yours. If you stay, you're gonna become very friendly with my big cock before you catch that flight tommorrow. Also, I got your phone and wallet locked in the safe, so those will be staying with me until I decided to give them back in the morning". Adrian eased up on my throat, and asked "Well whats it gonna be boy?". I sat there in silence, not knowing what to say or do. It felt like I had a frog in my throat and my stomach had dropped to the floor. I had no idea what other option I had other than to stay, because god knows I couldn't walk into the lobby naked as the day I was born without being arrested. I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. I was repulsed at the thought of what this man planned to do to me, but I decided that I would do what I had to do to get through the night and get on my plan tommorrow and let all of this be a distant memory. 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Having to travel for work is not very fun. I had to drive down south for a 2 day seminar, and was on my return trip. I was in one of the Carolinas, not sure now which one. I pulled into a rest stop about 3am. It was summer, very warm & humid even in the dead of night. I saw there were dozens of big trucks parked, most running, guessing to keep the air conditioning running. I was a little horny, and had some skimpy girl clothes hidden in the trunk. Thigh high black stockings, a shiny, tight gold mini skirt, black top, pumps. I looked up the zip code and put an ad on Craigslist saying I was a slut, practiced safe sex, and going to cruise the parking lot in 30 minutes. Went to the bathroom, cleaned up, and mostly changed. I put sweats on over my outfit, in case I ran into anyone coming out of the men's room. Decided to head to a corner of the rest stop where it was not illuminated to shed the sweat clothes, When headed there, I noticed several trucks now had interior lights on. Maybe this work trip will have some fun in it after all. While walking past the trucks on way to the corner, I hear a deep voice say "Hey Slut". I freeze. No one can see my slut clothes yet. The voice then says "Don't just stand there bitch, get over here!" I did as I was told. I walked to the sound and found a very large black man leaning against a truck. He said he saw the shoes, but wanted to know why I was not dressed slutty yet. I told him I was dressed under the sweats. "Then take that shit off, white bread!" I might be in trouble. But I did as I was told. This guy easily outweighed me by 100 pounds. "Now, start walking like you were, I'll follow" he commanded. He fell in step behind me and started grabbing my ass. We get to the dark corner, and there are a couple guys at a picnic table. I once again freeze, but get smacked on the back of the head. "You think I am the only one fucking you tonight? Think again! Just bend yourself over that table bitch!". Definitely in trouble. The guys at the table are also big. They start laughing as I get to the table. They are already playing with their massive cocks. I don't bend over right away, realizing my condoms were back in the pockets of my sweats. I start to tell them all "Listen, I left my condoms back there, I need to go get them". I am then forcefully bent over the table and held down. "Condoms?" the first guy says, "you're gonna take our poz loads raw, bitch!" I could not break free, no matter how hard I tried. The first guy pulled down his pants, revealing a bio-hazard tattoo, and an 11" cock. He positions himself behind me and forces his cock in me. God does it hurt. I had lubed when I cleaned up, but not enough for this monster, it felt like he was ripping me apart. After what seemed like forever, he stops pumping and unloads his hot, dirty load in my ass. It burns. And I can't stop it. The other 2 guys take their turns, but after that monster had torn me up, the other cocks did not feel too big. They still hurt, and both dirty as well. My rapists left me spent at the table. I had to wait about 10 minutes until I could walk. As I was headed back to the car, I hear another man in a truck yell "Hey Slut". I ran to my car and took off. Drove for 2 hours before I pulled off the highway and changed back into regular clothes and continued my journey home.
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This is my 1,000th post (I know, right?!) and once again I'd like to find out what you guys think. So far, when I've held a poll, following the majority advice/opinion has helped me become a much better, sluttier cumdump. In case anyone reading this hasn't read my previous post, last weekend's visit to the sauna was seriously slutty. 14 fucks, 7 loads, the last fuck with a hot guy who had one of the biggest cocks I've ever taken inside me (and a huge load to boot), PLUS a darkroom chain fuck - 5 guys taking turns to fuck me, (as soon as one pulled out another slid in), all raw. I like a challenge and next time I go (probably Sunday week), I'm hoping to be even more of a slut. This is where you come in. I'd like suggestions/opinions of things that might help me crank up the piggyness level. It seems the more time I spend in the darkroom the better, but that isn't always the case. I've listed quite a few poll options, but feel free to leave comments with other suggestions. Thanks!!!
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My boy and I were invited to my parents' house for Thanksgiving. They've always been strange around us together, and I thought why not give them one last chance. We flew to my parents' city a few days before Turkey Day to relax, and see some old friends. My mom and dad were both at work the day before Thanksgiving, so my boy and I fucked like animals all over the house, our room, in my parents' bed, the kitchen, and I even fucked him raw over the dining room table. We've been sharing our assholes with a few friends, POZ, and POZ-friendly, for a few months now, and haven't been tested, and we totally get off on the chance that we might POZ each other. Anyway, as I was shooting my questionable load up my boy's ever-loosening hole, he shot his load all over my mother's antique tablecloth. I was mopping up his spooge when he suggested we try to line up some more raw cock for each other to enjoy. I remembered an adult book store on the other side of town, where I used to give head when I was in my teens. I had a naughty idea, and fingered his possibly-POZ load into my hole with two fingers and told him about some raunchy times I had at this bookstore growing up. We ran back to our room, donned black jockstraps, got dressed, and jumped in the car. I thought it might be jumping at the bookstore, with all of the college kids home for the holidays, not to mention the Navy base nearby, but it was oddly quiet. No cars in the parking lot, only the booth attendant, who had been there forever. I wondered if he remembered shooting his load down my throat through a glory hole when I was in High School. I did. With our holes lubed with each other's cum, we went into neighboring booths and sucked each other through the hole. After a while someone finally entered the booth on the other side of my boy. Some guy stuck his cut wang through the gloryhole. My boy went to town on it, deepthroating this massive cock in one thrust. He was making gagging noises for the other guy's benefit, and with the way he was thrusting, he seemed to enjoy it, grunting and panting. I wanted a closer look, so I opened my door, and headed into the booth with my boy. The john in the next booth shot a big wet load all over my boy's face and he swallowed as much of it as he could catch, wiping the rest off with his hand and fingering the rest of it into his gooey hole. Then, the guy lowered his face to the hole, so we could see his mustache and mouth. He whispered, “Feed me your cock. I haven't sucked dick in forever!” My boy, with his hard dripping tool, stood up and shoved as hard as he could into his new friend's mouth. This guy must have been a total amateur, and had trouble swallowing more than just my boy's head. My boy can be patient, but not when he wants to get off. He said, “Dude, this isn't working for me. Give me your hole.” There were a few moments of silence, then the guy shuffled around for a second, thrust a wrapped condom through the hole, and backed up his sweaty hairy ass. My boy chuckled, and made a noisy show of unwrapping the rubber and rolling into onto his dick. I was so horny. I'd never seen my boy top in all of the years we'd been together. I'd seen him take dozens of cocks in his hungry hole, but never top. He was grinning ear to ear, and must have been really close to getting off, if he was willing to wrap up for it. In fact, it would be the first time in months that either one of us had used a condom. I looked at him and whispered, “What the fuck are you doing?” He just winked back at me. He spit on the his wrapped cock a few times, and shoved his dick balls-deep into his new friend in one fell swoop. The guy must have not been ready to take dick as much as he was squirming, and grunting on the other side of the wall. There was also a bit of shit stuck to the condom as he pulled out. He thrust back and forth a few times, and whispered, “Dude, I can't keep it up with this fucking rubber. I'm taking it off, but I'll pull out before I cum.” Another wink. He ripped off the condom, and wiped some of the cum out of his hole onto his raw, possibly POZ dick, and shoved back in all the way. Once they got a good rhythm going, this slutty bottom started in on the dirty talk. “Oh yeah! Gimme your raw cock. Fill me up with your spunk! Give me your babies!!!” That got me harder than a rock, so I lined up with my boy's cummy drippy hole, and slid right in when he pulled back from his new friend's raw hole. We barely missed a beat, and I let my boy do all the work, bouncing off my dick as he fucked this stranger through the hole. He whispered, “Dude, I'm gonna cum. Where do you want it?” “Deep in my cunt!,” we heard a raspy voice reply. “Here is cums! Take my load!!!” He thrust forward four or five times and shot his load deep in this stranger's guts, letting it seep in. I came immediately, and filled my boy's hole again, well lubed with a mixture of my cum, his cum, and this stranger's cum. My boy shuddered as his new friend went to work cleaning the cum and shit off of my boy's sloppy cock. I was so proud of him for topping, and so proud of him for being so sneaky to get his load in this guy. A few seconds later, the guy on the other side of the wall shoved a folded piece of paper with a number on it, with a note saying, “Call me. Next time we can fuck face to face.” Then the phone number. We heard the guy zip up and his booth open. I peeked out as he was leaving, and saw a man about my height, walking away quickly. The next morning, after breakfast on Thanksgiving Day, sitting next to me on the sofa, as we watched the goddamn parade with my parents, my boy wrote a text message to this guy's number saying, “My hole is hungry. Can you get away from your family?” He showed me his phone, winked in that filthy way of his, and clicked send. Imagine my shock when a few seconds later my Dad's work Blackberry went off. Had he not looked so flustered, then quickly left the of the room, I wouldn't have suspected a thing. A minute or so later my boy's phone vibrated with a response. “I NEED your cum. My gay son is here with his boyfriend. Should I try to arrange a four way?” My boy turned tomato red and handed me his phone. My Dad came back in the room as a I typed a response and clicked send. It read. “Dad, it will be a three-way. And you may get POZZED. Again.”
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I was 26 when my baby brother turned me the fuck out. I was home visiting and partying in the attic. I was in my jock and getting cloudy not realizing baby bro was watching. I had been a junky fag ever since I start hitting that glass dick with my uncle Jake when I was 18. He had me and my best friend Chad get in jockstraps and sit in chairs next to each other with our ankles handcuffed together. Prepping us for frat life in college he said and gave us “weed” to smoke. Hit after hit after hit after hit until we almost felt like puking. He played porn the whole time —so by the time we were done and spun and he whipped his cock out— we were ready to just do just about whatever he wanted. Now my baby brother Bobby, 8 years younger and barely 18 was handing his own glass dick to my dry chapped lips saying, “I’m gonna get you spun the fuck out from the shit the crack whore down the street gave us. I use you as a guinea pig and it fucks you up good…” So I take a hit. It’s a big one and it tastes like a nasty toxic chemical cloud so I know it’s gonna be good and sure enough it goes straight to my cock. And Bobby’s hands graze my tits which drive me into a tailspin. “Look Tommy,” he says holding one tit in each hand. “You always had a problem with drugs. And I always looked up to you, so whatever drug you did. I did them because that's what brothers do. So when it was coke and crack, I did that… and when you switched to meth…. Well fuck Tommy, you know how great it makes your cock feel.” We’re both in jockstraps and have massive hard ons. I don’t remember when he put the dog collar on that says “property of Robert Drake.” But before I can think about that he’s pulling my sac out of the pouch in my jock aside and putting a fat rubber ox ball cock ring up around my huge nut sac and uncut cock. “Remember Tina? That crack head bitch down the street—you graduated from high school together, right?” He’s whispering in my ear and it tickles and I want him to shove his tongue in my ear and then my mouth. “Well that whore moved back into her mom’s house, another crack whore, two doors down—n and she still has a thing for you. So I decided I was gonna mark my territory before she got any ideas and popped by to lend you some sugar or some shit.” He grabs my leg and stretches it out while he plays with my foot—it drives me crazy—then puts my foot on his hot sweaty sac. “Well I got her to give me some of the shit you told me not to do ever—you guessed it—meth. I never saw you on it. You hid it from the family pretty well. But I got some and I told you it was blow and to just snort and you did.” He looks me in the eyes, mine are trying to focus on his blurry face—crystal fucks with my vision. “And I watched you. You changed almost immediately. You went from the burn out older brother I wanted to fuck and transformed into the pervy, insanely horny, sexy as fuck deviant I am going to fuck. Soon as you finished that rail, you just started taking off your clothes. You’re sitting there with your jock on and I said to myself 'this is my chance… this is my chance to breed my brother.’” “Hey, Tommy,” he grabs my face by the chin and looks me in the eye. “Do me a solid. I think I left something of yours behind the couch—pretty sure you’ve been looking for it.” I get excited thinking it’s the 1.24 gram shard I somehow lost earlier (or did I do it? Can’t remember). I tug at my cock thinking about finding it. And as I try to look over the back of the couch to look behind it, I fumble. I flop over— ass up— searching for the thing I can't find because it was never back there. In doing so I expose my fat hairy ass to my baby brother. My hole is puckering because of the meth and suddenly there’s a burning sensation. I look behind me and Bobby is licking his finger and sticking it in the bag and pulling out another shard covered finger and aims it square at my hole before it pops in. And suddenly I’m in heat. I growl involuntarily like a bitch—as in a female dog. Bobby pulls his fat adolescent cock out of his sweat pants and spits on it like they do in the pornos I made him watch with me when we were younger. He walks up behind me, not even trying to hide the fact that he’s about to pop my cherry, first stretching the sphincter, and nothing I say is gonna stop him. “Hey Tommy,” he sneers, “Should I spit on that pig hole of yours before I smash it?” Pig hole? Where did he learn that and why is it giving me a chub? I think. But it’s rhetorical and before I have time to react he’s shoving his big boy boner in my hole. And reaching around to play with my tits like I’m a girl. The pleasure is as intense as the pain and it comes it waves because of the meth in my veins. He pulls out and it makes a wet popping sound that makes me even hornier and grabs me by the straps of my jock and says, “Stop trying to pull away you faggot!” I make a half ass effort to struggle and he leans in to me and tickles my ear again saying, “The more you resist, the more it turns me on.” And I can feel the truth of that statement as his fat mushroom cap triples in size inside my lower intestines. Yeah we both moan simultaneously. Suddenly there’s a banging sound— it’s of car doors closing. Mom’s pulled in the drive way and we hear the car alarm signal that the car is locked. We hear her coming up the stairs, the distinct cadence of her footfalls are all too familiar. She’s yelling my name—needs my help getting something from the trunk to the garage. My eyes are glazed over because I’m so fucking spun and also in bliss because Bobby’s meaty teenage cock is thrusting in and out of my hole. “Tommy's a little busy right now—he’s getting his ass destroyed in this game we’re playing ma,” Bobby yells back. I hear her sigh outside the door and say ‘"Well, when you’re finished tell him to move the bags of mulch in the trunk in to the garage please.” “Yeah… he’ll get right… to… it!” He yells, punctuating each word with a thrust into my hole. I kinda try to struggle again and push him off but I don’t really want that and I am so fucking retarded and gooning gone-out-the-fuck-my-mind that my lil’ brother has the power to do anything he wants. My pussy is getting pounded by my kid fucking brother and as he hits my prostate again and again and leans in … the pressure on my bladder is too much and I just start pissing. Bobby stops for a second and looks at me incredulous. “Are you fucking kidding me bro? This is a problem brother.” He grabs me by my hair forces my face into the puddle on the hard wood floor. The way you would drag a dog over to show it the mess he made. ”See that?! See that mess you made?! Good dogs don't make messes— so what I'm gonna need you to do is be a good dog…. and clean it......with your tongue.” My cock just surges and gets harder. I feign struggle. “Ah-ah-ah…. you aren't getting let go until this mess is cleaned.” Bobby then slams my face into the piss puddle and says “Clean it.....clean it you stupid faggot cum dumpster!” And I do. I start lapping it up like an animal. “Good boy. Who’s a good little bitch? Who’s daddy’s little girl? Tommy is. Tommy is a good little bitch.” And then he pulls my head up by my hair to face him and I think—I want him— to give me a big wet slobbering kiss and he stares in my eyes. And spits in my face.
