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I had gone to bed early and was trying to sleep. When a message came in. I thought it was from my partner with some kind follow up from our earlier conversation. Instead it was from Scruff, and had gotten through before my “Do not Distrub” kick in. It was an visitor (a top) to the area and whose body wasn’t yet in our time zone. So we began the chatting back forth, and it was definitely late. He very much wanted to eat my ass. But I agreed to meet him at his hotel. 57, dad bod, white guy with nipple piercing. I got ready and drove over. Once there I climbed into bed with him, and we started kissing and feeling each other. Each of us playing with others wired nipples especially, and roughly. This soon resulted in us getting harder, and he began to stroke me, and I began to suck his cock. This lead his hands down toward my hole. Which he was becoming more focused on. I rolled over, and dived in. As he ate my ass, he played with my cock. Every time he would grab it, I jumped from the sensation the shoot through me. Taking his time to wet it , and my hole. In addition he also played with my feet as he worked himself up in his firmness. He was ready to fuck me, and I had ask about status before meeting. It has been awhile since I have bottomed, so I was very tight. So it a a couple of go for he was well seated. His cock was thick, but not long. With my tightness he didn’t last long before breeding my black ass with his load. We wished each other a good night, and I headed out with his load in me. I hadn’t cum yet. And I found myself looking online to see if there was any other options available near by. But was late, and I still had stuff to do in the morning.
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If a bottom states when s**m becomes no limit are more likely not to give fuck about him, And push your boundaries to no limits? or would see how far you can push the limits and own it
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the day after my sons open door gang fuck hosted by his boyfriend and his grandpa and me, we did it again with me as the ass up head down bottom. just like with marcs fuck, I took about a dozen loads. it was about 3 this morning when my dad decided that we should cross the parking lot to the shower room of the truck stop next door. I agreed, but since it was so close and a nice warm night, we made the trip in out jizz and piss stained jocks. no one was around since it was so late. when we entered the cement block building we forgot we would encounter the attendant. he wasn't really a problem though, dad offered him my sloppy ass. which he took. now with our admission taken care of, we walked into the shower room filled with 20 or so heads. dad took me to the center of the room and turned on 4 heads. as we rubbed down, dad fingered my swollen pussy ass. as we played, I guess the attendant must have roused a couple of truckers or bikers. they were both chubbie, very hairy, and hung . one was black and the other white. they joined us under the showers where the black guy with the really fat cock bent me in half and rammed my ass with cock. thank god I'm a slut and always filled with cum. dad and the other guy played while I was fucked hard. then the door banged open and closed . it was marc and his boyfriend eric. he greeted me with a hi dad, which interested the guy fucking me. we explained and he asked to watch us play. marc fucked my face while bbc fucked my ass. by the time we all finished playing I had 5 more loads...and invites to come back when the place was crowed... apparently this was the best ruck stop if you enjoyed fag ass.
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I picked up the pace, my PA and, indeed, whole bulbous cock head now breaching his inner ring on each thrust. Something in there was catching on my PA, driving me crazy with the feeling but also from the thought of what I was doing to him. My bicep snaked it's way around his slender neck, flexing as I revelled in my own power. "Gonna knock you up kid", I growled in his ear. His struggles were a delight. The little body squirming ineffectively under me. "no! no, you said you'd pull out" I humped down on him harder. My body beating the struggle from him. "nah, you said that". I squeezed harder as my balls began to evacuate my potent seed into his receptive guts. A big load, owing to lack of action during these strange, locked-down times which was now been forced into his body. He'd stopped struggling and I think his little cock had climaxed at some point. I lay there, holding him in place, willing my babies to feed off him, knowing he'd be trying to dump them as soon as I let him. ,,,,, Later, after he'd gone, I wondered whether he'd find his way to an STD clinic or GP or whether lockdown would increase my chances of converting him. Who knew? I went back to my weights putting my energy into keeping my big body toned and strong. I needed it for my work as a trainer and builder (furloughed from both for now) and also to snare the kind of hot twinks that I love though they were thin on the ground since the Covid-19 lockdown belatedly hit this great city. A little more about me: outside of the bedroom I'm in no way aggressive. I'm single, and easy going. I help out with youth groups and look after my neighbours in the small apartment block in which I live in central London. I play rugby, wrestle and swim for fun where my 6'2'' 240lb frame helps or hinders (depending on which I am doing). ..... Out on my little balcony later that afternoon, I heard my upstairs neighbour knocking around. "Jake, how you keeping?" I shouted up at him. "Yeh, ok, I guess, bored as heck though man. Not seen anyone in about a week". "Really? What about your folks?" "They are isolating, got symptoms and they can't risk giving it to me." "Oh, yeah, course. Sorry to hear that". Jake was in his late teens, maybe early 20s. A fragile kid though, immune system issues. The apartment was bought for him and I'd never known him go out to work since he had moved in a year ago. he never went out much at all, to be honest. "Anything I can do to help?" "Been hoping you would say that...actually I've been looking out for you, everyone else seems to have left the city!". There were six apartments in total in our little block and they were indeed unusually quiet. "What can I do for you?" "Would you be able to get me some supplies? I'm out of bread, milk and pizza, and I need my meds picking up from the chemist before the bank holiday". "Sure thing. I was going to the shop before the Easter break anyway. I'll come up and get your list now" Up one flight of stairs and Jake was waiting, door open, list in hand. At 5'5'' he probably didn't weigh 100lbs wet through. A cute little face under dirty blond hair but not really my type, at least I'd never thought of him that way. "The chemist shuts at 6pm. I'm so glad you can get this for me" he said, handing over a prescription and a short shopping list. His eyes seemed to linger on my groin, not unusual for me when I'm in my running shorts which ride fairly high but I brushed it off and headed out on my errands. ..... I spent a while in the supermarket at one point almost picking up a hot young soccer player but his straight mates got too close and he scarpered but with my phone number shoved in his shorts. I was still horny at the checkout when I remembered the chemist. "Fuck! They'd be long closed by now". I checked anyway but they'd locked up for the break so I made my way back to Jake. He invited me in but asked me to sit at the other end of the sofa and I explained what had happened. The meds really seemed to throw him, so I offered to do my best to get him some over the weekend and to be on call 24/7 in case something happened and he seemed to calm down. I gave him a beer from my shopping bag which initially he refused as he'd not supposed to drink and we watched some TV together. WWE wrestling seemed to be his favourite so we watched that together. I began to tell him how wrestling really worked, both pro and freestyle and he was clearly psyched that I actually did this sport which he loved to watch for fun. "Have you been on TV?" "No man, but there's a few vids of me wrestling kicking about on Youtube and the like". In the end, I could only find one video on a non-porn site but we watched it with Jake eagerly questioning me. About then my phone bleeped: Soccer boy from the supermarket. He wanted to play. I made my excuses with Jake, made sure he had my number and promised to check in on him first thing tomorrow. ..... Not five minutes later I was buzzing soccer-boy up to my door. I had him strip to his briefs in my bedroom, admiring his toned body and little cock bulge. Then he undressed me, pulling my running singlet over my head and easing my running shorts down over my thighs. His eyes caught on my biohaz tat, lurking above my cock and lit up at the sight of my heavy PA and hardening cock. I let him lick for a minute or two before shoving my length down his throat after laying him on his back on my bed. I love mounting a twinks head and throat like this but I was really craving his shapely little arse so after five minutes I had him come up for air and flipped him onto his front, exposing that peachy, wrinkled hole. My fingers slipped inside, telling me he was no novice though he was still very tight and I slapped his pucker with my PA several times, teasing him and dripping my pre over him. With that it was time to push forward and open him up... "Wait! You need to rubber up!" he was handing me a jonny that had been in his shorts. "Really?" Not been one of my usual online hookups, we hadn't discussed this. "Just the tip...to get you open". I pushed harder, the edge of my PA disappearing in him but his hole resisting me hard. "No man. I've seen your tat. I'm not on prep". My cock swelled at this news. "No condom, no fuck". I smiled. "ok, ok", grabbing the rubber off him and rolling it over half my shaft, it was tight as fuck. A quick wad of spit, for my benefit, and I was plunging into his mostly dry hole. Between his legs, pushing them wide apart while I worked my full length in. "fuck....fuck...fuck, you are hurting me" he whimpered, getting louder. I thought of Jake upstairs, not wanting to alarm my little buddy and pulled out of my new fuck toy. "got any lube man?" he asked, taking in my still rubbered cock. "nothing proper" I lied "but we could try this". I reached for the vaseline. "Sure, ok". I got him to lie on his back and push open his hole as i put a few thick gloops inside him before wiping my fingers clean on his chest and placing my cock in his entrance. Sliding back in, I could see he was in relative heaven and in no time I was balls deep. His little hands were grasping around my cock base, amazed at how wide I was but checking for the precious, life saving condom. I did him a 'favour' and pulled out, stretching the rubber so that it went right down to the base and he kept it pinned there as I plunged back in, now reassured it wasn't unrolling inside him. His own stretching and the vaseline made it inevitable and with one hard thrust i felt the rubber break. "mmmm....I'm through your inner cunt now", I reassured him, placing my musky armpit over his cute face to give him too much to think about as I could feel my beast literally shredding his velvety insides. I held on as long as I could, listening to him moan, thinking of Jake upstairs but now not because of the disturbance but because of his cute skinny body. It was all too much and my cock began to flex, depositing my dirty seed so deep inside this fertile twink that I knew he wouldn't feel it or be able to push it out in a hurry. With that, I ripped my cock out of him and pulled off the shreds of rubber from it before sitting astride his chest, pinning him to the bed as he tonged my cock and balls clean of his own ass juices while he jerked his cock juices up my back unaware of my DNA seeping into him
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No good deed goes unpunished. It was a rough fuckin' night. The streets were being pounded with thick sheets of rain and I'd managed to get soaked through running to cover under the bus stop shelter. It was empty but for a smartly-dressed middle aged guy. As most people do, he initially avoided my eyes when I entered the shelter, so I took a seat on the hard steel bar and looked out at the rain. It didn't look good for me. While the rain might stop, there would likely be a biting chill, and that could spell real trouble for a guy walking the streets soaked with rain. I must have looked as bleak as I felt because the man seated at the other end of the bench looked-up at me and asked "You okay?" I was surprised, and aroused when I met his eyes. He had a square face with large grey eyes spaced perfectly under thick black brows. He had black and grey stubble that I immediately imagined scratching my asshole while he tongued me. My cock was starting to thicken, but I kept my face neutral, approachable even. I smiled at him and replied "I'm good. A little wet, maybe, but what can you do?" "You got anywhere to sleep this evening?" My options were limited. The guy I stayed with on nights like this was out of town. We had a gentleman's agreement for bad nights like this: I'd clear my ass out and take as many loads as he wanted to throw into me. Sadly though, business called and he'd fucked off for a few days. I missed him a little when he left. I'd only fucked pussy before he pozzed me, but it was ruined for me now. Sex for me was dumping my toxic swimmers into a hairy, healthy hole. Unless he was charging me up with his poison wad, that is. There was one other guy I stayed with from time to time. I stayed away whenever I had the choice. True, I got to fuck his hole in exchange for a bed, but the guy was pure fem and always made me wear a condom. He'd made it clear after one 'mishap' that if I ever stealthed him I'd never get the bed again. Or his hole. But who gave a shit? "Looks like this is my hotel for the evening." I said, laughing as I gestured to the filthy shelter around us. "What about the shelter on Park street?" The homeless shelter which had kicked me out after they'd found out who was deliberately spreading the gift around. Not that they had to look around for long. I don't look very healthy, you see. Meds for me were something I wouldn't take even if I could. I got a sick joy from loading up some poor hole with my gift. My gift that could change the recipient's life forever. "Too late in the night. They closed the doors a few hours ago." We sat in awkward silence for a few minutes while he thought something through and I discretely tried to see the shape of cock through his trousers. I could only see the curve of a fat head. "You can't sleep here. You just can't." I moulded my face into an expression of surprise, careful not to let the grin inside show on my face. At least I wouldn't have to call on the fem. The bus ride was quiet enough. And brief. Within twenty minutes we were at the door of an apartment building by which I had often passed. It was one of the nicer spots in the city - all fresh paint and polished windows. Bill, (as he identified himself on the bus ride), the Samaritan, entered a code on the box outside the door and we took an elevator up three floors and walked to the door to his home. As we entered the apartment I was taken aback. The space inside was huge and open plan, the type of apartment I'd thought only existed in TV sitcoms. Before either of us said a word, a loud beeping came from Bill's coat. He pulled an electronic pager from his pocket, glanced at the screen and swore, saying "Fuck. Fuck. Listen, I'll have to go." My heart sank. No way would he let me stay here unsupervised. "Is it bad?" I asked. He shrugged. "They don't call me on my nights off when it's not." "So you're a doctor?" He nodded, distracted before calling out, "Graham!" A young man appeared from a doorway. He was young, maybe 18 or 19. He had the same dark brows as his father but he wore his own black hair longer, shaggy and unkempt. He also had stubble on his face that he looked to be growing into a beard. "Yeah, Dad?" he asked, pausing to look at me, the soaked, skinny and clearly not healthy homeless guy who stood shivering next to his Father. "Graham, this is Don. He'll be staying in the guest room tonight. Show him to the shower and fix him a meal, will you?" The boy looked very confused but nodded. Bill nodded towards another room and they both left to talk in private. Clearly the doctor wasn't happy about leaving me here with his son but it didn't look like he'd let that reverse his act of kindness. I've been told that I give off a good, friendly vibe. It's something I've cultivated over the years. When Bill left, Graham and I stood facing each other in silence. Then, he shyly showed me to the bathroom. It was as nice as the rest of the place, white tiles and soft towels hanging from racks. I took a piss and hopped into the shower. My cock had been tucked into the waistband of my torn jeans and now bobbed in the air as I soaped myself and thought about the young piece of ass I'd been left alone with. The shower was an electric one, the kind that made a humming noise while it was on. I didn't switch it off, and after drying myself I sneaked out of the bathroom to get a better look around without Graham following me. I walked through the huge living room and caught the muffled sound. It was a very familiar sound to me. It was the sound of man-ass getting fucked. I crept closer to the noise and found the room, door slightly ajar. Just under the noise I heard the panting breaths of Graham as he tugged on his prick. I grinned to myself and took advantage. I swung the door inward. "Graham, could you tell me where...." Graham looked shocked. He jumped up from his seat and snapped the laptop shut. The wet sound of fucking carried on for a moment before shutting off. He struggled to find something to say while he zipped up his pants. I stepped close and took his hand, pushing it back down and reopening the zipper. Inside, I saw no underwear but a generous bush of thick hair that made my cock strain against my jeans. "What are you...?" I reached in and grabbed his shaft. It was thick. Not so long but thick and mapped with veins. I felt his heartbeat through the contact and before he could say anything I started to jack him. "Open your laptop" I snapped, and somewhat surprisingly he did. After a second or so the video resumed. The boy was into older men, it seemed, which suited me fine. I had about 20 years on him. Bareback porn too, I noticed. How appropriate. "You ever suck cock?" I asked. He shook his head. I smiled. "Time for a lesson." I grabbed his shoulders and pushed him down. While he stared at my crotch I unzipped and pushed my raging, thick nine-incher to his lips. He let it rest there before looking up at me. He was obviously taking in my face, slightly drawn from the lack of meds over the years and the cold, hungry look in my eyes. "I don't...I mean, I don't even know you." "You don't need to," I said before pushing my cock harder against his lips. He opened his mouth and gave it an experimental lick. I took the opportunity to ram my shaft deep into his gullet. He immediately started to gag hard on the meat. The spasming muscles of his throat worked my meat for a moment before I pulled out, afraid he'd vomit. His face was tear-streaked from his gagging, so I lifted him up and told him to strip me. He was uncertain. "Look", I said. "You're gay." He winced at that, which interested me. "You're gay and you've never had cock. I'm here to change that for you but if you really don't want to play with another dick instead of looking it all up online, we could pretend this didn't happen." He leaned in to kiss me then, but my hand was on his chest, pushing him back, saying "You know exactly where those lips should go." He nodded and got again to his knees. As I pumped into his mouth he was battling against his gag reflex. Spit flowed from his mouth and warmed my swollen balls. I sighed in pleasure. This was not exactly how I thought the night was gonna go, but young ass has always been my favourite kind of ass to infect. "C'mon, deeper." I was testing to see how far he'd push himself to please me. He pushed himself down on my cock. His eyes were wide and bugging with the effort of fighting back the gagging. I pulled out and smiled at my slick, stiff dick, bouncing in the air and trailing saliva from the tip. Wordless, I led him to the bed and fell on my back, legs raised. He looked at my hole with desire, opened a drawer and took out a tube of hand cream. He squeezed some onto his cock. I laughed and asked "The fuck's that for?" He flushed and stammered that the thought I was asking him to fuck me. Again I laughed explaining "Boys like you don't fuck hole, they eat it. Get your face in there." He hesitantly walked over and got to his knees. "I don't think...." I cut him off. "If you watched gay porn. You've seen ass-eating, right?" The edge of impatience in my voice made him swallow his protests. He looked at my asshole with uncertainty before moving so close I could feel his breath against it. I felt the tip of his tongue touch my pink. I grabbed him by the hair and forced his face between the cheeks of my hairy ass. "Lick it!" He did. He licked around my hole while his stubble scratched my skin and sent jolts of pleasure to my painfully hard dick. "Get your fucking tongue in there." He made a noise of disgust but he did it. His tongue speared my opening, pushing it in as deep as he could. I could hear the wet sounds of him jacking his shaft. He worked my hole for a while, long past when he started to complain about a sore jaw and numb tongue. My selective hearing didn't pick it up at the time and he obviously didn't want to hear me speak to him with that mean edge again. I lifted his head from my ass and speared it again on my dick for a few more moments of throat massage. I got up then, still with my cock engulfed before pulling it out and hurling him onto the bed. Behind us, the screen of his laptop showed a fist disappear into the hole of a bottom who roared with the pleasure. Oh, I had much to teach this kid. He lay where I'd thrown him, not daring to move. He looked-up at me, a worried expression on his face. I confirmed his fears (and excitement) when I announced "Yes, I'm going to fuck you, and yes, you're going to let me. You want this cock?" He looked at my dick with a mix of desire and naked fear. He nodded. "Great. On your back, like I was." For his own sake, the hand cream really should have been swapped out for lube. There was some friction between the cream and my hand when I gave myself a few tugs. I decided to be generous and stretch him out a little before I slid my prick home. I covered a few fingers in hand cream and slid them in. It was a tight squeeze, and he winced but I'd imagined he'd be tighter. When my fingers came out clean, I smiled at him. "What did you have up your ass today?" He blushed, and his shame was fucking hot to see. He nodded to a corner of the room where he'd left a butt plug and a douche. They stood on a shelf in his closet. "I really didn't have to bother with these then, did I?" I said, showing him my fingers. "Now, look at me." He looked up into my eyes, his own full of arousal and still that fear. I pushed the head against his opening and worked it through until I felt it pass the sphincter. His moan was mainly that of pain, albeit pain mixed with pleasure and surprise. "Wait! Do you have a rubber on you?" I looked down at him. "Hell, no. Don't be so fuckin' stupid, kid. Of course not!" With that I sunk the remainder of my cock into his ass. It felt like my cock was being strangled by the tightness of his insides. Graham had his eyes closed in concentration, willing himself to take the pain that would hopefully turn into pleasure any time now. When I was fully embedded, I held myself for a moment and took the scene in. The hot young man under me was trying to look unaffected by the pain, but if my dick was sore you can bet his hole was in worse shape. I thrust, though and he closed his eyes and gasped in unmistakable pleasure. It was a gentle, experimental thrust to gauge his limits. He took it well. I pulled my cock out until only the head was inside. I thrust back, hard. This elicited a loud yelp from Graham but I scarcely heard him. I tore my dick loose and rammed it home again. When I fuck, I fuck to cum (obviously), and what makes me come was stabbing at an asshole like a fuckin' maniac until I'm ready to spill my gift into those lucky guts. Graham's yelp had turn into one long moan that lilted with every thrust of my hips. The boy was a natural whore. I looked around the room as I fucked, and saw a picture on a shelf of Graham, wearing a graduation cap and gown, standing between two men. The man beaming on Graham's left was his father, Bill. To the right was a broadly smiling, sandy-haired stranger. "Your Dad's pretty fuckin' hot, isn't he?" Graham said nothing, just kept moaning. "Did you wonder what his hole tasted like when you were eating mine?" He looked up now, confused. "That your teacher in the picture with you? Bet you wanted his load too, you fuckin' slut." "That's...aaah! That's my Dad's ex-boyfriend." My cock went wild at the words. I lowered myself until my face was an inch from his. I was covered in sweat from breaking in the virgin hole. "Your Dad likes cock? Is that what you're telling me?" He nodded, barely able to concentrate on my words. "You think he'd like mine?" Graham squirmed. "I...don't...." "Forget it. Final question: I'm HIV positive and I'm about to cum. You want us to stop fucking?" He made a weird high sound but shook his head "Don't stop", he breathed, adding "Don't fucking stop." "Your call, kid," I commented with the grin of a shark. With a roar I punched my cock into him as hard as I could time after time until I felt my balls draw up and my hot cum fly out and burn a poisonous trail up into his innards. He whimpered as he reached down to pound his own load out. I made sure to keep my dick inside him. I wanted that poz load to stay inside for as long as I could. When I got soft I'd use the plug to keep it where it belonged. "Pretty good for your first time, kid." I said, still deep inside his ass. Graham was a sweating mess, and the lazy smile he threw me froze on his face as his mind registered what he allowed me to do to him. I inserted the butt plug into him and led him into the living room area. He fucked off to make me food, wordlessly and obviously in shock after what had happened. While I waited for dinner, my eyes wandered to a photo on a bookshelf, this time one with only two people. Bill and Graham smiling at the fountain in Rome. "Graham!" I called. "Uh, y-yes" he answered from the kitchen. "Your Dad like to take it up his hole?" "I don't...uh...." "Never mind, just get my fuckin' food. I'll find out for myself." I said the last part low, and decided to have a load ready for when Daddy got back. If I had my way (and I usually did) Dr. Bill would have an ass full of my virus before I left this place. He and his son would have a whole lot more in common, and with my help, he'd find a new fuck-buddy a lot closer to home than he could know.
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I am a married man that toys his ass until it is gaping open when no one is around. I just took a big from a guy I met off here and he literally used me for almost 24 hours “with sleep”, but literally he just fucked me all day with it on tape. We didn’t really talk. We just drank, smoked weed and fucked 8-9 loads into me. I finally did it and I’m craving more dick before my 4 days alone are gone.
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I recently went of PreP to give my body a bit of a break and had planned to be good for the time until I went back on it. There wasn't much happening where I was, so I thought it should be pretty easy to behave. But I am a cum hungry bottom slut that when faced with an opportunity just can't say no. A work trip to a main city came up quite suddenly and there was no time to start PreP again. I knew I wasn't going to be able to control myself. When I am horny and an opportunity arises there isn't enough cock or cum in the world to satisfy this bottom. I'm 38 and a modest 5'7" tall with an average to athletic build with a naturally smooth body (except below). I looked up the personals and found a hot guy looking to practice his massage on guys. So I booked him in for 7pm with my fingers crossed I would get more than a happy ending. On the day I ended up finishing work early so thought I would post a random add on Grindr to see if I could get a load before the massage. One guy answered and said he was a tradie not far from me and that he was just finishing work and could do with losing a load. I gave him the address and he asked if I wanted to discuss status. I said not at all. I prefer not to know until the end at least. He said he had to be somewhere in an hour so it would only be a pump and dump. I told him, once I open the door I was his to do whatever he wanted. About 15 minutes later I hear a knock at the door. I've cleaned out and pre-lubed my hole as i expected this would be quick. I opened the door and this guy was in his early 40s, 6" tall with a solid V body wearing work boots, king gee work pants and a king gee singlet with a gorgeous tuft of blonde chest hair. The perfect tradie specimen. He had dirty blonde shoulder length curly hair and a 3 day growth of blonde/ginger beard. He pushes me back from the door and shuts it behind him with his foot and pins me up against the wall near the door and lays a rough hard kiss on me. I could smell the smoke on his body and taste the smoke on his breath. He was already hard as I felt his huge cock press against my cock as he kissed me. I reach down to try to undo his shorts and he grabs my hand and moves it away. He licks my ear and whispers "you don't touch or do anything - your mine". He kisses me hard again and then spins me around and lifts both my hands above my head and tells me they are not to move at all. He grinds his hard cock against my arse while we both still have our shorts on. He kisses my ear and then my neck and then bites me a couple of times on my neck. It hurts a little, but just send electricity through my body and I get hard almost instantly. He then says "today is the day you are really gunna get fucked". He pulls my shorts down to my knees so hard they almost rip. I hear him unbutton his shorts and I feel his huge cock head rub hard against my arse crack. It feels huge about 9 inches and thick. He says "you ready for this? cause I don't have long, so it will be hard and fast, but you'll get what you want I am sure of it". Without any further warning he presses his cock head into my arse about an inch and I feel it crack the first ring. I yelp with pain but at the same time am so turned on. He places his right hand over my mouth and he then says, "that's enough foreplay" and shove the rest in balls deep in one thrust. I almost pass out. Without any time to adjust he begins to piston fuck me against the wall with no hesitation. He does this for about 5 mins before saying "here it comes". He grunts loudly and thrusts 2-3 deep thrusts in me and I can feel the warmth of his cum coating my insides. Around the fourth thrust he holds it there balls deep inside me as he pumps his last drop of cum in me. I can feel his cock twitching inside me. He leans in and kisses my neck again and bites me again a few time as he holds his cock firmly inside me and then I feel his warm breath at my ear and he whispers "...that's it. Keep my toxic load in there. Let it take." He holds it there a few minutes as he continues to kiss and bite my neck and he is breathing deeply, and finally his cock goes soft and slides out. He tells me to stay that way until I hear the door close and within a few minutes he is gone. I am sore and so turned on all in the same moment. I know I have just taken my first toxic load and I am still hard at the thought of it. I decide to embrace the idea and I go to me suit case and grab my but plug and shove it in. I may as well roll with it I decide. Massage guy comes an hour later and in next story.
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You... We met late in the night a few years back. You messaged me on grindr, a blank profile, looking for something. I know when a guy messages me, a profile with no picture and profile, that they are desperate. Horny. Craving for something that can't find in someone they know. Too much shame. You messaged me with a simple, "Hey... looking?" The conversation started out innocently enough, but I pushed your boundaries. Your profile, also blank with just an age. 27. You send a picture and I notice that you look familiar. I realize you have a more open profile with a photo and that I follow you on Instagram, where you pretend to be anything but what you are. A slut. On this profile, you are no one. I can tell. I tell you I am looking to fuck a bottom. You are less than a 5 minute drive away, but it is 3 am. I don't want to waste time just to ghosted. I push again. "What is your address? Into anon?" Maybe that was too far. You don't respond for a while. I start chatting with other guys, but it is late and this isn't a big town. There are only so many options. I am stroking my cock, soaked with precum, thinking about planting it in a hot hole. I usually like to breed, but sometimes bottoms are too demanding and expect it to be safe. I respect that, but I want more. I am guessing you do too, because you respond a few minutes later. You send me a location pin and a picture of you ass up in a jockstrap, with nice furry and full asscheeks. My cock bounces. You are in a decent area in a nice little cul-de-sac of townhouses. You tell me you are on the bottom floor of the town house, in the bedroom right off the main entrance. You tell me you are nervous but horny. You watch a lot of anon porn, but you worry. Then you mention you are stoned and hitting poppers. "I can be there in 5 minutes. You ready?" No response. Im so hard, so horny. I really need to cum. There are a couple of other guys I am chatting with. One, a guy I fucked before, but it is getting late and he can't host. Another, a top. A guy from out of town who is up before heading out for a flight. But I am also a top. I tell him I am chatting with you, joking about how hot it would be to tag team you, we could both fill you up. I figure I should shoot my shot and see what happens. "Im headed towards you." I hop in my car and head over to that area. When I arrive I pull up your Instagram profile. You are a handsome guy. Everything about your on your other grindr profile and social media profiles shows you as an innocent, even vanilla guy. Your pictures and posts are all positive things. Raising money for a charity, sharing important news about another issue in the local community, and other content that suggests your virtues and values are strong, positive, and just. Such a good boy. You do so much community work, so many positive things. I wonder, do people know you are up at 3am, craving anonymous dick from strangers while you sniff poppers and smoke weed? I doubt it. Your shame holds you back but invites me in. Maybe this is just another form of service for you. "Im on your street." I don't know which house you are in, but I figure if I end up even closer and on your street you will have to say yes. It doesn't take me long until I am on your street. A quiet little street. I get a message. It is from the other top. He agrees, tag teaming would be hot. I send him the pictures you sent me, and a location pin. "Im on his street, waiting for him to invite me in." You are not aware of the scenario I am dreaming up for you. Maybe you do. Maybe this is your dream. He sends me a pic of his cock. Uncut, long, big swooping mushroom head. I don't bottom, but I see the appeal. I'd love to watch it disappear into your little good boy hole. You message. "Fuck. Okay. You play safe? Im really nervous." I don't want to play safe. I want to breed your hole. I want to fill you up as you contract your hole around my cock as it creams you deep. Just thinking about it makes me ooze. "I didnt bring any condoms. Prefer to fuck raw." You take a few moments to respond, meanwhile, the other top responds. "I gotta head out to catch a flight soon. I could swing by if you want, we could fuck him together." I am intrigued. But I am not even invited in. I decide to get pushy. Test your limits, for the first time, but not the last. "Look, I am not into playing games. You wanna get used or not? Im in a car with a dripping hard on and I am going to have to get off soon. I can fuck you, it can be quick. I am safe and I get tested, but I don't have condoms on me. You want me to fuck you or not? I can be in there in 1 minute. Im outside in the green Jetta." I figure this is it. He either wants it or he doesn't. But I suspect he wants it. I suspect he wants more than he knows. I message the other top. "If he doesn't want to fuck, we could meet up and jerk off outside together?" He agrees and he is dressed and ready to leave. I tell him to meet me on the street and we can decide what do after that, but then you message. "Okay. Im face down and ass up. You have to be quiet and quick. Come in and fuck me, and leave. Im in number 13. Cool?" You, the good boy, are about to get raw dogged by a total stranger. Maybe two? I reply, "Cool. Get ready." I tuck my hard dick into the waistband of my sweats. It is 7 inches and uncut. I have not trimmed in ages and honestly, I am not the fittest or most attractive guy, but it is my dick and my load that matters to you. You want that. Not me. I message the other top. "I am going to fuck him. He is in number 13. When I am done fucking him Ill message you and let you know if he is into it." The other top likes this. "Fill that fag up". I will. I will fill you, the fag. The slut. The goodboy who has a dirty little secret. I enter the house and see the door slightly ajar to a room off the main hall way. I walk in and there you are. Ass up and face down. As the door creaks open, I hear you moan, followed by deep inhalations of poppers. Your ass is caught in the little bit of light available in the dark room. You are thick, thick and a faggot. I drop my clothes and climb on the bed. I place a hand and roughly push on top of your back as I straddle you. I want you to know I am in charge. "You want this?" You whimper. There is no hope for you. I slap my dick against your hole. I dont see condoms or lube, just your hole and my wet dick. Globs of precum oozing out of the slit. I rub it up and down your crack, teasing your hole. Preparing it for what it wants. Im so charged up I feel like I could cum at any moment. I spit a huge wad down your crack, rub it in with my dick. You didnt get fingered, you don't have any lube, and I am about to slide into you whether you are ready or not. Something tells me you have never been more ready. I start to ease in. I feel zero resistance. Just warmth and pleasure. I moan and you hit the poppers. I start to notice your movements. I suspect you are more than just stoned and poppered up, maybe more shame and secrets, but right now all I care about is getting off and maybe getting you tag teamed. I feel my phone vibrate. I put some weight behind my push and I slip more inside you, not all the way, but enough to start finding some rhythm. You keep hitting those poppers. "Yeah fag." I ease those words out, breathy and slow. This seems to ignite something in you. Perhaps it triggers that delicious shame you feel. That dirty side of you that you are so afraid to let out. It is dark and a strangers dick is easing its way inside you and you are stoned and getting high off fumes. You have no fucking choice but to be exactly who you are. This little faggy slut who is going to get my load. You want it. The other top is on the street. I snap a dark blurry pic of my dick in your hole. You dont even notice, but I send it to the top. Time to push more limits. I start moving in and out a bit more, building up rhythm and power. I feel the pull of your insides as they drag along my dick as I pull out and push in. I bottom out on each thrust and feel your round ass cushioning my hips. My balls slap your taint. This feels electric and I can tell you like it too. You have been huffing poppers since I have arrived. Push those limits. "Fuck dude, this is hot. You take a lot of dick?" Whimpers and moans. No clear responses. Hearing you moan like a pathetic little bitch makes me feel primal. I want to destroy you. You want it too. I know it. "You are such a faggot. You like this?" I hear you groan out a slow and low, "yeah". "Yeah? you like that? You love dick dont you fag?" You are muttering, not totally coherent. The poppers have you flying. "You got anyone else lined up?" The directness seems to startle you a bit. You tense up a bit and just you do, I give you two big slams with my cock and body. You whimper again. Tension disappears. You plead. "No, just you. Fuck." Push those limits. "Yeh? You ever get tag teamed? I wanna watch you take a dick" You tense up again. I feel my phone vibrate. I slam into you again, but this time lay my body on top of yours and put my mouth next to your ear as I start to plow away. I wrap my arms around you as my dick fills you up, takes away your control, and I own you. "Fuck yeh fag. You love that don't you. Being a whore for strangers. Yeh, you like that?" You can't breathe much. I have you wrapped so tightly. "Keep hitting those poppers faggot. I know you want this. You are going to take my dick and my load, I am going to fill you up. Is that what you want?" I know it is working. I have seen sluts like you many times, taking my dick, the dick of others, hungry for it and just needing the permission to let go. Let me give you permission. I am sliding in and out when I feel the phone vibrate again. I sit up a bit, planting my dick deep in your hole, all the way, with force, causing you to pull away. I am causing you some discomfort, but I pull you back. You are not in control. I am. "Keep poppering up. Come on. Gooooood boy." You like it when I call you good boy. I can tell. Your ass loosens just at the words alone. "You gonna be a good boy for me? Do what I say? Do anything I ask?" Whimpers. Moans. It is almost pathetically predictable. You only exist for me in this moment. "I have another top nearby. He wants to fuck you too. Im gonna invite him over and he will fuck you when I am done. Ill line it up for you." You have let go. You have not said yes, you have not said no. You just let me drive it into you. "He is on his way over. Last chance dude." You try to get some words out, but I keep laying my pipe down hard. My thrusts disrupt your speaking. "I... (thrust)... I don't... (thrust)... fuck... I can't (thrust)" I don't let up. Push those limits. "You do what I want. You take this cock. You love it dont you? Im close, but you wont be finished. You need more. Hit those poppers fag. Goodboy. Daddy's little slut." You do as you are told. You hit those poppers. Your limits are blown. You are going to get fucked. I message the guy on the street. "Come in. I am almost done. His hole is ready for you." Minutes later I hear the door open. I think you do too. You hit the poppers harder and harder. You are trying to inhale away the shame, the lust, and the desire. I am thrusting it back into you. The room is dark and I can only just make out the other top as he comes in. When he comes into view he is already half naked, with a hard cock sticking out from under a polo shirt. A daddy on business. Hot. He lines his dick up with your mouth and grabs your hair and shoves it in. You just take it. The sight is almost too much. I start to pick up the rhythm and move closer, laying on top of you again. I am right next to your head as you get facefucked by this other stranger. I know nothing about him, you know even less. I pick up speed and drive deeper. You are being shoved back and forth with my movement. My thrusts are pushing you forward, impaling you on this strangers cock. I whisper in your ear. "I am going to breed you now boy, then he is going to breed you. You are going to get filled up with cum from strangers. You are such a faggot." I keep whispering. Telling you what you already know turns me on. It drives me wild. You know these truths, but saying them outloud, in this room drenched in desire and pathetic attempts and hiding your true nature, I am seeing who you really are. Nothing but someone to please other people. Maybe that is what is true across these two identities. You just exist to be here for others, including me. This cock. Inside you. Coating your asshole in precum, lubing you up for the next guy. My whispers light up the shame inside you. You seem ravenous. You want to be ravished, consumed. Now you just grunt as you drool around his cock and take mine. Im so close. I have not cum in days. Your hole and this scene, your desperation, they take me to the edge. I tighten my grip around you, one arm around your neck, the other pulling your hips and ass closer into me. You can't escape, you need to feel all of me in and outside of you. You start to try and speak, but both cocks, mine and his, make it hard. "Plleee.... ohhh... plea... fuck... oh fuck... plea" I worry you are getting second thoughts. This angle has prevented you from taking poppers. I keep fucking deep. Just as I do, the other top grabs your poppers, takes a hit, and then puts them under your nose, you have no choice but to breath. My arm and his cock have you trapped. You take deep hits. "Unnhh, unnnhhh, unnnhhhh" You become nothing. Just a hole. I lose control. "Fuck (thrust) here it (thrust) comes (thrust)" I spasm. Pumping deep for a few pushes, then I sit there as I spasm, deep inside your hole. I feel you tightening around my cock. You are going completely limp as I fill you up. The other top has a hold on your poppers and your jaw. I feel like my entire being enters you and finds it way deep inside. I keep pulsing, shooting, offering up my body to your shame. I sit there for a few moments when I feel the other top tap my shoulder as I shudder out a few more drops into your ass. "My turn" he says. His turn to own you. Are you ready? You are gooned out of your mind. He pulls out of your mouth and all you can do is drool and leave your tongue hanging. I slide out, stumble back away from the bed slightly. The other top moves around. You start to push up a bit, out of it, but trying to regain some control. He doesn't let you. Before you can re-adjust, he is in you. You are ready. I have made you ready. I stand there and watch while my dick drips long strings of jizz onto the carpeted floor behind your bed. I feel my phone vibrate as I watch the other top slide his dick inside you, making your head board rattle against the wall. My head is light while I witness your fists grip the pillows and sheets. If you thought I was rough, you might be longing for my tenderness now. He is abusing you. What a good boy. ----- maybe to be continued
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I know your type. Mature male, married but separated from your wife. The pale mark where you used to wear a wedding ring gives you away. She moved out because you told her you thought you might be gay. Found herself a boyfriend who actually likes to fuck her. Smart woman. You finally came to grips with your sexuality. You’re gay. You’ve known the truth for a long time. And now you’re here. I like your type, because you’re eager to serve a real man, to be an instrument for his pleasure. It’s what you’ve always fantasized about. Well, before we’re done, you’re going to get more than you imagined. And I’m you’re type. An Alpha daddy. A pure top. When you fucked your wife, you were faking it. You knew you wanted to be the one with a cock buried deep inside you. I have what you crave. Look at my big dick, with a heavy set of balls that you can already imagine smacking against you with each thrust. That’s right. Keep staring, faggot. I bet your mouth is dry right now. You will call me “Sir.” Only real men get to use my name. You’re not a real man. And to me you will always be “boy.” You don’t deserve a name. As I kiss you, I force my tongue into your mouth. To your surprise, you like the taste of cigar tobacco on my tongue. You’re so refined you would never smoke a cigar. You would look ridiculous. Only real men can handle a cigar. What does belong in your mouth is my cock. Get down on your knees. Go ahead and taste it. I’ll let you go slow at first. Your small hands can barely wrap around my tool. Take more. That’s it. This first time I won’t fuck your throat. That’ll come late, after I’ve broken you in, made you my bitch. Like the sound of that, don’t you? My bitch. I’m going to fuck something else now – your ass. Lie on your back, boy. Ah, that’s a nice hole. Tight and puckered. I’m going to ruin it. I like the way you pull your legs up, back and apart, inviting me. That’s how your wife used to do it, right? It’s such a female thing to do. It comes so naturally to you, doesn’t it? How do you think she’d feel if she saw you right now? I bet that thought makes you hot. A rubber? Yeah, I know I said I’d use one. But I don’t cover myself, boy. Do you want me to stop now? It’s not too late. I didn’t think so. You’re too far into this to quit. This is going to be bareback. I’m going to seed you, boy. You like it when I say that. First, a little lube. That’s it. My fingers feel good inside you, don’t they? I can feel you trembling. You’ve wanted this for so long and now it’s actually about to happen…. Relax, boy. It only hurts and burns at the start. There! I’m in past your anal ring. I love that expression on your face. The pleasure has started. And you’re delighted and so proud that you’ve let a real man take you. I just turned your ass into a cunt. God, you’re so tight, even after all that playing with a dildo. Does it surprise you to hear yourself moaning? Your voice is so high-pitched now. I like it when a boy whimpers. Don’t touch your dick. Let it go soft. Let it flap around as I plow your ass. This is about me, got it? Grab my thick arms with your dainty fingers if you need something to hold on to. UMPHH! UH! I’m close now, boy! Here it comes! OOOOH! OOOOH! I just seeded you, boy. Seeded you good. You’re a good cunt for your daddy. Oh, yeah. One more thing I forgot to mention. I’m positive. You’ve got a big toxic load inside you. You’re welcome.
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I love rough sex. Spit no lube so I can really feel it. Like to be slapped around a little too, Any other guys into it. How far? Post below or message me
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I wanted to push my limits as a boy and try more kinky stuff, so i met a daddy online with loads of chems and a play room to push my limits. He was late 50s tall with a 9 inch cock, we start talking and arrange a meet, i knock his door really nervous i step inside and daddy grabs me and pins me down then slams me with a 1g needle of t, im instantly rushing tingling all over, he drags me to his playroom shuts the door then forcefully strips me naked then makes me snort 3 huge lines of c, then pulls his cock out and facefucks me till its hard. His cock is huge and so hard he pulls out my mouth then ties me up and says. " im gonna fuck ur hole now boy " " im a virgin your cocks to big i mumble" he laugh and pulls out another. 1g needle of t then injects it straight into my hole, im so high and helpless i can barely move, daddy gets on top of me and lines his cock up against my hole and says " boy im poz im gonna fill u withh my toxic load and make u my slave" Dontf i mumble please dont. He rams his cock deep inside me and starts thrusting me hard im moaning so loud he keeps fucking me harder and deeper, he keeps going presses his face against mine " boy im gonna abuse u take my toxic load " then shoots his load deep and floods my hole he pulls his cock out and watchs my hole drip his poz load. " good boy ur daddies boy now how are the chems " " i slurr there good im so high " Part 1
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sluttyhungtop01 posted a topic in Toronto Metro Area
The fantasy (much much more a reality) is to have a jocky/athletic build good looking guy who almost exclusively loves to serve/service black men. And I mean the type whom would be willing to do ANYTHING to make their black master happy. One who is more or less blue collar/average in the streets but a complete bitch boy urinal cumdump in the sheets who's goal is to be used over and over again-whether by one dom or multiple at any given time. To be a personal fucktoy... a walking, breathing flashlight...a hole whom happens to have a name is all you desire Does such a person(thing) exist in this city?- 9 replies
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look at you, ya piece of fucking trash kneeling there on the bed, head down because you know you aren't fucking worthy to even look at a real man like me. Arse up, presenting like a dog in heat, desperate to be mounted, fucked and bred like the worthless piece of fuckmeat we both know you are only an hour ago we were chatting online, you telling me how much you NEEDED my thick cock rammed up your shitter. that I told you I liked it rough but you wanted it anyway. you wanted it so bad that you let a fucking stranger come into your flat and find you exposed and ready to be fucked. and here you are now waiting for some signal that I'm actually the bloke you were chatting to. Hell you don't care ya whore. Could be any cock, doesn't matter as long as its a real man fucking you isn't that right whore?? **SMACK** my hand slaps you hard across the right arse cheek. you still don't look around to see who is in the room with ya **SMACK** you yelp as my hand spanks the left cheek but you don't object - you know fucking better. I'll beat the shit out of ya if you complain on the nightstand are the lube and condoms "for my use" as you put it in your chat. well fuck that - I don't use either - as you are about to find out. both hands come down on your cheeks hard and then roughly pull them apart giving me my first real view of your skanky shithole. Your tight little turd tunnel is so fucking excited to see me it actually winks at me like a cheap whore looking for business. 1 glob of spit right on your button and my cock slams balls deep up your arse. your scream is music to my sadistic ears. I slam my body down on top of you pinning you to the bed, preventing you from pulling away as you claw forward trying to get off my cock where do you think you're going???? get back on my cock!!! I slam in again, more beautiful screams and a delicious little *sob* Too big???? nah I think its the perfect size for my pleasure and that's what this is about MY pleasure, not yours you piece of fuckmeat. you're just a cock socket for me to shove my dick into however I want so you better take it and shut the fuck up you cant take it?????? But cuntface, you told me you COULD take it in our chat - no wait - actually you said you could take the dick that I sent you a pic of!!!!! Yeah sorry, that wasn't a pic of MY arse-ripping cock - just a random pic off the internet. Didn't want to scare ya!!! bet your pretty scared now though huh? Slamming in and out of your hole, fucking love your squeals and yelps as I angle my cock in different directions to make sure I bruise every inch of your pathetic insides Man I am loving the spasms in your arse ring - or what's left of it - as you desperately try to recover from my almost dry entry. Cant have that, you were made for suffering. a few punches causes your fuckhole to clench again making the sensations on my cock so much better. unfortunately its been 4 days since I last used an ass so this is gonna sadly be a quick one. I rape your hole harder, viciously as I get closer to my orgasm, trying to block out your crying - not because I don't want to hear them but because they will push me over the edge sooner finally with a bellow, I cum, shooting wads of spunk deep inside your torn up shitpipe, whitewashing your guts. I collapse on top of you as the last of my seed dribbles into your guts. eventually I get up and yank my cock out of your fuckhole, causing another little yelp from you. the tight little pucker that winked at me earlier now looks more like a black eye "don't move" I command and you obey like the pathetic little sub you are. I grab my now flaccid cock and start pissing over your ass, hole (which must have stung judging by your sobs and clenching) and the bed. Just wish my cock had been harder so I could have shoved it back in. I pull up my shorts and jeans and am out the door before you even realise I'm finished I get home and predictably there is a message from you. I open it expecting a big long rant or complaint about not using a condom or that I raped you or pissed over your skanky duvet but instead it was just one line... "Same time next week???"
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The first part of the story contains only gay content. You can find it here. Part II of "In My Neighbour's Back Yard" Should I do it? I thought for at least the thousandth time. Or maybe two-thousandth. Hard to keep track when all I could think about for the past week was sex, sex and more sex. Wonderful, bareback, raw, uncomplicated but passionate sex. And the promise of more. I fidgeted, waiting with mounting excitement and an annoying level of mild guilt. I had showered, I was clean, and nervous as hell. Sweaty palms be damned. Where was that phone message? I glanced over at my dour wife. She lay on the lounge watching TV. Still a good looking woman for her age – shaggy hair coloured light brown, baggy purple t-shirt concealing large breasts, sweat-pants covering long nicely shaped legs – she could move like a smooth pole dancer and capture my heart, but our intimacy had perished years ago when she claimed the dreaded pause from men had hit. She just did not give a shit about my sexual feelings and needs, and she apparently had none herself. So we lived in celibate fakery, a calm existence, punctuated by my odd secret online wankfest. Until last weekend. My phone queeped. I jumped. The anticipated message read: "Me mates are on their way. Get your arse over here now, slut." I took another deep breath, deleted the message, and felt my heart thump harder. The guilt washed over me for a moment. I looked over again. Fuck her, I thought. I have needs. Courage. I can do it, and I'll have a ball, literally. I dug fingers into the chair and made the fateful final decision. Standing, I said, "I'll be off now." "Going next door to see Peter and his boys?" "Yah." "Watch the footy?" Yes. Some of his mates are coming over, too. Maybe shoot some pool as well." "Your new hobby?" She actually chuckled. "Maybe make some new friends." "Sticks and balls and holes," I said, imaging hard fleshy sticks, hanging full balls and yawning male holes. If only she knew. I swallowed. I doubted very much I would see any football as I hoped to be far too busy. "Don't know when I'll be back. Could be late." I felt my heart beat and my eager penis twitch. "Have fun, then," she said and winked at me before tucking her hand between her thighs and turning her attention back to the dull romance movie. It was now a sex scene. I wondered what my sexless wife thought about that. She never looked at me as I slunk out the front door. As I hurried down our long gravel driveway I recalled last weekend. Something amazing had happened. Something that may have changed my life forever. Something maybe I should not have done, but I had and now I have become consumed by it. I craved it again. I thought I was straight, but sex with another man? Oh, yes. The best sex I had ever experienced. Raw, unrelenting, more passionate than anything I had known before. Pure sex for its own sake. I had loved it. My older neighbour Peter and his two sons had been amazing. I yearned for more. A half moon ghosted the pebbly driveway. I live on a private acre property surrounded by other large lots and new homes. Privacy comes from thick trees and shrubs and a brick house set near the middle of the lot. Peter's place next door is private, too, with a large back yard full of old cars and an enormous shed almost as big as a small house. I made my way through the cool evening air to his unlit front porch. Hesitating, heart pounding, I reached and rapped. The solid wooden inner door swung to reveal Peter standing behind the brown screen. His thick body shadowed by a hall light, he pushed the screen door open, grabbed my shirt and roughly pulled me inside. "About fuckin' time, slut!" he snapped. He threw me against the wall and kicked the door shut at the same time. His burly body slammed against me, knocking the breath out through my nose and astonished mouth. He wore a white singlet and nothing else. His thick cock swelled as he smashed against my body and began jabbing it at my crotch. I squirmed and felt his hot breath and scratchy beard on my face. "Get this shit off!" Pressing his heavy body against me, Peter pulled on my belt, tugged on my jeans. Never before had I ever felt such strong desire. My emotions flamed. My instantly hard cock strained. My body tensed, ready for whatever he was about to do to me. I quickly pushed down my tattered jeans, kicked shoes and jocks and pants away. Peter immediately began to thrust his cock against my own stiffening prong. He pulled my t-shirt over and off, grabbed my shoulders and roughly kissed me. His tongue pushed between my stunned lips and flicked against my own. My sweaty palms instinctively slid down his hairy body to his hips and clenching rear. He fiercely bucked against me then shoved me away. Forget romance, forget soft foreplay, this was rough urgent sex and it felt fabulous. "Let's go! They'll be here soon but I can't wait to fuck your tight virgin arse again." Now naked, he pulled me through his house. I stumbled along a sparsely furnished family area around which doorless bedrooms gaped. He tugged me through the door at the back of the room, into the laundry, then out a squeaking screen door, across cement pavers and through another heavy wooden door inlaid with frosted glass. Instead of the back yard, I stumbled into the shed. Some shed! The "shed" was nothing short of an amazing man cave. Spotlessly clean, to our left an ornate, fully stocked bar glistened with bottles, glasses and mirrors. Before us a green pool table stood waiting, balls in formation, cues and triangle neatly racked beside a leather couch. Behind the pool table lay an enormous bed covered by a soft doona. A black iron frame held the king-size mattress just off the carpet. To the right of the bed, a solid metal hook hung screwed into one of the raked ceiling's steel rafters. An enormous flat screen, flanked by tall speakers, dominated the far wall above the bed. Uplamps cast a mysterious soft glow without shadowing. The most amazing thing: egg cartons adorned the walls. Of course: sound proofing. Excellent! Peter pulled me to the bed and literally threw me onto the mattress. Now naked, I bounced and spun onto my back. Up on elbows, my own cock standing, I waited for him to pounce. Instead he stood at the foot of the bed, fists on hips and legs parted akimbo, and gazed down at me. I stared at his big semi-hard cock and barrel shaped tough body. "Assume the position," he ordered. I shook my head. "What?" "On your hands and knees. Do my dick." "Yes, sir!" I scooted down to the end of the bed, reached and gently took hold of his stiff cock. I looked up at his stern face with an obedient puppy-dog expression. "Knock it off and keep me hard." Holding the base, never releasing eye contact, I opened my mouth and took him in. I loved his cock. I sucked and licked, used my tongue to roll back his foreskin, rubbed the tight crown with my lips and tongue, and began to jerk the stem at the same time. Almost like a religion I worshiped that solid, rubbery pole of steely passion. I moaned and slobbered and licked and rubbed, did everything I could think to mount his prurient pleasure. To make him good and stiff before his assault on my quivering body. In a few minutes of exciting work, he had indeed hardened further. He pulled back and twirled his fingers. "You're a good little cocksucker, almost as good as my son Roger. Now, slut, present yourself. Get that round arse up." Obediently, I spun around, positioned myself, looked at the iron bars of the bed's head, and waited. Would I be tied up? Or cuffed? I felt the bed move as he mounted and knee-walked up behind me. I gasped when his thick fingers first slid along my back, then down to my rump. He begin to kneed and part the cheeks. I felt his scratchy beard against my rear then his tongue flick at the sensitive rim of my anus. I shuddered and gasped again in amazement! Sparks of sensation shuddered through my switched-on body. Fuck my wife, I thought, she never did anything like this to me! Behind me, I felt Peter silently rise then slip the bulging tip of his big cockhead between my fleshy cheeks. He pressed against my pucker. Almost panting, head down, I waited. Come on, I thought, I'm more than ready! "Do you remember last weekend?" "Oh, yeah," I breathed. "Really well." "Want it again?" "Oh, yes! Been waiting." Felt him push. "Why didn't you come over? I said the boys could have you if you ever came over. They were keen to tag team." "Didn't want to … oof! … seem too eager or desperate." "Why not? You're our slut now, and if you can take it, we'll fuck you every day." "I can take it. I can take it." "Right, then. Just get you lubed up first." He reached to the side. I heard a snap then felt cool smear at the entrance to my needy rectum. He pushed a finger in and I jerked and let out a gasp. Then his finger was replaced by something bigger, something huge trying to invade my body. I felt his legs against mine then felt myself begin to take the tip of his hard cock. Resistance is useless, I told my body. Just take it. Despite the excitement I tried to relax. I blew out as he pushed slowly and let it happen. I just opened up for him as if my body already knew what to do. Like before, I felt little pain. Instead, a marvellous full sensation filled my body and mind as his thick cock stretched my rectum. I felt him push slowly into me. I couldn't help it. "Oh, fuck yes," escaped my trembling lips. I felt myself dilate further. The fat invader slid in and in until his hips butted against my butt. I was now panting heavily. My own cock remained rigid, parallel to my stomach, constantly jerking. My butt was filled with so much cock I thought my guts might churn. I could not help gripping it firmly with my rear muscles as I waited for him to begin the lovely friction. I felt Peter edge back but not quite out, then very slowly push in again. "Not all the way in yet but we'll get there." Not all the way? How could he possibly stuff any more inside me? I felt him push harder until something gave way and he popped in even further. His hips slammed against my butt and I felt absolutely stuffed by his enormous cock. It felt like a solid pole from which my body dangled. "Good man," he said and patted my rear. He leaned over my back, his heavy weight causing me to shake. He reached around and grasped my tight pulsing rod. He pushed and I collapsed onto my stomach. His legs parted mine. He released me, placed his hands beneath my arms, pulled back then shoved his huge cock in again. I wuffed as he knocked my breath out. Back then in. I could feel every inch slide in and out. I lay with my head on a pillow and wallowed with each thrust as he proceeded to fuck my arse with strong strokes. I loved it! The amazing feelings lept like lightening from my arse through my body causing me to grunt with each of his powerful jabs. Little orgasms began to erupt, one after the other and it became difficult to breathe. How could this get any better? "How's that, slut? I see you remembered what I taught you. I can feel you clenching your arse nicely. I bet I've got you cumming, too." "Oh, I'm cumming alright." Not even trying, I hoped I was automatically giving him as much pleasure as he gave me. "You feel better than Maria," he announced as he more rapidly slammed into me. "I've been banging her for two years. She's eager for it, and she loves anal and threesomes. Have to arrange something with you, but you'll have to play the role of a cuckold and service us. She'll want to see me do this to you. That's what she likes." Sounded like complete bullshit but I was in no position to disagree. Without slackening his pace, Peter said, "Listen, slut, have to warn you about the others. They can get rough and there's a twist." "Ug! A … twist. What's … ug! …that?" "You'll see." "Where are … oof! … Roger and Flynn?" "They're at a mate's. Probably fucking him." A noise diverted my attention. "Hey, Pete!" someone called. "You started without us. And who's this?" Fuck! Embarrassment flashed through me, but there was nothing I could do. Without slowing, Peter said, "Our new fucktoy. This is Ben. We get to bang him tonight." "Cool. I see you've already started doing that." "Ben, this is Trev." A medium size bald man with very dark skin hovered at the edge of the bed. "Hey, Ben," he said. He was already unbuttoning his black shirt. Peter said, "That's Frank, and that one is Stacey, Frank's wicked daughter." I managed to croak, "Hey. Nice, uh, to meet you." I swallowed embarrassment. Here I was, naked, on my stomach on a huge bed being fucked in my nearly virgin arse by another man in front of strangers. I had thought tonight might be men only, but shit, a girl, too. Daughter? Oh, wow. What have I stumbled into? Peter apparently had frequent sex with his own sons, and they with each other, and he knew someone else who maybe did the same. The man definitely had interesting friends. When Peter lifted off my back and pulled out, I released a huge breath, levered myself up onto my hands and knees, turned around and nodded at everyone. A meek, "Hi" squeaked from my dry lips. Peter said, "Ben, here, is our fucktoy for the night. Caught him [banned word] on me boys in the back yard last weekend and invited him to join. He now loves bareback man sex, don't you pig? He is still pretty much a virgin, so tonight we can teach him how to be a good cumdump." Trev, the black man, had almost finished undressing. "Can't wait, man." Medium height and age, his hairless body sported muscles from obvious workouts. He took his hairless soft cock in hand and began to jerk. I watched it quickly inflate from small to large, an amazing transformation. Shorter Frank, maybe around my age, excitedly hopped from foot to foot as he stripped. He stared at my wilting penis and literally licked his lips. Stacey removed her t-shirt revealing modest braless pointed breasts with small nipples. A dragon tattoo fired on her left side. Clearly young, I could not discern her age and feared she wasn't legal, maybe 16 or so. Stacey sported a definite gothic look with short black hair, thick dark eye makeup, black lips and fingernails. In a husky voice, she said, "He looks good enough to fuck tonight." She did not undress further but kept on the short leather skirt, red fishnets and tall black boots encrusted with silver buckles and laces. She sat on the lounge like a queen and crossed her knees. Peter stood next to her. Smiling, she began to stroke his still hard cock before erotically taking it into her mouth. Despite licking him, she never took her dark eyes off me. Trevor stepped up to the side of the bed and presented his penis to my flushed face. "Come on, boy, get this thing up so I can bang your white arse." I took hold and pulled it into my eager mouth. He looked over at Peter and Stacey and winked. "Can't wait!" Frank said again. "Here, give us your dick." Frank hopped over to Trevor who took Frank's excited penis into his hand. I noticed a gold wedding band. "When do you have to leave?" Peter said. His hand smoothed Stacey's short hair while she worked his re-stiffening cock. "I only have an hour. My hubby's at metal-sculpting, and I know he is screwing the teacher after class so it could be longer." "How do you know he's doing that?" Trev laughed. "Because I screw the teacher, too, and he told me." "Can't wait!" Frank bellowed again. He lept onto the bed. He pulled at my hips. Somehow I managed to keep Trevor's hardening dick in my working mouth while Frank probed my butt with his eager waggling dong. "Got it!" he shouted. I felt him suddenly jam up my gaping arse. I gasped, "Fuck!". I was thankful he wasn't as big as Peter but he made up for it in enthusiasm. The man began to root furiously. I grunted around a mouthful of tasty throbbing penis and had to admit to myself I really did love having a cock fucking up back there. Even his digging fingers felt great. And having another on which to suck at the same time brought heaven on Earth. "Shit, man," I heard Stacey say. "Are you that hard up?" Frank said, "I'm that hard! I haven't had it since I fucked you and your boyfriend last Tuesday. Shit, he's slick but tight." "Still a virgin," I heard Peter say. I was sucking a man while another rapidly fucked me. All I needed now was someone else to play with me at the same time. My dick felt hard enough to explode, and the frantic rubbing inside my arse just promoted all those lovely little prostate zaplettes, one after another. It became difficult to breathe through my nose as my body trembled and shook from Frank's pummelling and my nervous system's attempts at mini-orgasms. For a moment I lost it. Trevor snapped, "Hey, dude, I'm almost there." I lunged and sucked his ultra-hard cock back into my mouth so deep I almost gagged. I had heard about swallowing, so I tried to do that. It felt absolutely weird and I just gagged. I said, "Sorry, man," then sucked so hard he laughed. I craned my head and saw Stacey still gently stroking Peter's hard-again cock and watching my face with amusement. Frank suddenly yelled something and shoved so hard that Trevor's cock almost did go down my throat. I coughed loudly. Arms whirling, he stumbled back from the edge of the bed. I held my ground while feeling Frank's pulses shoot warmth into the bowels of my quivering body. Just, wow, even more amazing than I remembered last weekend. I loved the strong throbbing sensations so much I almost came myself. When Frank pulled away I actually gasped. I suddenly felt very empty back there. "Come on," I said almost panting. "More. I can take more." I turned so I could see everyone. Trevor pushed Frank off the bed and immediately raced behind me. He roughly parted my arse cheeks and I felt him probe. When he found the right spot, he shoved hard, almost knocking me down. He grabbed my hips and began to stroke himself in and out rapidly, using my anus like a tight fist. He didn't say a word but breathed heavily. My entire body was forced to sway in time to his powerful pelvic thrusts. I tried to fuck back but he simply pulled and pushed my hips. "Oh, fuckin' yes!" Frank turned to Stacey. "Come on, bitch, I'm ready." Still holding smiling Peter's stiff cock, she casually replied, "No bastard sticks it up my sissy cunt without permission. Not even you, Daddy." "But I'm your father. That gives me permission." "Not at all, twink, Remember: I was the one who seduced you." she commented with a naughty smile. "Oh, I remember alright. Five years ago, wasn't it?" "Six," she said. "I'm not in the mood tonight to bottom for you." She released Peter, stood tall, and swayed over to the bed. I could not see her but I felt her weight next to Trevor. Then I heard the unmistakable sounds of kissing and humming and tonguing. Trevor slowed briefly but then sped up again. I had gone slightly soft but the slapping of his thighs against my rump and the feeling of his big cock shovelling in and out caused me to stiffen again. I felt a hand a hand on my aching cock. Relief! I glanced down and saw it was black nailed Stacey's hand. She was fondling me at the same time as pleasuring Trevor. Her fingers felt divine as she began to rub and stroke. Frank climbed onto the bed on his knees and shoved his cock at my face. I opened and took it in. The bed rocked even more as Peter knee-walked behind thrusting Trevor. "Ready for it, Trev?" he announced. "About time you old [banned word]." "Who you calling a [banned word]?" "You are and you know it, old [banned word] fart." Trevor paused. "Oh, yeah," I heard. "You know I love being the meat in a man sandwich." I remember Peter saying it turned him on when he could fuck a man who was already fucking another man. "Great arse," I heard Peter say. "Nice and round and tight." I was suddenly shoved onto my stomach. My legs and arms shot out and I cried in surprise. Peter had jammed himself into Trevor and was fucking hard enough to push us all down. Stacey fell onto the bed next to me. I felt her firm breasts press against my body and her breath on my ear. I felt Trevor's cock forced in and out by Peter's savage thrusting. Stacey's teeth slid on my earlobe and then her lips and tongue wet my face as I was bounced on the bed. "Just wait," she whispered, "until I get to you." I twisted my head. Her eager dark rimmed light blue eyes loomed before she began to kiss me. Two kisses then her tongue flicked. I couldn't believe it. I was being fucked by one man while another fucked him. A young girl was kissing me while pressing her half naked body against mine, and her father was wanking himself next to my head, too. I began to pant heavily. The strong sensations rose in my arse and suddenly exploded through my body. Lightening cracked. The sky split. Thunder roiled. I yelled. My cock did not shoot but it felt as if everything else did. Stacey stuck her tongue between my lips as her lips mauled. Peter yelled, "You fuckin' did it, mate!" "Yeah!" Trevor called. "I can feel you cummin'. And I am, too! Oh yeah!" At the same time Peter unloaded into Trevor, Trev blasted into me. "It just turns me on too much when someone else participates at the same time." Trevor and Peter pulled away and stepped off the bed. I caught a glimpse of Trevor's swollen wet and dripping cock. I had had that up my rear! I felt wet drip down my leg. He and Frank must have filled me pretty good. Stacey rolled away and off the bed. She went back to Peter, knelt, and took his spermy cock into her mouth. I could hear the slurping. "Good, girl," he said. "About time!" Frank slid straight back into my rectum and began to root quickly. I could hardly feel his smaller cock. He slapped my bum and complained, "He's not tight any more. Too stretched by you big boys." I clamped hard and Frank yelped. "Oh, yeah, that's better." He fucked on for several minutes until he finally began to "Ha…ha…ha…ha…" and jammed himself against me. I could feel him squirt several times before pulling away. I rolled over onto my back and gestured to Frank. "My turn?" He just looked at me and laughed. "Can't, mate. I'm shot and I gotta go and can't have a leaky arse." I watched Trevor and Frank begin to dress. "Too bad," Peter said. "No seconds tonight." "Well," I called, "could I fuck anyone else here?" Laughing, Frank and Trevor both left quickly. This was it? I thought. I mean, the group experience felt terrific and I was already craving another dick, but that's it? Quick fucks and everyone is gone in half an hour? "I have my car," Stacey announced. "Tell you what," she said to Peter, "I'm horny as a raging goat. How about I fuck him and then spend the night keeping you awake?" Peter grinned and nodded. "Sounds like a good plan." "Right," she said rubbing her hands together. "First, I'll just make sure you're ready for me." She crawled onto the bed, leaned down and sucked my dick into her impatient mouth. I caressed her short hair then smooth back as her head bobbed and she licked and sucked me to further hardness. It didn't take much. She sat up and gazed down at my smiling face. "Okay, boy, here we go. Hope you're ready." She balanced on her knees, reached behind, unzipped her leather skirt, unwrapped it and tossed it to the side. There before my astonished and delighted face proudly stood a very beautiful, very hard, very ready penis. A brilliant cock supported by two large tight testicles. It stood up for me as if begging. I looked up and she smirked. "Didn't expect that, did you?" Peter laughed, too. "Remember the house rule, slut. Have fun with him." He turned and left the room. Stacey pushed me onto my back and crawled over my body. "Are you a she or a he?" I blurted. "Either," Stacey said. "I prefer she, but I'm half and half. Sometimes I'm taken as a boy cross-dresser and other times a trans. Either way is fine. These boobs are natural but I have a boy's hips. I like to dress and act female sometimes, and male other times. Tonight you got Stacey instead of Stan. But what matters to me most is fucking." She parted my legs with hers, dropped her hips and pressed that amazing cock against me. My legs instinctively wrapped around her thrusting rear. In seconds she had fully embedded herself. Her Goldilocks cock was just right: not too big, not too small, just right. It filled me like no other. She lay down on my body, making sure her nipples and firm breasts pressed against mine. Her smirking face stared down at my astonishment. "How's that feel?" My hands slid down her back. "Um, simply amazing. You feel terrific." "Of course I do!" After another kiss, I felt her begin to move. Out then in, out then in, slowly at first then faster and faster until she was literally pummelling my body. Laughing, she held herself up with her harms and fucked even harder. I slipped my hands down to her tight round butt and held on as she fucked me with wave-like motions. The raw sexual sensations became even more amazing. It didn't take long, maybe only a few minutes, but it felt almost like forever. When it happened her eyes widened, she yelled loudly, "Fuck, I'm filling you!" I felt her magic cock spurt and spurt and spurt. She did not stop shoving the entire time, she just kept at it even after finishing. "Feels fucking great. Going to do it again." She stayed amazingly hard and continued to use my body for her enormous pleasure. It was as if the strong orgasm had not diminished her desire but instead renewed and increased it. This time her thrusts became stronger, more powerful, insistent, demanding. I lay beneath her body and revelled at my great fortune. After she came very loudly a second time, she withdrew, squatted while still hard, and regarded me with a tipped head. Her hand slipped up and down my own stiff, aching shaft. "I could keep going but I think you need something. I want to give it to you. You have permission. We'll do it bareback. I never rubber up. And do not pull out." I would have been happy if she wanted to keep doing me but instead, she straddled my hips and lowered her thin hot body. My aching cock sunk deep into her trembling body. Eyes closed in rapture, she then rose and fell, fucking me at her own pace. I watched her face twist as her pleasure mounted. When I tried to move my hips, she mashed down on me and shook her pretty head. Five minutes later she lay full on my body, grabbed my arms and rolled us until I was on top. Her legs tightened together, capturing my prong. She shoved up, encouraging me to fuck her. Which, of course, I did. I held her thin body and shoved myself hard and deep, over and over and over, until I felt that wonderful tingling in my legs then balls then dick. Just as I was about to cum, she cried, "Wait!" she and pushed me off. The nearly nude half-girl scampered off the bed and hopped up on the pool table. With a wicked smile she crooked her finger at me and parted her booted legs wide. Her amazing cock remained standing and wet and wanting. I crawled off the bed and stood before her. She reached, grabbed my dick, and roughly pulled me against the solid table. She levered my hard knob beneath her ballsac, reached around and pulled at my arse. She scooted forward and I pushed until I was once again engulfed in warm, tight heaven. She kissed me and began to move and pant immediately. Her legs rose and encircled my waist, tugging me deep. Then she slowly lay back onto the table. Her arms flailed and pool balls clicked, snapped and rolled. One sunk. "Come on. Do me. I need it. Shoot your hot jizz into me." I reached for her breasts – they felt soft and natural – leaned down and tongue-flicked an erect nipple. She squirmed and began to hunch me. She smacked her palms against my head and glared up at me. Through gritted teeth, she hissed, "Come on! Fuck that load into me!" I pushed hard. I rooted fiercely. I jammed as deep into her as I could, almost at machine-gun pace. My breaths deepened. I panted heavily. I was incredibly turned on. I went at it for minute after minute while she twisted and moaned. Soon that incredible electric feeling shot through my body, from my groin down my legs and out through my arms. Just as I began to pulse I felt her wonderful cock, wedged between our heaving stomachs, spurt again, showering us with sticky magic spunk. She squirmed, yelled something, gritted her teeth and continued to fuck me with increased savage power. "Give it to me! Give it to me! Give it to me!" That was it. My body tensed, electrified further, and I let loose with a blood-curdling banshee scream. I pushed very hard, jammed myself into her as far as I could and let loose. My triumphant cock blasted. Uncontrollable powerful spasms ruled the universe as she grabbed my head and thrust her tongue deep. Her entire youthful body writhed as she took in shot after shot of my horny juice. I could feel her own cock and anus respond and pulse, too, adding more glue to our wanton union. When she let go, I pushed up, panted heavily, and began to laugh. She laughed, too. "Wow, I really felt that. How ya doing?" "Pretty damn good," I puffed. "You came and you're still hard." "Sure am." "You can stay like this and keep on going?" "I don't go down until I'm done. I can cum, keep going, and cum again. Each time just pushes me onto the next. I can do it for hours." "Dinkum?" "True blue." "Krikey." We stopped moving and laughed together at the stupid comments. She slapped my arm. "I can keep doing this all night but you look exhausted. You certainly came hard and long. It felt fuckin' great, let me tell you. I loved it." On a whim I said, "How old are you?" "Same age as Flynn." That would make her nineteen. That meant she seduced her father when she was thirteen. That meant she was more than thirty years younger than myself and had more than forty years between herself and Peter. I wondered what her amazing life had been like. What was it like growing up? When did she start having sex? She seduced her father? How? When did she decide she was female or had she always been like that? What he really a cross-dresser or a she transperson? So many stupid questions! None of them mattered. Only the feelings, the urges, the craving for more raw sex. I pushed up and off and pulled out. She levered herself up, laughed, and flicked my wet bouncing cock. "Cool. Oops, don't want to mess the felt." She swung a booted fishnetted leg around and spritely hopped off the table. "Listen, you're cool. I like the way you feel. How about we do this again, just us, okay?" Her finger trailed down my sticky chest. "I can fuck you for a whole afternoon, and I'll give you permission again. What do you say?" How could I refuse an angel? "Let me know when and where and I'm yours." Peter came back into the room with a beer. Stacey pecked my cheek and hopped over to him. "Hey, there." She sidled up against the burly bearded man who wore only a singlet. Her hand fondled his penis as she kissed his cheek. Hers still stuck up strong. "You wanna fuck?" Shocked, I said, "What are you doing?" She smiled at me. "He has permission. Besides, house rule. I'll have his boys later after they get home, too. We'll have an all-nighter." Oh, yes, I thought. The house rule: not allowed to say no to sex. "What about your boyfriend?" "Oh, fuck no. Dushan's a one-shot wonder. So is Dad, but you somehow got two out of him tonight, so you did well." I shook my head in amazement and slight jealousy. Peter gets to fuck with an energetic, demanding teen who can go at it the entire night. I forced my heart calm. He motioned to me. "Get yourself cleaned up and mosey on home. I'll let you know when I've arranged the threesome with Maria." "Maria?" Stacey said in mock astonishment. "You still banging that neglected nymphomaniac housewife?" "We're down to once a week." Peter wrapped a big arm around her shoulders, bent his head, and kissed the, um, delightful girl who had just filled my arse. Gob-smacked was the least of my problems. I could seriously get to like her and knew that would be a very stupid move. I sat on the toilet and felt a large amount of fluid drip. I cleaned and dressed. I heard giggling noises and laughter and creaking from Peter's doorless bedroom. I tiptoed through the family room and peeked. Her smaller body lay on top of him. His hands held her undulating rump. His legs hooked over her shoulders as she strongly fucked into his wicked arse. She suddenly let loose a loud orgasmic shout and, "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" I watched her whole body spasm. She turned her head, smiled at me, and continued to fuck him. I grinned, nodded and waved. I knew I could have joined them – house rule – but instead I left. As I staggered back home, my legs trembled. I felt weak but my heart continued to beat strongly. And my empty anus, well, I needed another cock back up there as soon as I could arrange it. I knew I would crave that full feeling forevermore. I found my wife still spread out on the couch. I paused and gazed down at her. Why did she have to be such a prude? She had given up on the most wonderful thing in the universe: sex. But that had driven me onto something greater and much more spiritually fulfilling, not to mention physically. Sex with men was definitely far better and much purer. She woke and looked up. "Did you have fun?" I chuckled. "Yeah, I did." "How was the game?" "Invigorating," I said. "Energetic. More than I expected. Bit of a surprise, too." "Lots of sticking on that pool table?" "That, too." She looked up at me and actually smiled. "As I said before, it is always good to have a hobby. One needs pleasure in one's life." Guilt washed my soul for a moment before I told it who was boss. My wife winked at me and smiled. And I wondered. ### July 2021 by Hozzel. Authors notes: I was not sure which part of Breeding Zone this should should be posted, so I posted it in the same area as part 1. This is an original work of fiction. The characters are all invented but the story stems from a real experience related to me many years ago by a spunky online friend from Sydney. We used to exchange scalding hot emails, and had a great deal of fun describing what we would do to each other. He had gotten off on my Mistress J and mansex stories, and he gave me permission to use his real all-male gangbang experience in a story. He described himself as a multi-cummer who loved being restrained and fucked for an hour solid by his top buddy and his buddy's mates. As he travelled cross-country for work, we agreed to get together when he was in my state. He promised to fill my virgin arse with many loads and I promised he could bottom for me, too. Sadly, he passed away from asbestosis before the fun-filled hookup could happen. This one's for you, mate. It would have been one hot afternoon. I would love to hear your thoughts about part III. What would you like? What will happen? If you liked this scene, if it turned you on, especially if it caused a hard throbbing wet response, I would positively love to hear from you! Always up for email fun, too. Ping me at my pseudonym, athenamorgansbox at gmail dot com.
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Adrian came back to our shared room as I was packing. It was the end of the season at the holiday camp and I was starting university after the weekend. He’d been swimming, as usual, and wore only his uniform green speedos when he flopped onto his bed. “You off tomorrow then?” “Yeah. Getting…” He cut me off, “Better suck my cock one last time, then, eh?” He’d clocked me as gay almost as soon as we were billeted together. I couldn’t stop myself snatching glances at him – a couple of years older than me (I’m 18,) he was the camp lifeguard so spent his life in speedos and tight t-shirt with a towel round his neck. His short blonde hair was constantly damp. I learnt the ‘trade’ quickly, and had been sucking him nearly every day the whole season since. Well, him, half the male staff and a succession of holidaying dads and teens, and a few grandads for that matter. My name, trade and chalet number were scratched on many cubicle doors in the guest and staff toilets. He raised a little off the bed and pushed the speedos down to show his semi-hard 7” cock. I pulled the wet speedos off him and started licking his shaft. I knew exactly how he liked it – lots of tongue work round his shaft and balls, and under his foreskin. NO HANDS. Then take him slowly into my mouth, sucking and licking and even some nibbling until choking him into my throat. That had taken a while to learn, and the first time I had to puke in the waste bin. I was glad he had quite a slim shaft and small spongy head. Now, he easily breached my throat and seemed to really like my gagging and choking and retching – at least, it always got him harder and verbal, “Yeah, choke on me cocksucker.” Sometimes, he’d stand over me or have me with my head hanging off the end of the bed and literally fuck my throat. Today, though, he just lay on his bed while I worked his cock in my mouth and throat. I’d been swallowing his meat for about 15 minutes – my eyes and nose were streaming, there was spit and mucous all over his cock and my face, my jaw and throat were sore. I slowed and started licking round his crown to take a slight breather, but he had other ideas. He pushed me away and I landed with my chest on my bed. He had one hand on the back of my neck and pulled down my shorts and underpants with the other. I shook my head and squirmed around to try and escape, but he was much stronger than me. He hacked up a mouthful of phlegm and spat it straight on my hole, making me struggle more. “Wriggle all you like, I’ve been waiting all summer to take your cherry ass.” I felt the slimy head of his cock press against me as he held me down by the shoulders. I tried to say “No.” but I was muffled into the mattress, so I clenched as hard as I could. “The more you resist, the more it’s gonna hurt you.” And he pushed hard enough to get his head past my resistance. I screamed into the bed and tried to buck him off, but that simply let him drive in further. The stabbing burning pain was almost unbearable as he pounded into me. Slowly, though, the pain ebbed away as my sphincter and ass muscles adjusted. “Yeah, you’re a cocksucker and a fuck boy now,” he sniggered, and he picked up a faster, harder and deeper stroke. Then he started growling like he does before he cums and gave several quick sharp jabs before holding himself just inside. When his started pumping he slowly slid himself back in and rocked himself inside while his cock still pulsed. As his breathing steadied, he pulled out and sat on his bed. I stayed where I was, but reached down to pull my shorts and pants up. I didn’t want to look at him, but he reached over and grabbed the neck of my t-shirt. Pulling me towards him he said “You’re still a cocksucker, and I’ve got a dirty one here for you to clean.” I looked at the slimy, softening cock – covered in his cum and what was probably blood, and felt my gorge rising. But I knew what would happen if I didn’t. He’d slap me around like he had when I nearly puked on him. So I took him in my mouth and cleaned him off. When he was satisfied, he pushed me away, hauled on a fresh t-shirt and shorts and left.
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Drew Dixon has to be the most-envied bottom cumslut after the massive load March fucks into him - piss lovers get a treat too - not a plug for RFC whoops - just what I jerked off to last night - and probably again until I find a Nigel March dildo - #MaximusGirthMarch
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It's happened to me a few times. I like rough sex, but usually rough sex doesn't come close to rape. The few times when it did, I eventually liked it in the moment, or I came to like it in the next few days and went back for more. It's a real risk for the top. It's impossible to know how the bottom will react. I've had soemthing similar to this happen: http://neiko94.tumblr.com/post/47261419393/bdsmgay-slut-a-movie-scene-fiction-but Would love to hear form tops and bottoms.- 56 replies
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To Start this whole thing started when (Role Playing) i was tricked by my Ex to do a three-way, it was fun at first, the but the other guy fucked her so hard and was so big (i couldn't believe she was taking it) he stretched her out so much that when it was my turn i was just sloshing around in her cum filled pussy, then she made me eat out my load and his load (which oh my god was so much) this was my first time eating another mans cum it was more salty then mine she kept going on "make sure you get it all" something about not wanting babies she actually had a few orgasms while I was down there, from there it got worse she kept saying I don't know how a real man fucks and my 7 inch cock didn't satisfy her "Maybe you should experience it first hand" later i found out she had planned the whole thing as part of her breaking up with me. My Ex-girlfriend's big dicked bull took her cue putting fingers in my hole while I was eating her cum filled pussy, then I felt a bigger push on my hole screamed "Wait Wait...." but he just put his weight on me and started fucking me they talked to each other like I wasn't there making fun of my "tiny" cock! (which was soft now) you'd be soft too if your girl was calling you a "pussy" while some guy you just met has his 9 inch cock in you up to your belly, it wasn't fun but I thought if I just go with it I could get out and forget the whole thing, but then something started to happen I started to feel something going on my body started to get use to the pounding and constant open and closing of my hole around this massive pole it felt good and I just wanted this huge cock to feel good too so I started to push back I here myself start to moan Evan though I could hear them both laughing I didn't care I just wanted to get all the way to the base of his monster cock show him I was better than her! I felt my insides filling up like someone turned on a water hose my stomach was filling full he was cumming so much when he pulled out it poured out of my open hole like syrup and just keep flowing out my hole onto the floor I shot the biggest load and longest orgasum of my life (I'm getting Hard thinking about it now) anyway he said now we both belong to him he had her put a cock lock on my junk because he was in charge of when I fucked and when I could Evan touch myself , in my head I thought maybe I should let a man who obviously knows what's best for me have that power, after all he took me to a place I never dreamed I'd go, the pleasure from his fucking me was not like anything I'd ever felt before sure I'd played with guys before but this really did something to me! it had to be the sheer size because I've been in 3-ways before where me and the other guy fucked each other but I've only ever had my size or smaller I'd find myself craving his big dick but never knowing when I'd be lucky enough to get it, I tell myself now that I'm Bi but I'm starting to feel like a sub , that was four months or so ago, now he just drops by my apt. (I moved out from my girls place) anytime day or night with the promise of letting me out of my cage, once he came by my job (i work commission in electronics) and said in front of at least 3 of my co-workers "Hey ,you want me to open your cock cage today?" "Then i need my dick sucked right now" I whispered to him to knock it off and walked him to the back away from people ,he said where's the locker room we can "Talk" there. still not wanting a scene I showed him where we change, he's bigger than me (6'2 blue eyes reddish hair muscle broad chested stud) before I could talk him down to doing it later he got me the mens room and pushed me into the big stall in my works bathroom, he unzipped and pulled out his fat dick which still wasn't hard but almost 8 inches, i didn't want to do it but thought if i'd just submit and suck it maybe he'd leave or at least cum fast and go before my bosses realized I was off the floor, he said he would go all had to do was suck on the head (which was pretty fat) he just wanted me to know he owned all of my holes so i was about to take his cock in my mouth, but then something changed his mind I thought I heard the door open but I didn't see anyone, he told me to pull down my pants he wanted to check to see if his favorite fuck hole i still had the cock cage on, if i was still locked, some part of me felt good to know I was his favorite that meant my ass pleased him more than any of his other fuck toys ! "Yes I'm still in my cock cage sir" he said "That's a good boy" then he bent me over and told me to put my hands on the back of the stall wall he started grabbing my balls and pulling on chastity cage to make sure I couldn't get it off, I looked back and saw him take 3 fingers wet them with spit and started playing with my hole, it felt good I forgot where I was he was finger fucking me slowly opening my ass up, I was starting to get hard in the cage it hurt my dick but my ass felt so good , I thought I heard a giggle then pain, he slammed his 9 inch man sized cock only half way in my ass I wasn't really ready! I whisper yelled "stop it oh Fuck!" and he slapped me in the back of my head and said "Shut the fuck up holes don't talk" then he pulled out and then really plowed into me. I starting to take his size he was fucking my hole so hard his balls were banging into mine , he must have bang me for a good 15 min. his cock started to get harder than before ! All of sudden he stopped, i could feel his dick pulsing his load into my ass he was convulsing and definitely unloading, in my euphoria I thought i heard him talking and then that empty feeling when he pulled out, i thought it was over but he said in a forceful owner commanding voice "Don't look over here boy, Keep Your hands on the fucking wall!" i didn't want to get slapped again , then holy shit! i felt my ass getting stretched to point of splitting something so big around, not as deep as his cock but so fat around I knew it was another guy, fuck this new guy was so hard and so big around too, he fucked me slow but with so much cum in my hole it was easier to get a good stroke going then my ass opened up around his super wide dick I could hardly breathe with every pound he got closer to bottoming out, he began fucking my ass so hard, really pounding me fucking me I heard myself loudly moan and saying incoherant things my hand were still on the wall and my dick starting to get hard in the cage again which really hurt, all of a sudden without any hands i started cumming all over my pants down around my ankles, the top of the toilet the guy is still fucking me making a slapping sound every time he fucks into me lifting me of my feet with every hammer banging thrust ,now i hear other people in the room, I'm embarrassed now but the thought of a crowd of men waiting outside to take a turn at fucking me pushes me other edge I start cumming a 2nd time in my haze I can't tell if they're laughing or cheering the guy fucking me on, when I started to shoot my ass tries to contract around this foster's Beer size cock he starts cumming and it feels like someone is emptying a enama bag inside me, he cums so much, he keeps trying to fuck me till his dick goes soft and just falls out of my now wide open gapping hole! reality slowly returns as I come out of my need to serve cock , I hear a different voice say "O.K. you can put your hands down" "I'm Done"I turn around and I'm in shock it was one of my supervisors/boss Dennis, I thought he was the super "Mr. Straight Guy" he's married/separated with 3 kids! He turns me around and presents his cock for me to clean off which Evan soft is still fat as fuck his balls are huge grey/brown hairy balls, he's a good looking 40 something I've noticed his bulge sometimes but I never dreamed it was so big around, he'd joke his wife didn't like sex with him because it hurt, but fuck I came twice ! I don't know what I like better wider like Dennis or fat and deep like my owner, my Ex-girl's Bull is long gone by now and Dennis says "i thought you might be a closet case!" "Late night shifts are gonna be fun" he puts his fat cock away and tells the other two guys who were watching hoping to get a turn at me getting fucked in the bathroom "breaks over back to work, you can get a turn later" now i just get teased all the time for being a Cock whore, guys at work just cum up to me and make me suck their cocks during breaks , I did get a 10 dollar raise on top of my commission I'm liking my job a lot better, any day of the week one of the guys i work with might take my mouth or my ass! I use to hate it but it feels so natural to serve a real men!
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In My Neighbour's Backyard By Hozzel A loud noise from the neighbour's backyard first attracted my attention. A solid thumping noise, as if someone punched metal over and over. A strange, weird noise accented each thump, like repeated grunts, with a staccato rhythm, "Uh...uh...uh..." Curious, I snuck between the leafy shrubs up to the corrugated iron fence and peered between the branches into their big back yard. Next to a big shed, the yard was littered with old cars, parts of old cars, wheels and tyres. "Oh, fuck!" I heard. The vision startled me. I hopped back, shocked and aroused at the same time. I quickly peeked over the fence again. 18-year-old Roger, the younger brother, spread face-down over the bonnet of one of an old car. His fists beat the dirty white bonnet while his bare bum and legs quivered from the hammering he received from his older completely naked brother, Flynn. Mouth open, I realized my breathing had deepened and I had become instantly solid. Flynn fucked fast and hard into his brother. I could hear his hips as they quick slapped against Roger's bare arse. I saw Flynn's fingers curl and then heard Roger yelp when he thumped the bonnet again. Between his spread legs I could just make out Roger's tight balls and stiff cock. It flopped up and down with every pelvic punch from eager Flynn. As I stared I realized Roger was pushing back in time to Flynn's heavy thrusts. They were fucking each other. Roger yelled, "Harder, harder!" and Flynn went into overdrive. Clearly no one was being forced here. The boys wanted to do this. "Hey! Not without me!" Their dad ran around the corner of the shed, dropped his board shorts and kicked them away. My mouth hung further open as I marvelled at his big hardening cock. The grey fuzz surrounding the thickening base was not enough to hide its size. Is he going to…? "What have I told you boys about doing it in the open!" Guilt and shame suddenly washed through me. I was spying on my neighbours having incestuous male sex. I was peeking, [banned word], a naughty voyeur. And they were men! I wasn't into men, although I had secretly enjoyed trans and gay porn and got off from it. I knew my straight-laced wife would throw a tizzy if she caught me with the porn or doing this. Luckily she was out shopping. I could not help myself and simply had to spy again. Peter, their bear-shaped bearded dad with a dragon tattoo on his left upper arm, stepped up behind Flynn, roughly grabbed the boy's narrow hips and thrust that great big hard thing into his son's skinny arse. He didn't take his time and ease it in, he pushed hard and grunted loud, causing Flynn to shout. "Fuck, Dad!" "There's a real bareback cock in ya now," the older man said firmly. He slammed against his older son and the late teenage son pushed against his younger brother. "I know you love it up the arse just as much as Rog." Flynn cried out as his father began to fuck like mad and let out a continuous loud moan. It escalated into a non-stop holler which quavered from his pounding. The hairy older man held his son's hips and just hammered relentlessly. Flynn shook from the body hits and Roger kept pounding the bonnet and yelping, "Shit, that's good!" That was it. Decency be damned! Intrigued, I unzipped, pulled my hard dick out and began to wank the foreskin back and forth. I watched them go at it for the next five minutes. Peter, clearly a strong fucker, never missed a beat. He never slowed or paused except to change his footing. He fucked his boy hard, with an ongoing animal growl, until, suddenly, I saw his shaking rear clench. I heard a loud grunt and watched the boys' father jam hard and deep. "Feel that? Fuckin' loading you, boy," Peter said loudly. Roger yelled something like, "You fuckin' got me goin'! Gaaa…" I glimpsed his cock jerking and guessed he was coming, too. Their dad slapped and grunted a few more times then pulled out. His singlet topped chest heaved from deep breaths. Fluid dripped from his son's arse. He turned toward me and motioned, "Come on over and join in!" I could not believe it. I was caught! Embarrassed, I scrambled back. I heard, "Come on, hop over, Ben. It's okay, isn't it boys?" Peter's bearded face appeared on the other side of the fence. "I knew you were [banned word] on us. My boys like to be fucked and they don't mind bein' watched. They do it to each other all the time. They're supposed to keep it inside but on a day like this, what can I say? Perfect weather for havin' a root outdoors." He turned and called, "Hey, boys! Would you like to have a go with Ben?" I heard thumping on the car and, "Yeah!" Then the rhythmic squeaking of the car resumed as Flynn fucked into his young brother again. "Hang on," I said, tucked myself away, and came back with a step-stool. Peter helped me over the fence. "Strip off," Peter instructed. He reached down and unbuckled my belt. "Can't fuck properly with all this gear." He quickly removed all my clothes. "You're hard as a rock," he observed, fondling my erection. It felt weird having another man paw at me, but in my aroused state, I actually liked it. Wearing flipflops only, I walked barearse naked, with their father's fingers rubbing my knob, up to the rooting lads. I had visited their home only once before and now something made sense. All the inside doors had been removed. No secrets. Easy access. I had heard yelling and even screaming before and now I knew the cause. Peter pointed, "Don't be shy, mate. My boys really like to suck and fuck. There's a nicely slick arse right there for you. Go ahead, stick it in. Or would you rather be the bottom?" He shoved me toward his sons. "Both," I stammered. I knew what he meant. Flynn pulled out of his brother, stepped to the side. I stood behind the young boy and looked down at his rear, right where his older brother's cock had just been. "Go ahead," ordered their father. "He'll love it." "Yeah," Roger chirped. "Stick it in me bum." I shook my head, stepped up and pressed the swollen head of my cock between the boy's cheeks. What the fuck was I about to do? When I hesitated, Flynn shoved me in the back and I suddenly pushed all the way into Roger. My shocked dick went in easily. One push and I penetrated deep. It felt unbelievably snug and positively marvelous. I felt Roger's internal muscles clench and clench on me as he started to move. My wife had never, ever, allowed anal sex. For that matter, sex between us had become almost non-existent for years. But now, here it was, I was doing anal for the first time, and doing it with a teenage boy, my neighbour's youngest son. Gay sex. I was not freaked out, and it felt wonderful! I would never be the same again. "Go ahead," Flynn said to me. "He likes it rough." I placed my palms on Roger's hips and, started to shove in and out. Roger grunted with each of my thrusts. "Uh…uh…uh… Fuckin' come on," he snapped. "Give it to me!" Right. I grabbed his bony hips and began to pound into him. The intense sensations mounted quickly. It wouldn't take long. I slowed, trying to draw out the feelings and my quickening climax. "Too good," I muttered. "Here," I heard Peter say, "see if you like this." He stepped up behind me and took my hips in thick-fingered hands. I stopped and felt his big cock push between my arsecheeks. Stunned, I held still and let him have his way. Flynn said, "Dad likes to fuck us when we're fucking each other." This was another wonderful fantasy: to be taken over and over by another man or a strong trans. I had dreamed what it would feel like when a real penis fucked into my guts instead of a broom handle. Now here it was and the reality felt far hotter. Peter slowly pushed into me. It felt like a huge slug invaded my body. I stood rock still, leaned over Roger, felt all the astonishing sensations, and panted while his father slowly slid his enormous prick up my rectum. This was great! When I felt his hips against my rear, he paused and said, "You're fuckin' tight. How does that feel?" "Good," I breathed. "Huge. Full." "Hurt any?" "Barely," I admitted. In fact, there was almost no pain, just the feeling of being stretched and stuffed full. I had no idea I could take that much. "Like it?" "Love it," I said truthfully, bent over his son. "Good. You must be a natural. Here goes, slut." He pulled almost out then pushed himself back into me. I let out an explosive breath. I could feel his entire cock slide in and out as he began to fuck, a fabulous carnal feeling. Soon he was fucking me quickly. This caused me to do the same to Roger. My own penis swelled further as it slipped inside the boy's arse. Peter shovelled and something inside my rear began to tingle. It felt as if an orgasm was quickly rising. In an attempt to hold off I huffed "Oof! How often do you do this?" "All the time," Flynn said. "Do you like it, Rog?" I asked. I slid my palms over the youth's bare back while Peter fucked me with short, jabbing strokes. "Fuck, yeah." "Do you ever get to do it? Get to top?" "Yeah. But I like being a cumdump best." "You do it with anyone else?" "Sure. When me mates or Flynn's mates come over. Or Dad's buddies." Their father suddenly slammed into me, knocking my breath out through my nose. "Yeah, he's a right cumdump, Roger is. Flynn, too. I'm getting' there. How're you doin'?" "Fuckin' hell, I think you're screwing my prostate," I said. "I'm coming without squirting." My body twisted in pure pleasure as a fluidless orgasm flashed through me. I had never felt anything like it before and it was unbelievable! Despite coming, my erection remained hard inside Roger's arse, and I felt as if I could do it again immediately. But I felt Peter ram himself against my buttocks, felt his enormous cock swell even further, and felt him begin to pulse inside me. Felt the strong volleys of thick warm fluid as he shot into me, over and over. It triggered my own stronger orgasm. I could no longer hold back. I yelled very loud and shot over and over into the teenage boy. "What'd ya scream like that that for?" "Better that way," I panted. "Like karate. Yelling and screaming makes it feel stronger. Greater punch." "Have to remember that at the next gangbang." The weight on my back suddenly lifted. My anus felt empty, my rear cool and exposed. Peter smacked my bum. "That your first time, mate?" "Yah." "Cool. Ready for more?" I started to stand up. My legs felt weak. I shook briefly, but I stammered, "Okay." "Anyone else want another round with our new slut? He's been broken in." Roger levered himself off the car and faced me. He was hard again. Long and thin and straight up. "I want to fuck you." "Go ahead," I heard Peter instruct. "Ben, here, is our new fucktoy." Roger stood before me, grabbed my arms roughly, and pulled my body against his. For a skinny boy, he was quite strong. Face close, I felt his hot breath then lips on mine then tongue as he tried to lick my own tongue. What the hell, I let him, and returned the passionate kiss. My hands descended to his round rump and I felt his hard cock rub against mine. He then wrestled me to the dirt. On my back, eager Roger spread my thighs with his hips and knees and proceeded to fill me nicely. Grinning, he pushed up over me and began to fuck me in earnest with long steady strokes and panting breaths. Flynn fell onto his brother. Roger paused while Flynn inserted. And then their father, his fat renewed, stepped between our legs and pushed into his older son. My legs stretched wide, I revelled in the amazing but awkward four-way fuck. "He's ours, now. Let's go, boys! Breed him! Knock him up!" "You gonna poz him, Dad?" "Why not!" Three more loads in my butt later, Flynn and Roger took turns sucking and licking me hard again. I felt ready to fuck once more. Instead of being worn out, I was super-charged, energized for the next hit of fantastic, shameless sex in my neighbour's sunny backyard. My rear tingled with only slight soreness. The boys, however, pissed off, literally leaving me with their insatiable father. Peter placed his hands on the old car, arms straight, spread his hairy legs and offered himself to me. "I'll teach ya how to bottom, ya old cunt." He did. He came hands free, too, this time screaming like a banshee. Me, too. After, as he escorted me back to my home, he said, "My buddies'll be over Saturday night. You can be the slut at the centre of our next gangbang. In fact, come over any time. We have a 'not allowed to say no' policy." I nodded and admitted, "Sounds great. Love to." I had loved it. The feeling of their cocks filling my arse still tingled nicely. I had crossed a new line in my life, one I was not about to reject. "Applies to you, too, of course. Whatever any of us wants, you have to obey." "Sure." Late that afternoon, my frumpy wife commented that I seemed in a particularly happy mood and asked what I had done during the day. "Hopped over the fence and visited the neighbours," I said. "Turns out we have a hobby in common, so I might be spending more time over there. I'm going over to watch the footy Saturday night." Visions of men taking me raw danced in my new-found wicked imagination. "That's nice, dear," she said. "Always good to have a hobby." ### July 2021 by Hozzel. This is a work of fiction. It is not based on a real event. Or is it? If you liked this scene, if it turned you on, especially if it caused a throbbing response, I would love to hear from you! Always up for email fun, too. Ping me at athenamorgansbox at gmail dot com.
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Any group sex or bb top up for some rough domination sex in or around Manchester?
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What was you most brutal fuck? The hardest you were used and breed?
