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Bareback Smegma Fuck and Ass to Mouth fetish, hookups , pics, clips? Can train you to be my Sissy Slut. Summarize your desire !
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i have a foreskin and smegma fetish. I’ve had no problem finding uncut men to suck, but it’s not easy to find men who are willing to share their unwashed cocks with someone who wants to savor the scent and perhaps even taste a little cheese. So if there are any men out there that might get off on another man sniffing and cleaning his cheese, hit me up.
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Earl the 22 year old fairy was slender, sported long bleached hair and no facial hair, wore no glasses and had manicured nails like a woman. He looked like a titless broad. I was a couple of inches taller at 6' and 50 lbs. heavier at 200 even. I was twice his age, balding, bearded, wore my classic mens hornrim style glasses which I preferred over the wire frames men started wearing in the early 1970's. The dirt under my nails was as black as my glasses frames. I had a buddy who was similar to me in height and age but he weighed 250, his glasses had the tortoise shell coloring and he had brown straight hair, just a mustache, and he bit his nails. We were in our early forties. Like me Darrel was a Top. Earl acted like he wanted to be pozzed. I had fucked a punk that Darrel had fucked but didnt know Darren had been pozzed by another 'hole he had fucked. I caught the "aids flu" almost a couple of weeks later. Darrel and I had just come from the aids clinic and saw Earl who then cruised us. "Looks ike a queen in heat." I said gesturing to the blond fairy sitting on a bench. "I'd like to pump my aids up that twat." replied Darrel as he reached under his gut and grabbed his crotch. "I'm with ya." I told him and kissed him. We walked over to the queen. "Hi fella." I said as Darrel grinned. "Hi there!" the fella gushed. We set our asses on the bench next to him and began talking. Earl gave us the limp wrist when we shook hands introducing ourselves. He than asked us if we fucked ass. I proudly said that I enjoyed fucking ass and mouth as well as getting rimmed and my sweaty feet orally serviced. Darrel was similar to me in tastes but also liked feeding his dick cheeze to cocksuckers although he didnt tell Earl that. We ended up going to the cheap motel where our buddy Hank took many of his conquests. "Hi Dave." I said to Dave the desk clerk and landlord of the motel. "Hi studs. Adding another conquest to your guns?" he replied as we shook hands, his manly nailbitten fingers feeling good in my hand. He shook hands longer with Darrel and they kissed. Dave's obese wife was oblivious to us, her mind buried in the latest trash novel she was reading in the room behind the office. I then kissed Dave and took the room key he handed me while he took the money from Earl. Once in the room we all stripped and Earl started things off right by kneeling and kissing our dicks and noticed Darren's foreskin. He sucked the man's cock and licked smegma from under his foreskin, swallowing it while humming in delight. Darrel thrust a few times out of manly instinct as the fairy sucked his dick clean. We men hugged and french kissed while Earl did his duty beneath my buddy's modest gut. Darrel skinned his hood back in Earl's mouth so the the poof could eat the rest of his cheeze. My dick was hardening as we men shared man to man affection with Earl eating my fellow stud's smegma. Earl then sucked off of the man's dick and kissed it. "Who wants to fuck me first?" Earl offered. "How tight are you?" I asked him. He said he had lost his anal cherry two months before and had been raped a month later. It turned out one of my friends had raped him. He saw my boner harden more so Darrel told me to go first. Earl switched his position from under Darrel's gut to my cock and took it in his mouth. He sucked a while, inhaling my crotch odors while humming in delight, then opened wide, pulled back and kissed my spitty dick. Earl pulled back the covers on the bed, lay on his stomach and spread his legs while I added some grease to his spit on my dick. Darrel and I spat on his hole and I mounted him. "You better bite the pillow." I warned him. He obliged and I put my dick to his hole. He winced as I let my weight drive it in. He whined, shook and shuddered as my stiff prick forced its way into his sphincters. My dick then popped through and he stifled a scream as I continued on up his ass and hilted myself. I had him pinned and he asked me if I had aids. "Yes." I replied with a grin that Darrel returned. "Please pull out. I dont want it. Please!" he whined. "Fuck you. Once I'm in I fuck and cum. You should have asked at the Center, not wait until after my dick's in you." I told him in no uncertain terms as I brutally thrust twice and then flexed my hilted love muscle deep inside his still tight hole. The rape laws in this state applied only to men raping women and even if Earl was a woman, the law at the time stated that once a woman consented to penetration and the man had entered he has the right to fuck and cum before having to pull out. I began fucking the fairy who screamed and cursed us. Darrel stuffed our dirty socks we'd worn for a few days into the poof's mouth and held them as the poof struggled under me. I held his wrists as he tried to ineffectually kick. I thrust in his ass as he tried to resist my dick. I was having a ball performing one of my more difficult conquests because I was winning. The more he tried to wiggle his ass the more action my dick got in it as my loins joyfully pumped pain into him with my powerful-feeling prick. I was sweating and breathing hard as I thrust in him, my pelvis rocking back and forth driving my hard seven inches deep with each thrust. I had to jab my thick nails into his wrists to help still him as I took the piece of ass he owed me. Darrel was still holding the back of his head with one hand and our stinky socks in his mouth with the other. I kissed Darrel's masculine hand and soldiered on, my hips taking over as earl sobbed, knowing he was defeated and his fate sealed after putting up a futile fight to save himself from my deadly aids-gun and its poison sperm-bullets. "Take it you fuckin' bitch. Make my dick feel good!" I growled as sweat dripped from my brow into my glasses. "You're doing good my friend." Darrel said as I drilled the asshole. My dick was feeling really good tearing up the nice tight twat. I jack-hammered and then told the punk, "Ready or not, here I cum!" as I rammed it in with a series of brutal hip-snaps and hilted myself as my intial volley of half a dozen deadly spurts of pleasure erupted from my powerful penis into his sore hole. I then thrust a few more times, my pevis slapping his ass with each quick full thrust of my joy-filled penis, and then lay on and in him, satiated, as the last of my sperms carried their toxic load from my dick into his rectal walls. "Excellent job stud." Darrel said as we kissed. I then thrust some more to zark-off the last of my spunk into Earl who lay limp under me sobbing feeling sorry for himself. "You hard?" I adled Darrel. "Fuck, I have a diamond-cutter here. Let me at 'im." he replied. I pulled my spent love-shaft from the asshole who seemed relieved and took over holding his head and mouth. "Dont pull anything bitch." I told Earl who obeyed, fearing we'd just make things harder. Darrel mounted him and found his target. He slid his dick right in and began fucking. Watching my heavy buddy fuck that asshole in my cum was a turnon, especially knowing he'd also pump his deadly load up him. Being intact, Darrel' was able to cum sooner than I did although he was also turned on by fucking in my cum. I myself had taken seconds after him a few times which reduced the time I needed to get my rocks off because I was always turned on fucking a hole he had just fucked and shot his load in. Darrel's fingertips bulged out from in front of of his bitten nails as he held Earl's wrists in a vise-like grip. He manfully fucked Earl who was defeated and knew his fate was sealed. Soon my partner was fucking harder, beginning to breathe hard and just start to sweat as he enjoyed himself. My own dick was starting to harden as Darrel fucked Earl faster and harder. The stud then grunted and hilted himself as his dick released his deadly load. "Man that feels so good spurtin' off in that cunt." Darrel happily exclaimed and thrust again as Earl struggled again at being called a cunt. I kept holding Earl's head as Darrel and I french kissed. "Time to pull out of this cunt but first I need to thrust some more in it." he added, pumping a few more strokes to force our sperms into the rips in Earl's rectal walls before yanking out. "Suck it clean!" Darrel ordered the poof who vehmently spat out the socks as soon as his head was released. Instead of obeying, the bitch spouted off a string of profanities and swung at us until Darrel restrained him and told him to go douche out his cunt. The perv obeyed then, going into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. "Here, wipe that asshole's shit off with this." I said as I handed Darrel Earl's shirt. Darrel cleaned himself off and handed me the shirt. I wiped my dick on the remaining clean spot and threw it onto Earl's clothes and we got dressed. We headed to the door and Earl came out as we walked out the door. As it was, he got dressed except for his shirt and ran out looking for us. By that time we had dropped off the key and were gone. David later said the poof was pissed but knew not to bother looking for us. We were sad that the session had gone from glad to bad but were happy that we had completed our goal. Darrel later told me he'd heard that Earl had converted. We men hugged and french kissed as we caressed each other through our pants. We celebrated with Darrel jacking us off into some poof's mouth and pissing in it in an alley behind a bar.All in all the fairy had it cumming.
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Hey guys! I know Portugal its a quiet place, but let's some noise in the social media and share content or made some partys! I'm living in Porto actually and need know others guys to [banned word] talk about it. Lets made a group in Telegram? Who are with me?
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This is part 1 of a fictional story. It's fairly raunchy and filthy so read the tags before proceeding. Subsequent parts will be based on reader's desires so feel free to leave comments, feedbacks and your most twisted kinks that you want to read going forward in this story. Today marks three years since my life changed for the better. When you read my story going forward, you might argue if I'm truly better off. It would be a valid argument except what you wouldn't understand is that, secretly, this is exactly what I had wanted all my life and more. But I'm getting ahead of myself. August 2017 (3 years ago) My life was awesome. Back then, I was Ian Connelly, the successful CMO of one of the largest consulting firms in the world. At 35, I was rich, successful and the poster boy for American capitalism. I had played by the rules, worked my ass off and had achieved everything I had set out to do. People loved me, they wanted to be with me, they wanted to be me, they looked up to me and craved my company in their life. The other advantage of success was the constant availability of sex. Women, men, trans, queer- whatever I was in the mood for, a few phone calls and I could have someone delivered to my door. I could do what I want with little accountability and by god, did I love it. And yet, I wasn't truly happy. There was something I wanted but I was too afraid to seek it. Afraid of opening that door and stepping into a life I so desperately craved, and yet terrified of. I wanted to be pozzed. I wanted to be a slave. I wanted to be a poz slave. It had been a fantasy since my undergrad days. A desire that had translated to hours on the internet seeking porn and discussions that scratched that itch. And over the years, that fantasy got darker and more fucked up. I wanted to be pozzed by an ugly beast. A man far removed from society's notion of acceptable behavior who would take me in his arms and give me a place to kneel next to his feet. A man so disgusting, that the idea of him would make people shudder in disgust. His audacity for filth would be a natural barrier to any person and yet, he would do nothing to change the way he was. Just picturing someone like him would make my dick throb. That fantasy got worse over the years and it delved deeper into some very fucked up desires. I wanted to be blackmailed into getting pozzed. Blackmailed by such a man to be pozzed by him and be his slave or be outed as a closeted, repressed bug chaser sub. It was just a fantasy. Until it wasn't anymore. -- I had been browsing the internet for some pozzing videos in one of the popular HIV forums. My desires were clearly stated in my profile but despite countless messages from many guys over the years, I had never acted on them. I had fun chatting with guys, telling them what I wanted while I jerked off and blew my load. When I saw a message from a new user called 'Pig-Farmer', I figured it would be a fun way to get off. We exchanged pleasantries and a few body pics. His user name was apt because the man looked like a pig. I didn't see his face but he was clearly big, burly and hairy. Piercings and tattoos adorned his hairy body but what really piqued my interest was the scorpion tattoo on his neck and the biohazard symbol above his groin. I sent him photos of my naked muscled fuzzy front and back, with a clear shot of my parted ass cheeks and visible hole. He responded with a photo of his dick. Actually, it wasn't a dick. It was a weapon of mass destruction. Not very long (about 7-7.5 inches but wider than a beer can. Dark veins covered the length of his manhood and it all ended at a dark pink head with a frenum, ampallang, lorum and a PA (I know all about cock piercings). The sight of his cock made my mouth water and my ass throb. Then he sent me a pic of his ass and it made me lose my mind. It wasn't just that he had a furry, big ass (which he most certainly did), but it looked dirty. The sight of it, while revolting to most, made me swoon. Picturing myself between them, my tongue lapping at that disgusting beautiful hole was all I wanted and I wanted it bad. We exchanged a bunch of messages after that and I got the sense he didn't have this happen to him often when someone would seek his company despite seeing him in all his glory. He wasn't very chatty but he was unapologetically filthy. This was the start of a beautiful online friendship that lasted for two months. He would send me pics of his dirty cock, all slimy and cheesy, that would make my cock harden and ooze. In exchange, I would send him pics of my bubble butt. Sometimes, I'd be at work when he'd tell me to send him pics so I'd take off my trousers and send him ass pics, wearing business formals on top and showing off my hole. Eventually, I sent him pics of my face. He never asked for them but during the time I had been talking to him, a connection had been established. I trusted him but most importantly, I wanted him to know who I was. He never showed me his face and I didn't ask for it. Somehow, it made it hotter knowing that he could put up my pics online and I'd have no way of stopping him. After two months of regular conversations, he finally proposed a meeting. He sent me an address about an hour's drive away, far outside city limits and asked me to meet him there three days later. At first, I was scared. As long as it was online, there was an element of control but was I ready to meet someone knowing where it would end? I knew this was my only chance, to have what I had always wanted but I was nevertheless scared shitless. The thought kept bothering me until the day of our proposed meet. Yet, as scared as I was, I decided to go. The address was in a very isolated area. An abandoned factory was the only place around for miles and it seemed I was supposed to go inside. I walked up to the front door and tried to open it but it was locked. Confused, I was about to step out when the door opened and out stepped a big burly bouncer. "The fuck do you want?", he grumbled with a snarl. I was at a loss of words. What was this place and why was I told to come here? Where was my online friend? Did he prank me? Thoughts like these raced through my mind as I scrambled for words. Defeated, I turned around to leave when suddenly "Yo, come in. I know why you're here", the bouncer said. I was confused by his attitude but I decided to go inside. Once in, the door closed behind me and I found myself in a corridor. The bouncer asked me to follow him and we walked through the corridor until we came upon a large door. "Step in", he said pulling the huge door open. Inside, I found myself in a pub of some kind. Men of all kinds and ages were in there, drinking, conversing and enjoying themselves. I saw two guys drinking and chatting while rubbing each other's cock through the fabric of their pants. A rather large man was being aggressively kissed by a muscular dude who was squeezing the big man's hefty chub. A skinny dude was getting his nipples twisted by a silver fox, while getting his dick rubbed by another gentleman. I made my way towards the bar and ordered a beer. My friend was nowhere to be seen and I had zero clue as to why I was here. I downed my beer pretty quickly and ordered another, waiting for him to show up. Eventually, I realized I had been stood up and decided to call it a night. Suddenly, I felt my nipples being grabbed and twisted hard, making me moan. I felt a man's weight against my back with the smell of booze and man musk violating my nasal senses, while his hands worked my nipples. "I am glad you came boy." It was him! I tried turning around but he put more weight against me, preventing me from turning. I'm a strong guy, with years of weight training under my belt but this man was stronger, much stronger. "Just relax baby. Let me work those pig tits and you finish that beer." His words were like an aphrodisiac that calmed me down. I had a slight buzz going too, which might have helped in making me more suggestible and docile but I adhered to his words and kept sipping my drink while he played with my nipples. "You're hot, boy. Daddy's gonna like turning a hot guy into a real pig." His words went straight to my cock which started chubbing up quickly. He noticed it as one of his hands slipped down my body and rubbed my cock through my jeans. "Yeah, that's a nice cock. Looks like you're liking daddy's attention." "Fuck yeah daddy, feels so good." "Finish your drink and pay up. We are leaving boy," he said while withdrawing his hands from my nipples and cock. I downed my beer in one go and pulled up some cash when daddy stopped me. "No cash boy. Pay him with a card, Apple Pay or any other traceable shit like that." As weird as that instruction was, I did what he told me to. I pulled up my credit card and paid my tab. "Good boy. We are leaving now," he barked. He didn't wait for my answer as he walked towards the entrance door. I was frozen in place. The situation, as hot it was, was making me apprehensive. If I went with him, I was opening myself to something there was no coming back from. It was hot and part of me wanted it really bad but my conscious mind reigned supreme. I decided to slip out quietly without him noticing, saving myself from the situation I had put myself in. I waited for a few mins before slipping out. He was nowhere to be seen and I made a dash for my car. I had parked a little way off the road, away from anyone's sight, which gave me an advantage. Or, so I thought. "Going somewhere?" his voice boomed in the silent night, just as I was about to open the door to my car. "Mmm yeah, look, I gotta run. Something's come up at work," I stammered and opened the door of my car. "You sure boy?" his voice dropped a few octaves, turning into a slight whisper, as he started walking towards me. I was still facing my car when I felt him behind me. I was about to turn when I felt the sharp prick of something against my spine. It was a knife. The man had a knife to my back! My legs were shaking, I was sweating and breathing deep slow breaths, trying to stay calm. He stayed frozen too, his knife resting against my back, as the strong musky smell wafting off of him turned me on ever so slightly. Here I was, in a perpetual life and death situation, sporting a partial. At that moment, I felt truly fucked up as waves of both horniness and fear raced through my body. "Here's what's gonna happen boy. You are gonna leave your car here and you are going to come with me. Understood?" "Yes." I felt the knife pressing against my back harder as he leaned in closer to my ear. "Yes what boy?" "Yes...Yes sir." "Try again boy" "Yes..Daddy" "That's right boy. You're gonna love what Daddy has planned for you. All the fucked up shit you're too pussy to do by yourself, Daddy's gonna make you do it boy." He pulled the knife off my back and my body relaxed. I let out a deep breath to release my anxiety when I felt him push me against my car and push his weight against my back. "You don't have a choice anymore boy. If you think about leaving, you should know that this place is a known private club for poz men to meet. You used your card here, think what would happen if people found out." He pushed his crotch against my ass, letting it rest against my cheeks before continuing. "Besides, you wouldn't want Daddy to send all the naughty pics and texts to your contact now would you? What would they think of Ian, the closeted neg bug chasing pig trolling for poz dad dick on the internet." Hearing him blackmail me and use my fear against me made my cock throb and my body experienced a wave of pleasure that made me buckle. He put his arms around my front and held me steady, kissing my neck as he let me steady myself. "Relax boy, Daddy knows what you need piglet. You don't have to be scared of Daddy anymore because Daddy knows who you really are. What you really are." That's when I felt the sudden spurt of wetness expanding in the crotch area of my jeans. I had cum hands free, hard. Most importantly, I needed to do this. I was going to do this. I had no choice. --
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I’ll be in DC Saturday night, hung thick and muscle cum hole ready to work all night. Balls are huge and fragrant. Cock is 7x6, also smells like man. My ass loves attention too. Six pack, worked out pig here looking for a good party Sat night can anyone direct me?
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Hi I was wondering if there are any expert on this site who got some great tips how to grow delicious men cheese on your cock. Stories have been told where you can grow some without even smell dirty. That is great so you get to do your day time job with no one knowing what pig your are. I am uncut, so that should be a great start and now gentlemen please go ahead
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I was a janitor with the education department for a decade. I had started in the high school cleaning up after the snotnoses and then finally improved my lot in life by moving up to the junior college and adult school campus which was also closer to my apartment. I had known about one student starting when he was in the high school but as with the other kids I wasn't interested in wasting my time other than a polite "How's it going?" in passing. I mostly ignored the kids since most were of low morals, surly, dopers and hoodlums. The adult school and college seemed to have brighter and nicer students. The main requirement was being over eighteen to attend the adult school or college, as well as passing basic tests to enter the college. The student I had known of in the high school befriended me when he was eighteen and a half while attending the adult school. He was pretty good looking, about 6' tall, somewhat slender, and had the long blond hair most young guys seemed to sport back then. I myself was just over 6', 275 lbs, just beginning to bald and gray and fifty-one when we first talked to each other. "Jim." I said when we shook hands. "Rick." he replied. His hand seemed small in my nail-bitten bear-paw, almost like shaking hands with a woman. It was a week later after our after class chats when he came on to me. I rejected his advances politely but I did help mentor him so he could finish his remedial classes and get into the college. A year and a half later he began classes at the college. I continued to see him since the college and adult school were on the same campus with the college on one side, the school on the other and two middle buildings and the big gym being used by both. Rick was doing good with some of my help and finally graduated from the two year junior college with an associate degree. We hugged on his last day on campus and I didn't see him until two and a half years later. The thing about that was that although he had earned another degree at the four-year, he was whoring and hustling. I was in town and happened to see him. He thought I didn't know what the area was so he smiled. "Hi Rick" I said as I hid a smirk and wondered why he was selling sex instead of getting a job. "Hi Jim" he replied and we shook hands. He seemed a little dirty, not as kept up as he had been on campus. He had worn a preppy outfit including white shirts, a sweater-vest, dark slacks and leather sandals. On the street he wore pastel shirts, the sweater vest and dark slacks and loafers instead of the sandals or sneakers. He had cut his hair shorter. We talked a while and I saw him again a few weeks later. He then asked me if I wanted to get my rocks off. "I don't pay for it" I told him. "It's on me, Jim. I'll admit I had the hots for you for ages. Now please fuck me" he gushed as I tried to hide my astonishment. We went to an abandoned parking garage where whores and dopers did their thing. In a somewhat private corner of a vacant parking space between the wall and a seemingly abandoned pickup, he knelt and unzipped my jeans and fished out my uncut dick. I had some cheeze under my foreskin but I enjoyed that great feeling when a good cocksucker licked and ate it from under my hood and off my prick and swallowed it. He ducked his head under my gut, sucked my dick into his mouth and sucked on it while inhaling my sweaty crotch. My dick felt really great as he licked and sucked on it til it was hard. He opened his mouth and pulled his head back. "Want to fuck me up my ass?" he asked. "Sure. But you'll need to suck it clean after I cum" I replied. "No problem, stud" he grinned. I was glad we never kissed knowing what he did with his mouth. He stood up, dropped his pants and bent over the open tailgate of the old pickup. I spat on his asshole, stepped up to him and inserted my dick up his ass which was quite loose so my dick slid right in. I gripped his hips and hilted myself, flexed my fifty-five year-old love-muscle in him and fucked him. I fucked him easily, enjoying adding the fella to my list of conquests. I pumped his ass for about five minutes, slowly increasing my pace as I got closer to my climax. I grinned and pushed my glasses back in place and continued fucking him. My dick got hotter, closer and my balls drew up, then I then felt my dick swell and again hilted myself, gave some short quick thrusts and blasted my middle-age chub-bear cum up his ass as I held his hips, spurting my jizz up his hole. I held my position for a couple of minutes before pulling halfway out and shoving it back in to pump more spunk into his ass, which was a good cunt, better than most vaginas I've fucked. I thrust again, hilted myself, held my position and then pulled out. He stood up and thanked me for the fucking. "No problem Rick" I said as I stood facing him. He finally remembered to kneel and suck my dick clean. His mouth made my dick feel good all over again as he licked and sucked it clean. "I need to piss Rick" I told him. He didn't try to pull away so I held his head and soon rewarded him with my afternoon beer-laced piss. He gulped it good without letting any leak out between my shaft and his lips. I was satiated and felt great once he finished drinking my piss and sucking on my dick more until it was clean. He sucked off of it leaving it clean and dry and kissed it and my sweaty scrotum. "You're a good piece of hole. I'm glad you're doing good for the men" I said, as he stood up. He said he had tried gay sex in the four-year college and got his mouth and ass broken in there. He had been anally raped a month before graduating. He had been whoring since graduating the four-year college he had transferred to after graduating the junior college. He'd looked for a job and after a series of short term jobs and a stint in a small rock band he found that hustling and whoring was easier. "I have a buddy who might want a piece of your ass if you don't mind, same terms" I told him. He asked who it was and I told him my friend Clarence. He knew Clarence but as with me he didn't know the man would just as soon fuck him as look at him. Clarence had said he wanted to fuck him some day while we shot the shit on our lunch break. Rick didn't really want to do Clarence, but since he owed me he capitulated.
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I was working my vacation by harvesting fruit. I was surprised to meet some gay and bi guys on the team. I had half a dozen fellow gay and bi men at the metal fabrication plant where I normally worked, and the sex with those guys was great. The sex I had with the guys on my vacation job was an unexpected bonus. Two of the guys at the orchard were Juan and Eduardo, both masculine, hefty swarthy Latinos, about my age, that is to say they were in their late twenties to early thirties. At 6', Juan was about an inch under my height. He weighed 260 and sported bitten nails which made his hands excellent for mutual masturbation. Eduardo was a few inches shorter than Juan and about 200 to 210 pounds, and he, like Juan, bit his nails. Just to complete the picture, I am white, wear glasses, sport a beard, weigh-in at 240, and yeah, I bite my nails. Unlike Juan and Eduardo, I was circumcised and had almost seven inches to their six-inch cocks. We originally planned to screw Mikey, a willowy fella who looked like a flat chested woman with long bleached hair, however as Mikey was unavailable, we ended-up playing with Rick, my nerd-buddy. Now, Rick was Juan's height but weighed at most about 190 pounds. With his horn rim glasses, he looked just like the sort of geek who show-up in comic books from a half-century ago - the type of guy who, while laying on the beach, is targeted by surfers who kick sand in his face. The only noteworthy difference between him and this caricature was the dirt under his nails. Owing to his job at the plant as a mechanic, the dirt was as black as the frame of his glasses frames. Oh - another difference: he fucked a sports jock in his college. He was versatile and uncut. The date took place one fine spring day near the orchard in an old garage that had been used as a sex pad. We met there one morning and started off with a group hug. "That feels good guys. Let's strip and do it again" I told them. We then stripped and hugged again, then we sucked each other, and in the process I enjoyed the accumulated smegma of several days from Juan's and Eduardo's cock. Rick, meanwhile, first sucked-off Ed, and then Juan, eventually swallowing their loads and kissing their dicks and balls. Ed then began sucking me off. Juan was sucking off Rick, and not surprisingly, since he was uncut, he came before I did. After Juan swallowed Rick's load, he kissed his dick and took over from Ed, sucking me to completion. Ed didn't mind since he had sucked me off on several occasions, whereas Juan had not. Soon enough I blew my load in the chubby's mouth. After Juan sucked off of my dick and kissed it, we rested a few, swilling beers before resuming our play. After about half an hour of rest, we were ready to fuck Rick. Having gotten off first in the oral round, Ed went first. Rick sucked his dick to hardness, leaving the man's dick wet, Rick lay on his stomach on the mattress which was on the floor, his legs spread. Apparently Rick had been fucked earlier that day in a tryst with an on-line hook-up, so his ass was lubed. Ed mounted him and inserted his hard dick up his ass. "Nice culo. I fuck this bitch good" Ed said as he hilted himself and began fucking. Juan and I stood naked with our arms around each other watching Ed have his piece of the nerd. Ed took easy strokes enjoying himself in Rick's good hole. The man's pelvis and ass smoothly moved up and down as he made love to Rick's ass. Juan and I soon sported hardons again. A few minutes later Ed stiffened and hilted himself as he grinned while he ejaculated in Rick's dick-loving ass. The man remained hilted for about a minute, gave a couple of small thrusts, withdrew and dismounted. Rick put another pillow under his pelvis to raise his ass for easier entry by the corpulant Juan. "Your turn stud" I said as I patted Juan's shoulder. Juan gave Ed a deep kiss, and then mounted Rick who looked like he was in seventh heaven. Juan adjusted himself, leaned forward, placing a big fleshy hand on the asshole's upper back and eased himself into position, his hard prick kissing Rick's ass lips, and, after a pregnant pause, drove into Rick's ass, his manly weight driving his cock home. "Nice tight cunt" he said and started fucking. This time Ed stood next to me and snaked his arm around my waist, as I draped my arm on his shoulders, my dick was throbbing as we admired Juan's studmanship as he fucked the queer. Ed reached for my dick and I had to say, "Dont touch it or I'll shoot." He smiled and withdrew his hand. I wasn't exaggerating: scarcely a month earlier I had shot off when Juan grabbed my dick while we watched a gang bang involving a drag queen and a dozen guys. On that occasion, while Juan had already fucked the queen, I ended up blowing my cum on the floor, and I was determined not to allow that to happen again. Soon Juan's fat was shaking and rippling a little as he fucked Rick's ass a little faster and harder. His dick was still quite sensitive and he came in a matter of minutes. Like Ed he hilted himself to pump his love juices as deep up the asshole as possible. My own dick was slimy as I oozed precum. Like Ed had done, he pulled a little way out, thrust, withdrew and dismounted as we helped him up. Rick pulled one of the two the pillows out from under his crotch. It was now my turn. I planted my knees where Juan's had been and pretty much mounted Rick the same way as had Juan. I put my dick to his slimey hole and drove it right in. My meat slid into him easily, lubricated by the loads of cum Rick had received earlier. I lay on his back a moment, luxuriating in the sensation of of his muscles and the sweat that coated his body. Then I began fucking him. My dick pumped smoothly in his ass like a well-oiled piston in a cylinder. He was still snug around my dick even though he had been fucked regularly for years. I fucked him much as had Ed and Juan, then I sped up, feeling my oats, wanting to add my cum to the mix. I fucked faster and harder, feeling the heat from the controlled friction between my dick and the Rick's asshole, enjoying my role as the top in our relationship, as well as enjoying the opportunity to share him with two buddies. Soon my pelvis was slapping his ass as I pumped him with gay abandon enjoying how good I felt being part of a small team of men using him for a woman. I began sweating a bit and breathing hard as I piston-thrust in him, then pile-driving him, followed my jack-hammering in his ass. I reached climax, feeling my balls constrict as my cum readied itself to blast into Rick's ass. I began cumming, hilted myself, pulled halfway out and slammed it home until I was spent amid the cheers of my two fellow studs. Naturally I rested on his back, my dick deep inside him as I caught my breath. "Great fuck stud." Juan said as we hi-fived. I slammed a few more thrusts up Rick's ass before yanking out. I stood with my arms around Juan's and Ed's shoulders while Rick sucked our dicks clean and kissed them and our balls. I could tell that Rick loved the taste and smells of our cocks and our crotches. I left my dick in Rick's mouth and pissed and he drank it. The other two men told Rick to drink their piss, and he complied. Then Ed asked to drink Rick's piss. I was surprised that either one would drink piss. Needless to say I would use Eduardo's mouth not just as a cunt but as a urinal every chance I got until my vacation was over. Juan also used his mouth that way and broke his ass in. Both had been fucked in their early twenties but didn't like bottoming, but I was able to score both their asses my last week at the orchard. Mounting and fucking them was a great feeling, the compact cub-like Eduardo and the large fat Juan, their tight slick holes making my cut dick feel so good as I fucked them and came inside them, spurting with pleasure pumping my cum up their asses. They also sucked my dick clean and drank my piss as well. Of course I continued to fuck and otherwise use Rick and the other bottoms and versatiles and was later able to finally share bleached blond Mikey with Juan, Eduardo and another equally manly Hispanic man, who like me, was a Top and a great french kisser. Fucking Mikey's 29 year old hole was just as good as fucking Rick's.
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My lover and I had just arrived at the funeral parlor to buy a lay-away. I had to take a leak so I went to the men's room. Lo and behold, my Latino friend Ed who had been a janitor where we worked was there. He had quit after I was transferred to driving trucks and was now working at the parlor. "Hi Ed." I said, smiling. "Hello my friend. How you doin buddy?" he replied as we hugged. Eduardo was a swarthy bi Latin man a couple of years younger than my fifty and a couple of inches shorter both in height and length. We had first met at the plant a decade and a half before and had many nice times during breaks, both with me using his holes and sharing an effeminate blond twenty-three year old office boy's holes. It felt good hugging him, especially since my lover was on the rag again that day. "Got time for a quickie?" he asked. "My bitch's out there so it has to be really quick." I replied. We went into the seldom-used handicapped stall which was twice the size of the two regular stalls and locked the door. I unzipped and hauled out my uncut dick while he dropped to his knees. He sucked it into his mouth, ate my cheeze and fellated me a couple of minutes before I pulled out and wrapped my nailbitten hand around it and jacked it off. Just as I was about to cum I put it back into his mouth, held his head and fucked his mouth to a nice feeling orgasm, shooting a quality load in his mouth while he sucked it out of my cock and swallowed it. I then waited a moment and urinated in his mouth while he gulped it all. It felt good to piss in his mouth while he drank it from my cock. He then sucked off of my cock leaving it clean and dry. He kissed it before I put it away, we hugged quickly and I left. My lover and I met the agent and what should have been a half hour of filling out paperwork and writing a check turned into two hours as my lover blithered on about his life story. As the session finally wrapped up I had to stifle a fart. I need to go take a shit." I told my lover who dismissed me and said he'd wait for the reciept to print out. I headed back to the men's room and saw Ed who grinned. I nodded to him so he soon joined me in the men's room. "I can fuck your ass." I said. He was ecstatic. He sucked my dick hard, left it wet with spit and then dropped his pants and bent-over while I greased up with a tube of lube I carried in my denim jacket pocket for just such spur of the moment occasions. I then lined up my shot and shoved it right up his ass, hilted him and fucked him. My fifty year old dick pistoned in his still tight ass as I gripped his hips. I knew he was greatful that I bit my nails because my friend Jim's dirty nails sometimes cut his skin when he fucked him. I made sure my pelvis didnt slap his ass in case anyone was in the corridor. A few short minutes later I hilted myself and pumped my second load of the day up his culo. I knew he was enjoying getting fucked as much as I enjoyed fucking him and as much as he enjoyed fucking the little blond fairy ofice boy at the plant. I thrust a couple more times and pulled out, leaving my load inside him. He turned around, knelt, hugged my pelvis and sucked my dick clean while I farted in my pants. A minute later my dick was clean and he drank my second bladdeful of piss, sucked off of my dick and kissed it. He stood up, we hugged and parted. The timing was perfect as well as scary because just as I emerged from the end of the corridor my lover had to go take a piss. I glanced over my shoulder to see Ed hanging a "Closed for Cleaning" sign on the womens restroom door. I shot the shit with our agent until my lover returned none the wiser that I had two quality pieces of an old friend.
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