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Part 1- Contemplation and Preparation Tonight was the night. After nearly a year of fantasizing, research, and sleepless nights masturbating while reading countless stories of smoking and sexual debauchery, I decided to finally give in to my darkest desires. Standing in front of the nondescript industrial building, I forced myself to finally work up some courage and stepped inside, heart pounding. Taking in my surroundings, I noted how small the entry area was... dimly lit, with a metal security door to the right of what could only be described as a jailhouse-like window. In the corner, a sad-looking ficus filled up the remaining space. Muted, heavy thumping music played in the background, likely muffled by the door. The faintest smell of body odor, mixed with a faint undertone of floral-scented industrial bathroom cleaner, and what I could only assume was the scent of male sex. It reminded me of the movie Cruising with Al Pachino… dingy, seedy, and a little on the wrong side of dangerous. I slowly walked up to the window, promptly setting my cover charge in front of the attendant. I waited, looking at the man before me. He was maybe a bit older than me although much taller, with short cropped black hair, a large septum ring in his nose, and a 5 o’clock shadow surrounding a goatee, wearing a leather harness with a large, already lit cigar smoldering in an ashtray next to him. Tattoos adorned both of his arms, but the one on his left bicep drew my interest the most. Slowly, he looked up from his phone and gave me a once over before pushing my money back. “Sorry, probably going to want to go to another party there, pretty boy,” he sighed, turning his attention back to his phone, “I don’t think you’re going to exactly fit in here tonight. Maybe come back another day.” Even I had to admit that I probably looked out of place for the theme tonight at the sex club. Reddish blond, 5’7, young and fit but not overly muscular, clean cut, and more on the preppy side. However, I was on a mission tonight. Months of planning were not going to go to waste. I knew exactly what I looked like, and I was counting on using it to my fullest advantage. “No,” I said, patiently replying with the same smile I had cultivated working retail in my younger years. As I pushed back the money across the counter, I continued, “I know exactly what tonight is here. And I think I’m in exactly the right place.” Piquing his interest, he looked back up from his phone, grabbed the cigar, and put it in his mouth, one eyebrow threatening to arch up in curiosity before smirking. “Sorry, but you still need to be wearing-“ he started before I quickly cut him off. “Leather? Already wearing a leather jockstrap,” I said, before pulling the neck of my shirt down slightly, “Also wearing a leather harness.” Taking a large puff on the cigar, he blew out a large cloud of the sweet, acrid smoke in my face as he continued, “You know there are a lot of smokers in there tonight, and more than a few…” “Oh, I’m counting on it,” I replied before taking a huge sniff of the cigar smoke, cutting him off while staring openly at his bicep tattoo. “Well,” he said, grabbing the money, “I hope you get exactly what you came here for then, pig. Locker or room?” “I’ll take my chances with the locker,” I quickly replied, feeling my cock slowly start to stir at the banter going on between us, my mind going to dark, perverted places as I watched the cherry on the end of the cigar glow with each puff. He turned sideways, grabbing one of many small brass keys attached to the cheap plastic wrist keychains. Tossing it on the counter, he took another puff on his cigar before picking his phone back up. “Good luck fucker,” he said, smiling as I grabbed the key from him, effectively signing away my fate with that little key. “Thanks,” I said, more shaky than I wanted to admit, be it from anticipation, a little fear, or a ton of excitement. “By the way,” he called out to me as I slowly stepped back from the counter and began walking to the door, “I’m off at midnight. It’s a bit slow right now, but it should be picking up pretty soon. Hope you get exactly what you came for.” I could only nod as I grabbed the door and he buzzed me in, letting the sounds and smells wrap around me in their dark embrace. — Walking down the dim, cinderblock-lined walls, I looked around taking everything in as fast as I could. The music was thumping louder, and I could vaguely make out the sounds of men talking as I got closer to the locker room. The smell of sex was in the air. As was the BO, and a faint underlying smell of piss. Exactly what I expected from all the stories I had read, and people I had chatted with online. I could feel my cock slowly continue to stir under the leather jockstrap. I kept walking, feeling slightly like a fish out of water. Quickly enough, I was in the locker room. Looking down at the key, I found the number and made my way over to the corresponding locker. I quickly stripped out of my carefully picked shirt and smartly pressed pants, folding them up and placing them in the locker, making sure to pull out the bottle of poppers I had purchased online, stuffing it into the small pouch on the right upper harness. Locking the small metal door, I walked over to the large, full-length mirror attached to the concrete pillar across from my locker and took in my appearance. Black leather harness, perfectly framing my slightly muscular and hairless chest, with a single strap going across my chest, just above my pecs. Reddish blond hair expertly styled just barely messy to the side almost touching my bluish-grey eyes. My jockstrap, also leather, with its two yellow striped going back to my taint, divided by a zipper going down the center, and its straps just barely cupping my ass. ‘I look hot’ I thought to myself, taking in my features. That’s when I saw him. Well over 6 feet tall, buzz-cut grey hair, with a large mostly grey beard. Muscular with a tiny bit of fat around the edges. Tattoos everywhere, with a black leather vest and leather chaps, and a leather flat top with silver chain going across it. I could already see several large cigars poking out of the pocket of his vest, with what had to be the largest pipe I’d ever seen in his mouth, smoldering away as he left a cloud of thick smoke in his wake. It was him. After months of watching porn online, and reading what others wrote about my same fantasies, he was right in front of me—the man who would be instrumental in my long-fantasized self-destruction.
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I'd never been to a circuit party before. But my college roommate Fred had been pestering me for almost the entire year so, knowing I probably wouldn't have a good time, I agreed to join him at Gay Disney just so I wouldn't have to hear any more complaints about what a bummer I was. See all through college I'd had a steady boyfriend and Fred could only count on me to accompany him to a club maybe twice a semester, often with my boyfriend. He'd wanted a wingman and I'd never been that for him. So when my boyfriend dumped me to attend seminary, Fred was ready to make up for lost time taking me around and showing me how much fun it can be fucking everything in sight. I was 25 and figured if I didn't sow my wild oats now, when would I have the opportunity? This was, of course, before I'd ever tried meth or any party drugs other than pot. Little did I know I'd have decades of debauchery to lose myself in. The minute we checked into the hotel, Fred was on the phone setting up meetings with the various sources for drugs he'd arranged online through fuck buddies and friends of friends of former fuck buddies. I had no idea what he was referring to as I heard different letters of the alphabet pop out of his mouth -- K, G, T, X. He'd arranged for everything, including V, which he assured me I'd be grateful to have handy even though I'd never had trouble getting hard. In fact, I'd always felt the opposite... I kinda wished I didn't pop wood so easy. I still got real shy in lockerrooms and at urinals as my decent 7-incher would swell up til the pink cut head started turning purple. It was not uncommon for me to race to the mens room to piss, then end up stuffing a boner back into my jockeys without having relieved myself cause the smell of the guy to my left got me horny. It was on the second night of the 4-day event that I finally started to relax at a big waterpark party. The ecstasy Fred has procured hit me hard and for a moment I thought I might need to use my tongue to show my buddy just how grateful I was for his chemical enhancement. Somehow I managed instead to convince him to join me for a float down a winding river in innertubes, a perfect way to cool off and enjoy the high while taking in all the eye candy. I felt a jolt as an innertube hit the back of my shoulders hard followed by the laughter of a group of guys who had obviously shoved someone into me. When I turned around, Manny was all apologies. "Sorry. My friends are infants." "No worries," I said. Sensing from the energy of his group that they'd figured I was his type and decided to give him a little help. i didn't have a type but was certainly happy to be bumping into him. His innertube started to drift away just as we were both about to say something and without thinking I saw myself reaching far, almost falling out of my own tube to grab onto his so we wouldn't lose each other. Fred was grinning like a goofy auntie and kept nodding encouragement to me as Manny and I found it difficult to talk without touching the other's shoulder, thigh, hand, chest, cheek for emphasis. Eventually we ditched the innertubes and ducked under a waterfall where finally we tongued our way deep into each other's mouths, ears. I was grabbing his round muscular bubble butt with both hands, letting my fingers slip into his speedo to feel the warm damp heat of his hairy crack and he could not stop squeezing precum out of my purple engorged cock head. The whistle of a Disney park ranger who seemed like a butch dyke stopped us as our cocks started to break free of our swimsuits. "Let's go back to my hotel room," he suggested without a hint of shyness. And I was rolling so hard on the ecstasy that I almost jumped for joy at the idea. "Just need to grab my stuff first," he said and before I knew it we were crisscrossing to the far side of the dancefloor to a secluded sandy beech area where some guys were lying on towels as though sunbathing even though it was like 3AM. Moonbathing? And with quick precision, he found a spot in the middle of the sand not marked in any way I could tell and squatted down low and dug. He dug about a foot down into the sand to retrieve a plastic change purse wrapped in a plastic bag. "Don't leave home without her," he said and i smiled and pretended to have a clue what he was talking about. Back in his room, I discovered that inside the change purse was a baggie of crystal and he quickly pulled a glass pipe from his suitcase, loaded it and was lighting up. When i barely got even a hint of smoke out of the pipe he stopped and looked at me with a combination of disbelief and affection. "Wait a sec. Have you never smoked before?" "Is it that obvious?" "Oh baby. What are you on? You're on something. No?" "X" He was kind enough to teach me how to smoke, first by shotgunning decent hits into me, then by holding the lighter for me as I sucked in my hits. I was starting to feel very horny and very driven to devour this man. And he seemed to be getting just as horned up as well. I ate his ass for 30 minutes and it still wasn't enough. Finally he stuck a shard of meth into my piss slit, greased me up with vaselline and guided me into his hole. It was so wet and open from the rimming that I just slid right in and I was precumming so much that the meth melted into my piss slit and into his hole quickly and we both felt another wave of intense drug-fueled horniness at the same moment. I started pumping. It's always taken me a long time to cum and that suited this bottom just fine. "Don't cum iin me," he said. I was shocked and sort of disappointed. "Really?" "Unless. I mean... Do you think you might want this to be serious? I only let guys I love shoot inside me." "I love you," I said. And he quickly said it back. And I kept saying it until all 7 spurts of my jizz had hit the back walls of his hole as his ankles dug into my butt to keep me as deep inside as possible. "This is like our wedding night," he said. And I kissed him.l He pulled away from my lips just long enough to add: "You, me and tina."
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Hey everyone, this is my first attempt at writing here... please let me know what you think and feel free to comment. I plan on updating as often as possible. -- PART 1: Enter the Bear’s Den Taking a deep drag off the large, black cigar in my mouth, I let out a deep moan as the large, hairy bear now presently deep in my formerly tight ass slammed home one last time before announcing to the room he was cumming deep in my hole. I rested my head back, nose-jetting the thick acrid cigar smoke that I had just filled my formerly pick healthy lungs with and proceeded to rub my cock. I winced a little as the fresh PA now piercing the head of my dick moved from my slow jacking, which caused me to clench my hole involuntarily, trapping the thick throbbing member in my hole, milking the bear of his cum. The other men in the room cheered with words like “Poz that neg hole…” and “Fill up that cum dump..” as I took my cigar from my mouth and ran it over the new tattoo inked across my stomach. “Cumdump…” I thought to myself, smiling and thinking of the freshly inked words still throbbing on my skin, “definitely fits who I am now.” My transformation into the inked and pierced slut before these men was something my former self, a young, non-smoker who had barely ever taken a cock, much less barebacked, would never have imagined that he could have become. — It was a nasty breakup. Walking in on your boyfriend of 3 years having sex with a woman was something that I would have imagined seeing. I had just gotten home from my clinical rotation at the nearby hospital as was required by our medical program. Long nights, low pay, and lots of stress- these were all things they warn you of when you get into med school, but it never really sinks in until you are up to your eyes in patients. Matthew, my former boyfriend, was my first and only boyfriend. We had met in the first week of college and hit things off instantly. He had straight black hair, warm brown eyes, built like a brick shit-house, and a British accent that could make you cream your pants. I myself was a polar opposite, blonde hair, blue eyes, shorter with a swimmer’s build. Even though we picked different career paths, he always said he supported me because he knew it would mean a great life for both of us. What’s better than a doctor and lawyer on the checkbook? Every night when I got stuck doing rounds because either it was the proverbial full moon in the ER or an attending called in sick. I suspected things were going on when he stopped wanting to have sex, even though I usually was too tired from work or school to mess around. Things got tenser, as every time we were together he was glued to his phone, always making the excuse that it was someone from work with a question from the nonprofit he worked for. I brushed it off, think it was just stress getting to me. On the fated night, I had gotten the night off since I had too many hours and figured I’d surprise him with dinner, a movie, and a bottle of lube. I walked in and heard grunting coming from the bedroom of the small apartment we shared. Thinking I’d sneak in and surprise him on his workout, I burst the room, and yelled: “Ravish me with your…” Looking down, I saw him, in bed, deep inside the ditzy girl from down the hall. I stood there, staring as he jumped, jaw gaping, surprised at my entry as she squealed in delight. Words left me as he blurted out a rushed “oh shit…” and proceeded to pull out of the vapid blonde. I stormed out of the bedroom and into the living room. He followed, reeking of sex and candy-scented perfume. “Babe… please…. I…” he started, his mild British accent trailing after me. Fuming, I looked at him before slowly growling out my reply through gritted teeth. “How long?” “I…. she…. it’s not what you think…” he stammered, trying to come up with a lie on the spot. “How. Long.” I replied, stepping towards him, punctuating each word with my finger in the center of his sculpted chest. “We…. only a few times….” he replied, looking down, knowing I was quickly getting to that dangerous quiet I got into before truly blowing up at someone. “A few times? Are you fucking kidding me? I don't care if it was once. Get your shit and get out. I don’t care where you go, but you no longer live here.” I replied turning my back on him and looking out the windows. “Jake… hon….. you can’t do that… both our names are on the lease,” he replied, his cheeks flushed, reminding me of what was now obviously a stupid move I had made a year ago when we moved to the new apartment. “Fine,” I replied, “I’m going then. I’ll move my shit out when I get a new place. Have a great life asshole.” Grabbing my keys, I went into the bedroom, ignoring the dimwitted blonde slut on our bed, and began collecting things such as my clothes, a few pairs of scrubs, my phone charger, and a few toiletries. Stepping back into the bedroom, I looked down as the pink colored claws of the bimbo touched my arm, stopping me in the doorway. “Jake, honey, look…. I’m sor-“ she started, plastering the fake sad look on her face I’d seen countless people do when trying to apologize for something they aren't really that sorry for. “Bitch,” I growled out, “If you don’t move you hand in the next 5 seconds, I will move it for you. And I will make sure you require surgery.” She stepped away with a gasp, pulling her hand towards her chest, protecting it with the other like she had been physically hurt by my words. I grabbed my phone and proceeded out the door, taking the stairs next the elevator. Fuming, I climbed down the 12 flights of stairs and stepped out into the lobby, coming face to face with Matt for the second time, who had hastily thrown on a pair of jeans. “Sweetheart, please!” he said reaching for my hand and I walked through the lobby. “Let’s talk about this! We can work on this!” “Just like you worked on her pussy for fuck knows how long?!” I screamed out loud, catching the glances of several people in our building, including the sweet little old lady across the hall from us. “You’re making a scene,” Matt hissed, looking at me beseechingly. “And what do you call what I fucking walked in on?!” I screeched, throwing his hand that he had started to place on my shoulder, “What do you fucking call it when you walk on your formerly gay boyfriend shoving his cock up some balloon chest bitch, you asshole?!” Not wanting to hear his reply, I walked out the street, and pulled out my phone, ordering an Uber. — Looking down at my phone, I mostly ignored the admittedly hot Uber drive that had picked me up. I sent out a text to my friend Erika, asking if she would cover for me for a few days in the hospital, giving her a slightly abridged version of the night's events. After getting a solid yes and promising to go in greater details soon with her, I shut off my phone and looked up at my surroundings. “Excuse me…” I asked, getting the attention of the driver. “Yeah?” he replied, never letting his eyes off the road. “Where in the world are we?” I asked, looking around, not really recognizing the area. “Goin’ to where you told the app sir,” he replied with a bored sigh. Looking down at my phone, I realized I had somehow entered a gay bar named “The Bear’s Den” into the address that Matt and I had almost gone to meet friends at before we realized how seedy the place was, instead of the hotel I had picked earlier near work. “Shit… look I…” I started to reply, before realizing that I most definitely needed a drink, even if I never touched the stuff, “Actually, mind if we swing by a hotel first? Extra $20 in it for you.” “Make it $40 and I’ll wait for you at the hotel,” he said, pulling over on the side of the road and waited as I adjusted the address to a closer hotel. Pulling up, I noticed that the hotel wasn’t up to what I had grown accustomed to but definitely would do in a pinch. Then the attendant said that the only rooms they had left were smoking. Shit, I thought to myself. Not wanting to be a bigger delay for the driver, I quickly said fine, telling myself that it was only for a night. I quickly got my key, raced to the room, and threw everything in the closet before closing the door and making my way back to the car. Fifteen mins later, we were at the seedy bar and my Uber was driving away. I stepped into the bar and was immediately hit by a wave of thick cigar smoke, loud gay men chattering and what I could swear was the slight twinge of sex in the air. Looking around, I realized I definitely did not fit in dressed in a v-neck shirt and slightly too tight jeans, while the other men were wearing leather of some sort. Swallowing my pride, I stepped up the bar and ignored all the stares from the other guys. Turning to me, the bartender, a hot 30-something with brown hair, piercing green eyes, a perfect tan, and piercings in his ears and eyebrow looked me up and down before finally asking, “What will it be?” Thinking for a second, I finally blurted out a scotch, not wanting to look like a silly fag ordering something like a green apple martini. Nodding his head, he went to work making my drink before setting the glass and the bottle down in front of me and walking off. Suddenly, I was surprised by the guy who suddenly sat down next to me. 50's, shaved head, stormy gray eyes, tons of piercings including a septum ring, leather chaps, and vest, and definitely a muscle builder, he looked like something you would see in a leather daddy magazine. “Is this seat taken?” he asked in a deep booming bass voice, beer in one hand and an unlit cigar in the other. “Nah… go ahead,” I replied looking down at the already half empty glass in front of me. “Bad night?” he asked, turning towards me. “You don't want to hear it…” I started. “Trust me I do. Whatever it is has you looking like you really could use that drink,” he said, eyeing the glass in my hand as I set it down from taking another swig, “You don't want to talk, I get it. Just figured I’d see if you needed a person to bitch to. That, and you seem kinda out of place here. I’m Jackson.” I took a look around again and swore I felt like everyone was looking at me still. He held out his hand, and I shook it. Then, grabbing my glass again, I downed it and let him fill it back up. Letting out a sigh, I retold him the night’s events, my previous history with Matt, everything. As I finished the story, not realizing that I had now downed 4 glasses of scotch, I let out a small sniff. “Fuck…” I sniffled, “I don’t know… Should I forgive him? Work things out?” Grabbing his cigar, he started lighting it up and I found my self slightly mesmerized by the ritual. Looking up at me, he nodded at the cigar in his hand, “You mind if I light up? I need a smoke after hearing that.” I shook my head, muttering something like ‘what’s one more cigar in here’ and watched as he brought the stick to life, making a bright cherry as he inhaled deeply on it. Blowing it to the side, he looked at the cigar before putting back in his mouth. “If it were me,” he started, “ And I’m just spitballing here, I wouldn’t. He obviously fucked up a good thing, all for a piece of sloppy meat attached to a pair of tits. If he wanted to fuck around, he should have asked you first. Made it your choice.” “Yeah… it’s just… I don’t know what to do. He's all I know...” I replied running my finger around the edge of my glass, watching as he inhaled deeply on the dark stick in his mouth. Watching me watch him as he smoked, he reached into his front pocket and pulled out a second cigar, offering it to me. “Want one?” he asked, “Definitely one of the good ones. Not like those cheap gas station ones.” Starting at it, I drunkenly blurted out “I’ve never had one… I wouldn’t know what to do.” Pulling the cigar in his mouth out, he handed to me before putting the unlit one in his hand and grabbed the lighter on the bar, lighting it up expertly. “No worries guy,” he said, “Take my lit one.” Taking it into my hand, examined it. Looking at the thick smoke floating out of the end, the thick saliva coating the cut end. Sniffing it, I let out a slight ‘woah,’ noticing that it smelled completely different than the smoke. Finally building up my courage I stuck it in my mouth, and immediately breathed in the thick smoke. I knew, even drunkenly, this was a bad idea. I started hacking instantly, and he let out a chuckle. “Dude… I don’t think you’re quite ready for inhaling.” Stubbornly, I looked at him, alcohol slowly ebbing away at my logic before I took another, smaller inhale. Fighting another cough, I held it in before letting it out in the air. “Damn… I stand corrected,” he replied, shock written across his face as it slowly worked into a smile. Something that very few people know about me is that I can become really hard-headed when I drink. Normally I’m rather passive and tend to go with the flow, but with the alcohol, my messy break-up, and the guy laughing, I felt like I had something to prove. So, we continued smoking and drinking in silence, and to my dismay, my cock started getting hard. I tingled all over, and a started getting a bit of a headache. I went to grab another scotch when Jackson finally put his hand over the glass. “I think you’re done drinking there Buddy,” he said smiling and looking down at my bulge now obviously forming in my tight jeans, “No need to get whiskey dick.” Looking down at his pant, I noticed a monster slowing growing in his pants too. I let out a soft ‘holy fuck’ as I saw what easily looked like 10 inches growing in his tight leather pants. Matt had a nice sized 6” uncut cock, but we’d never fucked much since it always hurt a bit going in. We had always just sucked each other off. But for some reason, in my drink-addled mind, I almost wanted to ride this monster. Suddenly, Jackson was kissing the side of my neck, and whispered: “why don’t we go back to your place?” END OF PART 1
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Just wondered if any guy from here went to the recent Smokinman Berlin event. There’s a 2nd one planned for September so would be good to get a review of the 1st. Much action, etc?
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This is a side-project that goes along with my other story. However, it can easily be read on its own. Be warned it will have a similar set up to another story on here, but only in setting up the setup of the plot. Let me know what you think down in the comments! ---- Part 1 “That's it boy, suck on that nice piece of meat. Get it nice and wet for what’s coming!” Urged on by the hot, muscled man standing above me, I forced his cock deeper into my mouth, enjoying the feeling and taste of his dripping, uncut cock sliding around on my tongue, my own cock throbbing in anticipation. I moan as I felt him place his hand on the back of my head, urging me even deeper down on his cock. Forcing myself not to gag from its massive size, I let him slowly rape my mouth as he let out a content sigh. Soon I'd finally get what I fantasized and dreamed of. A huge cock shooting a thick load deep up my virgin ass. — It was hard to believe that that morning I was just a young, 18-year-old virgin. I knew from a young age that I was gay; girls never even blipped on my radar, and I always found myself fantasizing about some of the hotter guys in my class kissing me and feeling me up. However, I never acted on it. My family had moved to our small, midwestern town when I was in 6th grade, leaving me friendless. My former best friend was over 1000 miles away on the east coast, as well as everyone I knew growing up. I hadn’t been popular, but I was at least well-liked by nearly everyone. In my new school, I was an outcast… quiet, shy, too smart for the popular crowd and disliked because I actually enjoyed being at school. By the time I hit my senior year, I knew I wanted to be like the guys I saw in the porn I found online. A slut, taking cock from multiple guys until shooting all over myself. My only friends were a few of the nerdier, but in my opinion, much cooler girls who shared some of my same interests in different books and shows at the time. Nobody, however, knew my secret… that I wanted nothing more than to lose my virginity to a hot top. This obviously didn’t stop me from being made fun of, with being called things like fag or queer by the hotter, popular jocks in the in-crowd. Rationally, I knew it was only to get a rise out me, but a part of me always worried they knew I was what I secretly wanted to be. By the end of my senior year, I couldn’t take it any longer. I was tired of jacking off and pretending I was getting fucked by some hot, muscled guy as I fingered myself to climax in my hand, licking my hand clean to keep my secret from my thankfully more liberal parents and 5 sisters. I decided to finally lose my virginity and started to secretly hatch out a plan. Having gotten a few letters from some prospective colleges from the large city about 3 hours away, I planned to go and look at a few, staying at my distant cousin’s apartment near one of the campus. Knowing he wouldn’t care if I was there or not, I figured I could make my parents believe my half-lie. I would look at the school that week, during spring break at my school, and during the weekend I would go to a gay bathhouse I had read about in some of my lurkings online. It would be a week after 18th birthday, so I would finally be legal to enter. And maybe, just maybe, I would find someone to help me fulfill my wish of losing my “cherry.” — The week came quickly when my parents sat me down, my bag already around my shoulders and my keys to the small Honda my parent’s bought me in my hands. I had hoped to sneak out with a quick goodbye. “Buddy,” my father, still in his lab coat from work at the local hospital, “We need to have a talk.” SHIT! I thought to myself, THEY KNOW. FUCK!!! “Uh… yeah, dad?” I said, trying not to let the fear in my mind crack into my voice. My plan was ruined, I was sure of it. The tone of his voice and the look on my mother’s face said it all. “Your mother and I have talked… we know you’re a man now, but… we’re concerned. You know we love you and only want what is best and…” “Oh Robert!” my mother sighed, her thick accent coming through as she crossed her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes at my dad, “Shit or get off a pie.” “Pot… mom… it’s pot…. it’s slang for toilet…” I said, smiling slightly at her mistranslation. Thirty years and she STILL got idioms wrong. I was beginning to think it may be intentional. “I like mine better,” she huffed before continuing, before glaring at my father, “We know you are going to college soon. Tell him.” Pulling a pile of condoms and a handful of pamphlet out of his coat, he held them out to me. “You need protection. We know things happen at colleges… and we don’t want you coming back and trapped with a baby on the way with some girl, or something like HPV or herpes…” my dad blurted out, rubbing his hand on his coat as he sat back on the couch. “Uh….” was my only reply. I felt my cheeks start to burn. My parents thought I was going to get some girl pregnant. “Just take them and be careful. And have fun. We love you very much,” my mom replied with a slight nod. “And don’t trust a girl just because she is on the pill. She could be on an antibiotic, or could be asymptomatic or…” my dad replied, refusing to meet my eyes as he blurted out everything. “Thanks… I guess…” I said slowly, grabbing them with a slight grimace, “You guys know…. I learned about most of this from health class… right…? And I really am just going to check out a few schools. I’ll call and everything if you want…” “Just go have fun my little zaychik. Call when you get there so I know you are okay,” my mom replied, shooing me away. — 3 hours later, and thankfully over a hundred miles from my family, I sat my bag down in the small living room of my cousin’s apartment, glad he was willing to let me stay there while he and his friends went to spring break somewhere out east. It’s Friday night, and I’m ready to finally get down to business. Pulling out a tight pair of jeans I had outgrown the previous year, and a similarly fitting t-shirt, I changed quickly and looked up the directions and information I had written earlier and made my way to the bar where the bathhouse was located. Arriving, I quickly made my way to where the entrance was at the back and walked up to the small window, much like the ones I had seen in movies that they had at a seedy motel. I rang the bell and out from the back room came one of the hottest guys I had ever seen. Easily over 6ft, he had piercing grey eyes, long thick blonde hair, and a large piercing in his nose. He was wearing a tight-fitting wife beater that nearly covered his well-muscled chest and abs, and black leather pants that clung to his body, leaving nothing to the imagination. My eyes were quickly drawn to his pert ass and large bulge. A heavy five’o’clock shadow covered his face, which reminded me of an extremely hot bad boy version of Thor for some reason. Even his voice made me melt, gravely and deep. “Can I help you, boy? The bathroom is back in the other side of the bar,“ he said, pointing back towards the bar, looking up and down my body before smiling, “Unless you see something you like?” Flustered, I blushed and shook my head. “No… um…. I’m here to… I mean….” I said, suddenly unable to form words. “Look, no offense kid, but you got to be at least 18 to even be in the bar. You gotta be… what? 15? 16 tops?” Shaking my head no, I pulled out my wallet and pulled out my ID, sliding it under the glass. “No, sir… I’m… I’m 18,” I said with a gulp, “See… my birthday was last week.” “Sir, huh? First time to the baths then, huh?” he asked, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a pack of cigarettes, deftly lighting one and blowing the smoke at the glass. “Uh, yeah… I… it’s that obvious huh?” I replied. “You’re a cute fucker. They are going to be all over you!” he said with a smile, the cigarette dangling in his mouth., “Room or locker?” “Oh… um….” I replied, realizing that I had no idea what to do. “I don’t really know which one…” “Hot piece like you will definitely get invited into a room in no time,” he said, “I’d go with a locker.” I nodded as he continued. “Normally the fee is $40 to get in, full $100 for a room, but seeing as you just had your birthday, and it’s your first time… how about $20?” he said, turning around and grabbing a towel and a key. Reaching into my wallet, I pulled out the two bills, left over from my gifts the week before. “Thanks…” “Don’t mention it. We all have our first times,” he said with a smile, “Maybe you’ll still be around later when I get off. Would like to help show you the ropes.” Smiling back, I entered the entrance, the door buzzing as he pressed a small button under the counter in front of him. — Looking around, I took in the sites, as dozens of naked men walked around, some with towels and others in various states of undress. I quickly found my locker, and with a deep breath, I quickly undressed. Throwing the towel around my now naked body, I grabbed a few condoms from my jean pocket, tucking them in between my skin and the cloth. Taking another look around, I felt like a fish out of water. 18, skinny with just a small amount of lean muscle on my frame. Black hair, blue eyes, and an average sized uncut cock were all I had to offer. And around me was every possible type of hot character from every gay porn I ever saw. There’s no way anyone would be interested in someone like me, I thought to myself as pulled the towel even closer. And that’s when I saw HIM. 6ft tall, heavily muscled, with a head full of thick brown hair. A face like a Greek statue, which sported a goatee and mustache. Nipple piercings and a thick hairy chest. And a what looked to be an uncut 10-incher with what looked to be a large PA peaking out from under the small towel that barely covered him, framed by a pair of low hanging bull balls. Tattoos all over his body. The man looked like sex walking. A bad boy who would ravage my hole if given the chance. Something straight out of the hottest porn. AND HE’S WALKING UP TO ME! I thought in a panic. I felt myself start to blush as he eyed me up and down, my cheeks burning even hotter as I saw his cock stir under the towel. “I’m Garrett.” he said, stopping in front of me and holding his hand out, “You must be new here.” “Jeez… it’s that obvious, huh?” I said, biting my lip as I stared at his hand, almost afraid. I looked around, lost. He waved his hand slightly in front of me drawing my attention back to him. “And you are?” I panicked for a second, thinking maybe I should make up a name before realizing that even if he knew my name, nobody around here would know me. Pulling up the courage, I shook his hand and replied. “Yurik… uh… nice to meet you…” I said, trying desperately to sound cool as my voice threatened to break as I suddenly started to spout a massive flow of words, “My mom is from Russia and that why I have a weird name. It’s-it’s my first time. I’ve never done this before, and I didn’t expect to actually find someone so hot to actually talk to me, especially you. Not with how I look. And… and… and I…. should really shut up now…” He let out a soft laugh as he let go of my hand before slowly rubbing his hand up and down my arm while looking at my smaller body. “Dude, calm down. You got nothing to worry about. Fucking sexy thing like you is a rare find here,” he said in a low, calm voice and his fingers traced down my chest and ran over my left nipple, causing to bead up instantly. I fought back a moan and looked up at him in silence. “Need someone to show you around? I would love nothing better than to show you around. Make all these fuckers here jealous,” he asked, his smile growing bigger as he saw what his touching me was doing. I slowly nodded and smiled nervously as his hand wrapped around my shoulder and he pulled me closer. “Mind if we stop by my locker first?” he asked as I felt him slowly reach down and grab my ass under the towel. Fuck, that feels so good, I thought to myself as he slowly ran his fingers through my crack, teasing the hair near my hole. “As long as you keep doing that!” I replied with a moan. “Oh, I plan on doing much much more…” he replied, and we started walking, drawing the attention from a few guys. We came to his locker and I stood there quietly as he grabbed his key and opened the door. Pulling out a large leather pouch from his shirt pocket, as well as a brown glass bottle. I knew instantly they were poppers, which I had read about and seen in various sites online. I wanted to try them, and it looked like I might get my chance with this walking sex god. I was however slightly shocked when he pulled out a large, black and green cigar and stuck it in his mouth. Some of the guys in my school smoked them when there were no adults around, looking somewhat goofy to me. But this man looked even hotter somehow with it firmly in his jaw. Looking at me suddenly, he stopped and pulled the stick out of his mouth. “Mind if I smoke?” he asked, looking directly at me as he waited for my reply. “Oh, uh… no, go ahead,” I said, my cock now throbbing under my towel at full hardness, my face still blazing red. With a smile, he pulled out the lighter from the same pouch and lit it. Drawing the flame to the end, he stuck the cigar back in his mouth and brought it to life, taking a deep drawn in before blowing it straight up in the air. Quickly enough he put everything back into the locker and wrapped his arm around my waist and we set off into the bathhouse.
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Memorial Day was fantastic, but tiring! 😉 I even did something that I’ve never done before, but it was the right time. Thinking about it now I love just how debauched it makes me feel. I had fantasized about it, but never actually did it before. But it seemed the right time to take the plunge off the deep end. 😈 After hitting a few of the usual hotspots and servicing the servicemen who were there, I had made a plan to go into the center of town and drive slowly by the veterans wall memorial late at night (the city essentially has a small version of the Vietnam Vets wall, but it’s for all Vets of all wars that are from our town). Previous drive-bys had confirmed that as the weather warmed up, there are a few homeless vets that hang out around the wall and sleep there, just out of view of the road, under the overpass. I wasn’t sure what ages I’d get - by that time of the evening I had already sampled a wide age range (from vets recently returned from a current tour all the way back to Vietnam). I pulled off the road under the bridge and shut the lights off on my SUV. After my eyes adjusted, I found two homeless vets of the first Gulf War. I had already prepared the back of the SUV with the seats down, along with drinks and a few other things they might want to use. 😉 I beckoned from my window, but they thought I was just mocking them the way so many do as they drive by, so I got out and walked over to them. My heart was beating out of my chest! These men were big and strong and they were not clean at all. I lit a 120 and let it dangle from my lips, and reiterated my offer. When they said, “We aren’t fags!”, I pulled up my white blouse - I had left my bra in the car - so they could see my real tits. That was all they needed. I took a deep drag and did a French inhale, and then turned to walk back to my SUV, telling them to follow me. But ummmm… they had other ideas… Before I knew it, two strong marines had me down on a piece of cardboard under the overpass. I started to try to say something - “let’s go to my car” I think - but before I got the words out, the bigger vet had his strong hands on my neck. I was already in heaven. 😉 These two vets spit roasted me on that dirty cardboard where anyone could see if they wanted to for over an hour! They took turns slamfucking my tight pussy and abusing my throat as they squeezed my neck and pinched and twisted the hard nipples on my fat jiggly tits. I was in pure decadent ecstasy. They both gave me multiple loads in that time, deep in my cunt, blasted down my throat, all over my face and tits. I think these two dirty homeless vets shot 3 loads in my unprotected cunt and 2 down my throat. I’m still wiped out and everything is still a little sore. 😉 I gathered my clothes and got up to leave. They asked my name; I told them It was Diana. They wanted more, so I gave them my full name - it’s only a matter of time before I make it fully legal anyway. As I walked away, one yelled - “Yo, Diana, don’t we owe you or sumthin, whore?” I told them I went out to treat vets for Memorial Day, and if anything I owed THEM. I reached in my purse and immediately grabbed my plug and slipped it in my pussy - now capping off so much raw seed I could feel it inside me as I moved - and then walked back to my SUV. I told them I’ll see them again on Veterans Day, if I can make it that long. 😈💦💦💦 - Di ❤️
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Train Station Cruise Part Two - The Station Lot The train station was only about a mile from where I was. When I arrived, I pulled into the lot and parked all the way at the back edge of the train station lot where there are no lights - and where in nicer weather some cruising trails start and lead off into the woods. By then it was midnight; the storms remained at bay for the time being, and the last train would be coming through in the next 15 minutes. I shut off the car and lights, put down the windows, and started smoking my new 120s heavily. As I French inhaled, I scanned the scene. I come here late at night because it’s quiet, but still a pretty active scene. I noticed a car on the other side of the dark area. There was a man standing at the window, and it was pretty clear from the slight movements he made that there was someone in the car sucking him off through the window. I pulled one of my fat tits out of my bra and put a tight nipple clamp on, then lifted my skirt and started rubbing my clit as I watched the show. By the time I lit up again, the guy standing there tensed his ass, and I knew he was shooting his load in the cocksucker in the car’s mouth. He quickly looked around, then zipped up and walked away towards the cruising paths, disappearing into the dark. The little Latino boy that was sucking him off could see me now, and our eyes met as I played with my exposed tit for him. I could see him lean back slightly; it was clear he was now jerking himself off and watching me. I pulled my other udder from my tight bra and let him watch as I clamped it; I had brought my heaviest metal clamps, and my eyes rolled from the exquisite pain imparted by the clamps. I then started playing with my big tits, making sure he had a good view of my cleavage and clamped nipples as I continued smoking. As one hand continued teasing my fat titties, the other moved back down to the edge of my micro skirt and pulled it up just enough to expose my hard girlcock. I spun in my seat so that my voyeur friend could see as I stroked my hard clit. Before long, he mouthed the words, “Gonna cum”; I nodded at him and winked as I kneeled up on my seat, giving him a full view of everything. I watched as he came, shooting a few small ropes up onto his shirtless body. After resting for a moment, he mouthed the words “thank you” and started his car. I motioned to indicate that I was offering whatever he wanted, but he pointed at his watch, and his wedding band. I giggled as he drove off, knowing full well what he was giving up. I closed my eyes for a few moments, enjoying the scene of my new friend cumming over and over in my mind’s eye. Then I slid my micro skirt down, pulled the clamps from my nipples, and shoved my plump tits back into my tight bra. Eventually, the last train of the night arrived and let a few people off - 2 women and 3 men - before moving on to its last stop. The two women made a beeline to their cars, which were parked directly beneath the first set of overhead lot lights, got in, and drove away. I watched the three men walk further back towards where I was parked in the dark. One guy peeled off and got in a car halfway back and drove off. The other two walked towards their cars parked near mine way in the back. By the time they walked over to my car (girls, I’ve learned that smoking heavily at night is a good way to attract attention), I had my eyes closed (barely), one tit out of my bra and clamped again, another 120 lit and dangling from my lips as I inhaled, and I was running my purse vibe in and out of my pussy. I opened my eyes to see both guys staring at me, smiled wryly, and reached down and hit the rear liftgate switch. It slowly opened. I had reclined my seat just enough that I could easily slip into the rear bed of the SUV, which I quickly did (this is why I permanently leave the back seats down; I have a comfy memory foam mattress back there specifically for getting fucked by strangers - and it has memories of too many men to count unloading in me). I pulled my other tit out and clamped my hard nipple tightly. I’m completely addicted to clamping my nipples hard; the pain seriously heightens my orgasms. It will also let me release my milk when I want to (or when the clamps are pulled or shaken off). I leaned back as I noticed both men had set their phones up at different angles - strangers as usual recording video of me (again, please, if you got ‘em, post ‘em. You have my official approval!). As I laid back, I spread my legs, slipped the vibe out of my pussy and put it between my ruby lips, sucking my pussy juices from it. I used my fingers to spread my pussy as wide as I could (I’m not a fan of gaped holes - I prefer pretty little cunts - and mine is still very tight with sweet plump lips, even with the hundreds of men who have fucked it). I looked at one of the cameras and said out loud, “Well… who’s gonna fuck my bare pussy first?” I quickly got my answer, as the two men climbed into the back of my SUV and guided me up onto all fours. I felt one guy’s bare cock head tap at my opening, while the other guy pushed his cock against my wet lips. The guy in front of me opens a small bottle and holds it to my nose, telling me to take a hit. Mmmmm… I love poppers being pushed on me. I took a few big hits; they immediately both shoved in hard, and I moaned in response - once again being spit roasted by total strangers who I’d never seen before they walked off the train. And I got lucky; both guys had huge dicks! As their thrusts pushed me back and forth, the clamps on my swinging udders shot agonizing pain down my spine. The weight of the clamps felt heavier with every jiggle of my fat hanging tits. The guys would alternate holding their bottle of poppers under my nostrils to keep me buzzed like they wanted me. A few more hits and my eyes rolled; I was high and loving it! The guy in my mouth saw this and forced his big cock all the way down my throat. Sometimes I’ll control my gag reflex, but even if I wanted to, Mr. Throatfucker didn’t give me a chance. Honestly, I was so high right then I probably didn’t have the wherewithal to do it anyway. And I loved it. I gagged hard as his cock pushed its way to the back of my throat and slid down it. I could feel my eyes tearing and running down my face, and was happy I wore non-waterproof mascara and eyeliner (guys *love* seeing your makeup run!). I felt Mr. Cuntstretcher grab my fat hips and start to slam even harder into my tight cunthole. That prompted Mr. Throatfucker to grab the sides of my head and start slamming his big member down my throat faster. I’m high, my fat udders are slapping the mattress, and I’m being spit roasted by two total strangers with huge cocks. I’m in total ecstasy; one big set of balls slapping my chin, the other smacking hard against my own swinging girlballs - fuck I *love* being used hard like this! I revel in it. Suddenly they push me over the edge, and my big hard swinging clit erupts into a huge orgasm, spraying my first load all over the mattress underneath me. My orgasms always cause me to flex my pussy; I feel Mr. Cuntstretcher’s cock thicken, and he pushes it as deep as he can, holding my big hips to keep himself inside. I feel it pulse as he shoots rope after rope of his bare seed deep in my unprotected womb. Fuck yes, knock me up with that bare seed. Feeling a stranger coat my cunt walls so deeply forces another orgasm out of me; I try to scream, but I can barely breathe with Mr. Throatfucker’s giant dick down my throat. I try to inhale through my big nose, but he jams a bottle up each nostril, forcing a tremendous hit on me all at once; I can only inhale the air in the bottles now. Just then, he forces his huge babymaker deeper in my throat as I feel his friend grab my hair from behind, lacing his fingers into it to hold the back of my head still; Mr. Throatfucker is cutting off my air completely as he starts to dump his big load deep down into my belly. I quickly rip the metal clamps off my nipples; the intense pain causes my eyes to roll back as another huge orgasm washes over me, enhanced by the almost total lack of air and the incredible high I’ve been forced to. The bottles are now pushed into my big nostrils far enough that they are staying on their own, and I couldn’t even move my hands to pull them out if I was sober enough to - or wanted to (which I didn’t). This gave him a perfect view of my big nipples squirting milk all over the mattress and myself and my hard girlcock shooting cum as my body jerked uncontrollably. My head spins as wave after wave of orgasm crashes over me; in my state of popper induced bliss I’m barely aware of my orgasms being exacerbated by the two men slapping and twisting my fat tits and fingering my pussy. I begin to suspect either something else was in that second bottle, or it was an extremely strong type of poppers that I haven’t been fed before. All I know is that I hope someone forces it on me again. Soon. His cock stops pulsing, and he slowly slides his huge monster out of my throat, sliding over my tongue as he extracts it, along with the two bottles of poppers. I get my first real taste of his cock and cum; it mixes with the smell of sex permeating the back of my car as it all wafts into my big Italian nose. Mr. Cuntstretcher slips out of my pussy too; I feel so empty without his huge cock in me (my pussy was made to be filled, which is why I take so many cocks). I quickly grab my plug and push it in my hole to keep yet another stranger’s load in my body where it belongs - at least until my cunt walls absorb it. I roll over on my back as the two men exit the back of my SUV and walk over to their phones. I grab my big tits and squeeze the last drops of milk from them, nursing from my own tits, my eyes moving between the two phones. I barely notice them reach for their phones, and am just sober enough to see the glint of the wedding bands on their hands. More husbands out barebacking this dirty slut before going home and getting into bed with their wives. (I hope you all go home and stick your cock in your wife’s cunt still wet with my pussy juice…) I closed my eyes; I savor these moments when I feel like a truly filthy slut; like a degraded street walking piece of trash. When I open them again, both phones and both men are gone. I think I hear their car doors and engines, and listen as they both drive away. I lie there for a little while, high, wiped out and well fucked. Eventually I manage to climb back into the front seat. I flip down the visor mirror and smile at my completely destroyed makeup and the mess they made of my hair. I love it. My senses were utterly overwhelmed; they usually are when I’m used this hard. I’m floating on a cloud, and still buzzed from the poppers they force fed me. I drive home slowly, naked except for the plug in my pussy, and finally pull into my driveway. I light another 120, which dangles from my lips once more, although the ruby red of earlier is long gone. I pull down the visor and flip open the mirror; I’m pleased with my utterly destroyed makeup. My hand wraps around my extremely hard clit, and I push the plug in deeper to massage my p-spot as I stroke. I’m quickly overtaken by another orgasm, and spray my load all over my belly, tits, face, and the steering wheel. I lean forward in my usual cum trance and lick my cum off the steering wheel. Finally satisfied, I walk in my house, flop down naked on my back on the living room couch, and fall asleep, filled with the huge bare loads of two total strangers, and covered in my own. Degrade me. Humiliate me. Say whatever you want. The simple fact is, I’m a fat filthy bareback cumslut, and I love it.
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Looking for a bottom the more femboy you are the better to fuck August 27th-29th. My whore is actually booked for a group of 9 guys in Hamilton that weekend so I'll literally be alone with a hard cock and no holes to fuck. You can visit for a few hours or a day just pm me.
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Horny young bottom looking to be used by tops, you can be rough if you wish. Can host monday and tuseday in Brisbane 7am-3pm.
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So I'm visiting family Mother's Day. Obviously I'm quite bored in the evening time so I have been on Grindr and Craigslist for most of the afternoon and evening time try to set up some late night fun. I find one guy with a solid 9 inch dick and a girlfriend who is out of town. Sounded perfect for me. You wanted me to come over and screw me. Have may screw him and then he would screw me again before I left. As I'm on my way he calls me and asked me to pick him up some cigarettes. I love the smell of cigarettes during a hookup. I arrived at his place and he starts smoking his cigarette on the patio and I offer to blow him while he finishes off to cigarettes. He gets hard within moments of me blowing him and he finishes off the two cigarettes while blowing the smoke directly on me. He has me taking shoes off outside and it has me silently move through his house that he shares with his girlfriend. We get to his and he has me stripped naked for him and blow him some more. He has me get on all fours on his bed and melts me. I'm taking deep huffs of poppers during this. He's just pounding away I am loving every moment of it. He calls me his little girl. Is sweat. And how I'm going to take his dick whenever I want while I visit. I scream out that I love him and that he is my daddy. He roared during his orgasm. Well he's in charge I offered him a massage. He gratefully accepted. He also asked that I finger him so he can see what it feels like. I accomplished both of those goals and he quiet obviously interest in him being recipient of anal. He told me to get on all fours again. He pounds away like before but this time faster and harder. He calls me his girlfriend's name repeatedly. It's not take long for him to have his second orgasm inside of me. I left his place and was driving home when my grinder went off again. Some guy, 19, wanted to have some car fun you're his house. It was visiting the area for Mother's Day like I was and couldn't host. I messaged him amd he wamted to roleplay where i was his older cousin Travis. He was only 10 minutes out of my way so i didnt mind it too much. I met with him and he was a cute guy. Je asked me to get out of the car, he cjanged his mind and knew an outdoor spot. We walked a little bit to a dark arra with some utility boxes around us. We made out. I taught him how to kiss a little bit slower. Makes everything feel less rushed and anxious. Then he started sucking my dick. It was nice. But an experienced. LOL. He has a lot to learn. But something he doesn't need to learn though is how to pound ass. He was in the largest guy in the world but he knew how to use what he had. He came quickly. And now here I am. Home, with a butt plug inside of me. Making sure that I share this experience with all of you
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Ok, Poptronic, you said let you know when I was ready to quit smoking again. I am. Today is day one. I'm using the patches. I tried last week and failed but I'm determined to be a non-smoker again. Anyone else want to join? Here are some good reasons I found today while reading up on smoking as it relates to those with HIV. Last time I quit I didn't have to think about this, but now it is a real concern. http://aids.gov/hiv-aids-basics/staying-healthy-with-hiv-aids/taking-care-of-yourself/smoking-tobacco-use/
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Anyone know who the pipe smoking porn star in this video is? http://www.extremetube.com/gay/video/gang-banged-by-muscle-men-106166
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I first caught the bug when I was 24. I was in a relationship where the sex had fizzled rather quickly, and I was in the mood for something a little more exciting. One day, after I spent a couple of hours edging to some bareback porn, I decided to log onto gay.com to see what guys were around. I knew the old regulars would be there, and I was so fuckin' horny, I didn’t care. I was determined to find a tight hole, or a hard cock, and have a little play time. I found a guy, about 34 years old, named Greg. He was 6’3, about 200 pounds, with blue eyes and blond hair. While attractive, this guy would fuck just about anything that moved. As I cruised around looking for a better catch, my leaking cock needed relief, and I couldn’t find any other action. Greg invited me over for a smoke and a drink. I knew he was a smoke fetisher, and it turns me on to see a guy enjoy a cig while we’re fuckin' around. I got to his apartment about 3:00 that afternoon. Greg opened the door wide, and he was naked. His uncut cock was wet, I assume from precum, and he was ready to get started. He lead me to the living room and told me to sit down. He grabbed a couple of beers and opened them for me. He sat down next to me on the couch and we clinked our cans together. While I was enjoying my beer, I took out a cigarette and lit up. He leaned in close, and inhaled deeply as I let the smoke linger from my lips. He started unzipping my fly, and by the time he took my cock out of my underwear, it was rock hard. He gave me the best sucking I had in ages, much better than my boyfriend could ever do. For about 10 minutes, he sucked my hard cock, licking and sucking. He kept moaning, telling me how much he enjoyed the pissy smell of my cock. As soon as I downed my beer, he stopped sucking me, and he stood up. He told me to wait until he was ready. As I sat, looking around at his collection of old records and dusty books, he finally called me in. He told me to leave my clothes in the living room. I walked into the bedroom and it was very dim, with only a small light on. I could see he was there, on his hands and knees showing me his beautiful hole. I noticed a huge bottle of lube on the bedstand, the type with the pump, and I knew we were in business. I bent down to lick his hole, tasting the lube and loving how loose his hole had been. This guy must have been fucked recently, because he took my tongue deep. He moaned like a whore with every lick. I knew it was time to slide my leaking cock in. I grabbed a condom from the dresser, and he stopped my hand, telling me no. I asked if he was sure, and he said he wanted to keep my load deep in his ass. As I slowly slid my cock into that tight hole, I was overcome by the hot feeling on the end of my cock. I couldn’t believe I was bare-fucking this internet slut, entering a hole hundreds of guys must have used as their own cum dump. I slowly increased my pumping, trying to delay my cum shot. I knew that with all of the edging, I would have a huge load which could blow any minute. I fucked him slowly, then hard, and then slowly again for about 20 minutes. Finally, I made him lay on his back. I love to look a bottom in the face as he takes my cum. I pushed his legs over his head, slid my cock deep, and rammed it for all it was worth. I noticed he was bleeding, strange for such a whore, but I didn’t care. I rammed his ass, harder, harder, until I couldn’t take it anymore. I screamed that I was cumming, and punched this trashy whore in the chest because came so hard. I was loading this hole with my jizz, and it felt so good. I collapsed on top of him, leaving my cock in his hole. I wanted to let it sit there, and any last drops of my hot cum ooze into his hole. We kissed, and finally, my soft cock popped out of his hole. I noticed a pack of smoked on his nightstand, and I lit up, swapping smoke with him. His cock was rock hard, and leaking, and I had an idea. Since he had let me use his pussy as a cum dump, I had to return the favor. I took a good handful of lube from the pump, and started rubbing it on his cock. He was moaning, and I knew I had him where I wanted him. I climbed up, straddled him, and started to rub his cock on my hole. I felt the head slowly pop in. I wanted his load. I wanted to trade cum with him, and to take his dirty load home to my boyfriend. Finally, I forced myself down on his cock, and he grabbed my hips. He said he was a bottom, but I could tell he wanted his nut in my ass. As he held me onto his cock, he started fucking my ass wildly. In about one minute, he bred my ass hard with his charged cum. He must not have cum for days, because when he pulled his cock out, his cum leaked out like piss. This was the only time I saw Greg, but he left his permanent mark on me.
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I was on vacation with plenty of time, so I figured I’d head to the local bathhouse to see what action I could find. I’m a bear, hairy all over, with salt & pepper hair, a big white beard and my body hair is beginning to turn white, too, so I’m becoming a polar bear. Typical bear body, belly, but I have a nice thick cock and tight hole, and I’ve been told I’m a pretty good fucker. But at most bathhouses, the S&M (Stand and Model) crew won’t give me a second look other than to say I look a bit like Santa. So whenever possible, I will head to the darkroom, if one is available, as there the men can’t see what you look like, and they are all there to fuck, which is what I’m after. I had cleaned out and squirted lube up my ass just in case, so I headed in slowly, letting my eyes get accustomed to the dim light as it became nearly total darkness after you pass the maze of walls that keeps the light out. I was feeling my way along the wall when I bumped into a man, which is the standard way you meet a man in a darkroom, and hands tell you what your eyes cannot. There was the usual touching of body and feeling of cock and balls, and then lips were on my dick. No words were exchanged; I was rubbing his back and he was working my nips and balls while he sucked me up, and then suddenly he was off my dick and had his hand on my shaft, guiding me to his hole. This is a scene I’ve played in many times, so I gently penetrated his hole, which was open and lubed. I imagine he had already been fucked, but I didn’t feel any cum in his hole. He backed up on me till my bush was in his crack and our balls were touching, and I put my hands on his hips to hold him steady as I began to fuck his ass. Then he began to moan softly and very quietly tell me to fuck him harder. I didn’t need the encouragement; he had a great hole for fucking. He had sucked me up quite well and got me just close enough to be ready for a good fuck, and that was what I was getting. As I began to fuck him harder he was really pushing back on me, getting me in as deep as possible. And he was mumbling all the things you say during sex, that’s it, deeper, harder, fuck my ass, please, harder, breed me. I was loving it and really didn’t want to fuck hard and deep; I would have preferred to make it last, as he had a wonderful fuckable ass. But he wanted it deep and hard, and we were making that wonderful “fucking sound” of two sweaty bodies slapping together. Other hands were on us then. I felt at least one pair of hands on me, feeling my body, moving up to my nips and working them as I fucked. I love that, as working my nips really gets me off when I fuck. There were hands on my balls and feeling my cock as it was going in and out of his ass, and then lips were on my hole rimming me as I fucked. It was really one of the best fucks I had enjoyed. And I couldn’t hold back with my nips being worked like that, so I spewed a big load, and said I was cumming, which made the guy push back even harder against me. As I slowed down working my load into his hole, the other hands on me disappeared, till I thought it was just the two of us there in the dark. Suddenly he was off my dick and then lips were on it, and I realized he had spun around and was sucking my cock clean, so I held his head as he worked, and then suddenly he pulled away and was gone. I was standing there in that wonderful post-fuck glow, when I felt a cockhead between my legs. If you’ve felt it before, you know you go into automatic; bending over, spreading your legs to center his cockhead on your hole, and I did. And he knew instinctively to press forward. A very large cockhead parted my ass; it was good I had lubed up, as otherwise I’m sure it would have taken lots of effort to get that thing in; it felt like a butt plug, but the amazing thing was that it just kept going and going and then it got thick as I felt his bush against my ass. He had one of those amazing cocks we all lust over, big head on a long shaft that gets thicker at the base. I felt like I was really being spread open as he put both his hands on my ass to hold on and dig in deep. Luckily I was beside a wall, so I put both hands out against the wall and bent as far over as I could to let him have his way with me. “My God that thing is big,” I thought I said under my breath. “Y’like it, mate?” He had heard me. “Oh God, yes, give it to me man, fuck ass!” Then I had to suck breath in quick, as he lit into my ass. There was no gentle start, he went right into the fuck, nearly all the way out and then WHAM! He was back in to the hilt, and it was continual. I wondered if I could take that pounding. Now I wished I was out in the light and in a sling or on a fuck table so I could see this fucker, maybe work his nips. I just tried to relax and open up to his assault. Once I was accustomed to his rape of my hole, I could encourage him. “Come on fucker, gimme that cock, breed my ass, lemme feel it when you cum in my hole!” I shouldn’t have said that, cause then he really lit into me. He didn’t say anything; he just kept fucking my ass. The hands returned, and somehow a man got under me and was sucking my dick and balls, and working my nips, and that was good, as it helped me open up and enjoy what was being done to me. Hands were pulling on my balls and fingers were around my hole, feeling his shaft pound my ass. This was one of the hottest fucks I had received in ages. Luckily for me, he must’ve been horny, probably got sucked well just before he popped into my hole, as I could feel his shaft getting thicker and hotter, so I knew it wouldn’t be long. He put his arms up under me and grabbed my shoulders so he could pull me back hard against him as he slammed his cock in even harder. And then I felt the spew, what had to be a huge load, and he continued to spurt as he pounded me, and the only thing he said was a big AHH just as he blew. He didn’t slack off, he worked that load in deep and hard, his cock still spewing, till he began to go flat and finally his dick fell out with a big splat of cum hitting the floor, which was quite obvious now that it had become quiet again. It took me a moment to regain my composure and stand up, but then I did the same thing my bottom had done for me, I felt around for his cock and sucked it clean. That big cockhead was a mouthful, and there was no way I could deepthroat that thick shaft all the way, but I managed to feel his bush on my nose. He had salty cum, so I figured he was a smoker. “After that I need a smoke!” I said as I pulled off his cock. “Y’don’t want to return the favor, Mate?” he asked. “God, yes, I’d love to, but I just planted a load before you gave me yours. Let’s go have a smoke and let me recharge a bit.” “OK Mate”. He had the most delightful accent that I took to be Australian or New Zealand. I led the way out, feeling my way along the wall until I saw light and knew I was going the correct way. When we walked out of the darkroom, I about fell over, as I got to see my fucker for the first time. I’m sure my mouth was hanging open as I took in a combination of Greek God, surfer stud and bodybuilder. I would guess he was over 30, but built like a brick shithouse; he looked like one of those models in the gay mags. Muscles, very little body hair, blonde hair, blue eyes, nice nips, and that magnificent dong that swung between his legs. He saw my expression and smiled. We went to the lockers and I got out my cigarettes and was surprised to see him pull out a pack of Gauloises. I’ve tried to smoke them before and they are too strong for me, and I smoke American Spirit, which is one of the stronger American brands. We went out on the deck and lit up; we were both using Zippos, another surprise. So I had to ask him “How is it that a guy like you smokes, and smokes that strong a cigarette?” He smiled at me as the smoke curled from his nose. “Don’t smoke much, Mate, but when I do smoke, I wanna know I’m smokin’, just like when I fuck, I wanna really pound arse!” “I like your attitude, and I can attest to what a good fucker you are,” I said. We were getting all kinds of looks from the other men, mostly lust after this hunk. As we finished our smokes he flicked his over the rail and headed back in. I followed after him. “I’ve got a room,” I told him, “and if we’re gonna fuck, I sure would like to see it this time,” I told him. He just smiled and said “Lead th’way, Mate!” So we walked down to the room. When we went in, I had to ask him “Why does a hunk like you hide your beautiful body in the darkroom? I’m sure you can get any man you want.” “Here’s th’thing, Mate, every man that sees me wants me to fuck his arse, and I wanna get m’bum fucked. I fuck all the time, but s’rare I find a man that will give me the cock and load m’arse wants and needs. So I go into the darkroom lookin’ to get fucked. But today all I could find was cocksuckers and arse.” Then he knelt down on the floor and took my cock in his mouth and it didn’t matter that I had fucked ass about a half hour before, just the sight of this magnificent man on my dick had me stiff as a poker. And he was working my nips as he sucked cock, which was just what I needed. Then he got up and bent over, and I said “No, I wanna watch your face; lie on your back.” He smiled at me and lay down on his back and raised his legs and scooted right to the edge of the bed. He knew how to bottom! I centered my cockhead on that beautiful pucker and pushed. I swear I heard a pop when my cockhead parted his ass. He had lubed up, too, so I could easily slide home, and he rested his legs on my shoulders and said “Plow arse, Pops!” And once again I wanted to make it last and enjoy it, but looking down at that beautiful boy and his muscular body as I was fucking him just had me turned on too much. I knew if I fucked him much longer I was gonna shoot way too soon. So I pulled out and told him to lie on his stomach, and I climbed over him and inserted my cock in that beautiful willing hole, and lay down on top of him. I had never felt a man under me quite like him, and I’ve been fucking ass all my life. Feeling all those wonderful hard muscles under me, I massaged his arm muscles, and he took my hands and put them under him and told me to work his nips while I fucked him. He liked having his nips worked just like I do. Then I began to hump ass; you know in this position you can piston in and out and really get deep just like in the sling. Once again I knew it was not going to last, as it was too good. So I tried to give him a good pounding, and at least give him a satisfactory fuck, if I couldn’t give him as big a load as he had given me, since I had blown my wad earlier. When I fuck a second time after I’ve blown a load it usually takes a while for me to work another up, but the combination of his big load in my ass and fucking the hottest stud I’d ever had gave life to my balls, and all too soon I was blowing my load. He knew it before I told him, as he was pushing his ass up to meet every stroke and sucking the cum outtta my balls with his ass muscles. “Thas’ it Dad, breed me’arse, gimme that cum!” I was just grunting, as it was taking all my wind to pump my load in deep. Then before I was really done, he rose up under me and rolled me off, so he could grab my dick and suck it clean, and he was not gentle; he wanted every drop. I thought he would suck my balls out my cock. “Go easy, son!” He smiled and relaxed. I was pleased to see how sweaty he was; he had been working as hard for my load as I had been. “Shower and smoke?” I asked, and he just nodded, shaking some sweat off. We went to the showers together and he let me do some of the soaping up and then returned the favor, which got both our dicks stiff again. But they went down while we toweled off. We went back to the deck to smoke. “So what brings you here?” I asked. “Vacation, Mate, time off t’relax and I hoped to get m’arse loaded up as much as possible.” “Have you tried the sling out in the center of the play area?” “No, why?” “Because if you wanna get fucked, the best place is that sling. When you go back in, you get in that sling, and I’ll start fuckin’ you, and I bet we’ll soon be surrounded with men and several of them will want to be next.” “Y’think so, Mate? Never done that, always wanted to, but I always ended up fuckin’ the man in the sling, never got to be the one takin’ cock and load, but I sure want to!” By this time the place was getting busy, so I knew there would be men that would love to fuck this hot stud. So after we finished our smoke we went to the playroom. Just like usual, lots of S&M around the room, some dicks getting sucked, but not much else going on; everyone waits for someone else to go first. He got in the sling and I got his feet in the stirrups. I had brought in my squirt bottle of J Lube and I gave his ass a small squirt, as he already had my cum in his hole, and used some on my dick, and centered my cock and slid home. It was just what I expected and have seen so many times. One couple starts fucking in the sling and the crowd gathers around. There was the usual gay chat, “Look at that hot stud and he’s lettin’ a Daddy fuck his ass!” And lots of appreciation of what a hot man was in the sling. There were two men standing next to me, and they were both jacking nice sized cocks, so I turned to the one closest to me and asked “You wanna be next?” He was surprised, sort of a “Who, me?” look, and I grabbed his cock and pulled him to the stud’s hole as I backed out and almost shoved him into the open hole. Once his cock was in that beautiful ass, lust took over and he started plowing him good. No gay man can let a beautiful cock like that stud’s in the sling go un-sucked, so soon he was at full staff getting a fine blowjob while he got fucked, and men were sucking his nips, too. And his current fucker was just like me, so turned on to be fucking a hot stud like him that he blew too quick. “Holy Shit, I’m cumming!” he shouted. And all the men were urging him on, “Fuck ass man, plant that load, give him a good ride!” The stud was smiling, getting what he wanted, and I bet he was having a difficult time keeping from cumming himself as he got sucked while he was taking a load. I dropped to my knees and took a big dick in my mouth and got it nice and stiff and wet, and as soon as the fucker pulled out, I got up and grabbed that stiff cock and shoved him into the stud. Lust took over on him, too. You know how great it feels to slide into a hole greased with another man’s cum. He got this wicked smile on his face and grabbed the stud’s hips and just pounded his ass hard. I went looking for another big cock and started sucking him up. When the current fucker blew, I had the next one ready. And that was the way it went. I lost count of the loads, but I think he got five or six before the crowd diminished and there was no more stiff meat available. All the men were talking as they went off, “Wasn’t that the hottest thing you ever saw? Did you see how many men that hunk took on? Can you believe a stud like that is a cum hole?” When it was obvious that it was over, I helped him out of the sling. Cum was running down his legs as I led him to the shower and helped him rinse off. “Oh m’God, what a night!” he said as we both toweled off. “I sure got what I wanted. Thanks so much for helpin’ me, Mate!” He gave me a crushing hug, and I finally got to kiss that beautiful face. He was good kisser, too. Like all good sex, it was afterwards that I asked him what his name was, and he said he was Jeremy. We shook hands after the introduction. I invited him home with me, but he declined, saying that he had to go meet some friends for dinner and drinks, and I’m sure that he ended up in someone else’s bed that night. But I sure had the time of my life with my Darkroom Surprise! Jerry Prince, RawTopDad@aol.com "When you open your body to the root of his manhood, both receive pleasure!"
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