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It was on Craigslist of all places. I couldn’t remember the last time I trolled Craigslist for dick, but his ad got my attention: Blindfolded with Poppers – You walk in. Get on the bed on your hands and knees. I come in behind you and breed you. Bring poppers. 28, good build, 8c. There were a few torso pics. He looked a little Middle Eastern with a really nice dick. Hairy, but trimmed up nicely. Fuck. I thought this is really risky, but damn it sounded hot. I emailed him with a few pictures and he got back to me immediately. He said it was simple. He wanted to fuck anonymous ass raw. I was to bring a blindfold, a jock strap and poppers. I would text him when I got there and he’d unlock the door. I was not to remove my blindfold under any circumstances. It was on. This started out with what would become a long term fuck-buddy relationship with Jason. Of course, I didn’t know his name at that time, but I’m getting ahead of myself. I arrived at this apartment complex and at first, couldn’t find the unit number. After texting him a few times I finally found it. He wanted me to walk in, strip leaving my jock strap on, get on the bed on all fours with my ass hanging off the edge and to have poppers out and on the bed. Needless to say this is nerve wracking because this could all be some terrible hoax that someone is playing and I’m caught breaking into a stranger’s apartment. I walked up to the door and with my heart pounding, twisted the door knob and it turned. I slowly opened the door and it was pitch black inside and there was some rock music playing in the background. I shut the door behind me and locked it. My eyes adjusted to the darkness and I could make out a one-bedroom apartment. I walked into the bedroom and took off my clothes, adjusted my jock strap and got into position leaving the poppers on the bed as instructed. I placed the blindfold over my eyes and waited. I could hear someone in the bathroom but I couldn’t tell what they were doing. My heart was racing harder now because I still didn’t know 100% that I was where I was supposed to be. Is this guy legit and is this his apartment? I heard the door open and could hear someone walking around the room. I felt him reach across the bed and take the bottle of poppers and take a few hits. Then I felt his hands on my ass and I arched my back, practically purring. I wanted this. I wanted this unknown, unseen person to stick his cock in me and fuck me. He got up on the bed and moved in front of me. I could smell the musk coming from his crotch. I moved my head forward and I had my face in his bush. I started licking. His pubes were course and smelled incredibly masculine. He guided his soft cock into my mouth. It was cut and had a nice length to it, but I couldn’t tell at this point how well hung he was. I had his entire cock in my mouth and started sucking and licking. I heard him say, “That’s right Babyboy, eat your daddies cock.” I loved his voice and I loved that he was starting to talk dirty. It was strange that he referred to himself as daddy because I am positive I am older than him by several years. I was feeling all over his body and discovered he was built and tight with a flat stomach and a nice beefy ass. As Jason’s cock started to grow in my mouth, it became apparent that he was really nicely hung. He hit the poppers again and then held it down for me and fed me a hit. Remember I couldn’t see anything blindfolded. My head started soaring and Jason took the back of my head and started driving his cock deep into the back of my throat. He would let up for a minute and then piston fuck his cock right back into my throat and hold it there until I ran out of air. I was doing everything I could not to gag and try to control his thrusts, but he had my head locked and all I could do was concentrate on breathing and opening my throat. As a result, large copious amounts of saliva started running in a steady stream down his shaft and onto his balls and then puddling on the bed. “You like daddy’s cock, little boy? Are you daddy’s boy? Do you like this fat dark dick?” Jason pulled out and let me take a moment to breathe again. I licked his pubes and balls while I was taking a break holding onto his rock-hard ass cheeks the entire time. I had his entire crotch area soaked. This went on for what felt like 30 minutes when Jason pulled his dick out of my throat and got off the bed. Again I felt his hands on my ass cheeks and kneading them like dough spreading them apart and squeezing them together again. “Ummmm, daddy loves his little girl’s pussy. You gonna give me some of this pussy, baby boy?” I moaned and told him, “Fuck yeah.” Again getting super turned on with his dirty talk. It’s interesting that he was referring to me as “daddy’s little girl” because I’m definitely a masculine guy. I have broad shoulders, muscular legs and an expansive chest. No one ever feminized me before. I’m surprised that it turned me on and didn’t offend me. It should have. I don’t like feminine girly guys and certainly don’t want to be one. Not that there is anything wrong with that, but it’s just not my thing. This dudes mouth got me hot. At that point I felt him lean in and stick his tongue in my ass. I pressed back and moaned, “Oh fuck yeah, Daddy.” He growled and really started eating me out with a vengeance spreading my cheeks as far apart as they could physically get. I reached back searching for the poppers and suddenly they appeared in my hand. I took a nice long hit while Jason had his tongue cork-screwing into my hole. While I was taking a hit, Jason stood up and I could feel his cock graze across my hole. I could feel its heat. He took the poppers from me and started taking a hit for himself. After 2 really long draws on the bottle, he put the cap back on and dropped them on the bed. He lined his cock up with my ass and slowly pushed forward, through my ass ring and kept going until he bottomed out. When he reached bottom he exhaled and said, “I fucking love this cunt.” With that he started a steady job of fucking me; stopping every few minutes to hit the poppers. Occasionally he would pull is cock out and replace it with 3 fingers and tell me that my “pussy” was so warm from the friction. And then, he shoved his cock back in all the way and return to fucking me hard. I reached between my legs and grabbed his balls to encourage him to keep fucking me saying, “I love your daddy dick, man.” And he’d return the compliment by saying, “And daddy loves his baby’s pussy.” Jason stopped fucking me for a moment leaving his cock halfway buried in my ass. I thought he was going to take another hit of poppers, but he didn’t reach for the bottle. Instead I heard a camera shutter go off several times and knew he was taking pictures. This was a huge turn on. After a few minutes he resumed fucking me with a strong steady pace. After about 5 minutes or so, he pulled out and jumped on the bed again and stuck his cock in my face. It was warm and smelled of what I thought must be cum, but he hadn’t orgasmed yet. I started lapping at his cock and then sucking it and deep throating it like a hungry slut. I loved feeling how hot his cock was from being inside my ass. He leaned down and fed me a hit of poppers and whispered, “Do you want me to breed that white pussy for you?” I pulled his sloppy cock from my mouth and looked up in the direction of his voice and said, “Yes, Daddy, I want it bad.” Jason jumped back off the bed, got behind me and grabbed one ass cheek in each hand and plowed into my hole again and started relieving some obvious stressed on my puss. He pumped, pounded, pulled completely out and rammed back in 10 or 12 times. I was taking it by arching my back and holding still and letting him pound me hard and moaning guttural incoherent sounds. I could feel his pelvic bone every time he bottomed out in me. I was nothing more than a fucking animal in heat. He was breathing extremely hard and his fuck got faster and faster until he pushed completely forward and froze. Jason let out a deep resonating growl that sounded so primitive and sexy. I could feel his cock pulse in my ass. He shot five or six times and then buried his cock balls deep and froze again while he caught his breath. Jason laid on my back creating a layer of sweat between us. I could feel him flex his cock in my ass several times and feel his breath in the crook of my neck. Very quickly, Jason pulled his cock from my ass as if he didn’t want anything to spill out. He came around one last time for me to clean his cock up. This time I definitely tasted cum. He left and went into the bathroom. I lay on the bed to catch my breath and relished in the fuck that I’d just received. I still had no idea what this hot mother fucker looked like. After a moment, I gathered my thoughts and my clothes got dressed and started heading out of the bedroom. The bathroom door was cracked and I could see Jason’s reflection in the mirror. He couldn’t see me. He couldn’t have been more than 28. He had long, beautiful jet black rocker-type hair that he wore up high in a ponytail. He had pale skin so I have no idea what ethnicity he was but he certainly didn’t identify as white. I walked out and got in my car and stayed there again catching my breath. Jason sent me a picture of him with his cock in my ass. I love that picture. We continued to fuck the same way; anonymous, blindfolded, with poppers and with him referring to me as “boy” or “daddy’s little girl” and always referring to my “pussy.” I loved every single time we got together. I really get off on your comments.
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I was just about to give up on any possibility of hooking up when a guy sent me an instant message saying he liked my profile. He said he was really into my “type.” I like to get to the point so I asked him what he was into. He said, “You.” His name was Marcos and he didn’t have a picture, but he assured me I wouldn’t be disappointed. Damn, I thought, I hate these sorts of setups. I don’t know what this guy looks like, or what he’s into. Plus it was really getting late. But on the other hand, I have heard some horror stories of guys who did have pictures and looked nothing like them. He described himself as 6’2” dark hair, brown eyes and South American. I tried to push for more information but got very little. He asked me if I wanted to come to his house. I asked if I came over, what we would do. He said have a beer, talk, whatever. Damn, I was not getting any information from this guy. But curiosity got the best of me and I got his address and drove over. It was about 1:00 a.m. when I knocked on the door. He opened the door slightly and out popped a really hot looking face; beautiful olive skin and sexy masculine stubble. He had black hair that was curly and long, just over his ears. He didn’t smile or give me any clue as to what he thought of me, but opened the door and gestured me inside. He was wearing a plain t-shirt and boxers. He invited me into his small living room and we sat on a sofa. Marcos started making small talk while rubbing my knee and putting his arm around me and suddenly he started making out with me; all in like 10 seconds. I started feeling him up all over him and soon realized that his body was really muscular and tight. Marcos had his tongue down the back of my throat in a matter of seconds and I could tell from his breathing that he was hungry. My cock was rock hard in response to all of his attention. He started pulling my shirt off over my head and immediately licked down my neck and to my left tit. He was very aggressive and kept his hands busy; one working my crotch and the other tweaking my other tit. I was doing the same thing to him; feeling his rock hard body and trying to pull his shirt up over his head. I was kicking off my shoes at the same time. I couldn’t get naked fast enough. Somehow my hand made it to his crotch. His basket was full and his mound was tight. I kept rubbing and could feel him thrust towards my cupped hand. He licked his way over to my other tit and started swirling all around then started nibbling. I let out a moan and he ever-so-lightly growled. Marcos had my pants down and around my ankles within seconds and flipped my body over onto my stomach equally as fast. His left hand pushed my head down onto the couch while is right hand wrapped around my waist and pulled my ass up into the air. I stayed very still while he took his hands and spread my ass cheeks apart. I could tell he was checking me out because he wasn’t doing anything except spreading my cheeks and staring at my hole. I could feel his breath on my pucker as his tongue licked around the parameter. I wanted this guy inside me in every possible way. Marcos dove in and started fucking his tongue into my hole. He let go of my cheeks and reached through my legs and grabbed a tit in each hand and started moaning into my butt and twisting my nips in unison. I reached through my legs too and started rubbing his crotch and trying to get a feel for how he was hung. I could feel he was hard because his entire mound was hot and taunt. I reached up to his waistband and started pulling his boxers down. The first thing I felt was his tight wiry bush of his pubes. He let go of my tits as I fumbled around with his boxers. Never taking his mouth off my hole he managed to get out of his shorts in a matter of seconds. This stud was an expert in getting me and him out of our cloths. I reached through my legs and felt his cock. It was hot, leaking, uncut and big. Seriously fat. Not so much long, probably eight inches, but fat. I knew I had to choke this fat Latin cock down my throat tonight. I continued to feel him up and moved back to his balls. Nice big nuts; naturally smooth. I made a cock ring with my index finger and thumb and wrapped them around his cock and both balls and started to stretch them downward. Again, Marcos moaned into my hole. I was so into this guy that pre-cum started flowing out of me. He was throwing such a solid boner and I needed it in my mouth. Marcos had other ideas. He spread my cheeks again, but this time he started playing with the lips around my pucker. He actually grabbed the left side of my ass ring between his thumb and first finger and did the same with his other hand. He basically had the rim of my hole between his fingers. Then he spread it open and stuffed his tongue into me even further than before. I was getting very verbal and moaning and pushing my butt back onto his face. He stretched my hole further with his fingers and shoved more tongue into me. My cunt was on fire. I reached between my legs and started fingering my puss while his tongue was inside me and we worked together to get as much of ourselves inside my ass. Spit was dripping everywhere. Marcos was a pig. I began to feel the early rumblings of an orgasm deep inside me but I was not ready to let loose a load yet, so I pulled away causing Marcos to disengage his tongue from my ass. I needed to catch my breath and calm down. I turned around and sat up Indian-style staring at Marcos. He was so fucking fine especially now I could see him completely naked. His cock was awesome; a perfect cock. I spread my legs so I could to give him a little show while I caught my breath. I started fingering myself. Marcos was staring at my finger working its way into my hole. Then he started jacking his cock. He got closer and then a little closer until I could see his dick juice appear at his piss slit and then dribble down his shaft. It was creating this sticky goo that made me salivate. Marcos stared right into my eyes while he jacked. He had the nastiest look on his face while he did that. He reached down and inserted one of his fingers alongside mine in my ass and started helping me fuck myself. He did this while inching his way closer to me. Pretty soon, that fat Latin cock was close enough for me to swipe my tongue across. I could tell Marcos was playing with me, teasing me, taunting me. He knew I was starving for his fat dick and was holding back making sure I didn’t get too much too soon. My ass was juicing, big time. I stared at his gooey cock head and tried to reach it with my tongue. Looking right into my eyes, Marcos asked, “You need some of this big South American dick, Josh? You wanna blow me, man?” I swallowed, completely focused on his cock head leaking pre-cum and simply said, “Fuck yeah, dude. I want to taste your fucking juice man. Let me have it. Come on, dude I’m starving here, Let me blow you.” I felt Marcos insert another finger in my ass. That’s now two of his and one of mine. Marcos took his cock and smeared it over my lips. I could feel the warm goo cool when it touched my face and lips. My tongue was sticking out as far as it could possibly go. I finally made contact and licked the head and up and down. He lifted his cock up and placed his smooth balls right at my mouth. I licked and slathered them with my tongue and then sucked each one onto my mouth. I was stuffed with his hot nads in my mouth. I licked and swirled my tongue and he started pumping his balls in and out of my mouth. As soon as he’d pull them almost all the way out, I would suck them all the way back in. I love tea-bagging. I’m good at it and he appreciated it. His dick juice dripping onto my face told me so. Marcos pulled his balls free from my mouth and shoved his dick in my mouth and held the back of my head still. I was impaled onto his cock. Because of the angle, I was only taking about three-quarters of his cock down my throat. Then Marcos started fucking my mouth. We both wanted to get more of his cock into my throat, but his dick was really fat and the angle was wrong. He pulled his cock out of my mouth dragging a strand of spittle along with it. He swung me around on the couch and had my head hanging upside-down off the seat of the couch and my legs resting on the back. He rubbed his slimy dick all over my face before inserting it back into my mouth. He pushed his fat cock passed my lips and towards the entrance into my throat, but got stuck at the back of my throat. Damn, I was afraid his cock was too fat for me. I tried to relax as Marcos continued to make little fuck motions trying to get past the entrance to my throat. I took a deep breath, grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him against the resistance at the bottle neck at the entrance of my throat. It was tight and I didn’t think it would work, but I was willing to risk a sore throat to get that fat Latin cock into my throat. And then it happened, his cock popped through the opening at the back of my throat. Marcos let out a loud “Oh fuck yea!” and continued pushing into my throat. When he stopped, his pubic bush was at my nose. I loved the way his pubes smelled. That got me even more excited and I tried to push my face further onto his cock, but I was already at the root. I just stayed there and tried to breathe through my nose. I would also use my throat muscles to “swallow” which sent ripples down Marco’s dick. That’s when he started fucking my mouth; long deep strokes. I tried to take short little breaths in between each withdrawal because I didn’t want to disrupt our rhythm by gasping for air. I needed cock more than air. While pumping my throat, he spread my legs and started fingering my ass again. He started with one finger, then added another and then another; all the way to the second knuckle. He would reach in and feel all the way around my hole, find my prostrate and rub it like a genie rubbing a lamp. I was so warm and wet and hot for it. Marcos was moaning, fingering my ass, fucking my throat and stretching me open all at the same time. He took both of his the first fingers and spread me open, got in close enough for me to feel his breath and then spit into my hole, smearing it all around. He did that three or four times. He pulled his slimy, spit-covered cock out of my mouth and spun me around again; this time doggie style on the couch facing the side of the couch with my ass up in the air. He hopped up onto the couch behind me and I was anticipating his next move. I felt his cock head touched the rim of my ass. It was warm and really slippery. He rubbed it all around. His head felt huge. He slipped about half of his head into my ass and pulled it back out again. He was teasing me. He new I wanted it and he knew I wanted it bad. I moaned and flexed my ass cheeks and pulsed my rosebud sending every signal I could muster for him to fuck me. But he didn’t give into me. He continued to tease. A pitiful desperate yearning sound escaped my throat before I could control it. Marcos grabbed two handfuls of my hair and pulled my head back. Staring straight into my eyes with lust I heard, “White boy, you want some raw Latin cock in that smooth pink little pussy of yours? Huh? You need some dick, baby?” I just moaned back and said yes, to give it to me. He said, “You want some of this?” and he stuck the head back in, but pulled it equally as fast back out again. I was delirious at this point and screamed, “Fuck me, man. Punch that fat Latin cock into me, I need to get fucked!” Then very quietly I begged him, “Please Marco. Please fuck me. I need this so bad, Fuck my cunt.” With that, Marcos nudged the head of his cock back to the entrance of my hole and he pushed forward in one great lunge and I pushed back with a huge force and within a split second I had that fat, big bronze cock buried balls deep in my ass. I let out the a long animalistic exhale. I was dumbfounded. This is what I wanted. This is what I needed. My spine started to tingle and I could feel his heart beat through his cock. The lips of the ring of my ass were stretched to their maximum. Had Marcos been a millimeter fatter, I’d be bleeding at this very minute. “There you go, baby. I got cha. I got cha all stuffed full of cock just like you needed. Pussy is SO fucking tight. Goddamn.” At that point, Marcos flexed his dick and I felt it swell and contract. He kept talking nasty to me. “Come on blondie, you want some of this? Work for it.” I pulled forward and his dick slid out along the walls of my hole. God it was amazing. I could actually tell when his cock head was starting to pop out. “Now, push your pussy back onto my cock all the way. Yeah, that’s it. Damn, you got one hot fucking ass.” “Enjoy this while you can cause in a few minutes, I’m going to turn you over and powerfuck that ass like you need it, do you hear me?” I kept sliding slowly back and forth onto and off of his slick fat dick. Like I said I could no longer feel my spine. Marcos reached around and grabbed each of my tits and started pinching them, getting me hotter even still. I didn’t go near my cock because I was going to shoot at any time. I could tell Marcos was ready to throw a nasty powerful fuck into me. That’s when he pulled completely out. Marcos pulled out with a loud whoosh sound and the cool air hit my ass ring. He turned me over, produced a bottle of poppers from thin air, and told me to take a hit. I took a long hit in each nostril then he lifted my legs and put each leg into my hands and told me to pull back. I pulled my legs back to the side of my head. He crouched down and shoved his tongue in my warm fucked hole and slobbered around for a few minutes. Moaning and snorting and eating and fingering was all I could hear and feel. He was in a fucking asshole stupor. He pulled his head up and looked at me with saliva all over his face. He positioned his cock at my hole again and pushed all the way in. I looked up, still holding my legs to the side of my head and Marcos came in to kiss me. I looked closer and saw ass juice, pre-cum, and saliva covering his chin and nose; it was even dripping off his lower lip. Our faces crashed together in a beastly kiss. It was less a kiss and more of an attack. And then he started to fuck. He was pulling that fat Latin cock completely out of my ass and punching it back in to the root. Again and again and again moaning into my throat. Seriously after about 10 minutes of his incessant pounding, I may have passed out. I am sure I at least stopped breathing for a few seconds. When I regained awareness, I was cumming all over myself without touching my cock. Marcos looked down as I sprayed us both with my load. More poppers. He saw my eyes were rolled to the back of my head and went into overdrive and pounded and pounded and pounded me into oblivion. He pulled all the way out and forced his cock all the way back in. He did this about twenty times in a row and then he buried his cock balls-deep and froze. He had this amazing intense look on his face and then I felt him blow his load deep into me; two short spurts followed by several long ones. After the initial few shots, he let out a loud guttural sound that only comes from an animal. He was loading me up and I wanted every bit of it. When he finished he buried his cock to the balls and relaxed on top of me. He stayed like that until his cock plopped out with a nasty sounding spat. I must have one hell of a load up inside me. I slowly got up, got cleaned up and got dressed while coming out of my dazed-fucked state. I looked at Marcos on his couch, covered in my cum. We never even made it to his bedroom. I looked back at that sofa and knew I’d never forget how good he looked on it while he pounded the living daylights out of me. I definitely want to see more of that sofa again. I did finally make it into Marco’s bedroom, several times in fact. He was one great fuck.
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I'm bottom and I love bareback talk. Acknowledging that the fucking is 100% raw, unprotected, no condoms, and that it's going to end up with a load planted deep in my guts. No ambiguity about the consent and that we're both fucking naturally. I also love the anticipation of breeding and talking about how the top is going to fill me up with a big and deep load and how I'm going to keep it inside. I love to beg as the top cums and make sure that he knows that I want a deep breeding. Anywhere else is unacceptable. I also like it when a top gets close and asks me if he can cum inside. It's very sexy and considerate and also puts the ball in my court whether i want him to last longer. I love any of the following words when being verbal: bareback, unprotected, raw, no condom, breeding, cum dump, sperm, babies, DNA, guts, pregnant. -
The title will make a little more sense as you read on. I got pinged the other day while on Manhunt. The guy said he liked my look. I immediately pulled up his profile and he had a few face pics and described himself as 27, 5’10” and 180 and Puerto Rican. His profile was also one of those professional profiles that massage therapists use so I texted back and asked if he was looking for clients. He said “Not today.” His profile said nothing about what he was into and for some reason, I didn’t feel comfortable asking. The guy was certainly super-hot according to his stats and frankly even though I prefer to bottom, I’ve been known to throw a hot fuck from time to time. We set up a time and I jumped into the shower and got cleaned up preparing for the unexpected. The address took me to a duplex. I started getting the familiar butterflies in my stomach when I’m about to fuck someone I’ve never seen or met. There is the possibility that this was a bogus address or a bogus profile. I took a deep breath and knocked. I feel my nips harden and my cock twitch in anticipation. When the door opened, I was stunned. Before I could process anything, he ushered me into the house and closed the door. He didn’t look like his profile pics. I’ve heard buddies tell stories about people misrepresenting themselves with their profile and when they meet and learn the truth, it’s an awkward hot mess. I’ve been lucky in that I have only had one such gross misrepresentation. As my brain was processing the “disconnect,” I realized that the issue was that his profile pictures weren’t flattering to him. This guy was an unbelievably beautiful human specimen. He looked almost identical to Enrique Iglesias but more defined and muscular. He looked like a high-fashion model. If you saw him on the streets, you would embarrass yourself by staring. He had dark short hair and a well-groomed 5 o’clock shadow. He was wearing a pair of gym shorts and nothing else. His nipples were the size of quarters and deep bronze in color. His chest was perfectly pronounced with a very deep sternum line dividing two huge pectoral muscles. There was no question that this guy was out of my league. I searched my brain for a dignified way to get us both out of this situation. There was no doubt in my mind that he had made a mistake. Think. Think. He walked me from the door, through the living room and gestured for me to move into what I suspected would be a bedroom. Once inside he closed the door. This wasn’t a bedroom at all. It was dark except for glowing reddish lights coming from different parts of the room. Soft music was playing and candles were lit. I could smell something that reminded me of jasmine. We were in his massage room. Enrique turned to me and wrapped me in his muscular arms and whispered in my ear, “You are perfect. You have no idea how much I’m into your look.” I was dumbfounded. It’s not that I have low self-esteem, in fact just the opposite. I take good care of myself. But this guy was mesmerizing. It was like looking at him cast a spell over me and that made me nervous. Enrique began to unbutton my shirt and immediately started licking and sucking on my neck and worked his way down to my tits. I moaned in appreciation and he switched to the other tit and began to unbutton my pants. When they feel to the floor he reached around and grabbed one cheek in each hand and used his expert trained hands to massage my glutes moving them around and spreading them apart. I have big ass cheeks and he moaned in appreciation. It felt great. He released my tit from his mouth and looked at me and started deep kissing me. I moaned from inside his kiss and we ground our faces together exchanging saliva. I ran my hands all over his body. Everything was perfect. I reached to his crotch but he had a jock on so I couldn’t figure out what he was packing. It didn’t matter. This guy was a fucking god and I was going to enjoy every inch of him. He moved me over to his massage table and had me lay on it face down. Next he moved down between my legs and spread them. Again he massaged and kneaded my ass with steady strength. I pushed back to let him know he could work my butt as hard as he liked; that I could take it. He received the message and intensified his grip. I felt his hand move down through the ditch of my ass and graze my hole. He spit on it and rubbed his finger all around it. He spit some more and inserted his finger and finger fucked me for a few minutes. I slowly began to realize this guy was a top. He was ass obsessed. His finger retreated and was replaced with his tongue. He didn’t start slow like most guys do. He buried his tongue to the hilt and began to dart in and out of my hole all the while delivering copious amounts of saliva into my ass. Much of it spilled over onto his chin and my balls, but it was certainly getting me hot and beyond horny. He started trading off between his fingers and his tongue. He had eventually worked three fingers in and out of my ass-cunt. Enrique said very quietly just above a whisper, “Push out.” I didn’t hear him and asked him to repeat it. “Push your cunt out.” He said a little louder. This was music to my ears. I crunched my abdominal muscles and pushed the ring of my ass outward like I was taking a shit. “Yeah, dude, just like that. Stay right there.” Next I felt him suck my hole into his mouth causing a vacuum and then use his teeth to encase my rosebud and lightly bit down. The sensation was awesome. No one had ever done that to me before. He continued to trade off between sucking and nipping. “I moaned, “That feels so fucking good. Please don’t stop.” For the next 5 minutes or so, he continued to worship my hole like that. When he let go, my rose bud snapped back inside my ass and began pulsing. At this point he walked around to the front of the massage table and I could see through the face cradle that he had taken his shorts off. Enrique had one of the biggest cocks I’ve ever had. He was super hard and uncut. His foreskin naturally retracted to the base of the head and was the same color as the rest of his cock. His jet-black bush was perfectly trimmed and clear goo had bubbled up to the tip. This had to be a 10-inch dick. It was perfectly straight and was about as fat as a golf ball. I reached out and held it. The heat radiating from his rod was exhilarating. He helped me down off the table and I hit my knees and opened my mouth licked the pearl drop from the tip then descended down his magnificent rod. I got about halfway down and his cock got stuck at the back of my throat. I pulled back delivering profuse amounts of saliva to coat his fat monster to make it easier to work with. Enrique could tell from my behavior that A) I was a cock slut and B) I was hungry for dick. I couldn’t help it. I needed this cock in my mouth. I blew him for about 10 minutes this way. I had saliva everywhere. It was running down my chin and onto my chest and then onto the floor and down his shaft and onto his balls and then onto me. I had tears streaming down my face and cock snot coming out of my nose. I was not about to give up. Enrique stopped me and had me stand up. He gave me a hand towel to wipe up my face. “Let’s try this.” He patted the massage table. “Jump up here and get on your back.” He helped me up and had me slide my head completely off the end of the table. He had at some point removed the face cradle. He opened a bottle of poppers and gave me a hit in each nostril. My head was upside down so it was tricky, but as I began to fly, I really appreciated the offering. With my head hanging off the table I was in the perfect position for him to slide his cock into my mouth. I immediately felt this was really comfortable. His cock was thick, but I was confident that with enough patience and willpower we could do this. As he fucked in and out of my mouth, I reached around to his butt cheeks and pulled him into my throat a little bit more. I could feel his cockhead at the back of my throat as before. He continued to fuck in and out, but going no further than the back of my throat. With the poppers relaxing me I opened my throat, took a deep breath through my nose and again pulled him a little deeper. This time his cock head popped through the ring at the back of my throat. We both moaned at the same time. I kept pulling him into to me and felt his shaft sliding further down my throat and moaned. I was in cock-sucking heaven. I pulled him more and more until his tightly trimmed bush was scratching my upper lip. I pulled one last time as far as it would go and I felt him bottom out. My boy gasped and said, “Holy fuck. You’ve taken my entire cock into your throat. Not many people have ever been able to do that.” At this point I wanted to ensure he knew I was deep throating this massive cock so I lightly took my teeth and bit down ever so slightly on the base of his cock at the pubic line. Then I released the pressure on his ass and pushed him out of my mouth and away from me. I was gasping for air trying really hard not to convulse. I sat up and wiped the snot, saliva and pre-cum from my face and took a long slow hit of poppers and assumed my previous position. This time, when I grabbed Enrique’s butt to pull him into my mouth, I took him all the way to the balls in one stride. I needed to conserve oxygen. Again he groaned. I pushed him almost all the way out and pulled him back in again sending him the message to fuck my throat. He got the message, grabbed my tits and started thrusting all the way in and back out again in rapid succession. “Oh my god, suck my cock, deep throat the fucker. You are one good cock-sucker.” This went on for as long as I could hold my breath. When I started feeling light headed, I pushed him out gasped for oxygen and forced his cock back in again. We did this four or five times before Enrique pulled completely away from me and said, “Oh fuck, Oh fuck, not yet hot man. Not yet. Whew!” Again I wiped my face clean and scooted back onto the massage table to catch my breath. Once revived Enrique said, “Turn over.” I did and took a hit of poppers. He jumped up onto the massage table with me and I immediately arched my back and stuck out my ass. He started eating; and eating, and eating. The more he ate the hungrier he got. Then he scooted up onto my back and I could feel the heat from his cock in the ditch of my ass. “Of fuck yeah,” I heard myself say. His cock head docked at my cunt lips and he pushed forward and I pushed backwards and within seconds Enrique busted through and slid in all the way to his balls. I felt his breath next to my face and lifted up my head and we started kissing and making out while moaning and humping each other. His tongue was all over the inside of my mouth and I couldn’t get enough of him. We continued little fuck motions with him buried balls deep in me while making out. He whispered, “I’m not going to last long this way. Are you ready to fuck?” Through my gasping for air, I told him I was more than ready. But he came back with, “No, I mean are you really ready to fuck? I want to tear your cunt to shreds. Are you up for that?” All I could come up with was, “Give me everything you’ve got stud. I’m fucking yours.” With that, Enrique pulled his mouth off mine and grabbed me by my hair with both hands and pulled his cock almost all the way out and using my hair for leverage, slammed back into me. This gradually picked up speed, but he never let go of my hair. I began to moan incoherently and started jacking my cock. This hot Puerto Rican started to talk dirty to me, “Take that fat Latin dick you fucking slut. I can’t believe you’d let a complete stranger fuck you raw like this. You’re a nasty mother fucker.” I reached between my legs and could feel the abundant amounts of dick and ass goo coating his cock, my ass and both of our ball sacks. I reached further back and touched his dick as it would piston in and out of me. The heat coming from it was astounding. He pulled out with a nasty plopping sound and abruptly turned me over and replanted his cock so fast I hardly knew what was happening. The sloppy squishy sounds my cunt and his cock were making were so nasty. You can only make those kinds of sounds when you have abandoned all fear and given into pure lust. His eyes were so intense and filled with hunger. He deep kissed me again and pulled back and whispered, “Do you like that raw stranger cock fucking your white slutty cunt?” I babbled, “Yes, fuck me. Please fuck me.” With fire in his eyes he said, “I’ve only just begun.” For the next 45 minutes or so, Enrique removed any semblance of sanity from me. I no longer had language to express myself. All I had was the guttural animalistic sounds that naturally escaped my vocal chords. He fucked me on my back, fucked me on the floor, he fucked me doggie style. He had me ride him and he ate my ass out again then shared our combined fluids by making out with me. It was a constant fight for oxygen, poppers and cock. When he finally rolled over onto the floor next to me, he asked if I wanted his load. We were both still huffing and puffing trying to catch our breath and I couldn’t breathe much less talk. He took that as a yes and had me get up on the massage table doggie style. He hopped up onto the table with me and told me to take a hit of poppers. I did. Within seconds his cock was buried in my swollen cunt. He started fucking me like a mad man; grunting every time he bottomed out. We were both working extremely hard to give each other the fuck of our lives. More poppers and I reached around and pulled my ass cheeks apart to give him better access and me more friction. He loved that. I moved my fingers closer to his cock and my cunt lips. A little further and I slid two fingers from each hand inside my ass alongside his cock. Enrique yelled, “OH fuck that is so hot. That looks so fucking hot and feels un-fucking-believable. Fuck you man. Fuck you.” My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I pushed back onto him. I was so stimulated that I could tell that pee was escaping my cock involuntarily. Enrique froze and remained completely still while he injected 6 or 7 jets of hot Latin cum into my fuck hole. I swear at this point I saw god. It wasn’t until then that he let out a primal warrior cry that I’m sure could be heard in the duplex next door. He started fucking again, this time with his spooge mixed with ass cum splashing out and coating our balls yet again. Slowly he calmed down and pulsed his cock a few times. I could feel his heartbeat through his dick. I squeezed his cock to get the last drop out and it was then when I realized I hadn’t peed, I had shot my load, hands free. We both fell on the table and tried to catch our breath. After a minute, Enrique jumped up and left the room. I sat up, but couldn’t seem to catch my breath. I had cum all over the front of me and in my hair. I jumped off the table and cum was running down my leg. I sat on a bench but still couldn’t seem to catch my breath. I tried taking deep breaths through my nose and out of my mouth, but couldn’t normalize my breathing. I may have been hyperventilating. Was I having a heart attack? Do people get heart attacks from fucking? I put my head between my legs and tried to control my breathing. It didn’t seem to help. Enrique came into the room with a bottle of water and left again. Just as panic was setting in, I took a desperate drink of water. The cool water seemed to spread through my body and my vital signs seemed to return to normal as did my breathing. Enrique came back in and apologized that he was dealing with a client. He offered me a shower, which I desperately needed, and another bottle of water, again much needed. Before I left he looked me in the eye and said he had a great time and that we should do it again. I looked at my watch and was astounded to learn we fucked for 3 solid hours without any breaks. I couldn’t wait for the next time. I get off on your comments.
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Inexperienced large sub 4 (Dom) Top. Cant accom but able to travel daytime only (9am to 3pm). Ideally West London (other areas could be considered - depending on distance) Monday 8th or Tuesday 9th Aug 2022. Open minded and will to try things. Have few limits. Will discuss when u get in touch. Im very tight, so someone who is ok with that.
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who craves wrapping your hole around my bare cock. be willing to take loads, deep sloppy intense face sucking, eye contact, swapping cum... filthy verbal, shameless exhibition, blatant display, let's get spun together when occasions are favorable for deviant perverted degraded acts of devotion to cum and cock and hole and debauchery.
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Sometimes, when I'm being fucked (bareback of course) in the sauna darkroom or backed onto a glory hole, I'll beg the guy to load me up/fill me with cum, etc. At other times I'll wonder if I should just stay quiet (apart from the occasional moan), because I know not everyone is into verbal. If you're topping, what do you prefer? If you're bottom, what do you tend to do?
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I’m in search of a video from Xtube. I think it is called “Sir Jhon”. YES — that is the way it was spelled on the video. Very verbal breeding with ATM. Amateur porn. Anyone have it? Would you share? Thanks.
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Wife knows I am Bi and has heard MANY stories of me being a shameless cumdump at Slammers! She actually gets really turned on hearing stories of me getting bred in the dark room! Cum dripping out of my hole as the next guy takes his place behind me, shoving his hard cock into my cum recepticle using the last few guy's loads as lube! She thinks it's hot I got to engage in so much anonymous fucking. We have a very open relationship. But I want this to be something I do without her knowledge (at first) just to heighten the [banned word] and excitement. After all is said and done, ill take a picture of all your loads dripping out of my well used man pussy and send it to her as we are eating a meal with her family next week! So who wants to be part of this nasty, uninhibited, hardcore cumdump experience? The more the better! The only thing I haven't decided on is the where. It would be amazing if a hot top were able to host and invite all of his hot horny buddies over to use me like the worthless cock whore I am! And ideally, if we could invite a few anonymous breeders over to use my hole as well. If not, I might rent a hotel room at the Link in Fort Lauderdale for a few hours. Keeping it nice and dark for you to cum in and dump an anonymous load in my ass, mouth or blast all over my ass or face! Another (and probably easiest) option is to meet up at Slammers as soon as it opens on Sunday the 10th. Its easiest so there's not so much need to coordinate the details like room numbers, addresses etc. Club Fort Lauderdale is always an option but I MUCH prefer Slammers! Raunchier. Nastier. And typically more anonymous. So who's gonna cum drain their balls into my eager cunt this Sunday July 10? Ill be waiting, lubed up and ready to recieve! Verbal, demanding, aggressive tops to the front of the line! You will NOT be dissapointed! My holes are nice and tight and I can suck a mean cock too! Cum have the time of your life! Do with me what you will. Hoping for a min of 20-25 loads that day! I'm fucking INSATIABLE! Can you handle that? Lets see Party and play more than ok! (Especially if you share! 😉) -
What's the hottest and/or most memorable thing (perhaps even weirdest thing) a top has said during a fuck with you? For me there's been many but the one that really sticks out in my mind is a top who fucked me raw at Inn Leather in Fort Lauderdale. His dick was about 9" and real thick. As he was fucking me he kept saying "Is it big?" every few minutes and then I'd get really verbal about how his dick was huge and it would get him nice n hard. It was a huge turn on for me too I was clearing out some photos on my laptop and came across his face pic just now. That's what reminded me.
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Wrote this up in response to a Tumblr post, first time writing something dirty so sorry if it's a bit awkward (helps that it's based on a mostly true story though) So I love my bf, yadda yadda yadda, the whole nine yards but if I’m being honest he’s got a little dick and he’s a pretty bad fuck. More often than not gets things started but I generally “take a shower” and finish the job myself with toys after he cums and loses interest. Naturally that doesn’t inspire much for the spank bank and porn is great but it isn’t too interactive, so I get back on all the hookup sites and apps and start talking to guys (letting them know I’m just trading pics and doing some phone sex up front in my profile) justifying it with that I hadn’t updated my pics/profile and I wasn’t gonna meet anyone anyway, just tiptoeing back into the old cumdump mindset to get my rocks off. And it works for a while, our schedules line up so that we both work about the same during the day but I tend to have a few hours free before the bf gets off work. Plenty of time to popper up and sleaze it up on the phone. But as is usually the case with the mindset you can never really get enough. It was probably a month into my new daily routine that I knew it wasn’t gonna be enough. So I prepped and for good measure rode the hell out of a dildo just to see if I’d wear out and change my mind but it wasn’t long before I put on a jock and started hitting up guys on BBRT and not too long after sending the first message I got a response from a guy only a mile away. “Thought you didn’t actually hook up boy.” I’m not sure if I was more stupid or desperate but I just let the truth out and told him that my boyfriend wasn’t fucking me good enough and I needed a real man to breed my hole. A few minutes passed and finally two messages, the first saying he’d unlocked his pictures and the second was an address, phone number, and a message saying call him when I was outside. I clicked through his pics. Lower chest pic (average with nice happy trail), cock pic (cut and not terribly thick but nice length), and a few various pics of him balls deep in random bottoms. I was a little nervous but time was limited and I knew I wanted to be one of those cock stuffed bottoms, so I typed his address into my phone’s gps and made my way to the guy’s place. I called him and he met me at the gate to his building, at a glance he looked a little more in shape than his pictures would suggest and topped off with a fairly well kept beard and crew cut. I was a little taken aback as we walked to his apartment and made small talk because he seemed like the kind of everyday wholesome guy you’d take home to your parents. He opened the door and ushered me inside, quietly telling me to stop a few steps in. He locked the door and in the next second was up against my back one hand kneading my ass and the other on my neck pulling me back towards him. “You guys open or are you just a filthy cheating whore?” he half asked half growled into my ear. “He doesn’t know I’m here,” I started and his grip tightened slightly “I’m a cheating whore” He chuckled a bit then pulled away from me “Get on your knees slut and show me how much you want my cock.” I immediately began getting on my knees as I turned to face him, his cock now tenting out the sweatpants he had worn out. Almost instinctively I had his pants down and in one motion buried his cock in my throat working my tongue around it as I fondled full balls. My inner cock slut was delighting at the chance to have a dick long enough to actually work around with during a blowjob and I worked eagerly to please the man in front of me. “Fuuuuck yeah faggot get that dick good and wet” He rested his hands on my head and occasionally met my downstrokes by pulling my head into his crotch and humping his length deeper into my throat. “You’re a hungry bitch aren’t you?” I nod and hum in agreement. He pulls his cock out of my mouth and slaps me across the face with it a few times. “Take your pants off and get on your knees” I stand to take my pants off and I think I see him smirk at my jock now stained with my own precum leaking out the front. He reaches down into his sweatpants and pulls a couple of small bottles out handing me a small bottle of lube. “Make yourself useful and get that fag cunt good and wet for me” The other bottle of poppers he opens and takes a deep hit of, then comes back and guides his cock back into my mouth. “Yeah finger that pussy and get it good and ready for me, it’s all the prep you’re getting you dumb slut” He fucks my face a bit more aggressively this time and I do my best to work lube into my hole. Finally he pulls out again and hands me the bottle of poppers. “What do you want faggot?” he asks. “I want you inside me” He slaps me across the face with his cock. “Any dick can do that, what do you need you worthless slut?” “i need a real man to breed me deep, please!” He rubs me on the head as he makes his way behind me. “Fuck yeah slut” He lines his cock up with my hole and spits on the head for good measure. I take two deep hits off his poppers and pass them back, followed by a moment where he does the same, then without warning he shoves his cock in to the hilt and I can’t help but let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a scream. He takes a moment to let me adjust and I revel in the feeling of having a real throbbing cock pressing so deep in me, just aching to fuck until it releases. I begin to work my hole around him a bit as a hint that my hole is ready to take whatever he wants to give it and in response he pulls nearly all the way out and again slams hard back into me. “Damn slut, now I know why your man can’t keep you under wraps, this pussy was made to be fucked” His hands are tight around my waist and he’s pulling me back to meet every thrust and I’m almost sure that his hands will leave bruises from the force. I can’t help but moan and occasionally let out a string of small curses as he plows into me like a living fleshlight slowing occasionally to slap my ass or adjust positions. “Open that fag cunt up bitch, I’m breeding this pussy deep” he starts slamming harder and deeper into me and I do my best to meet his thrusts “Whose pussy is this?” he shouts “YOURS” I manage to respond “And what do you want?” “I need you to fill it with a real man’s cum!” He groans and hilts himself deep inside me and I can feel his dick throbbing as he unloads his balls into my hole. He stays there a moment then another chuckle to himself before he pulls out and wipes his dick on my shirt. “Get out you stupid bitch, I’m done with you.” I let myself out and make my way home with just barely enough time to crank out a load of my own and get in the shower before my boyfriend pulls into the driveway. Being fucked by him that night wasn’t as memorable, but I didn’t have any trouble fantasizing who I actually wanted to be fucked by
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26m, white, 6 ft, 180 lbs, Bi, Boston MA and NH or any other north eastern region. Willing to travel!! Dark blonde and blue eyed ISO a CNC experience. Need it to be rough, All consensual but fake/fantasy. Forced to drink or drugged. Held or tied down. Gagged with a dirty well worn pair of underwear/jock that’s sweaty and cum stained. Choking, must be verbal, bareback and bred at end. Use me until you’re satisfied, if you have another friend/s to take me then perfect. Again this will all be consensual this is just a fantasy played out. Certain aspects can be changed to make both parties comfortable
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[While this is mostly fiction, a number of the elements are true and from a recent encounter I had at the beginning of December]. My name is Ash. I'm still neg, but thinking about getting pozzed has been the only thing that turns me on for a long time now. I love the idea of giving my body to another man to change and claim, and then turning around and sharing my gift with others and changing them. I haven't been on PrEP for a few months now, and I've been slowly hooking up with more poz guys that I find at sex clubs or online. Usually the in-person signs are subtle --those telltales lines in the face, extra-lean muscles and low body fat -- but once in a while I'll run across some stud unexpectedly sporting a scorpion or biohazard tattoo that gets my dick extra hard. This story is about one of those encounters. I'm in town as a plus-one for the wedding of a friend's friend. It's the night before the ceremony and we've all just finished dinner, and predictably everyone wants to call it a night early. That sounds way too boring to me, so I beg off and make my way out in search of the gay scene. It's a small coastal Southern city, so my hopes aren't high, but there's one club that might be worth checking out. I walk in, make my way over to the bar, and about halfway through my first drink I lock eyes with the most beautiful blonde boy I've seen in a while. 5'8, buzz cutt, blue eyes, thick ass and broad shoulders, and killer smile. He walks over to me and with a deep, sexy drawl, says: "Hi, handsome, I'm Wesley." Fuuuuuck. Now I remember why Southern boys are so fucking hot. I respond back, playing it cool and making some quip about Southern hospitality, and the vibe turns playful and flirty. We end up kissing, and he doesn't object when I take his bottom lips between my teeth and bite. Hm, promising. He pulls away and I wink at him. I get up to make my lap and he goes off to find a friend, and I think that's the last I'll see of Wes. 30 minutes later, I'm hanging over the edge of the balcony overlooking the street, smoking a drink, when I feel someone get up close next to me. "Hey babe, mind if I get a drag?" I look over at Wes, and put the cigarette up to his lips. As he takes a drag, I lean in and start kissing on his neck, which is perfectly exposed in the white tank he's wearing. He starts to grab on to my body, getting needy, and he whispers raggedly in my ear while I chew on his neck: "You wanna get out of here? I know a place we can go." I let him take the lead as he walks us out of the club and down the street. We turn a corner here and go down an alley or two, my hands grabbing at his hips the entire way, until we end up at what looks to be an abandoned junkyard. He leads me in and we quickly find a truck in decent condition with an empty flatbed. He looks up at me and asks: "Is this okay? I think this would be so hot." I let him know my answer by turning him around and pushing him over the flatbed. I kneel and reach up to pull his jeans down, freeing two beautiful, white, deliciously plump ass cheeks from their confines. I spread his cheeks and am greeted by the site of a pink, hairless hole, slightly open with puffy lips. My mouth immediately begins watering as I dive in face first and take a lick of his pussy. The taste is sweaty, musky, yet somehow sweet. I go in for more, using my tongue to pry past his lips and make out with his cunt. He responds by reaching back and spreading his ass more open with his hands, giving me leverage to get in deeper. I lose track of how much time I spend licking, kissing, and tongue fucking that delicious boy pussy, and when I come up for air, all I can hear is his ragged panting. I get to my feet and he turns around, with desperation, lust, and a bit of frustration in his eyes. "Fuck me, please fuck me," he begs. I laugh. "In a second, babe, I'm still having my fun." I kiss him deep once, heft him up onto the flatbed, and start kissing my way down his torso until I get to his 5" cut cock. It's standing tall and hard, crowning a nice hairy sack of plum-sized balls. As I'm kissing around his crotch, I come face to face with a small black scorpion tattoo where his left thigh meets his groin. I think I miss a beat, because he looks down at me and smiles. "I'm a Scorpio," he shrugs. I smile back and lean into sniff the pubes right below it. Fuck, does this mean he's poz? Sexy little fucker is being coy and I don't know him well enough to tell. I swear the thought of this sexy little blonde boy being a poz cumdump makes my dick grow an extra half inch. I turn him around till he's showing off that beautiful ass of his and start rubbing my 7" cut cock between his cheeks, feeling my head get caught on his pussy lips. I start zeroing in on the heat and wetness, stroking deeper and deeper until I feel his plump ass cheeks push up against my crotch and I bottom out in his hole. I reach up around his chest and feel two meaty but firm pecs, and feel my fingers latching on to two puffy, doughy nipples. I squeeze roughly and I hear a guttural moan rip out of his throat and feel his hole clench on my cock. Looks like I found his weak spot. As I begin pumping in and out him, the only sounds in the junkyard being our grunts and the slap of his ass against my crotch, my thoughts can't help but focus on his scorpion tattoo. He has to be poz, right? The placement, the symbol, the fact that he's clearly a cumdump faggot and taking anon stranger cock in an abandoned junkyard -- it's too much of a coincidence. Am I sliding my neg cock deep inside a toxic hole right now? Is there HIV making its way deeper into my cock with every stroke I take into his wet hot hole? His wet ass makes me think of cum -- I bet there's other loads in that hole, some of them even toxic, that I'm dipping my cock into. The smooth silkiness of his hole along with the perverted thoughts playing on repeat in my head bring me to the edge much faster than anticipated. I lean forward, grab his chin, and growl into his ear. "I'm gonna fucking nut soon." "Fuck yeah," he responds. "Nut inside me!" "You want my load, faggot?" "Yes, yes, yes, breed my nasty faggot ass, please!" His hand flies down to his dick and he starts stroking his cock furiously. Now I know I told you I'm not poz, but at that point, I wish for nothing more in the world than to have a toxic load to breed this cumdump with. This is just too fucking hot, so right before I tip over the edge, I decide to take a chance. "Take my fucking poz load, faggot!" "Fuuuuuuuck yessss recharge my poz pussy!" he wails. I feel his hole start to tighten on my cock as his cock unleashes a torrent of cum. My hips are glued to his ass as I shoot what feels like my very essence into his body. Every pulse I shoot into him feels like it's being ripped out of my ballsack and cannonballed directly into his cunt. I count 5 shots before I slowly pull my still-twitching cock out of his ass, shiny with his ass juices and my cum and who knows what else. I see starts as I collapse onto his back, nestling into his neck as we both come down from our orgasmic highs. "That was intense." "That's an understatement," I chuckle. I peel myself off him, and we both roll over until we're lying on our backs. I trace his scorpion tattoo with my finger and look over at him to see him grinning. My dick starts to get hard again. Fuck, I can't wait until the day I can finally rock a poz tattoo with pride.- 11 replies
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What have I gotten myself into? I'm still pretty spun at the moment so forgive me if this is a bit rambling. I just can't stop thinking of all the details. To preface, I'll admit I'm a snob. I'm the son of a middle-eastern doctor couple with a posh RP British accent, smug air of superiority, and private school education: I'm the full package. I'm not gonna try to sell myself as a good person through all this, I'm actually quite classist, but I think it provides some context to how this unfolded. It all probably goes back to the first time I was re-integrated into "normal society" when I left private school around 12 years old after a house move. I was used to being in a strictly traditional environment - correct elocution at all times, no slang, back straight, uniform neat, etc. Everyone's parents were businesspeople, lawyers, doctors, and the like: well-to-do, presentable pillars of society. The culture shock of seeing less-well-off people in a more deprived area was a bit much for me to handle. With my neat hair, tie and top button done up properly, and of course the unshakeable accent, I stuck out like a sore thumb. One thing I simply couldn't wrap my head around was the body modifications and bling. Women wore modest jewelry and men wore basically none - that was what I knew. Yet surrounding me were lads walking around with cropped hair, diamond studs, and thick chains, dressed like the "unemployed wasters" and "chavs" my parents always warned me to avoid in the streets. As I got older, these turned from more hideable choices to obvious and irreversible things, earlobes hanging loose after being stretched and tattoos peeking out from under shirt cuffs, that would make any of my old social circle recoil in horror. Anyway, that's enough pseudo-Freudian armchair psychology for now. I've since matured a lot. The accent stuck around for the most part, as did some of the deep-seated opinions about the above described people, though I became much more integrated and humble with age. As expected, I aced all my exams as a high-flyer and got into a good university for a fairly tough biological sciences course. The stress of the workload there eventually got to me, and a few breakdowns later, I joined the university gym for my mental and physical wellbeing. I started to feel better about myself, trim down a bit, and get muscular. Of course, the pandemic came and shut things down for a while, and university being university decided to ramp up membership costs at the gym after reopening. To save money, I signed myself up to the much cheaper local council gym - all the necessary freeweights, and just a 20 minute drive away, although less pristine and proper than some more up-market establishments. The clientele there were hugely different to my previous gym. There were far fewer posh boys using rowing machines and benching an empty bar to say the least. I felt like the youngest there by at least a decade, although still more or less on-par in terms of body size (except for the roiders). The place was full of skinheads, some people who looked high on crack, and a few faces I recognised from the local news as violent criminals. The first time I stepped in, I got an uneasy, twisting feeling in the pit of my stomach from just being around them. Needless to say, I never became particularly social there. Among them, though, there was one who stood out. He seemed fairly sociable and chatty with the others, but never interacted with me beyond a quick glance; maybe ten to fifteen years older than me, in his mid-thirties. He was pale as though he hardly saw the sun, much in contrast with my darker skin, with a thin, almost gaunt face and a somewhat squinting gaze. From his cheeks to his neck he was covered in a moderate layer of stubble and his hair was hidden a baseball cap. His body was much more toned than mine as well: still relatively jacked, but with obvious, discernable muscles and veins as opposed to my more cub-like build. What stood out most was just how closely he fit that common waster archetype of man moreso than anyone else at the gym. Both of his arms from where his shirt sleeve ended down to his gloves were covered in tattoos (the left one of a twisting dragon or snake, and the right of a floral pattern, with other miscellaneous shapes in the gaps). The holes in his earlobes were held open with cheap, black, acrylic tunnels to about the diameter of two of my fingers. When he wasn't lifting, with admittedly excellent form, or talking to others, he spent his time flexing in the mirror and deciding whether his steel curb chain would look better inside or outside his t-shirt that day. Maybe it's because we were complete opposites in everything other than height, with him maybe only an inch or two taller than me, that I couldn't help but look on in fascination. It was an eventuality that he'd notice me staring sooner or later. Disclaimer here: I am exclusively into men (in case that wasn't obvious from the website I'm posting on). I used to call it "gay" but the politics at university put me off the whole labelling culture. I won't go on about some extensive history of being abused or groomed, or my many underage and young-adult sexual exploits because I have none: the attraction just emerged as I was going through puberty and I never acted on it until university given my overbearing yet intolerant parents. Even then, it was only a few dates I ever went on. They were tall, conventionally handsome, smart, and sensitive, but something about the guys I was meeting there just meant I was never invested enough to want to see them beyond dinner. It was on my third day at that gym, shoulders in my routine, that he first spoke to me. "Your form's a bit off, need some help?" a scratchy, slightly nasal, almost cockney voice called over my shoulder. I lowered my gaze slightly as I re-racked the weight and my eyes instantly fell on his. Instinctively, they flickered to some of his most noteable features and then away. "No, I'm fine," I snapped, my tone obviously flustered and clearly harsher than it needed to be. "Alright, mate, I'm just trying to help!" he replied, raising an eyebrow at me with a smirk and holding his hands up. I huffed and re-mounted the barbell for my next set, my eyes casting a quick glance back to him before I did. I noticed his right sleeve extended a few branching patterns above his collar and half-way up his neck. Admittedly, I could feel my form was off. I had increased my load maybe a bit too much and there was a twinge in my back, along with the distracting degenerate standing behind me. "Y'see? Your hips are just tilting a little bit to the right," he continued to critique as I tried to keep my eyes on myself "If I just..." With those three words I felt a weight on my hips gently guiding them to the left and forward. I glanced down and saw him close against my back with his toned, inked arms readjusting my stance. He was close enough to smell his bitter, chemically, musky cheap aftershave with an underlying whiff of tobacco on his breath. I felt an electric jolt shoot down my back, into my groin, and down my legs as I lost my balance and threw the bar clumsily back on to the rack. "What do you think you're doing touching me? Don't touch me! You threw off my form and I almost injured myself!" I shouted, my face turning bright red as I continued to react to him and draw attention to myself. "The fuck is wrong with you?" he asked laughing "Felt something with my hands on your hips, eh?" With that I stormed off out of the gym. Workout be damned - I was too embarrassed to continue. I hopped back in my car and drove back to my student flat, telling myself it was that mutilated, showy chav that was the problem, not me. Without giving myself time to think, I went straight to bed. Now, some details about this gym - it's right on the outskirts of town, between a depressingly grey council estate of sprawling house-flats and an opposingly beautiful forest. I got through my day of studying, seminars, and lab work, then headed out to the gym for leg day and to finish my shoulder routine. I got a couple of awkward glances from people who recognised me from the previous day's outburst, but for the most part people had either forgotten or didn't care. I maintained my load mainly, just increasing reps, and finished up shortly before closing time. It was still fairly light out as I left, so I noticed from a distance when I saw him propped up against the driver's side door of my car. "Pretty nice vehicle you got here," he taunted "How much did it set your parents back?" I bit my lip to hold back my urge to say something along the lines of 'more than you'd ever see' and asked him to move out of the way. "Nah mate, you gotta get something off your chest," he responded, "and once you do that, then I'll let you go home." "I'll just call the police," I responded. "Fine," he said, stepping back from the car and turning to walk towards the forest "just keep your problems bottled up then." As he left, I reached for my car handle, then stopped. I looked directly over to him, taking in his general figure rather than his strikingly chavvy features for the first time. A thought came to mind, but before I could acknowledge it I snuffed it out and locked my car door, chasing him down the public footpath. "What do I need to get off my chest?" I asked him, still a bit flustered. "You're asking as if I know," he replied. I moved to get mad at him for wasting my time when I noticed that same smirk again as my dark, brown eyes locked with his milky blue ones. He knew something about me that I didn't, or at least that I wasn't admitting. The look made me feel uncomfortable. "Is it really that obvious if I have some problem?" I continued, my tone quieter, almost defeated. "I noticed you constantly looking over at me since you first joined," he mentioned "or at least at parts of me..." "I just..." I started, then trailled off, not being able to find the words to articulate myself. "Let me guess, you're a rich kid, sheltered by your parents and groomed into being perfect. You constantly look for approval from older snobs and such so you can fit into the upper crust and live a decent, presentable life. Despite that, you've seen lads like me who look so different to what you've been told that your curiosity can't help but make you look. I'm so far off what you've been told a person should be like that you want to know more," he reeled off, almost rehearsedly "Is that right?" I was lost for words. He'd articulated my thoughts perfectly, better than even I could to myself. I started to wonder if maybe he wasn't quite as idiotic as I'd first assumed. I didn't know what else to say but nod. "I'll be honest, mate, you're the first posh boy I've seen who seems more interested than just put off," he continued "I'm actually interested what keeps you looking at me." "Well, it's just that..." I started, pausing to gain confidence "Why would you spend time and money just to look like that? I could understand if it was just your natural features, but you've put effort in trying to screw up how you look!" "You nervous about asking? It's a talking point, and I like how it looks," he responded with a chuckle "That's just who I am, like how you don't have any tatts and you lift and you talk all posh because that's who you are. I'm proud of this look; fuck everyone else." "And it doesn't get in the way of getting a job?" I interrogated. "Loads of people get rich with body mods - take basically any celebrity!" "And you?" "I couldn't wrap my head around GCSE maths even. I just do... this and that, on the side of the dole," he said with a wink, taking amusement in my expression "basically already accepted I'm not gonna get any higher than odd manual labour jobs." "Do you feel it?" I blurted out "As in, not when you had all that stuff done, but now. Do you feel it in?" "Heh, you really are curious, aren't you? The tatts, not really, but I see them in the mirror every day; they're a part of me forever. The gauges, yeah. They're just a bit heavy - lets me know they're in for everyone to see when I'm out and about. Never got any other piercings because I figured these were enough to look how I want - rough and masc," he explained "I can't explain how they feel to someone without them really, but I don't think you should get any for yourself if you want my two cents. Hope that's what you wanted to hear." I stared for a moment, then averted my gaze. His answer was basically everything I hoped to know, all of my questions answered, but I couldn't admit it for whatever reason. He patted me on the back with a chuckle at my response, sending another electric jolt down from my back to my perineum. "I wonder if you know you're gay yet," he pondered out loud. "What? Oh don't try that psychoanalitical mind game bull with me," I sighed "Of course I know I'm into dudes. You got a problem with that?" "Don't worry, I ain't a big fan of women and tits either. And you're using 'into dudes' rather than 'gay' for the same reason you like to lift," he said, hitting a nerve once again as he read me like a book "Not because you're in denial, but because you never really clicked with the whole gay crowd you met before, right?" "What's your point?" I asked, dodging his question rather than conceding. "You're a bright lad. Hell, you got into uni. You still haven't put it together? You're curious about men with body mods and my look but don't want to get any yourself, and you're into lads." "No..." I responded uncertainly as we arrived back at the gym car park. I noticed the expression on his face drop from amused to slightly concerned as he looked ahead. I turned to see what had caused the shift in his mood to see the gates to the car park firmly locked and the gym's lights out, with my car still stuck inside the car park. "Shit, mate. Sorry!" he apologised, running a hand across the back of his head "I let it get a bit late." "Damn, I'll have to walk back home," I sighed "A bit of cardio, at least." "Nah, mate. Would not recommend that around these parts if you wanna keep your head on your shoulders... bit of an EDL crowd around this ends if you know what I mean," he explained with genuine concern in his eyes. "I see. What would you suggest I do?" I asked hesitantly. "You gotta work tomorrow? If not, you could crash at my place?" he offered "Hell, could be nice to have someone to chat to before bed." I thought about it and reluctantly agreed. I had nothing scheduled for the next day and could catch up on lab work and study over the weekend. He hadn't attacked me in the forest with ample opportunity to do so, even when he found out about my orientation. I went along on the condition I got his name: Kyle. He asked for mine as well, and chuckled at how I definitely wouldn't last five minutes walking through this part of town by myself. We arrived back at his flat: the upper floor of a drab, mass-produced, sixties-era brick of a two-storey around two minutes from the gym by foot. As I stepped in, I was met with the smell of tobacco and his bitter cologne rich in the air. I coughed a bit and he offered me some water before we both sat down at opposite ends of a worn sofa. I glanced over to him to find him staring back at me with a soft smile. "What's the matter?" I asked, shifting nervously in my seat. "I should be asking you! You're so tense!" he chuckled "Wanna hit some tina? Loosen up a bit" "What?" "Tina: meth," he elaborated, pulling out a burnt glass pipe and a small baggie "my treat!" "Meth?! Are you insane?" "Ever smoked weed before?" he asked. "A couple of times... but meth?" I followed. "They're both class B," he carried on, heating the pipe and taking a hit "Same crime! You wanna loosen up a bit so we can chat or am I doing this alone?" I agreed cautiously, falling both for his logic and some deep-seated tugging curiosity I couldn't identify. The smell and taste was instantly familiar - he wasn't wearing any 'chemical aftershave' before. I started to feel slightly more relaxed in myself, and a bit more energised, almost like I'd had a good espresso. He asked if I was OK and I nodded with a cough. "Great... so... 'into lads'..." he said, stretching back "been getting much action recently?" "Nah, I'm a virgin," I responded bluntly "Not shy about it. My choice." "For real? But mate you're fit!" he exclaimed a bit too loudly for comfort "You could have anyone, at least if you kept your trap shut! How old are you? Twenty-one?" "Twenty-two," I responded "And I've had my fair share of dates. I just never clicked with any of them, and I want to save it for someone special." "Man I was fucking as soon as I hit fifteen," he laughed "Just a bit of fun with other lads at school. None of them were all wanky rahs like you, though." "Wanky rahs?" "I mean that in a good way. You're cute, sorta. Not a huge fan of fem guys myself," he smiled "Now you're relaxed, you feel like admitting you know the connection between that and the ink and stuff?" "Well, I guess you're a bit different to guys I've tried to date before, even to any I've associated witu before," I started unsurely as he nodded "and I dunno... I guess I had some sexual feelings about it? Like I'm curious about what other guys were lacking." "Getting there," he said, offering me another hit of tina "How you feeling about it now?" "I guess I feel like I want to get to know you a bit..." I started, prompting him to raise an eyebrow "and... I guess I already know some about you and haven't lost interest so I'm sorta further along than with those other guys..." "You ever kissed anyone before?" he asked, leaning close. "No..." I replied softly, my stomach doing backflips as I lifted my head towards his face. Kyle kissed me softly, closed mouth at first, then pulled away to look into my eyes briefly before going in deeper. I ran my hand behind his head and neck, brushing my fingers against his chain as his stubble scratched my face and his soft, damp tongue massaged mine. He pulled away enough for me to see him more fully and I panicked, withdrawing slightly. "Take another hit of tina," he instructed, and I complied as he fiddled with his right gauge "I sussed you out when I first caught you nervously glancing at me. Your eyes went straight to my ears. One problem with these is maintenance. I haven't cleaned them since last weekend and you get a sort of smegma build-up under them." Kyle removed the jewelry and I watched his ear flop down as he placed the tunnel, now coated with some white paste made of dead skin and such, on the table. It jiggled as he moved, making my dick twitch slightly. He reached for a tissue and wiped away the residual build-up on his ear, then leaned back over. "You can't believe that people have these, can you?" he asked, looking into my eyes with dilated pupils as I shook my head "Let me see if my hunch was right then. I want you to feel it and stick your finger through my ear hole." Without hesitation, I reached up and ran my hand up Kyle's neck and to his ear. It felt like my opportunity to fully confirm my fascination. I careessed the loose skin between my fingers at first, then pushed my index finger through. My dick jumped straight into an erection, even through the tina, as the warm skin hugged around my finger. He smiled, leaning in slowly for another kiss. "Just what I thought," he chuckled "you're a stigmatophile, maybe a chav fetishist too." "Those are some long words for a guy like you," I said as he whipped off his shirt, revealing the sleeves to coalesce in the middle of his chest where his shiny, thick, silver-coloured chain hung. "I know my sex jargon," he smirked, sticking a thumb under his curb chain and rattling it to assess my response "it means you're turned on by tattoos and piercings; in your case lads with those. Seems like your dick likes a chain too! And before you ask, yeah the chain never comes off unless it's life-or-death." "I like the contrast too," I declared, beginning to undress myself with a wave of relief "I like being all pure-looking like this with someone who isn't." "Same here," he growled "Though the sorta sluts I've been with hardly looked pure. What should we do with the rest of the night?" "I'm... not sure," I pondered hesitantly as some doubts began to set in "Kissing felt nice, but I don't know if I should have done it. God, I gave you my first kiss! I said I wanted to save myself. What about STDs and things too?" "I'm HIV negative, and everything else negative, and taking PrEP too," he said hurriedly, scrambling through some papers to produce a document confirming his status from two weeks ago "but that aside, I think you're still holding back. You watched The Matrix?" "Everyone has," I replied, now completely naked. "Great, so you know when Morpheus offers Neo the blue pill or the red pill. You get what I mean when I say that too?" he asked, his train of thought almost jumping "You can choose to just stay as you are or fully understand what all your feelings are about. First though, I have to know... do you trust me?" I nodded, my inhibitions more far gone than I had known before, and watched as Kyle produced a tray from under his sofa, on which sat a torniquet, some needles, cleaning wipes, cotton wool, and vials of sterile water. I watched in nervous amazement as he filled them both with some tina and water, marking one with a pen. "IV? Can't we just smoke?" I asked. "In theory, yeah," he whined "but trust me, this is different." "Fine. Just don't screw up my arm." "Yours is lighter than mine but still strong enough for a newbie, so I marked it," he said "Now, left or right arm?" I presented my left arm, my heart racing in fear and anticipation, and he tied the torniquet around it, slapping a few areas until he found a thick vein. He cleaned it off, let it dry, told me to relax and breathe normally and inserted it. I winced a little as he smirked at the blood slowly entering the syringe. As he pressed down the plunger, he spoke to me softly. "Now, tell me how you really feel. Don't hold back. I want you to admit it all." I felt warm and tingly at first, then once the cotton wool was pushed down on my arm and the torniquet removed, I felt the rush rising up through my body. I coughed and spluttered as my vision and hearing started to spin and I was hit with a buzzing wave of euphoria. My ears felt full and my body felt weak. "You are the sexiest man I have ever seen," I started saying as I lost my last inhibitions "You look so far gone and corrupted. You're ugly in all the right ways. I like to pretend I'm better than you but I should be put in my place. I want to stay true to how I am but I want to share how fucked up you are." "How can we do that?" he asked, finding a vein on himself and plunging the tina in. "Fuck me. Take my virginity," I begged "I think this is what I've been saving it for. I want to give it all to you. Make me feel inferior." "That's what I wanted to hear since I first saw you bench," he smiled, discarding the needle and falling on his back "I should say, I'm a top, and me being thirty-seven and also the fucked up one out of us, I think it only makes sense I wreck you." I moaned in agreement. Throwing away my cotton ball to kiss him and rub my hands over his solid, toned pecs, wrapping my fingers between his warm skin and cold chain. He shoved his tongue into my mouth and rubbed it against the inside of my cheeks, my teeth, the roof of my mouth, and under my tongue, violating every crevice he could reach. "Get on all fours for me, it lets me penetrate deeper," he commanded, and I complied instantly, crawling on to the carpet. I looked ahead as I felt his body lean over me, his cold chain draping to tickle my back as he leant in to suck the side of my neck. This continued for a few seconds before I heard him say it. "No." "No?" I asked, breathing heavily. "No, this isn't right," he continued, as I felt disappointment begin to set in "You're a stigmatophile, yeah? You like that I'm all chavvy. It's about looks. You should get to see this. Get on your back." A rush of excitement came over me through the ongoing euphoric haze as I flipped over and spread my legs for him. He gently pushed them apart with his tattooed hands and positioned himself close to me, his thighs rubbing against areas nobody else had ever touched. I squirmed. He reached over to his table to grab a condom, but before he could open it I grabbed his arm. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Is it OK if I say anything I want?" I asked so as not to scare him, to which he nodded "In that case, if we're doing this we do it properly. I want you to do everything to me, and you can't do that with a condom." "You want me to breed you?" he asked, his own breath quickening "It's not like I never do that but for your first time, you sure?" "And more. Fuck me up inside so I can't turn back later," I begged, running my finger along the pattern of his tattoos. "Lube?" he asked, now getting excited at my kinky side "You want my spit?" "Not just that," I panted, looking at his left ear and then to the table "add that stuff that built up under your tunnels." His eyes grew wide for a moment, then squinted again with an 'oh fuck yes'. He muttered the words 'dirty whore' and 'kinky fucker' as he handed me the pipe to take further hit after hit while I watched him carefully scrape up what gunk he could from his tunnels before putting them back in. He wiped it against my hole, sticky and elastic, and slowly pushed it ever so slightly in. "Take that inside of you, this is a first even for me," he growled "my gauge build up is inside of you and it's gonna stay there. You're gonna take everything from me." With that, he produced a huge glob of spit which hung from his lower lip before falling directly against the opening of my hole with a splatting noise. I watched him slap his pale, seven-inch, uncut dick straight against my hole a few times as he pulled a face and groaned. He looked up at me and, noticing I was still buzzing heavily from the high, shoved his dick inside me in one slow but continuous motion. It stung more than I had expected, but the pleasure of the rush made me crave the pain. Opening my eyes once I felt completely full, I looked up at the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. Starting from the bottom, I saw my limp, hairy belly and my semi-hard dick, with my legs splayed. Between my tanned thighs, I saw his pale, hairless abs pressed up against my ballsack. My gaze scanned upwards to his tight, pink nipples and his chain against the backdrop of some probably meaningless latin on his chest, swinging ever so slightly forward with gravity and catching the light from the corner of the room. His tattooed chest and arms flexed, the muscles moving under the skin as he held my ankles wide open. His hat had come off now, revealing a shaved head save for a strip of short hair running down the middle of his head. I looked up at his face, aged by smoking and drug use, as he scrunched up his eyes and breathed slowly, letting himself adjust to the rush. His eyes snapped open and locked with mine after a quick head shake and he smirked down at me. "You OK down there yet?" he asked. "It fucking hurts," I said "Go for it." "You are a horny fuck, aren't you?" he chuckled, leaning down to kiss me and bringing his arms down to caress my body as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He started to thrust, slow and methodical at first. I winced a bit, but nodded encouragingly for him to continue. As he went faster I felt my hole cramping around his dick, until he was finally in a good moderate rhythm. The tina heightened all of my senses and my awareness. At the entrance of my hole, I could feel the shifts in texture as the ridge of the head of his dick passed through it, almost all the way out so that just his urethra was inside of me, then plunged back in, with the shaft and ridges of foreskin following. With each thrust, the slimy and slightly grainy combination of ear smegma and spit mushed against the skin around my hole. I ran my arms along his arms and chest and around the back of his neck, feeling his calcified veins and muscles. With each jerky thrust, his chain swung and made a clinking noise at it bounced off of his pecs, and his enlarged ears hung slightly and wobbled. Every now and again he would lean down and kiss me with a grin, and I'd feel his chain tapping against my chin. All of my senses and darkest unknown fantasies were being stimulated at once by the relative stranger between my legs. After some amount of time, the clock confirming it, I felt something cold and wet dripping on me. He was damp with sweat that was collecting all over his body and face, dripping down on to me and mixing with mine. Instinctively, one of my hands reached down to my dick and tugged at it furiously, sending a watery load shooting over both of us. I moaned uncontrollably. "Fuck yeah, boy!" he laughed "Bet you never felt an orgasm like that before!" "Are we done?" I asked looking up at him, as he looked down at our crotches and pulled his dick out "I still sorta wanna keep going." "Ooo, might be, lad," he said, sucking in air through his teeth "Bit dirty back here, anyway." "Should I douche?" "Nah mate, it's cool. I wanted you to feel it properly anyway. Can't feel liquids going in if it's too wet. It isn't bad or nothing." "Then what's wrong?" I pressed "Did you cum?" "Nah, to be honest," he said with a pause "I might have gone a bit too hard on you. Noticed a bit of blood back here and it isn't mine." Something stirred inside of me at that. I felt more vulnerable than before, and for whatever reason my dick was suddenly rock hard. I wrapped my hands around the back of his neck and pulled him gently towards me. "Kyle, I need you to breed me more than ever, please," I begged in a hushed tone. "Lad, you already got some spit and gunge in you," he replied "even I've never used piercing gunge like that." "I..." I started hesitantly "I need another IV tina. I need to be honest with you. Please, do it with me and I will explain myself. And yes, I'm sure about this." He pulled me into another kiss as we stood up and pointed me towards his bedroom. I went ahead while he fixed two large glasses of water and grabbed the tray from the lounge-kitchen. The bedroom was lit up by a bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. Kyle's bed was a mess, with a thin, ragged sheet that looked like it had never been washed cast over the mattress. I tossed it aside haphazardly and flopped on the bed, while he handed me my glass to drink and prepared the slams. "You still have some in your system" he explained "so another 0.3 should do a newbie like you nicely." "I'll explain why I need to be bred when I'm deeper in the zone," I said as he inserted the needle "Fuck me with your unprotected dick as soon as my slam is done and talk to me honestly once you've slammed yourself." I fell on my back and felt his dick going in while the crescendo of the high came on. My lower body spasmed in pain as he forced himself in until his balls were pressed against my ass crack. My breathing felt odd, and I pressed my palms into my forehead while focusing to control it. "Fuck my bleeding hole hard," I mumbled, peeping through my hands to see him finish off his slam "Make me feel worthless." His face contort as he flexed and groaned, pressing his crossed forearms into his forehead and groaned, thrusting his hips slowly back and forth. He let out a growl as his arms came down sideways, keeping them flexed and landing them next to. "You wanna feel worthless, yeah? You a little high-and-mighty good boy, yeah?" he whispered breathlessly, picking up the pace with his hips and keeping his body upright with a wild, almost malicious look of pleasure on his face "Well look at you now. Out there you think you're something special, but now you're being fucked by my old druggie cock. You could've just slept here but you wanted to let a jobless, drug using, mid-thirties chav take your innocence and leave you broken. Looking down at this little posh boy losing his innocence like this just makes me so much harder too. You wanted to settle down, yeah? Make loads of money with a decent guy?" "I did. I wante-" I started, but was cut off by him grabbing my cheeks and holding my mouth and teeth open. He sprayed my face with spit, some of it landing on my tongue. I blinked and flinched at it, then watched with terrified eyes as he snorted and hocked, stretching his conventionally unattractive face to produce another glob of spit. As it dripped from his pursed lips, I noticed it was slightly yellow, dehydrated by tina and mixed with phlegm. As it landed on my helpless tongue and started to slide down my throat, my mouth was filled with the flavour of tobacco. The string of spit eventually disconnected from his lips as he grinned. He wiped my face dry clumsily with his finger then stuck it in my mouth. "Shut the fuck up when I'm talking and swallow," he commanded as he started to thrust again, and I obliged, trying not to gag but loving every moment of my corruption as more of his fluids entered my body "Swallow my spit. Anyone you kiss from now, you're kissing them using my spit, understand? Now, where was I... "How the fuck are you going to settle down like you're expected to? You weren't clicking with any of those respectful guys from before. I'll admit, you're doing a good job embracing your masc side, but what you were really looking for was a real fucking man to dominate you. Even if you do find some ideal posho now though, it's too late. You'll probably never do anything this fucking sleazy with a decent lad. Hell, you'll definitely never even be able to get high like this, or take some of the stuff I've shoved in you. You're physically closer to me than you'll ever be to anyone else, and even if you get to that level with another guy, I did it first and without even getting to know you. Your sense of intimacy is fucked now, even if you pretend it isn't." "What if I love you?" I asked, my mind beginning to ramble "I think I love-" "Ha! Mate you really are fucked," he sneered "I don't love you! Hell, this means nothing to me. Sex is just a bit of fun for me. I've fucked guys I know way less than you. Now that just a laugh to know I'm fucking up your love life." "If you get a kick out of ruining me, go the full way," I moaned, my dick throbbing with a combination of horniness, euphoria, and growing regret "give me your semen." "Not gonna lie, lad, it's hard to cum on T," he sighed, slowing down a bit "what was it you wanted to say about wanting my cum?" "When you fill someone with semen, how long do you think it stays in there?" I asked as he rocked back and forth gently. "I dunno, depends how long until you next shit," he said with a shrug. "Not exactly," I said, experiencing every part of him picking up the pace as I continued "Ejaculating is supposed to deliver sperm for fertilisation. Those sperm have enzymes to break their way into an egg by digesting their way in. They're meant to burrow. "The colon is also very absorptive, so it soaks up stuff well. When you cum in someone, those sperm and that absorption encourage them to embed themselves in there. They burrow in and deposit their DNA - your DNA - permanently." "Fuck me," he said, eyes rolling back as I felt his dick throb "so everyone I breed has a bit of me in them for life?" "It's more like all of your DNA is a part of them for life," I said, feeling my dick get closer to climax as I kept explaining it "But since you've made a few tears up in me, those swimmers are gonna get into my blood and burrow into all sorts of bits. Do a good enough DNA test on me even after I die and they might find your genes in me. So, breed me up. Make me carry you inside of me forever. Get in me and fuck up my whole body." "Fuck yes, take me forever you worthless slut," he groaned, starting to jerk as my words brought him close to cumming "You're gonna be fucking ruined after this, knowing my chavvy genes are a part of you. Yes... Yeah! TAKE IT!" With that, he thrust into me ten times, hard, with a pause between each one. Each thrust, he shouted 'Take it!' loud enough that the neighbours could hear. My sensitive hole felt the pressure of each jet of his cum squeezing its way up, and I started moaning and shooting a powerful load over his chin and chest. My mind was spinning, processing everything that happened, processing the disgusting stuff I had done and said, and the stuff the older waster sleazebag who had done it to me. He broke my daze with a light kiss, laughing quietly. "That was fucking fun," he whooped, propping himself up over me "So I guess you're mine forever now, lol!" "What do we do now?" I asked, post nut clarity and vulnerability joining the array of emotions. I knew there were still lots of one-sided feelings in place. "Well, I dunno about you but I gotta piss," he said, slowly sliding out "BRB." "Wait!" I shouted a bit too loud, pulling his hips back in with my legs "Do it inside of me." And that brings me to now. It's been a while since Kyle finally pulled out. After he peed, he stayed in me for at least another half an hour, though it may have been longer, fucking my beyond ruined body with small thrusts to not let any of his juices out. Eventually he got tired and rolled over next to me. My thighs ached as they came out of their previous drawn-up position, after hours of activity. We cuddled and talked about the fuck until he drifted off to sleep. Honestly I don't know how he can sleep on tina; I've been awake since and it already looks like it's daytime through the curtain outside. Before he passed out though, he whispered something to me. "I don't care if it means something to you; it doesn't to me. I don't love you and it turns me on that I ruined that for you," he said sleepily "but that doesn't mean I definitely won't catch feelings. You're still my first posh-boy." I don't know what to do. I'm still snuggled up in his arms and have been playing with his tunnels and chain and running my hand over his muscles, tatts, and stubble while I reflected on the situation. I've come down enough to realise how fucked I've been, but I still can't bring myself to get out of bed to squeeze out what piss and sperm I haven't soaked into my blood, not that it would make much difference. Now I'm left with a choice: 1) Take off, pretend this never happened, and try to live the rest of my life enjoying successful but ultimately hollow relationships, or 2) Be with this fuck-up of a man and anyone else he might want to fuck me with and live out my days like this, being looked down on with him in public and spending my money on drugs and cigarettes. Either way, I've probably ruined everything. What should I do?
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