Mac Men

[SlimNotShady]

Where are these parties held? Man, I got to get my ass to one of them... I wish.

[rawdicklover]

Hey randyrawman! Love the story! Is there any plans to continue?

[randyrawman]

Definitely plan to keep it going...just need to find time to write. Thanks for the nice words.

Hey randyrawman! Love the story! Is there any plans to continue?

[randyrawman]

MAC MEN 8: THE PARTY PART 4

“More…loads…” is the first thing I say when I come back to my senses about a minute later laying on top of Kenny’s sweaty, muscled back.

“You all right, man?” he asks.

“I think I blacked out for a second,” I say. “Other than that, never been better.”

I look over to the load board and see Lito making a hashmark, his huge cock swinging like a pendulum, a long drop of spunk hanging past his knees. Then I look down to see my cock is still wedged up Kenny’s ass. Good. I love to watch and feel my spent spunkshooter snake out of a cummed up manhole and I’m glad I miss the withdrawal during my mini fuck-coma.

“Don’t pull out yet, Randy.”

I turn to see Angel, the man responsible for the slutty turn my life has taken. Angel goes in for a hot, wet kiss—I never get tired of those lips—then crawls under Kenny and positions his gaping mouth under Kenny’s freshly-bred fuckhole.

“Now you can pull out,” he says.

As I start to withdraw, I see Angel’s hungry eyes and gaping mouth on either side of my cummy spent shaft. My cum-caked cockhead squelches out of Kenny’s hole bringing with it a hot, white glob of seed that lands right on Angel’s tongue. It’s followed a second later by my shiny wet cock, which he takes to the base in one gulp

Kenny stands and turns to face me while Angel sucks down the dregs of my load, tasting me and all the men who filled Kenny before me.

“That was so fucking hot,” Kenny sighs, his scruffy flushed face an inch away from mine.

“Lito Cruz bred me, right?” I ask, reaching around to finger my swollen hole. “Right after I unloaded in you? Or did I dream that?”

“It fucking happened,” says Kenny. “I watched him unload in you in that mirror right there while your load was seeping into me. It was fucking amazing.”

Before Kenny goes to make a mark on the wall for my load, we promise to get together soon to, “hang out and reminisce about our high school days.”

“Or we can just swap cum,” he suggests.

“I’ll take option B,” I say.

Angel lets my cock slide out of his mouth then stands up to give me a sloppy warm spermkiss. Then he leads me by the hand to a spunk-spattered fuck bench. We each put one knee up on the bench for balance then face each other and finger each other’s battered cumholes.

“How are you doing?” he says softly.

“This is too fucking much, man,” I say. “I’ve never been into drugs, but I feel like I’m on something, like drunk on cock and ass and flesh and cum and all these hot fucking men. I know there’s a world outside this place, where I have a life and a job and responsibilities and all that shit, but I don’t care about it. I just want this night to go on and on and on.”

“It can,” says Angel, “and it will. And you’ll still have your life and your responsibilities and everything but you’ll also have this life as a fucking hot barebacker to escape to when you feel the need to do what we were born to do as men with cocks; breed a hungry hole.”

“And there are so many hot men in this room—hell, in this world—and I want to swap spunk with all of them,” I say. “Every load I take, every hole I breed just makes me want more and more and more.”

“I knew it,” he says. “I could see that in you the moment I met you.”

“Fuck, you’re wet,” I say, when I feel a big glob of cum drip down my fingers to the floor. “How many loads have you taken so far?”

“Taken four, given three,” he says. “How ‘bout you?”

“I’ll tell you later,” I say. “Right now, I’m too out of it to think. I know I’ve taken more cum than I’ve given.”

“You got more in you?” he asks.

Before I can answer, Hassan, Marcus’s Middle-Eastern buddy from before taps me on the shoulder. “You guys look like you’re in deep conversation,” Hassan teases, his half-hard cock slapping against my thigh. “I thought guys came here to fuck, not talk.”

“We’re talking about fucking,” I say with a smile.

“How ‘bout you keep on right on talking while I tap that ass like I wanted to earlier,” Hassan proposes.

“I’ve been kind of raving about it,” says Marcus sauntering up behind Angel. “And I’ve always wanted to tag Angel’s hole.”

“You’ve tagged my hole,” Angel reminds him. “Not that I’m complaining.”

“I’ve fucked you, yes,” clarifies Marcus, “at Ron’s birthday breed-up but I didn’t unload in you because the birthday boy got all the loads, remember?”

“Oh right,” remembers Angel. “It even said that on the invitation. But I remember I wanted cum so bad that night. So I got Frank to breed me without letting on that he was—even though I could feel every hot jet—and then he came in Ron a little while later. Luckily, he’s a quick rebounder.”

Hassan pulls my chin toward him and starts kissing me softly on the lips. The slow, sweet pace is a nice change after so much balls-to-the-wall man-pounding. Marcus does the same to Angel. Hassan takes my hand and leads me around the fuckbench so I’m facing Angel who’s being put into position by Marcus. Angel and I smile at each other—we know what we’re in for—then kneel on the bench, face to face, offering up our slick, hungry asses for the taking.

I stare into Angel’s eyes as I feel Hassan’s throbbing cock slide into my ass. Angel’s eyes widen right along with mine as Marcus slides into him. As they start to fuck, Hassan and Marcus coordinate their slow, sensuous fuck-rhythms so that everything I’m feeling, I can see on Angel’s face and visa versa.

“They’re totally doing a number on us,” I say to Angel.

“We can play that game, too,” says Angel. He looks up to Hassan behind me.

“My friend Randy’s hole is sweet, isn’t it, studman?” says Angel. “I know it’s sweet because I was the first man to go in there bare to breed him. I flooded his guts with a massive load of sperm. I still remember how good it felt to shoot my hot ropes right up that perfect hole that had never been seeded before. And once that happened, everything in Randy’s world was different. I unleashed a monster.” With that Angel kisses me. “A fuck monster.”

“I’m about to unleash a monster, too,” taunts Marcus, “right up your sweet hole, Angel…but not yet.”

“Marcus, you can try to hold off all you want but if Angel wants your load, and you know he does, that ass is going to milk it out of you,” I say. “I know because Angel’s the first fucker who let me cum in him bare…but he didn’t just let me, he made me with his talented ass. And now he’s going to make you, too.“

I can see in Angel’s eyes that he’s starting to really use those expert ass muscles of his to get Marcus’s seed. “He’s turning on the milking machine, isn’t he?”

“Oh fuck,” says Marcus. “That’s incredible.”

“And your aching balls are pulling up, aren’t they?” I ask him.

Marcus just nods, in rhythm with his fuckstrokes.

“Better keep up, fucker,” Angel says to Hassan.

“Fine,” says Hassan who matches him stroke for stroke for a while but finally gives up and just starts to longdick me as hard as he can.

“That’s it, Hassan,” I groan. “I love those long strokes. I love hearing the wet sounds as you slide in and out on the carpet of cum your buddy Marcus blasted up there earlier. Add to it, fucker. Flood me.”

“Do it, fuckers,” demands Angel. “What are you waiting for? I see you two at the gym together all the time, strutting around like you’re the hottest fuckstuds going, silently promising that if a bottom stud’s lucky enough to get that hot, worked out body pounding into him that he’s also gonna get a big, hot, wet load.”

“So you guys gonna deliver or what?” I say, as Hassan starts jackhammering his cock right past my prostate. I fall forward and hold onto Angel’s shoulders as Hassan starts the inevitable build to orgasm.

“Breed us, fuckers!” begs Angel, holding onto my shoulders as Marcus gets ready to spunk him up. “Give us your hot loads!”

I look up and see Marcus nodding frantically at Hassan as his orgasm overtakes him. “Get ready for my load,” he pants. “Here….it….cummmmmmms!”

I stare deeply into Angel’s pleading eyes. “Every drop, Angel,” I command him. “Take every drop of Marcus’s hot load.”

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming, oh fuck, take the load, take the load!” barks Marcus, his massive pecs heaving as he unloads in my breeding mentor’s hot, insatiable cumhole. “Unnnnnnnngh! Unnnnngh! Yeah, that’s it. Unnnngh!”

“Now your turn, Hassan,” says Angel, breathless from the recent breeding. “My friend Randy needs your load. Look in his eyes. He’s living for it. Nothing else matters to him right now but your hot load of mansperm. Don’t let him down. Blast your cum into that perfect ass.”

“It’s cumming, fucker,” Hassan gasps, slapping my hips with his big hands as his cock pistons in and out of me in long slippery fuckstrokes. Hassan is the king of longdicking and I love the way it feels, especially with so much manjuice up there already. “You’re getting seeded, dude, whether you want it or not.”

“Oh, he wants it,” says Angel.

“I want it,” I beg. “Breed me, stud. Knock me up with that hot sperm.”

“Aaaaaaaaghhhhhhh!” shouts Hassan, claiming the distinction as my loudest cummer of the night so far. “Aaaagh, aaagh, ughhhhhhh, fuuuuuuuucckkkk, oh fuck oh fuck.”

“Soak it all in, Randy,” says Angel grabbing my face and putting his mouth right up to my ear. “Let it seep into you, every microscopic bit of it, make that sperm part of you.”

I take Angel’s words to heart. I close my eyes and visualize Hassan’s hot jets of mancum as they blast into me; one rope hitting one asswall, the next hitting the other, the third hitting the roof of my ass-tunnel and the rest shooting straight ahead in several more strong blasts. “I feel it,” I groan. “I feel every pulse. Give it all to me, Hassan, drain those giant nuts.”

Hassan falls onto my back with a thud. “Best cum tonight,” he says after catching his breath.

“Thanks, man,” I say. “That was even better than I imagined. I knew you were going to be a hot fuck but those long strokes hit places in me I didn’t even know I had.”

Angel, Marcus, Hassan and I stand in a circle, caressing each other’s shoulders, back and asses and recovering from the heavy-duty mind/assfuck. I like these guys. I could see the four of us hanging out outside of here; having meals, working out, catching movies, like double-dating except everybody’s fucking everybody and no hole is safe.

I glance over Angel’s shoulder at the wall of loads. It’s two-thirds covered in hashmarks. I want to take a photo of the wall before I leave for my Facebook cover page. To the uniformed viewer, it’s just a wall with a bunch of hashmarks on it. But all my Shudder buddies would know it’s all about assloads. I like to imagine my fellow barebackers innocently surfing the web at work, landing on my page and getting a raging hard-on at the thought of Shudder, then leaving the office and whatever work it is they were supposed to be doing, to get their breed on as soon as possible.

And if I’m in the neighborhood, I’m more than happy to leave my desk to take their seed.

[fuckedraw]

love it - easily one of the best stories on here

[Hotcumrod]

Wow, just read al parts this morning. Didn't cum because i don't want it wasted . Would love to read more parts. This is every cumwhores dream.

[north.mpls.guy]

Fantastic story, thanks for continuing it!

[1981virginia]

Holy shit. Totally fucking hot. Very well written. Thanks for sharing this piggy story with us!

[SlimNotShady]

So fucking Hot! I love being in that type of place fucking, loading & being fucked & loaded...

[indibubutt]

very hot!! wish i could go to a party like that..

[oinker]

Best story ever ! Write more stud

[melbare]

I have just re-read this story on another site. It is really anchored in our experience and dreams.  Thanks for getting into our heads and hardening up our cocks.  Thanks. 

[randyrawman]

While stuck inside and organizing things on my computer, I found this chapter two-thirds finished from 6 or so years ago. I finished it up and here it is. Hope you enjoy. RR

MAC MEN 9: GETAWAY CAR

After the fan-fucking-tastic foursome with Angel, Hassan and Marcus, I need to get some energy back.  As I walk through the pulsating sea of fuckstuds to the lobby, I can’t believe how much my body throbs.  I’m going to be so sore tomorrow.  Of course, I don’t want tomorrow to come. Oh wait, it is tomorrow.

My plan is to head to the lobby area, knock back a Red Bull, let my balls churn up some more cum then dive back into the breed-n-seed-fest.

As I wait in line at the bar, I hear two men talking behind me.  The deeper voiced of the two is telling his buddy about the new car he just bought.

“Of course, I had the get the leather seats,” he says.

Wait, I’ve heard this guy’s voice before. 

“I even asked the hunk who sold it to me if the seats were sperm resistant,” he continues.  Fuck, I know that voice. “I said it right to his face. Of course, this was after I blasted hit guts with my man-sperm in the breakroom.”

The word sperm is what tips me off.  It’s gotta be Damien Silver from Knightbreeders, the dirtiest talking, most cum-obsessed spunk-swapper in all of porn.  I turn halfway around to try and get a look at his face.  The guy’s ruggedly handsome, with several day’s worth of scruff. It looks like it could be Damien but Damien always wears a mask in his videos so I can’t be sure.

I’ve always wondered why he always wears the mask. I like to imagine that in addition shooting and starring in cum-swap videos, he has a more “respectable” job, like working for a politician, or as a policeman or teaching high school. Maybe he coaches a sports team at some religious university and runs around all day in tight coaching shorts, putting horny college age studs through their paces.

Then he goes home and spends his nights making fuck flicks where he uses his filthy mind and his talent for dirty talk to celebrate his lifestyle choice as an unabashed barebacker.

“Get me a water,” says the friend.  “I’m going to run to the restroom.”

The friend leaves and the man I think is Damien Silver is on his own. Now’s my chance and yet I suddenly feel shy, starstruck.  ‘You’ve shot so much spunk to this fucker’s videos,’ I imagine Angel saying to me.  ‘Grow a pair and make a move.’

“Congrats on the new car,” I say.  “Couldn’t help but overhear.”

“Thanks, sexy,” he says before turning around and sizing me up. “It’s my first new car in quite a while.”

It’s strange to see this guy’s full face.  You can tell he’s handsome from his videos but he’s even more striking without the mask. But it’s all about that voice. It’s Damien. I’d bet money on it. “I think I probably helped pay for that car,” I say, then flash a goofy smile. “That is, if you are who I think you are.”

Damien smiles, grabs my hand and says, “Come with me?”

“Wait,” I say as follow him through the lobby, “are you spelling that C-U-M or C-O-M-E?”

“Yes,” he says.

“I knew it was you by your voice,” I remark as he leads me down a dark hallway.

“Oh yeah?” he growls.

“Yeah. I really love the way you get into the whole mindset of it, you know.”

“You mean, when I say stuff like, ‘You’re gonna fuck me bareback, right?  Always, bareback.  Taking seed and giving seed, right?  Always. We live to take sperm, right?’ Stuff like that?”   

“Yes,” I say.

He stops walking at a door then turns back to me. My cock head brushes against his jock, which is threadbare, cum-stained and packed.

“You wanna see my new wheels?” he asks.

“Sure but we can’t walk outside like this, can me?”

“Ron lets me park in the enclosed, private lot,” he explains before open the door to a small parking lot lit by a single red bulb. A few cars are there and it’s obvious which one is his; it’s the gleaming silver Jaguar convertible with the dealer sticker still on it.

“Oh my God,” I say.  “This is gorgeous. It suits you, man.”

He doesn’t say thank you. He steps right in front of me, gets his face inches away from mine and says, “You like the way I talk, right?” He leans into my body so my exposed ass rests against the driver’s side door.

“Fuck yeah,” I say, bringing my hands up along his arms and squeezing his triceps.  “You have a really sexy voice, deep and masculine, but it’s more the things you say, the way you talk…about barebacking and breeding, taking and giving cum. It’s like your religion. I can’t even tell you how many loads I’ve shot to you.”

“Got one more in you?” he asks.

“For you, yes,” I say, reaching around to cup his ass.

“No one’s bred me in my car yet,” he says.  “You want to help me break it in.”

“Fuck, yeah,” I say.

“And you like dirty talk, huh?” he asks.

“Oh yeah,” I say.  “I hate it in porn when they’ve got some music going on so you can’t hear the fuck sounds and the hot talk. The worst is when they have the TV on.”

“Right?” he says. “What the fuck is that about?”

“If I wanted to watch Jeopardy, I’d be watching Jeopardy.”

“Can you dish it out, too?” he asks.  “The fuck-talk?”

“I don’t do it professionally, like you do, but I’ll try…” I turn him around and pull him back so my hard cock is pressed against his crack, “to rise to the occasion.”

“Hot,” he says, grinding against me. “So here’s how it’s going to work: You’re going to sit in the passenger seat.  I’m going to suck your hot cock until it’s ready to fuck.”

“That should take at about two seconds,” I say, contracting my groin muscles so my hard leaking dick bobs in the air.

“Then I’m going to sit on your dick. You don’t have to do much, movement wise.  Just let me ride you while we have a simple, quiet conversation.”

“Fuck yes,” I say.

He opens the door and I sit my bare ass down on the cool leather seat.  He kneels on the ground and starts to nurse my cock with his mouth.  His slow smooth suck-strokes feel so good on my dick, which has already had a major workout tonight. As I relax into the blow job, I feel a gob of cum—God knows whose--ooze from my fuckhole.

“Oh shit,” I say, a bit panicked.

“Everything all right?” Damien says, looking up at me.

“I got a bunch loads in me and I think some is oozing out onto your brand new seat,” I say anxiously.

“You say that like it wasn’t part of my plan, ” he says.  “Relax, I want you to let it ooze. I want this car to reek of cum. I want it to be my fucking Cummobile.”

 “You should get that for your license plate,” I suggest.

Damien laughs, then he stands up and straddles me, grabs my face and looks me dead in the eyes.  “Do it.  Let it out, fucker.  Let’s add a topnote of fuckspunk to the unmistakable new car smell.” 

It takes me a moment to relax my hole. “Open up and let it ooze out. Do it. Soak that seat, stud.”  And I do.  Damien kisses me hard while I let the loads of Marcus and Hassan and Lito snake out of me until I’m sitting in big cum puddle.

Damien takes a big inhale.  “Fuck, smell those men.”

“I gotta breed you, fucker,” I say.  “Put that hole down on my cock.”

Without taking his eyes off mine, Damien lifts his ass up a few inches. Then his hole sinks onto my glistening cockhead like it’s a heat-seeking missile, which in a way it is.  As he slides down onto my lap and I feel my shaft slide along his fuckstud asswalls, walls that have been whitewashed countless times. As a younger man, scared with little confidence, I used to look down on men that were promiscuous.  Now, I revere them.

From here on, Damien slowly grinds his hole on my cock while we talk to each other, our voices soft but insistent, like a hypnotist leading a subject into a trance.

“Fuck, that’s smooth,” I say.  “And thirsty, maybe the thirstiest ass I’ve ever fucked. What’s it thirsty for, pig?”

“Sperm,” he says.  “Always.”

“You’re addicted to it, aren’t you?  You need it like vampires need blood.”

“It’s the first thing I think about in the morning and the last thing I think about at night.”

“Because you always fall asleep fingering a loaded hole.”

“A multi-loaded hole.  What’s that wet squelching sound, Randy?  I think it’s coming from you.”

“It’s my hot hungry ass sliding around,” I say.

“Sliding around in what?” he wonders.

“A puddle of cum…from I don’t know how many guys?”

“You don’t know how many?”

“If I thought about it, I could give you a number…but I don’t really feel like doing math right now.”

“You gotta track your loads, man. So you can always keep growing as a bareback fucker.”

Without coming off my dick, Damien twists around, opens the glove compartment and pulls out a small ziplock bag. He pulls from it a silver chain with matching cylinder at the end of it. He drapes it over my head.

“For poppers?” I ask.

“Looks like it, but no. This is the part that’s genius,” Damien says, holding up the cylinder between our faces. “Check it out.”

On the side of the cylinder are four revolving number wheels, like you’d see on a combination padlock. “This is to keep track of your loads. I wear two. The black one is loads I planted in an ass…and the silver one is loads planted in my ass.

“There are four digits on here,” I observe. “That would be like a thousand loads.”

“Three a day,” he shrugs. “Totally doable for a hot stud like you.”

“These are really cool,” I say. “Where can I buy one?”

“I’m going to start selling them on my website soon but you get one free for coming in my ass.” He bottoms out on my dick, then rocks slowly back and forth. “Look at me, just assuming I’m getting your load.”

“Oh you’re getting it,” I say, trying not to pass the point of no return. “You’re gonna get seeded real soon…right here in this car.  This beautiful, respectable car that would be right at home in a Pride parade, carrying the mayor or some happy old lesbian couple that’s been together 50 years.”

“Or you and I could be in the Bareback Pride Parade,” he says. “We swap seed back and forth all the way down the parade route.”

“And there’s a big float behind us with slings and fuck benches and guys all over it, fucking to cum,” I add. “And dick-addicted twinks with cum leaking from their battered holes are handing out fliers for Shudder to all the hot guys on the street.”

“And the guys along the sidewalk all have their cocks out and as they see you building up steam to blast in my hole, they all start chanting, ‘Breed it!’ Breed it!”

That image sends me right over the edge. “Ah fuck, stud, I’m cumming in your guts!”

“Fuck yes, pig! Do it, man! Give me that hot load of sperm! Seed me!”

My balls contract and I spurt cum for what seems like a full minute.

“Damnnnn!” I groan. “Take it man! Take every fucking drop of my spermload!”

Damien hunches over so his face is next to mine. When I finally stop shuddering. He sticks his tongue in my mouth and holds it there for me to suck on.

As he starts to dismount, I come back to my senses. “Jesus Christ, dude, that was amazing,” I say. “But I still kind of feel bad about your car seat.”

“Don’t man,” he says, pulling me to my feet. “I want my seats cum streaked and the dealership don’t offer it.”

“Are you sure you’re not gonna regret it?” I say.

“Come here,” he says, taking me by the hand and leading me around to the driver’s side. He sits in the driver’s seat and closes the door, then pulls my face down to his.

“You want me to let your load out?” he asks. “Make the seats match?”

“If you want to…” I say, tentatively.

“That half-ass bullshit ain’t gonna fly,” he chides. “Tell me to let your load out.”

I grab his face in my hands and lean down to his ear. “Let my babies out,” I taunt through gritted teeth. “Relax that legendary cooze and let my fuckseed slide out. I want people to able to smell the loads a mile away.”

I pull away and look at Damien…who just smiles as his hole opens up and releases it’s hard-earned haul.

When he gets out of the car, I’m surprised and how much fucking jizz is on the seat. “That can’t be all me?” I say.

“It is, dude,” he says. “You got me right after I walked in.”

“Wow,” I say, starring down at the puddle. I can’t believe I was able to deliver that big of a load 5 hours into the party. Angel’s right…once you commit to being an insatiable seedswapper, your body has a way of rising to the occasion.

Damien gives me one last deep kiss, then pulls the chain away from my neck and turns counter from 0000 to 0001.  The he stands back and looks my up and down admiringly. It makes me feel like a fucking god.

“Hold on,” he says, then turns and reaches both hands into the car. When he pulls them out, they’re both dripping with cum. “My leather’s streaked with cum,” he says. “Yours should be, too.”

And then he kneels in front of me and drags his cum-soaked palms down the legs of my chaps…streaking them with chunky white cum.

“That’s better,” he says.

[cockhoney]

@randyrawmandamn! This is amazing! Fuck. I needed this today. Please keep it going and thank your for all your contributions here.

[Daddyph]

Wow-great writing, and hot as fuck !!! Thanks for sharing it with us !