It May Have Taken A While...

[SFCumdog]

Some years back I had met this cubby little auburn-haired stud. I guess it would help set the tone of this story if I mentioned that it was at a “safe-sex” party in the Philly suburbs where I met him. He walked in and my older BF and I immediately turned our heads in tandem as we drank him in. To us he was a total package, just exactly what we both liked most in a boy. At the time of this party he was about 32 years old. His name was Mel, or something similar.

Cute, sexy, a little nerdy/techy; but no one would ever have assumed he was gay if they had encountered him on the street. He stood about five foot eight, had a little bit of meat on his frame that gave him that cub-like quality, and he had the most beautiful auburn, almost to the point of turning full-on ginger, hair, with a full beard and mustache. That was what really turned my crank the full way and pushed me completely around the bend.

Little did we know that just as we were eyeing him up as our next prey, he was doing the same thing to us. Apparently, he wanted us as badly as we wanted him. It didn’t take long for him to get into the swing of the party and for us to finally all come together up in the third-floor orgy room. By this time, he was fully naked and his pale, smooth, skin almost illuminated the room, in that way that so many ginger’s exposed flesh does. The other thing that it served to do was to highlight his more ginger bush and his pale thick cock and heavy nuts that were nestled within it.

We proceeded to become intimately familiar with him… or as “intimate” as one can really be at a safe-sex party. This party was always fun, but there were just enough nosy little bitches always in attendance and playing hall monitor that a guy trying to get away with anything more than safe sex was pretty soon ratted out to the host and reprimanded. So we fumbled around with him, traded blowjobs, attempted to fuck but he was a little nervous in this party situation and it didn’t really get too far, especially with condoms. We were having a good time, but in the end, I got a little bored and left him with my BF while I went off looking for a hotter situation in order to get my rocks off.

Later, when my BF and I had both wrapped up the night, he told me that they had both happily gotten each other off in some dark corner of the house away from prying eyes. It turned out that the one thing we did both gather from our coupling was that the minute this cub was near cock, he turned into a total submissive little cock-hungry bottom slut that you practically had to pry off your dick in order to get him to stop. He had a one-track mind when it came to hard cock. And he also loved to have his creamy white ass eaten for ages. Once my bf and I knew that, it was game on and so before we left, we swapped digits with Mel and made plans to get together outside of the party.

We met up a few times after the fact with him coming to visit us and spending the weekend... each time fucking his brains out for hours on end, and then waking up during the night and going for additional rounds, often while my bf slept, or vice versa, to the point of sheer exhaustion. And while his timidness-to-perform from the party had well evaporated behind closed doors, as a Poz top there was just one thing that I wanted from our coupling… and it was the one thing I could never quite make happen.

Every time I would even get remotely close to getting it in him raw, he’d hop off, or shift his ass so that he’d pull away, much to my frustration. To me, while he was sexy as fuck, and was always hot to have a fat cock drill his ass all night long, the law of diminishing returns started to kick in. With each ass-pounding fuck session with this submissive little slut it just became less and less fulfilling for me, to the point that I.just.lost.interst.

Needless to say, my boyfriend, who could be a total dick most of the time, wasn’t very happy. All he wanted to do was keep fucking this boy, but outside of those parties we only played as a pair (or so I thought then…). So I told him to go ahead and fuck him all he wanted at those monthly parties, but I wasn’t gonna give up any more of my weekends entertaining someone that couldn’t provide me with what I needed to be satisfied.

Mel knew what I needed but he just wouldn’t, or just couldn’t, let it happen. Maybe I was the one being the dick, but I think most of you understand how I was feeling. I needed an ass that wanted ALL of me. And there is nothing worse than having a regular weekend guest that you just gotta perform for, whether you want to or not, without getting what you want out of the deal. Eventually, after a couple of months, it had run its course and it was done. And my BF remained annoyed with me because of it.

Flash forward about 6 years.

To be continued....

 

Edited July 10, 2020 by SFCumdog

[SFCumdog]

After moving to a distant state and losing touch with the crowd from the safe-sex party, we found ourselves back again in the Philly burbs for an extended period of time. By this time my bf and I had opened things up because I had finally gotten tired of never having my needs met, while his were always taken care of. He was constantly traveling for work, and doing his own thing, which left me to follow my own path towards what got me off. And get off I did… all up and down the Jersey Shore and all points in between to Philly.

And that brings me to Berlin, New Jersey. Below the traffic circle. A place that for any pig who’s ever spent time in that vicinity, will need no further description.  For those that don’t know though, there are two notorious book store/theater/arcades within a mile of one another, but on opposite sides of the divided highway. Both were usually very busy, and both had a varied crowd that patronized them. All kinds of guys, all kinds of cocks, and lots of ass for fucking. It was always a real pig’s wallow if ever there was one. And each of the places had their own unique character. It wasn’t uncommon to go back and forth between the two for a couple of hours looking for multiple loads, or asses to fuck.

One Friday night I’m one of a few who are standing there by the video booths in the back of the one store, waiting to see what the next piece of hungry ass or horny cock was going to look like. We hear someone out front getting change, as the excitement level over the next prospect starts rising within all of us waiting there for the same thing. I’m nonchalantly leaning against the wall awaiting his arrival when who walks in through the arcade entrance, but Mel, of all people, looking nervous as fuck for some reason. Now it had been 6 or more years since I had seen him last, and except for maybe looking a little doughier, which didn’t bother me in the least, he looked like his same sexy self.

And even though my desire for him had waned all those years ago, seeing him again made me want him all over again. And apparently, upon seeing me, he still found me his type because he immediately locked eyes on me ignoring everyone else standing there. But interestingly, there was not a glimmer of acknowledgment or recognition in those eyes. As far as I could tell, I was just a piece of fresh meat.

Of course, we had to still go through the bookstore dance of shuffling about looking into booths, reviewing the selection of movies playing while furtively cruising, and then finally entering into a booth and leaving the door cracked while he waited for me to join him. Needless to say, once he did, I pounced, which is what I wanted to do before the dance even started. But I also did it to circumvent anyone one else from getting to his cracked door first.

And I have to admit, the fact that he had no idea who I was, even though I really hadn’t changed much, just made me all the hotter and hornier for some reason. I decided to see how long I could push this figuring that he’d soon recognize me.

So into his booth I slipped, locking the door behind me. I immediately put additional money into the coinbox to make sure that we weren’t disturbed for a long time, and then I turned to him. Aggressive doesn’t even begin to describe me. I was like a grizzly bear attacking its prey. And having the prior knowledge that he turned into a submissive little slut at the sight of hard cock, gave me the upper hand.

It was the middle of summer and so neither of us was overdressed. Flimsy shorts, no underwear, and a wife beater on me with my now-graying chest hair pouring out of the top and out from around the sleeve holes, and a t-shirt and shorts on him and, as I’d quickly discover, a sexy little jock strap that perfectly framed the globes of his pale bulbous ass. And jock straps are like my kryptonite… though instead of weakening me, they do the opposite. He had no idea what he was in for.

To be continued...

 

Edited July 11, 2020 by SFCumdog

[negchaserlooking]

Great story

[SFCumdog]

I should probably pause and just tell you a little bit about me. At the time of this story I was just shy of my 40th birthday, but already working that Daddy vibe that the boys love. 6 feet tall, and a solid, broad-shouldered, 230 lbs. Pretty muscular but with a nice solid belly to add to the bearish appearance. I’m hairy all over, especially my chest, and at that point it had just started graying. I keep my dark hair fairly short and at that time I generally sported a pretty full, already graying, goatee and longer sideburns. I’ve been told I have a great ass, and I’ve got a well above average, very thick 8-inch cock, that one fuck buddy has described as being like a club... the same thickness from top to bottom, except for a big flared rim on the head. I’m primarily a top, but I’ve also got a hungry ass that needs, and enjoys, periodic feedings. And at that point I had been Poz for almost 10 years.

Mel settled on a film to have playing in the background and then after some quick mumbled greetings I grabbed his face and started kissing him. His soft compliant mouth quickly opened wide to accept my probing tongue and he tasted as good as I remembered. While I drooled some spit into his open mouth, my hands slowly slid down his back and cupped his shorts-encased, jockstrap-clad-ass As we made out, I slowly began kneading the cheeks of his meaty ass; my fingers sank into his sweaty trench and pressed on his hole through the material of his gym shorts. Even through the cloth I could already feel an accumulated dampness there, not sure whether he had arrived pre-lubed, or if it was a mixture of summer sweat and his own natural ass juices seeping out to prepare his hungry hole. Either way I was soon gonna find out, and I knew that either one would taste good to a sex hungry pig like me.

As I fingered his crack, my other hand came round to the front and quickly slid up under his shirt, like a heat seeking missile looking for his nips, while he had his hands running up and down my back and pawing at my gym-shorts-covered, rapidly hardening, cock. As I found his one nip, I pressed down harder on his mouth with mine and began to kiss him with a passion and an intensity that he wasn’t prepared for. As I did, I latched on hard to the nipple between my fingers and pinched with everything I had till a loud breathy moan of pain escaped from him and into my mouth. He knew I meant business and I could feel his body start to go slack in my arms as his total submission began.

I pushed him up against the wall of the booth and started madly grinding into him. I wanted there to be no question about what it was I was after. His hips started bucking back in unison as our combined rutting went into overdrive. As this was going on, I had kicked off my flip flops, preferring to stand barefoot on the cum-stained floor of the booth; feeling those dried loads of jizz beneath me. Somehow, their presence, along with the smell, connected me to the carnal energy that existed within the confines of that booth… a mini temple to the gay male need to spread their seed, anywhere and everywhere that they could.

I shoved one hand down the back of my shorts while I continued making out with Mel and quickly pushed my shorts down. Being naked in a semi-public place always makes me go into overdrive and I wanted to be naked and exposed as quickly as possible. My hard cock got hung up on the waist of the shorts eventually springing free as it thwacked up hard against my hairy abdomen. Mel felt my raw exposed dick now grinding between us as it left a snail trail of pre-cum on the front of his shirt and shorts.

The situation must have been getting to him to because he too began removing all his clothes while we continued to make out. At last he pushed my wife beater up and over my head and then came back in for a lip lock, while I reached for his shoulders and got ready to push him to his knees on that crusty floor. As he dropped, he grabbed hold of my throbbing club of a cock, while his mouth zeroed in on its target.

His wet mouth engulfed my fuck stick as he started blowing me. I very quickly remembered just how expert he was at the art of oral pleasure and I moaned as his mouth went all the way down to my pubic bone on the first slide down my pole. I grabbed both sides of his head, lacing my fingers into his thick auburn hair and started to face fuck his sexy face. From somewhere poppers had appeared. He pulled off my cock and took a couple of huffs, handing them to me as he dove back onto my dick like a madman. The poppers had turned him into a slobbering cock-sucking faggot who was trying to inhale my whole cock to make me cum. But I had other ideas.

He worked it hard, but before he could get me off I pulled free from his gaping mouth and pulled him up, while at the same time proceeding to drop to my knees. As I got closer to the cum stained floor, the smell of stale cum and poppers began wafting around my head like an aphrodisiac, making me even hornier than I already was. I spun Mel around, slid my arm up his back and pushed his upper torso against the wall, while pulling his ass back to my face, and just before diving in I took two giant hits of poppers. Now I was fully in the zone, and completely sex-crazed, as I spread his sweaty cheeks like a man with just one goal. My tongue zeroed in on his puffy pink hole, and then I dove.

Edited July 12, 2020 by SFCumdog

[SFCumdog]

On contact, a loud moan escaped his chest. I knew I must be doing something right, so then I did even more. My thick tongue speared through the ring of his ass like a cock trying to fuck a virgin hole. I began tonguing him out for all I was worth… on a popper high, and on a mission. I love eating ass and find it still the best way to truly prep a hole for invasion, and he tasted great. So, I kept blowing spit into his hungry hole to get it wet as it continued to just keep opening up further and further for me. The moans of approval kept increasing in volume as I worked that hole. At one point he had his hand on the back of my head trying to push my face in even further as he ground his ass back against my tongue. Fifteen minutes passed when I knew I had my tongue in his ass as far as I could physically get it. The time was now right. I reached up and handed him the poppers and told him to take some good huffs of them.

I quickly rose up behind him while he was huffing away, spit on my cock, and lined it up to his previously unavailable hole. Just as he was screwing the poppers cap back on, I pushed forward. The fifteen minutes of making mad love to his juicy boyhole had paid off, as my raw cockhead breached his ring and begin to slide on into his hole.

Remembering past history, I took no chances. I plowed forward as fast and as steady as I possibly could, while pushing his ass along with the rest of his body tight up against the bookstore wall. This way he was pinned between me, and it, and had nowhere he could pull of it to.

There was in his body what felt like a moment’s hesitation, but then I felt again that slackness of submission… that feeling when a boy just gives in and takes what he knows is coming. And as soon as I felt that I seized my opportunity and pushed all the rest of the way home. It may have taken awhile, but damn, did his kunt finally feel good. It fit my cock like a glove. And when I finally bottomed out in his hole, I gave an extra shove just for good measure so that he knew I was hilted fully in place. My sword was in his scabbard. The sound of the last wind getting knocked out of his lungs was my signal to let loose.

I told him to take some more poppers and then to give the bottle to me. I took some heavy hits too, and while we were both feeling that popper rush, I laid into his ass and gave him the fucking that I had always wanted to give him. I pistoned in and out of his ass like a porn star. And he had one of those self-lubricating holes. The harder I fucked him, the wetter it got, which I love. To say that I brutalized that hole was an understatement. I plowed him to within an inch of his life, all the while pulling his head back by his thick hair and kissing him. I even bit his neck while I fucked him and gave him a hicky at a place that would be very obvious afterwards. And he just submissively left me do it like the obedient little bottom that I had already known that he was.

Our coupling probably went on for a good twenty minutes. By this time, everyone in the place knew exactly what we were doing. I didn’t really care how loud I was getting. I WANTED everyone standing out side those booths to know EXACTLY what was going on inside… partly so they would wish it was them in there with me, but mostly because when we were done, I wanted them to know that that bottom bitch had been fucked royally. That was his cost for never having given me what he knew I so badly wanted.

As I started to feel the cumload building up in my overstuffed nuts, he still had not shown the slightest glimmer of recognition as to who this was that was plowing his ass. So I decided to put my end-game strategy in play. I started asking him if he liked how my cock felt in his hole. And when he didn’t answer fast enough, or appropriately, I’d slap his milky white ass till I got the correct response, provided loudly enough. Everyone outside could hear what he was saying.

In the pale light of that video booth the bright red handprints on his ass almost glowed and I got off on how it looked. Eventually he began to respond correctly, and loudly. So I asked him if he liked my fat cock. I asked him if it felt good plowing in and outta his kunt. I asked him if he liked getting Daddy fucked in dirty bookstore booths. All of which he answered yes to. Finally, I asked him if he liked raw cock barebacking his hole. I had to smack his ass hard to get him to answer that question, but when he did, he grunted out a loud YES. And that sent me over the edge.

I grabbed hold of his hips, and started my final pile drive into his slutty ass, while he grabbed his cock and started stroking it for all he was worth. He knew I was close and he wanted to cum with me. Just as I felt my balls about ready to jettison my pent up load up and out outta my cock and into his hungry hole, I grabbed him again by the hair and pulled his head back, and I leaned slightly forward to where he his ear was close to my mouth, and as I erupted like a volcano into his sucking, grasping hole, I whispered just loudly enough into his ear Take…My… Dirty… Load… Mel.

Edited July 12, 2020 by SFCumdog

[hrbigbelly]

Wish I was Mel.

[randyrawman]

Fucking hot writing...totally shot my load.

[sleazebugga]

Hot writing! More please

[Guest]

HOT! I am curious to find out how "Mel" reacts to the dirty load that just got planted deep in his guts...🤔