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Hey guys - love public action, freeballing, showing off, and breeding and getting bred in public places. Have a group of guys all over LA that are into the same. Hit me up and let's set up some meet ups.

I have seen lately online a lot of promotion for setting up Gloryholes esp at squirt.org among others, it seems during this Corona period it is a reasonable safe substitute & options to having anonymous sex, who else has been thinking of going in this direction to visit or set up a Gloryhole ? Also making a Gloryhole is an interesting idea, i know if we would all contribute to this idea it would make life a lot more horny & bearable. I remember in my youth there were many Gloryholes to be found at outdoor toilets etc, but most toilets have been closed nowadays & only a few are still open in public locations, i have also considered to make a Gloryhole at places i visit like in shopping malls, train station toilets etc. The making of which is not rocket science but the instructions for making a Gloryhole can be found on Google quite easily, the basics needed for making a Gloryhole are : Rucksack to hold all your equipment that you will need. Rechargeable Drill + circular drill bit for cutting out a circular Gloryhole : don't make it too small so all sizes of cock will slide through the hole & don't make it too high up the wall, it is easier for taller guys to go lower then for shorter guys to stretch up to meet a too high Gloryhole. Making a hole from the height of your waist is normally a good location. Some sand paper to smooth out the hole that you make. Some duck tape for placing around the hole so to avoid sharp edges. A small dustpan & brush to clean up after you have made your Gloryhole. Who here is going to join me in making more Gloryholes, after the holes have been made then next obvious step is to advertise it's location. Would be cool to see a lot more Gloryholes around.

I had just moved to a new town in the UK and was looking for some sports clubs to join. Many years ago I used to do judo training and saw an advert for the local judo club, so I went down one evening and met the Sensei, John. He was a fit 50+ year old and really welcoming, and he told me to come down to a club evening, and he'd see how I got on to let me know which sessions would be most suitable for me. A few days later I went to a club night and had a great hour, getting back into judo. It was adults only full contact with throws and grappling, and I soon found I remembered most of what I'd been taught when I was young. John, true to his word, kept an eye on me and introduced me to lots of the other members. After the session, he told me that I should join the intermediates with a view to moving up into the advanced class soon. So for a few weeks, twice a week I went to the intermediate class and was really enjoying it. John then approached me and said he thought I was ready for the advanced class and so to come to that the next day, and to be honest I was quite nervous, but when I got there the 8 other guys were really welcoming, and we had a great session and workout. After the class was over, one of the guys, Pete, said that some of them usually went for a beer after judo and I would be welcome, so we showered up and headed to a local bar. At this point there were only 4 of, John, Pete, Andy and me, and we had a few beers and then the bar was due to close. Andy suggested we go to his apartment which was nearby for pizza and more beer, and we all agreed. At his apartment, we were drinking beer, and he suggested he put some porn on the TV. I didn't think much of it as he put some straight porn on, with a fit girl deep throating a well hung guy. We were all watching, drinking beer, and started discussing deep throating and whether we'd ever had our cocks sucked like that. All 3 of them claimed to have been deep-throated, and the conversation moved on to how hard it must be to deep throat. None of them knew I was bi, as I had only talked about my girlfriend. Pete said we should see how hard it is to deep throat with a vegetable, and Andy said he had his ex-wife's dildo, and we could try that. He went and got this massive 9" thick black dildo. The other 3 all tried to deep throat it and could barely get it in their mouths. When it was my turn, buzzed up by the beer and trying to show off to my new judo club friends, I gave it a proper try and couldn't quite get it down my throat on the first try and gagged. I pulled it out covered in thick saliva and tried again, at which point I got it right down my throat and pulled it out, looking very proud. What I hadn't realised was that this was a set-up and John had taken some photos of me on his phone, making it look like I was sucking a real big black cock. They showed me the photos and then said they wouldn't show them to anyone provided I suck them all off, as it was clear I was a good cocksucker. I was a bit drunk and was worried that they might show the photos round in my new town and my girlfriend might see, and I didn't mind sucking cock, so I agreed. Pete was first and had his cock out in seconds, he pushed me to my knees and thrust his 6 inches of uncut cock in my face. "Come on, cocksucker, get this down your throat," and he grabbed my head and thrust his cock in my mouth. I was now pretty horned up and got to work on his cock, deep throating him easily. He grabbed my head and face fucked me hard, all the time telling me I was his slutty cocksucker, and after only a minute of pretty violent face fucking with me gagging frequently. With thick saliva running down his cock and over his big balls, he pulled deep down my throat and held himself there as he pumped his load down my throat. Andy was next and had a similar sized cock but was much less violent, as he enjoyed being licked and sucked and seemed to prefer my working on his head. He lasted for a few minutes before he grabbed his cock, jerked himself a few times and then told me to open up as he shot his load all over my face and in my mouth hungry mouth. I was covered in his jizz, and he used the cock to wipe the cum around my face into my mouth, and then got me to clean his cock, and his spunk tasted so good. Last was sensei John, and despite his quite small size, his cock was massive, probably 8 inches and thick, and he was fully erect and hard as hell. He took control straight away, telling me to suck his balls first and then telling me exactly how to suck him, licking up his cock first to his cut head. Licking his head and looking straight into his eyes, as he demanded. Then taking him slowly but deep, down his shaft all the way and holding it there with my nose in his pubes while I gagged a bit, then slowly out for a few breaths before repeating. Three or four minutes of this got him very excited, and he started getting faster, and deep down my throat his shaft went. Then he pulled out and then straight back in, getting faster and faster, and he insisted I was not allowed to use my hands at all, so was at the mercy of him just pulling his cock into my mouth as deep and fast as he liked. His speed got faster and faster until he started groaning that he was going to cum, and he pulled my face down his thick cock and held my nose on his pubes as he shot his load down my throat. Oh, fuck yes, I was loving this, a dominant, fit, hard man telling me exactly what to do. When he'd pulled out, he looked up at his buddies and asked them if they'd captured everything, and I then saw they'd filmed the whole thing. I was shocked and worried, however, they told me there was nothing to worry about, everyone in the advanced judo class was either married or had a girlfriend and all of them liked a bit of man on man action every so often. John had been sure I was bi or gay as soon as he met me, and so knew I would fit into their club. To ensure secrecy for everyone, John had videos of everyone either sucking cock or getting fucked, and I was just the latest member of their club. They then told me that as the newest member of the club, I was also the most junior and had to do exactly what I was told by the others until a new member was brought into the club. I soon found out that meant that until a new member is inducted, which still hasn't happened, and that I would be their fuck and suck toy whenever they wanted, but more of that in another story.

I walked into the restroom at the department store, I just needed to urinate, but the urinal had a plastic bag over it and an “out of order” sign. There is nothing so urgent like needing to pee. So, I went into the stall, and sat down on the toilet, to pee. I quickly noticed the sound of the guy in the next stall, jacking his cock. I put my cell phone down, so it could see what was going on in the stall next to me. I saw a very nice hard cock, which was longer than I had ever seen, in person. I had always thought that the pictures on the internet were “doctored” to look larger. But there it was in my cell phone screen, the biggest cock I had ever seen in person. Also, there was pre-cum oozing from the head, and it was dripping down the guy's fingers which were around his cock and slowly jacking it. I wanted to touch it and feel a cock that size. So, I lowered my hand and moved my fingers, so the guy would see them. After a couple of minutes, he stopped jacking his cock. He had some paper towels that he put on the floor. He got on his knees, and then that big cock appeared under the stall wall. I put my hand around that big cock, and he pushed it under the stall. This was a nice cock, a large ridge around the head of the cock, a long shaft, and pre-cum dripping from the head of his cock. I stopped worrying that someone would come in the stall and be able to tell that we were fucking. I got on my knees, with my butt toward the partition. Then, I bent my knees and lowered by butt down, until I felt the warm pre-cum from his cock on my butt cheek. His pre-cum was literally forming a river down my lower back, then into my butt crack, running down to my hole, then below onto my balls, and finally dripping onto the floor. He put his cock on my back and a river of pre-cum began to run down my back. He whispered, “can I put it inside you?” I didn’t say anything, I just reached back with both hands, then put my fingers in my ass crack, and pulled my crack open, exposing my hole to him. He shifted on his knees, then I felt the wet, slippery, head of his pre-cum soaked cock head slide down my ass crack, and stop right at my hole. That cock head felt good, and I used my fingers to open my crack even more. He pressed his cock head on my hole, and it was so slippery, it opened my hole and slowly pushed inside. That nice cock shaft followed, and the head of his cock rubbed on my prostate, and I moaned, “oh, oh, yes”. That head of his cock on my prostate felt so good, that I started to rock back and forth, that made his cock head rub and rub against my prostate. I could tell that I was going to cum very soon with that warm, wet, slippery stimulation of my prostate. Soon, he took over and started to slide is cock in and out of my hole. First, not very deep, then deeper and deeper inside me. He whispered, “I’ve never had my cock inside a guy before, but this feels so good, and I’m getting close to cumming. Do you want me to pull out?” I whispered back, “no, please push your cock deep inside me when you start to cum, I want to feel you filling me with all of your cum." After just a few more pushes of his cock inside me, I started to feel that nice sensation, that I was getting close to cumming. I moaned quietly, and then I heard him moan. He pushed his very hard cock deep in my hole, rubbing the enlarged head against my prostate. I couldn’t hold back any longer, and I didn’t want to hold back, my cock began to squirt cum onto the restroom floor. At the same time, I felt the first throb of his cock and that nice big squirt of his cum inside me. He kept fucking me while he was cumming, so there we both were, squirting cum, his inside me and mine onto the restroom floor. His cock kept squirting inside me, after my cock had emptied my cum. Then, when he finished, he pushed his cock inside me all the way, so I could feel his pubic hair against my butt. We just stayed in that position, enjoying the “afterglow” of our sexual experience. After a minute or so, we both heard footsteps approaching the door to the restroom. We both got up and sat down on the toilet seats, just as the door opened. The guy walked to the urinal and proceeded to urinate. He seemed to have a bigger bladder than me because we could hear the liquid from his cock pouring into the urinal, for quite some time. When he finished, we heard his zipper go up, and I expected him to exit from the restroom. Instead, he whispered, “I know what you guys have been doing in here. I’m a clerk in the department next to the restrooms, and I saw you each come in, and then neither of you came out. So, I wanted to let you know that I have a small cot back in the back room of the department, and there is a lock on the door. To be continued.

I celebrated my birthday on the Monday before our normal Wednesday golf outing. Most of the previous weeks had been the same old thing. Play nine holes, return to the neighborhood and submit to Wes and/or Jim or Roger. Either way, my weekly appetite for cum was being satisfied more than it ever had been in my entire life. On Wednesday, I pulled into the driveway and noticed that Jim and Roger had already arrived. Usually, they met us at the course, so I had no idea what was going on. I walked through the garage and Wes met me at the threshold to the kitchen. He told me to strip and, as usual, he fastened the dog collar around my neck. This was going to be a different kind of golf outing. I was paraded, naked, past Jim and Roger, who were sitting in the living room drinking an early beer. When I slowed, Wes pulled my leash and let me know that I needed to continue to follow him. He led me into the playroom with the massage table and ordered me to assume my usual position. Then, after placing a cushion below my waist to lift my ass, he secured my arms and legs to the table. Once I was secure, he began lubing my ass with some type of oil that had been warmed. As usual, he began fingering me and had me thinking that today, I might be losing my virginity to him, or the others, or to all of them. I wasn’t sure I was ready for that. Then, he slowly worked something into my ass. It was larger than the vibrator that had been in there months before. This one was big, and it took me a while to get used to it. Once my ass was filled, he invited the others into the room to see their sub, helplessly affixed to the table, with my ass in the air and my head in position to please whoever stood in front of me. I felt embarrassed to be displayed in front of them like this, but I also felt that submissive charge course through me knowing that they were looking at a complete cum slut in front of them, helpless and open to their desires. As usual, I was blindfolded, but knew when Wes took his familiar position in front of me and began slapping his semi-erect cock against my cheeks. I leaned my head back, opened my mouth, and he stuffed the top third inside of me. While this was beginning, I could hear Roger and Jim dropping their shorts and shirts. Then it started. Once I began giving Wes my patented tongue treatment and felt his cock beginning to stiffen, he powered whatever he had shoved into my ass. This felt different from the other one he had used the two or three other times he attached me to his table. Instead of a wild vibration, this seemed like a very low-pitched hum, like a bass guitar would make. It was strong, though, and I immediately began squirming my hips and cock against the cushion used to display my ass to the guys. By now, I was slowly head bobbing Wes, and he was holding onto my ears to keep my actions under control. Then, he pulled out of my mouth and Jim proceeded to slide his already stiff erection in. I continued providing the same slow treatment to his cock as his hips swayed back and forth as if he were fucking my face. That’s when I suddenly felt Roger. He began rubbing my entire ass with more of the oil and worked his fingers into my crack and played all around the base of the shaft that was sticking into me. He also began rubbing the oil down my sack and reached under me to stroke my throbbing erection. While all of this was happening, the vibrations never changed, and they continued slowly driving me crazy from the bottom-up. Soon, Jim pulled his drooling cock out of my mouth. At the same time, they all unfastened me from the table and Wes told me to turn over on my back. I did as I was told, careful to keep my weight off of my ass, which was still filled by something large. Once on my back, my hands and feet were again fastened to the table. I don’t know how I managed to hold my position, but I laid on my back, my arms fastened above my head and my legs apart enough that Roger could easily access my sack and slowly stroke my cock. Between his hands and the incessant low hum of the vibration in my ass, I was completely out of control. Wes and Jim stood by each of my shoulders and slapped their now firm erections against my face from each side. I opened my mouth to try to catch one of them, but Wes held my head still. Then Roger changed his tactics. As someone changed the pitch of the buzzing in my ass, Roger began licking and sucking my cock. He was slow at first, but soon began working me over like he wanted me to cum, now. And I did. As soon as I started, he let go of my cock and I felt the hot strings of cum spurting across my stomach to my nipples. When I was finished, he didn’t stop beating my cock and the vibrations picked up into higher intensity. This was becoming torture, but I loved every second of it. As I was nearly coming out of my skin, I felt first Wes, and then Jim shooting their loads across my chest and stomach. Roger wasn’t far behind, beating his load onto my cock and pubic bone. I felt covered in cum. As everyone calmed down, Jim and Roger grabbed my legs and held them high while Wes pulled the device out of me. Then, they left me secured to the table while they disappeared into the other room to have a beer or two. I must have been laying there for 20 or 30 minutes by the time that Wes came back into the room. As he released me from the table, I could feel dried cum on my chest, belly and crotch, but the oil kept my ass cheeks sliding against each other in a wicked sexy sort of way. Wes removed my blindfold and paraded me once again past the guys on the way to the kitchen. And there, on the table, was a small birthday cake shaped like a cock and balls. They sang happy birthday to me, and we polished off the cake. Of course, they gave me the cock head as my piece. Then without cleaning me off, Wes had me dress for golf. I pulled my polo over the dried cum on my body and pulled my shorts over my slippery ass. I was glad I wore black shorts. We proceeded to the course, where all three of them berated me for being their cum slut, while I proceeded to kick their asses with my clubs. What a birthday! As I took a badly needed shower that afternoon and ran my fingers through my still slippery crack, I knew Wes was stretching my ass to be used by him, I just didn’t know when. That sent a shiver up my spine!

t was my first year of college, in the big city, independent and ready to explore. My class was a mixed group, studying Media, and I soon befriended a French girl, Marilyn, who was a mature student. She was pretty, always in 50s style dresses that showed ample cleavage, and she wore red lipstick with her hair in a black bob. I was a moody punk-goth. Slim and fit, with a couple of tattoos, one pierced ear and long bang, shaved at the sides. I only wore black jeans or combats with DM boots, and all my t-shirts had their sleeves cut off. I’d already had some experiences with guys my age, and older, and was exploring my secret love of cock. Marilyn and I spent hours at the student bar, sharing secrets. She loved asking me about my encounters with guys and encouraged me to share every detail, especially my games of strip poker with an older student at my previous college, which led to cocksucking and a very near fuck. I’d ended up naked on his bed with him rubbing his dick on my ass till he came all over my back and butt, but without ever penetrating me. After a few too many glasses of wine, I had confided in her that I desperately wanted to feel a man’s cock inside me, and she thought JP was the perfect guy to break me in gently. Marilyn told me about an ex-lecturer at the college who taught photography. He was in his mid 30s, gay, and loved younger inexperienced guys. He also liked to photograph them naked. She was desperate to set us up. I drunkenly agreed. That weekend, she took me to his apartment in the center of town. JP was handsome, blue-eyed with messy brown hair, about 6ft tall, slim and lean, wearing ripped jeans and a loose V-neck T-shirt with bare feet. He invited us into his large warehouse space. It was full of industrial furniture and decorated with large black and white photographic prints, mostly of naked girls and guys. Despite having a large dining table he arranged three cushions on the floor, and placed a bowl of snacks in the middle, with two bottles of red wine, and we sat down and started drinking. I looked around the room as we chatted. At the back of the lounge space was a side-room with a large day bed, separated from the room by an open d*Y(*YO*HOH. After a while, Marilyn excused herself and disappeared into another room. JP leaned in. “So Marilyn told me all about your encounters with other guys. I was very turned on, and was excited to meet you. She says you want to try more?” I told him about a few of my encounters and felt the blood filling my cock as we chatted and flirted, taking about all my first time sexual experiences. Marilyn hadn’t come back. Suddenly, JP stood up and offered me his hand. “So, I think it’s time to take you to the next level. Let’s go somewhere more comfortable”. He led me to the large day bedroom off the main lounge space. He didn’t bother to close the d*Y(*YO*HOHs as he stripped naked. I watched him undress. He was slim but very muscular with very little body fat. His body hair was light, and I watched his large cock unfold as he dropped his jeans and underwear. I undressed and joined him on the bed. “So, when you were playing with this guy at college, he lay on you and rubbed his dick on your ass until he came?” “Yes. It was intense.” “And did you want him inside you?” JP asked. “Yes, I did, but I think it was also his first time. He was as nervous as I was.” “Well, let’s start there” JP said. “If it’s ok with you, I’ll lie naked on top of you, and we’ll see what happens next”. I was surprised by his direct approach, but I liked that he was taking the lead. I lay on my stomach on the bed and waited nervously while he climbed gently on top of me. I felt his naked warm flesh on my back, and then he lowered his large dick into place, resting it perfectly between my exposed ass-cheeks. “Does that feel ok?” “Yes” I replied. “It feels nice” JP started moving his hips up and down, rubbing his dick along my ass crack, exactly as my friend had done before. The difference was that his dick was wet. He’d either added some spit or lube before climbing on top of me. Soon his cock was sliding right up against my hole. He moved down an inch or so, and I could feel every part of his cock against me, including his wet tip. I pushed back a little, opening my legs to give easier access. My dick was rock hard, pressed against the white sheets. He lay his full body weight on me and whispered into my ear. “So, do you wish my dick was inside you?” “Yes I do”. I whispered back. He lifted his upper body and maneuvered his dick into a better position, and I felt the tip of his cock push against my hole. I was tight, but he persisted. He barely got his tip inside me. I was so nervous. “Relax” he said. “I know how this feels. And you’re not my first virgin. The secret is to want my cock inside you. Do you want my dick in your ass?” “I do” I tried to relax. Slowly, his cock started to enter me. He was very patient, and pushed firmly but gently. After a while, he’d managed to get less than two inches into my hole before he met a second layer of resistance. “Ok” He said. “Now breathe and try to invite my dick inside you.” I wanted him so badly. He pushed in and I pushed back. Suddenly, his dick popped inside me another inch. I gasped a little. He started a new rhythm, pulling out of me half an inch and then pushing back an inch, slowly gaining depth with each gentle stroke. It took several minutes of patient work, but soon most of his large dick seemed to be inside me. He lowered himself back onto me. And whispered again. “Good. Now I’ll leave my dick inside you for a minute until you are completely relaxed”. We lay there for a couple of minutes, and soon any pain melted away. I pushed back onto his dick. He took the hint, and started to very gently fuck me. His strokes were gentle and slow, and very shallow. He barely moved in and out of me more than an inch, then two inches, and then three. It took a good five minutes of slow fucking before he lifted himself up again and started to give me his full length. Soon he was really fucking me, pulling out almost all of his large, thick dick before plunging it back inside. It burned a little, but I didn’t care. I was his. With his weight now off my back, I had the chance to move my head. It’d had been on the left side the whole time, and I needed to change position, so I lifted my head and flipped it to the right. As I looked out into the lounge area, I saw Marilyn sitting there, just 6 feet away in her underwear, on a dining chair. She had one hand in her panties and was playing with her pussy. She smiled at me and I smiled back. So that’s how she got her kicks. As JP fucked me, I imagined her view. A young punk college boy, pinned to the bed by a handsome older guy, plowing into his ass with a large, long cock. I closed my eyes and let myself enjoy the feeling of him owning my ass. Soon his pace quickened, and his breathing got heavy. I was now fully relaxed and all the pain had given way to pure pleasure. I pushed back every time he entered me. It was bliss. Then all of a sudden, he pulled out of me and I felt hot splashes of cum on my back. The first spurt landed between my shoulders while the rest fell onto my lower back, then my butt cheeks, and then onto my ass crack and hole. It was hot. Literally. Hot cum all over my ass. JP leaned over, grabbed a white towel and started to clean me up. He was gentle and thorough, and soon I was clean and completely spunk free. I was also rock hard. Marilyn had watched the whole thing, and I was pretty sure I’d heard her orgasm too. “Now you need to cum” offered JP. He got up from the bed and led me by the hand to where Marilyn was sitting. He stood me in front of her as she remained seated on the chair in her lingerie. My erect cock was pointed right at her. JP stood aside. Marilyn smiled up at me and leaned forward, taking my cock gently in one hand, she opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and started jerking my cock. She licked the tip of my dick a few times to make it wet, and then continued jerking me off with wet fingers, while she held her mouth open, lined in red lipstick and with her tongue still out like a landing strip, waiting for my spunk. I heard a clicking sound and looked over to my right. JP had a camera and was taking photos. I didn’t mind. He came in close-up and I heard the shutter taking multiple shots. I let myself go, and spurted hot cum directly into Marilyn’s mouth. The shutter clicked. Every drop went between her red lips, but she didn’t swallow, holding my cum in her mouth. She let a creamy white river run the length of her tongue until I was finished. More photos and clicks followed. JP pulled back, Marilyn closed her mouth, and swallowed my load. She looked up and winked at me. “So, who’s hungry?” Said JP. “ I have food in the oven”.

Greetings all you sexy hot men - just wondering here how many of you consider yourself to be a shameless exhibitionist & are happy & comfortable being naked in front of the lens ? Where is the most daring & riskiest place you have got naked & posed & dare you share your proof here ?? Just for the record I live in an apartment block with many communal corridors & shared spaces & now & again I get the urge to get naked & pose etc - so I'll start this is me being naked, comfortable & naughty in the privacy of my flat - who knows where the next set of selfies will be taken ??

I will be visiting tampa and st pete in august and would like to line up guys to hang with and swallow their cocks in both ends and more.... leather +++ hung +++

I live in an Asian country and train stations are notorious for crushing. On the train this guy had been eyeing me but he as with a group of friends and wasn’t too obvious. it’s fairly common for guys to be soliciting for sex at the train stations. I live a little out side they city so the station I got off was secluded. I arrived at my station and several people got off and that Asian guy with some of his friends too. I decided to head to the bathroom room because I needed to take a huge piss. There is only one urinal half outdoors and a squat toilet. I walk into the squater and take a piss. I walk out the door and there is that Asian dude about 5’10” taking a piss. I’m asssing my had and glancing over he staring at me and signals down to his cock. I kneel down and with out thinking I suck on his cock he’s getting hard and pulls out a condom. I’m pushed into the squater and he closes the door our eyes are locked and he know I want it. I pull my pants down and wet my hole with spit. He hawks a luggy and spits it right on my hole. He lines up a decently think cock and just glides in. I’m feeling the burn but it eases with all the spit and thick Luggy. Im grabbing onto the walls and he tells me I don’t need the condom and he pulls out and takes it off. With out skipping a beat. He back slides in without resistance and his balls are smacking my taint. After several minutes he says he wants to cum and that he can’t hold it. I tell him to just cum. He grabs my shirt and just unloads. I’m tightening my hole. He moaning and his cock is twitching his body shutters and he pulls out. He tells me to wait here, his roommate needs to nut, too. I’m starting to get anxious the well get caught. But I’m really horny at this point. Like a minute goes by and the door opens and a tall tanned dude with baseball gear on walk in. My heart is pounding. He closes the door and I go straight for his cock. I’m unbuckle and find he is still wearing his jock strap and cup I pull it off and suck his dick. He is sweaty and he’s got large balls. He’s getting hard and he then sticks his finger in my hole I winch and he shoves it deep. I stand up and turn around offering my hole to his throbbing cock. Even though I’ve already got a load it’s really painful as he pushes his way up my ass he is so deep and my eyes are rolling backwards I can feel his bare cock tightly as my hole takes it. He’s getting in some rythem and I put this dudes cup over my mouth and nose. The sweat and musk are intoxicatung. I’m inhaling as deeply as I can. Im lost in the moment as he pulls me tight and says I need to nut. I need to nut. He takes a deep breath and let’s out a muffled grunt the smell and his load just push me over the edge and I barely start to jerk and I’m coming all over the toilet. He puls out quickly and pulls up his pants and bolts out the door. I’m pulling myself together and and I’m high af, I realize I still got that dudes cup. I cover my cum driping cock with the cup and pull my underwear and pants up. I head out the door to head home. I try to act normal and avoid eye contact with anyone. Those two dudes are nowhere to be seen. I get on my scooter and head home. im fingering my wet hole as I speak. I fingering my wet hole. I hole they are negative, but I really would like to get another.

Hi this your your uk based confirmed bb pig here with a gripe !! When I first came out, 18yrs old, there were loads of public toilets everywhere & I soon discovered the joys of toilet sex, no matter what time of day or night it was, there're certain convenient toilets that were busy with men looking for cock, I remember having loads of hot times in them back then - lots of blow jobs, giving & receiving, there were even times when I got a good fucking & my home town being a University town there were no shortage of horny students who were looking for action !! There was one notorious toilet, near the prison ( ha! ) that had a reputation of being ultra busy at nights - I remember plenty of good times there, it contained 2 cubicles with glory holes on all sides & 1 long urinal - could get 8 men there side by side & the usual wall round the side and a large open space neat the wash basins - there was even the odd occasion when I ended up completely naked by the wash basins bent over and getting shafted by this lad while being watched by at least 5 others !! Oh the good times - but alas no more - there was a rush in the early 90's to pull all these toilets down & even close all the toilets in public parks !! Does anyone else think this was mean thing to do - such a risky exercise I know - police arrests & gay bashing - but if you timed it right & watched & waited - fuck the fun that took place was hot !!

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If you see me around, you'd probably never peg me for being such a naughty boy in the bedroom. I mean, I look like a fairly typical preppy Asian dork- 23yo, 5'11", 180lbs, 34" waist, glasses, wears abercrombie and GAP. But, as you'll gonna find out (and my exes can verify), I'm totally freaky in private. After all, the best way to keep your man happy is to be a kind gentleman in public and a nasty whore in private, right? Hehe. So, here's an encounter that happened about a year ago. Let me know if you guys are interested in hearing some of the more recent... episodes. ================= One day, in the afternoon, I was desperately horny from watching all the shirtless frat boys throw the Frisbee around on the grassy quad of the university. I tried jacking off, but even after cumming into my hand three times, I was still hungry- I had to taste some dick. So, I cleaned out my hole really good, rubbed some desensitizing gel on my dickhead, put on my black mesh jock and drove to a local adult bookstore known to have a few gloryholes in its arcade. (Just to be clear, my original intentions was only to go there to suck some dick. But, I like to finger myself while I did it. So, to avoid any messes, I just ritually clean out whenever my ass came into play. Also, while sucking, I get so horny that even a slight swipe of my own cock could make me shoot. That's why I numbed my dick and wear a jock.) After getting to the place around 5, I noticed that there were virtually no open street parking spots near the place. Being that there's typically only one suckable guy in the place once you reject the roaming trolls and other cocksuckers, I was pretty excited about this. So, I parked about a block away and walked to the bookstore. Once in the store, I greeted the youngish clerk with the obligatory straight boy head nod and checked out his bulge while he exchanged my five bucks for those damn coupons that all the adult bookstores use. Ya know, I'd totally slurp on that boy's rod, if he'd ever let me. Hmm, maybe I already have. After getting the coupons, I went into the dark and dank arcade. It was reasonably clean and well kept for such a place, no trash or urine on the floor. But, today, the hallway was almost completely filled with guys loitering around and about half of the booths had their doors closed and their red lights were on. I briskly walked down the hallway, towards the back of the arcade, as I casually checked out the guys. Most of them were Latino laborer types of various ages, but there were a few white guys there of the "middle-aged and married" type and the "professional late 20-something, just-want-to-get-my-dick-sucked" type. When I reached the very end of the arcade, there was a small crowd of guys standing around, not really doing anything. Out of the four booths that lined the back, the second from the right had its door open. I knew from experience that that particular booth had gloryholes on both sides. So, "Score!" I thought. I quickly slipped into the booth, sat down, put in a coupon, dropped my pants and waited for a dick to appear. Slowly, a medium (about 6"), light-skinned, semi-hard cock appeared in the gloryhole to the left. I got up and gave it a careful inspection to make sure that there's no open sores or what not, then I bent over and took it into my mouth. As I swirled my tongue around the head and slowly bopped up and down, feeling the dick get fully hard in my mouth, I felt something wet touch my hole. I immediately pulled off the dick in front of me to take a look. Apparently, a guy in the booth to the right had passed his entire hand through to the gloryhole and was stroking my cunt with his lubed middle finger. Being that I can't really see anything (the guy's wrist almost completely fills the gloryhole) and that I was almost ready to start doing exactly that myself, I turned back to the dick I was sucking on and went to work. The guy to the right of me was damn talented with his fingers. His lubed middle and index fingers slowly ventured around my hole, teasing it until it was practically wide open, then his middle finger slowly glide around just the inside, occasionally going slightly deeper. Also, he did this thing where he'd almost make this "come here" sign with his middle finger as it ventured deeper and shallower into my cunt. Focusing on the dick I was sucking on was all I could do to not completely impale myself onto this guy's hand. That's when the guy in my mouth started to cum. He shot about four or five good spurts, I swallowed it quickly. As I saw the guy to the left get dressed and exit his booth through the gloryhole, he was replaced by a nicely dressed white guy who literally just unzipped his pants, took it out and shoved it into my mouth while soft; it was a good thing that he's got a good size to begin with. As I slurped around the hardening cock in my mouth, the guy to the right kept on doing that "come here" thing with his middle finger while buried inside up to the second knuckle, which had made me unknowingly back my butt until it's almost right near gloryhole. I was just thinking, "Hey! I'm only sucking on the head of this nice seven incher..." when I felt it in my hole- The guy to the right had completely shoved his tongue in my pussy and was doing this alternating swirling/darting in-and-out combo that had me whimpering while completely pressing my ass up against the gloryhole. Just when I thought I was going to cum from the tongue fucking, the tongue disappeared. I was slightly annoyed, but just as I was gonna move forward to take in more of left guy's dick (after all, I'm a good bottom, I like to focus on my top's pleasure), the right guy slips his cock head into my hole. Holy fuck!! I moved forward to pull off, since I'd only barebacked with my exes in the past. But, as soon as I moved off his cock, the guy to the right immediately shoved his hand through the gloryhole and was gripping tightly onto my balls, not letting me get away. Very slowly, he pulled my ass back until it was nearly pressed up to the gloryhole. Then, with another quick change, his grip on my balls were replaced by his cock in my hole again.By this time, my hole was very relaxed and slippery, so his bare 6-7" dick felt really good pumping in and out at a moderate pace, especially with that warming lube he was using. I couldn't fight it anymore, I just let the guy fuck me while I sucked on the cock in front of me. After about twenty minutes, guy to the left quietly spurted a small load on my tongue, pulled out and left. Just as I was beginning to form coherent thought again from the cock overload, I felt the guy in my hole bury himself deep inside jerked a few times. "Dude! I'd taken a raw load through a gloryhole! I'm a cheap cum slut! What the fuck have I done?!", I thought. Slowly, the guy to the right pulled out of me and I heard his belt clink as he got dressed. His load was slowly leaking out of my hole, I reached back, got some of my finger and smelled it. It was warm, fresh sperm all right. A guy I didn't know had dumped baby batter up my cunt. Dammit, I fucked up big time. Suddenly, I felt a shake and heard the door to the right swing open and hit the wall as the guy left his booth. My wet, cummy hole tightened up instinctively as the cold burst of air came through the gloryhole. For the next few minutes, all I could hear was the guy saying something loudly to his buddies in Spanish, followed by a round of rowdy laughter and sounds of encouragement. Occasionally, I'd hear a few words that I know, like pinga (dick), culo(ass), puto(faggot/whore) and cabron(asshole). Although I couldn't understand what they were saying, I knew that that they were talking about me. As my ass slowly closed up from the cool air, I begin to come down from the rush of being banged anonymously like a cheap whore. I slowly straightened myself up, since my back hurt like bitch from being in that leaning and bent over position for so long. Just before I completely stand up, two fingers were rapidly shoved up my boy cunt to the second knuckle. I was totally surprised, since I didn't hear the door open or close on either adjacent booths. But, I'd hardly had time to gasp at the slight pain and surprise when the fingers hooked into my rectum and, together with a thumb on the outside, formed a very effective "handle". With a really hard tug, the hand in my butt pulled my hole until it was again pressed up on the gloryhole. The sudden (^*&^*&(& of that move cause my gasping mouth to be placed right in line with the other gloryhole. I saw it darken briefly and tasted some precum as a thick, stubby uncut dick was shoved into my mouth. I slipped my tongue under the foreskin to lap up all the precum accumulated there, while trying to stretch out my neck so I can get most of it in my mouth. Since I could get most of it in my mouth without gagging, I'd have to say that it was probably about six inches or so. That's when I felt something slippery and soft get rapidly rubbed/flicked across my slightly open hole, I couldn't help but moan into the cock I was sucking; apparently, I was quite loud, since I heard a brief burst of rowdy laughter and Spanish curse words echo outside my booth. After licking my hole for about five minutes, the tongue disappeared for about five seconds, only to be replaced by a huge piece of meat that went in in one hard thrust. My yelp was muffled by the dick in my mouth and it got the same reaction as earlier. Slowly, my hole relaxed around the big pole and the hard pounding that made the wall shook begun to feel real good... Man, that dick must have been at least 8.5", since my ex was 8" and even he didn't go deep enough to make it HURT. From that point on, I took four more dicks up my cunt and sucked on about half a dozen or so. I'm sure that some of the guys that I was sucking were the same ones who had taken a turn on my pussy, since I could taste warming lube, cum and my own ass juices on their cocks. I don't really know how long I spent in that booth, with my eyes rolled into the back of my head, being filled from both ends. But, after some time, the cocks stopped coming through the holes. So, I cleaned myself up and ventured out into the arcade. The place was practically completely empty when I got out- All the booths' doors were all partially open and all the lights were off. The only other person there was this youngish white guy leaning against the wall near the exit. I briefly thought about sucking him off, but I was really dizzy by that point. So, I simply exited the arcade and went home.

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A few days after my loadswap with Bryan at the gym, Angel picks me up in his Jeep to go buy some gear. On the way to the leather store, I tell him all about my seeding adventure with Bryan in the gym storeroom. “I loved watching him cum while trying not to scream out,” I say. “I’m going to be replaying that moment in my mind for years. It was like a performance.” “As it should be,” says Angel. Angel pulls up in front of the leather store, the appropriately named Skin2Skin and parks. “I’m proud of you, Randy,” he says. “For breeding that stud in the store room at the gym, man, and taking his load, too. And thanks for letting me know that room is there. I might have to make use of it myself sometime.” “I want more,” I say. Angel turns to me and smiles. “A cum junkie is born,” he says, laughing. “Have you done this with other guys?” I wonder. “Done what?” he asks. “Taken them under your wing like this.” “Not like you,” he insists. “I’ve never propositioned a client at the computer store before, like I did to you. I try to keep it professional at work, believe it or not. But there was something about you. I thought you were hot, yeah, but it was more than that. I felt like it was my duty to corrupt you, that that was something that needed to happen.” Hearing all this makes me feel amazing. I give his beefy thigh a squeeze and start to move it up to his crotch. “Well, I’m glad you did.” “Now, let’s go, horny boy,” he says, pulling my hand away. “Ron’s expecting us.” “Does he know I watched you guys on cam?” I say, getting out of the jeep. “He knows all about you,” says Angel, leading me into the store. “He’s been looking forward to this.” I thought Ron was hot on the webcam. In person, he’s an absolute fucking knockout; blondish-brown shaggy hair, a little scruff, golden California tan, and a few well-placed tattoos. He’s dressed in leather pants with red stripes down the side and a crotch pouch that unsnaps and a zipper up the crack for easy access. The pants hug his muscled legs and ass perfectly. On top, he wears a zip-up leather vest that’s half unzipped, revealing a pair of hairy, juicy pumped up pecs and nipples that obviously like to be played with. Both bulging biceps sport black leather bands. “Hey Angel,” he says, his voice deep and rich with just a hint of a California Valley Boy. “Is this the man of the hour?” “I’m Randy,” I say offering my hand. Ron gives it a good, firm shake. “You got a little while?” he asks. “I do,” I say. “Good,” says Ron. “It takes a little time to find the perfect fit. You don’t want to rush it.” For the next hour or so, I try on all kind of gear; from leather pants, chaps and harnesses to Lycra wrestling singlets to assless rubber briefs. Each time I step out of the fitting room, Angel and Ron give me the thumbs up or thumbs down. If a look gets a thumbs up, they usually grope their crotches, too. I can see Angel’s delicious dick nearly poking off of the top his Puma gym shorts. Ron’s fucktool is snaking down the left leg of his leather pants and every time I come out, it’s at little bit further down. I narrow down the items I want to buy one pair of leather pants with laces up the side, one pair of rubber chaps, a maroon and white N2N wrestling singlet, a Nasty Pig jockstrap, and a leather harness that really frames my pecs. I know I shouldn’t be spending this kind of money but it’s all so sexy, and Angel and Ron gave me such positive sexy feedback, that I can’t resist. “So what’s the damage?” I say, pulling out my credit card. “That depends,” says Ron, running his hand over the leather pants that top my stack of gear. “Oh, this is going to be good,” says Angel with a smirk. “Retail, you’re looking at $680,” says Ron. I let out a heavy sigh. “But I’ll take 10 percent off for every minute you can go without shooting your load once you’re in my ass.” “What?” I say. “You heard me,” says Ron. I had a feeling things might be headed this way. Breeding seems to just happen when Angel’s around. My cock gets instantly hard in my shorts. “And I’m here to keep both you fuckers honest,” says Angel gesturing to his digital wristwatch. “In that case,” I say, trying to rise to the occasion and call their bluff, “I’d like to add a couple of items.” I walk to the T-shirt rack and pick out the muscle T that says “LOADING ZONE” and grab a leather cock ring from the display by the register and toss it on top of my stack. “Get leathered up, stud,” says Ron, walking to the front door and putting the closed sign in the window. “Let’s drain those nuts and break in some of that gear.” Angel pulls the chaps and harness from my stack of purchases and shoves them at my chest. “You heard the man,” he says. “He wants you to fuck your cum into him.” Once I’m all geared up, Ron beckons us through one door into a cramped, cluttered office then opens yet another door behind the desk. “Step in to my fuckden,” he says with an evil smirk. Angel and I follow him inside. The room’s about 15 feet by 15 feet. Three of the walls are covered with an erotic mural of men of different body types and races, some geared up, some naked, all hot as fuck and all engaged in the act of giving or receiving semen. “You finished it,” says Angel admiringly. “Not quite,” says Ron. “One more wall left.” “That’s you,” I say, pointing a hot stud in the middle of the tangle of men. “So it is,” says Angel who clearly hasn’t seen it before. “Do I really make that face when I unload?” “Oh yeah,” says Ron. “It’s awesome. And the veins in your neck pop out just like that.” I was so distracted by the mural that I didn’t see Ron get down on his knees. Before you know it my cock is down his throat. He pulls off it after a few strokes and looks up at me. “I was going to suck you hard but you’re already hard as fuck,” says Ron. “So fuck it,” he says, unzipping the zipper that goes up his crack and exposing his hot hole, “get it ready for my ass and let’s seal this transaction with a little DNA.” Ron climbs up onto the leather-covered bed and pulls his legs up by his shoulders, exposing his perfect hairy hole to me. “You’re not going to last 30 seconds,” taunts Angel. “I know, I’m probably not,” I laugh, squirting some Spunk lube on my cock. I climb up on the bed and place my throbbing cockhead at Ron’s hole. “Just a second, Randy,” says Angel, setting the stopwatch on his wristwatch. “I’m so horned up, I don’t even remember what the rules are,” I stammer. “10 percent off per minute you don’t blow,” says Ron. “Starting…NOW!” says Angel pushing my ass forward and slamming me into Ron’s sweet hole. “Unnnnnnngh!” groans Ron, taken aback by the sudden invasion. “Oh God. Fuck, you feel good.” “So do you,” I say, already feeling a tingle in my balls. “This is going to be harder than I thought.” “Wait till he starts talking dirty,” says Angel. “Thirty seconds.” “I’m really good at it.” I manage to give Ron a few long, solid ass-strokes without feeling too much stirring in my gonads. But then Ron looks starts talking. “I know how full your balls are, Randy. Every time you disappeared in that dressing room, I stole a look through the curtain and watched them bouncing around, knowing that what was inside them was going to be inside me.” “Oh fuck,” I groan. “You’re so fucking hot.” “I can’t wait to feel you shoot in me,” he says, punctuating his words with contractions in his ass muscles. Oh shit, the tingling in my balls intensifies with each contraction. “I think you can wait,” I say, shifting my hips from side to side so I can go at that hot hole from differing angles. “The longer I go, the more money you lose…but the more pleasure you get. You want me to last, too, because you’re loving this cock inside you.” “One minute,” says Angel. “Ten…fucking…percent…off!” I say, punctuating each word with a balls-deep thrust, the last of which nearly costs me the whole ball game. “Cum fucker,” says Ron. I freeze right where I am. “Not quite there yet,” I say. “You can stop moving,” says Ron, “but you can’t pull out for more than a split second. That’s the rule.” Holding still seems to curtail my cumming…at least until Ron starts working his ass muscles again. “You can hold perfectly still, Randy. I’m still going to get your load,” growls Ron. “You know it and I know it. And wouldn’t you rather breed me while you were actually fucking than just holding still like a scared pussy?” I roll over on my back, keeping Ron impaled on my cock and let him ride me for a while. I normally tend not to come as easily in this position, but I feel like with a fuckstud like Ron working on my cock, no position is safe. I look up at him as he rides me and see that gorgeous Marlboro Man face, his sexy scruff flecked with hints of blonde and gray, his suckable nipples poking out of his leather vest. Jesus, he’s a fucking fantasy come to life. “You’re the kind of man I would see in a magazine and jack off over,” I gush. “And we all know I’m going to breed you. It’s just a matter of when.” “One minute, thirty seconds,” says Angel. Ron starts really bouncing up and down on my cock, working his ass muscles to try and milk out my load. I close my eyes and try think of things that aren’t sexy at all; nuns, car crashes, tax audits, Republicans, but it’s no use. He just feels too good. “Look at me, fucker,” says Ron. “Open your eyes and look at how good you’re making me feel.” When I open my eyes, I see Ron is holding his hard dick in one hand and the other is pulling a strand of precum from the head of it with his index finger. He shoves the finger in my mouth. “Slurp me down, Randy,” he commands. I do. It makes a loud slurpy sound as it hits my taste buds. “Fuck, sweet,” I say. “Two minutes,” says Angel. I throw Ron over on his side and spoon him while my cock pistons in and out of his perfect fuckhole. My balls are still churning but I’m able to edge myself pretty well. I’ll make it to 3 minutes, at least, I’m sure of it. At least I am until Ron starts talking again. “I’m going to keep your seed in me the rest of my shift,” he says. “And if any of my customers make a face, like they smell something, I’ll say, ‘That’s Randy’s cum. He blew a ton of it up my ass during lunchtime and it’s slowly oozing out.’ Then I’m going to take my finger to my hole and pull a big glob of it up to my mouth and eat it, right in front of them.” “Okay, two can play at this talking game,” I say to him, then start rattling off the Pledge of Allegiance, nursery rhymes, anything I can think of that doesn’t make me want to unload my fuckjuice right up this stud’s hole. “I think we need to shut Randy up,” says Angel, before crawling upon the bed and shoving his hard, dripping cock into my sputtering mouth. I want to spit it out and carry on talking but it just tastes too fucking good. Angel’s cock fits so well down my throat. I’m powerless over Angel’s cock. “Three minutes,” says Angel. “All right, I can live with that,” I say, pulling off Angel’s oozing dick. “I can’t wait anymore. I gotta breed this stud’s cumhole.” “Fuck yeah,” groans Ron. “Do it!” Angel hops off the bed, and pulls Ron’s legs up on his shoulders, placing his perfect pucker right at the head of my drooling dick. “Get ready for the cumflood, fucker,” I say between gritted teeth and slide my dick balls deep again. This new position feels better than any of the previous ones. I’m going to have to settle for 30% off because the only way I’d be able to last another minute is if a semi-truck drove through the room and knocked us apart from each other. “Come on, Randy,” growls Ron. “Fill me up with your stud sperm. I’ve been craving it all day. Thinking about how good it would feel when your cockhead starting expanding in me and those ropes up cum exploded all the way up my guts.” “Oh God, Ron,” I say, my hips taking on a life of their own as I pound and pound Ron’s perfect ass into the fuck bed, hearing the sexy squeak of the leather with every downstroke. “Breed me, breed me, breed me,” chants Ron, throwing his head from side to side. As I feel the cum start to evacuate my balls and race up my pistoning shaft, the images of all the studs on my mural blasting their loads flash through my mind like a rapid fire slide show. “I’m cumming, Ron. I’m cumming in your ass. Take…my….breed! Unnnnnngghhh. Unnnngh. Unnngh. Unnnnggh.” I let out a deep groan with every spurt of jizz that shoots into Ron’s guts. It seems to go on forever. “That was incredible,” I say, collapsing on top of him. “You were incredible,” says Ron. I pull out of Ron, watching a glob of my hot cum ooze out around my cockhead. “Thank you,” I say to Ron, then look to Angel. I climb down off the bed, assuming that the party’s over and it’s time for Skin2Skin to reopen it’s doors. “Randy, you’re really forgetting your manners,” says Angel. “What?” I say, clueless. “There are two sets of balls in this room that haven’t unloaded,” he explains, “but I guess you’re just about you now.” Angel laughs but I do feel a bit embarrassed. “Oh, I assumed you had to open the store back up so we were done,” I stammer. “We can take a little more time,” says Ron. “Especially since you barely lasted three minutes.” “Get on your back and spread that hole, fucker,” Angel says to me. “Hold on a second,” says Ron, running out of the room. He returns a few minutes later holding a skimpy pair of royal blue vintage Adidas running shorts. “Do me a favor. Lose the chaps and put these on,” he says, tossing me the shorts. “They belonged to the first guy I was ever with, the guy who got me hooked on breeding. He was a jock in school and lifeguard at the pool in my hometown when I was teenager. Brandon. He was seventeen and I was fifteen. He used to walk around in these all summer and he looked so fucking hot.” I strip out of the chaps and start to slip into the shorts. “They’re are all cummed up,” I say, stroking the crusty fabric. “At the end of the summer, before he went away to college, he jacked off in them and gave them to me,” says Ron. “And you’re going to add to it while I’m fucking you,” says Ron. “Hot,” I say. “How many loads would you say have been shot in these?” I ask as I feel my cock harden against the crusty nylon. “I just found them a couple of weeks ago when I went home for a visit,” so not that many yet. “Maybe twelve, not quite one a day, plus Brandon’s original load. My goal is for there to be hundreds.” I climb up on the bed and Ron grabs my legs and slides me down to the end of the bed so he can pound me standing up. Ron pulls the leg of the flimsy high-cut shorts to the side so can get at my hole then slides his 8-incher up and down my crack. Angel squirts lube onto Ron’s cock, then onto my ass and then next thing you know, Ron’s inside me. “Fuck, that feels incredible,” I say. “Good,” says Ron before sliding his dick completely out of my ass and then all the way back in. “Got a big load for you, too. I was in the middle of rubbing one out last night, maybe 20 seconds from cumming, when Angel called and said you were coming in today. So I thought, ‘I’m gonna save my juice for the newbie,’ and I stuck my cock back in my shorts and went to sleep.” “Fuck, yeah,” I say, stroking my cock in the shorts. “You gonna be able to cum again, Randy?” asks Angel. “He wants your load in those shorts.” “I’m already leaking,” I say, between groans. I see Angel disappear from my sightline. Soon enough, I feel his tongue on my ass right below where Ron’s dick is sliding in and out. “I wanna taste the tip,” says Angel. Ron pulls his dick from my ass and without missing a stroke, slides it down Angel’s throat. “Uuummmmm,” says Angel. Then it goes back in my ass, then back in Angel’s throat, ass, throat, ass throat, without missing a beat for at least a minute. Finally, Ron’s dick goes deep and stays deep and I hear Angel slurping at Ron’s ass, the ass I just flooded with my spunk a few minutes ago. “You tasting my spunk, Angel?” I ask. “Mmmm-hmmm,” he says, between slurps. “I gonna soup you up soon,” says Ron. “But I want you to soak those shorts before I cum or at the same time. You close?” “Getting there,” I say, jerking my cock against the sexy nylon. Angel moves on from his ass-to-mouth duty and climbs up on top of me, placing his hole right on my face. God, I love his hole. It’s just fucking perfect. I start darting my tongue in and out of his pucker while Ron starts picking up the pace. “Come on, fucker. You’re gonna take my breed,” he says, “and you’re going to spunk up those shorts for me. I know you got more cum in you. I know it.” “I wasn’t sure at first if I could,” I admit, pulling off Angel’s hole for a beat, “but now I know that I’m going to. You’re going to fuck it out of me.” “Get used to that idea, Randy,” says Angel, stroking his cock. “There have been times at Shudder where I was sure I was all cummed out and I ended up shooting like three more loads. You’re going to surprise yourself.” “Cum for me, fucker,” says Ron. “Just imagine the load I’m about to shoot into you is shooting right up your dick and out into those shorts.” “Oh God,” I say, feeling my sacs start to churn with the second cum, which is always more intense than the first. “It’s happening. Fuck me, Ron. Give me your fucking cum, stud.” Just then I feel Angel stick is hard dick next to mine in the shorts and start stroking them together. “Oh fuck,” he says, “looks like I’m going to be first. Oh fuck, I’m fucking shooting my spunk. Unnngh. Unnngh.” I feel Angel’s manload splatter all over my dick and hand inside the shorts. It’s hot and thick and chunky and it sends me over right the edge with him. “I’m fucking shooting, too!” I shout, this second orgasm even more intense that when I bred Ron. “Oh fuck…breed me, Ron…breed it out of me….fuckkkkkkkk!” “Here it comes, sexy,” says Ron, pulling his dick nearly all the way out, so I can feel the first spurt on my asslips, then sliding balls deep to unload the rest of his heavy fuckwad. “Feel that? It’s all going inside you. Every…last…fucking…. drop! Unghhhh. Unghhhh. Unghhhh!” Angel falls back on top of me, pressing my face against his heaving back muscles. A few minutes later, the three of us come back to earth. I feel Ron’s prick snake out of my ass. He pokes it into the shorts and adds the last dribbles of his spunk to mine and Angel’s. “Fuck, man,” says Ron, patting my cheeks. “That ass.” “Did I tell you?” laughs Angel. Holy shit, they’ve been talking about my ass behind my back. “Thanks, man,” I say, coolly. Damn, I always dreamed of being this kind of fuckstud, who has incredible cum drenched sex with superstuds all the fucking time, but I always thought it was just a fantasy. Now, thanks to Angel and my own fucking courage, I’m living it. As we untangle and start to get dress, I see Angel checking out a video on his iPhone. “Did you film some of that?” I ask. “Just the minute or so when you were breeding Ron,” he says. “We wanted to capture what you look like when you’re flooding a hot ass.” “For the mural,” explains Ron. I just smile.

We lie there together on the spooge-stained mattress for a while, then untangle ourselves and reluctantly slip back into our clothes. Before I leave the building, I turn around and look at the empty space and imagine it full of sweaty, primal man-fuckers. The thought of it makes me throb, even after I’ve dumped a huge load. Angel walks me out to the parking lot. “If you want some special gear to wear to the party, I can go with you to shop for it,” he says. “Like what?” “Chaps, a harness, a jock, some briefs with no ass, whatever you want,” he explains. “I get a discount. I have a friend who works at a place.” “A friend?” I say, cocking an eyebrow. “Yeah, a friend,” he says, “like you and I are friends. We hang out, we have fun, we swap things…stories…recipes…spunk.” “Let’s go in a couple of days,” I say. “I might not be able to walk tomorrow.” “I’m going to take that as a compliment,” smirks Angel. “Hold on, I got something in my car I want to give to you.” As Angel runs to his car, it notice the denim around his asscrack is darker than the fabric surrounding it. Could that be my fuckload? Is my manseed slowly leaking out of him? “Here,” he says, handing me a CD with no label. “What’s this?” “You’re probably going to want to work out extra hard before Shudder, not that you’re body’s not hot as fuck as it is. This is to help inspire you. Load it into your iPod and listen to it as you work out,” he advises me. “You probably won’t want to play it at any children’s birthday parties.” “Got it,” I say. “And don’t—I repeat, don’t--play it in your car on the way home,” he says. “I want you to be in a gym full of sweaty, pumped muscle fuckers when you hear it for the first time.” Angel laughs, imagining the moment. “Then text and tell me about it.” With that, he pushes me against my car and kisses me. I can still taste cum on his lips. “You did good today, Randy,” he says sweetly. “I can see it in your eyes. You’ve changed; there’s a confidence there, a kind of power. I’m proud of you.” “Thank you,” I say. I’m proud of me, too, because I’m not just dreaming it now. I’m living it. On the drive home, I get stuck behind an accident but I’m too blissfully worn out to care. To pass the time, I let some globs of cum seep out of my ass, reach into my sweats from the front, scoop it up and bring it to my lips. Each time I do this, my cock’s a little harder as my hand grazes past it. If other drivers notice, I don’t fucking care. The next morning, I wake up and for a few minutes, I wonder if everything that happened yesterday—the warehouse, the mattress, the marathon flip-fuck cum-swap with Angel—was just a dirty dream. But when I rise to walk to the bathroom, the sweet, hard-earned ache in my asshole says to me, “It happened, Randy. You fucking did it. It’s real.” I dress for the gym in a royal blue fitted Nike dry-fit tank and black nylon shorts that are cut a bit high to show off my cycler’s quads. I consider going commando but after what Angel said about the CD, I’m a little afraid not to. I load the disc Angel gave me into my Powerbook, that trusty, gleaming gadget that led me to my debauched destiny. The CD has ten tracks on it: 1) Where Do You Think I Want You to Shoot It? 2) Drop It Deep 3) Fuel Injected 4) Overflow / Lick It Up 5) Snowballer’s Chance in Hell 6) (Riding in on a) Carpet of Cum 7) How Many So Far? 8) Churn 9) Second Ring of Heaven 10) Deep Seeded Need I fight the temptation to listen and just transfer the tracks to my iPhone. I drive to the gym, check in and put my bag in a locker. I slip my earbuds in, check my appearance in the mirror—I look good. There’s a swagger there, I didn’t have before. From the back, I see my hard-earned V leading down to my glutes, which seem extra perky today. Could my butt be more toned from one breeding? I step onto the treadmill and lift my right foot on the sidebar, to stretch my hamstring before I jog my two-mile warm up. This stretch is another not-so-gentle reminder that my asshole is still deliciously sore from Angel. I press ‘Play,’ and wait. A warm synth pad fills my ears, then a tribal drumbeat kicks in on top of it. I’m thinking ‘Big deal, this is just a typical dance track,’ but then the vocal track kicks in. We’re not talking Rihanna or Ke$ha or some other dance diva of the moment. These vocals are pure testosterone. It’s men; full-throated, deep-voiced men, who were clearly recorded while in the act of fucking or getting fucked…or maybe fucking and getting fucked. My cock gets rockhard in my jock. It’s all so fucking loud and vulgar and hot that I quickly scan the gym floor to make sure know one else can hear it, that this is my little secret. I switch legs and keep listening to the cacophony of grunts and groans and moans and sighs, all artfully edited and looped together to form rhythm patterns and even melodies. Occasionally a word or phrase will pop out, like, “In me, fucker, in me,” “Breed it, baby,” or “Where do you think I want you to shoot it?” which is the title of this particular track. “What the fuck is on this CD?” I text Angel. I’m into my second mile, my cock so hard in my jock it hurts, when Angel texts me back. ‘Actual audio from Shudder parties.’ I imagine some hot teamster type running around the warehouse with a boom mic and a leaking dick hanging out of his cargo pants. ‘Genius,’ I text back. ‘Who put it together?’ ‘Oscar.’ ‘Who?’ ‘Bred me on cam for you.’ ‘Oh. Man of many talents.’ Have you gotten to ‘How Many So Far?’ It’s like Beyonce’s countdown song, but w/ loads. LOL.’ ‘Dick too hard to run. Hope you’re happy.’ I get off the treadmill and head to the free weight area. My dick stays rock hard through my workout as the hits just keep on coming. “Flood me, fucker, flood me. I feel it, I feel it shooting. Beg for it, boy. Beg. For. Seed.” Between sets of curls, I reach into my shorts and adjust my dick, so it’s pointing diagonally up. The leaking head is nearly popping out but it’s much more comfortable than the previous position. A track or two later--as robotic stud voice says, “Sperm Me,” over and over in my ears--I’m doing lat pulldowns when a tattooed Polynesian hunk in head-to-toe Underarmour flashes me a smile. I’ve seen this stud here before but never interacting with him. He’s an avid swimmer and I’ve often enjoyed watching him get out of the pool in his old school blue Adidas Speedo and strut those granite butt cheeks to the locker room but he’s always struck me as straight or unavailable. But that wasn’t a very straight smile. Sperm me sperm me sperm me sperm me. “What are you listening to?” he asks, between tricep push-downs. “You seem like you’re in another world.” “Is it that obvious?” I say. He nods. “It’s a hot mix of some sexy dance tracks a friend of mine put together. Very unique, one-of-a-kind kind of stuff.” “You know Oscar,” he says, with a grin. He tilts his head down and stares into my eyes, while his bulging tris contract and release. Oh shit, I think, we’re gonna fuck. I know it…right then. It’s fucking on. I’m going to be one of those guys I’ve always heard about and envied, those guys who fuck and breed at the gym. Who knows? I may have to start allotting extra time into my workouts for buttfucking. I’m sure this kind of thing happens to Angel and his posse all the time, but it’s excitingly novel to me. A hungry smile, a loaded look and few carefully selected words are uttered and bam, it’s fucktime. “Well, actually, I haven’t met Oscar, face to face,” I say, straddling the bench for another set of pull-downs, “but a friend of mine is a good friend of his so you know…” “There’s some kind of DNA connection there,” he says. “Bingo,” I say. When I stand up from the bench, I feel cool air on my cockhead but I’m not sure if it’s real and my dick’s popping out or in my mind because I’m so boned. I’m afraid to look so I just walk over to the guy and offer him my gloved hand. “I’m Randy,” I say. “Bryan,” he says, taking my hand in his and giving it a long leather-to-leather squeeze, “with a Y.” “You’ve heard Oscar’s mixes, I take it?” “Actually, no,” says Bryan. “But I’ve heard of Oscar’s mixes. I’ve always wanted to check them out.” “Come do crunches with me in the aerobics studio. You can have one earbud, I’ll have the other.” “God, that’s so intimate,” he says, with a laugh. “I know,” I say. We walk together to the aerobics room and sit on the floor facing the mirror. I put one earbud up to his right ear. “I’m going in, okay?” I whisper. “Please,” he says. I insert his earbud, then put the other in my left ear. “We have to stay close together,” I say. “Okay,” he says. I scroll through the titles I haven’t heard yet and pick “Churn.” Side by side, Bryan and I do work our ab muscles and listen to a slow burn of a jam, like if Sade had a cock. It features a recurring sample of what sounds like a wet, sloppy used asshole getting reamed for the umpteenth time. That’s probably exactly what that is. Turned on beyond words, we pour our libidos into our workouts and try to out sweat each other, matching each crunch to the beat as the track reaches it’s bellowing climax with a chorus of deep-voiced studs chanting, “Seed him! Seed him! Seed him! Seed him! Seed him! Seed him!” and then a lucky top groaning, “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuucckkk!” We fall back onto our backs and look up at the ceiling, which has a mirror on it that I’ve never noticed before. “Oh my God,” I gasp. “I think I was actually at that party,” remarks Bryan. “I think I was was one of the chanting guys. I don’t know whether I should sue or be flattered.” My eyes are glued to Bryan’s crotch in the mirror. His Underarmour tights look like they’re about to burst. Fuck, he’s packing. He does a series of small pelvic pumps, like a jackhammer then turns his head to face me. “Go move that curtain to the right,” he says, gesturing with his dimpled chin to a long piece of fabric that covers one of the side walls. “I would but I can’t get up. You know why.” “You think I can?” I ask. “At least you have regular shorts,” he says. “If I stand up, I could be arrested for public indecency.” I jump up and pull the curtain to reveal a door I’d never known was there. “See if it’s open,” he says. I do and it is. I look inside and discover a storeroom used for yoga mats, blocks, steps, etc. I look back and raise my eyebrows. “There’s a class in here in ten minutes,” he says. “If we go in, we can’t come out for at least an hour.” I think about the conference call I have for work in 45 minutes. Screw it. “I don’t have anywhere to be,” I say. “Except in those tights.” In one fluid movement, Bryan rises and darts into the storeroom, pulling me in with him and closing the door behind us. “Come over here,” he says, leading me to the corner where two stacks of plastic, shoulder-height step-aerobics steps form a barricade between the back wall and the door we entered through. He pulls me behind them, brings us both down to our knees and smiles. “Hey, fucker.” “Hey,” I say. “But what if the next class is a step class and they take our wall away?” “It’s yoga.” “You really know all the ins and outs around here,” I remark. “I used to teach spinning here,” he says. “Explains the ass,” I say. I reach around and put my hand on his Spandex covered ass. He gently moves it up to his lower back. “Just kiss me for a while,” he says. “Only kiss.” “Why?” I ask. “You’ll see.” Just then, the door opens and I hear the voice of two women; one I assume to be the instructor and the other, a student. They make small talk and grab mats from the stack that’s just in front of our wall of steps. All the while, Bryan and I kiss soft and gentle, not noisy, for obvious reasons. More yogis come in and grab mats. More kissing, our crotch bulges gently brushing against each other, back and forth. Finally, some New Age-y music kicks in and we hear the class start. Bryan pulls my shorts and jock down. My raging hard-on pops up and smacks my stomach. Just then, the door opens again. We duck down and freeze. A last-minute student grabs a mat, runs out and closes the door behind her. “Fucking latecomers,” I whisper. Bryan looks down at my rock hard cock. He taps his index finger on my leaking dickhead, then pulls it to his mouth. It connects in one long strand then snaps. He kisses me and I can taste my pre-cum. He pulls my shorts back up but pulls my dick off to the side of my jock then stands back to look at me. “I have a gym gear fetish,” he whispers, “and I’ve been wondering what your pretty cock would look like up against that silky nylon with no jock. Fuck, that’s nice,” he says. “Take a picture, it lasts longer,” I say, willing my dick to bob up and down in my shorts. “Fine,” Bryan says, before grabbing my iPhone, snapping a few pics of me with my gym shorts hard-on, and a few with my cock fully out. “My face showing?” “Yeah,” he says. “That a problem?” I’ve taken naked pictures of myself before, a few, but never with the face showing. “It’s not a problem,” I say. “True breeding fuckstuds are totally unapologetic,” I remember Angel saying to me yesterday during the afterglow on that cum-matted mattress. “They don’t care if people think they’re reckless whores because they know that deep down inside, everyone wishes that they could be that kind of free.” Bryan puts my iPhone down and goes down on my knob in one gulp. I stifle a moan. The yoga music isn’t nearly loud enough to drown out the kind of sounds I want to make. Bryan pulls his head off my cock, stands up and kisses me, deep and wet. I turn him around and grind my cock against his nylon-clad ass, caressing those pumped pecs beneath that skintight red Underarmour shirt. Fuck, they feel hot. I start to inch my hand around his waist to feel his amazing bulge. I touch cock way before I’m expecting to as it’s snaking halfway around his waist like a belt. “Holy shit,” I say. “Shhhh,” he says, laughing. When I crouch down to inspect his ass, I feel the soreness of my own ass. God, that’s incredible, experiencing a physical reminder of a recent red-hot fuckfest just as you’re about to embark on another one. I realize in that moment that life is about fucking--breeding and getting bred--and everything else that happens to us is just window dressing. I rub my hands all over his glorious nylon clad ass, then peel his tights down to reveal his rock hard globes. I spread them apart with my hands, then dive right onto his hole, tongue first. God, he tastes good, clean and warm and sweaty. I can tell me wants to shout all manner of indecencies at me, but instead he just breathes. I stand up and press my fuckstick into his crack. “I want in,” I breathe, then think, ‘Angel would be soooo proud of me.’ “I want you in,” he replies. “Give me a sec.” He skitters across the room, tights around his knees to the First Aid kit on the wall, digs behind a box of Band-Aids and produces a small tube of Wet. “From when I used to work here,” he explains. “It’s kind of old but who cares?” “Not me,” I say. Bryan gets my dick ready, being mindful not to use up all the lube. I’m guessing he wants us to flip but damn, my ass is sore. He removes the top few rows of steps so he can lay flat on the stack. I aim my cock at his sweet ass, touch the tip to his hole, then pause. “Hold on,” I say. “Were there any rubbers stashed in there?” “I didn’t see any,” he says, with a boyish shrug. “Oh well,” I say, then go balls deep in one long, slow stroke. Bryan lets out the loudest sound either of us has made since we entered the room, but it’s still not loud enough to be heard over the Enya playing in the next room. At least, I hope it’s not. It doesn’t take him long to get used to my dick. After a few slow strokes in and out, I bury it all the way in then slowly wiggle my hips back and forth, exploring every inch of his fuck chute. “God, you feel good,” he whispers. “Pound me.” I do just that, in long deliberate strokes, building up steam and then pulling back when I feel my balls start to pull up. Then when the need to seed dies down, I go back at it. I’m honing my skills with every fuck, I think. The mix of having control during sex and losing control during sex, the dance of that, is incredibly exciting to me. I want to be the kind of fucker who can masterfully take a partner and myself to the edge and over it—conscious of every stroke and caress—and also someone who is constantly surprised by new sensations and savage mindfucks. I want to develop mad-skills as a cocksman and still get taken to other worlds by a great fuck. After a solid few minutes of pounding, Bryan stands up, arches back and whispers, “You’re about to fuck the cum out of me and all over this equipment.” “And the problem with that is?” I whisper back. “It’s not where I want it to go,” he says. He wants to breed me, too. I had a feeling he wanted to. That’s what I want, too. My ass is still so tender from yesterday but man, this stud is beautiful and I really want his fuckload. Besides, when I recount this story to Angel and say, “Yeah, he wanted to breed me, too, but then I pussied out,” it would not go over well at all. “I was hoping you’d say that,” I say, pushing in balls deep again. “So take your hands off your cock so you don’t shoot. I’m going to pound till I breed and then you’re going to knock me up, too.” “Do it,” he says, laying his sweaty, humpy pecs down on the steps. Bam, bam, bam, bam. The only sounds in the room are the slapping of my churning balls on his ass, our breathing and the Middle-Eastern flavored music coming from the class outside. Bam, bam, bam, bam. I feel my nut coming on…less than ten bams from now. Oh, fuck, make that five. “Take it,” I say, so faintly that I’m not sure Bryan can even hear me. “Take my flood of cum.” I collapse down on top of his back, our sweat soaked nylon tops rubbing together. “It felt like about seven jets,” I whisper to Bryan, my mouth right next to his ear. “How many did you feel?” He turns his head so we’re nose to nose, looking into each other’s eyes. “Fifty,” he says. “Now it’s your turn.” “I want to on my back,” I say. “I want to look up at your hot chest…your sexy fucking face.” “Well, there’s one mat left,” he remarks. “How convenient.” I pull off my shorts and jock, lie down on the last yoga mat and lift my legs in the air. Bryan pulls the front of his tight tank over his head, so it’s stretched across his broad shoulders. His small brown nipples jut out from the mountains of his pecs. God, what a man. He pulls his tights up, so his cock is out but his ass is covered in spandex and looks down at me. “We got fifteen minutes, tops,” he says. “You want me to eat you or just fuck?” “Just fuck,” I say. “I think that’s for the best,” he says. “I just got back from a trip with my sister, where we shared a room. No privacy. I haven’t unloaded in a week.” “Oh fuck,” I sigh, imagining the monster load I’m going to be walking out of here with. Bryan grabs my iPhone, tosses one earbud at my face and puts the other in his ear. “We might not be able to be loud,” he whispers, “but they can.” I stick my ear bud in. He places the phone on my abs and presses play. The final 10-minutes track of Oscar’s megamix kicks in: “Deep Seeded Need” just as Bryan shoves his cock in me. A stud growling, “Seed me, I need it,” in a gravelly voice is sampled and replayed over and over. It becomes like a mantra as Bryan fucks me, carefully to never pull too far away so as not to disconnect us from the music. He leans down and shoves his tongue in my throat as the track builds. Seed me, I need it. Seed me, I need it. Seed me, I need it. When a fucker on the track warns, “You’re gonna get it, boy!” Bryan pulls back, nods his head up and down frantically, then hammers his 7-day jizzload straight into my guts, every rope seeming to spray out on the downbeat. A warmth spreads all over my insides, but I’m not sure if it’s literal or just in my mind. I’ve read other barebackers online describing the “jizzjoy” that comes with being a breeding hole. Now I know what they’re talking about. Bryan’s cum-shudder seems to go on for minutes. If we had fifteen minutes for that fuck, it’s like he knew to allot five for his orgasm. While watching him twitch and convulse, I understand something else about the Shudder philosophy. The men of this tribe know how to truly savor the breed. They make a show of it for whoever’s lucky enough to be on the receiving end of your load or in the room cheering you on or on the other end of that webcam with their own spurting dick in their hand. The party’s called Shudder so if you want to cum quietly, without making a spectacle of yourself, well, you’ve got the wrong party. The feeling of Bryan’s cummy cock snaking out of me is pure fucking heaven. Cumscent permeates the room. I could smell my load when I was getting fucked, but I thought it might have just been in my mind, part of the whole fuck frenzy. Now that we’ve both inseminated and we’re back on earth, the smell is undeniable. “Smells like fuckloads,” Bryan says, taking a big, sweet whiff. “Yeah,” I say. “About fifty of them.” At the same time, we both realize that it’s gone silent in the yoga room. “Oh no,” I whisper. Then we hear a chorus of “Namastes” followed by some light applause for the teacher. “Shit,” Bryan says. His cock bounces against his thighs leaving cum streaks as we scramble to get the steps stacked back up and then disappear behind them. The door opens just as we duck down. The class members stream in to dump their yoga mats. I notice a cum drop catch the light on our fuckmat just before the first class member’s mat plops down on top of it. I’m relieved it doesn’t make a squelching sound. As Bryan and I wait for the parade of yogis to end, we finger each other’s cum-slick assholes, lick our fingers, kiss each other and wallow in our own cumneed. “That class was really special for some reason,” one of the students says to the teacher. “There was a connectedness to it, a real fluidity.” ‘We’ve got your fluidity right here,’ I think to myself and smile at Bryan. “Thanks, Tami,” says the teacher, before shutting off the light. The last thing she says before shutting the door and leaving the studio is, “Does it smell like bleach in here to you?” Bryan and I cover each other’s cum-slick mouths to keep from cracking up. I lean back on the wall just so I can watch him pull all that Lycra back over himself. He’s not the only one with a gym gear fetish. I’m sure his cockhead is going to leave a cumstain on the front of his tights. Bryan knows that, too, and he doesn’t care. The pride, the exhibitionism, the flaunting of one’s sexual needs and desires is something that sets the Shudder crowd apart. They just fucking own it. I’m sure if the DMV let them, they’d all have customized license plates: “SPUNKSWAP,” “CUMMMMNME,” “JIZZTKR, “NVRWRAP’D.” And I’m on my way to being one of them. TO BE CONTINUED