My Blindfolded Bareback Fuckfest

Hello again, after a very dry spell over Christmas and new year in January I met a guy via Grindr. I went round to his house two days running and he fucked me so deeply. After the second visit he asked me if I would be interested in meeting for a group fuck.

Of course I drooled a yes to him. He said he would sort it out for the last weekend of the month.

He said he would invite round as many guys as he could get together. I told him it was all OK and that I would be very happy to take as many men as he could get.

I told him I didn’t mind if I was drained of jizz over and over and I didn’t care if I was tired and sore afterwards. He said I was a truly slutty little puppy and I told him of course I was.

I’m just a young gay male who loves getting pounded. What is wrong in that?

For the rest of the month my mind wandered to what might happen at this party, I dreamed of guzzling down load after creamy load. I wanted it; I needed to prove to myself that I’m just a dirty little cum slut with a whore’s asshole. I had to do it, I had to bend myself for these men, and I had to allow them to do whatever the fuck they wanted to me.

I was theirs. They were my masters. They were gods who were going to fill me with their seed. Every time I thought of the upcoming party I got hard and wet straight away. I would be sat on the bus travelling to town and my boner would be pushing tight against the inside of my jeans.

I thought I'm just a little slutty toy for him and his friends, just a cum puppy to pass around, to tease, play with, to use and abuse.

Over the years I’ve learnt how to suck cock very well, how to deep throat dick without choking, how to lay back and relax my boy pussy for all men’s cocks, to keep going even after they've cum, to hold back my own cum until permission is given.

I’ve always made sure I’ve learn how to enjoy the generosity of these men who so kindly have given me the gift of their huge cocks deep inside me.

On the day of the party I arrived early and the host greeted me at the door and roughly dragged me inside. He told me he had managed to get some men together but he wouldn’t tell me how many.

He led me upstairs to the bedroom. On the double bed were some leg and wrist straps.

He made me strip and lie face down. He put a couple of pillows under me so my butt was up in the air and then he tied my hands and ankles to the bed.

Then he lay across me and put two cotton balls over each of my eyes and then with gaffer tape he taped my eyes tightly shut.

Then I waited. My hard dick throbbing underneath me, I was so excited.

I heard voices coming up the stairs, and then I heard three of maybe four male voices. They were checking out their prize. Hands and fingers explored me. Fully deep into my asshole and forced into my mouth.

Then the fucking began, I felt a heavy body push me down into the bed and he started.

Heavy quick jabs inside me with his dick. He called me a dirty slut and said I was worthless and this was all that I was good for. I agreed, but as I spoke he hit me sharply across the back of the head. I was told to shut up and to know my place. I stayed silent for the rest of the night.

After I felt three different body weights and types forcing me downward into the bed the host left the room. I heard him leaving and telling the others that more guys had arrived.

Maybe an hour later I had been fucked over and over by many different men. I’ve no idea by how many. They took turns in my asshole and mouth.

I swallowed their cum and then piss. My belly extended from all of the creamy loads and yummy tasting piss.

My butt was awash with jizz and I could felt it dripping down between my legs and under me, covering the back of my balls.

This was paradise to me. This is what I’ve dreamt about for the whole month and of course longer.

I lost count of how many loads I had taken and how many times I was fucked. I’ve no idea of how many men was there that night. I know it was far more that ten different voices.

All calling me names and telling me what a dirty slut and cum hungry whore I was.

They were all correct of course. I am.

I felt the tape rip from my face and my arms and legs untied. I had my clothes thrown at me and I was ordered to leave. I dressed as I went down the stairs.

The host told me I had done very well. I asked if it could happen again, I was sore and dripping, but I wanted more. He told me that I was damaged goods now. But that he would see.

I hope I go again. I’ll keep dreaming.

Catch you later XXXX.

Jamie the Slave Boy

I went round to a guy’s house. I had met him off Grindr and had been with him a couple of times in the public toilets in the park. But this time he asked me round to his house. I drove to his house and parked outside it was a large house and I thought I might have got the wrong address because whoever lived there must have had money to burn.

He answered the door in a long red robe and once I was inside he took me by the hand like a child up the stairs to a large bedroom at the back of the house.

There weren’t a lot of things in the room, a bed and a few tables and that was it really. The lights were quite low and I had trouble seeing what was on the tables by the window.

He asked me if I was going to be a good boy, I told him I was always a good boy. This, of course, isn’t the truth. I always try to be as naughty as I possibly can, as often as I can.

He stood me in the middle of the room and then sat down on the edge of the bed. He called me boy.

He ordered me to strip for him, shirt first, then trousers then socks and finally underwear. I stood there a little bit unsure what was going to happen as he was still clothed in his long red robe.

I put my hand down to my cock and touched it for a second, I did it without thinking. His face was red with rage. “Did I tell you, you could touch your willy?”

I told him I was sorry. I was starting to see how this evening was going to play out. I was the naughty slave boy. My mind raced at the thoughts of what might be coming up, my dick got ahead of me and I became enlarged.

I held my hands down by my side. He told me to get down on my hands and knees and to crawl over to him on all fours. When I reached him he lay one hand down on the top on my head and ruffled my hair.

“Good doggy” he said.

My master then pulled me over his knee face down and began to smooth his hand over my buttocks.

He told me how beautiful and round my butt was, telling me how it was a perfect bottom.

He had raised his hand up high and slapped it down. The pain and pleasure hit me with a wave up my body. After each hit it was then a swift grab at my butt, with a handful of my buttock and run of his hand over the skin.

He stood up, which made me fall to the floor. He called me a silly doggy and then in his hand from one of the tables was a shiny pink leather dog collar.

“You are going to look such a little faggot queer boy in this, come here and I will be kind and put it on for you”

I crawled over on my knees and he fixed the buckles around my neck. Tightly, I felt the collar bite into the skin on my neck. Then a dog lead was in his hand. He fastened it to the collar.

I walked me around the room. Jerking hard on the lead and I struggled to keep pace with him.

He was saying things like good doggy and well done boy. Patting my head and reaching down and smoothing his hands down over my buttocks as if I was hairy and he was levelling it down.

He told me I was allowed on the bed and that he had something else for me. I got up and wiggled my bum at him.

From his table of toys he took a rubber dog tail butt plug. My eyes must have lit up, because he asked me if I was excited. I nodded yes, being a good dog I didn’t speak.

He spat into my butt crack and fingered some of his self made lube into my hole. Then he commenced to push the bulbous butt plug up inside the soft walls of my anus. I felt my inner walls press and grasp at the toy as he pushed it in and out. I could feel it being pushed around within me.

In the end it was fully up and inside me, I wagged my new tail. My own human tail wagged underneath my belly, splashing precum up onto my belly and down over the tops of my legs.

The butt plug was hitting my inner spot just right.

He grabbed hold of the lead tight in his fist and with his other hand he reached under and tightly grabbed my cock and balls. He led me down off the bed and around the room. He again reached down and this time making a firm grip of my buttock. I could feel the heat on my butt; I knew they would be shiny red by now from all the slaps and tight grabs.

He twisted the tail around in my hole, tail up and tail down. I wagged my bum and the tail whenever he released his unyielding grip.

He got me to jump back onto the bed and with a sharp pop he pulled the butt plug from up inside of me. He threw it aside and from the table came another toy, one that looked just as exciting. It was a large black rubber dildo, as long as his forearm and just as meaty.

He spat on it and made me do the same. Then he got me to lick it up and down.

My master then stabbed me with it up inside my cunthole. In and out, again and again. My legs buckled with the shock and the passionate energy.

He again reached down and played with my balls, tightly gripping them. He got me off the bed once again. He undid the front of his red robe and for the first time I saw his swollen dick. Hard and hairless, smooth and engorged. With the lead still in one hand and the dildo still firmly up my asshole he took a dog’s drinking bowl from his table of goodies and dropped it to the floor.

He then began to piss into it, missing at first and hitting me full in the face. I opened my mouth but he told me not to be such a bad dog. He then held my head down to the bowl and forced me to lap at the urine. As I did this he reached under and jerked my cock.

Before I knew what was happening his dick was jammed into my mouth and down my throat. I choked on his dick the first few times. My spit became ropey and it slapped down his balls and onto his legs. But he calmed his tempo and I was able to properly suck him off, until he blew a hot salty load into my mouth and over my lips and face. He told me I was then allowed to jerk myself off. So I did, with his help. He held his face close to my cock as I blew, so he was able to catch it into his mouth. He then loomed over me and spat it into my face. I loved being humiliated.

I’ve seen him a few times since for other types of roleplay. I’ll share some with you if you like some other time.

Catch you later XXXX

My Blitzed Easter Fuckfest

It was Easter weekend and I had been such a good boy for so long that I felt like being bad. So I got my phone and went onto Grindr. Happily loads of guys out there wanted to be naughty boys with me. Message after message popped up. All offering to ram me and suck me. To abuse the shit out of me. Sadly few of them were local. Never a good willy around when you need one. And damn I needed one. My butthole was starved. It had been a month since I had last felt my tight walls pushed out and a thick juicy cock slide up into my hole.

I talked to a few guys. They offered me the same boring fuck. I needed that extra high. I needed to be destroyed. I talked to one guy I had met before he asked if I wanted to meet up with him and his mate in town at his mate’s apartment. He said treats would be on offer. I got dressed, made sure my hair was nice for the pleasant men and left, telling my mum I would be gone for the day.

I waiting down by the garages and the guy pulled up, I've no idea of his real name so I’ll call him Pete. He drove me into town in his little sports car. Driving like a mental person trying to escape before the doctors knew he was missing from the asylum.

Pete drove us to a tall posh apartment building in town. Huge glass windows and the kind of place I will never be able to afford to live in. He took us up in the lift, rubbing my back and butt as we got higher.

We walked down a long corridor and Pete knocked on a door. It opened and a very tall Swedish blond guy stood there in just his tiny bright red underwear. Fuck me he was hot. Pete is nice too, but this guy was amazing. He was tall with amazing thick, wide shoulders. Again I’ve no idea what his name is, so I’ll call him, Sam. I’ve no idea if that is a Swedish name or not.

They took me into a huge living room. A glass topped coffee table was at the centre of the room, with loads of nice looking goodies on it. There was a mug full of some weed, a tiny brown bottle with some white powder, a shot glass with some pills and booze. There was a hell of a lot of booze.
Sam blazed up a joint and passed it to me. It was only ten in the morning, but who am I to say no when free drugs are on offer.

Pete took his coat and shirt off and sat on the sofa checking out the room. Sam started to rub himself and sucked in huge lungs full of smoke and blowing it out in my direction. I sat down on the sofa and Sam sat at the other side of me. They both began to play with me. Untucking my shirt and running their hands over my chest and down into my pants.

Sam put his thumbs into each side of his underwear and in one movement slid them down and off, kicking them across the room. His massive cock popped up. The bulge I had been hoping for hadn't disappointed. He had a large cock and balls with a neat trimmed blond pubic region.

I dropped my head and took his cock in my mouth; Pete pulled at my shirt and took it off. He undid my pants and took my dick into his mouth. Sam lay back smoking his weed, blowing the smoke down into my face. A few minutes later I was naked and both were down on their knees as I lay on the sofa, smoking dope and having them take turns sucking at my leaking dick.

After a few bottles of beer I was rolled over and the two men took turns in my ass-hole. Two large bare cocks fought in and out of my opening. The pleasure waved into my soul. This is what I want for the rest of my life. Then Sam stood in front of my face and face fucked me. He took another beer bottle from the table, popped a pill down its neck and passed it over to me, I had no idea what the pill was I just swigged it down. My brain was on fire, I needed cock, as much cock as there was in the world. I felt amazing. A wave of gut punches of pleasure hit me over and over like a tide of gratification.

I was offered more weed, which seems to get stronger and stronger. The room was a cloud of weed smoke and red fiery sex streams coming off our bodies. Sam and Pete stood me up, my legs weren't my own. I was having trouble standing. They laughed as the fucked me, their white teeth so huge and friendly. I laughed too, this was incredible.

Then the tiny brown bottle of white powder was offered round. I took the most, sniffing it up into my nose. I wanted more. More drink, more weed, more of everything. I was stood by the huge windows looking out onto the city. They fucked me, pulled me and sucked my dick. I came over and over. As soon as one of us came we just carried on. Starting again, hour after hour. They filled my ass-hole with their cream, likewise my mouth. They held me tight in their arms and held my head steady as their jizz hit my face and ran down. I licked at them. I bit the air around me. I was gone.

I blacked out. I woke up in a bathroom, the salty smack of piss hitting my lips and going into my mouth. Sam had his fingers hooked into my mouth to keep it open and Pete was providing the piss.

They were laughing at me; I slipped in and out of consciousness. I would wake in a different room of the apartment. A bedroom with my hands tied behind my back and something large and rubbery jammed up inside my ass-hole. Back in the living area flat out of the floor rolling about giggling to myself as cameras flashed.  Each time I was awake I knew I was begging for more cock. I was pleading with them not to stop, to go faster, to start again. I didn't want this day to ever end.

I felt like a hundred men had filled my gut with their seed, it was just the two. I think.

The sky outside the huge windows grew darker and a storm rolled in. Rain lashed at the glass and when I was pressed face against it, it was cold and hard against my body. But I felt like I was made of light and I that my naked body could flutter through the particles of glass and out into the night’s sky. Never have I felt so free, so full and so loved.

I woke up dressed in a car. I was on a back seat laughing and Sam was driving. Pete was telling me it was time to sober up and go home. They showed me films of myself on their phones and cameras.

Things I have no memory of doing. I was screaming for cock. I was waving my arms around like a freak, telling them to fill my mouth with more piss. I was possessed.

I didn’t care the pain or how often I had been fucked. I just wanted more. My body hurt. I was empty and dry. Pete gave me bottled water and told me to drink from it. I sat outside the place where Pete had first picked me up for maybe a half hour, until they let me go. I walked to our block of flats. Unsteady on my feet, my head buzzing. I sat on the edge of the pavement and stared into the dark, black clouds. I waved at traffic a few times until I decided it wasn't getting any warmer so it was time to go home.

I got into the warm home and managed to sneak back into my bedroom. I lay on the bed. Exhausted, I reached down and realised my underwear had gone. Lost or taken as a trophy.

I've seen Pete a few times since. In toilets or at his place. But nothing will ever match up to that day in the apartment that danced with sex.

Catch you later XXXX.  

Fucked by a Stranger

Mum sent me off to the supermarket this afternoon for a small amount of shopping. As soon as I got there I, of course, sat on the car park and opened Grindr on my phone. The supermarket is a huge building out of town so not many local houses, so I didn't think I would get lucky at that time of day.

I've had guys here before but that was way back at the start of last year and that was only because during the evening shifts there are guys who use the car park as a pick up place.

They normally drive off together. They don’t use the supermarket itself like I do.

I saw a guy was, kind of, local to me and start to hit on him. We chatted for five minutes and I told him it would be worth his while if he came down to the supermarket and met me in the toilets.

He said he could make it down there in half an hour. So I ran around the shop like a loony getting the shopping for mum and quickly put it into my car. Thank fuck there wasn't any frozen foods on the list she had given me.

I then went to the gents toilets and waited. Few minutes later I got a message from the guy telling me he was there. I told him I was in the end cubical. There was a knock on the door and I let him in.

Mid 30s, tall, longish blond hair tied back. Strong top body shape. Very nice.  

I stood up, he dwarfed me. I'm such a short ass. I do love guys that tower over me. Powerful men, I crave them. I need to be in their arms and under their power. They need to own me and my body.

He twisted me around facing away from him and started to rub my dick in my underwear. My jeans were undone but my dick was away. He was kissing my neck. If a guy does anything to my neck I'm his no matter who the fuck he is.

He pulled down the back of my jeans and pants. My dick still trapped in the underwear at the front. His dick was out and I could feel it was very hard. He was pressing me into the wall of the cubical. I held my arms up and grabbed the top of the wall. With the full of his hand he smacked my right butt cheek. The pain, shock and the pleasure hit me deep down in my soul. Yes, I liked this one.

His dick was up and inside me before I knew what he was doing. It filled me. I’d be able to quickly look back a couple of times to see what was on offer. Damn it was meaty. Long fat fucking pole.

I felt it deep inside me and then the slamming started. Thank fuck the toilets were empty because he pounded me. A few of the hits slammed me against the wall so hard all the air in my body escaped and I became a bit light headed. Pound after pound. He was angry at my butthole for some reason and I loved it. 

I've been raped once before and that is a story for another time, but this was as near brutal as it will ever get without it being real rape.

A few moments later he came. Firing deep inside my hole.

And it was then a quick escape, he exited me, wiped himself with toilet paper and then pissed into the bowl beside us. Such a waste of piss.

Then he was gone. Leaving me to finger out the jizz, swallow it down and jerk off until I fired a load up the side wall. Beautiful.

Now as always after I've written up one of these events I need to bust my balls again.
Hope you do the same.
Catch you later.