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Aug 15

Daddy D, Part 2

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Part 1
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5


It was a couple of days after my evening with Daddy D. Since then we had been texting almost constantly, lots of pictures and dirty talk, the usual stuff. However, we were unable to meet up again as both of our places continued to be unavailable.

We weren’t going to let a silly thing like that stop us though.

We decided we would meet downtown. There are a few places there we could have some privacy, at least to walk around and talk. Nothing inappropriate of course, just innocently spending time together…

A nice, if not chilly, evening, I arrived downtown and parked before looking around for Daddy’s car. Once I spotted it I hopped in – we wanted some privacy after all, I just needed a place to keep my car for a few hours. We drove away from the skyscrapers and into a neighborhood. Daddy found a good secluded spot and parked, and we both got out to walk around a small lake nearby.

We strolled around the lake together. It was the early evening, the sun had just gone down and the streetlights were just turning on. As we walked, Daddy pulled a blunt from his pocket and lit it, and we passed it back and forth as we told each other stories from our pasts. He told me about what it was like in high school for him, while he was still in the closet. He was an athlete, which meant having to fuck a lot of girls. Hearing about that only made him hotter. Something about that “straight” guy mystique.

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New Pup

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Apparently this one posted to Nifty, but not here! Enjoy an extra story this week if you haven’t already read.

It was late one night when I first met a new pup, Leo. I was at a family event and chatting on Growlr, waiting for an acceptable moment to leave. You know, normal gay culture. A cute Latino cub, he and his husband lived nearby. Neither of them had much experience with kink, but were very interested in trying. Now, normally I’m a little hesitant to get involved with someone “new” to kink. Obviously, it’s important that the two of you can trust each other, and I’ve also had a few bad experiences with people who overestimated their interest. They don’t understand that when I say I’m going to tie them to my bed and fuck them stupid… they’re actually going to be tied down and fucked stupid.

But something about this pup was calling to me. So, once I can leave, I grab a Lyft and head to his place instead of going back to mine. I reach their apartment in the early evening, and Leo and I make our introductions after he let me in. His husband was working that night, so it was just be the two of us this time. Still, two new pups to play with.

Leo had rolled a few blunts for us, so I spark one up while as chatted. I don’t partake in a lot of substances, and you should always make sure you are in the right mindset and able to give proper consent when you are about to engage in some kinky play, but we wouldn’t be getting into anything too heavy, and weed just makes me really cuddly and handsy. Leo didn’t seem like he’d complain about that. As we smoked, we asked about each other’s personal lives, work, and kink. We had spoken earlier about some of what we were into, but I was still trying to read what it was Leo was looking for. I don’t think he even knew himself.

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Night Prowling

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Alright, this is the first story I’m putting trigger warnings on. This story contains a detailed account of the enactment of a rape fantasy. So if that is something you can’t handle, skip this story. Otherwise, hope you enjoy!


Once upon a time, I had a really great fuck buddy named T. T had moved away a few years prior, and I was left with only memories and the occasional ass pic to remember him by. But one day, I lucked out; T was driving back into town for the weekend, because he had a wedding to go to. Naturally, spending the weekend away from home meant seeking out a safe and reliable source of dick for the weekend.

Wait is that not normal?

We eagerly awaited our chance to finally release some of the tension we had built up together. Our schedules, however, did not seem to be as eager as we were. Between his wedding events and my own obligations, we were unable to find any time to get together before he left. Sad but understanding, I was prepared to end my weekend with my dick unsatisfied when late Sunday night I got a text from him. The wedding had just let out, and he was headed back to his hotel. He was staying an extra night, not wanting to drive back so late at night, and wanted to know if I would still be up for some fun.

Fuck yeah I was.

He sent me his motel address and room number, and we figured out when I should head over. We also talked about some of the particulars that our evening might entail of. Specifically, a fantasy of his that we had discussed several times before but were never able to enact – a rape fantasy. I know that may not be everyone’s cup-o-tea, so I understand if you quit reading here. All consensual, and very much wanted, he let me know he would leave the door unlocked, and was headed to bed.

I pulled into the motel a little after midnight. I took my time driving here, and strolled leisurely to the room. I wanted this to be as real as possible, which meant making sure T had fallen asleep since we had last spoken. I approached the door quietly, seeing it slightly ajar.

I very carefully open the door and closed it behind me, making sure to prevent the lock from clicking behind me. The room was dark, lit only by a light coming from the bathroom. I saw T’s form on the bed facing away from me, the sheets rising and falling with his breathing. I stood still for a moment, waiting for any indication that my entrance disturbed him. Once I was satisfied, I took in the rest of the room.

It was a small room with a single bed, but that’s all we needed it for. There was a couch next to the door and I moved towards it. I began to slowly and carefully strip my clothing, placing it on the couch in a pile. I sat for a moment and began to work my cock hard as I watched T sleep. Once erect, I crept over to the side of the bed and continued to stroke myself. I came up with an attack plan, and positioned myself accordingly before I attacked.

I quickly leapt onto the bed and covered his body with mine. Expectedly, he immediately began to fight back and try and buck me off. I wrapped an arm around his neck and grabbed one of his free hands to pin him.

“Shut the fuck up, bitch, I wanna fuck and you’re the lucky slut who gets to take it,” I growled in his ear, grinding my hard cock against him to make my point.

“No…stoAAAHHH,” he protested as I sunk my cock into his ass.

Biting at his ear, I listened to his whines and whimpers as I forced the rest of my dick into his hole. He struggled in vain against me, really putting up a fight. I appreciated the realism. I held him down as I began to fuck him hard and fast, not wanting to give him even a moment to recover. Shoving his face into a pillow to muffle his protests, I took my pleasure from his ass.

He was nice and tight, just like I remembered. And holy fuck was this whole scene hotter than I had anticipated. We had discussed this entire scenario before – and quite thoroughly at that. It always devolved into dirty talk of what exactly I was going to do to him. But in practice, I was always a little hesitant – this isn’t a kink for the faint of heart. So far though this has been one of the hottest experiences of my life.

I hope this doesn’t awaken anything in me…

The intensity of the situation started to get to me. I still had my arm around his neck, relentlessly thrusting down into him with all my weight. I could hear his whimpers and moans muffled by the pillow, his weak attempts at protest or to fight me off. Fuck… I was gonna cum, right now. With a loud groan, I exploded, slamming my cock home and breeding him deep. I continued pounding into him with each blast of cum until I collapsed in a heap atop his body.

I caught my breath as everything started coming back into focus. I could hear T below me doing the same.

“How you doing down there, boy?” I asked, checking in.

“That was fucking awesome, sir,” was his response.

I chuckled. “I’m just glad we finally managed to make it happen.”

“Me too, sir.”

We lay there a while longer, lazily chatting as we caught up. It wasn’t long, though, until I started getting hard again… and I knew T would absolutely be down for a round 2…

“I’m getting hard again, boy,” I informed him with a grind of my hips.

“Good thing you’re still here then, sir, huh?” he teased back.

I gave him a smack on the ass and moved from lying on him. I looked around the bed for only a second before grabbing him, forcing him to his knees, and turning him to face the wall. The wall with a full length mirror aimed right at us. I grabbed his hair roughly and pulled his head up, making him watch the exact moment I breached his ass once more.

I enjoyed seeing his mouth drop open and his eyes bulge as his already sore hole was filled to capacity once more. I wasted no time and began fucking him earnestly. Leaving one hand in his hair, I used the other to smack at his ass as I thrusted into him. I was in no rush, knowing my second nut would take some time to build up.

I kept his eyes trained on the mirror, making sure he watched every moment of himself getting thoroughly dominated. I climbed onto the mattress to fuck him at a higher angle, nailing his prostate and causing him to make noises loud enough to wake his neighbors. Glad I wasn’t the one staying overnight.

By the time I was nearing my orgasm, the both of us were totally drenched in sweat. The bed was squeaking in time with my thrusting, and any pretense of this being rape had long since flown out the window. I locked eyes with T, one hand tightly gripping his hair and the other on his hip, as I slammed home and filled him with load #2. I kept thrusting until I was drained, and pulled out with a wet sounding pop.

“Good boy. We definitely have to do this again next time you’re in town,” I said, smiling down at T before spanking his ass for good measure.

“Sir, I’m afraid I’m going to need you to fuck me like that far more often.”

I chuckled.

“Deal.”


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Married Cub, Part 2

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It had been a couple of months since I first met Rick & E at their pool party over the summer. During those months E and I met up a few more times so that I could make use of his mouth and ass. I was able to make it over once during the day, when it was just the two of us, fucking him in his marital bed once more, though with less of a time limit. Another evening, I brought over a friend and Rick watched as the two of us took turns using E’s ass.

Overall it was a lot of fun, but I was still feeling like I hadn’t really been able to show him exactly how capable I am in the bedroom. I needed to get him over to my place the next time. Want that home-field advantage. So, once we figured out a good night for the both of us, Rick sent E right over to service his daddy.

There was no need for introductions or pleasantries when he arrived. I let him in the door and led him straight up to my room. I sat down on the bed and looked over at him.

“Strip,” I told him, eyeing him hungrily.

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Aug 14

Daddy D, Part 1

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This story is going to be a bit of a departure from the rest: I take the role of the sub rather than the Dom.

I first met Daddy D on, what else, a “dating” app, late one Monday night. I was just leaving the apartment of a pup I owned at the time, after a nice long session of face and ass fucking. I was waiting on my Lyft when I saw I had a message a faceless profile. Normally that’s enough for me to not even bother with a response, but there was something about this guy. He thought my profile was interesting (it is) and complimented me on it.

We chatted about my pups and how my evening had gone, which is a story for another time. The conversation kept going and we talked about our turn ons, past relationships, and sexual prowess. The conversation went deeper and was better than I could have anticipated - before I knew it my Lyft driver was dropping me off. It was late, so we agreed to chat more tomorrow, and I headed to bed.

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dom-writes-old:
“ Visited the picnic table featured in “Jay” this weekend.
Aahh, memories…
”

dom-writes-old:

Visited the picnic table featured in “Jay” this weekend.

Aahh, memories…

Tex

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I’d love to tell you I’ve got a boy in every town, just eager and waiting for me, but for the most part I keep my list of personal submissives relatively short. I like to ensure that the boys on I’m spending my time with are worth it. I have one particular boy from Texas, the son to my daddy, who frequently flies in to my location to visit his family. Unfortunately, that means we don’t get a lot of time together, as his family demands most of his time. We try to see each other when we can, but it’s difficult.

Tex is a few years older than myself, with tan Latin skin and thick, coarse hair covering his body. Most of our sexual interactions have been quickies in one of our cars or my apartment, often on a lunch break. And don’t get me wrong, I love public sex (as you have hopefully been able to surmise from some of my previous stories), but it’s hard to show a boy how you own his ass when you can’t get IN his ass.

So we came up with a plan: He would fly in for a few days, just to spend with me. I would meet him at our hotel room after work on Friday, and we’d spend the weekend together. Then, he would then tell his family he was flying in a few days AFTER that. By the time out mini-vacation is over, his family will think that he just landed – so he still gets to see his family while he’s in town, and we get some alone time without any interruptions. I was horned up most of the day just imagining the things we would get up to this weekend. All the things I would have him do…all the ways I would use him. It made getting up from my desk very difficult. I was already packed and ready to go.

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Jay

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One fall, and I was spending the weekend at a local gay campground. If you’ve never been to a gay campground, I highly recommend it! Especially the ones that are clothing optional. Which, if you know me, you’ll know that this was one of those places. In addition to all your standard camping accommodations, they also had a pool and a few bars on the grounds. There’s also the forest trails and an afterhours “club” which are basically just covers for people to hook up.

I had just gotten out of the pool to refresh my drink and use the bathroom. As I got back in to rejoin my friends, someone callS out to me. Well, I kinda assume they mean me, since it was just a “hey.” Turning to look I see a cute, caramel-skinned cub smiling at me. I smile back and decide my friends could wait for me just a little longer. I sidle over to his side of the pool where he and one of his friends were hanging out.

We make introductions and I can tell that the cub, Jay, is a little tipsy. Not drunk by any means, but his smile has a hint of that goofiness you see in someone who’s feeling a little buzzed. He tells me he thinks I’m very cute, and I tell him he’s cute right back. He’s a little bigger than me, with tan skin all over. Short brown hair and a nice scruffy face, and that face is just adorable. His friend isn’t half bad either.

I can feel the alcohol doing its job as we flirt back and forth. There’s a little touching and some minor groping, but we keep it PG for now. As PG as you can while being naked and half erect in a pool, I guess. Eventually though, I needed to get back to my friends. Before I left, Jay, his friend, and I made plans to get together in just a little while. They tell me the location of their campsite, and we decide that I’ll meet them there later. Then, we will walk down to the trails together and…see what happens. I swim back over to my friends, cute bears in their own right, but with my mind still mostly occupied with Jay and the things I wanted to do to him.

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Early Morning Bear

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You know those mornings where you wake up just before your alarm and you don’t know if it’s worth going back to bed? I hate those. A lot. Normally, after a few minutes of unsuccessfully trying to fall back asleep, I’ll make myself get up and do something. Work on a project, finish some chores, play a game – anything. Then I lucked out and found me a boy who makes mornings like that much more tolerable.

I met Bear by chance. Just a random person who sent me a message on a hookup app that I decided to keep talking to. The first time he came over, it was a fairly brief affair. I was working from home that day, and sometimes when I do that I enjoy getting a nice sub to stick under my desk. Can’t exactly do that at the office. So he came over and serviced me with his mouth, and I made sure to get a good feel and look at him.

He’s an older bear, but age is never something I’ve cared about. He’s got a nice, soft, hairy body.  I like a big boy I can grope and squeeze on, and sadly, a lot of the really sexy ones are so self-conscious that they don’t think you’re serious. Finally - and this isn’t a term I throw around a lot, but with him, it fits - he also has a nice, tight, furry cunt. My place was on his way to work, so if he left early enough it was very easy to arrange early morning servicing sessions, even last minute. I could wake up, text him around 6ish, and he’d be over by 6:30 and out by 7.

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Fiveway

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As a gay man, I can tell you that it is a fairly common occurrence to receive an invitation to a friend’s pool party. I mean hell, this is my second pool party story in a row. It is also fairly common that the pool party is going to be clothing optional. And it’s certainly not uncommon for people at these clothing optional pool parties to pair off and find a room to have some fun. Like the room with the sling set up in it. It’s good stuff.

On this particular Saturday, the party I was at was beginning to  wind down. Starting in the early afternoon, and guests began slowly leaving the pool and hot tub as the evening drew to a close. The hosts were friends of mine, and I would be crashing there for the night – something I usually do if I know I’ll be drinking late into the evening. By 10 p.m., the only people left are me, the two hosts, and another friend of theirs. I specify “of theirs” because for whatever reason this individual did not seem to particularly like me.

I’ve written about one of the hosts before, Daddy M, who I tag teamed the sexy Bartender with. At this point in time, he was living with his then-partner Kev, and I would frequent their place to enjoy their pool, hot tub, and sex with the both of them. We had been chatting up a boy earlier, and made plans to have him come over once the party was done. The aforementioned sling was set up in the bedroom, and we were looking forward to getting him strapped in.

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