Fuck u or fucked by u for $

[AdamFin]

Sal would be my only appointment on a day I would normally try to book several.

Sal was about 40. He was receiving hospice care in his home. And he was scheduled to die with dignity today.

When I arrived at his house Sal's friend came to the door. She knew why I was there, and quietly led me to Sal's room. He was sitting in a chair in a white robe.

"You look great," he said quietly. He smiled.

"My body is dying," he said matter of factly. "My dick still works," he reported. "And I love sex."

He related that he had not been laid in months. He was not in any pain right now, but his demise was imminent.

Sal shared photos of himself taken just months earlier that revealed a former healthy, beautiful athletic man full of life.

"I have 'friends' who would probably be willing to be my last fuck, but I did not want to burden them with that," he said.

I began to undress in front of him as he narrated the plan.

He pointed to a glass on his night stand. "That is what I drink to die," he said.

"When we are done, put on that robe, gather your clothes and you can dress in the bathroom down the hall," he said.

"When you leave the room, Sara will come in with a nurse who hasn't arrived yet who will watch me drink that and in five minutes I will be asleep and thirty minutes later this pathetic body will be deservedly dead."

He laughed. "I plan to die with my condom on."

Sal was emaciated and drawn but pretty animated. He had short hair, a significant stubble on his unshaven face. And while he spoke slowly he was all there.

I stood before him naked with a condom in my hand.

He stood up and dropped his robe. His body looked like a skinny old man's but otherwise normal. His dick was hard, not rock hard, but suitably erect.

I kneeled before him. I kissed his hairy naked balls as his hands rested on my head. "That feels so nice." he said.

I rolled the condom over his dick. Sal laid down on his bed. He put his hands behind his neck.

I straddled him. And reached back to aim his dick into my ass. As I sank down on him his eyes met mine, He moaned with delight.

My ass cowgirl fucked his cock for twenty minutes. As the sensation of our sex flowed he began to pretty vigorously push his dick up in my ass with his pelvis.

I decided to hold myself suspended above him and let him drill me under his own power.

"Fuck that's good," I told him.

A few minutes later he directed me to lay on my back. Holding my left leg over his shoulder he set about gently fucking me with slow deep thrusts.

His eyes when they met mine looked so incredibly happy. As he fucked his body clearly was having trouble mustering the power to keep fueling his fuck. But he kept at it for about a half hour.

He muttered "you are beautiful,". Eyes open, mouth open, and holding his breath he came under his own power deeply planted in my ass.

When he pulled out. He smiled, exhausted. "So nice," he said.

I got up, and he laid down where I'd just been fucked. He positioned the pillows so he could sit up a bit. He pulled a white sheet up over his waist. He indeed left on his sagging dick the condom.

I put on the robe as instructed, grabbed my clothes and left without saying anything. As I left, the two women went into the room. Over my shoulder I saw him begin to drink as the door closed.

A remarkably strong man.

The next day I opened the envelope his friend gave me as she hustled past me into the room. In addition to my fee there was a nice "thank you" note from him. Very sad.

 

[lgtrmusr]

Moving. Deeply moving.

 

[AdamFin]

Moving. Deeply moving.

Who would not want to die in the brief euphoria of having just made love? I am a big proponent of a person's right, upon terminal diagnosis, to die as they want. I believe if I was diagnosed w a terminal diagnosis I would opt for death on my own terms. I've seen too many loved ones subjected to nature taking the full course. A planned exit, good byes while you are still able to make them. Yeah, I am all for that. I doubt I'd want sex in the last moments. But I if was diagnosed to die I'd trade uncertain amounts of time for control of the exit. I'm not scared to die. I don't want to die painfully subjected to fighting a losing battle. I respect people who disagree and plan to fight for every second. Not me, though.

 

[AdamFin]

Who would not want to die in the brief euphoria of having just made love? I am a big proponent of a person's right, upon terminal diagnosis, to die as they want. I believe if I was diagnosed w a terminal diagnosis I would opt for death on my own terms. I've seen too many loved ones subjected to nature taking the full course. A planned exit, good byes while you are still able to make them. Yeah, I am all for that. I doubt I'd want sex in the last moments. But I if was diagnosed to die I'd trade uncertain amounts of time for control of the exit. I'm not scared to die. I don't want to die painfully subjected to fighting a losing battle. I respect people who disagree and plan to fight for every second. Not me, though.

Docs should tell people -- u r gonna die. A loved one had a definitively terminal diagnosis yet was never told this simple truth, ever. I was livid, She fought to the end in part because her pussy doctors never told the truth. Doctors think their job is hope, not truth. I've seen loved ones ignore truth and manufacture hope. That's fine, but doctors should tell the truth.

 

[LICNYCgay]

I love this story. It's not the sex, though the sex is hot. It's how much this guy really seems to care for his clients, catering to what they need, with no judgment. To me that's how all sex should be.

 

[1000608]

Nice hot descriptive stories

 

[AdamFin]

"Uh, uh, oh my God, yes, that's perfect, yo fuck me," I said as Brandon power thrusted his long, hard pole into me. He had me standing chest pressed against the wall, my legs separated and ass arched up.

His fat cock took my ass. He whispered in my right ear as he fucked: "you like it, yeah". His left hand pressed my turned head into the wall.

"Oh yes," I whimpered, loving his dominance over me.

Brandon pulled out of me and slapped my ass. I turned before him and gazed on his god-like body and fell to my knees. His cock was down my throat in seconds. Both his hands on either side of my face held me still as he slowly moved his dick in and out. My tongue rapaciousky explored his moving dick. Ocassionally he went deep truly deep, always when he made eye contact for my submissive approval which I eagerly gave.

He stopped his thrusting and lowered his hands to my shoulders. I began frantically bobbing up and down on his magnificent penis, rotating to fully experience it. I could not get enough of it. His muscular legs began to quiver. His moaning gave way to shallow breaths. His firm abs stiffened more. And his seed blasted into my mouth. I swallowed happily.

He collapsed on the bed.

My hungry eyes met his. He rolled over and with his own hands he drew apart his ass mounds. I saw it. I lurched at his begging hole with my tongue and kissed the surrounding ass. I heaved forward and with jerking impulsiveness after one slick of my spit sank to the spot...I heaved decisively forward and guided my cock deep into his ass as he squealed "oh. Fuck. Me.".

My raw dick had union with his tight warm and soft inner sanctum. I proceeded to fuck him deep and slow. Every thrust brought waves of pleasure through my whole being as I made love to him. My lover, face down, chin on the mattress receiving my dick and telling me to "go on, fuck it....yeah, man.,,,,holy fuck that's nice....give it to me....you have a fat cock....stretch me....faster please....cum in me..."

I could not go faster. His intensely tight hole allowed nothing more than medium speed, but the increased sensation was more than any hyper fuck had ever provided me.

When it was time. It rested my hands on his muscular shoulders. Drove into him as deep as I could. And as waves of ejaculation rolled through me and through my dick into him I was wholly still except for my pulsing dick. It was sublime.

Brandon and I kissed softly. "Damn good fuck," he said. "I love your body," I said. My soft cock withdrew itself from his ass. He turned over and I rested my head on his strong chest. The scent of spilled cum was in the air. "I love the way you fuck me," I confessed. "I love to fuck you," he said. "Do you love me," I said. "I might," he said. "I love you," I said.

He smiled.

And then shoved me.

Then he laughed hysterically, standing up.

I noticed he was hard again already. I lifted my legs.

When he looked back and saw me... He marched back. He pulled me to the edge of the bed. He rolled me up pushing from my dangling ankles. And his perfect dick slid into my ass.

I was so thankful for it. He fucked me in that position, looking down on my naked body for half an hour.

His dick went deep and stopped. Then he looked in my eyes as he held his breath, mouth open, hand clenching my chest. "I think I do love you," he said exasperated, as the last of him shot into me.

He withdrew. He kissed my semihard cock and gave my balls a long good bye lick. He found my eyes and with no words said "it's okay" and walked away, and I heard the shower hiss a moment later. I decided to give him space as I played with my cock and thought about him.

He tendered no fee. I called him.

 

[laptoper]

Oh yes

 

[SolK95]

Damn good!

 

[AdamFin]

I went to the Reverend's compound. He answered the door and ushered me into his palatial home.

I took off my sneakers, and he led me to the bedroom. "Where's the Mrs?," I asked.

"She and I have parted," he said. He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a more defined chest than before.

His sleek curly black hair was shorn a bit shorter. As his white undershirt came over his head, he said "join me in the state of our creation."

Such a freak show, I thought as I proceeded to take off my T, then in one motion my b-ball shorts and briefs. Socks off, nude. Less than ten seconds.

He was still shimmying out of his designer jeans. His CalvinK undies made a good presentation of his average dick and flatish ass. His body was skinny but his musculature was improved. His abs were totally defined.

"Kneel," he instructed. He came along side of me and knelt also. He rested his one hand on my ass and lifted the other skyward as he lifted his head.

"Lord, I hath lied unto you," he said. "Forgive me. Now I simply thank you for this gift. Amen."

He stood up. He helped me to my feet.

"Get on the bed, raise thy buttocks up, spread thy buttocks, rest your head on the pillow and when you are ready, tell me so," he instructed.

I tossed him a condom and did precisely as he instructed. He breathed fast and shallow. His dick bobbed and leaked a long line of of precum, as I leaned forward presenting my ass.

"Fuck me," I said.

As I held my ass wide open, his soft finger tip delicately traced my hole and the length of my crack. He watched it wink. "A glory of creation--to be celebrated," he said.

"I will not vulgarize you. I will sodomize thee, and you will perform acts of fellatio," he said.

"Kindly refrain from vulgarity," he cautioned me as he slid on his condom.

He moved his face into my ass and his tongue glanced over my hole. I felt the tip of his tongue explore my hole and his soft warm breath dissipate as it followed the channel of my crack.

"The flavor of man, I give thanks for it," he stammered.

"Prepare to receive my phallus," he said haltingly, as his hands came to rest on my hips, relieving me of the need to hold myself open.

His cock advanced decisively into me. And while it is usually the bottom who grunts and sorts through the enormity of this moment as a new otherworldly reality takes hold, the Reverend was overwhelmed by the penetration he just made.

"Sweetness, mercy, joy hath come," he extolled.

He then began to thrust, long and slow. His hands tremored as they moved to rest on my center back.

In minutes, having never accomplished an ass slapping cadence, he squeaked, "the milk of Canaan I giveth."

He was crying as he laid down beside me. I turned over and moved to him. As I comfortingly moved my fingers along his scalp, my face descended to his crotch. I removed his condom and licked his dick and balls clean like a mother cat cleaning her new born kittens. I brought his fully deflated dick into my mouth and milked his shaft and sucked on his mushroom until the last final drop of milk seeped from him.

He stood up and asked me to remain laying down. He returned with body oil and "annointed" my entire body.

His soft hands traced my bulged muscles, every ridge of my cock, the hills of my ass, the ticklish soles of my feet. I gleamed and smelled of coconut. He kissed my dick, isolated each of my balls in his fingers. He heaved me to the edge of the bed. He knelt between my legs.

With his penis returned to half mast, he announced his desire to provide fellatio and drink my milk.

"You have never really rendered your seed when you sodomized me," he said knowingly.

"I intend to pleasure your phallus until you give it," he said.

With that my penis slid between his pursed lips. He rubbed my thighs, alternately played with my balls, and sucked away at my cock. He was touching all the right triggers.

He felt my abs tense and stop moving as I stopped breathing. My dick spasmed and silently unloaded a stream into his soft mouth. He swallowed joyfully. I breathed again and groaned. Of all people who I thought my give me a blow job to completion, he would not have been in the list. And he gave great head!

"I am thankful for you," he said as he licked his lips.

I left with five crisp franklins.

He is a freak. But a little more in touch with his freakishness.

"Let's not wait a month. Come see me next week," he said. "My tuberocities and anus were not tended this day. I sincerely hope you exert your loins to their service."

 

[AdamFin]

As a sex professional, the act does get reduced in significance. And the ability to act in performing sex is important too. Having a hair-trigger and easy to force erectile response is very helpful.

I don't have a private love life. But I do have truly favorite clients and I allow myself to experience them differently. My favorite is 30ish Brian. He has military short brown hair, hazel eyes, a confident air. He has a penis and balls I have memorized every detail of. His perfectly squeezeable ass bears a silly star tattoo that dates back to teenage rashness. Otherwise his tanned skin is blemishless. He is skinny, athletic, warm demeanor but dominant.

When he frees his cock from his briefs I shutter in joy just to see it. It swings long and soft over very low hanging big balls. As he grows erect he gets a little longer but mostly what is already there just gets rock firm and turns to the sky. Firmly erect his cock runs parallel to his abs and nearly reaches his umbilicus. He is a true 8 plus inches.

His body is mostly smooth with hardly visible soft light brown hair on his strong arms and sculpted legs. His man hair under his arms and at his crotch is brown and very dense, the latter neatly trimmed.

He has an easy smile, warm attentive gaze when he speaks or listens to me. His lust for my body feels invited and then given respectfully. But there comes a moment when he demands surrender and then takes me.

And then sometimes he'll follow one path but then unexpectedly turn submissive himself and I am forced to strike the white flag and advance lance forward to take ground.

Soft touches, mutual lust, resistance, merged bodies, jolting submission, tribute, reparation, rebellion, conquest, peace.

When we fuck I allow myself to be a lover. I hide the emotional attachment as best as I can.

Brian slapped my ass. He pushed me on the bed. He laughed, never has he been able to be the tough guy fucker. "Hold still ass bottom," he croaked as he smiled. As if I was going to move.

"Ass bottom?," I said. "You talk the best smack," I laughed.

My chuckle was interrupted by the sensation of sensations as his cock slipped into my wanting ass. Brian started an ass slapping athletic fuck. He was so strong, his dick so beautiful and well shaped to give pleasure. It curved a little up so the belly of his penis when he did me doggy swept past my gland uniquely and sent shivers through my groin.

He flipped me over and returned to fast shallow fucking leaning over me and kissing me deeply. He ravaged me delightfully.

All I mustered when his tongue was not in my mouth was "fucking yes".

"F U C K he screamed as he came."

"That was nice," he said. "Your ass is so freaking perfect," he said as he looked at my twitching hole and reinserted his dick, trying to get a little more action before it was rendered too soft.

"Brian, do you want fucked today?"

"Of course," he said as he caught his breath. "I saw a guy on pornhub getting nailed held up against a wall, feet off the ground."

"I've done and had that done to me, is that what you want?" I asked. "It's not that hard if I lean in right," I offered.

He laid on the bed thinking indecisively how he wanted fucked. I smiled as I rolled him over on his back and dragged him to the edge of the bed. "How about I just bang you missionary?"

He started to object. Then he jutted his ass in submission. I rolled him up and fucked him like a bitch. He loved it. Every hundred or so jolts I had to drag his body back to the edge of the bed.

"Do the wall thing," he moaned. A couple hundred thrusts later I told him. "Lets nail you to the wall..."

I laid on the edge of the bed. He straddled me cow girl style. As he lowered his tight ass to my pubes, I sat up keeping my cock in him. He put his arms around my neck. I stood up and carried him to the wall.

He moaned and whimpered. "Oh Jesus, you are so going to nail my ass."

Holding his thighs resting on my firearms, I pelvis thrusted him. These thrusts accomplished limited movement but I knew from experience very satisfying effects for the participants. His feet bobbed, his toes tightly curling then extending as his ass took me.

"As I finally came, after nailing him for a long time, he announced the result as I carried him back to the bed and dropped him off my dick.

"I got drilled, then nailed, then dropped" he said. "I love how totally hard your dick is," he said.

 

[AdamFin]

I have developed a considerable clientele moving men out of the virgin column. After I had a few clients find me for that, I added a tab to my website specifically advertising that service and noting I was a lot more reliable and proven discrete than Craig's list.

Weekly, since then, I have had at least two appointments in this category, often many more. Most of these men don't come back. They want help crossing the line and then they figure it out from there. Of course some do return.

Jenkins--no way that's his real name--opted for a simple hotel room meeting.

When he opened the door, he was extraordinarily nervous. He could barely say "hello" as he swallowed away the lump in his throat.

He was clearly resolved but also deeply conflicted. He was breathing like lover's breathe after madly kissing but before they are joined.

The worst thing you can do to someone in anxiety is to tell him to relax.

I walked in. The covers were neatly pulled back on the bed. A small bottle of lube and a condom were on the night stand. As was an envelope with my name on it.

Jenkins was fully dressed -- jeans, T, black Nikes. He had not yet spoken another word as he gently closed the door with the "do not disturb" sign a affixed.

I sat on the bed and took off my sneakers.

He had trouble looking at me. He let out a deep sigh and took off his T shirt, folded it and put it on the little desk.

Jenkins was in his mid thirties. He had the strong arms and farmers tan of a man who worked outdoors. His brown hair was short but not buzzed. His chest hair followed a typical pattern. He was no bear, but far from smooth. He had a slight middle age paunch -- an inch to pinch, but was not fat. His face was quite average, clean shaven and smooth. Central casting woukd tag him convincingly as average early middle-aged white guy.

Shirt off and folded, Jenkins stood seemingly frozen, transfixed now on what I was doing. He now stared intently. Still no words.

I stood up and quickly took off my solid white T. I tossed it on my sneakers. Jenkins looked lustfully at my naked chest.

Then with my eyes locked on him, I slipped off my shorts and briefs revealing my semihard dick. I turned away from Jenkins so he would see the ass he purchased.

He was so overwhelmed at what he saw and what he knew was really going to happen, he reflexively buried his hands momentarily in his hands. He squeezed his eyes closed, then took away his hands and opened his eyes--and indeed I was still there and this was still happening.

As he unbuttoned his jeans and took them and his tighty-whites down, his natural bush, cock and balls were exposed. His dick was a tense hyper hard rod. It throbbed a bit but barely bounced as he stepped out of his pants because it was so hard.

His penis was quite average in length and girth. His balls were nice. They hung low and despite his sexual tension I could make out each one. His sack was not pulled tight.

His chest heaved with anticipation.

I broke my gaze on him long enough to take off my white socks. This reminded him to do the same.

We were naked, and it was time to begin.

I moved the the middle of the neatly readied bed, propped a pillow under my hips and lifted my legs.

Jenkins walked to the night stand and retrieved the lube and condom. He was so nervous he dropped it on the bed as he moved to don his dick.

I really should have given him my ass bent over the bed. But I so wanted to see his crazy amalgam of emotions play out as he passed through the gateway of carnal knowledge of another man. Feeling it was not enough.

His left hand touched my right thigh. I learned more about him. His hands were callused; he was a blue color man. Where a wedding ring would be there was a pale ring of skin contrasting with his otherwise bronze-tanned hands. He took it off.

Jenkins right hand was guiding his hard penis to its place. When he knew he was aimed properly, he began almost hyperventilating like he was being pushed from behind into a scary place, like a kid being given that push down the sledding hill careening him toward the jump near the bottom of the channel you could not miss. He never closed his eyes. He watched himself slipping through my anus. And as his dick disappeared, it sent back waves of incredible dark intelligence about my ass; we both could feel the moment he had gay sex, took an asshole, sodomized another man, fucked a dude. It was good.

His face transmitted the firestorm of feeling and emotion moving over him coming through his dick. He did not moan. He did not whimper. He did not cry. The sounds he made as he began slowly fucking me have no easy description. He was a man fully engaged in satisfying the primal need to cum in his man's ass.

He felt little different than hundreds of fuckers who have taken me, and like each of them he also felt totally unique. Maybe it's because the 'right now' of being fucked in the ass is an experience so intense--like doing the fucking--no memory captures the feeling of it well. It's what makes us keep doing it, perhaps.

He was not an efficient fucker. Instead of centering his thrusts on fulcrum of his hips, his thrusts involved his knees, hips and his back and even neck. His head bobbed as he fucked. He was fit -- and joyful, inefficient full body banging hardly made him sweat.

His next milestone of ejaculating in a man was soon to be on us. That we were ten minutes on into his pounding surprised me. I suspected he'd nut at five minutes.

He pulled out of me suddenly and began stroking himself, but not furiously. I thought he was going to cum on me. But it was quickly clear he wanted me to turn over. He had drilled one side, now wanted the other.

I attempted to give him myself doggy, but he pushed me down gently and positioned my ass just as he wanted it, just slightly raised. He then rested his coarse hands on my hips, and pulled my ass onto his pike.

He proceeded to fuck me. He was now careful and rhythmic, and when he came he offered no announcement other than a series of deep thrusts, and bringing his ankles over mine and pressing them down, and his open palmed left hand pressed my face into the mattress.

He did not quickly exit my ass when he was done. He did not have, as some do, an instant wave of regret that occupies the space opened right after the high of the ejaculate fades.

His second -- and third -- words to me were "thanks, dude."

I so did not want this to end. I wanted him to initiate his ass as well as his dick.

Sometimes when you want something so bad -- you think you have the power to will it. I looked over at him and waited for him to say or do something next.

As he slid off the condom and walked toward the bathroom I wanted to blurt out my plan. But I withheld.

When he came out of the bathroom after a short shower and saw I had not moved, he was confused. But then he started thinking. He had forty minutes left...

Far more relaxed, but his dick already reviving, he had considered it. I knew as he showered he thought "what's that like". How does what I did to him feel like for him.

He moved to the bed spread his legs and bent over it, resting his chest on the sheets. The light smell of his spilled cum filled both our nostrils.

I walked to my shorts and retrieved a condom. I moved to where he could see and put the raincoat on.

He did not smile but his eyes drifted to mine and seemed to say, "go easy like your website says".

I knew I was going to cum in him, and it made me very happy.

After properly preparing him with my fingers it was time for his anus to meet penis.

It was a meeting that went, very well. As I popped past his hole he clearly experienced a good more joy than pain. And though I moved slowly to engulf my dick, he sped things up by pushing his ass against me. I advanced four inches over a few minutes then he stuffed his ass balls deep on my rod in a split second and gasped, gasped again and urged me to thrust by starting to take matters into his own hands. I proceeded to fuck him slowly and reverently as a first fuck truly demands. I could not help cumming powerfully in him.

I believe he enjoyed being taken in ways he never imagined. Indeed until it happens it is unimaginable. It can't be approximated with toys or tropical fruit, things I bet his repressed self probably tinkered with.

As I drew out, he repeated "thanks dude". It was every bit sincere as the first time he said it.

I looked at my dick as I took off the condom, and felt proud of what it had let me do. I often feel that way.

I never heard from Jenkins again, but I saw him once in the grocery store. He was in a T with a utility company logo. He recognized me, looked panicked at first, and relieved when I made fleeting eye contact with him without any change in my expression. He knew what I was saying without saying it. I kept walking toward him, then past him, ignoring him completely. That's part he paid me for.

 

[laptoper]

Nice new posts. What would happen if he met a guy with a truly huge cock, maybe a young black athlete, curious to experience both sides of the coin. Yes that would be intriguing. A mmf threesome scene too perhaps. Cheers, Ben

 

[AdamFin]

Nice new posts. What would happen if he met a guy with a truly huge cock, maybe a young black athlete, curious to experience both sides of the coin. Yes that would be intriguing. A mmf threesome scene too perhaps. Cheers, Ben

Yeah, I've only put my guy in a couple mmf threesomes. I had been wanting to put him in a new pussy situation. The black dude virgin with a big dick is intriguing also. I think I can put that together but will need to think about it.

 

[laptoper]

I look forward to it. Also my first port of call when I log in.

 

[AdamFin]

Rapid cum-breeders are guys who get naked quickly, get in me quickly and drain into the condom in less than five or ten minutes of pounding. Their whole appointment including stripping, fucking and dressing then out the door would last ten to fifteen minutes.

I identified ten of these men, all repeat clients but not frequent fliers. I signed them on force a weekly commitment of $125 for just ten minutes on a breeders special.

I hired an assistant, Max, to assist in administer the three room, two exit, process.

The First client rings the door bell. Max takes them into a room where they strip naked. Max then shows them into the room where I am to be bred. We fuck. As First fucks, Max shoes Second into another room to strip. When First's time is up, Max brings him back to the room his clothes are in. Once First is dressing behind closed doors he leads naked Second in to my room to fuck.


Once Second is pounding away, Max leads now dressed First out of his room to the back door exit.

Then Max let's Three who is at the front door into the house and ushers him into the first stripping room.

Every client has a generalized designated parking area on the street, and nobody move in or out of a room unattended by Max.

Why all this? Some effort at client confidentiality is important. The other reason I don't just invite them all to line up naked and plow me in turn (they'd love that) is they'd get rid of me, have fun with each other, and I'd not get paid!

What these guys do know is they are part of a breeding assembly line. That is part of the allure for these clients. They know the "plow bed" is not changed between sessions. I don't even wash up. I basically don't move except to accommodate the breeding position requested. The clients can see the pile of condoms he has to pick from, the empty condom wrappers on the ground right next to the breeding crib (ambiance) so he knows what number he is, and even the spent full condoms are in the little garbage can right there.

And there is actually a digital timer on the wall over the headboard. Max starts the ten minutes upon initial penetration then leaves the room. If the guy can't cum in ten minutes, too bad.

Very successful program. I do this for a couple hours on Tuesday night, clear a grand after paying Max, and because these guys commit to paying weekly (a sum they can afford) whether they use their slot or not, it's easy predictable cash for me.

I basically picked these men from my client list so I confess I picked predominantly average sized men but I start and end bigger...

 

[AdamFin]

Marten was breeder five. Max led him in. I knew he liked to take me bent over the bed so I was ready for him. He was a stocky construction worker with black hair.

"Dude that ass is so nice," he said, "Ya know how your cock gets so hard it hurts, that's me today," he reported.

Boom. He was up my ass plowing like he had no other reason to be. The timer began to move down, Max walked out the door. At minute 1:30 Marten came in my asshole. By 2:00 he was out and his full condom was number five in the pail.

"Loved it," he said.

He wanted to leave but if he walked out before Max was ready, clients would mix in the hall. "You have to wait," I told him.

He smiled. "We are still on my dime, right?"

"Roll over fella," he instructed. He ripped open a second condom and moved to ply my dick with it. I let him.

He then straddled me cowgirl style and rode my dick into his ass and then back and forth. He moaned deeply and held his bouncing dick and fucked himself on me.

When Max walked in Marten finished. "See you next week," he said as Max led him out.

 

[AdamFin]

Zag was my tenth. He was fuck drunk when Max let him in. He was black, neat corn rows, fit, deep drown skin and a big dick. The biggest I would take today.

He grabbed my ankles, shimmied into position, put on the condom, basically sat back on his own legs, and fucked fast and furiously but shallow with incredibly fast hip thrusts.

He fills me up.

His mantra was the word "fuck" which he said in a low tone over and over as he did what he said. He often closed his eyes,

He came at about seven minutes. I loved how he then stood up looked at me as his conquest as he dropped the condom in the waste bin, and I watched his glorious ball sack relax as his dick drooped and his big balls separated on the drop.

He shook his package as he noticed my hard cock.

He never said anything.

Max led him out. Nice ass view on exit. It's nice picking the order.

 

[AdamFin]

Nice new posts. What would happen if he met a guy with a truly huge cock, maybe a young black athlete, curious to experience both sides of the coin. Yes that would be intriguing. A mmf threesome scene too perhaps. Cheers, Ben

It’s easy for most people to get laid without paying for it. So people who come to me have a reason to. Sometimes it’s their own unease coupled with a need to control “it” —especially if it’s “weird stuff” they want. Typically it’s not weird stuff at all from my perspective.

Brent and Daphne. The backstory.

Brent is a nineteen year old college sophomore. He’s an African American. He’s a football player, tight end, at a small university. He’s second string but in good standing on the team. Over several texts he revealed a simple desire is to experience gay sex. He is not even slightly interested in getting banged. He wants to “ya know, just quick do a man ass”.

His need for confidentiality to test this experience was understandable. He got my name from a campus TV interview centered on a young man’s coming out narrative, somebody I de-virgined on campus months ago.

Brent’s desire to breed an ass was a pretty typical coming of age scenario with a guy testing gay sex in a safe way with me. For some it will be the only gay fuck in their lives. For most, it opens a door that never closes.

But there were two complications in this narrative.

First, his anatomy. “I gotta tell you, I am fuckin huge down there,” he wrote. I laughed as I read that text. And I replied, relaxing his concern for my experienced ass. He then texted me a picture of his reportedly limp dick next to his beer bottle.

“Fuck, he’s massive,” I said to myself. I texted him asking him to get hard and send the same picture. A minute later he did.

“Fuck, you are massive,” I texted him. I gulped. “I can take it,” I said. I would put him last on tomorrow’s schedule after some other ‘normal’ big dick bred me, as a prep. Brent would be the biggest penis to enter my ass.

His girth was on par with dick’s I’ve received — painfully —maybe he was a touch bigger round. But he was crazy long. His cock was well over ten inches probably eleven or more I guessed.

“You may not be able to go balls deep, we’ll see,” I cautioned him.

The second issue was weird. He wanted me to fuck his girl friend — to verified completion — and he would then fuck me to “take her back, you know, like, revenge”.

That made no sense to me, but I was game if she was. His next read “my babe does it all” and included a picture of her looking up at Brent with his cock in her mouth giving a thumbs up.

She was hot. I’d been missing pussy for some time. This sounded fun, except my misgivings about his massive revenge seeking cock being a bit too massive.

This unfolded not exactly according to plan beginning at ten pm the next night...

 

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At 9:30, Steven came in my ass, his pulsing big 7.5 inch long fat dick pushed balls deep in me. He grunted like an ape as his precious white fluid filled the tip of his condom.

He pretty well stretched my anus.

After he left the hotel room I changed the sheets, took care of his condom and took a nice warm shower.

When the knock came at ten, I opened the door in my soft white robe. Daphne walk in first. She smiled broadly and handed me ‘the envelope’. Brent, who looked miserable, followed behind.

Daphne went to the bathroom to get ready. Brent sat in the lonely chair at the end of the bed. I tried to talk to him, and he was dismissive.

“Just do your thing,” he said. “Make her happy...”

At that moment I knew this was all HER idea. That final text from him making our arrangements — she was sucking on his dick as he was texting.

In between sucking she was directing the arrangement.

When Daphne emerged from the bathroom stark naked, Brent looked away and shook his head. She walked over to him and kissed his cheek as if to reassure him.

Then then she climbed into the center of the bed. “Let’s go,” she said to me. I put the four condoms on the night stand and dropped the robe, revealing my nude body with a raging erection to both her and Brent. She smiled; he buried his face in his hands.

Daphne was African American. She had medium long black hair, soft brown skin, exquisite large breasts with a little upturn in her tits. They were engorged. Perky tits, I think is the word. But if that word is used to describe smaller breasts it’s not appropriate to Daphne’s rack.

Her abs were gently defined. Daphne’s hips were more man shaped than feminine, albeit the view from behind revealed her sweet ass merged seamlessly into her hips like women’s rears tend to do. She did not have the classic man-mound ass. It was all woman.

Her pussy was guarded by a thick natural bush. As she laid on the bed now touching herself I loved to look at it.

As Brent watched mouth agape I came along side Daphne, began to feel her breasts, felt my dick get a little harder, and began passionately kissing her. My right hand moved down to her pussy and found her spot. She squealed in delight. I then moved down on her, taking time at her breasts, sucking each tit, then kissing my way down her defined abs...until I got there.

I spread her legs wide, laid down on my stomach, threaded my arms under her legs and pulled her pussy into my face. My tongue moved gently through the complex fleshy lobes until it found that little swollen pea. I swear she orgasmed as I found it. Her taste, her smells, her bush in my face. My raging hard dick. Damn, I was overdue for good pussy!

I ocassiinly heard Brent — who had a nice long uninterrupted view of my ass as I ate pussy — exhale loudly.

I took my time with her. In nibbled, licked, teased, put my whole mouth around it.

Then she said it. “Fuck me.”

She spread her legs and remained in her back. I positioned my dick and started to push into her. I missed the spot. Her hand immediately grabbed my dick and shifted it down, and my penis then descended fully into her pussy. Her response electrified me. She squeezed my shoulders, called out “Damn that’s fine,” and whimpered.

I had planned to gently fuck her but she pushed a button. I immediately began power fucking this beautiful woman.

Brent saw my ass rising and falling powering my dick full in and out into his woman—and she was loving it—and he was pissed.

“You better cum in me babe,” she extolled me. “He isn’t gonna tolerate this much longer.”

Brent took that as an invitation to act. He jumped out of his chair. He lunged toward me and said through clenched teeth “Get the fuck off her,”

At that moment two things happened. I began ejaculating powerfully in her pussy. He slapped my ass with his back hand — hard enough to get my attention but by no means a real hit.

I rolled off of her immediately onto my back, my dick was still dry pulsing as it does in last stages of ejaculation as I laid there.

Brent’s nostril were flaring. “I have had enough of this shit,” he said. His attention was all on her.

I took off the condom and quickly put on my robe.

Brent was hard. Even in loose over-sized basketball shorts, with a dick his size any chub could not be hidden.

“If you want to fuck me,” Daphne said to Brent, “take his gay ass.” “I will help you, babe,” she said.

Her desire for him to nail me was strangely intense.

She stood and lifted his basket ball mesh jersey over his head. In the mean time he heal-to-toe pushed off his sneakers.

She knelt down and lifted the waist bands of his shorts and his boxer briefs and lowered them. He stepped out of them. There cantalevering straight out from his body was the biggest cock I ever saw in person. His dick head was darker than his shaft. His ball sack was huge too with one nut hanging lower than the other.

Daphne gave his cock a reassuring suck and a kiss. She put on his condom. He walked over and sat in his chair. He left on his white no-show socks. Brent’s expression — I imagined it to be his game face— was not a happy one.

But his body was amazing. Brent looked like an African American version of Aaron Hernandez — in the face. He had short shorn hair and a low hair line, small forehead.

He was tall, however. And though incredibly muscular, he was not stocky. His ass as he walked exhibited the side dimpling of a glute-muscular ass. Nothing soft about it.

Daphne: “Gay boy, deliver your ass over here.”

As I disrobed, Brent did not look away now. He stroked his log.

She directed me to lay my chest on the bed and to spread my legs, opening my ass lobes. She actually poked her finger in my hole—which came as a surprise. She followed up with vasoline. I knew of its potential to degrade condoms but I was grateful for the some long lasting lube so I did not object.

She stranded my back and summoned Brent. I imagined her playing with her breasts or something like that.

Brent brought his penis to my hole. “Just stick in there,baby,” Daphne told him. He was trying. I exhaled audibly and he was in. “Fuck!” I yelled. He kept sinking in. “oh my freakin God,” I yelped. I bit the sheet. Further and further he came. He came to a new barrier. “Holy fuck” I screamed as he went past it. I felt his thighs against my ass. I took him. All of it.

He rested there. He grunted. He liked it. He rested his hands on my hips. He began to fuck, mercifully they were shallow thrusts but even those were challenging because he was so wide in girth.

Daphne slid away and sat in the chair and watched man on man fucking.

He came in my ass after several minutes easily. Daphne was on the scene quickly to remove his condom and kiss him. I slithered to the chair, sore, and watched them make out for twenty minutes. Brent got hard and started to climb between Daphne’s legs.

“Oh babe you ain’t getting into this pushy ever again unless you atone,” she said.