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7 years ago i met a gay top on cl when i answered his ad he asked for my phone number he called me and told me where he was staying if was a motel i knew well with a bar so we met there after a drink he gave me his room number and said wait 10 minutes and come to the room he wearing a robe told me to get naked and lay across the bed which i did next thing i saw was his big cock at my mouth 8 +inchs and thick with a big cock head he gagged me twice and then he said put that ass up you gonna get that ass open up he used plenty of lube but it still hurt some could feel my asshole opening up as that big cock head went in then he buried it in me all the way he screwed like a bitch for at least 30 minutes and put 2 loads in me when he pulled out of my ass could feel the cum running out of my asshole he cleaned up first and then i did had a drink with him and left never saw him again

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I turned 36... and my magnetism seemed to go away; now well into an open marriage, it seemed to reverse itself and instead of attracting dick, it was attracting women - single, married, whatever. I was mystified in the earlier days because while I now had permission to fuck any woman I wanted to, I was still getting used to having been put into this situation by a wife who needed pussy more than dick so I really wasn't trying to bed other women... and wound up doing just that and, a few times, having sex with her and her husband or boyfriend who wanted to learn what it was like to suck dick and to be fucked by a guy.

Being a cock magnet didn't completely go away; there were still dudes hitting on me and sometimes I'd take their offer and sometimes I didn't... but I did learn to pay more attention to anyone who might be paying "too much" attention to me and to the point where I could feel them checking me out and once I identified who was setting off the "alarm" in my head, sometimes, it was like I could "hear" them thinking about approaching me or not... and if they came toward me I'd say to myself, "Damn... here we go again..."

I'd ask some guys what was it about me that got their attention and many said, "It was the way you move; not feminine but a kind of grace..." Some said it was my voice, my eyes and one guy said, "You had a nice print in those jeans that I wanted to see more of!" Who knew? I sure as hell didn't. I never thought of myself as moving gracefully but when I thought more about that I realized that years of martial arts training had taught me to move with a certain economy of motion, to be more fluid and, shit, gracefully.

What I didn't know - what I wasn't aware of - is what the way I moved said to other people. Some said they could feel the "hidden danger" inside me that said not to fuck with me or get me angry. But many said that it scream sex and sensuality to them and, well, shit, I can't say that I really bought into it but I just learned to accept what they were seeing.

Even the woman who lived across the hall from us told me, after we'd got finished literally breaking her bed, "I don't even know what it is about you that makes me want to fuck you so, hell, yeah, when I found out that I could, I didn't hesitate to get you into my bed!" I didn't know either... and I didn't as much complain about it as it sometimes had me wondering just what the fuck other people were seeing when they saw me, whether they knew me or not.

"Wait a minute - how did you find out?" I'd asked her, my brain finally catching up with what my ears heard.

"Your wife told me, um, right before, uh, we got down with each other," she said - and if she could visibly blush, I'm sure she did. "That girl can eat a pussy - and you're not bad at it, either!"

Well, damn.
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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]To this day I couldn't tell you why I agreed to his proposition and the shocking thing was the "old guy" lived across the street from me. It was even shocking to be sucked by him; it was like he was starving for dick, going at me with furious intent and making me pop my cork a bit more earlier than usual - but that didn't bother him or stop him. He swallowed down my load and kept going until I got hard again and delivered another load into his mouth - and he wouldn't let me suck his cock, which was big and fat and I found myself wanting him in my ass but, no, he was happy to just have me jerking him off and I was kinda unhappy because he came and left a whole lot of sperm untasted.

We went back to the sub shop, I ordered - and we were only gone for 15 minutes (another shocking moment) and he paid for my order and as he said he would and left... and now I was trying to figure out how I was going to explain to my wife and my lover why it took me so long to return with the food. When I told both of them, I expected at least one of them to be pissed off... and they weren't. My wife laughed and my lover, after hearing how big the man's dick was, asked me, "What house does he live in... and is he home now?"

I even talked to my lover about being a cock magnet and he had said, "Well, there is something about you - why do you think I got so attracted to you in the first place? When we first met, it wasn't love at first sight... but I sure as hell wanted you - I had to have you."
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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I remember talking to my wife about all of this and it wasn't like she wasn't having sympathy for but she thought it was funny as hell just the same. When I mentioned having a huge sign painted on me, she laughed even more and stopped long enough to give me this: "You don't pay any attention to how sexy you are; other women see it and they might want you so doesn't it make sense that a lot of guys would see it and want you, too?"

Fuck. It did make sense... and I was kicking myself because I hadn't looked at it like that. Worse, I was all caught up in it and didn't even catch on to why it was happening. It took me a couple of days to work this out in my head... and a couple of days that saw me sucking five more dicks - three newbies, two total strangers. That was about the same time I learned that quite a few of the men who lived in our apartment complex liked to suck dick and take it in the ass and, not to long afterward, I had that life-changing experience of falling in love with an effeminate gay man.

You'd think that at that point, whatever sign I had on myself would have changed from "Available" to "Off the market..." and you'd be wrong. My gay partner wasn't opposed to sharing me with other men and he even introduced me to a couple of his friends who were just like him, telling me that, "I think you're perfect to give them a positive sexual experience!" The guys in the complex were after me to give up the dick to them and I still couldn't leave the apartment to do anything without some guy hitting on me.

Like the guy I ran into at the sub shop around the corner; he was in the store when I walked in and while I was waiting to have my order taken, the somewhat-pudgy and somewhat older Black guy just came over to me and whispered in my ear, "I'll pay for all of your stuff if you come with me right now so I can suck your dick - sound like a good deal?"
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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Between the ages of 25 and 35 - what I called my "grown-up bisexual experiences" - I seemed to be what the title of this says: A cock magnet. I couldn't go anywhere without some guy hitting on me and if it wasn't "bad" enough that a lot of the men wanting to get me naked were men I didn't know, a whole lot of guys I did know - either personally or via their reputation - were rolling up on me and asking if I'd be interested in having sex with them.

And I'm not talking about the guys who already knew I was bisexual, either. In one week alone, jeez, I must have sucked twenty dicks, got fucked four times, did all the fucking about ten times or so. Black guys, white guys, Hispanic and Oriental guys; young guys who were at least 18, guys my age, guys in their 40s and 50s. Humongous dicks, average dicks and even a few not-so-big dicks.

It made me paranoid and had me wondering if I had some kind of sign on me that was telling all those horny motherfuckers that I was the guy they wanted to have sex with. It was strange yet kinda exciting to have some guy I didn't know come up to me, strike up a conversation, then proposition me for sex; in yet another whole week, I wound up giving ten guys their first M2M experience... and of the ten, I only had knowledge about two of them; another was recommended to engage me if he wanted a good first experience by a friend of a friend of a friend.

What the fuck is going on? I mean, once out of the "childhood years" sure, there were guys looking for dick and ass to play with but, to me, they were becoming far and few between, that and I'd learned a few hard lessons about being too easy to have sex with and moments where I walked away wondering why I had thought it was a good idea to do it with them. And the kicker was...

In that ten year period, I really wasn't looking to play with men and wasn't even looking. For me, when I went prowling for dick, more often than not, I came up empty and after a while, I said, "Fuck it - I got better things to do..." - and the dicks were coming out of the woodwork.
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Yesterday I met with my fuck buddy. We had a great fuck fest, I always bottom for him. Whenever we meet I never know where hes gonna cum, in my ass, in my mouth, my face, anyplace. I was wondering, does anyone else LOVE to be bred? I like to swallow my mans cum, I'll take his cock straight from my ass to my mouth if thats what he wants. Theres no more satisfaction than going home and seeing his massive cum load dripping from my ass to the toilet. Does anuone else feel such a turn on from having another mans seed in your ass?

9 years ago i did a 3 some with a man and his wife we had met at bar and talked some first she made it plain i would have to let him do me and i said okay so we went to their house all got naked he eat her pussy while she sucked my dick and then she got on her back and i went to fucking her he then put his dick to my mouth and she said suck it so i can watch he was around 7 but thick finally he said now for your ass and she said pour it to him ,while he gets done with me he lubed my ass and then put it to me i could feel that dick strenching my asshole but it felt good me fucking her and him fucking me after we all got off we sit around had a few drinks and she wanted to see us 69 after about 10 minutes sold me to fuck him so she could watch him get it in his ass so i gave him a godd fucking and she just watched and then she was so hot she made him eat her out since i had filled her full he got to eat my cum cleaning her out i had 3somes with them for over 2 years till he retired and they sold their house and moved to another state

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Of course, another great dare was to fuck someone and/or be fucked; some guys ran away, some guys reluctantly complied, and many more were all too eager to accept the dare; by the time I was 11, there were as many as twenty guys who not only took the dare, they were one of us and always ready and willing to get naked and share their body with us.

Now, not all guys who refused the dare didn't get their introduction to dick; quite a few of them weren't of a mind to be so... public about it but, as it turned out, preferred to repeat the dare in a more private environment... and we'd eventually deem that the dare was satisfied even though we, collectively, didn't witness it, taking the word of whoever had that private moment with they guy who wanted to experience this kind of sex minus the audience and being cheered as they complied.

Among us, the dare was like a running joke; it didn't make sense to dare of us to suck somebody's dick, fuck or be fucked, when we all had proven that we'd do it and have fun doing it. Our resident gay bottom would sometimes get our attention and say something like, "I dare all of you to do it to me in my hiney!"

Yeah, right... like we needed a dare to fill his mouth and ass with our dicks and cum? Decades later, I ran across him, discovering that he lived across the street from me and we spent a great deal of time talking about "those good old days" and him telling me that having all that sex with us was the best thing that ever happened to him.

"You were always my favorite," he told me one day as we sat on my front steps.

"I kinda got that impression," I had said. Back in the day, we lived in the same apartment building - him on the first floor, me on the third and since our families were friends, we spent a lot of time together... and a lot of time with him sucking the cum out of my dick or moaning happily with my dick buried in his ass.

"The sex was all that," he said. "You had the biggest dick of all of us but, importantly, you did it to me with respect. I don't think you knew it then but I had fallen in love with you."

I hadn't known that but it explained a few things that, back then, I just didn't pay any attention to; we were not only friends but very good friends and to the point that if you messed with him, you messed with me... and nobody wanted to mess with me and anyone who did found out that they made a mistake that wouldn't be repeated.

We talked about the dare and even he said that he was sure that we all used it as an "excuse" to do it to any guy who wanted to hang out with us and I found myself agreeing with him; we'd gotten so brazen that when the dare was issued and the guy being dared declined, we wouldn't even ask him to leave - we'd just kinda collectively shrug, strip down, and show him what he was missing.

And that was usually enough to get the new guy to join in.

My childhood friend looked at me, smiled widely, and said, "We were some really nasty motherfuckers back in the day, weren't we?"

"Weren't we?" I asked in reply. "Sometimes I feel so embarrassed to think about all the shit we did to each other and how we didn't give a fuck one way or the other."

We'd gone inside my place to get some water and he got this grin on his face and said, "I dare you to let me suck you off..."

I laughed, he regaled me with his girlish laugh... and he gave my dick a sucking I won't forget any time soon. Afterward, he said, "You don't know how much I missed doing this to you. Now, I dare you to get it up and put it where it needs to be..."
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