Page 45 of Gay Sex Club Collection

The stallion snuffled and nodded his head as he backed out of the pony, his wet cock slipping out.

“I think you’ll find your pony well-bred,” the stock woman said, taking the reins and giving her stallion a pet. But the stallion nodded and brayed again, pulling on his reins. “Oh,” the woman said. “On second thought, it seems he wants another turn.”

The stallion mounted the pony again, sliding his cock straight back in. The pony cried out, neighing and nodding his head, while the stallion kept his hooves on the pony’s back. He bucked and bucked, ramming the pony hard, and when he was balls deep and let out a loud whinny, he bred the pony again.

He snorted, nodding his head up and down, and this time when he slipped out of the pony, his cock was spent.

Breathing hard, the stallion stomped his foot on the ground, signaling he was done.

The pony threw his head back in response, braying softly. His asshole was gaping and leaking come.

Well-bred indeed.

When the stoic woman led the stallion out of the room, the farmer undid her pony’s hobbles and untied his reins. “Such a good pony,” she said. He neighed and shook out his mane. “Let’s get you back to the stable.”

Hotel Room Anon

Tonight’s scene was one I’d seen a hundred times. Not to say that I was bored with it. Quite the opposite, actually. This scene never got old and never failed to be hot.

A hotel room anonymous come dump.

The room was staged as a hotel room. Queen-size bed, bedside table and lamp, and not much else but for a naked, blindfolded man positioned on the edge of the bed, with his ass raised and ready for whoever walked through the door.

His name tonight was Caleb. It was the only detail I had on him—not unusual. And chances were, Caleb wasn’t his real name.

But tonight Caleb was expecting eight visitors. Eight anonymous men would take turns walking through the door, fucking him however they wanted, then simply walking out. Well, men seven and eight would walk through together for a tag-team effort.

No role-playing, no games, no dialogue. Just fucking, coming deep in Caleb’s ass, and walking out.

Each man to walk through the door would be wearing a yellow wristband. That way I knew they were legitimate participants. They were given a wristband when they arrived and signed in, and if anyone walked through that door without one, I hit the alarm and security would burst through that door in a second.

Not that we expected that kind of trouble in this club. But rules were rules, and I liked rules.

Anon come dumps were a common thing on most porn sites. Most were a Craigslist or Grindr special; most were sketchy and dangerous. This was a controlled environment where each participant’s testing status was on record. Caleb, the man who was paying to have eight men come in his ass, was in safe hands.

A lot of safe hands.

Caleb knelt on the edge of the bed, his forehead on the mattress, arms beside his legs, his ass high and waiting.

The first man came through the door, wearing jeans and a black T-shirt, sneakers. “Damn, look at that ass,” One said, rubbing his hand over the man’s ass cheek, inspecting the hole. “Fresh virgin ass too. Gonna fuck that first load in real deep.”

One gave himself a squeeze and undid his jeans but left himself tucked away for now. He poured lube down Caleb’s ass crack. And that was the only courtesy he afforded him, because then he pulled out his dick, lined it up, and pushed his way in.

Caleb gripped the bedcovers and groaned. He instinctively leaned forward, away from the intrusion, but One grabbed his hips and pulled him back, hard, forcing his cock all the way in.

“Oh no, you’re not going anywhere. You wanted this cock, you fucking take it.”

Caleb moaned, his back arching, but he took it.

And god, did he take it hard. No mistaking it, the first man was there to fuck. He drilled into him, gripping his hips, unforgiving, and he came with a roar.

One shook and shuddered, and Caleb groaned as he took it deep. One pulled out, his cock wet and heavy, and he simply tucked himself back in, did his jeans up and walked out.

Just like that.

Caleb hadn’t even had time to straighten up before man two walked in. Two was a tall thin man, wearing black sweatpants and a gray T-shirt. He simply walked over, ran his hand up and over Caleb’s ass, then pulled his sweatpants down at the front, took out his cock, and with the barest of lube, he grabbed Caleb’s hips and drove his cock inside him.

Caleb grunted and gripped the bedcovers, and Two hammered a quick load into him.

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