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I fuck him as long as I want, and just before I come, the thrusts get harder. After I've filled his hole with my cum, I fuck him very slowly and as deeply as possible. This way, the gift stays deep inside, and I can push my cock out without any cum sticking to it.

It was spring 2010. I had my last HIV test a few weeks earlier, and ever taking another one would have been pointless. Back then, I was still a shy twink with long, blond hair and a coveted bubble butt. That was probably why I received a call that Friday evening. On the other end of the line was a new acquaintance of mine, let's call him Alex. "Acquaintance" was more accurate than "friends," because ever since we first met, it had only ever been about sex. And so he asked me if I wanted to come to Bulls Bar, a men-only bar in the gay district. He promised me an unforgettable evening if I prepared a little and put on a jockstrap. Like any other young gay man in his early twenties, I only had one thing on my mind and nothing else planned for that evening, so I agreed. Two hours later, I arrived at the bar and was a bit confused at first. All the windows were closed, and the door wouldn't open either. It took me a second to realize it was the kind of place where you had to ring the bell. When the door closed behind me, I found myself in a small, dark bar. At the beginning was the cloakroom, where a guy looked at me questioningly, asking if I wanted to go in like that. He advised me to leave my pants and jacket with him and said in a certain undertone, "Have fun, boy.“ So I was wearing only a black shirt, jockstrap, socks, and sneakers and looked around a bit. The place apparently wasn't too busy that evening, and so I saw Alex at the bar. A hot twink! Tall, slim, smooth with short brown hair, and his big cock was visible in his jockstrap. He knew exactly how to use his body to his advantage and was without a doubt the star of the place that evening. Next to him stood a short, older gentleman who could have been his grandfather. They chatted, and the older man was obviously very pleased with the company. He finished his beer and slipped €20 into Alex's jock as a thank you for a great conversation. Where else would I go, he wasn't wearing anything else... When he saw me, he greeted me with a smile and a clap on my butt. We ordered drinks and he explained to me why I should be here tonight. Because Bulls in Berlin is the place where the bareback scene meets. Anyone who has sex in this bar leaves with a “positive attitude.” Alex knew I'd recently become poz, and it didn't bother him—quite the opposite, in fact. But whenever I asked him about his status, he gave an evasive answer. Even though the question was probably rather unnecessary. Even though I sometimes explored the Berlin scene a bit naively, it was impossible to miss the way everyone there was staring at us. So Alex decided to show me the back room. A small, oblong room visible from the bar, where things really get going. At the entrance, there's a corner with leather mattresses and benches. Right behind it, a gynecological chair and a sling, followed by another corner with leather-covered benches and the door to the restroom. Other guys were already busy everywhere, and my cock immediately got hard, ready for a very special night. I barely looked around when Alex was already fully engaged. He was kneeling on the floor, surrounded by three guys whose cocks he took turns sucking. I could barely comprehend this image when I was greeted with, "Hey sexy Boy. nice to see you." Then I was pushed to my knees with a cock in my mouth. He grabbed the back of my head and thrust hard, only letting go when another guy let him know he wanted a go. As a 20-year-old boy, I actually had some expectations of my partner in terms of age and appearance. But I quickly realized that others would be making decisions about my body that evening. So, as I knelt there with one cock after another in my mouth, I felt a wet hand playing with my hole. I couldn't even see who it belonged to or what they looked like, but as I mentioned, that wasn't my decision tonight. I was ready and just wanted cum in my ass. From whom or how many was irrelevant at this point. But what happened next was something I didn't expect. Except for the guy I was sucking, everyone left me alone. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a group gathering around the sling. I wanted to watch what was happening, but someone grabbed the back of my head again, and the guy pressed his cock even deeper into my throat until he came shortly after. Now I could see what was happening, and my first thought was correct: Alex was lying in the sling. Around him were many men, all of them desiring him. He was quite busy fending off the many hands in his jock, on his nipples, and everywhere else. His head was turning from side to side, and he was taking every cock he could reach into his mouth. He was constantly moaning loudly. In my estimation, it wasn't just from horniness, but also from pain. Pain that could only come from a big cock that the daddy in front of him was mercilessly pushing into that greedy boy hole. A few men were still busy with each other, but most were standing around the sling, probably hoping to be next. And I was standing off to the side, having imagined the evening a little differently. Why did Alex invite me here if he was just going to do his own thing and ignore me at all? Why is the whore in the sling so important to everyone, while the other twink in the room suddenly seems uninteresting? What if I were lying in that sling? So we rewind a few minutes, and out of the corner of my eye, I can see Alex still kneeling on the floor, greedily working one cock after another. Meanwhile, the guy who had been lube-playing around my hole pulled me up from the floor and made it clear to me that I should lie down in the sling. I lay down and hadn't even put my legs in the loops when I felt his cock at my hole. He pushed his cock gently but firmly into me, and he obviously knew exactly what a young bottom needed. While he fucked me, and I was almost exploding inside with horniness, I was increasingly busy keeping some hands out of my jock. My head was constantly swinging from left to right as numerous cocks were being held out for me to suck. I was so busy that I barely noticed that the active guy was about to shoot his cum into my ass. And as soon as I looked, he moaned loudly and shot his cum deep inside me. That was just the beginning should be clear! And as soon as he pulled his cock out, the next one was there. I watched as he pushed his cock inside me, when someone grabbed my head and pulled it down. Alex looked at me from above, grinning. He forced my mouth open and let a lot of cum flow from his mouth into mine. The men standing around obviously found it pretty hot, and I did too. He was still grinning and said he knew I liked such gifts. Suddenly, number two was finished, and he pulled his cock out of my hole with a quick, "Thank you." A stocky, older man pushed his way through and tried to place his cock in my hole. Alex saw that I didn't want him and gestured to me: "You'll just have to go through with it." This stocky man tried to push his cock inside me for what felt like two minutes. Alex intervened and yelled at him: If you can't do it, make way for real men!' Visibly embarrassed, he let go of me and disappeared towards the bar. And so Alex signaled to another guy that it was his turn. I looked up at him questioningly and he indicated to me that he would now choose the guys who would be allowed to fuck me. He leaned down towards me and said: "You'll like Tom. I promise!" From the crowd around me stepped a guy who these days would be called an otter. Short, black hair and a beard, slim build, lots of tattoos and a hairy chest. He looked at me with a grin and winked at me to look down. He showed me his hard cock with a PA on the tip. Looking more closely, I noticed that his piercing had a small spike. I felt completely strange. A mixture of fear and endless horniness. Because I knew what this cock would do inside me and what every load of cum that landed in my hole today would do. But it was too late. He pushed his cock, with the cold piece of metal at the tip, into my cunt, which was already a bit open from two previous cocks. He fucked me hard for several minutes because he obviously enjoyed seeing my horniness. He noticeably slowed down and said, "I've never seen you here before. It's nice that you're here." I looked at him again very closely from top to bottom and only then noticed a very special tattoo he had above his cock. "I like your biohazard tattoo." Then he smiled again, rather wickedly, and started thrusting hard again. He asked if a young guy like me really knew where I was. I simply replied that I was only there because of guys like him and what he could give me. He obviously liked that answer a lot, and he gave me a few final thrusts, saying, "Then take my toxic load, you stupid little boy!" His load shot into my ass, and I was in complete ecstasy. He pulled his large, pierced cock out of my hole with a groan, and the cum slowly flowed out. He tried again and pushed the toxic load back where it belonged. The men standing around in the sling apparently wanted more, but Alex noticed that I needed a break. So the two of them helped me out of the sling, which was immediately occupied again. We sat down at a table next to the bar with some drinks and chatted for a while. This hot guy introduced himself as Tom, and we talked about how Alex and I met, my previous encounters with the Berlin BB scene, and how I became poz. Tom apparently enjoyed the conversation almost as much as the sex with me. He repeatedly stroked my leg towards my cock and clearly wanted more. "If you thought that was hot, wait until Oliver gets here." I asked who he was, and as Tom talked, I started to tremble with horniness. "When he's in town, he almost always comes Friday night at midnight." So we spent the next two hours talking, drinking, and having a little action in the back room. "Oliver will take any willing hole, but he would never turn down a cute poz Twink with a lot of cum in his hole." And shortly after midnight, he finally arrived. A tall guy in his late thirties, with a Mohawk, was standing next to the bar wearing nothing but socks and sneakers. His slightly toned body and a really nice cock caught the eye of everyone present. Oliver walked up to him with a grin and greeted him, only to immediately tell him everything about me. He obviously liked what Oliver heard. He came up to me and just said, "Hey!" At that point, it became clear to me that no matter what he said, I would do anything he wanted. Alex came out of the back room and greeted him as well. If they already knew each other, I probably never needed to ask about Alex's status again. Oliver already knew that I find poz guys hot, and he told me exactly what turned me on. But even if he had kept quiet, I would have gone with him without hesitation. For professional reasons, he travels the world a lot, and at some point, during his outings, he's caught a nasty infection from someone. Since then, he's been giving his cum to any willing guy. Any poz guy can give him a charge up, and every stupid boy who offers him his ass gets a very special gift. His cum is so toxic that a drop of precum is a fact. At that moment, I say, without meaning to, "Please fuck me! Use me! Do what you want to me!" He just grins and takes me to the play area... At least, he would have if the evening had turned out in my favor. Instead, Alex is still lying in the sling, getting fucked by one guy after another. Alongside that, I suck two guys' cocks and swallow whatever I could get. Alex didn't have a moment for me the whole time, so I headed toward the dressing room. Unfucked and without having cum myself, I left the bar. Outside the door, I decided to take a walk toward the park. There's a lot of action there on the weekends, and if I don't have any luck at a bareback bar, I'll still find someone there to fill my greedy Boy hole. I met Alex two or three more times before the acquaintance fizzled out. I was disappointed that he was so into the spotlight. What if I had been in his place that evening? I would have met some of the most famous poz guys in all of Berlin. They would have introduced me to others in the scene, and I would have been a welcome guest at private bareback parties or the Biohazard Party. Every positive man wants to give me a charge up, and I gratefully accept every toxic load. When I post on social media that I like to travel, that doesn't mean that I enjoy seeing the sights of other cities, but rather that I choose my travel destinations based on where there's a promising bareback scene. And in my mid-twenties, I would have been a high toxic whore, where every shot would be a direct hit.

It was. At the Metropolis complex in Augusta GA.

If you wanna top a younger bottom I’d love to come over

Nice reading, gets me wanting to try - but know I couldnt take that many

I don't like to go on @Naive, but hoping you have the next update to this story coming soon. 🙏

Mares and stallions in Amsterdam.. with lots of cum in holes etc.. entrance costs less that E15. I won't be going to the states to pay those figures for ant party!,

THAT is my perfect top. I have a deep seated desire to be used repeatedly by ever less desirable men, culminating in homeless guys in an alley somewhere

I have a cum fetish. I’m a versatile bottom and often play in groups with other bottoms that don’t do the whole competition thing. One thing I love is eating the loads out of eachother and making out swapping them. It’s really hot to share a kiss and pass back and fourth every load in him and mix it with every load in you until it’s gone. The last time I played with another bottom at a bathhouse he ate a few loads out of me, passed them to me while kissing me. I saw his cum drenched hole, got turned on, spat all that cum onto my dick, and then rammed my cock into him. When I was done, I ate it out of him and we made out again. He was a total bottom but a good one and used it to relube my ass when he noticed another guy coming up behind me. We went back and fourth like that all night. I got up for a while, left the cubicle, and came back with a lot of cum that had been in another bottom’s ass still on my dick and pushed it back in before having him clean off my dick and eating what was probably a mix of cum of most of the guys there that night. (I was the third or fourth guy to fuck several bottoms, I had about five loads in my ass, and about twenty in my cunt because I have a lot more control there and so once I’m tugging, milking, and massaging a cock with my fronthole he’s going to cum in me whether he intended to or not. I lost track for the bottom I was there with how many times he got bred since I was in and out (and at one point he was playing with tweakers with a bad case of crystal dick (who just pretended not to notice?) who I got bored with and I got immediately led away by the dick the moment I stepped foot outside the cubicle, so goodness knows if he got bred from that or not. The trade off for being trans male and not able to ejaculate every time is being able to stay hard and cum multiple times.) I’m can be submissive sometimes but it’s not my default setting by any means and most people who do any sort of kink play with me know that…. So my standard response to being called a brat by a Dom after sex is just playfully playing dumb, acting like I’m bored and chewing gum, and then blowing cum bubbles. (The standard response seem to be their dick jumping and the very not convincing response of “I hate you”.) I’ll use my fingers to take some cum out of my ass or my cunt, if I still want to get off I’ll use it as lube, and I’ll always taste it off my fingers or have him taste himself (or other guys who came in me before).

Chapter One was hotter than summer in Florida. The descriptions of the sex were spot on, but what made this installment really shine was the emotional intensity and the emotional contrast between Dan and Zach. Looking forward to more chapters.

Yes, Horse Market Los Angeles, was a mare for the first time last November.

I discovered a technique that really makes a guy feel amazing. In general, the more stimulation you can give him, the better. So if you are rubbing or holding his balls when he cums, it will definitely amplify his orgasm. I found out recently that I would use some massage oil on his balls and use both hands but using only my thumbs. We know that when a guy is close to cumming, the sides of his sack get tender and sensitive. So I will rub my thumbs in circular motions all over the sides, underneath, and around his balls. I do this when he is jerking off getting ready to cum in my mouth. I keep a steady rhythm as he starts shooting and it drove the guy crazy. He told me it felt like I was massaging the cum out of his balls. It's great if he is edging or it's building up slowly to a big finish as he can focus on the sensitivity of the massaging.

I LOVE edging a guy with my mouth, obviously my goal is a mouth full of his delicious load. Being on my knees sucking for a while always helps build up a nice mouthful. I've never sucked a guy for over an hour, longest session was probably 30-45 min. I love when I find a guy who has some time and wants to enjoy the build up. A lot of my sucks are quickies, I love attached guys so most don't have the time to edge for a while. A hot quickie is also a turn on, as a cock sucker I get off getting a guy off, when a guy cums after only a couple minutes I feel like such a cum thirsty faggot, total turn on. Find me verbal guy who'll sit back and let me tease his throbbing cock for a while and we'll both enjoy the happy ending. Damn now I need some cock again.

Very nice. Love the leather

Fucking awesome story. And thanks for the visuals. fucking hot. I'd love to take that cock and have it seed me.

When I was age 8 I stayed overnight at my cub scout buddy Tom McHugh’s house. At night alone before bed, he wanted to show me something his older brother had taught him. We got our dicks out and hard, and he showed me how if you grip just right, sliding your fingers up and down on it feels really good. I got the concept fast, but asked him to show me exactly how over and over like I couldn’t get it right (because it felt better when he did it to me) Hehehe I knew what I was doing. He showed me how if you kept going it felt better and better until you had to stop. I masturbated regularly after that, or at least rubbed myself until I couldn’t. I’d been doing this for . . . seemed like a year when one day when I got to that stopping point <spurt> out came a load. It felt even better! I was bummed though, that I’d have to start cleaning up after myself. Having two older brothers to educate me and parents that gave a lot less fucks with their third child, I was precocious and worldly. I read my way through a grocery bag full of adult paperbacks Dad ‘hid’ in the entry hall closet. ‘Everything You Want To Know About Sex But Are Afraid To Ask’ gave me the self-deceptive excuse that many boys go through a homosexual experimentation phase. The fact that the chapters dealing with homosexuality were my favorites . . . I knew. I knew I was different from earliest memory, but it was 2nd and 3rd grades when I discovered sex. After that I was humping my stuffed animals, fooling around with every friend I could including my cousin with whom I shared my first real blow jobs and buttfucking at 12. Horny kid, me. I once piled up the corduroy sofa cushions and humped them until I came. Left a stain. Mom never knew what caused it.

If I could give you 3 or 4 🐖 I gladly would. You earned them!

Fucking Awesome! The way it should be. Only, I'd like some verbal interaction. I'd want to know when he's about to flood my guts.

Chapter 12 We are all naked and Ivan steps up to Tom and starts twirling both floggers in a figure 8 motion, creating a whirling set of propellers that he aims at Tom’s chest. As Ivan increases the speed the barbs are causing scratches and Tom starts moaning as his cock grows to a steel rod. Ivan stops the twirling and then slams a strong flog targeting Tom’s nipples causing Tom’s cock to wilt. Ivan continues for several minutes slowing and speeding up. Ivan works down Tom’s abs. By now his chest and abs are bright red from the whipping and clearly the scratches have marked him. Ivan tells me to start jacking Tom’s cock and Tom’s cock is hard in seconds. Tom’s cock is drooling a string of cum that slowly stretches to the floor he is so turned on. Wanting my studs drool, I drop to my knees and start to take Tom’s cock in my mouth. Ivan yells at me to stop, he didn’t give me permission and with the flick of his wrist, one of the whips, cracks on my ass. More startled than anything, I immediately yelp as I pull off of Toms cock, but my cock is now hard as steel. Ivan says if I don’t listen I’ll be tied up next and learn to obey. Pushing me aside, Ivan’s attention is returned to Tom who if anything is even harder seeing Ivan chastise me. Ivan steps back to Tom and is again quickly twirling the flogs on Tom’s ever brightening chest. After a bit, Ivan slows down until he’s just lightly pulling the stands across Tom’s torso. Tom’s cock is hard again, being edged ever forward. Ivan then slowly slides the abrasive whip up Toms leg and under his balls. He repeats this on the other leg and then repeats it multiple times. Tom is groaning in pleasure. Ivan’s cock stands at full mast all this time as well. Ivan tells me to step back then begins the process all over, starting with Tom’s chest, nipples and then abs firmly striking followed by providing pleasure and a gentle caressing of his legs, and balls. With each cycle, Tom is slumping just a bit more, his positive moans are fewer and the groans and flinching grows more pronounced. Each cycle I jack Tom’s cock briefly, edging him to a new hard-on. Tom’s chest and abs are a bright red rash with streaks where the flogging has scratched him. As Ivan begins again a bit rougher and now sensing Tom has now submitted to his dominance. Ivan steps back and tells me to release the restraints but to leave the gag in place. I loosen the legs first and give Tom a minute to regain his footing. As I release Tom’s arms, Ivan tells me to guide Tom to the fuck bench laying on his stomach. Ivan then tells me to strap him down but leaving his head and neck free. I quickly attach the restraints to Tom’s ankles and wrists and then a belt across his back effectively pinning him to the table, legs spread and ass presented to Ivan. Ivan steps up with a paddle in one hand and a small bucket of J-lube in the other. He sets the bucket down, then rears back and slaps the paddle onto Tom’s ass. He looks at me and grins as he tells me it’s time for me to learn how to completely dominate this fucker.