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I used to be like you. I tried everything I could think of not to be gay. But I started sucking cock at 18 and getting fucked soon after. Same background. There is a 12 step program called Sex Addicts Anonymous and if you think it will help you, I say go for it. Or....you could realize that there is nothing wrong with you or your desires. The beautiful thing about it is that we are specifically made this way because there are men who were specifically made to fuck another man. They need us like we need them. Sure society has taught us it is wrong, immoral or whatever, but that is just ignornance. To offer your well prepped hole up to another man to breed takes a certain amount of enlightenment. And a great deal of self acceptance. Realizing we are part of the natural order of things helps us get there, and frees us from that guilt you feel after each binge, much like a drug addict. I am also at this point a middle aged professional. But I know that I am a bottom and that I am at my highest and best the second before a man lets his nut go inside me. Not to belittle myself in any way, or to denegrate any of my other traits and abilities, but at that moment is when I feel the most spiritual. Totally connected to the Universe. The only time close to that for me is when I am creating art. Sometimes that can be the same. Sometimes. Now, the disease issue is completely separate. When we take anonymous raw cocks, we take a risk. Fortunately now there is Prep (Truvada). If I were you I'd do that immediately. At least then you won't have to worry about HIV. There are other infections that are just part of the risk, but they are curable and/or treatable. You have to decide how much risk is comfortable for you. You can take raw cock without being a bath house whore (which by the way is a great thing to be from time to time-no judgement intended). You can develop a "stable" of regulars who will be happy to have an outlet for their own needs. That is what I do mostly. I do binge when I travel and I do that every 2-3 months, but now I am finding I am curbing my over indulgence out of respect and concern for those regulars. I do not want to pass anything on to them that I pick up during a binge. So far I have not. But as for the risk, you have to keep it in perspective. You risk being killed every time you drive your car. Does that fact keep you from driving? Planes crash on occasion. Does that keep you from flying? Let the tops you know be aware that you are there for them. And savor it when you earn their validation in the form of their seed inside you.

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I was traveling, had a stop over and spent the last night in an airport hotel. Arrived in the evening and saw two men, obviously father and son, about 50 and 20, both pretty cute, checking into their room right before me. I went to the hotel's sauna later, and I was alone there in the beginning. There was a nice steam bath. I got naked (as it is the custom in central Europe) and sat in the steam. A few minutes later someone entered the steam room. It was the son. He took a sit opposite of me, watching me every couple of seconds. He was wearing swimwear. "Is it okay to sit here naked?" he asked after a short while, and I told him "pretty much". He got rid of his pants and exposed a half erect fuck toy which looked like a fire hose. I hadn't cummed in a week and was pretty horny, and immediately I felt my blood pulsing in my cock, which stood up in a second. Quicker than I could imagine, the boy was in front of me and pushed my head down his meat until my nose was deep in his bushy pubes. Even though he was not really hard yet, I had problems to take this anaconda all the way into my throat. I pushed him away, lifted my ass and turned a bit around. With no hesitation he moved behind me and before I could say a word, he pushed his cock inside me that I almost fainted. No lube, no condoms asked, two brutal thrusts and he was balls deep. I let him continue with no comment, and after a few seconds I could tell that he was shooting about 8 shots while he gave me his last 8 thrusts. He pulled out immediately and left without a word. What a poor lover - but so hot. I opened the cold shower and stood under it for two long minutes until I was almost freezing though still in the steam. Suddenly the door opend and in stepped - the father. I was a bit frightened for a second, but obviously he did not run into his son before. He asked me, if there is anyone else around here, and I said no. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, but when he saw me sitting naked, he opened it and exposed this very similar huge piece of meat. He was pretty much builtr like his son, only much more hairy. I closed my eyes and did nothing but exposing myself to his view. After a while I took a look, and saw him sitting there with a huge boner. "Wow, you are pretty big" I said. "Yeah, too big for most people..." he said. "Really?, not for me, I think". I bluntly lifted my ass and turned around, and this guy was as spontaneous and horny as his son had been. In no time he was behind me and entered me without wasting time or words. It took him much longer to get close, and so I could really enjoy a good fuck. Just thinking that this man's own son's jizz was serving the dad as lube in my ass was so hot that the situation made me cum after a few moments. I shot my load quietly without him noticing, and so he continued the fuck until he became slower and I could tell that he gave me all his liquid boys with a dozen heavy thrusts. I sank down on the bench wasted. He thanked me and went out. The next morning, when I saw them in the breakfast room, I had their loads still inside me.

Positive Lite ran an article on this titled "The Truvada Wars: AHF Launches Misinformation Campaign on PrEP." It makes a pretty powerful point. Don't compare PrEP to Birth Control Pills. Compare poor adhearance to PrEP to poor adhearance with Condoms! Would AHF run adverts recommending against condoms, because when rubbers are not used as directed, they Don't Work? AHF is PAYING for these ads to run in print magazines in Florida and California. I find it difficult to understand why the rest of the board of directors is allowing it. This is anti-PrEP propaganda, spewing FUD! (Fear, Uncertainty and Doubt) When I first heard about PrEP, I wasn't comfortable with it. I immediately thought of all the standard arguments against it (without having read them). But after I let it sink in a bit, I recognized it was just another screwdriver in the toolbox. One more thing we can use to prevent the spread of HIV, and a pretty darn good one at that. Why hasn't AHF come to the same conclusion? Maybe it's time for people to vote with their wallets, and stop donating to AHF. How much money have they taken away from AHF's other helpful and constructive initiatives, to pay for all thier anti-PrEP garbage? Ohhhhhh! I just got a great idea of how to make the point. Send them a cheque for some amount (say $100), but write VOID across the face. Add a note on the back saying "As AHF no longer is interested in HIV prevention, I will not donate to your organization. AHF would just waste my money by paying for anti-PrEP advertisements!" (Or something similar) Online outrage is just noise! I understand that politicians consider a letter by postal mail, as worth ten times that of an email. This acts as both a letter, and a financial disincentive. If AHF received enough of voided cheques flooding in through the mail, it would make a very powerful statement! How can we make this idea go viral? Mail to: AIDS Healthcare Foundation 6255 W. Sunset Blvd 21st Floor Los Angeles, CA 90028

After looking around these forums I plan on talking to my dr about PrEP. I'm such a cum hungry slut now that at this rate I'm bound to get pozzed if I don't do something. Today I had a hot married young Latino soldier stop by and he was in love with my tight thick white ass. I think I still have hand prints on my ass from him smacking my ass so hard. He filled me up and left and less then 5 minutes later a white soldier with a fucking soda can thick cock stretched my hole out and filled me with another load. I swear ever since I started having my ass filled with cum I don't think my erections have gone down at all. I'm constantly hard and love the "squishy" feeling of being filled with cum.

Just because we're all twisted pigs, here's a picture of me immediately after doing my biggest-ever slam just a few hours ago.

The strange man had been following me for blocks. I first noticed him when I came out of the coffee shop - I always notice a good looking guy on the street, and this one was right up my alley. Mid-40s, solid muscular build, scruffy facial hair. Nothing like my boyfriend, who is in his late 20s, smooth and athletic. Very hot, but very different from the man on the street. I saw him look away when I made eye contact with him, and didn’t think much of it as I turned and walked down the street. It was only when I came out of the convenience store a few minutes later and saw him a few doors down, pretending to be reading the paper, that I thought something was up. I kept walking, my gym bag slung over my shoulder, trying to shake the thought that he was actually following me. It’s not that it’s so unusual for men to notice me on the street - I’m good looking, 32, 6’1 180, with a very good body. So maybe this guy really was cruising me, only he’s a bit more shy than your average gawker. I was kind of excited by the prospect of being stalked like this, but I had plans for the gym, so I walked on. I glanced back several times, and saw he was still there - I was sure he was following me now, and I wanted to find out his intentions. I turned a corner and sped along half a block and ducked into an alley. I allowed enough time for him to get close, and then emerged from my hiding spot, practically running into him in the process. “What are you doing, man? Are you following me?” “I’m sorry, Joey. I didn’t want you to find out this way.” “What did you say? How do you know my name?” “Its complicated, Joey. Maybe we should go someplace and chat.” “No, dude. What the fuck? Tell me how you know my name.” “Well, OK. Your boyfriend asked me to find out what you’ve been up to. It seems some of your activities lately have made him suspicious that you may be cheating on him. So he hired me, a Private Investigator, to find out the truth. Now would you like to go someplace and chat?” I nodded, and we found a quiet coffee shop where we could speak privately. *** “So Joey, it seems you got a little careless with your computer, and your boyfriend found some things that made him wonder. What he saw wasn’t conclusive, but he said it fit with a pattern of behavior lately, you being a bit less connected, a bit distracted, maybe not quite as attentive sexually. All that by itself wasn’t enough, but when he saw that you had been browsing craigslist m4m ads when you left it up on your browser, it got him wondering. And he loves you so much, he didn’t want you to be mad if it just turned out to be his own insecurities creating this worst-case scenario, so he hired me to help him find out. And I’ve been doing some research on you for a few weeks now.” “But I never…” “I know, Joey. I know. What I’ve found out is that you have an active fantasy life. You like to browse personal ads, even place some yourself. You like to chat with other guys online, even interacting on the phone and on cam with some. But based on what I’ve observed while I’ve been watching you, I believe you when you assert that you have never cheated.” “Oh, good. So you can just tell him that and we can move on?” “Well Joey, it’s not quite that simple. I promised him I would tell him what I found out about what you’ve been doing. And I think we both know he wouldn’t be very happy to find out about the things you’ve been doing, even if it’s only online. Isn’t that right?” I blushed, and looked away. I know he would be devastated to find out about the things I’ve been fantasizing about, and the fact that I was doing it with random guys online. I felt a knot in the pit of my stomach, thinking that this could be the end of my relationship. “So Joey, here’s what I would propose. I think there’s a way we could both get what we wanted from this, and you and your boyfriend could continue on as you have been.” “Really?? How?” “Well Joey, I’ve become quite familiar with your fantasy life lately. And I have to say, I think it would be hot to make it a reality.” “Wait, what?” “You heard me. I think that you’ve been holding back on your desire to act on your fantasies, and the only way to save your relationship and have me tell your boyfriend that you’re not cheating on him, is to actually cheat. With me.”

A Boy finds his Dad Christopher had enough of his father’s abuse. Not the kind of abuse your dirty mind is thinking. Ever since he told his parents he was gay his father kept calling him Chrissy and referring to him as his daughter. Christopher never acted like a girl although he loved to be a little submissive to other guys in his class. His only sexual experience was sucking guys off in school. The day came when he had it and left home. He packed up some clothes and headed out the back door while his parents slept. He walked through the night and eventually found himself at the bus depot. He paid for a one way ticked out of town and climbed on the bus. He slept most of the night and the next day woke to a new city, a new life. He walked off the bus and wondered around the city. That’s when I saw him. I was coming out of the bathhouse as he stood there across the street, looking at the door, checking out the men as they came out into the daylight. He looked barely 16, standing 5’10”, very thin build, baggy clothes, dirty blond hair that hung over his pretty blue eyes and he couldn’t have weighed over 145 pounds soaking wet. He approached me with a smile on his face. For someone so young he was very brave and direct. He asked me if I was into younger guys. I told him that it depended on the guy and he had to be over 18. He asked if I was into him. I asked him his age and he told me he was 18. I didn’t believe him and that’s when he showed me his birth certificate. He was barely 18 and legal. I was 45 and old enough to be father. The kid looked so angelic. I asked him where he lived and found out that he ran away from home to get away from his father’s verbal abuse. He said he was looking for a daddy to make him his boy. He went on to say that he wanted a poz, party daddy who would make him his very own poz, party boy. I couldn’t believe what I just heard. My well used cock sprang back to life. I was still flying from my partying the night before. I asked him his name, he told me Christopher. We continued to talk as we walked back to my apartment. He followed me inside and we sat down. I asked him if he was sure of all that he wanted. He told me that’s all he thought about ever since he started to jack off when he was 12. He found stories on the net on the subject of pozzing and drug use and he couldn’t get them out of his head. He knew exactly what he wanted and I was the man to give it to him. I asked him one last time if he was sure that he wanted to be a poz, party boy. He replied that he wanted to be my poz, party boy. Looking at this cute, young, virgin boy I was thinking with my crotch. Christopher watched with fascination as I pulled out a couple rigs and my tina. He asked if we could share the rig. He wanted to be sure that he was going to get pozzed. I told him that I could invite some of my friends over or take him to the baths, but he wanted me to be the one to poz him. He wanted that connection to me so that he’d be my poz son and I his poz daddy. I told him that we would share our slam. Since I was still flying I didn’t need much to keep me going, but he wanted a good dose to join me as he put it. I decided on still using 2 rigs to be sure to give us both what we wanted. He watched as I prepped them and stuck both in my arm. I was sure to fill them with my blood as he wanted before pulling them from my arm. He helped me as I removed the tourniquet from my arm and watched as I coughed and my cock began to leak. It was now his turn, his turn to get what he was asking me for, his turn to become what he was seeking. He placed the tourniquet on himself as I had both rigs in my hand. His eyes were glued to what I was doing as I found 2 good veins and stuck each rig in and emptied them into his arm. I could see the delight in his eyes as I pulled them from his arm and he held his arm over his head. I asked if he was ready and he shook his head yes. I released the tourniquet and watched the look in his face change as the drug hit him hard. I don’t think he expected it to be so much. He coughed out as he laid himself back on the bed. I asked if he was ok, he replied that he felt great. He was ready for me to take his cherry and make me his boy forever. I was in no rush to fuck him. I wanted Christopher to enjoy his rush as I began to eat his smooth hole. I still couldn’t believe he was 18 but he had the proof. Christopher moaned as I got his hole nice and wet. He began to beg me to fuck him, that he had to have my poz cock inside his neg hole. When I knew he was ready I moved up and positioned my hard, dripping cock at his hole. I made sure to keep eye contact with him as I entered his ass. I could tell the drugs were doing their job as his hole sucked my 8” piece of steel deeper into Christopher’s formerly virgin hole. I was in no rush to cum since I was enjoying watching Christopher’s face as I fucked away his virginity. This was a great way to spend a Sunday fucking a virgin who just partied for the first time. I looked him in his eyes and asked if he could feel my DNA flowing through his veins as I fucked his very willing hole. He wrapped his legs around my waist and asked me to pound away at him. He really wanted to feel my power as I plowed his hole. I couldn’t resist his request and began to pound away without mercy. It didn’t take long before I was filling him up with my seed. I was always a big cummer, and my loads got bigger them more I cum. By now this kids ass was being filled with a good load of my poison seed. Before the day was done, Christopher took half dozen loads and begged me for a rig of nothing but my poz blood. I was not one to refuse him but told him he had to take another slam along with the rig of blood. He agreed and I had 2 more rigs in his other arm.

Middle aged, professional male. The guy next door type that everybody likes. Very conservative looking. Live in a smaller town. All my friends and family are straight, conservative types. However I at a young age was attracted to cock, but hid my attraction for many years and didn't suck my first cock till age of 26. From there I couldn't get enough but it was always oral. I then met a guy who wanted to fuck me. I was so tight he had a hard time getting in and he started to lose his hard on,he got pissed at the situation and said screw it and slipped the condom off and pushed his raw cock into me, pounded me silly and shot his load inside me. From then on I was hooked. I wanted more and more cum inside my hole. I'm constantly worrying about catching something, ( I'm not a chaser). I try to go back to safe sex with condoms but it never sticks, I want raw cock. Why am I addicted to bareback sex? I take a break for awhile relieved my std test all come back neg and vow to not fuck raw again. That last about 2 weeks and when I fall off the wagon I fall hard, this last time I quit and came back I took 5 cocks and loads in one day and that still wasn't enough. Is this like a drug addiction? Do u need a 12 step program or what?

This story is based on an actual event that only recently did I remember.* As I was drunk and high and passed out for part of the night it is no wonder I didn't remember it. I started to go to a few local gay bars when I was 19 and being a cute shy lonely twink I rapidly met many older men.* After about a year I had many older friends and while they all hit on me at first they realized I only wanted to be friends. Many nights I would go back to one of their houses for a few drinks and I'd crash on their sofa or a guest room.* A few got me in their beds but other than cuddling nothing would happen. One night I was with two friends, Tony and John, who were in their late 40s and we were joined by one of their buddies from out of town that I had never met before.* He was about their age and his name was Henry. Henry asked who the cute little boy was as he sat down to join us.* Tony introduced me as their friend, Bob and we all drank and chatted for about an hour when Henry leaned over and whispered to Tony and when Tony nodded Henry then leaned towards me and asked if I wanted to go with him to do a line (of coke.) We went out to his car and did a couple of lines as we talked.* He was very interested in how a small young think hung out with mostly older guys but wasn't having sex with them.* I mostly blushed and said I am usually a top and only go for younger smaller boys. Shortly after we rejoined our friends the bar started to get busy and noisier and Tony asked if we wanted to go to his house and we all agreed and went there. Tony always looked and acted like a gentleman.* He was so proper like the kind you only see on TV.* He was born wealthy and believed in showing it but not in a gaudy tacky way.* He stood about six foot two and even at his age had an athletes body.* I dreamed many nights about becoming his boy but never let him know it.* I made sure when we were out that I bought him nearly as many drinks as he bought me as I didn't want him to think I was looking for a sugar daddy.* He always had a tan too and basically he looked incredible.* John was the almost exact opposite.* He was shorter than me at only 5' 6 (to my 5'9, although I wished I was shorter) and he had some fat.* He wasn't really fat but instead just didn't take care of himself and he was happy as he was.** Like Tony he had lots of money but he made his in less than legal ways.* John would also love to grab my ass and more than once got his hand down the back of my pants and tried to finger me.* He was very touchy with everyone and I learned to get use to it although he made me blush whenever he touched my ass. Once we got to Tony's we sat in his parlor and he made us all drinks and then Henry poured out a huge pile of coke and we all started to get high.* After an hour Tony went to bed and that is when John turned on the TV and got out some DVDs and Henry made more drinks. John's porn was all bareback twinks fucking and cumming into their tight holes.* Henry was making lots of nasty comments about boysluts loving to be bred and stuff like that.* When the first video ended and John got the next ready Henry set up some more lines and they were huge.* He did one then handed me the straw and when I tried handing it back after doing a line he told me to do another and I did and sat back ready for the blast in my head to begin. As the video started Henry said it was hot and took off his shirt.* Wow I thought what a stud as I saw his perfectly hairy chest.* I didn't notice he was watching me stare at him and when he rubbed his flat belly and dipped his hand into his crotch I moaned and squeezed my clothing covered cock.* Later he told me that was when he knew he was getting to me. Ten minutes into the video the two big lines were starting to peak in my head as I watched a a big jockish guy plowing into a little twink and I was feeling every grunt the boy made.* I didn't even notice when John stood and took off his pants.* John started to stroke his cock and that caught my attention.* Henry seeing me watch John decided to lose his pants too.* He then walked over to the table in just his boxers and set up more lines and just as big.* He turned to me and asked if I was hot being all dressed and I said I was OK so he told me that if this coke wasn't making me hot then I needed to do three lines this time.* I was flying so high and the thought of doing three big lines made me excited.* I walked over and he handed me the straw and told me to do a line into each nostril.* I barely could get each one snorted they were so big.* Henry said just wait a minute then do the third line.* I started to sweat and knew I was about to be higher than ever and then he told me to do the line. I leaned over and did the line and as I stood up Henry said "Bobby you must be so hot let me help you.* Put your hands up" and he lifted my shirt over me head and said, that must be better, and he went and sat down as I stood still for a moment that felt like an hour but finally went back to my seat. On the TV another bigger jock boy was looking at a smaller younger twink and was rubbing his cock clearly hot for the boy.* Henry asked if I liked the guys and would I want to fuck them.* I told him the smaller boy was perfect but the jock was too big and he looked older than me.* John said he'd fuck either of them and Henry laughed that John would fuck anything.* John and Henry both were stroking their cocks and I could see them both dripping and I wanted them but was so afraid.* The jock in the porn had just walked up to the boy and reached down and lifted his shirt off him just as Henry had done to me. Henry looked over at me and told me, "Bobby take off your pants".* He was still stroking himself as he spoke.* I watched him stroke as I stood and removed my jeans.* "Bobby sit here" as he patted the space next to him.* My head was really spinning now although I finally realized that he was calling me Bobby not Bob.* As I sat next to him he wrapped his arm around me and said watch the TV. In the video the jock was removing the boy's shorts and pushing him onto a table.* Henry started to describe the scene.* "Bobby, watch how the top gets what he wants.* The boy is scared and afraid but the top doesn't force him but instead guides him.". For the rest of the video Henry explained how easy it is for a dom top to get the cherry of any boy.* He told me that almost all young boys want a man to take them but most are afraid.* As the boy was being fucked he looked so hot and Henry pointed out how the boy never touched his own cock and that for a boy to truly love being fucked he should only concentrate on the cock in his ass.* The video ended with the jock shooting inside the boy as the boy started to cum having never even touched his cock.* Henry then asked me if I wished I was the jock fucking the boy or if I wished I was the boy being fucked.* I wanted to be the boy but was afraid to say so and Henry then said that's OK Bobby, John and I won't tell anyone, go ahead tell us.* I want to be the boy I said quietly and Henry hugged me and told me he was proud of me.* I felt so good that I made him proud of me. The next video started and Henry told me to watch how the top doesn't ask the boy but instead the top does what he wants, however the boy must agree or he could tell the top no. Most tops he said aren't real Dom men so he understands why my past experiences weren't great. He then asked if I would trust him to show me how I could be a good boy and I nodded and he hugged me. Henry got up and took my hand and led me to the table and we did a couple of lines each. On the TV a twink was pushed to his knees and had a huge cock pushed into his mouth. Henry said he loved watching a boy suck a cock, then looked in my eyes and told me I should go suck John so that he could watch me on my knees. I looked at John and he let go of his cock and leaned back and spread his legs and I got down in front of him and started to suck his cock.

I think that one of hottest things that can happen is a safe sex bottom getting a taste of raw cock and becoming a take all loads slut who NEEDS loads up his ass. Does this sound like any of you guys? I'd love to hear just how someone went from always using condoms to begging to be filled with lots of anon cum.

Josh and Bobby had been drinking at a club that Josh could get Bobby into. Bobby was only 20 and Josh being 26 knew a few bartenders that would serve his little friend. Bobby stood at 5'6" and weighed 110 pounds and that with his blond hair and blue eyes made him look much younger but he was comfortable being with Josh and knew Josh would protect him. Josh was nearly 6 feet tall and 180 pounds of well built muscle along with his brown hair and brown eyes and he was a total stud. Josh liked Bobby but knew that Bobby only had one sexual experience before and it was bad so he didn't rush his little buddy but knew one day he get that tight ass. The bar was about to close when Josh ran into Stan, a friend of his, and asked Bobby if they could all go to Bobby's place for a few more drinks as his roommates were away and Bobby thought that sounded good but didn't like the look of Stan. Stan looked a few years older than Josh and had a small beer belly and looked like his lost his razor a few days ago making him look like someone Bobby would normally avoid. On the ride to Bobby's he asked Josh about Stan as Stan was following in his own car and Josh told him that Stan was ok he just looked rough but wait until you see what he brought us. Bobby was anxious now but Josh made he wait. After they all settled down in the living room and Bobby got everyone a drink Stan pulled out a pipe and a bag of off-white colored rocks that looks like maybe wax to Bobby. Josh then explained that it was rock cocaine and would be better than that time I shared the white powder crap with him. Bobby watched Stan smoke and then Josh explained to Bobby what to do and helped him. Bobby was nervous and didn't inhale much and blew it out quickly so he didn't feel the rock they way he should have. After about an hour Bobby couldn't figure out what the big deal with this drug was as it didn't do much of anything for him and finally told Josh that he was tired and was going to lie down but they should feel free to stay. Bobby got undressed and laid down on his bed as quietly listened to the guys and a couple of minutes later Stan opened his door. Bobby was quick to tell Stan he didn't want anymore or anything else but Stan knew how to handle a boy like Bobby and asked him one question. "Bobby do you like your ass rimmed?" Bobby's face went red as getting his ass licked was his biggest desire. "Bobby, you do not need to do anything, just lie on your belly and let me lick you hole as you fall asleep. Wouldn't you like to fall asleep having your hole licked?" Bobby nodded and meekly said "Yes" "Good boy, just lie back down and let me give you some great dreams." Bobby lied back down but then turned his head and told Stan not to do anything else and Stan told him other than licking his ass he wasn't going to do anything unless Bobby told him to. Just then Josh entered the room but stood at the door quietly. Bobby wasn't sure this was a good idea until Stan pulled Bobby's cheeks apart a started to lick Bobby. "Oh my god" exclaimed Bobby as he finally felt his hole being licked. "Bobby, are you ok?" asked Josh as he walked towards the bed. "I'm sorry, I didn't know Stan came in here, I'll get rid of him." "No, don't." Bobby said but before he could finish speaking Stan starting to lick him again. "Wow, that's so good. Don't stop, please don't stop." Stan continued to lick the tight little hole and Josh sat on the bed and stroked Bobby's back and told him to think only about his boypussy. Bobby lifted his head a little and Josh pushed it down gently and told Bobby to relax and enjoy this. Bobby started to moan loader as he knew he didn't need to be quiet and his mind became flooded with sex thoughts and feelings of pleasure. Josh lifted Bobby's head and softly told him "Bobby, your little boypussy looks so good, could I lick it for awhile?" Bobby nodded as he moaned and Josh leaned into the boy and for the first time kissed him. "Bobby tonight you let me and Stan give you all the pleasure you can handle." Josh kissed him again then moved to the end of the bed and as soon as Stan slid away Josh's tongue touched the hole he wanted and knew was his tonight. Bobby's moaning was so cute and got both men so hot. Stan started to undress and once he was naked he sat on the bed and rubbed Bobby's head. Josh seeing that Stan was ready stabbed his tongue into Bobby as Bobby bucked and moaned louder. "Bobby, Josh has his tongue in you now." Bobby looked over at Stan and moaned as their eyes met. Stan then leaned down and this time Bobby knew what was coming and he leaned into Stan as their tongues met. Stan took control though and held Bobby's head as he tongue fucked Bobby's mouth just as Josh was tongue fucking Bobby's hole. Stan then pulled away but pushed his hard cock towards Bobby's mouth. Bobby watched the cock getting closer to his open mouth and started drooling thinking about sucking his cock. "Stan don't" said Josh, "you told Bobby you wouldn't do anything unless he asked so don't you dare put your cock in his mouth." Bobby sadly closed his mouth but then knew what to do. "Stan could I", was all he got to say before Josh interrupted him saying "Stan why don't you get back down here". The men then switched positions and once Stan started licking Bobby and got him moaning again and watching Josh. "Bobby should I get undressed too?" "Yeah, I wanna see your .." "Bobby, you want to see my cock?" "Yes, is that ok" "Bobby I hope you want to do more than see it" Josh then started to strip as he watching Bobby and once he reached to finally pull off his boxers Bobby was again drooling. "You want this don't you?" asked Josh as he grabbed his boxer covered hardon. "Yeah I want to suck you so bad" "Bobby I can't wait to let you but you need to wait a minute till I get back" Bobby looked confused but Stan knowing that Josh was just going for the pipe and rock started to stab Bobby's hole faster getting the boy to pound his fists into his bed. Josh then returned and told Bobby that before he could suck he needed to do another hit and this time to do it exactly as he was told. Stan stopped rimming the boy and let him sit up. Josh then placed a larger rock and told Bobby to inhale slowly but not to stop inhaling until he pulled the pipe away and then to hold the smoke until he was told to exhale. Bobby nodded and did exactly what he was told to do. Once he finished inhaling Josh took the pipe and did his own hit and handed it to Stan. Bobby looked panicked as Josh hadn't yet told him to exhale and just when he felt like he would pass out Josh nodded to him. Bobby exhaled and immediately his head took off. Josh moved Bobby onto the floor as he himself exhaled and Bobby went to his knees and started to suck Josh as if his life depended on it. Josh held Bobby's head and slowly but forcefully pushed until his pupes met Bobby's face. "Bobby, now that is what rock is suppose to do to you. You need your throat fucked don't you?" Bobby shook his head up and down as he couldn't speak. Stan sat and did a hit as he watched the show and when he put the pipe down Josh pulled Bobby's face off his cock and turned the boy's head toward Stan's cock and pushed Bobby down on it. Josh stepped back and watched for a few minutes and then reloaded the pipe and told Bobby to stand up. "Bobby, do it exactly as you did last time but as soon as you finish inhaling I want you to get on your bed on your belly as you are going to feel your hole being licked will be even better." Bobby didn't say anything just opened his mouth and started to inhale. Then once the pipe was pulled away got on his bed as Josh did his hit. Josh knelt down and when he heard Bobby exhale he exhaled directly into the boy's hole as he started to tongue fuck it hard. Bobby started to think how much better it might feel if Josh used his cock instead of his tongue.

I never ask. In fact, I love taking poz loads. And when the load is unmedicated - even better. Being on PrEP lets me be a bug chaser indefinitely. And if the numbers role against me and I get knocked up by a Truvada-resistant strain - I'm OK with that too... If that happens then it was just meant to be.

Just got fucked. The guy was cute, 40s, well built, and with a long and pretty thick cock with a slight upward curve that can get really hard. He was kissing my neck and biting my nipple while I played with his hardening cock. He spit on his fingers and slowly worked them into my hole or a few minutes before laying me on my back on the bed. He put a bit more spit on the head of his cock and shoved in without enough lube--my favorite. I like when a guy is impatient to cum and uses my hole roughly to get his nut. He started pumping his long curved cock into me gripping my body close to his. My favorite position to get used in. Eventually he turned me over, spit more on his cockhead, and penetrated me from behind. This time instead of shallower thrusts, he stuck his whole thick eight inch shaft into me. He was harder now, so I knew he was going to cum. He pumped me for a while longer and started groaning. Then he pulled out and spat on my back and started rubbing it with his cock head, moaning. I didn't understand the spitting part, but I figured he didn't want to cum inside (I kind of hate that--why fuck for a full session with no condom, but pull out before cumming?) and just tried to be grateful I got to feel his hot cock and be fucked and bring him to orgasm. He cleaned up and we chatted a bit and he left. Once he left, though, my hole didn't feel quite right. I wasn't...empty. I reached in a finger and smelled it. Cum. He had totally stealthed me. Which only makes the whole thing hotter. (And easier. If we meet up again I don't have to coax him into shooting his load into me without risking turning him off.) A good morning so far after a pretty good week of fucking. Made plans with two other guys this morning and afternoon, and later a couple tonight. Hope they don't fall through and all want to give me loads.

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I've been extreme;y busy at work the last few weeks and by last Thursday the stress was showing. So late that afternoon I squeezed in a few late hours at the baths. The place was very quiet man wise. I saw maybe 6 guys right after I arrived. Not much to choose from though,it must have been "Really Big Guy Day". Still some daylight so I hit the sundeck for about an hour and tuned-out. Might have been getting too cool for the other guys so was solo for the whole time I was up there. Just after 8:00 (no more sun) I went back downstairs to shower and steam then see if the attendance had improved. A few new faces but still very few guys. After a couple of incidental gropes and pointless comments,I landed on one of the backroom pads to crash and give a little more time for the crowd to grow. One benefit of the open areas is that I usually get a free backrub. Sometimes it becomes a full massage but I rarely fail to have someone come by and do a hands-on. Maybe 10 minutes after I landed, one guy comes in and sits next to me on the pad. He starts with my legs and works his way along my backside from head to toe. Nice large hands, he worked every inch, a very good job. He managed to climb over me as he was working my back. I could feel his dick bumping against my butt, leavingseveral cool spots so was probably dropping a lot of precum on me. He'd pushed my legs further apart, knelt between them and began riding my crack with his hard dick while still working my back. With both his hands on me, I felt another hand working its way under my hip, then pulling my dick out from under me. This guy lubed me up and began stroking my cock. I was already hard from the first guys dick bumping my ass. The new guy just stood and beat me off for a few minutes. When he stopped I could feel the first guys dick being pulled back as he raised hus ass up from me. He then leans over me to tongue and chew on my left ear, moaning as his dick is getting a hand treatment. I soon feel his dickhead slide up along my ass crack, crossing my hole twice then stopping right at my entrance. The first guy is still chewing and licking my ear as his dick makes contact and slowly sinks into me. The new guy is guiding the fucking. The first guy is moaning louder and louder, then announces "I'm cumming!!" The fuck lasted less than 10 minutes. He was grinding his dick in my ass, kind of yelping every time his dick pumped more cum into me. My ass got filled with warm cum, my ear was filled with his spit. He pulls his dick out with a pop, gets off of me and the pad, grabs his towel and walks off. The 2nd guy is still on the pad beside me. He moves over and takes the first guys place. He shoves someof his fingers into my soggy hole. Rough fingers with nails. He twists and rides my ass with two or three thick rough fingers. He asks me "How does that feel?". I groan, not yet in pain but not thrilled either. I pull forward on the pad a bit to give a hint and he pulls his fingers out of me. He then pulls my ass up high and shoves his tongue into my now semi-sore hole. Licking all around in my sore ass. DAMN this feels good!!!! Maybe 15 minutes of loud slurping, sucking and licking my hole. Occasionally he'd slide a finger or two in and twist in deep, but mostly he just used his thick tongue in my ass. Next he sits back, pushes my butt down a bit, then I feel him rubbing his dickhead on my hole. He's sliding the head around the entrance then asks "You want it?" I nod yes. He asks "You sure you want it?"(This is the self-preservation part, is he asking what I think he's asking?) I nod again and say yes very loudly. He pushes his dick into me. DAMN THICK MEAT!! The whole length ofhis cock was THICK, from head to base!! I hadn't touched the poppers and took the whole thing with one push.Not that he gave me much of a chance to get used to it. He did go in kinda slow but no pause, his entire oversized cock was fully buried in my ass within a few seconds. He started grinding his crotch hard against my ass. He's yelling at me "Damn you're tight" "Damn good tight hole" He begins to fuck me. The only lube is saliva as he probably sucked out most of the cum from the first guy. Saliva doesn't last long. Soon he's almost dry fucking me. He finally notices, pulls out and spits on his dick a couple of times then shoves his meat back in but still not lubed evry well. Hard dry fuck. I'm very near the pain department but alsoalmost completely disconnected from everything else. His cock feels amazing in my ass, filling my ass. Thefeel of his thick cock is overwhelming. I have no idea how long he was fucking me. Other than giving directions ("Get your shoulders down, put your ass up higher!" "Get on your back!!" "Tou're gonna take it all in your ass") he just kept fucking me. He finally pulls out and wipes his dick across my ass crack. I was faced-down with my ass up high. He tells me don't move, to stay in position, then shoves his fingers back into my ass. Twisting and scraping my hole with his sandpaper fingers. I can feel some of his cum running down my balls and legs. I'm completely tuned out, all I sense are his fingers tearing up my ass. Maybe 15-20 minutes of him ripping up my hole. He then got back in position and slowly slides his cock back into my ass. DAMN!!!!!!!!!!!!! A lot of pain from his trashing but I want his cock again. He begins a steady fucking. My hole is very sore but his dick back in me more than makes up for it. He asks again " Do you still wantit?" I'm so damn hungry for his cock and cum that I almost yell "Hell yes.. fuck me man!!" He shoves in hard and fucks hard, His sweat drenching my back, I'm drowning in my own aweat. Ican barely breathe. His monster dick and cum are filling my guts. He finally pulls out, then pushes me down on the pad. I can barely move. He says thanks. I very slowly sit up. He's standing to my right. Medium/slim build, maybe late 50's. white, completely hairless, beautiful dark pink thick cut dick. He's grinning. I'm exhausted. He asks if I've had enough. I just grin. He asks if get fucked much. I shake my head "Not enough". He says "You've got a great ass."I can't talk. Just grin. "Do you always take bare cock?" I shrug. "Do care if I'm POZ?" I just roll my head.I'm still grinning, it really doesn't matter any longer. I've taken so many raw dicks and raw loads that I've lost count years ago. He says thanks again then walks away. I stagger upstairs, I can't take the chance of laying down again and someone else trying to fuck me. My ass is too sore and I don't wanna lose the euphoria from what had just happened. I manage to get upstairs and shower. The fuck session ran over two and a half hours. Again ... damn good... (Please do not edit this posting Hotload84 .. thank you!)

I've luckily had a pretty good string of fun encounters lately (fingers crossed that it continues), and here's the latest one: There is a very, very short list of guys that I can never turn down or tell them no. Very few. One of them is a hot 6-2, 195-pound muscled black 25-year-old who travels through this area about once a month and always stays at a local hotel, and he was here last night. Back story: The first and only time I was with him was about 2 months ago. He topped me raw, and even though his online status says negative, I found out later that he has told people that he's positive and not on meds. About 10 days after he topped me, I came down with the flu for almost a full week. I haven't been tested yet, but going to do that soon, so I guess we'll know for sure. I haven't communicated with him since that night, but I got online last night and saw him quickly, and he saw me. And as soon as he said he was looking for fun, I was on the road and headed his way 15 minutes down the road. I get to his room -- totally dark, except for the glow of the TV -- and he swings open the door completely naked, already hard. The 10 inches hanging between his legs is just as amazing as I remembered. Within seconds we're in bed with him on his back and me sucking him to see exactly how hard I can get him before he takes over. I work his dick, his balls and his inner thighs with my tongue for a couple of minutes before he says "You ready?", and I immediately roll onto my back and he lifts my legs over his shoulders. He spits on his dick and slides in quickly, just like last time, although oddly this time there was no initial pain as his dick dove inside me. His 10 inches initially hurt last time and even drew a little blood (as I discovered later when I got home), but this time felt totally natural and smooth. Possibly because I was so focused on running my hands up and down his muscular arms and feeling his abs as they contracted when he thrusted. It was as hot as it sounds. As he fucked me slowly, I swear that I ran my hands across every part of his body that I could reach. It felt amazing, and I was as eager for him to unload as he was. He'd only been in me about 10 minutes before he finally shot, with no warning, and I could easily feel 5 or 6 spasms inside me. He finally let out a faint moan as I felt his final spasm. I cleaned up quickly and headed on my way. We never kissed, barely made eye contact and I still don't know his name, but he remains one of the hottest -- maybe the hottest -- top I've ever had, and I can't wait for the next round.

hot story..please post further parts. ..

No condoms at CumUnion, it's rude.

Met a dude that lives near me on grindr. Didn't discuss condoms or status at all. We were making out and he started rimming me. He put some spit on his dick and pushed it in me. Fucked me and kissed me and didn't even ask if he could cum inside, he just told me he was cumming and pushed all the way in. Second load is my friend that loves sloppy seconds. Went to his job and he bred me in the employee bathroom. Rimmed me after and we made out.

Yeah... I don't know what goes through guys minds... Maybe he was confilicted and the piggy side won out in the end.. I haven't fucked with a condom since 2007. Don't plan on ever going back... If the load isn't going in me, then what's the use? Fill me up.

Last Saturday I went to the Steamworks baththouse (Berkley) for the first time. I was a little drunk/cross-faded, but crazy horny. I walked around a lot to get to know the area, and got some nice silicone lube too, 'cause I knew what I was there for: I wanted cock and cum in my ass. I was hungry as it had been almost a month. (The last time was a BBC, but that's a story for another time.) Steamworks is a clean and cool bathhouse, and I found myself in the darker red-lit areas. It smelled like sex, and it turned me on like crazy. I sucked a dick through a glory hole while being fingered by an Asian guy. Other guys congregated to watch and the Asian guy slid more fingers in, but I wanted the cock in my mouth to be in my ass. I tried to get him to understand what I wanted, but he didn't pick-up on me, so I left. The Asian guy followed me around somewhat, and shoved his fingers into my ass every time he found me. I finally said no, and he got it, was real nice about it. I went back into the stall area and some guy grabbed my ass so I started sucking his dick. It was kinda soft and weird but it was also dark, so I didn't really care. He offered me some poppers, but they were terrible and instantly gave me a headache, so I turned around and gestured that I wanted him to fuck me. He tried to use a condom to fuck, but really wanted it bare, so I left. I walked around more and was groped and such, and thought that I should've gotten a room 'cause I could then have been a real slut. The next time I'll have a free room (good incentive huh?), but not sure if I'm exactly prepared for that yet. I psych myself out a lot when it comes to this shit. Then I found a really hot hunk with a cute face and nice lips and the chemistry was perfect. He fucked me relentlessly, repeatedly calling me 'good boy'. We were in a tight stall and I was getting him in as deeply as I could. I used the glory holes as places to put my feet and work myself into his cock. His cock was thick and bulbous, and was perfect for fucking. As he pounded away I found on several occasions, that I couldn't even tighten up my ass muscles. I think he came in me once 'cause he grunted like an animal, and shoved my back into the wall, making me arch like crazy. (I guess I can be flexible when I need to be.) And then we fucked in the public, lit gym area on a bench press which was positioned in front of a mirror. It was really hot. Some guys watched us and I put on a good show. We fucked all sorts of positions, and my hole was feeling really wet and good. He then ditched me, which honestly I didn't mind, as I knew he was exhausted. After he left, I lay down on a bench in the dark area, ass up and lubed. I was secretly hoping for a gang bang. A guy started intensely throat fucking me and suddenly another started fucking my ass really hard. I couldn't see who they were and I started getting lost in the frenzy. The guy fucking me was really hard and was just jabbing at my prostate so I came gallons. I think he also came, but it was hard to tell as there was already a load in my ass. Being the dumb ass that I am, I looked around and saw I was surrounded by a lot of guys. I wasn't drunk or high enough to handle the scene, although part of me would have loved to have been fucked by all of them, but not only was I still nervous, I also had to get going cause it was late. It was really a hot trip, although, next time I'll be sure to get a free room to myself, which means I'll definitely get fucked like crazy. I can't wait. I'm also gonna wear a jockstrap or something to keep my dick from getting simulated 'cause I don't wanna cum too early. Though I'm somewhat nervous about STDs and shit (and certainly don't want HIV), but I want cum. I don't have legitimate insurance for PReP, so I guess I'm just gonna make some more mistakes. When I got home, I found I had a lot of cum in my ass, or maybe it was lube and juices. Everybody liked me, though. It was great. I felt like a star.

the escapades of Bob by and ryan have my throbbing cock raging...MORE, more...!!

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Love the story!

duke and the oriental boy will be happening sometime soon, first of all bobby is going to meet brutus, get gang banged and maybe take his first 'client'

Ryan did react though when Brutus walked into the room and sat down on the bed with his legs spread pointing at the space between them, Ryan shuffled over and Brutus reached down grabbing the boys balls and dick in his massive hand squeezing them very tight making the boy grimace and squirm in discomfort as Brutus whispered in the his ear, Carlos lit a cigar “he’s reminding the slut not to play with his dick on his own”, I smirked “fucking nice” Ryan was nodding as Brutus let the his cock and nuts go before pulling the boy very close to him rubbing the lads shoulders before pushing his hands down and pulling apart the kids butt cheeks giving us a view of the boys pink pucker that though it had closed up, opened nice and easily as Brutus pushed his thick finger into it and pulling it out a little making it dribble spunk, I got excited “is Brutus going to fuck the kid?”, Carlos blew out some smoke “depends”, I took a zip of my brandy not taking my eyes off the delicious scene “on what?”, Carlos laughed “on him fucking bobby here of course!”. I coughed and laughed “you sly old Dog!” Carlos sniggered “I know but I know you and your filthy mind, you were thinking about it upstairs”, I had to nod and grin “true” I watched as Brutus pushed two fingers into Ryan’s sweet pussy while looking at us over the kids shoulder with a big sly grin on his face “, Carlos poured me some more brandy “lets face it mate, you’ve fucked bobby, Duke’s fucked bobby, I’ve fucked bobby and we’ve all seeded his cunt, and I know you well enough to know you want him to take more spunk so why not here?”, I thought about it for a moment nodding “your right but I do not know if I want him pimped”. I sipped my drink as I watched Brutus effortlessly finger fuck Ryan as they deep kissed “now that kid is a born whore” Carlos chopped some coke and did a line and handed me the mirror sniffing hard as I did a line “your boy may be one too, have you asked him?”, I admit that statement threw me for a moment and I raised my eyebrows and Carlos chucked grinning “ask him”. We watched Brutus stand up and pull off his tight black t shirt, I do not think I have ever seen a man so hairy, his body was covered with a thick pelt of black hair, Ryan just knelt with bugging eyes as Brutus kicked off his shoes before undoing his slacks and letting them drop to the floor stepping out of them, his semi hard cock sticking out and hanging down like some obscene tube of flesh, the kid seemed frozen for a moment before he tentatively reached up holding the monster cock in his hand and guiding it into his mouth, Brutus grinned at us slyly through the mirror giving us the thumbs up. As Ryan started to slowly, even nervously suck Brutus I rubbed my crotch growling “I’ll ask Bobby, and if he says ‘no’ I’ll tell him”, Carlo slapped my shoulder “good man, now let’s enjoy the show”, I unzipped my shorts and lit a cigar “fuck yeah” and then pondered out loud “where the fuck is Duke?”

Next up: Dalton fucks his girlfriend by the pool while Brian and Tom watch from behind the fence -- their eyes glued to his jockbutt as he pounds her, his asscheeks spread wide as he crouches for leverage, inadvertently showing off his smooth pink virgin hole. And as it turns out, the only way Dalton can cum is when his girlfriend...well, you'll just have to wait for that one.

[i snapped this photo during last night's slam-and-breed session with a hung, twisted perv. I'm still high as fuck...] CHAPTER 4 - TRISTAN Tristan has been our dealer for the last two years. Back when we met him, we were looking for a more dependable connection. A mutual friend described him as “an entrepreneurial sadist,” so we decided to give the guy a try. I’ll never forget walking into his apartment for the first time. Tristan, dressed only in a ballcap and wife-beater, sat in a huge chair—a throne, almost—at the far end of the room. He was dirty-blond and scruffy and tattooed, with a hard look on his handsome face. Between his muscular thighs, he had an uncut cock fat enough to send an inexperienced bottom to the emergency room. It glistened and dripped like he'd just pulled it from a wet hole. Between us and Tristan, in the middle of the room, a handsome kid in a jockstrap—I’m guessing he was 19, maybe 20—was flat on his stomach, a pillow crammed underneath his crotch to elevate his little musclebutt. He was struggling against three guys who’d pinned him to the floor while a fourth dude thrust his raw dick deep into the kid’s hole. They’d muzzled him, too; all we could hear were wordless croaks of protest. His eyes were bloodshot, his cheeks streaked with tears. Then came a thrust so hard we heard something snap, or burst open, or give way. The bottom shook his head violently. Through his muzzle, we could hear him break down into full-bodied sobs—but the top didn’t let up, not for a second. He just kept on plowing that butt, plunging his dick in deep. Meanwhile, in the crotch of my jeans, as my dick hardened up until it strained the fabric down to about mid-thigh, a pool of viral precum began bleeding through the denim, quickly forming a four-inch-round wet spot. “Don’t worry—the kid will warm up to it eventually,” Tristan said to me and Brian, motioning for us to join him on the other side of the room. “We haven’t given him any T yet, so he hasn't discovered that he’s a filthy fuckin’ whore.” Then he turned to the group of guys fucking the boy. “Hey, Carlos—give our brand-new little barebacker a booty bump, will ya? I’m tired of all this crying bullshit.” Carlos, a hairy Latino guy with an uncut cock, let out a big laugh. “Drew is already one step ahead of you, boss. He just dipped the head of his cock into the baggie.” “Fuck yeah,” added another guy—apparently Drew, a dark-haired, smooth-chested dude in his mid-20s. He wrapped his hand around the base of his downward-curving cock, proudly showing off the white crystals studded all over his mushroom head. “Let me in there,” he said to Carlos. “I wanna get this faggot fucked up.” Carlos moved aside. Drew placed his Tina-covered cock against the kid’s hole, spread that virgin butt wide open with a powerful pair of hands, and made his delivery with a single brute shove. The kid screamed through the muzzle as shards of crystal tore across the thin tissues of his hole. Unfazed, Drew just kept working those chems deeper, pounding away until the kid’s screams faded into a stunned silence. “I guess I should’ve introduced you,” Tristan said as he checked the weight on our 8-ball. “The boy with the big dick in his hole? That’s my nephew Sebastian. Devout Jesus freak and a total fucking closet case. Last week I caught him jacking his dick—nice dick, actually—while flipping through some of the old gay porn magazines I’d stashed in my parents’ basement in the ‘90s. When I confronted him about it, he gave me some lame excuse, and I pretended to believe him. Then, just to assure him that everything was cool, I suggested he drop by my place tonight to play board games. Seriously, dude: he thought I wanted to play board games! Anyway, as soon as he walked in the door, these four guys grabbed him from behind, stripped off his clothes, pinned him to the ground, and crushed his sweet little cherry. It’s about time somebody raped some sense into him, you know?” Just then, a violent coughing fit erupted from the center of the room. I glanced back to see Sebastian on his back, muzzle off, legs spread, one arm raised high in the air, eyes wild with confusion. One of the tops was placing a cap on a syringe, grinning at his handiwork as that doomed little cunt rode the dark wave of his first slam. “So much for following Jesus,” Tristan said to us with a dark laugh. “You guys like what you see?” We didn't answer right away. We were too busy watching as a top with a red-and-black biohazard tat pressed his dick against Sebastian's hole and plowed right in. The kid’s whole body shivered and twitched. He whimpered a few times. And then he began making a long, low moaning sound, pulling his legs back for a better view of the poz cock fucking him in half. Brian nodded. “Oh, yeah. Slammed up and knocked up, just like a good boy should be.” “OK, so here’s something that might interest you,” Tristan replied. “Half of my business is selling the best shit in town. The other half is pimping out boys. I like to get ‘em hooked on slamming T, you know? But this is important: I never, ever teach ‘em how to slam. If they want that syringe in their arms, they have to come to me. And I treat ‘em well, too: I give ‘em my best shit, and I never miss. My only hard-and-fast rule is that they can’t get slammed by anybody else without my permission. If they break my rule, they’re out on the fuckin’ street.” He paused for a moment to give his cock a twitch. “Anyway, here’s what I’m trying to say: I’d love for you guys to recruit some hot little fags for me to slam up and whore out.” “Um, wow,” said Brian, laughing. “I think we might be into that.” “Thank you,” Sebastian gasped. I glanced back to see him getting plowed by the same guy, the kid's fingers carefully tracing the outline of the dude's biohazard tat. “You're welcome, boy," the top replied, smiling a cocky smile as he plunged in deep. "This cunt of yours was built for taking my cum." “Listen, pig: focus,” Tristan said with a crooked grin. I turned back to face him. “Here's what I'm thinking. Anytime you guys find a boy who, in your expert opinion, has a sweet tight cunt that would bring some serious business my way, go ahead and send him to me. In return, I’ll give you some free product—maybe even a shitload of free product, if the boy’s got some serious moneymaking potential.” Brian and I glanced at each other, both of us grinning like it was our first time at the bathhouse. There was no need for further discussion. It was obvious that we'd just stumbled into the perfect gig. And the best part of the whole thing? We haven’t paid for an 8-ball since. * * * Brian and I led Jace to the apartment, telling him to knock on the door. He knocked. Tristan answered, wearing only a ballcap. His lean torso tapered into a set of defined abs, the shape of his body acting like a funnel as it drew our eyes toward the heaviness of his cock. “Hey there,” he said to Jace, locking eyes with our brand-new chemwhore. “You’re high as fuck, aren’t you?” “I guess so,” Jace stammered. “Good boy. That’s exactly what I like to see.” Then Tristan flexed his cock, making it swing upward and slap against his stomach—a favorite trick. He smirked as Jace licked his lips. “You like my cock, bro?” “Fuck yeah, dude.” Tristan wrapped his hand around his dick, flexing it again to send a rivulet of precum flowing down the length of the shaft. “I want to bury this big raw cock in your hungry little tweakhole, faggot. Got it?” Jace didn't answer at first. He was open-mouthed and glassy-eyed, his belt unbuckled, his hand shoved down the back of his jeans. Through the fabric, I could see that he was fingerfucking his partied-up hole. He nodded. “I need a louder answer than that, pig.” “Yes, sir.” “Good boy. You hungry for some more smoke?” “Fuck yes, sir.” “Then follow me, boy. Follow me back to my chair.” They walked across the room. Tristan sat down in his chair, then motioned for Jace to stop in his tracks. “Just stay there for the moment. This is my chair, bro. You’ll sit down when I give you permission to sit down. Got it?” “Yes, sir.” Tristan picked up the pipe. “I forget: did you say you wanted some smoke?” “Fuck yes, sir!” “Well, here’s the deal. I’m not feeding you any until you climb up on this chair and take a seat all the way down my dick. All the fucking way down. I want to feel your taint pressed against my fuckin’ stomach. Got it, fag?” “Fuckin’ A, sir!” “Good boy.” Jace didn't give himself a chance to think about it. He immediately clambered onto the chair, straddled Tristan, and placed the head of that dick against his butt. He didn’t tease it or jack it. Instead, he immediately got to work, sitting down on the full length of Tristan’s raw cock with a single piercing grunt. Tristan looked over at us, his face lit up in a twisted grin. “Fuck, you guys. This ass is worth a month’s supply of shit, easy.” Meanwhile, Jace was staring longingly at the pipe in Tristan's hand. “Sir," he said—unable to disguise his hunger for more chems—"Can I please smoke now?” “Of course, pig,” Tristan replied. He placed the pipe against Jace’s lips, feeding that faggot a long series of big hits. Brian and I watched the impressive cloud formations, then began gathering our things to head back home Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tristan grab a rubber strap and tie it snugly around Jace's bicep. "This looks like it's gonna hurt," Jace said. “It's not gonna hurt, buddy boy. You just stay still. You’re gonna love this. I promise. It’s a little something I like to call it the Point-Five Surprise. A nice big slam for my hot little bitchboy.” “OK, dude," Jace replied. "I fuckin' love that smoke. I'll do anything to get more." “I know you will, pig. And in about 10 seconds, you'll do anything...and then some.” Brian and I closed the door behind us. As we walked down the hall, we heard a long series of loud, breathless coughs, one after another. By the time we reached the elevator, the coughs had been replaced by the rhythmic smack of skin against skin as Tristan plowed Jace’s freshly slammed-up hole. * * * When Brian and I arrived back home, we heard a quiet, rhythmic splashing from the backyard of Dalton’s house. Was Neighbor Boy swimming laps? We figured it was worth checking out, so we quietly made our way to the backyard, sneaking over to our secret vantage point near the fence. We weren’t disappointed. Dalton was alone in the pool, swimming freestyle laps in a Speedo. The curve of his ass bobbed along the surface of the water, and each of his calves splashed to the surface in quick succession as he kicked his way back and forth in front of us. Finally, he stopped to catch his breath before pulling himself out of the pool, the water cascading down his back and splashing against the muscled perfection of his ass. Then, with a single casual flick of his thumbs, he dropped his Speedo to the ground, stepped out of it, leaned over to grab a towel, and wrapped himself up before heading back inside. His Speedo was still on the pavement. And in the next moment—as Brian slid his raw dick into my hole, both of us dripping precum like a couple of teenagers—I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about that brief glimpse of Dalton’s amazing butt. “His parents leave in two days,” Brian whispered in my ear. “Do you know what that means?" "What's that, babe?" "In two days, that sweet ass is gonna be ours.”

I also cannot stop barebacking. I also get tested and feel that same relief when it comes back all neg. I then go a month or so, but then it's open season again. I'm not a chaser, but I feel like sooner or later someone is going to poz me. After that I can only imagine I'll go on pleasing poz daddies as much as possible.

It's more eco-friendly to go bare.

I always leave the use of rubbers up tot he top. 95% of guys I have hooked up with just shove it in and never ask for a rubber. This guy, who knows what was going on in his head. The important thing is his cum did eventually end up in my ass!

i just had a brilliant hard fuck yesterday (christmas day) with a gorgeous poz young top (23) with an 8.5" thick cock ...... had been chatting for a few months but due to commitments either way we couldnt find time to meet up ....... christmas day he phoned me to say he he had some time to spare after a meal with his parents and was going out later in eve with his mates........asked if he could visit and empty his sack........of course i said YES and he was at mine within 15 mins ........ i took a hard deep pounding and 3 big loads over the next hour .... one of the best gifts ive ever recieved on christmas day .... still smell his sweat and cum on me right now as i type - lovely.

Excellent advice from Rottencock. I follow it. The only two recommendations I would add would be these: Buy a dildo with a suction cup and attach it to your shower wall so that way you can fuck yourself in the shower every morning after your baking soda douche to make sure you are ready for the day's first fuck and clean. I also pre-lube so the first cock slides in easily no matter the size. Buy and use generic Metamucil daily. I get either the CVS or Walgreens. It helps keep your poop well formed and solid so that your douches are fast, neat, and a quick clean out. I have done this for years and along with a modified vegan diet mentioned above you are always ready for that Grindr quickie fuck.

Christopher was really flying now. I positioned him on all fours so I could fuck him like a dog. He was loving every minute and every inch of my cock. We spent the rest of that day and well into the night with my cock inside him and my cum building up deep in his guts. With my bugs already flowing through his veins there was no doubt he was sure to be my poz son. As the sun began to peak through the blinds, Christopher began to come down from his high. I needed to get my ass ready and head to the office. We Christopher got in the shower with me and washed me down as the water hit us. I left him in my bed watching TV as I headed to work. The day dragged a bit as I was recovering from my party weekend. I kept thinking about the hot young boy I had waiting for me at home. My day was finally done and I arrived home to find my home well cleaned. Christopher was waiting for me with a nice meal cooking. He was wearing a pair of basketball shorts that accentuated is slim frame very well. He came over and greeted me with a kiss. He asked me how my day was and if I wanted a drink before dinner and brought me a rum and coke. I sat down and he removed my shoes as I enjoyed my drink. He told me that dinner would be ready in about a half an hour. That was just enough time for me to see if this boys mouth was a hot as his ass. He got between my legs, loosened my belt and pulled my thickening cock from its confines. He licked the hardening shaft as I ran my fingers through his long hair. He opened his mouth and engulfed my hard prick. This boy was damn good at sucking cock. He kept up a good rhythm and had no difficulty working my tool into his throat. I didn’t last that long with his mouth and throat working my cock. Before I knew it he was swallowing my load. He served dinner and cleaned up right after we were done. We cuddled up on the couch to watch TV. He placed his head right in my lap. I couldn’t resist and soon had my cock in his mouth. Before he knew it he was taking my cock inside his ass again followed by my poz seed. We fell asleep with my cock inside Christopher. He loved being my boy and I was loving being his dad.

i like the gape makes me wanna get my tongue in

Nope you're not alone at all. Any top who treated me like I am there to service him and worship his misaligned sense of God-hood would be missing teeth in minutes. (kidding fellas) The thing is, in all fairness...these tops posting above want that in a bottom and have every right to like what they like...and plenty of bottoms love it...for whatever reason. Even guys like me who are no ones little bitch...sometimes love just giving it up if that's how I feel right then. So long as its all clear in advance its all cool. But to assume any one person's or group's definition of a "good bottom" is somehow universally accepted is a fallacy and any younger guys new to bottoming need not think they have to subject themselves to the bullshit of someone else's inflated sense of self worth and be treated in any way other than the way they want to be treated. if they want the sub thing...awesome. If they don't...also awesome...tons of guys don't need you to be a bitch just to get off. Communication is key I reckon. Also...I reckon the difference in the actual sex act between a masculine bottom like me and a sub is probably negligible if you were to stand at the side and watch without hearing the verbal exchange. Most of it is what is going through our heads...like most sex stuff really.

I look for a bottom who knows his place. His job is to be an accommodating hole ready to take my cock and cum when I want to give it, how I want to give it, and as often as I want to give it. He should understand that any pleasure he gets from the fuck is incidental to the main purpose: making sure that I enjoy the seeding I'm giving. I look for a bottom who's aware that his sole purpose is to provide relief for my needs.

I got my last load in my mouth this morning from my brother's cock.

Tonight I traveled to the tops' apartments - Got fucked by 5 guys in about 3 hours and got 4 loads... By the last two fucks there was a puddle of cum under where we fucked I had so much in my ass...