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Both of my favorite college football teams lost Saturday, so I decided to drown my sorrows. I wanted a couple of drinks, a good buzz, and good dick. I accomplished all that pretty fast. The first guy was really cute black kid, a newcomer in town who has lived here about two months. He's in his early 20s, athletic, and shorter than me (which I always find a plus). I found him online quickly, so he came to my place and I immediately went down on him to get him rock-hard. Within a couple of minutes his long, somewhat thin cock was lubed up and shoved inside me. Right before he came he asked where I wanted it. I said, "Up to you." So he pounded harder and blew a load deep in my ass. Once he was done, he rolled onto his back and wrapped his arms around me and cuddled up -- a nice change of pace, and definitely a surprise from most of my recent hookups. We cuddled for a bit, made out for a while (at which time I learned he's a great kisser), and I promised him that next time he comes over, he would spend the whole night. He happily agreed. As soon as he left, I hit up another guy who had texted me earlier. He headed over and, within minutes, I was stroking his dick and lubing him up. I've been with him three times now. Like my earlier hookup, this second guy was also a hot young black guy, 21 years old, great body, and a thick nine-incher. He has always topped me bareback, and I've always been happy to oblige. With him, however, I've always needed poppers, so I took a couple of huge hits as I felt him slide in. Within minutes, I could feel him pick-up his pace as he shot the night's second load into my hole. Even as he was pulling away from my house, another regular of mine hit me up online and asked if I was busy. I replied no, so he headed over. He's a really cute white guy, about 30, good body, great cock. He was already rock hard when he walked in, so we make small talk as he goes straight for the lube, wets his cock and slid into me, lifting my legs over his shoulders. He lasted a little longer than the last two guys, but I can already feel my ass getting sore from the quick back-to-back-to-back breedings. Finally after about 20 minutes, he shot, seemingly unaware that I was already packing two big loads which has supplied him with plenty of lube. When he left I was tempted to search out a fourth load, if only so I could tie my single-day record, but I had a feeling my ass couldn't handle another session. So, instead, I collapsed onto the bed and slept as all three loads soaked in overnight. And sure enough, I was genuinely sore all day Sunday. That hasn't happened in quite a while, so I guess that was a sign of a fun-filled night.

So it's been awhile since this post. I did breed my fuck buddies ass that night. It was the most intense orgasm ever. I had him on his back with his legs on my shoulders so I could look him directly in the eyes when I came. I'm sure I was moaning super loud, and collapsed on him when I was done, pulling out my slippery cock. We've met 4 times since then, and I've given him my load every time. We both really look forward to it. I am so addicted to his ass.

I am always shocked that there are bitter queens on some sites who have to pass judgment on others by calling them sluts for using PrEP. They act like having sex is a moral or ethical issue. If anyone ever starts spouting such puritanical nonsense in my direction, I immediately dismiss them.

Was in Houston all week (not by choice but had to cover for a coworker) and since I had evenings to myself, I had guys over Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. Took probably 10-15 loads and gave 5 or 6. About 1/2 the guys were poz according to their profiles.

This is based on a true story, though it has been greatly embellished. names changed and so forth. *** My name is Mark,a 28 year old bottom, have been a barebacker my whole life, and never really questioned whether or not I would get HIV. It was inevitable, I only played raw, and sometime, someone was bound to lie and stealth me, or not know their status and breed me with a highly toxic load. I had also never done drugs stronger than pot or poppers, even if that was to soon change. I was average all around, average height, average weight, average looks. Javier was different though. It was a hot Saturday, and I was on manhunt cruising for some dick. Had broken up with my boyfriend of several years the week before, and was really horny for some raw dick and good use. I met this hot latino papi named Javier on MH, and we started chatting. We had played years before, but life happened and nothing ever really came of it. He was pretty damn hot, 6 foot to my 5'8, bit on the furry side, with a great looking 9 inch uncut cock that was super thick. Best of all he was a pig like me. He hadn't showered in a few days, hadn't cum in longer. Had a nice build up of cheese in his hood, and said he wanted me to come over and clean it off and take his loads. I readily said "fuck yea!" and got cleaned up and out. Thoroughly. Soon enough I was in my car, heading to his house in a kinda run down area of a town a half hour away from me. I get to his place, and he is waiting outside, looking VERY hot, a little on the sweaty side, and a little trashier than his pics online. I didn't care, it actually made me hotter. "You gonna be my cumdump, puta? Get your ass inside." He held the door open for me, and as I walked past, I could smell his dick and balls, through the basketball shorts he was wearing, it almost made me swoon. "Well, puta, you ready to be my cumdump?" "Hell yes papi, I'm ready to take all your cum!" I replied, getting very excited, my dick straining against my NP jockstrap. He started mumbling in Spanish, which I didn't know very much of, but it still made me hot. He led me inside to his living room, where there were two blunts sitting on the coffee table. He picked one up and handed it to me, and lit it for me, and told me to smoke it to my face. Being no stranger to pot, which this smelled like, I had no problem smoking it. Granted, it was making me hornier than pot usually did, but I figured that it was this hunky Papi pig next to me smoking his own blunt that had me horny. We smoked the blunts and talked, he asked me more specifically what experience I had as a pig. "Well, I only take raw dick, and have had lots of that, by test lat week said I was neg though, so no worries. I have done some piss play, have tried to get a fist into my ass, but never got it all the way in. Played with toys, and brought some with me. I like sweaty, unwashed pigs, just the smell of their cocks and balls gets me hard. I like slings, and I like sleazy scenes. Uncut dick is my favorite, love the feel of the hood around my tongue and in my ass. Um, other than that, I'm open to pretty much anything that isn't shit, puke, kids, mutilation, maybe a few other things, but I like enough things that I'd like to think the ones I don't aren't required." I laughed, and kept smoking the blunt, feeling higher and higher. I didn't usually smoke a blunt all by myself, I was more of a bong kinda guy, but I felt good, so I finished it up, all the way to the filter he had put in it. As soon as he was finished with his, he grabbed the bag I brought, that had lube, poppers, and toys in it, and told me to follow him. We went upstairs to the attic, where it was as hot as hell, but since both he and I liked sweat, it was a good thing for us. He led me through the attic to a room at the back with no windows, but a sling hanging up on the beams, and a ratty old mattress on the floor. It smelled like sex in there, and it made me horny so fast it wasn't even funny. "Strip puta, show Papi what he's getting." I slid out of my shorts, down to my raunchy NP jockstrap, pulled off my shirt, showing him my whole body. I turned around, and he forcefully bent me over to see my hole. He started mumbling in Spanish again, and the only words I caught were puta, culo, and leche. I knew what those meant, even if I didn't know what the connecting words meant. He slapped my ass hard, which made my soft little boy dick jump, and told me "Get on your fours!" and pushed me onto the mattress. Up close, it reeked of piss and cum and sweat, and it was just making me hornier. I was on all fours, with my furry ass exposed, and he was digging his fingers into my hole kind of rough. It felt good though, my ass wanted more in it badly. "Don't move." He says to me, and I feel him get up and move away from me, and hear him going through a cabinet in the room. A bottle of strong poppers lands on the mattress next to my head and he tells me to take 5 long hits and hold each of them. I do as I'm told and I can hear the smile in his voice as he says "Good puta, very good." The rush hits me and I feel Javier get behind me, and then his scruffy face on my hole, his tongue digging in deep. He holds my hips and really pushes his face into my ass, tongue moving a hundred miles a minute. I let out moan after moan and push my ass back onto his tongue, sweat beginning to pour off of my shaved head. He pulls away from my ass, and I feel his fingers digging into me again, roughly opening me up. Sliding in and out. Then a strong burn, which the poppers tell my mind is just not enough lube. More fingers, and more burning in my hole, and my hole just getting hungrier and hungrier. I am starting to shake a little, but I think it's from excitement. Javier has already got me wrapped around his hot chorizho, and I am dying to be able to see it in person and get it in my mouth. My ass is on fire when he tells me to turn around. He has placed a smallish plug on the mattress behind me and tells me to sit on it while I suck his pinga. I sit my hole down on it, and damned if my hole doesn't swallow the thing up without a twinge of pain. This is no small plug either, an average sized one, for my hole that hasn't had anything other than my fingers in it in well over 6 months. Right in front of my face though, is this beautiful, massive uncut cock. Even hard, there is a little bit of foreskin still on the head, and I can see and smell the cock cheese, and it's making me drool. He tells me to hold still, grabs his dick, and starts to wipe a bit of his cheese on the underside of my nostrils, then tells me to open up and lays his pinga on my tongue and tells me to clean it and worship it. "Since you are going to be on it all night, puta. You know you want it bad." And I do want it bad, I want his cheese covered pinga deep in my throat and in my ass. So I start to suck the cheese off, licking the head, digging my tongue under his foreskin, getting the whole head clean and wet, and loving the taste of his raunchy smegma. All the while I am bouncing on the plug, and listening to him spout a stream of nasty talk in Spanish. "That's it puta, bounce your culo on that plug while you suck my pinga, worship the cock that is going to breed you full of cum all night long." I keep sucking his cock, feeling his hand on the back of my head, pushing me down, making me throat his cock, feeling it pry my throat apart to lodge deep in me. "Let it rest there for a bit puta, you will like this." He says to me as I feel something traveling down his shaft and into my throat. I realize he is pissing, and I push my hole harder on the plug, not even able to swallow his piss, it's just going directly down my throat. He grabs his dick hard to cut the flow, and pulls it out to let me get a breath. "Ahora no derramar una gota, beber mi orina maricón." Now don't spill a drop, drink my piss faggot. He says to me and I almost have time to moan before his piss starts hitting the back f my throat and I have to struggle to keep up with it. After the fourth or fifth swallow, my stomach starts to rebel and I harshly crush the gagging feeling and keep on drinking papi's piss down, when he starts to let the spray go all over my face, in my hair, and all over my body. When he's finished, he looks at me, and grins. "Good job puta, you are makin papi proud of you. Now get your ass up and in the sling." So I get up and hop in the sling, letting it hold me, and I can see the restraints. Thinking nothing of it, trusting my hot rough and tumble Papi, I restrain my feet, then I do one wrist. He grins at me again "Ansioso por entrégate a mí totalmente, ¿eh coño? Si usted tuviera alguna idea de lo que voy a hacer contigo ..." Eager to give yourself to me totally, huh cunt? If you had any idea what I am going to do with you... He straps my remaining wrist into place, and I have no idea what he just said to me, but i can see that my soft little dick is leaking precum like mad, even if I can't seem to get hard. Javier notices my gaze and laughs. "Now that you are tied into the sling and can't get away, I can tell you. The blunt you smoked? It was laced pretty heavily with Tina. And you smoked it to your face like a good little puta. That burning that you felt while I was fingering you? That was me putting meth into your cunt to get you ready and pliable to what I have in mind now. Now? Now I'm going to slam you full of Tina, and turn you into my true cumwhore. Oh, and since you never asked me my status, I just want you to know that I am poz, and that all of the other men who are waiting downstairs to use your cunt are poz too." He grins at me as my face falls. "But. I didn't want to do chems, and I don't want to be poz, Papi, please let me go!" I start struggling, trying to get myself loose, but fail miserably. After about ten minutes of trying to get free, I realize that I am going no where. The whole time I am trying to get free, Javier has his fingers in my ass, and is pushing on my button, making my dick leap, and making involuntary moans escape my mouth instead of the protests I want to scream at him. He stands there laughing until I give up, at which point he goes and retrieves his syringe. "You are mine now, puta, for as long as I care to keep you here. You will take what dick I say, and you will love every second of it. This little rig here will make sure of it!" He laughs again as I quietly whimper "No, please, don't do this. I won't fuck bareback anymore, I don't want to be poz!" "But, you won't have to worry about condoms ever again, you can be as big a slut as you want now, puta." He has a rubber tube wrapped around his own arm and I watch as he sticks the needle into his vein and draws back a little blood. Then he pulls the syringe out of his arm, without injecting anything, and wraps the rubber tubing around my arm. "You will want to hold still for this," he says as I start to struggle. "Move around while I'm trying to slam you and you are going to be in the worst pain you have ever felt." I stop moving, and hold still for him, terrified, breathing rapidly, whimpering over and over again "No, no please no." There is the pressure and the pinch of the needle breaking through my skin and into my vein, and I watch as he depresses the plunger and three quarters of the bloody mixture disperses into my veins. Javier grabs another tube, and puts it around his arm, slides it into his vein and gives himself the rest. Putting our arms close together so he can grab the tubing at the same time for both of us he says "Three, two, one. Blast off pig!" And he pulls the tubing off of both of us. For a second, I feel nothing, then heat, and then a strong scratch in my throat. I cough once, twice, three times, and then gone are all my protests. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Is all I can say as my papi laughs again at me and says "Now you are my poz puta, you have my tainted blood in you along with my chems. Tell papi what you want puta, tell him what you need." I am moving my ass up and down as much as I can, my dick soft still and leaking precum again like mad. All I can think I that I need dick, in my ass, in my mouth. I need to service men, and be a pig whore for them. "I need cock, Papi, in my ass and mouth, I need to please men with my body, I need to do what you want to please you!" "Good pig, I will just call the others up here while I slip this nice bit of meth up your cunt." He calls to his buds "He's ready, come and get your raw pig slut!" He pushes the crystal of meth up my hole, and puts his cock head there, waiting for his buddies to come upstairs. As soon as they arrive, he drives his cock balls deep into my cunt in one motion, and my hole just swallows it. Eats the whole thing, no matter how much that would have hurt me earlier today. I scream "FUCK YEA PAPI! GIVE ME YOUR COCK!" And his buds laugh at me, coming over and forcing their cocks into my mouth while Javier brutally fucks my ass. I can feel my hole getting slick, so I ask papi if he has bred me already. "No, puta, you are feeling my precum mixing with your blood. Those two things are lubing your cunt for me, and I am getting close to filling you with my poz cum. Are you ready for it? Because here it comes!" He slams his dick in and out of me a couple more times, then slams in balls deep as hard as he can when I feel his cock expand and start to fill me with his cum. Without touching myself, without even being hard, my formerly neg boy cock shoots it's last neg load out all over my stomach to the cheers of the anonymous men standing around me. Javier grinds his dick into me until it has gone too soft to work for that, then offers my hole to the next man, a tall, husky black man with a dick even bigger than Javier's. "You are gonna take all of our poz loads this weekend, slut. And you are going to beg us for each one. We saw how you came when Javi bred you full of his poz load. Now you will be getting ours. Probably a lot of piss too. And maybe a fist or two. More than that if I have my way though. Maybe more to come, all comments on my first story here are welcome.

Preface Let me start with saying that I haven't been able to fantasize about anything other than bareback sex for going on five years now - it's the only porn I find I can jack off to, and it's the only sex I have where I'm actually fully committed to the sex. Even if I'm getting a blowjob, if I want to cum, I have to pretend it's a sloppy ass I'm fucking. That only works sometimes. I'd take a load here or there - from friends generally or, if I was feeling really risky, from a stranger (once every blue moon). I've always kept it pretty tame for the most PrEP about seven months ago now - and it's made me rethink a few things. I was in Chicago for Market Days this past weekend, and while my friends were all off being social, all I could think about was Steamworks. I'd been to the Chicago location once before, and was well aware that it was the best one. I even remembered the 3rd floor being my favorite (anyone who's been there knows exactly what I'm talking about - gloryholes). Finally, on Saturday afternoon while everyone was at the fair, I couldn't take it anymore. I had to go just 'check it out'. That turned into quite a bit more. End of Preface ------------------------------------------------------------------ The moment I walked in, I knew exactly what I wanted. Raw cock through a gloryhole. Maybe just one or two, no big deal. That would at least satiate me. I was wrong. I ended up with (at least) ten loads in my cunt and even craving more. I made my way for the 3rd floor gloryhole booths which are pretty dark and seedy, and have a hole on the three sides that aren't the door. I entered the booth, wiped some spit on my hole, and put it up against the wall with the largest hole. I made sure my towel was visibly draped over the door, and I made sure you could see by my feet under the stall door that I firmly had my butt planted up against that hole. I heard the shuffling of a few feet, and the jingle of a few keys, but nobody entered the booth. Back downstairs to the second floor, I went for the (sadly) better lit booths but was still looking forward to anon cock. The one nice thing about these booths was that they have a hole on the door, conveniently right at cock/ass level, giving me a chance to show off my ass and towel at the same time. And so that's what I did. I put myself on display "hey, anonymous raw cumdump over here!" Patience is a virtue, and boy did I need it in spades that day. Several old trolls came by, peeking into the gloryholes next to me (why, I don't know. Isn't that the point? I don't want to see the anyone's face, otherwise I'd be fucking in a private room) and tried getting me to stick my dick through. Now, I wasn't exactly being subtle with my ass-vertising. Why they thought I wanted a blowjob, I'll never know. Finally, a finger started prodding my pre-lubed cunt. Eventually he entered the booth next to me, and presented a semi-hard, decently-sized black cock. Testing the water, I promptly got down on my knees and started licking and sucking at the meaty cock - which had him almost instantly hard. I coated it with a little more spit, turned around and lined it up to my hole. Bingo - he rammed on home in one quick thrust (thank the gods I'm not exactly 'tight'). I was elated - I was being what I always dreamed of being. Suddenly, however, my plans were de-railed. He left his booth, and I was pretty certain there was no load in me yet. I was relieved when he came and knocked on my door and, while I didn't exactly want to SEE the man that was using the random slut I was trying to be, I wanted that fucking load. So I obliged by opening and was greeted by a pretty fit black guy with glasses. He locked the door and I presented - again, not being subtle as to what I wanted. He quickly slid back in my loosening hole, and proceeded to fuck me (HARD) for about five minutes. Suddenly, again, he stopped, put his towel around his waist, and headed back out the booth. Disappointed at first, I reached back and felt that amazing, familiar wetness that you get when you took a fresh load. I had done it - I had finally become a public, anonymous raw cumdump. Was I satiated? Hell no. The booth room was quiet for a while and so I took a walk. Mind you it was 3:00 in the afternoon, and even though the bathhouse is right on the main drag where the fair was being held, it wasn't exactly as busy as I had hoped it would be. I finally settled in on the fuck bench, just around the corner from where I had just taken my first load. I turned my head away so I wouldn't see any of my assailants, but there was a lot of touching, and not enough fucking. A few guys came by and patted my ass, and then finally a second large black cock parked itself in front of my face. I was initially worried he was only going to want a blowjob (again, I wasn't being exactly subtle as to what I was looking for), but after I got that big snake hard, he moved around behind me, felt-up my hole and said "You've been in the sling already, haven't you?" (I wasn't going to argue even though I HADN'T been in the sling, I simply thought Let's just shut up and fuck.) This guy was another rough fucker, and even longer than the last one. I started to get that pain from having my internal organs rammed, but I was determined to do what I came to do. After a while, he must have gotten bored - maybe I was too loose for him? Whatever - his loss. He was quickly replaced by a very large man, though, with a very unsatisfying small cock. But that didn't matter - I still wanted the load. What I love about small cocks? They usually cum quickly, and you feel the sperm shooting inside of you since it's so shallow. Now I was really in heat - I knew I just let a fat fuck breed me, a man I would probably not even look twice at if I saw him on the street - and would've begged for his load if he'd asked me. Fatty was replaced by a middle-aged doughy guy - I didn't mean to see him but I accidentally saw his body. No biggie - didn't see the face so I was happy. This guy had a hard time staying hard, and would fuck me for a while, then slow down, get a little soft, then get hard again and continue fucking me. It was frustrating but I wasn't going to argue. He sadly pulled out (with a nice pop - great mushroom head) and I was fairly certain he didn't shoot in me. He was replaced, though, with another small cock - meanwhile a muscular gentleman came around to my mouth and shoved his hard cock in. Next thing I know, small cock pulled-out and the mushroom head slid back in. When did he get back, I thought? I heard him talking to the guy with the small cock, and then suddenly he disappeared again. Muscular BJ guy moves around to my hole, slid in, and came in about thirty seconds. Small cock followed, and, once again, the small cock came quickly. At this point I was doing pretty well. Mushroom head finally comes back - I could recognize the sound of his footsteps at this point, and points a VERY hard, greased up cock at my hole. He fucked me hard for about two minutes and audibly groaned as he emptied his balls into me. As annoying as his back and forth was, it was totally worth it. The room got quiet for a while and suddenly, large black cock number two grabbed me by the arm and saying "Come with me." I followed him, once again sad that I was seeing my breeder's face, but ended-up in his room. He roughly pushed me onto the bed on all 4's and goes right to work. I was moaning like a bitch in heat as he tore up my hole with that big cock, once again assailing my organs. "I haven't cum in two weeks" he mentioned, out of breath. Trying to make sure I was loud enough for all of the neighbors to hear me, I said "Fuck yeah! Breed me with that big load!" "I'm gonna fuck you for a while, bitch." Disappointed that he just said that, I stayed strong and took his assault like a good little slut. Eventually, though, it became clear to me that he wasn't going to cum, and my guts needed a break from him. I thanked him, said I needed a break, and went upstairs to hide in my favorite gloryhole booth. Taking my cumdump position from before, I saw a fat cock move through the middle hole - rock hard. Perfect, that saves me some work. I didn't even bother to suck it, but rather just spit on it and backed on up. He didn't budge, and soon I was riding that fat dick with gusto. Bent over all the way, I could see four feet in his stall, and could tell from the motion that he was getting fucked as he was fucking me. HOT. When he came, it felt like I was taking the top's nutt vicariously through him. Another decent sized, semi-hard cock came through the side I usually lean against, and I went to work trying to get him hard. He motioned with his hand to put my ass up, and so I did. He knew what I was there for, and maybe knew I'd already been bred six times at this point. I spread my cheeks and awaited the cock I wanted...nay...deserved. I felt the head poke at my hole and started to push my ass back on it. As sloppy as my hole was, and as much cum as I had in my cunt, something still didn't feel right. His cock was the hardest dick I've ever had in me, but it wasn't that good, warm sloppy feeling. I reached back and was disappointed to notice there was a condom on. I let him go for a minute or so but then pulled off - that wasn't what I was there for. Thankfully another hard cock came through the middle hole at that exact moment. I moved around onto that one, not bothering to suck him, but just backed up onto that average raw cock. As I was being relentlessly pounded by the guy (all the while thinking to myself Man, he knows how to fuck), I heard a knock at the door. I assumed it was condom-guy and sure enough, he came in, still rock hard and still wearing the same condom. Turns out he had a passion for gloryhole sluts like myself and started pushing me back onto my current raw assailant. The man fucking me started to moan, and condom-guy asked "Yeah, is he breeding you?" "I think so" was the reply, and sure enough, his softening cock fell out with a *plop* and I hear the spatter of cum on the floor (too bad, wasted cum). Sweating, I wiped myself off with my towel and condom-guy asked "Are you done?" "That depends. Can you lose the condom?" "Not while fucking you, no." "Then I'm done." He gave me a frustrated look. "You didn't seem to mind five minutes ago." "I minded, which is why I stopped. Not interested." He slammed the door as he left the booth and I shrugged it off. His loss - he could've felt the warm, silky embrace of seven loads and a raw hole around his cock. I was disappointed I'd tainted my evening by even trying to take a cock with a rubber. I took my position back at the bench for a while, and achieved getting another two (unremarkable) loads - again, doughy motherfuckers probably desperate for some pussy. I was happy to oblige. Several other cocks slid in me but pretty obviously weren't ready to blow their loads yet, and so went on their way with full balls. I wasn't thrilled, but had at least gotten more raw cock. I was getting tired and thought I should probably go be social. That didn't last long as I took my position back in the gloryhole. I wanted a few more loads - you know, to at least get to the double-digits. Annoyingly, some twinky thing stood in the doorway of my presentation-hole and blocked the view, not to mention bogarted the booth that men with full balls were supposed to use to fill me up. Before I knew it, he was backing up onto his own assailant and I decided to watch for a bit. He was a good little cumdump like me, and when he was done, I thought he might like to take a try at my hole. He apparently felt the same way, and backed his ass up to my ass. *shrug* sure, I'll try a little bit of that raw hole while I'm here. It was sweet, warm and wet but not as wet as mine. I'm sure it would be by the end of the night but I wasn't going to stick around long enough to find out. I wasn't ready to cum, and decided to check out one more booth before I left. The man in the booth adjacent to me felt my hole up to the booth and roughly shoved a dry finger in. Once it got wet, it felt really good, but I wasn't there for fingering. I wanted cock. I turned around, put my fingers over the edge of the hole and he got the picture pretty quickly. I stuck a very hard dick up to the hole and I backed right onto it. As he did that, the booth in front of me was occupied and a long, fat white cock came through. It was bigger than any of the black dick I'd taken, and I was hoping the guy breeding me would hurry up. He didn't last long, and just as I went to put my still-fresh hole on that monster dick, he pulled away. Apparently he just wanted a blowjob and wasn't interested in what I had to offer. Ten loads. I think it's safe-to-say that I've finally taken the plunge into being a full-fledged, raw, anon cumdump. I'm already planning a trip to the San Francisco Steamworks this weekend, so, more to cum.

Fuck it. It was late Saturday afternoon and I had just finished running some last-minute errands getting stuff to keep me hydrated for that evening's play session with a FFuckbud in Bushwick. I was a little behind schedule and felt rushed, sweating from the late summer humidity and sexual anticipation. It was a warm day and I was wearing a t-shirt with cut-off sleeves, shorts and sneakers. I took a deep breath to relax as I waited for the Über car to arrive. I stared at my phone screen: the app displayed the driver was a few minutes away. He was kinda hot from the thumbnail image of his profile. OINK! Buzz. My phone vibrated as the screen display got interrupted as a text came in. HIM: SORRY baby. Can't host tonight after all. Something came up. Have to cancel. Fuck it. I texted him back quickly. ME: Dang that sucks. HIM: I know!!! Was really looking forward 2 PNP and getting @ that pussy of urs. ME: K. Another time then. HIM: I'll make it up 2 u next time I CYU. ME: L8R. I was already cleaned out and just a little buzzed. I smoked a little bowl while getting ready earlier to get me in the mood. It was enough to get my manhole hungry. He is one of my regular fuckbuds. I hate it when they cancel as the last thing I want to do is go online and take a risk with someone new. I like playing with the few regular buds I have. We have great connection and they know how to make my insatiable hole feel great. And I give it back in return. Except not tonight apparently. I stared at my phone screen. Now what? I thought to myself. Should I contact another bud at this last minute? Go online and risk searching for someone new? That seemed desperate (well I was sorta...). FUCK IT. I cancelled the Über car. I shook my head cursing at myself. I had a bag of protein and energy drinks in one hand and my phone on the other. Beside me, I had a small overnight travel bag that had some of my favorite toys, various lube and grease, poppers, and my toiletry bag parTy kit. All that preparation for nothing. I looked around me at the storefronts on the block. I live in an area of north Brooklyn that is historically more African American. But that is rapidly changing as it gentrifies year by year as the a new influx of people move in (myself included), priced out of Manhattan and other areas of northwest Brooklyn. I see a barber shop across the street. Hmm...time for a cut, I think to myself. If I can't play, I may as well get a haircut. I usually go to my barber in the East Village but I sure wasn't going there tonight. It had been a few weeks since my last cut and I like to keep my hair short and buzzed fresh. I was overdue. I placed my phone in my shorts pocket, picked up the overnight bag and crossed the street. Some aashole hipster almost ran into me on a Ciibike, oblivious to jaywalkers ruling the street. I cursed at him as he sped by, not hearing me with his headphones on. I was still spitting at the air when I got in front of the barbershop. It was about to close, totally empty except for one lone barber. I entered. "Hey," I greeted him, walking in. "How's it going? Can you do one more today?" The barber looked me up and down quickly as he was putting some equipment away. "It's late." It almost sounded like a complaint. He looked at me appearing to size me up. The barber was in his mid to late 50's, a tall dark, black man with short, buzzed cut hair and a trim beard that had a light salt and pepper pattern. He was about 6'3" and I guessed around 225 lbs of solid man. He looked like a coach for a high school athletic team. He had a handsome face in a rugged way with an impressive squared-off jawline that was framed with a short beard. He was wearing a dark green, button-down short sleeve shirt that served him like a uniform and was snug on his upper body. The top two buttons were undone and I could see short bristles of salt and pepper hair lightly covering his chiseled chest. He was wearing dark blue sweatpants that were a little loose. I couldn't help but notice that he had impressively large feet in his black beat-up sneakers. I could read that he was in good shape for his age. "I just need a buzz cut." My hair was about a half-inch long, too long for my taste. "You can do me quick: in-and out." I smiled at him. "Cool?" He moved towards me then passed my side heading to the storefront windows. "I am just about to close," he announced as he shut off the air conditioner. His voice had a deep weight with an after-tone of a subtle bass. I liked how he sounded. He adjusted the old blinds at the windows, lowering them one by one as the narrow shop got darker. He looked me up and down again. I noticed some pause with his gaze. "I will do you," he said, locking the door and lowering the last shade on the inside of the door. The shop was darker now, cut off visibly from the outside. The small shop had old fluorescent light bars overhead in three parallel rows casting a greenish glow to the room. His dark skin took on another sheen with the absence of natural light from the outdoors. One length of the light on the farthest right ceiling row was flicking on and off, shorting itself randomly, casting stranger highlights on both of us that would materialize and then quickly disappear. "You're in luck, Boy," he finally smiled. I liked that he called me Boy. Was he flirting with me as he read me visually again (or so I thought)? Or was I just horny from my now defunct evening's anticipation? "You're my last customer." He walked into the shop towards one of the corners. "I'll take you." He washed his hands at a corner sink for shampooing customers. He dried them off thoroughly. Nice forearms, I thought; they were thick and solid. "Put your bags down by that last chair," he instructed in that deep tone, pointing to a beat-up leather barber chair. "Sit down." I walked towards the corner, setting the overnight bag down. I placed my plastic grocery bag on the linoleum-tiled floor. The contents fell out, imbalanced and tossed around. My drinks rolled around our feet. "You goin' to do some major exercise or somethin' tonight?" He peered at me and then the various drinks scattered on the floor. "Yeah," I laughed as I looked up at him. "You could say that," I paused. "...special exercises." I knelt down, gathering the various bottles and placing them carefully back in the bag. "They help keep me going." He was now standing beside me, near the counter, getting some of his barber tools out of several small cabinets. I couldn't help but stare at his crotch as it was just a few inches from my face. He turned slightly, opening another cabinet to get some clippers so he was in profile from my viewpoint. WHOA! Nice bulge! There was something definitely in those dark sweatpants. I couldn't stop looking at it, that inner buzz inside me from earlier triggered itself ON. "You done yet?" He looked down at me, a tight smile on his face. "Sit down on the chair and let's get this started." I got up and sat down on the barber chair. It was an old-skool shop; probably from the late 80's when the neighborhood was a lot rougher. I got myself comfortable on the chair which looked like an antique at this point. The leather was well worn on the seat and it crackled as I adjusted myself, straightening my back. There were mirrors all around us at each chair station. There were six chairs in the shop in total, three at each side, with just a little walk space in the center of the narrow shop. You could see your reflection from one side of the room to the other into infinity as the mirrors on each side of the shop reflected on itself. The mirrors were a bit faded, well past their time; some were cracked, including the one in front of us, a hairline fracture that ran diagonally from mid-center on the left side up to the right corner of the glass surface. If I turned slightly, my head appeared split and off-register. The cabinets surrounding the mirrors at each chair station were covered in black Formica, the edges a bit frayed. There was a scattering of photos all around each station displaying men's hairstyles from old to current trends. I looked across from me and observed his personal photos taped around the mirror. A few were with his wife (I presumed) from different eras. He maintained a great body regardless of the decade. I noticed the wife in older photos but only solos of him or with male friends as he got older. There was a photo of him without a shirt, I am guessing from the last decade, probably on some island vacation, showing off his chiseled chest. HOT! I could feel myself starting to sweat slightly. He grabbed a long sheet of white tissue paper from one of the frayed tiny cabinets in front of us flanking the large mirror. I watched our reflection as he proceeded to get ready, folding the tissue as he walked behind me. He wrapped the tissue around my neck and tucked it into my T-shirt collar. He did this quietly as he looked deep into my eyes in the mirror. I watched him in return, also silent. I sensed we were both assessing the situation and measuring each other. I couldn't quite get a read on him. He was making me nervous. He was making me horny. I looked at those forearms again. They were large and thick, a light tangle of dark hair blended with his skin tone. I saw some tattoos on his right arm that I hadn't noticed before. They were faded and old, the black ink almost blending with his dark skin tone. The designs gave away their age as they were soft and fuzzy, the edges blurred by time and unsaid experiences. He reached for a dark sheet that was folded at the edge of the chair arm. He snapped it in the air suddenly, startling me as it sounded louder than it probably was, my senses already heightened. He unfolded it and draped it over me. It was a thin polyester sheet and it created a second skin over my crotch and upper body. He fastened it around my neck methodically. His large hands then rested on my shoulders, brushing the sheet into place. His palms seemed to be wiping away the creases so that the draping of the sheet over my upper body was even and centered. His hands had a weight to them that felt solid and heavy. Impressive. Masculine. Sexy. His fingertips applied a little pressure to the front of my shoulders for a mere moment, a slight massage. I moaned. Fuck it-that felt good! His right hand lifted in the air and disappeared behind my head in the reflection as our eyes met again and traced each other. The palm of that hand now brushed the back of my neck and ran up and down the back of my head, feeling my hair lightly as if we was barely touching it, running up and down, up and down, slowly, gently, almost sensually. It was if he was studying my hair, its texture, softness, healthiness. But his touch seemed to graze over me longer than professionally expected, unmeasured seconds that bordered into inappropriate movements. I moaned a little more, almost embarrassed at my obviousness. "Whatcha want, Boy?" Finally he spoke. The tone was now almost gentle, but just a bit, a decipherable difference I caught in comparison to his not-so-friendly greeting when I had entered earlier. The deep voice seemed to echo for a few seconds in the small, empty shop. Outside the light was getting fainter as the sun had set quickly as the late afternoon stepped into the early summer evening. The broken fluorescent light bar behind us flickered like a signal as if it were announcing the passing of the day. "Just a buzz cut," I stammered in my reply. His large hand ran over the top of my head again, rapidly this time. "What you take? 1.5? 2?" He looked at me. "Huh?" I was puzzled. "What do you mean?" "Clippers. Razor guard size," he answered. "Oh. I think it's usually a 2." I inadvertently brought my hand up to the top of my head as If to measure my hair and our hands touched for a second. He looked at me in the mirror. "Then my regular barber goes more in detail with a 1.5." "Regular barber?" His tone was definitely easing. "Yeah. I go to this Ukrainian guy in the East Village. I had a date that cancelled and saw your shop was still open. So here I am." "A date huh?" He kind of sneered at that. "You don't look like you dressed for any date." Fuck it. What the hell. "Yeah...well it was more a hook-up," I confessed quickly. "He cancelled at the last minute. I was right across the street to meet him when he cancelled. Saw your shop was still open. Figured I would get a buzz here." "Well you came to the right spot," his hand brushed the back of my head again, now taking his time, slowly running his palm up and down, up and down. "You got nice hair, nice texture...very soft." I stared at our reflection in the cracked mirror. Behind us, the fluorescent light bar shorted out for a second or two. He stopped with my hair and walked over to the cabinets and got his clippers ready, plugging the cord in a socket by his right. He approached me and I stared at him, my eyes following him in the mirror as he positioned himself behind me. He flicked the clippers on and it came alive, resting on my head for a second before he started to push it along. The whir and buzz of the vibration seemed like a strange percussion in my ears. He started by running the clippers from the front of my head towards the back. The clippers vibrated in a gentle rhythm over my scalp. I was definitely hyper sensitive with the little toke on the glass pipe from earlier. Fuck it-that felt GOOD-as he raked my head methodically, row by row. It was like an electronic massage in parallel motions going over my scalp. Tiny threads of dark, black hair fell around me, scattering on the sheet on my upper abdomen and crotch, raining down as the clippers ran its path. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation privately. I took in the mechanical buzz and vibration and breathed in slowly. "You OK there, Boy?" He noticed. I opened my eyes slowly, staring at our reflection. My head was on one side of the reflection in the crack of the mirror, his on the upper half. He was almost smiling. "You OK?" He repeated, the voice had a hint of concern. "You looked like you went somewhere down the avenue or somethin'." "Uh yeah," I replied, a little embarrassed. "I just like clipper cuts. It feels good," I admitted. "OK, Boy," he laughed and winked at my reflection. He continued with the clippers, buzzing around the rest of the top of my scalp, then the back and sides. He walked around me, shifting from my right side then to the left, getting in the correct position, gently pushing my head down or to the side to get a better angle. Short, trimmed hair continued to rain around me. I watched him intently in the mirror. His arms flexed as he moved the clippers around my head. The cuffed edge of his short-sleeves were tight around his biceps. I observed his hand, large with thick, long fingers, holding tight on the clippers gliding it around my head. He sure was getting sexier by the minute. "What kinda hook-up you had goin' tonight?" He didn't look at me as he continued to push the clippers around my right ear, carefully and slowly sculpting at the hair edge, repositioning himself to my right side, his large body getting closer to the chair arm, closer to me. I turned my head slightly to him but he quickly pushed my head face-forward with a gentle but in-control force as he continued sculpting the edge around the back of my ear. "What kinda hook-up is it that you got all those energy drinks?" He sneered a little now but continued to put his attention on my hairline. "And what's with the overnight bag, Boy?" Fuck it. Go for it, I told myself. I was already a little buzzed and so horned up. "Well," I looked at his reflection, waiting for his eyes to meet mine, trying to get more of a read on him. "If you really want to know...we were going to parTy and get all crazy and shit." "Watcha talkin' 'bout?" His eyes suddenly looked in the mirror, curious. "You know: parTy?" I emphasized the last syllable. He moved the clippers away from my head, staring at me more seriously in the mirror. "I like a little Tina. Gets me all wild and super horny." He smiled at me and resumed clipping around the right side of my head. "That bitch Tina?!?" He laughed. "She sure is a good time." He smiled wider and continued to carefully trim around my ear and side. "Haven't fucked with that biTch in ages." "So you parTy too?" He got my attention. I shifted slightly in my chair. "Oh yeah, Boy." He looked at me proudly in the mirror, then placed his attention back to cutting my hair. "Yeah, after my wife passed over ten years ago, I got a little crazy for a minute...if you know what I'm sayin'. Few bitches here and there. Some wild ones too! Those are the ones I partied with. GOOD TIMES!" He smiled at that memory and continued with the clippers. "Whatcha get into? You a bottom, Boy?" He stopped for a second, looking at me, waiting for my reply. I nodded as he held the clippers away from my head. "Yeah. I thought so." He stepped away from me, careful to not get tangled with the cord of the clippers, and walked towards another cabinet and adjusted the blade guard. His body was turned just slightly, most of his back facing me. When he was done, he walked behind me, then towards my left side. He brought the clippers back to my head to go in for a finer trim detail. He cranked the lever on the side of the chair as it jerked up a few inches, raising me. My left elbow was now at the same level as his crotch. His body was much closer now. I could feel his body heat. He carefully continued with the clippers, inching his body closer and closer now that my elbow was rubbing against the jersey material of his sweatpants. WHOA! SHIT! He was fucking hard as a rock! He continued with the cut, shifting his body left to right just slightly, back and forth, rubbing his crotch on my elbow. I pushed my left arm towards him, playing his game, adding pressure to his crotch that was now pressing against me. "Ohhhhh...Boy. That do feel good." He stopped cutting my hair for a moment, pressing harder on my arm, his head cocked back, eyes closed. I stared at our reflection. Then suddenly he opened his eyes. "You got any of that biTch in your bag there, Boy?" His eyes spoke of experience and knowledge. I could read that we had something in common... HUNGER. I nodded in the reflection. "Let's invite that biTch to this party then, Boy." He stepped away from me a half step, holding the clippers down at his side. It was still buzzing. From the mirror I saw an impressive silhouette of a bulge growing in his sweatpants. It was huge and thick, stretching the jersey material obscenely. "Boy, I haven't let loose since I don't know when. Haven't made it with a guy in ages either. But you sure are cute. And I sure am horny. I told you you came to the right spot." He paused and gave me a serious glare in the mirror. "Open your bag." The light flickered behind us again. In the mirror my hair was half-done: one side short and buzzed, the other unfinished. I looked a little crazy with this insane half-done buzz cut. I also looked really horny. A bead of sweat trickled down the left side of my forehead. I slowly stood up from the chair, countless hairs trimmed at the same tiny lengths, like black needle tips, littering around us on the floor. I walked over to my overnight bag, bent down and pulled on the zipper. He turned off the clippers, walked around the chair, and set it on the cabinet counter. I dug through the contents, looking for the small toiletry bag that had my parTy supplies. He sat down on the chair I had been on, the leather cracking under his weight and mass as he spread his legs. I stood up with the toiletry bag, placed it on the counter beside the clippers and unzipped it. He watched me silently. I prepared the glass pipe with a good size shard of crystal and carefully heated it, careful to keep the flame at the right distance, rocking the bowl side to side. He started slowly massaging his crotch then leaned forward, motioning for me to step closer. I continued to slowly melt the Tina as he leaned in even closer, both arms about to surround me. His hands disappeared behind my back and unfastened the sheet over my upper body. The sheet fell silently, my trimmed hair scattering into a random, frenzied pattern on the linoleum floor. "Take a big drag, Boy." He instructed. "And I mean a BIG HIT." I did as I was told. I kept the flame under the bowl another second as that lovely light grey cloud formed in the glass bubble. I shook the torch off and he reached for it as I took a long, deep BIG breath as he had instructed, taking as much smoke as my lungs would allow. "Good Boy," he grabbed the pipe. "Hold it in as long as you can. Now take off that shirt. Let me see your body." I lifted my arms and pulled the tank top off and threw it carelessly on the floor. Little bits of trimmed hair fell on and around us. "Nice tits, Boy. You keep in shape." He lit the pipe a few times for himself like I had done earlier, then set the torch to his side. He motioned for me to keep my breath and to not exhale. The magical smoke appeared in the pipe and he took equally, if not more, of a big hit than I had just done. We both held our breaths. He reached over slowly and with his free hand squeezed my right nipple, surprising me. He squeezed it hard. Finally, I exhaled; I couldn't help myself. A huge cloud came out of me, floating slowly over us, temporarily obscuring him from my vision as if he was lost in a miniature chemical fog. And then his face slowly appeared as the smoke dissipated, floating towards the fluorescent lighting, the small clouds taking on another palette. He grabbed me and leaned in closer, our mouths met, his swallowing mine, surprising me. His large and heavy tongue pushed and parted my lips gently at first, then with force, getting my mouth open and wide as he exhaled a huge amount of smoke. I greedily sucked it in. His eyes stared at me. He was different now. This wasn't the barber anymore. This was a Man. And he was hungry with that all too familiar look in his eyes that indicates the biTch was here. His tongue darted rapidly into my mouth, fishing for mine. There was now an electric energy in him that wasn't there before. His tongue gave it away if his eyes hadn't already hinted of it. The tongue danced violently in my mouth as if it were seeking its last breath. I gave it back earnestly and kissed him deeply, sucking in his tongue, adding pressure so hard that our mouths locked into a vacuum. We were both with the biTch now. I flicked my tongue back at him harder and he relented, his mouth first, then his body relaxing. I exhaled back to him. He sucked it in deep then looked at me intently, the madness gone, now only a soft gaze in his eye. His tongue gently coaxed mine and I pulled away slightly, licking his thick, dark lips. He exhaled and a thick cloud surrounded our heads. I took control now. I pushed him gently back on the chair as he reclined at an angle. He is quite tall; his legs were spread wide on the floor despite the chair being higher than normal. I grabbed the pipe and lighter from him and lit it again, inhaling deep as he watched me intently. He grabbed the pipe and torch from me and did the same. I held my breath as long as I could watching him before I exhaled. He held his breath longer before exhaling, our combined clouds fading in the ceiling. We repeated this a few more times, getting more higher. I grabbed the pipe and torch from him and placed them on the counter. I pushed against the foot pedal on the base of the chair, flipping it downwards and stepped onto its flat edge leaning into him. He sat back comfortably, very buzzed, observing me, his arms spread open and resting on his side. I leaned forward and slowly unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and pulled it apart. Nice chest. He was still in great shape. The hint of salt and pepper hair that I saw earlier was now all visible. It was light on the upper chest, then thicker near his pecs, visually defining the lower curves of his pectorals. The hair was short and bristly and then it got less dense as it disappeared into his groin. I ran my left hand over his chest, feeling the texture of his body hair, the firmness of his muscles and a slight sweat that was building, coating his dark skin. I reached forward with my body, my abdomen rubbing against his crotch, hard and throbbing, as I leaned in closer and took his right nipple into my mouth. I bit it hard with my front teeth and held my grip. Then I gently flicked my tongue left to right on the tip of his nipple, brushing it lightly with saliva, teasing him. "MUTHAFUCKER!!!" He groaned, sliding up the chair slightly. I looked up at him while biting hard and soft, my tongue moving rapidly. He stared back at me and his body shifted up the chair even more as I felt his hard cock rub against my abdomen. I pulled away and shifted back down, in between his legs, looking up at his crotch and upper body. His massive cock was throbbing under the jersey material of his sweatpants. I positioned my right hand under his left thigh and squeezed tight, pulling the cotton against his leg. His bulge looked massive now, outlined by the tightened jersey material. It pulsed with excitement. I kept rearranging my grip and pull on the material, admiring the view. I lifted my left hand and slowly started feeling his shaft. "You one of those NASTY bitches!" He proclaimed. He was breathing heavy and rapid now, clearly turned on, clearly starting to buzz. I squeezed harder on the bulge. Fuck! It was huge! Thick as a beer can - my favorite! It looked long too - maybe 9"-10". I kept stroking it through the cotton, re-arranging its position on his thigh, checking it out, getting myself turned on with what was in front of me. He pushed my hand away suddenly and I leaned back. He took control and started rubbing himself, gripping the thick base with his left hand. "You like that, Boy?" He smirked at me. There was something nasty about how he said that. I nodded, gripping and squeezing my own dick inside my shorts. He squeezed his cock some more and we exchanged glances of silent anticipation. He was showing off to me and I was a willing audience. He kept grabbing his thick tool, moving it from one side of his thigh, an inch or two down his leg, then the other way, then back, constantly shifting. It looked obscene like some monster about to be unleashed. "You like what you see, Boy?" I nodded, grabbing his tool. I squeezed it hard, loving the weight and mass of it in my hand. I brought my hand to the base of his cock then traced it along the cotton material, rubbing it slowly up and down the shaft which only made him moan some more. My hand encircled the head and I squeezed gently at first, then with a tighter grip, then back to a soft touch. He squirmed on the leather chair as it crackled from underneath him. Then suddenly I grabbed the shaft again and shook it hard as it flopped through the sweatpants material. His hands appeared from the side as he lifted his ass off the chair slightly. Then he suddenly pulled his sweatpants down, thrusting them as far down his legs as it would go. He was wearing thin boxers with a vertical stripe pattern and the left leg sleeve was getting soaked from his excitement. His tool looked even larger now. I pushed back a little to admire the changed view. I grabbed his tool again and the thin cotton was barely covering his shaft. I positioned his cock slightly so it was running down his thigh, the head just visible now underneath the edge of his boxers. I pulled back on the cotton material exposing the head further. Now it was my turn to to moan. Wow. It was a beautiful cock head : round and bulbous and dark. He was uncut. The head was covered with foreskin which was pulled back slightly. Precum was leaking out of his urethra. I slid my finger alongside the slit and placed it in my mouth, licking it while looking at him. It had a slight salty taste. "Oh yeah man," I moaned, finally answering him. "I love it." "Pull off my sweats and boxers," he commanded firmly. I leaned back slightly and yanked them off quickly rolling them through his legs and feet. I kept his sneakers on and tossed the clothing to one side of the floor. His legs looked massive, long and muscular with impressive thighs. There was strength to his legs that I liked. I squeezed his thighs hard several times and then let go. His balls were large and round and pushed the base of his thick tool which was now very hard and swerved to the side by his left hip. I leaned in closer and took in his scent from in between his legs. He smelled of sweat, his own musk and some old-fashioned scent that reminded me I was in a barber shop. I leaned in closer and spit on his balls. His cock shifted. I leaned in more and ran my tongue from the bottom to the top. I repeated this from the left side, then the right, then back to the center, each time depositing more saliva that his testicles were now glistening, the highlights in a faint green cast from the fluorescent lighting. My mouth opened wider and I engulfed as much of his balls that I could fit into my mouth. And then I applied pressure with my lips creating a seal as I applied suction to the testicles inside my mouth. I ran my tongue rapidly over his balls, side to side, up and down, with pressure, without, all at random, driving him crazy. I loved how his balls tasted, a little salty from his sweat, a little pungent in general, and a lot masculine. His cock kept shifting. I released his balls and leaned back for a moment while my left hand cupped his testicles, spreading my saliva gently around his balls. His cock shifted again as if silently wanting attention. I leaned forward once more, grabbed the shaft of his tool and brought my lips to his cock head. I curled the tip of my tongue and flicked it around the rim of his foreskin, just getting a little bit of the tip under the rubbery skin as I pushed it back with my tongue. He squirmed a bit on the chair. I continued around the head, taking my time. It tasted musky and slightly strong, carrying that day with it. I was too high to really care. And then I pulled back with my mouth and rolled the flat top section of my tongue along his cock head, tracing it along the line of his urethra, coating it with my saliva. His ass shifted. And then suddenly I took his whole head in my mouth, the thick massive bulb, coating it with more saliva, sucking on it now with pressure, my tongue dancing inside the hood to the rapid rhythm of my heart beating. "MUTHAFUKKKKKAAA!!!" He yelled, his hands now grabbing tight on the chrome edges of the chair arms. Beads of sweat fell from my face mixing with my saliva on his tool, adding more of my own lubrication. I took a deep breath and my mouth opened wider. I applied more suction as I inched forward-slowly, very slowly-on his very hard shaft. I looked at him monitoring his reaction. His eyes were closed, head cocked back, groaning to himself. "Mutha...fukkaa...Mutha...fukkkaaa..." He was sweating even more than me. I inhaled through my nose again and leaned in another inch, my tongue washing the underside of his shaft. I kept watching him as I took my time, savoring the weight and mass of his tool inside my mouth, enjoying that I was providing him this pleasure. I love how a big cock feels when it fills my mouth, my throat. He was getting harder from excitement as he continued to squirm on the chair. I breathed in again through my nose and now dove in, eyes closed, visualizing my actions inside my mind, taking several inches, then pulling back a bit, then diving back in, then out. In. Out. In. Out. I allowed his stiff tool to fuck my hungry mouth and then very suddenly I dove right in, sucking that thick head into my throat. "MUTHAFUKKKIN' BITCH!" He yelled, almost startling me. More sweat was now pouring down my face. I opened my mouth even more, inhaled again, a big, deep breath through what I could take through my mouth and more oxygen through my nose. I relaxed my muscles more as I let his tool sink further inside my throat, meanwhile applying slight random pressure, massaging his shaft. I kept this going slowly, taking my time, breathing in more air through my nose, wanting it, taking it. He just continued to squirm. Finally I had most of his thick cock inside me, the bristles of his public hair now tickling my nose. I looked up at him. His eyes were still closed, head to one side, mumbling to himself. I stayed like that for awhile, just enjoying the volume and weight on his tool in my mouth and throat. I would pull back occasionally, but just a micro inch, and then sink in, fucking the shaft with my mouth. And then I would rest again at the base, contracting my throat muscles, massaging him, resting in that position, savoring the mass inside me. I started to pull back and sink in again, but building my pace; slowly at first, then more rapidly, up and down, up and down. He was really squirming now and I started to apply more pressure and sucking at the same time. Faster. Faster. FASTER! "MUTHAFUKKKAAA!!!" He yanked me off violently, pulling my head with such speed and force away from his shaft that my mouth made a loud plopping sound as I breathed air again. His tool shined with a coating of my saliva. Pre-cum leaked out of his cock head. I leaned in to catch it with my tongue. But he pushed me away. "FUCK BOY!" He pulled back on the chair now, straightening his upper body slightly, his hands falling back on the arm rests. "You sure know how to suck dick! FUCK! I just don't want to cum so fast! That biTch got me goin' and horny! And if your suckin' dick that good I can only tell what the rest of the evening will bring!" He laughed at that. I licked my lips and then wiped the excess saliva around my mouth and chin with my right hand. I stared at him greedily. "You look kinda crazy with that half-done haircut!" He laughed again, now lifting himself from the chair. "Get up, Boy. Take off those shorts and you get that ass back on this chair." He got up around me, his big, slick dick bouncing around. I stood up beside the chair and stepped out of my shorts, kicking off my sneakers. I had a black and red jock on. He whistled at me when he saw that. "WOO! That sure look good on you! Turn around." I did as I was told, giving him a show of my ass, framed by the black jock straps. "Nice!" He felt my ass. "We gonna have some fun with that later. Now get on that chair!" I got on and he placed the polyester sheet on my upper body again and clipped it behind my neck. He grabbed his clippers from the counter. He still had his shirt on, unbuttoned and hanging loose, and nothing else but his sneakers. It looked almost comical with his swinging hard-on but it actually was kinda hot. I was slouching down on the chair a bit. My legs were spread wide. I couldn't help it. I was horny, that buzz just starting to set... "Ok straighten up, let's finish this cut." He walked behind me as I slid up the chair. As I did, the sheet exposed my crotch. I was getting turned on from the whole scenario. The clippers came to my head and he proceeded to finish the cut. The vibration of the clippers was working its magic on me again. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the mechanical rhythm on my scalp. I started to get hard despite the T. "You sure like this, huh?" He snickered behind me. I opened my eyes, looking at him in the mirror. He was intensely focused, being very particular with his methods. After a few minutes he was done and placed the clippers aside back at the counter. He shifted to the other side of the counter and selected a shaving blade sitting in a clear glass jar of sanitizing liquid. He retrieved the blade and dried it with a towel nearby. To his left was a small device that he pressed. Heated shaving cream oozed out if it on his palm. He then walked behind me and applied the warm cream on the back of my neck. He massaged the heated cream slowly, gently, spreading it around the bottom trimmed edge of my hairline on the back of my head. The heat of the warm cream added to the heat now forming in the small shop. A tiny bead of sweat ran down the left side of my face. I moaned again. My breathing was getting more rapid. I watched him from the reflection of the other mirror behind us reflecting on the cracked mirror in front of me. I was nervous and yet excited at the same time. My cock twitched in my tight jock. He held his blade impressively steady and very carefully brought the sharp instrument to the back of my head. I stayed still and tried to concentrate on my breathing, to relax and not move an inch. The sharp edge of the blade made contact with my skin and I felt as if someone had shocked me with a hit of electricity. My senses were so heightened. The edge of the blade felt as if it were sinking into my moistened skin, my sweat and the heated shaving cream mixed into some new lubricant for the sharp blade to glide over me. He applied a tiny bit of pressure that was so faint I shouldn't have felt it. But I did as I flinched as the blade shifted slowly along the bottom of the hairline. And then with a very sudden gesture that was a mix of speed and unmeasured pressure, his hand pushed quickly as the blade separated from my skin. I exhaled as the fluorescent light behind us flickered again. Before I could relax, the blade returned, the coldness of the sharp metal shocking me again. I inhaled and caught that I was holding my breath. He applied that subtle pressure and slight movement and shaved another fraction of an inch or so of my hairline to a fine, crisp edge. I exhaled again and he repeated this over and over until he was done. It was only a few minutes but that biTch made it seem more like an eternity. And yet I was loving it. There was something about the super sharp blade that he controlled that turned me on. He wiped what was left of the shaving cream away with a small towel, still standing behind me. I looked at him in the mirror and it was a little obscene: him standing there with a hard-on, the foreskin pulled back revealing his dark tool and holding a blade in one hand. "Slide down that chair a little bit, Boy," he instructed. "Get that ass just hanging off the edge a bit." I did as I was told. He walked over back to the counter. He dropped the used blade back in the sanitizing jar. He turned around looking at me. "You seemed to like that, huh?" I nodded in silence. "Ok-well that was just for starters." He pressed on the small machine on the counter again as more heated cream oozed out of the tiny nozzle. "Now pull up those legs and hold them. Hold them STILL-you hear? I'm gonna shave that hair around your hole." I was already flying at this point. I liked where this was going so I obliged and pulled my legs up, holding it steady on the back of my thighs. My asshole was in clear view. "Muthafukka..." He paused, eyes staring at my hole. I was already buzzed from the bowl we smoked together and the earlier hit I had done just before leaving my apartment. My hole was clearly showing this. I contracted and relaxed my hole, showing off to him. "HOLY FUCKIN' SHIT!!! Whatcha got there, Boy?" He stepped closer. "Fuck. For a second there I thought I was lookin’ at pussy." A thick finger touched my asslips, sliding around it gently. "That is one beautiful hole you got there." He approached me and bent down for a second, taking a closer view. "Muthatfukka. That sure is pretty." He stood up straight and looked around to his side. He found a small stool and grabbed it with his free hand, positioning it to my left side. He then walked back to the counter and pulled another drawer open retrieving a small hand mirror. "Here-grab this," he instructed. "I want you to see what I'm doing. This is special service. I don't provide this to many customers." He winked at me, laughing a little. I held it with one hand and adjusted it. It was a double-sided mirror: normal reflection on one side, close-up view on the other. He fidgeted around the counter then retrieved a fresh, new blade from the jar. He pressed on the machine again as it shot out more heated shaving cream. He sat on the stool next to me, adjusting himself. His legs were spread open and his thick shaft, now semi-hard hung over the edge. If I had another free hand I would have taken a picture. He looked so hot and strangely odd and menacing at the same time with his open shirt, the blade in one hand, the wad of white cream on the other hand, and his big, uncut dick just hanging there. "Hold that mirror just right now so you can see..." His one hand moved closer and spread the warm shaving cream on my manpussy. He spread it liberally, all around my hole and around my asscheeks. Everything felt ultra-sensitive on my skin around my hole. The warmth of the cream almost felt burning at first, as it was a shocking sensation. But the burn faded quickly to a warm glow. I looked in the hand mirror admiring the view. I twisted my hand slightly and switched to the close-up view. My hole was pulsing from the heat like some strange organism surrounded by white foam. "Beautiful," he was admiring the view. He inched in closer. From the hand mirror I saw the blade-now mega size in the enhanced reflection-approaching my pulsing manpussy. The sharp blade looked menacing and I held my breath as my hole instinctively contracted, the pussy lips folding in on itself. "Fuckin' beautiful," he repeated. The blade came closer to the edge of my hole and made contact with my skin. With his left hand he held my ass, pulling it wide as his right hand carefully glided the sharp blade, scraping with a slight pressure away from my asslips. I watched nervously from the mirror. The fluorescent light behind us flickered again, this time with a slight scraping noise that lasted a second. He held the blade at a slight angle as it glided on my skin. The blade pushed the heated cream aside, exposing a smooth, shaved area near my hole. The moistness of the cream and my sweating made my skin seem to glow with a slight light green tint from the fluorescent lighting. He repositioned the blade just another inch above where he had started and repeated the procedure. And again and again. Each time, I flinched as the sharp blade made contact with my sensitive skin. It was a combination of nervousness and anticipation. I stared at the reflection and admired the view. I contracted my hole, winking at him. "You like that, huh?" He asked. I nodded again, silently. He stood up and grabbed the stool and moved over to my right side of the chair. He set the stool down near me and squatted into position. I admired the view of his impressive cock just hanging out, the hood of his foreskin pulled back a bit more, exposing that impressive bulb. He pulled the right side of my ass as the blade approached. I twisted my hand a little bit to get a better view with the hand mirror. As the mirror turned, I caught a momentary glance at my face in the reflection. I was covered in sweat and didn't even realize it. I adjusted my hold until I had a close-up view of my hole. The blade made contact, the sharp edge startling me again. He pulled carefully, gliding it away from my asslips, shaving the short hairs around my hole. I was exhaling and breathing more rapidly. "Hold STILL-you hear?" he demanded in an authoritative voice. I took control of my breathing, trying not to move. The blade came across further up my hole then glided along the smooth surface of my skin, pushing the shaving cream aside. In a few eternal minutes he was done. "Look at that fuckin' pretty hole," he announced. He grabbed a small towel near him and wiped gently around my manhole, removing any leftover shaving cream that was visible. My asslips were all flared and enlarged, pulsing from excitement and anticipation. I was still holding the small mirror. And then the blade approached again, coming into view in the enlarged oval reflection. He had the blade turned upside down, so the curved, unsharpened edge was pointing towards my hole. It came into contact with my moist asslips, the curved flat edge tracing along the soft folds of the skin, slowly up and down, up and down. I gasped a little, not sure what to expect from him. "I can tell this pussy is special," he said. "Don't see this too often." The blade continued its path along my hole. He pulled it away a few inches, tilted the tip of the unsharpened side and pushed it carefully in the crack of my hole. In the mirror I could see the curved edge of the blade enter my hole a micro-inch. I breathed in nervously. "Don't worry, Boy. I ain't gonna hurt you. Last thing I wanna do is hurt that pussy." He pulled the blade away slowly. "Well at least not with this tool." He pushed back on the stool, wiped around my ass again so it was clean and smooth. He stood up. "Take a look," he insisted. I turned the small hand mirror again for the normal view. Shit. My hole did look pretty. It was still pulsing. He grabbed the small mirror from me and walked back to the counter placing it down along with the blade. He wiped his hands with the towel and threw it aside. His dick was starting to throb. He turned looking at me, that thick tool pointing up and twitching. "Watcha want, Boy?" He stared at me greedily. I was still holding my legs up and apart. I moved my hands to my manpussy, feeling the smooth, hairless skin around it, rubbing myself gently. I looked at him with a new hunger, checking him out, staring at that big uncut dick. My fingers found my hole and ran up and down on my asslips. My hole felt warm and moist, as if it was sweating from the heat of the room and the heat building inside of me. "Fuck it," I begged, pulling my asslips apart wider.

As a bottom who takes any load I can get, yet i'm still neg, this is my fantasy that I truly want to live out sometime. I want to find a guy, a rough poz top who I can hire for somethign like a thousand bucks to help me set up an all night BB gang bang. He will tie me into a sling or down to a bed, blindfold me and invite as many tops (preferably poz tops) to breed me all night long in both holes. And I want a lot of the men to be black men, I LOVE black cock! But first, after I'm tied down tight, he wraps his fingers in sand paper and fingers my hole a few times to roughen up my pussy until it's bleeding slightly. I want thiss done for 2 reasons: 1) so that all the poz loads I take all night have a great chance of giving me the gift. 2) and this is the one I love, my ass will hurt like a mother from the sandpaper with every stroke of every cock! I want this because I want it to be a night I NEVER forget, and the extra pain each cock gives me will be an awesome thing! And the guy helping me set it up is instructed to ignore me and tell men to fuck me harder if I whine or beg them to stop. I want them to verbally abuse me the entire time, and degrade me in every way. Everyone is allowed to take photos of me sucking their cocks, drinking their piss or sucking their asses clean, taking cum facials, etc. and they can post me at any porn site they want. This is a fantasy that I TRULY want to live out, i'm just looking for the right guy to hire to help me set it up and to find men to do me and he can't be soft-hearted because if I beg and cry, I don't want them to stop fucking me until the next day. I can travel to do this. Is this a crazy fantasy? I really do want to do this. Here are photos of me being fucked, I'm certainly not camera shy. Lots more of me at my blog: http://vintageporngay.blogspot.com/

The top’s name was Anthony. I had found him on-line using the screen name Hot Rod. His profile had talked about his big hard cock, his stamina, his big loads, all of which really got my juices going, so I hit him up. We exchanged a few e-mails and when I asked for his phone number he gave it to me. Come on guys! That seems trustworthy, right? I usually ask on-line strangers lots of questions but on this night I was so horned up that I just blurted out that I wanted him to come over and play. Right away. Next thing you know, here we are on my queen-size bed, me flat on my back and Anthony, he’s on his knees between my legs, looking down at me with a smug expression. God damn! He’s so HOT! “What?” I said, looking up at him quizzically. “Let’s get you out of those pants,” he said. And that’s just what he proceeded to do! I felt a little vulnerable, naked and my legs spread like that, with him kneeling in between, still fully dressed, looking down at me thoughtfully. That didn't seem to stop my dick from standing straight up however. If anything, I was harder than usual. “Come on, you get undressed too,” I said. “Whatever you say, man,” he replied. With that, he reached up and slowly started to pull his t-shirt up and over his head. My eyes darted to his midsection as the bottom hem began to rise. I wanted to see if he had a nice treasure trail. I like my guys with some fur on their belly and chest. There was a sexy thatch of black hair running down into his jeans. It took me a few seconds for my brain to process the image in front of me. Beneath that glorious trail of hair was a tattoo. It was THAT TATTOO! You know, the universal bio-hazard symbol. When Anthony caught the look on my face he sneered, “Don’t you fret about that! I’m gonna take good care of you.” With that he shoved his jeans down to his knees. His cock sprang up stiffly, long and thick. It was already starting to ooze a clear fluid, tantalizing but undoubtedly toxic. He said, “Don’t worry, baby, all you gotta do is lick it a little, just a little. You know…make it feel good.” As he leaned towards me I couldn't help but moisten my lips and open my mouth. “Yeah, I figured you would,” he said as he rubbed the head of that big cock across my mouth, coating my lips with his slightly salty precum. It was like I was mesmerized. I offered no resistance when his cock began to push into my mouth. God, it tasted good! I moaned just a little when I realized that I was accepting him willingly but I just couldn't stop. “That’s it, baby, get that big dick of mine nice and wet. The slicker it gets, the easier it’ll be on your ass!” As much as his cock was turning me on, when I realized that he was intending to fuck me with it, my fears came roaring back. “No way am I gonna let you fuck me with that cock,” I announced. “I’m not gonna make you do anything that you don’t want to do, baby!” he crooned. “I promise you, I’ll only do what's ok with you, how’s that?” “Well,” I assented, “I guess that’ll be alright.” He ordered, "Now get back on that cock. That was feeling mighty good!” Now that I wasn't so nervous, the idea of sucking on that big-ass cock seemed like a reasonable thing to do. I started making love to that dick with my lips and tongue and throat. I could tell that he was getting into it because he placed his hands on each side of my head, held me steady and then began a gentle yet insistent rocking motion with his hips. Being used this way just got me hotter and my thoughts began to whirl. My desires were taking over and my common sense was melting away rapidly. He stopped face fucking me long enough to pull off the rest of his clothes. He stretched out, lying atop me and applying urgent little kisses and bites, sending me further into orbit. First he worked on my front side and then he carefully turned me over onto my stomach and continued his efforts on my back and neck. “Baby,” he whispered huskily. “You turn me on so much it’s hard for me to restrain myself.” With that, he started to slowly rub the head of his cock up and down the crack of my ass. I tensed up until he reminded me of his promise not to do anything that I wasn't ok with. “Baby,” he said, “let me just put my cock inside you, only a couple of inches. That ass of yours looks so sweet, I just gotta see what it feels like to be inside. Don’t worry, that’s all I’m gonna do.” I thought that his request sounded a little fishy, but he had promised, after all, and I told you my thinking was getting a little mixed up! After a couple of minutes he said, “Yeah, that feels so good…just a couple more inches deeper…just for a minute, ok? I just want to see what it feels like.” Again, I gave my reluctant approval. But this time, after he eased that huge dick in a bit, he caught me by surprise by pulling it back out, just a few inches. When I didn't squawk, he repeated the process, gently pushing in and then pulling back again. “Don’t worry, baby,” he breathed, “I’m not fucking you, I’m just gonna move it in and out for a little bit, just for a couple of minutes. It feels so, so good, baby!” I guess he thought that my shocked silence meant that I was ok with it all because soon his rhythm started to pick up ever so gradually and his strokes started getting deeper. As freaked out as I was, I have to admit that it was starting to feel waves of pleasure washing over me. Faster, deeper, I didn't know what to think. Was he really fucking me after all? And here I was, after all my earlier protests, letting him actually fuck me, fuck me RAW! His breathing was getting more labored, a sign that he was gonna blow his wad soon. His poz load! He was still pumping away deep inside me and I was so dazed by it all that I wasn't doing anything to stop him! Nothing was coming out of my mouth except little gasps of pleasure. I was just about to tell him, “No! Please, no!” when I felt his hips start to jerk as he began to flood my insides with his seed. This hot poz top was actually breeding me and I had let him do it without saying a freakin' word! After several more thrusts he was finally spent. He rolled me over and stared into my eyes. A hint of a sheepish grin played across his lips. “I told you that I was gonna take care of you, didn't I?”

I've been fucking the same bottom for about three years now. We're just plain fuck buds, pretty vanilla, and meet every so often. We used condoms for about a year. I really love eating this guy's hole, getting it really loose and slippery with my tongue. One time I started pressing my cock head against his slippery hole, and let it pop in, just a bit. I did this a few times, licked it some more and then asked him for a condom., then we fucked as per usual. The next time we saw each other I did the same thing, but this time he grabbed my ass and pulled my raw cock in deep, telling me it was okay, and that I should just pull-out when I came. Well, ever since then, I am completely addicted to his ass: I devour his hole with my tongue and only fuck him bareback. One time last February, on an occasion when my balls were really full of cum, I had him on his back and was fucking him pretty hard. Suddenly things felt slippery. I pulled my cock out and found there were globs of cum in behind my mushroom head! I had not felt an orgasm, so I assumed I was seeing a huge shot of precum. The cum smell was super strong and I was so turned on, pretty much instantly I shot all over his balls. The last time we fucked I was really horny, and suddenly shot all over his back. He said "No! Hold it! I really wanted you to cum in me!" I quickly shoved my cock in, but my hard-on didn't last very long, so I could not cum again. A few months have passed, and today, in about four hours, we're hooking up for the first time since the occasion I've just described. Naturally I hope this time he tells me before we start that I can shoot my load into his ass. I've got a ten day load, and want to put it deep in his hole, as I've never seeded an ass before. I'll post an update later tonight if it happens.

Tyler’s Journey to the Dark Side This is the story of Tyler’s Journey to the dark side of sex and drugs. Although he was a junior in high school he was already 18. His parents split up when he was 14 and his father didn’t want anything to do with him. The men his mom dated after that never really filled in for a father figure and at 14 he was too old for the big brother program. He was the oldest of 4 kids with 3 younger sisters. Being the only male in a household of women wasn’t easy. They lived in a small 4 bedroom house in the suburbs. Tyler converted the basement of the house into a bedroom to allow his sisters to each have a room and to provide him a sanctuary from all the women in the house. His life did not give him much to be happy about. He soon began smoking pot. Tyler would spend all day in his basement bedroom getting high. Pot was becoming his escape. The more he got high, the more he began to think and wonder about himself and with his father rejecting him and the nagging of his mother and 3 younger sisters; he was turned off of dating anyone. He just could not stand women. He was scared he was gay and in suburbia he could be ridiculed by classmates. He turned to the internet for someone to talk to about his feeling. That’s when he met Adam. He was in a local gay chat room and Adam was there. Adam was 21 and lived in an apartment complex that was right next to the subdivision where he lived. What Tyler liked about Adam was that he didn’t seem like a stereotypical gay man. Adam said that he was masculine, played sports in high school and was into the outdoors. Tyler and Adam hit it off. The more that they talked the more Tyler accepted the thought he might be gay. Tyler learned that Adam lived whit his boyfriend, Justin. Justin was 25 and the two had been together for 5 years. Adam was very open with the fact that the two of them were also HIV+. Tyler knew about HIV and AIDS and was intrigued with both of these men. They chatted about what led each one to think he was gay and their first sexual experiences. That’s when Tyler admitted he was still a virgin, but he was ready to change that fact. They also chatted about pot and drug use. Tyler learned that both Adam and Justin not only smoked pot, but used other drugs too. Tyler was really intrigued, he had always wanted to experiment with other drugs, he just never knew who to ask, what to ask for and how to take them. Adam said he could fix that for Tyler. One day Adam invited Tyler over so that they all could finally meet face to face. To this point all they knew about each other was through chat and they developed a good friendship. They mad plans for Tyler to come over on a Friday night. This was the Friday when his mother took his sisters to see their paternal grand parents. They would be gone all weekend so he wouldn’t be missed. Right after his mom and sisters left he headed over to the apartment complex where the guys lived. Tyler had on an old pair of blue jeans pulled down so you could see the top half, an old t-shirt, pair of (untied) tennis shoes and a sweat shirt. After a short walk through the snow and found their building and buzzed them so he could be let in. As Tyler reached the third floor he found Adam waiting at the apartment door. Adam was about 6” tall, spiked blond hair and blues eyes. He was well toned and muscular from playing 4 years of high school football, baseball and volleyball. The two shook hands and Adam showed Tyler inside where he met Justin. Justin was a little taller then Adam but just as built. Tyler sat on they couch and so not to crowd the teen, Adam sat on the floor and Justin used a chair next to the couch. The couple looked at Tyler and was infatuated with this cute 18 year old. At 5’ 8”, with a slime frame he was lean. Justin commented on how cute Tyler was and that he’d have no problem finding a boyfriend. They then sat down and started to talk. They asked how much time Tyler had and both got an evil grin when Tyler told them that he had until Sunday night since his Mom and sisters were gone all weekend. The conversation continued and it didn’t take long for the conversation to turn to sex and drugs. Justin asked Tyler what his sexual experience has been and what drugs has he used. Tyler admitted that the only sex he has gotten was from his right hand and the only drug he has tried was pot. Tyler went on to say that he hope to fix all that tonight with the couple. Adam asked what drugs he was open to trying and he answered, what do you got? Justin pulled out a couple pills, first was a blue viagra and the second was a white ecstasy. Justin told Tyler to take 2 viagra and one ecstasy. Then Adam pulled out a joint, letting Tyler know that this was a “special” joint laced with Tina. They told Tyler that the viagra would offset the effect Tina had on getting your dick hard. As they smoke the joint, the couple made sure Tyler got plenty of gatorade to drink. They told Tyler that the gatorade would keep him hydrated. Then Justin pulled out a small vial and put a little into Tyler’s drink telling him that he was giving him some GHB. Tyler drank down his gatorade quickly and was enjoying all the feeling he was experiencing from the drugs he had taken to this point. He felt his 7” cock thicken as they talked about sex and it was evident to Adam and Justin that the viagra was working. Tyler then said something that grabbed the attention of the couple. He told them that ever since learning that they both were HIV+ he wanted to be exactly like them. Adam and Justin were a little stunned and asked if Tyler was certain he wanted to be poz like them. Tyler told them that he couldn’t get the thought of them pozzing him out of his mind. It’s all he thought about on the walk over and he gets very horny at the thought and now that they are in the same room he feels even hornier then ever at the thought of getting pozzed. No the couple had to know that it was the drugs that were making him feel even more horny then he had felt before, but with their drug hazed mind that didn’t enter their thoughts. They asked Tyler again if he was certain that’s what he wanted. All the kid said was ABSOLUTELY! The couple didn’t waste any time and quickly sat down next to the horny teen with Adam on one side and Justin on the other. The couple kissed as they began to play with their new toy. They started off both kissing Tyler and they let their hands roam all over him. They made sure to pay particular attention to the tent in his jeans. And with his jeans as low as he had them it was very easy to expose his hard cock through the piss slit in his boxers. Adam and Just slowly undressed Tyler as they undressed each other. In not time they had him down to his boxers as they had themselves totally naked. They guided Tyler to Justin’s hard, dripping 9” cock. The teen needed to instruction he knew what to do as he lowered his mouth down on Justin’s cock and began to suck. As Tyler worked on Justin’s cock, Adam gave him verbal instructions and before long he was nearly sucking cock like a pro. He would gag as the cock hit the back of his throat. Then Adam told him to breathe in deep through his nose as he went down. That did the trick and Justin’s cock slid into Tyler’s throat. After a good 5 minutes of sucking they repositioned Tyler so that he could get a taste of Adam’s 8” cock. With all that Adam had told Tyler, he was working Adam’s dick with much more expertise then he had Justin’s. The fact that Adam is not as long or as thick as Justin made it easier on its own. After a few minutes of Adam receiving pleasure from Tyler, he needed a little rest. The three continued to kiss and caress each other. Tyler broke off the kiss and asked if they were gona fuck or what. They paused for a moment and asked Tyler again if he was sure he wanted this, if he wanted to be given HIV, the prospect of taking pills his entire life and maybe dying in 20 years. Tyler didn’t even take a second to think about what he had just been told and answered with a FUCK YES! What Tyler didn’t know was that Adam and Justin had talked about pozzing the kid. The topic had dome up on several occasions and always ended up the same (well almost the same) with one fucking the other. Now was the moment, could they go through with the deed especially since Tyler is asking for it. The couple agreed that they needed to move this into one of the back bedrooms. Adam and Justin shared a two bedroom apartment, not for appearances but for the space. They walked by the master bedroom where the two slept to the back bedroom where they had their sling. Tyler was amazed at the contraption. They asked Tyler once more if he was sure about all this, Tyler just nodded. Justin then told Tyler to hope on in and relax. Tyler dropped his boxers and settled into the sling as Adam and Justin placed his wrists and ankles in restraints. Tyler asked what the restraints were for. Adam told him we’ve asked you several times if you are sure about us fucking you and pozzing you; this is to make sure you don’t change your mind at the last second. Justin added that they know he wants this. If he didn’t he would keep asking for them to poz him. They just want to make sure he goes through with this. Adam checks the restraints as Justin was out of Tyler view. Adam then fixed a bandana as a gag and gagged Tyler. When Justin came back into Tyler’s view he had a syringe filled with a clear liquid. Tyler looked up and the two and began to panic. Justin told him that if he was going to do this then they were going to do it right and make sure he got the bug. Adam placed a tourniquet around his arm and did the same to Justin. Tyler watched as Justin stuck the needle into his own arm and drew pack some blood. Then he did the same to Adam. Neither one received any of the clear fluid in the syringe. Adam then places a tourniquet on Tyler’s arm and held it down. They told Tyler that he better hold still so that he would not get seriously hurt. Tyler began to breathe very fast as Justin stuck him with the needle. Justin drew back a little bit of blood to make sure he hit the vein and then pushed all the liquid into Tyler’s vein. Justin said that he just gave Tyler a slam of Tina and soon he would be flying high and very horny. And with some of their blood mixed in there was no way of telling which one pozzed him and there was no turning back, Tyler was going to be as poz as they were. Adam removed the gag and all Tyler said was, oh my god, what the fuck did I agree to, what the fuck! Then Justin counted down, 3, 2, 1 and as he removed the tourniquet on 1 he then said BANG! They both watched as Tyler could feel the rush up his arm, into his chest then into his throat as Justin leaned in and kissed Tyler just as Tyler let out a cough and gasped for air. Justin could feel the change in the teen as they kissed. As the two kissed, Adam got between Tyler’s legs and began to lick and nibble on the drugged up teen’s ass. Tyler let out a moan into his kiss with Justin. The kiss continued with them exchanging spit back and forth while Adam continued to lube up Tyler’s hole. Just as Justin broke off the kiss, Adam was read to enter the teen’s virgin hole. Tyler locked eyes with Adam as he began to slid his cock in side his ass. Adam was gentle knowing this was the kid’s first fuck and Tyler was lucky that Adam was the one to break him in. With the slam taking full effect on Tyler Adam had no problem inching his way in side the teen’s formerly virgin hole. Once in side Adam began to slowly fuck Tyler. Making sure to his all the spots that make a young boy moan in pleasure. As Adam worked away, Justin slipped out of view to fix 2 slams for himself and Adam. He also made sure that they all had fresh viagra since he noticed that Tyler had become a little limp. Adam paused for a moment to take his viagra then continued to fuck Tyler. A few minutes later Justin returned with a slam for Adam. Once again Adam paused to get his slam and then began to fuck the teen harder. Soon he was like a rabbit fucking him when he yelled out that he was about to cum. One more good hard thrust and Adam grunted out FUCK and shot his load into Tyler. As Adam pulled out they all noticed that Tyler was rock hard again. Tyler asked if they would release his arms so he could jerk off while Justin fucked him. He was told no way, that keeping him hard and horny helped Tyler accept his new status. No possible way of cumming then having regrets. There would be time for him to cum later when he would fuck a final neg load into Adam. Justin wasted no time and would not allow any of Adam’s seed to drip from Tyler’s hole. He quickly rammed his full 9” into the kid as Adam gave Tyler another slam. Tyler was really flying now. He just wanted to have sex any way he could get it. Adam and Justin knew if they introduced Tyler to the drug scene it was only a mater of time before he would be pozzed. Justin was more viscous with his fuck then Adam was. He pounded away on Tyler’s hole; driving Adam’s cum deeper into the kid and making room for his own huge load to be deposited. Adam wasn’t finished either. His cock was springing back to life (thanks in part to the viagra and in part to watching Adam fuck). He walked over to Tyler’s head and taped his hard cock on the boy’s lips. Tyler knew what to do without a word being spoken. He opened his mouth and began to suck cock. Adam could tell Tyler was enjoying having a cock in both ends. Adam felt the moans around his cock as Justin fucked into Tyler. Justin fucked Tyler longer then Adam did. Then again Justin is vers/top where Adam is a vers/bttm. Justin knew Adam would not last long with Tyler sucking his cock like he was so he knew he needed to deposit his load soon. He began to grunt with every thrust. Adam had been on the receiving end of Justin’s cock to know he was close to cumming. Adam threw his head back and could feel his balls churning up. Then with a few more grunts Justin let loose a huge load of cum and slammed deep into Tyler; so deep he passed the second internal ring deep in side the boy’s gut. A few seconds later Adam looked down at Tyler as he was about to let loose his own load and told the boy just to swallow as he came. Adam made sure that Tyler had no choice but to swallow by holding a hand on the back of the kid’s head. A few seconds passed as they all were catching their breathes. Tyler finished swallowing Adam’s cum as Justin slowly pulled his cock from the boy’s hole quickly replacing it with a good size butt plug so that no cum would escape.

Sometimes, things just work out. I live in a small town which makes getting a load a rare thing, and getting more than one load has never happened - until this past weekend. I had put up a couple of ads, and had chatted with a few guys, but it seemed like nothing was going to happen. Then within 15 minutes something clicked and three of the guys with whom I'd been chatting announced they wanted to come over. In the next hour and a half, I was fucked very well, three times, by three different guys, all bare, and all three dumped his cum deep inside me. After the last one left I set up my camera and took a video of the cum, (quite a lot of it, as it turned-out) that was streaming out of my well used ass. I wiped myself off and got dressed with a smile on my face at the memory of a fantastic slutty time. My first multiple loading. Wearing a pair of jeans, I went about my business, cleaned up inside the house a little and took the trash out. About halfway to the trash can, my next door neighbor called out to ask me a question. I walked over and she asked me to look at something on her car. While bending over to check something under the hood I felt something odd and suddenly my ass and legs felt damp. She wasn't paying attention, so fearing the worst, I slipped my hand down the back of my jeans and my hand came out covered in cum. By this time the wetness was down to the back of my knees. Although it was somewhat awkward, I did my best to continually face my neighbor so she wouldn't see the wet streaks down both of my legs. Eventually I finished checking what she asked me to check, and very carefully exited back to my yard. When I got inside my house I put my hand back in my jeans and found the top of both legs wet with cum. I could even smell it with my jeans still on. I eased the jeans off and found a big wet spot in the seat. In fact it was so big a wet spot that it extended down both legs almost to the knee. It seems that the cum that I caught on video was only a small portion of what was actually deposited inside me. The thought that I was walking around outside with the three loads pouring out of me was so too much. I had to jack off, with my cum soaked jeans laying across my face.

After he had left his latest load inside my ass, my B/F almost shyly told me a fantasy of which he had been thinking, namely that he wanted to see me getting fucked by someone else and to join in when he was excited enough. Without mentioning that I had had similar thoughts, I replied I was game, and asked if he thought he could set it up. "Yeah, I think I can" he answered. A few days later, on a Wednesday, I received a text from him, asking if I really want to do what we talked about. I replied “If it’s about you wanting to pimp me out, hell, yes!” Two day later, around 3:00 o'clock on Friday afternoon, he sent me another text asking how much free time I had that weekend. I replied my entire weekend was clear. He responded saying he couldn't set it up for my place, but he had set-it up for a local hotel, providing the time, address and room number, and instructing me to meet him there. While this was certainly an unusual set of instructions, I drove to the hotel, and having gathered-up my nerves, I took a deep breath, then another, and finally got out of my car and entered the hotel. As I rode the elevator up to the floor, my mind was racing, wondering if he really had some waiting for me, or was he teasing me, and did he just want to fuck me somewhere different for a change? Arriving at his room, he answered my knock, and no sooner had we exchanged pleasantries, I dropped to my knees, pulled-out his cock, and sucked him for a few minutes. Before long, however, he stopped me, which both surprised and disappointed me, and told me he wanted to set things up. I glance over to the bed and notice that there are nylon straps with Velcro cuffs lying on the corners. He had expressed a fantasy of fucking me while I was tied but had never actually acted on it. I was beside myself. I heard his phone beep, he checked it and told me to strip but leave my underwear on. The cuffs were comfortable but kept me securely in place, spread eagle, face down. Once in place I struggled as he suggested, as if I wouldn’t have anyway. Once he was satisfied I couldn’t get free, he climbed on the bed and I felt him teasing my hole with his cock. I gasped as he slipped inside me and I took a deep breath as he slowly worked his cock completely inside my ready ass. He slowly pulled out then began a slowly building rhythm which I had been dreaming about since his text. As his stroking continued and built slowly, I was beside myself and pulled against my bonds. As he approached the pace that usually meant he was within a few minutes of cumming, he asked me if I was ready. “Oh God! Yessss, Give me that cum!” He slowed and stopped, buried deep inside me. I was beside myself in ecstasy, thinking that he had just bred me. He slowly pulled out of me and left me there wondering if he had bred me or simply teased me. My mind wandered back to his original text, so I asked. He said he had indeed made arrangements. He pointed out the camera sitting on the dresser in the room. That convinced me he had something in mind. I finally asked, since I wasn’t feeling anything running down my scrotum. He told me that I would get his cum when the time came. He asked me once more if I was sure I wanted him to ‘pimp’ me out. I responded that I was here, I let him tie me down, that I was as ready as I was going to get. His phone beeped again. “Okay, let’s get ready.” He stepped over to the dresser, reached into his bag and pulled out a sizable penis gag. I opened and accepted the gag plug and almost got hard as I felt him cinch the strap tight. He asked yet again if I was ready for this, all I could do was manage a muffled 'yes'. He then leaned in close and told me the first guy was on his way up. I couldn't believe it. It was finally happening! I was about to get fucked with my B/F watching, and he had set it up! The moment arrived. My B/F and the new guy spoke briefly, and then the new guy climbed onto the bed. He ran his hands over my ass then plunged his cock into me, and pounded my ass, cumming within about ten strokes. I was almost disappointed that he had cum so quickly. I heard him pulling his pants up and then the door close. I was hoping he wasn’t my B/F’s big 'pimp out' hope and frankly I expected my B/F to climb on the bed to fuck me himself, but then I realized suddenly something warm was dripping down my scrotum. I had just been fucked raw. I tensed up. Up till then I had only been fucked bare by my B/F. I started struggling and trying to get his attention. His phone beeped again. “Hmmmm, that’s the fifth response so far,” he commented, adding “Oh, by the way, there are three guys on their way up. I hope you’re ready, and in case you're wondering, I’ve booked this room till Monday.” His phone beeped again. “I didn’t mention,” he added, “The ad I ran said I had a cum dump willing and ready to take any and all loads up his ass.”

After joining the site and reading other posts, I feel this is the perfect place to share my darkside adventures. These will not be in any particular order. Just what ever is on my mind at the moment. For example, I'm sitting here hard remembering one night back when I was in my 20's. Was about midnight and I could not sleep. My hole was hungry and as much as I tried, no one was around to dick me down. Jumped in my car and about 20 minutes later, I'm parking around the corner from an all night bookstore/adult theatre in downtown Philly. Had lube and poppers in my pocket, paid my $7 to get into the basement theatre. For once, it was worth the trip. About 10 or so dudes in there. There were booths to the left and right and a theatre all the way in the back. Walked past the first booth and this dude was just standing there,jerking a fat dick. Older black guy, rock hard. I just walked in and he closed the door behind me. He made it known right away what he wanted when I felt his hand on my ass. Once his finger found my lubed hole, it was only a matter of seconds before my pants were down and I was bent at the waist, face against the wall as he shoved his fat dick in my hole. I had to scream and he loved that. I was lubed, but tight and known to be a runner, but his grip had me going no where. Luckily, my poppers were handy and by his 4th stroke in my hole, I was inhaling sweet relief. I love the feeling I get when poppers take over. He felt my hole loosen and pick up his speed as my head kept hitting the wall.. Don't think he lasted more than 5 minutes before he left everyone listening that he was cumming in my hole... I stayed bent over letting him use my hole to dump all his seed.. In less than 2 minutes, he pulled out, tucked in, was out the booth and the door. I took a minute to gather myself, left the booth to walk around. Went to the theatre area and watched a dude getting a blow job. As I was standing there, I felt a hand just reach down my pants to my wet hole. I turned and this 6'3" middle eastern man was behind me, grinning as he fingered my hole. Behind him stood 3 more men. 2 black, and 1 white, just watching to see what happened.. The Arab man moved me over to a corner, pulled my pants down and fucked me hard and rough while the other three watched. I was in heaven, hit my poppers again and begged him to cum in me... Then, I felt a hand turning my head as a long black dick was shoved down my throat. After I got adjusted, the spit roasting began.. Arab man came first, deep and hard, making my deep throat the dick I was sucking causing him to dump his nutt.. As I'm swallowing his cum, I feel another hard dick snaking it's was up my warm, wet hole.. Actually, never saw who because the dick in my mouth had a grip on my head and stayed hard after cumming.. The 2nd dick lasted about a minute before I felt his dick jumping my hole. Still sucking the same dick, a third dick rams my hole, stops and just cums... At that point, the dick in my mouth dumps another load down my throat.. He pulls out and just walks off.. I hear a moan, like someone cumming. Turned to see a guy dumping his load down another guys throat. By now, my hole is dripping and slimy... I pull my pants up and head to the exit.. Just then, two tipsy black dudes walk in, already hard, takes one look at me and in a booth I am, sandwiched between the two of them. On mentioned how much my hole smelled like pussy, before sticking his dick in.. His friend held me down and encouraged his friend to fuck me hard. I sniffed my poppers and just let it happen. Neither wanted to be sucked, just took turns fucking me hard and fast.. I'm sure the whole place heard when they came... Between their noise and mine as I came with out touching myself just as the second dude added his nutt to the mix... A rare night and all went down in a span of about 2 hours.

One of my favorite tops just raped my hole... Haven't been dicked in over a week and he was working in the area. We have a great set up. He tells me when he is on his way.. I strip, lube my hole and wait for the 2nd text telling me he is here.. Once I receive that text, I unlock my door, start the porn, grab my poppers and wait on my knees for him to come in.. Today, his dick was rock hard as he stuck it in my waiting mouth. I was hungry and I feel his dick get's fatter and fatter with each visit... I could tell, he wanted to fuck.. Less than 3 minutes of sucking, he was telling me to show him my hole. I could not get up fast enough.. I knew it was going to hurt, but didn't care.. Lucky, he was gentle on the initial entry.. By the time I it the poppers, he was in and fucking away like a jack rabbit.. I love poppers when getting fucked. Brings out my slut side. I just gave into his fuck and it felt so good.. He didn't want to come that fast, so he pulled out, drapped be over the sofa arm rest, rammed in and finished off what he started... I felt his first blast of cum shoot deep inside me... He likes to hold still and unload.. Like always, he pulls out, zips up, says "Thanks" and walks out.. Love his fucks...

Agreed, I love the musky taste of a dudes hole. Love walking out after breeding a dude and still being able to taste him on my lips. Nothing gets me hornier than imagining the flavour of a guys butthole.

http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=k65t4-G283-

After everyone left work for the night I snuck a guy I had met on A4A in the back door. I pulled his pants down and felt those huge balls. They need to be released so I didn't hesitate. I put his six inch cock in my mouth and started sucking and licking. His cock had a huge mushroom head and he moaned every time I stuck my tongue down its hole. Mmmmmhmmmmm. I dropped my pants, got into position, and lubed up. He came up behind me and stuck the head of his cock in me. Slowly to make sure I could handle it. I did!!! And then I took the rest of him in. He fucked me good and came all up in my ass. I even had him stay inside me for a minute to make sure I got all of it. I think I will let him tuck me again. For sure!!!

I'll rim a hot ass for hours and not be disappointed at all if there's no fucking. Love the unique taste of each guy with whom I hookup.

If he's a sexual prude, I'm guessing the chances of getting him to do meth are about as likely as to get him to bend over and take 20 poz loads from 20 different strangers.

I have noticed a lot of guys going on PrEP in the last yr. I have chatted with a lot of them about it, then I ask them this one question, "do u like taking poz loads?" 100% have replied "LOVE taking poz". It's quite incredible.

My husband and I were in the Dallas area for Pride and Gay Day at Six Flags this weekend. After a very warm morning at the amusement park, we decided an afternoon of sex would be more fun. Being in the suburbs, it was a little harder to find cock than if we had been in the gayborhood. The first guy we found on Scruff was in a hurry to get over, but when he arrived it was clear his pics were fakes. He was 50 pounds heavier than his photo which doesn't bother either of us, but his cock was nothing like the huge schlong in the pic he sent. I wanted to get fucked, and my guy wanted to watch me take cock and cum. So we just went with it. He turned out to be a terrible top and couldn't cum. Back to the drawing board, we found another guy eager to cum fuck me. He was exactly as his pics promised. He gave me a long, hard fuck, but he also couldn't cum. At this point, my husband was so turned on from watching me take cock that he climbed on and fucked me hard until he unloaded a huge one inside me. So I got three cocks, but only one load.

When finding guys online I'm really picky, but in darkrooms I don't really care at all. I guess that's just how we are.

If I was taking more loads, cumming fast would be perfect. If I had one guy for the whole night, I'd prefer he lasted a little longer, especially if he cannot cum twice.

If it was a friend, I wouldn't. Then you probably can forget the friendship. If it was a stranger, I probably would have gotten him drunk and taken him to a sleazy bar.

I'm also curious what you consider to be ancient? How old are you since it is listed as unknown on your profile. At least you were the top and didn't get tricked into taking his load if he was that much of a troll that to me would have been worse.

Don't do it. Even if the Truvada is going spare, there's more to it than swallowing a pill every day. If you are unlucky enough to get HIV in one of your Truvada-less periods, it is not an adequate treatment for HIV and it possible that resistance could build up. Truvada for HIV treatment requires at least one other drug beside it (preferably these days an integrase inhibitor). That's why guys on PrEP have to have an HIV antibody test every three months. Secondly you need to have your liver and kidneys monitored on a quarterly basis. Embitricitabine (FTC) isn't too bad on the side effect front, but tenofovir (the other ingredient) can be vicious and fast. Two years ago I smashed my bike, moved house to a very ill-advised location for someone with no personal transport, believed a small pot of yogurt and a litre of fruit juice was an adequate diet, lost a lot of bone mass (a one way street), and when I did go into hospital I was within a week or so of dying and the police were there to ensure I did go to hospital. All because tenofovir had damaged my kidneys so much that I was pissing away minerals and vitamins essential for life. Yes you can buy generic truvada online (Tenvir-EM - google it) for about $100 per month, but the important thing is you need a range of blood tests at least quarterly to check that truvada isn't doing internal damage. Don't get me wrong: truvada is the next step on from condoms and I do all I can to promote it within the UK (where also it won't be available till 2017/8). The PROUD study is hoping to recruit another 2,500 gay men to the study early next year - if you can produce a UK address and can afford the travel costs, that may be your best bet...

My Spanish dude is a horny fucker. He won't fuck me but I've sucked him off three times now, swallowed loads of his cum and he's pissed in me twice. I've got three cum ice cubes of his in the freezer ready to use as lube the next time I get fucked. Can't wait to use them.

Got 3 loads from a huge cut black guy I met at a bar last night...huge was in every way..he was 14 in when hard and almost 4 in in width...my spincter is spread wide open today..but it was awesome getting fucked by a huge balck dude..been a fantasy of mine for a long time...and I could feel the cum shoot way up inside me....he is poz ..undetectable and I still have te cum in me....my spincter is streched wide open today....it looks like a whores pussy..lol....walking like gay man who got fucked hard all nigh today...lol

Was in the bookstore yesterday afternoon in the cruising area got tag fucked & pounded hard after they were both done my ass was full of cum & pretty sore too.

I tend to agree. A 15-year-old today is not the same as a 15-year-old back in 1963. They're maturing faster, they're experimenting earlier, and they're getting a lot bolder. I doubt it'll happen in a red state like Texas, but state legislatures really do need to take a look at legal age of consent and see if it's time to adjust to today's reality.

Had a good birthday fuck on Wednesday by my horny neighbor. He pounded my ass for so long and so hard that I was about to ask him to cum and finish when he dumped a big load in me. A shorter repeat about an hour later. Cleaned his cock afterwards and it looked like he was ready for more, but he had to get up early unfortunately. Two nice birthday presents :-)

Last night a friend called me and asked me to come over and fuck him because he was horny. I got there and he dropped to his knees and started sucking my cock. We moved to the bedroom and I laid down and he blew me some more, then slid down my cock bare with only his spit for lube. He rode me for about 5 minutes before I flipped him over and fuck him hard and fast for about 15 minutes before asking where he wanted my load; he told me to leave it deep inside him so I did.

I wish my teacher fucked me;)

I love to eat ass almost as taking a load in my hole. Man ass is what's for breakfast, lunch, dinner and late night snack. I pride myself on my rimming technique. It usually surprises the top, especially married men. I sniff and lick the hole, rub the hole all over my face. Goatee, tongue, nose, eyes and forehead. I then begin my suck . I SUCK man ass. I apply suction and gently suck his asslips out into my mouth. I stick my tongue deep in his hole while sucking the lips. I use my lips to "chew" on his asslips. Suck, suck, love asslips.

It's the hottest feeling to take a load from a man you haven't even seen.

If it's not bareback, it's not fucking......and it's not fucking if cum isn't shot in the bottom's ass!!!!!

So what is your tumblr so we can read some more from you? You've got an intelligent and sexy writing style and I really like your character development. In most cases, it's either one or the other. Knowing the characters makes it even hotter when they start getting verbal while they're fucking. Thanks for the great read!

That is something you would want to post in the appropriate forum about the new site where Rawtop can see it and address that request.

This thread is not imho nearly interesting to me, without the post including writers location.

looking for ass to breed, nsa, 1-1.

Most of the dick i take is through a glory hole, so I rarely know what they look like, all I really care about is getting my hole fucked & bred anyway. Otherwise I rarely pay attention to looks when I'm in the mood to get used & filled with dick, I'll bend over for anyone as long as they do me hard, deep & bare. One of my other favorite ways to take dick is in a sling, just letting a line of random men fuck my cunt & fill me up with cum, I've had all sorts of men fuck me that way, from muscular studs to the types of guys most people probably wouldnt take dick from, of course most guys my age dont do half the stuff & haven't taken half the dick I have... lol

The Next night came and those 2 guys from last night were not there. I was heart broken. So, a friend suggested going to The Phoenix, a leather bat just outside of the French quarter. Its was Friday, the biggest night for leather there. I sad OK. I walked out with people feeling my ass. I was wearing a string tank top, pink in color with gray short Under Armor shorts. I do mean short and flimsy, almost see thru. I shaved my ass that afternoon too. Its was hot so I dressed for it. My friend and I took a cab there. Men with jeans and leather were everywhere. Some hot, some not but most were in leather outside the bar celebrating decadence. We waited in line to up to the attic area, most of the action takes place there. It was a long line. They were saying it was taking 20 to 30 minutes to get in. We waited, in front of us were 2 guys in complete leather attire. Both in chaps, harness and boots. One was in a jock with ass hanging out, while the other was wearing a leather g-string. Both were tall, over 6 feet. I was somewhat turned on. My friend started to talk to them and asked where they were from and introduced ourselves. Both were from Oklahoma City and were a couple. I was fanscinated by their chaps. They told me to touch it. I ran my hand up their chaps over their thighs. Nice, they were not real leather but a more stretchy kind, smooth and soft. Jim was the jock strapped one, gave me a business card, with name, address and their desire for leather. WOW a business card indicated what you sexually prefer was a nice touch. We were about to enter when the door man indicated that one could not open toes shoes. With most wearing heavy boots, they were afraid some might get hurt. My friend was upset, he was wearing sandals and could not go up. I guess someone MUST have gotten hurt the night before, so they were not going to let it happen again. I was left alone, my friend went toward the main door to the main level. He said, Bye and was off looking for dick to suck. I stood there alone with my new found friends. We were to go up and I was stopped. I had to wait for one more to exit before I could enter. The loud big mouth leather guy behind me, started to play with my ass. "Nice shorts" he said. I was getting uncomfortable. He was not friendly and was drunk already. I was let go to go up, so I did. However, so was the jerk. He played with my ass all hte way up the stairs. Normally, I wouldn't mind, but he was not tender but rough. SORRY, but if you play rough when one is not ready it can get annoying. I finally got to top and headed to the bar and pulled away from the jerk. I ordered my drink and headed into the darkness. It was very dark, except over the bar and over the bathroom area. My eyes adjusted to the dark quickly. I noticed guys talking, playing around, oral sex and some jerking too. Some were there just watching to action as well. Finally i notice a man bending over a bench, swing his ass offering it to anyone who wanted it. I stepped closer to watch the action. His ass was wide open, just got fucked I bet. A big black man came up from behind and pushed in with one push. The man yelled for more. The black man started to fuck with all his might. I was hard as rock. These short couldn't hide it neither. I was enjoying it. By doing so I felt a pair of hands playing with my ass. I turned in the hopes it was not the Drunk. It was not it was the couple in leather. I relaxed a bit. They both now were playing with it. I turned to watch the fucking action before us. They started to finger my ass thru the shorts. "MMM.. Shaved" I heard one say. "Nice" said JIm. The g-string was named Rick by the way. Jim pulled his cock out and place over my hole. My shorts were still on. RICK stepped in front of me to kiss me. Deep kissing was applied by both of us. I notice Jim lifting me up a little to slide his cock in me. I was not ready. He stopped. "sorry." "I'll wait." He kissed my neck and ear. I was ready by pushing my ass up towards his cock. He entered gently into me. "Fuck your tight, love your shaved hole." Jim said. Rick distracted me by kissing me. Both were at this point. Jim started moving faster, in and out, in and out. People commenced to watch the action. Even the drunk. The other action did carry on too. People were cheering what ass was better. The black guy was funking the bent guy hard, very hard. "Yeah" and "fuck it" was said a lot at this point. He deposit his load in his ass. He stepped back and hte bottom was still offering his ass to any other takers. The drunk stepped up to take his turn. He barely got it up. I started to sigh and begged for more. Jim delivered. Rick was still tender and loving towards me. People were now watching my action rather than a drunk trying to fuck. Jim pushed me towards the bench. I was bent down and the other bottom was kissing me. I was shaking, short down to my ankles. Me meeting each thrust and in tears with joy. I don't know what and how he was doing it, but Jim was hitting my prostrate. He knew how to fuck. Some other guy pushed the drunk away to fukc the other bottom. Rick was now rubbing my back and cheeks. I kept on kiss the other bottom. I guess after this the drunk was assisted out. He was causing a problem and Rick out of concern for me and the other bottom demanded and assisted his ass out of there. Once he was out, the action carried on. Rick was back encouraging me and rubbing my back. Jim was going at it hard. I was squealing and sighing. The other bottom was too. The guy fucking him was another leather man, a skin head one. I think I really wasn't paying attention. I was in heaven. My ass was loving it. I was loving it. So, was Jim. JIm erupted in me. A big load was in me. He pulled out, I laid there exhausted. I wanted more. Rick took his turn. he entered. He was bigger than Jim. Rick turned me toward Jim and sat me on his huge cock. Rick sat on the bench, Jim started to french kiss me. My shorts were off by this time. Rick ordered me sit on it. I did. The crowd was amazed by the sight. I went up and down, up and down. I was enjoying it. Jim was playing with my cock and holding my hands together in order not to play with my cock. He was strong. I was close. I begged for more. RIck came and so did I. Jim licked my up. Ricks was dripping out of me. The other bottom was again left alone for another cock. I asked how many did he have. He said 8, but the 2 I received were probally better than his 8. I agree. Jim handed me my shorts I bent down to pull them up. "Look at that hole, someone said. It look well used. It was and I loved it. I kissed them both and they left. I went to the bar to order some water. The bartender handed me the bottle and said it was on the house. I said, Thanks. I went down the stairs and out into the night's humid air. I was in love with the smell of leather ever since.

I have a friend who hosts a lights out party every other month. He held one last night. There are four big rooms that are completely dark. He does ask for a 20$ donation and BYOB. Not bad for a night of fun. i have to ad that he invites couples too if they want. Usually maybe 15 or show up. All understand that all fucking is bareback. Bottoms are asked to insure they are cleaned out. Women are told to expect guys to cum inside them so be on birth control. i got there about 9 pm. Stripped and went into one of the rooms. It is great because it is so dark you cannot see anyone. When I went in I could hear people both male and female. i laid on my stomach and waited. In a few minutes I could feel someone playing with my ass. Then a felt a dick going in. While he was fucking me a woman slipped next to me. She whispered that it was her husband who was fucking me. His breathing become louder and I could tell he was close. She told him to cum and he did. A huge big load after I rolled on my back and she started to play with my dick. She climbed on top and slipped it in her pussy. She rocked on my bare dick. I could feel that she already had cum in there. She whispered that she was trying to tuck everyone there I would be no five. I blew my load in het and she left. All in all I got four more loads and gave my load to another young girl. Look forward to April

I hang out at the tubs often and I would say I on average take 500 bareback loads in my hole a year. The barebacking in the saunas is a high and never ask and I am sure a % are poz but not sure on the exact number.I have had days were I have had 75 cocks and 25 barebacks in a few hours and been doin this for years my worke ovr hole is glistening with possibly poz cum.

If you don't have the common courtesy to wash your genitals prior to requesting me to have it in my mouth then keep moving.Not only do I not enjoy the odor of an unwashed cock it's likely to make me throw up. I'm a very talented cocksucker but I also bathe regulalrly and expect my sex partners to do so as well.

Part 2 "You are gonna take all of our poz loads this weekend, slut. And you are going to beg us for each one. We saw how you came when Javi bred you full of his poz load. Now you will be getting ours. Probably a lot of piss too. And maybe a fist or two. More than that if I have my way though." More to come I hope. Also, if there is anyone who is a native speaker of spanish and wishes to help me make the spanish in this story more real, please message me. I'm pretty sure that most of it is formal spanish, which isn't what a hot papi like Javier would be using. I am so high that I can barely parse what it is he is saying, all that I can tell is that this sexy man with his hot as hell deep voice is telling me what I want to hear - that these men are going to use me as they want to, and fill me with cum. I can feel the air on my hole before he touches me with his cock, his thick head fitting snug into a hole that won't close all the way. His dick head is gritty, and even that sensation is driving my cunt wild. "That's my good lil puta. So hot watching that culo wink and beg for more dick. Tell papi and all of his buddies what that hole needs, hijo." His words barely register, up until he repeats himself with a growl and a slap across my face. "Tell papi what that hole needs, puta!" "My hole needs more cock and cum papi! It needs it bad!" I reply, a waver in my voice, a waver of excitement, of need. A slap to my chest and a hard pull on my pierced nipple, followed by "What kind of cock and cum, puto?" "Poz cock papi, this cunt needs poz cock and cum!" His buddies all laugh again, and a couple spit on me. The man between my legs, whose name I never caught finally pushes his meth covered cock into my hole, stretching it open a little more, and filling me up a little deeper. My eyes roll back, and I bliss out for a second, savoring the feeling of his big black dick stretching my hole out, helping to turn it from a tight negative hole into a gaping poz cunt. It isn't long before the motion of his dick and the cum already lubing me up melt the meth in me, and make my ass start to smolder. The burn feels so fucking good as I get higher. I feel a cock slapping my face, and I can smell the sweat of this hot male flesh, the pheromones making me want it all the more. "Open your mouth slut, and stick out your tongue." I comply, drooling at the prospect of having another cock in my mouth, while there is one slamming my hole hard. I can taste the sweat, and the beginning of cock cheese on this cock, and feel the foreskin with my tongue, all of this making me moan like the cock loving puto that I am. Then I feel the piss start flowing, and hear the command to swallow most, but to let some of it cover my face. At the same time I feel other streams of piss hitting my body, soaking into my fur, running down into the bed of the sling. I hear more voices, most telling me variations of "Fuck yea, drink that piss!" or "That's it pig!" Another cock moves to my mouth opposite the first, and starts pissing into my mouth as well, and this one 's piss is very bitter. If I weren't high as a kite, I wouldn't even want this piss on me, let alone in my mouth and stomach, but I am so high that it seems so much hotter to be drinking this nastier piss. "That's it puto," my papi's voice comes to me, "Drink more of my chemmed piss. So much stronger since I slammed." "I'm gonna breed this hole full of my charged load. Here comes load number number 2!" My attention immediately goes to my ass, and I can feel the muscles contracting and milking the cock that is giving my hole exactly what it want, almost completely outside of my control. "Fuck yea, this bitch is milking my toxic jizz out, he wants it bad!" My papi tells me that I am making him so proud, and he bends down to suck up some of the run off piss and spit it in my mouth before kissing me hard, and motioning for the next man to take his place between my legs, and open my hole even more. And so it goes for I don't even know how long, until I hear a man say that he is pumping load number 8 into me, and commenting as he pulls out that my hole is gaped and refusing to close all the way. At this point, Javier moves in between my legs, while his buddies move to the mattress or chairs around the room, and starts putting his fingers into my hole again. "Well, looks like this hole has gone from a tight little boy hole to an open slut pussy, hijo. Now are you willing to let papi make it into a gaping poz coño? A cumdump hole that papi will be proud to give to anyone who wants to slide in? A loose glove for papi's fist? A bitch hole for papi's dogs?" With each question he jabs his fingers into my button, making me moan, until I finally scream "FUCK YES PAPI! MAKE ME THE POZ PIG CUNT THAT YOU ARE PROUD TO OWN!" He leans down and kisses my balls then looks me in the eyes and says "Good puto. You are mine. I am going to make this a coño I am proud to give out for free to my buddies, and sell to dirty men who want in." He looks at one of his buddies and tells him "Go and get the puto a big bottle of water, he needs it." Javier's attention goes back to my hole, rubbing my ring, murmuring to himself in spanish, pulling on my hole, opening it up more, sliding in four fingers, then adding his thumb, and finally meeting resistance. The water comes, and I am told to drink it all, but slowly, while Javier rubs more chems on my hole, and pushes a couple of shards into me, then gets up and grabs a can of crisco. "This is special lube my puto-hijo's hole. It is going to help papi get his fist, then his fist and his pinga into your culo. Do yo like that sound of that hijo?" I frantically nod my head yes, as there doesn't seem to be anything that sounds better at that moment. "Yes papi, please papi, make my coño yours, and as loose as you can!" He grins that evil sexy grin at me, then looks to one of his buddies, a hot Dominican stud with another big cock and a hot biohazard tattoo, and starts to give him instructions in spanish that I don't understand. "Vaya y gato asesino, y llevarme de su leche. Quiero saber si este puede tomar su coño empapado." Go and jack off Killer, and bring me some of his milk. I want to know if this cunt can take it. His buddy grins huge and walks out of the room, but my attention is brought back to Javier playing with my hole. "I think it's time to give you another slam, puto. A nice big one. You want a slam from your tóxicos papi?" He says to me as his fingers manipulate my tingling cunt lips. "Fuck yes papi, anything that you want, I want." He grins even bigger as he pulls his fingers out of me, and wipes his hands as he prepares another slam for me. He crushes up the shards after weighing it out on a small scale, and puts the powder in the barrel of the syringe. "I think we are going to give you a real good dose of pig feed this time, coño. This one is .6 grams of meth. Just exactly what my hijo-puto needs." He puts the needle into his vein, and draws out enough of his blood to mix the meth. I watch, totally mesmerized as the meth is dissolved into his blood. The sight is making me hornier. I can't explain it, but I want this so badly. "My blood, hijo. My blood is going to carry this into your body, mixing me with you even more, making you my blood son. This is right, puto, this is what you want, no?" I frantically nod my head, stuttering out "Yes papi, I want your toxic blood carrying the meth through my veins. I need to be your blood son." He walks over to my still restrained arms, and eyes the piss that has been drying on me with approval, wipes a finger in it, and rubs it around on my body. "Maldita sea me encanta este cuerpo todo cubierto de mear y sudor. Mi gran cerdo hijo, la mendicidad para mi tóxicos la sangre y la leche. Tan caliente." Damn I love this body all covered in piss and sweat. My big pig son, begging for my toxic blood and milk. So hot. I am trembling in excitement as that needle gets closer to my arm. My papi lays his arm in my mouth and tells me to clean up his blood as he ties off my arm and slide the syringe in. It feels almost he same as his cock sliding into my cunt. I watch around his arm as the red mix disappears into my vein, and I can feel my cunt tingle with the pleasure of it. I watch papi's face as he is watching mine, and he leans down and kisses me after letting a huge wad of his spit fall into my mouth, and pulls the rubber band off. The heat travels up my arm, more intense than the first time, and I can feel the cough coming on, and I let it come. Javier steps between my legs, and slams his cock into my hole, making me scream in pleasure. Surely my screams are loud enough to be heard on the street, but papi just laughs and tells me he knows how much I love his pinga. He fucks me wildly for several minutes, as far as I can tell, and one of his buddies comes back, the Dominican he sent out earlier. He hands me a cup of watery white liquid, which my papi tells me to drink slowly. In between tastes of the Dominico's cock, I get sips of this bitter fluid, which oddly turns me on, and makes my papi smile even bigger and more evilly. He pulls his cock out of my hole, and says "It's time to learn to be a glove, puto. You are gonna love this shit!" With that he sits on a chair between my legs while Marco, the Dominican, keeps fucking my face, letting me drink his piss, and finish the cup of liquid. I am loving every second of it. I feel papi rubbing something onto the dangling lips of my hole, and feel his fingers going in. Four to start with, then adding more from his other hand, pulling my hole open, making me moan around Marco's cock. I have no idea how long this is going on, but it feels like five minutes later, I am hearing papi telling me to hit the poppers, 5 deep breaths and hold them for 5 seconds. Marco helps me, and Javier just tells me what a good coño I am, and then I feel him push against some pressure, all four fingers and his thumb, his whole big hand pushing into me. I bear down with him, trying to help him get his fist into my cunt, when it just pops in. The cheers from all the men around me are nearly deafening, and I am flushed with pleasure and exertion. My cunt has never felt so full and so right as this moment. "Fuck yes puto, you have my whole hand in your coño, how does that make you feel, to be papi's glove?" I pant out my answer as precum leaks from my still soft cock like a seive. "Oh my fucking God papi, you are my papi, and my God, your fist feels so right inside me!" His buddies laugh, and another starts slapping my face with his cock while I go back to sucking Marco. It isn't long before Marco tells me he is going to cum, and not to swallow it yet. "Shit, drink my leche, bitch! Hold my AIDS cum in your slut mouth!" I feel him squirt stream after stream of hot cum into my mouth, filling my mouth up completely, it is such a huge load. "Open up and let me see my swimmers in your mouth, puto." I open my mouth and he reaches a finger in and starts to dig his nails into my gums, after a little while he seems satisfied and tells me to swish for 30 seconds, then swallow his delicious leche. This entire time, Javier is twisting his fist in my cunt, digging it deeper into me, and my body just seems to be sucking it in, needing more and more of him in me. After I swallow Marco's load, Javier starts to withdraw his hand from my coño, making pleasure rush up and down my body in waves, and cum leak out of my dick as he gives me an anal orgasm. I black out for a moment, and when I come to, it is to see Javier grinning at me proudly and sexily, and he shows me the powdered meth and shards in his hand. "You are going to suck my pinga clean first though, and love the taste of your cunt juice in my hood." He slides his dick in, and I swear it is the best tasting cock I have ever had, my tweeked out mind making me greedily suck his cock into the back of my throat. Papi moans, and holds my head with the hand that has no meth in it but is still covered in crisco and my cunt juices, and lets go another stream of piss. He tells me to piss, as I feel something clamp over my boy cock, and I realize I have had to piss badly for a while. The stream I let go is very strong, and ends up filling a good portion of a 2 liter bottle. And still I drink my sexy poz papi's piss, until every drop is drained, and every last molecule of my cunt juices are cleaned off his cock. Javier moves to my hole again, looks down and whistles. "It's definitely hanging open now, hijo. You definitely have a poz coño now, no more tight hole. A gaping coño that your papi is VERY proud of!" With that, he covers his cock in more meth, and slides it into my cummy cunt, the cum and crisco and previous fisting allowing him in with no resistance. Then he takes the hand that has the chems in it, and replaces his cock with that, again, with no problems. Then comes the slight stretch, and the feeling I relish as the burn of the meth starts to kick in. He pushes his cock into his hand while it is in my cunt. I gasp, and writhe, being taken to a new level of pleasure, and my cock explodes, soft as ever, but dribbling out cum at the idea of my papi jacking his cock off in my cunt. "Fuck yea, puto. I knew you were a fucking great choice to be my hijo. You turned out to be a nasty chem-whore for me. And we aren't even close to being done yet. Killer and my other boys, human and canine, need to have a go at this cunt. You are mine forever. And I don't think you mind one bit that I am claiming you, do you?" I grin at him, tweeked out and barely coherent "Fuck no papi, thank you for taking me and making me your hijo, making me your cunt. I want to be yours forever. I want to make you proud of me and my cunt! I will do whatever you want me to papi!" "I know you will boy. As soon as I shoot this charged load in your gaped out cunt and plug you up, my buddy who does tattoos is going to give you some ink while that cunt rests for a couple of hours. When I come back, the dogs are going to breed you, and then even more poz men are going to have a go at that coño muy caliente!" I can feel him picking up the speed of his strokes on his big dick inside me as he says this, and I know he is going to blow a big wad of poison cum in me. And there is nothing in the world that I want more in that moment than to feel his big, hairy, uncut, toxic cock explode inside my cunt. "Here it comes, hijo-puto! You ready for another toxic load from papi? Here it is, just what you have needed all your life!" He pants loudly, then pulls his hand out and moans and growls and grunts as he slams his dick in me. Harder and faster he slams his giant cock in me, my cunt struggling to milk his load out of him when he slams in balls deep, as deep as he can get his cock to go, and I swear I can feel it pulsing as he kisses me hard enough to crush my lips, sucking on my tongue, my hands struggling against their bindings, wanting to pull on his ass to get him in deeper. Panting, he pulls his face away and grins again. "There you go hijo, another load of toxic papi leche for your coño muy caliente." Reaching over, he grabs a plug of a size I never would have considered taking before tonight, places the fat tip against my gaping hole, and pops it in with the heel of his hand. "There you go, hold that charged seed up there while you get inked. You will do whatever Marco tells you to while he is inking you, won't you puto?"

Men that are Negative are always welcomed at the baths. However, once you enter those doors and pay your fee, YOU assume the risks of what comes with going to a bathhouse; whether it be catching an STD or even athlete's foot! It's all about accountability & responsibility. At one point or another, we all entered our neighborhood bathhouse as HIV- men. While these days, most men are fucking raw once there (I know I am), you still can ask the men that you play with to wear a rubber. If they opt not to, then move on to someone else.

I go to the bath houses (or sauna) to get bred...I went when I was neg and go now that I am poz...the feel of a raw cock possessing me and filling me with it's gift of cum is what I need and want...

Swallow, swallow, swallow! Why waste a gift. Damn I love to be pissed on/in. Also like a guy to spit in my mouth...yum!