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Last summer I had been through a stressful few weeks at work and I really needed a break. I took a couple of days annual leave and booked myself a long weekend in my favourite place in the world - Hamburg. I have quite a few friends there but this time I didn't tell anyone I was going to be there - I just wanted to spend some time on my own relaxing. I also had not had much sex for a while and fully intended taking advantage of all that Hamburg has to offer in terms of clubs and cruising grounds. I flew in to Hamburg on the Friday morning, checked in to my hotel, had a freshen up and went in to town. I wandered around the shops for while and about four o'clock I went in to a Starbucks in the centre of town. The lad who served me was a fit young blond lad with floppy hair. He smiled engagingly as he served me and I took my drink upstairs and settled in a comfortable chair. I was beginning to unwind now and I was in no hurry to move as I listened to the chilled out music they were playing and enjoyed my drink. It wasn't particularly busy in there and after a while the lad who served me came upstairs and began to clear tables and tidy up. He was a fit lad and as I watched him bend over tables to clear them I got a good look at his arse and as he bent over further, his shirt rode up and I could see the top of his pants and his arse crack. My mind began to wander and I began to imagine pulling his pants down and bending him over the table. I had just got to the point in my fantasy where I had finished rimming him and was just pushing my cock up his tight arse when I suddenly felt someone was watching me. I looked across and met the eyes of a smartly dressed dark haired guy who was sitting on his own with a laptop and a coffee. . He looked to be in his early thirties, dressed in a smart shirt and tie, dark trousers and smart shoes. He was looking straight at me, a knowing look in his eyes and as I looked back at him, he looked at the lad's arse and grinned at me. I had been well and truly busted, but I didn't really care. The lad finished clearing the tables and went back downstairs. By now the place had thinned out and there was no one else near us. I looked over to the dark haired guy again and he smiled. He leaned back a little and spread his legs, giving me a good view of the outline of what looked like a fairly big cock through his dark trousers. No one else could see him and he took hold of the bulge in his trousers and began to run his hand over it. I looked at him and ran my tongue over my lips. He grinned again. I didn't really think it was going to go any further but then he closed his lap top and put it in his bag. He got up and as he walked towards me he looked right at me. He then indicated behind me and I realised he was heading for the toilets. He looked at me again just before he entered the toilet and the look was unmistakeable. I waited a minute or two and then I made my way in to the toilet. There was no one at the urinals and I could see the first cubicle was empty. The door to the second was open and I pushed it. He was in there, standing as if he was pissing - but I knew he wasn't. Within seconds I was sitting on the toilet and he was standing in front of me. He unzipped his trousers and pulled them down along with his smart designer pants. I had guessed his cock was pretty big when I saw the outline through his trousers but it wasn't just big - it was fucking huge! I leaned forward and took it into my mouth and he sighed as I began to suck him. I sucked him for a while and he was really getting into it. I could tell he was fairly close to coming and, although I knew we had to be quick, I didn't want it to be over too quickly. I pulled off his cock and motioned him to turn round. He turned round and tried to bend over but it was too cramped to get my tongue up him so he bent over the toilet and I pushed his shirt up over his back, pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue up him. His arse was hairy, but his shit hole was even hairier and I enjoyed every minute of licking his hole out, moving down every now and the to lick his big hairy balls. After a while he stood up and reached into his bag. I thought he was going to produce a condom but it was a small sachet of lube. He looked at me questioningly and indicated that he wanted me to bend over the toilet. I nodded. I am mostly a top and to be honest I had hoped I might get to fuck him but I was so horny now I really wanted that big hairy cock right up me. Soon I was lubed up and bent over the toilet and he was pushing his bare cock against my hole. I hadn't been fucked in a while and I won't pretend it didn't hurt as he pushed slowly but surely right up my arse. He began to fuck me and soon I was enjoying every minute of it. The fact that we were fucking in the toilet of a coffee house in the centre of a busy city made it even more of a turn on. He was thrusting his cock up me hard and fast now and I knew he wasn't going to last much longer. Just when I thought it couldn't get any hornier, he pushed me forward and I bent right over the toilet as he banged me even harder and groaned and I knew he was shooting his load right up me. He kept thrusting and I knew I was taking a big load up my unprotected arse. We were both out of breath as I stood up. He kissed me and then pushed my head down towards his cock. It was clear what he wanted me to do and I bent forward and took the cock that had just been up my arse into my mouth and licked it clean. There was no one about when we left the toilet and he winked at me as he went downstairs and out in to the street. I went downstairs and ordered another drink and as I sat upstairs sipping my drink they were playing "Waterloo Sunset" by the Kinks. I could feel the stress of the last few weeks melting away. I could also feel the nice warm sensation of a big load of spunk up my arse.

My Dad and I used to fuck around. Yeah, my real Dad. But I thought we had moved past it, until he fucked me again over Christmas this year. It all started when I was younger and Mom went back to work full time In the evenings. Evidently this put a real crimp in my father's sex life, and so I ended up filling in. I mean, I had heard my parents having sex. A lot. My room was right next to theirs and sometimes they weren't quiet. You see, when I was growing-up, my family was very hippie liberal. Lots of nudity. Sex was discussed from an early age. I took occasional baths with my father, or sat and kept him company while he bathed. I also knew about his porn collection and would often sneak viewings of it after school. There were a lot of Playboy magazines, but also some real hard core stuff. Anyway, when Mom went back to work, Dad started masturbating in the evenings. I know as much because I could hear the porn videos and the faint squeaking of his bed. He also almost never closed his door all the way. Being curious, and a bit twisted I guess, I started sneaking out into the hallway and watching him. It was strangely erotic watching my own father masturbate and shoot his load. Erotic, but also shameful. I knew it was wrong, but I still got hard. Eventually he caught me spying. I figured he was going to go apeshit, but all he did was call me into his bedroom. "You might as well get comfortable and have a wank too," he told me. That's how it started. Every night we would watch porn and jack off together. But then one night he put his hands behind his head and told me he was tired and I should jack him off. And I did. His cock was heavy and thick in my hand. He came quickly and it ran down my hand. I was excited by and ashamed of what I had just done. But I didn't stop. Soon after it was "You know, I could sure go for a blowjob like in the videos." And again, I gave him what he wanted. I had already experimented by having given blowjobs to my cousin and my best friend and a couple of other guys, so I was good at it. Apparently my Dad noticed my skill and appreciated the fact. I still remember the first time I blew him and being rewarded with a mouthful of his saltiness, and the compliment "Damn, you're good at that!" After that I was his cock sucker. We rarely talked-- just got naked, watched the porn, and I would blow him. The whole time I was fairly conflicted about the arrangement. Here I was, horny, getting sex almost every night (when I didn't have late school functions or excessive homework). But the sex was with my Dad. Within a year or two, we transitioned to fucking. I don't really remember what prompted the change, but one night just as I was getting into sucking him he pulled me off saying "I wanna try something different tonight." With the porn playing, Dad had me get on all fours. He got out a tube of KY, smeared some on my hole, some more on his cock, and then started to push his dick into me. It hurt. A lot. It took a few tries and a lot more KY, but he managed to get all the way inside me. "Damn you are TIGHT!" I remember him saying. And then he started humping me. For me, this was a lot different than the blowjobs. Sucking Dad's dick was much less of a transgression in my eyes. I was just helping him masturbate with my mouth or something. But now I was being fucked, and that just seemed wrong. It was uncomfortable. It was degrading. It was something that a wife (my Mom) should be for-- not me. I was suddenly ashamed and embarassed that I was in my parents' bed, letting my Dad have his way with my ass. I zoned out watching the big-titted woman on the video getting butt fucked as well. I remember wondering of she actually enjoyed it or not. Then Dad tensed up, an I knew he was cumming inside my ass. I also noticed that the fucking left me rock hard. While my father cleaned up, I jacked off, full of hot shame. We fucked a lot after that, not a lot of talking. And always from behind. Eventually I moved out of my parents' house. After that, divorces, jobs, his new girlfriends and marriages kept me safe from any repeat sessions. Until this past Christmas. He came to visit me for a couple days, alone. His newest girlfriend had to work so she couldn't make the trip. To be honest, the thought of us having sex again hadn't really even crossed my mind. I had come to terms with what we had done, and realized that he was probably responsible for my fetish for older 'daddies', but that was it. Besides, my Dad was around 60 by this time. Well, evidently the men in my family are always horny bastards. We had been drinking and watching football games when it was time for bed. I got him set up in his room and retired to mine. It felt like I had just fallen asleep when suddenly I felt him. It really startled me! "Dad, what the fuck are you doing?" I exclaimed. "I think you know" he said. And I did. I could already feel his erection pressing against my ass. Dad wanted sex, and as much as my adult self was repulsed by the idea (and truth be told, with him, at least at that moment), I knew I would relent. I would again give up my ass to Dad, even after all this time. I pulled off my boxers and started digging in my night stand for the necessary stuff. I lubed up my ass, then reached back and lubed up my father's cock. It was thick and heavy in my hand. And familiar. So much like my own cock now. I assumed the position, and took a hit of poppers. "Son, are those drugs?" he asked. "No, Dad, they're just poppers. They help me relax." Hrmph was all he said as he thrust into me. So many thoughts and feelings swirled in my mind while Dad used my ass for his pleasure. I was ashamed for what I was doing, of what I was allowing him to do, and also ashamed that my cock was hard and that the sensation of Dad's cock sliding in and out of me was such a turn on. It didn't take him long before he was wheezing and squirting his load into me, donating his sperm and his DNA as he had done decades earlier in creating me. When he was done, he pulled out and slunk back to his room for the night. And I was left to jack off in hot shame, turned on like the bottom cum whore that I am. The bottom cum whore that Dad had made.

Just took a load from a hot older latino. He ate out my ass while I sucked his cock. Once we were both lubed up with spit, he pulled me to the side of the bed and then slid his 8.5 dick in my hole. Fucked me hard, teasing my hole and slaming deep. After 20 mins or so I felt his breathing change and he asked me if I wanted his poz cum. I begged him for it and his pace increased. He growled as he unloadrd in me, cum running down his balls. I came so hard, without even touching myself, streaks of cum staining the sheets.

I've been getting myself on a habit of working out four days a week, trying to maintain my pleasantly cub-esque form, and have been fairly happy with the results thus far. The gym is in San Francisco, and while it's not a 'gay gym' officially, about 90% of its members are the same guys you'll see at the Eagle Tavern donning their leather and smoking their cigars later on. As a result, I've always found this gym to be a fucking turn-on with the ripe mansmells, the beards and chain collars, and the almost mandatory eye-fucking of one another. The place is sexually charged. I normally work out Monday-Thursday after my office closes. I've tried going to the gym with my coworkers who basically do all cardio, no lifting, and the place is filled with early 20's girls in their yoga pants and the gym "bro" type grunting to show off to the aforementioned girls. That place wasn't for me. This week I found myself too busy with work on Thursday so that I wasn't able to make it to the gym before it closed. Friday and Saturday are usually a night of drinking with a few friends, or slutting around by some means (which I did end up doing, by getting my hole bred by a hot Latino bear both nights into the wee hours). Therefore, I found myself waking up early to get there on Sunday before it got busy. I was still pretty tired from the long nights before, but could either sleep for the rest of the day or go find something (someone?) else to do. As I had anticipated, the gym was fairly empty when I got there. A few older men on the cardio machines, not even watching each other but rather watching the news. I figured I'd be in and out within an hour. Getting changed in the locker room, tumbleweeds could've rolled by, it was empty! I stripped down to change and enjoyed a free moment to just let everything hang out. The smell of this locker room always made my dick chub up a bit, and my hole pucker. I stuck one leg up on the bench so that I could reach back and finger my hole a bit. Still wet with cum from the night before, still loose. I started with two fingers, then worked up to three fingers; This was heaven. I started to hear footsteps on the tiled floor so quickly quit my shenanigans and started getting into my gym garb. The footsteps approached me and I looked to my left to see a beautiful, mid-40s man opening his locker. He sported a full, dark beard, huge biceps and a baseball cap that basically said "I don't give a shit". I tried to be subtle while I glanced down to what he was sporting below the waist. Some mighty toned calves (friends don't let friends skip leg day!) and a sizeable package pushing the front of his shorts forward. I stood up, locked my locker and caught his eye, at which point he gave me a smirk. My hole puckered again. The gym floor was still empty and I had access to all of the weights I wanted. I decided it should be chest day and made my way to the rarely-empty press bench. Racked em up, got down and started to pump. After my third set I saw the same daddy from the locker room approaching, and dead stopped in front of me. I unplugged my earbuds and looked up at him stuttering something like "uh, s-sorry, 2 more sets, I promise". His voice was just as sexy as he was, deep and confident when he responded "No, it wasn't that. I used to be a trainer and I think you could be benching more...." I thought about what he said and he was right. I had planned on taking it easy today since my coffee hadn't even kicked in, but I should've been taking it seriously. "You're right. I can handle more" I responded. He grabbed two nearby 35 pound weights and slid them onto the bars, adding about 15 more pounds than my last record. "Think you can handle that?" he inquired, looking me dead in the eyes. While nervous, I wanted to impress this guy. "Sure, no problem" I said, trying to hide the trepidation in my voice. This would be a challenge, I knew. I think he saw right through me and added "I'll spot you, just in case." He positioned himself above my head and I caught a smell of his ripe balls, which made my cock jump. I had hoped he hadn't noticed. FOCUS, I told myself, but it was hard. Halfway through the first set I started struggling, but Daddy was right there to cheer me on. "You got this, keep breathing. Three more, almost done. Two more. One aaand done. Nice job kid." I was sweating already, probably half from the workout and half from this quintessential man hovering over me. "Take a few minutes and then we can finish your last set". I didn't know if I had another one in me but I wasn't about to say no. When I got back down under him I could see his shorts slightly tenting... and then I caught it. He had positioned himself just right so that I could somewhat see up the leg of his shorts and what a sight it was. A veiny, uncut cock, semi-hard that looked wide enough to tear me open. My heart was racing, but I took a deep breath and tried to get back to the task at hand. I made it through five of my eight reps and that was all I could do. I was a bit embarrassed failing in front of him but he just gave me this picture-perfect smile and said "Good job!", which made my heart flutter again. We introduced ourselves, me and Chris and him as Tom, I said thanks, and we parted to finish our workouts. Through the rest of my workout, he was always somewhat nearby on another machine or bench, working those massive biceps. I couldn't help but continue to steal glances, and caught the fact that I wasn't exactly being subtle about it. I was redeemed by the fact that I caught him doing the same thing a few times. After a pretty hefty session, I called it quits since I could barely lift my arms at that point. Daddy was nowhere to be found so I couldn't say goodbye, and I headed for the showers. I crammed my sweat-drenched jock and clothes into the locker, grabbed my favorite soap (gym-provided soaps always suck) and made my way, towel wrapped around my waist, to the showers). Two of the six shower stalls were occupied when I arrived so I took my favorite one at the end. They had plastic walls and doors so there was, unfortunately, no peeking. A few minutes into my shower I found my dick would just not go down, and my hole needed some fingers crammed up there to play with that load of cum from the night before. I started to furiously jack my own cock, while ramming three fingers in and out of my battered cunt. This wouldn't take long, especially after Tom's obvious teasing. I was lost in the moment on the verge of orgasm when I heard my door open and shut, and tried to cover myself to turn around when I saw Tom in his naked glory coming in behind me. My heart was nearly beating out of my chest but he wasn't about to play the hey, will you wash my back for me? game. Instead, he grabbed my by the back of my head and forcefully kissed me. Wow this man could kiss, and his beard brushing my face felt so good. When we broke off the kiss, I just looked at him unsure of what to say. "C'mon boy, I saw your mouth watering when you looked up my shorts. I knew exactly what you wanted. I saw you fingering your hole in the locker room before getting dressed." Shit, he saw that? Well, no harm I guess if this was the result. I looked down at his cock, and damn! At full mast it was even more impressive: veiny, thick, uncut and about nine inches long. I definitely hadn't seen one like that in a long time. When he noticed me looking down, he chuckled. "Yeah, I knew you wanted it," and with that he pulled me in for another deep, wet kiss. I felt his hand creeping down my back to my furry ass, and then felt one of his fingers prod at my hole. "Well, looks like someone beat me to the punch. How fresh is that load, boy?" I could feel myself blushing. "Last night..." "Hmmmm, so it's not from this morning? Well, we'll just have to fix that. Push some out for me." Flushed, I pushed out as much cum as I could into his waiting hand. He brought it up to his face and took a quick lick at it. I saw his dick throb harder when he did that, and he brought his still-cummy hand down to his cock, smearing that slime all over it. WIthout another word, he pushed my hands up against the wall and lined up his cock with my hole. I was glad, at that moment, that I had been fingering my hole all morning because a cock like his was meant for destruction. "You want this, boy?" "Mmmmmm" was all I could mutter out, getting the feeling he was going to give it to me whether I liked it or not. Hi lined up that foreskin-lined-head of his cock right up against my hole, and I pushed my hole out to try to ease the entry. As he pushed forward a bit, I felt the head pop in and I shuddered. It hurt a bit, but nothing unbearable. Then he shoved in a few more inches, brushing hard against my prostate, at which point a giant gob of precum decided to puddle around and drip off of my own rod. "Ready for the rest?" he asked. "Yes, please give it to me" I whimpered, lost in the ecstasy and taboo of getting fucked in the shower. And he did, he gave it to me, all of it. In one long stroke, he bottomed out in my hole, making me gasp loudly into steamy air. Quickly, he used his right hand to cover my mouth, quite tightly, and stayed perfectly still. "Shhhh boy, we don't want to attract any uninvited attention. I don't want to lose my membership here, I just started!" With that, he began thrusting in and out, slowly. My ass felt so full, so perfect at that time. The way my ass should always feel. This is what I needed, something more intense and primal than just pump 'n' dump from the bar. He started picking up pace and really battering my swollen hole. Every time his head brushed my prostate I shuddered, and more precum leaked out of my cock. This was bliss. He began long-dicking me, all the way out, then all the way in. Every time he pulled out my hole was left gaping, which just made him getting back in that much easier. "God boy, that load in your hole feels so good oozing around my cock. I'm gonna blow soon. You want that?" "Yes!" "Yes what?" "Yes SIR" I whispered, ready to do what EVER this man wanted. "You like servicing men?" "Yes!" "I'm not going to say this again. Yes what?" "Yes SIR, I live to service men!" "Good fucker. Your hole is meant for it." He started to furiously thrust his cock all the way into my guts, causing a pleasure/pain that was indescribable. I couldn't stand it anymore and reached down to stroke my own cock. Suddenly, his hand flew down to my wrist and snatched it away from my poor neglected dick. "If you like servicing men, you need to learn that that's your job. Your dick doesn't have anything to do with that!" Like a dejected puppy, I just whimpered "Yes, SIR." My cock was so hard that it hurt, but he was right. He grabbed my other wrist and crossed my arms behind my back with a deadly grip. "Just be quiet boy, I'm almost there." Using my restrained arms for leverage, he pummeled my hole until I felt his cock growing even fatter. My hole was making sloppy sounds around it and then his arm flew around my neck and held me there while he emptied his balls into my guts, as deep as his cock could go. He held me there, my slightly choking around his massive bicep while he shot volley after volley of seed into my swollen hole. After several minutes of sitting just like that, my own cock still straining for attention, he slowly slid out. His load went so deep in me, nothing could possibly fall out at this point. Tom turned me around and looked me in the eye before pulling me in for a no less passionate kiss than before. "I want more of that hole." I nearly jumped with excitement at the prospect of getting another intense session like that. "Yeah? When?" "Later today." Well there we go, I had plans for the afternoon. We wandered out of the shower, drying off, and heading back to our neighboring lockers. While getting dressed, I had to ask. "So when?" "Give me your phone." "Okay" I said, handing it to him. "You're a slow learner, aren't you?" It took me a minute, before realizing the error I had made. "Yes SIR," I responded, taking pride in the fact that I had figured out what he meant. "Better. We'll work on that. Here," he said, handing my phone back to me. He had entered his contact information and an address, not far from the gym, and a time. "You come take care of this cock again, and then you can come to my Superbowl party." "Yes SIR, sounds like fun." I figured a few beers and hotwings after a wild day would be a good way to relax. "You mind helping out at the party, boy?" "No, not at all SIR." "Good, I can always use a bit of help at these things." "Yes SIR, I can do that." "Good. It was nice to... um... meet you, Chris" he said with a wink. All dressed, he grabbed his duffel bag and headed toward the exit. He stopped in his tracks and turned around: "I don't want you touching that cock, or emptying out my load. Got it?" "Yes SIR, got it. I'll just go find some clean clothes and get something to eat, and then I'll head over." "Just wear what you've got on, it's nothing fancy" he responded, with a little evil in his eyes. "But my jock is pretty much soaked fr-" he cut me off at that. "I know, boy. Do as I say, and you'll be rewarded." "Yes SIR, understood." "I'll see you then." He grabbed a muscle milk from the cashier and headed out the door. I was close to follow and I caught a glimpse of him getting into the passenger side of another man's truck, who must have been waiting for him. From inside the truck he caught my eye and I smiled, and then he turned over to talk to the other man and pointed at me with a big grin on his face. The driver grew his own big shit-eating grin and they drove off. I couldn't help but wonder what he said to the other guy, but I imagine it was something along the lines of "That's the dumb slut I just bred in the shower who was whimpering like a fag as I fucked him."., just a few hours to get something to eat before I head over to his place to ride that dick again, and enjoy some Superbowl festivities...

---continue--- Life’s been hectic for a few days and forgot about the app. Me and my bf were messaging back and forth on a day he was bored at work but couldn’t get away and I was home alone. I was horny so thought I’d check the app. I logged on and had a few messages, one being from my very own bf. BF: So, I see you are on here. Shit, he saw me on here. Why didn't he say anything and waited for a reply here? Me: Just chatting to people and such, say’s right in my profile hun. You? I asked him wondering what he’ll say, wasn't long before he did message me back on the app BF: The same, interesting people on here. Me: defiantly, keep having to block people wanting to hookup only. BF: I hear you, back to texting babe. With that he resumed sending just text messages about whatever we were talking about. I checked other messages, mostly from other people I did just chat with. Caught up with them when I noticed I was growing hard. I knew my bf wouldn't be out of work for several hours. I decided to contact that guy again. Me: Hey. The guy: Hey, how are you feeling? Me: Pretty good, but bored. You? The guy: Horny as fuck. Me: Cum over. I need cum in me now. The guy: Sure thing stud. Be there in 15 minutes. With that he went offline; I kept texting my bf while I got ready. I unlocked my door, cleaned out, took my clothes off. I was lying in my bed when the guy came in. Surprising he brought two new guys with. I put my phone down ignoring my bf for the now 3 cocks that were going to go inside of me. Each guy got dressed and slowly jacked off while I went and got face down in my bed. The guy who’s fucked me before teased my hole with his cock head. I started to moan and wanted to remember this moment for some reason. Me: Hey, mind if we video this with my camera? *I point to my webcam on the desk* The guy: Do what the cheating slut asks. *one of the guys turns it on* The guy: for your boyfriend slut? the guy asked as he slid his cock in me/ Me: When the time is right. Yeah, fuck me. And that’s all that was said for over an hour and a half with the exception of moaning and grunting. Each guy must have blown two loads in me each. I only knew of the one guy’s status. One of the guys mounted me for one last amazing fuck. He was going slower than he did the other few times and more verbal which then I found out his status too. Guy: Yeah take it pig. Me: mmhmm. Guy: Take my toxic nut to your boyfriend. *he slams into me* Me: fuck yeah! Guy: Will you share my poz cum with your bitch?! *he starts fucking faster* Me: FUCK YES! *he’s going balls deep with what I just can only imagine is a beer can thick 9” cock* Me: HE’LL ACCEPT YOUR GIFT THROUGH ME! Guy: HERE’S MY TOXIC SEED SLUT!!! He again came inside of me. He slowly moved his dick out of my cummy hole. He then goes and fingers me a few times, lightly scratching the walls of my ass. I felt helpless laying in a pool of my sweat enjoying the glow from an amazing fuck session. Soon, he stopped and got dressed. He left shortly after with the rest of them. I still haven’t cum and went back to my phone. A few messages from my bf where there and I told him I ran out of juice and didn't notice till a while ago. He bought it. I asked what his evening plans were, he said just chilling at home playing games. I suggested we go out to eat to a nice restaurant and get a motel room for the night. He liked the idea so I went to book it. He sent me a text to forget the condoms. Pfft, like I was going to bring them. I then remembered something while getting off my now sweat drenched bed. I went to my computer, smiled to the camera; and then stopped the recording. I got out my butt plug and put it in its right place before I went to my shower to get cleaned off for the night. =====that’s it===== I'm very busy so don't expect another chapter soon. I have a few other ideas’ I want to write. This probably wasn't the best chapter. Oh well. : P

It’s been a few days since I saw my boyfriend last. He’s always working and it doesn't help I live on one side of the metro while he’s about 20 miles on the other side. He hasn't texted me in a day or two and I was bored and horny today. I decided to re-download an app, hopping just for a little chit chat from people. After looking a while I came across a picture of my boyfriend, I wasn't angry, but annoyed as he told me he never used this app anymore. Then again, I was on. I decided to dropped it and just continue my search for someone to talk too. *received a message* Looked at the guys profile, cute and hot he was looking for fun and friends. I viewed the message. The guy: what are you up too? Me: not much, on from boredom, you? The guy: the same, up for some fun? Me: What kind of fun? The guy: What kind of fun you think I’m asking about. ; ) Me: If it’s hooking up, can’t do, in a relationship. The guy: That doesn't matter. *Image of his cock came through* I looked, and saw possibly the biggest cock I've seen, thick, veiny, and hard. Me: Very nice cock sir. If I wasn't taken I’d definitely blow you or let you plow me The guy: Your boyfriend doesn't need to know, what’s your address? I was tempted, I haven’t bottomed for a long time Since I started dating my boyfriend. He’s always the bottom and was always the top, it was tempting, but… Me: Sorry, can’t, really tempting, but can’t. The guy: Come on, address. ; ) You know you want my 10”s in you. At this point my cock was hard and I was jacking off like crazing. What I did next I shouldn't have done and hopped to god no one would find out. Me: *gives address* Hurry before I changed my mind.” The guy: Will be there in 10 minutes, have the door open and be face down. I stopped jacking, opened the door slightly then took off my clothing. I laid down in the bed me and my boyfriend slept in many times when he was over. I pre lubed my hole and had a few condoms to the side just in case. I heard the door open, not a word only the sounds of shoes being taken off. Heard someone come into my bedroom and heard cloths being taken off. I heard some clanking then a zipper and then a thud. I could feel he was close. I was now feeling regret that I was now hooking up with someone, but was too late, was too afraid to stop, didn’t know what he would do if I backed out. Slap, slap, slap when his cock on my ass. I ask him about condoms and he said nothing as he push his big mushroom head into ass. I ask him again about condoms and he push his cock in a little bit. It stung and hurt. Only my ass was lubed, his cock wasn't. He kept pushing in, pain was shooting through, I ask him to stop. He didn’t, “I’m almost all the way, relax you cheating slut.” That slightly turned me on. He hit that one point in my ass, pain was being replaced with pleasure, but pain didn't want to go away either. “How much more” I asked. “Want more?” He said then nothing but pain shot through as he pushed balls deep into me. “FUCK!” I screamed. The pain was so much I was crying. He started moving out, one, two, three inches then slamming back into me. This went on for a few minutes. After a while it felt amazing. The pain I had just felt turned to pleasure. He started pulling out more then back in, this was going on till all I could feel was his head. All that you could hear in the room was light moaning, skin slapping, and some grunting. I was so close I nearly came a few times. “I’m close, keep fucking me.” I said, he picked up his pace, then slowed down, picked up, then slowed down, like he’s teasing me. “I’m close” He shoved in again then pulling out, “Here’s my dirty load you cheating slut!” Then he drove his cock into my gut, filling it with his seed. Once he was done filling me he fucked his seed in me for a while, from this I came, I came hard on my bed then collapsing in a pool of my own spunk. He pulled out and before I could get my composure he was already dressed and heading out the door. I didn't think of what he said for a few days and didn't say anything to my boyfriend. My boyfriend came over; slept in the same bed I was fucked in. I fucked him, with a condom, because he has a thing for latex, not really for safety. A few days go past again and I decided to go back onto the app, I was bored, I noticed he left me a message which I thought seemed odd. He was online The guy: Up for round two? I have a few buddies that would also like your hole if you’re interested. ; ) I went to reply to him but clicked on his profile instead. What I noticed wasn't there before, it shocked me. It stated that he was Poz and not on meds. Fuck I thought. That’s what he meant by dirty load. Me: Is your profile correct, you are poz? Are your friends also poz? The guy: Yes, all of us are? So, what you say? Me: … Me: You know the address. My boyfriend texted if I was free that afternoon. I told him I’d get back to him later that day. Then my door opened once again, guess it's too late to back out now. ======that’s it======= I was bored, so I wrote this. This is fictional, this never happened. Hope my spelling and grammar are correct.

I'd always been a pretty straight laced guy. At the age of 30, I'd done my share of partying, but had never lost my head. I'd been safe, responsible. I was proud to reach 30 without ever contracting an STD. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't a stiff. I'd experimented with drugs (weed, coke, Tina, g, e) but nothing too major. And I drank. Man, could I toss back the booze! On the particular February night this story takes place, I'd done just that. One drink at eight had turned into multiple drinks at different bars. I'm a fairly decent looking guy, so I've always been able to flirt at least a shot out of a bartender. By the time I stumbled into my apartment, it was 3:00 A.M. and I was trashed. So, I did what any drunk horny homo does: I got online. Usually, I dirty chat until I pass out but, tonight was different. Almost immediately I saw someone I knew: Justin. Justin was a very hot guy I'd fooled around with a couple of times and then lost track of - the way you can with tricks. He had a huge cock, but was always kind of boring in bed. He was pretty vanilla and never had the throw-down that I wanted. So, you can imagine my shock when he typed "Come over. I'm going to slam for the first time and I want you here." Now, I'd never slammed before, in fact I rarely did Tina. I didn't like the fact that I had difficulty getting hard and cumming when I partied. But, to watch a friend get slammed and party who I didn't know particularly well intrigued me. My rising cock sealed the deal. I was out the door and on the way to his house within five minutes. When I got there, the door man buzzed me into the building without even checking with him. I guess I was expected. I got on the elevator and I thought, I'm not going to party even if there's smoking. I'm going to watch him get slammed, see how slutty he gets, and jack off. That's all. This plan was confirmed when the door was opened not by Justin, but by someone else, who introduced himself saying "Hi, I'm Mark." "Hi Mark. Where's Justin?" "Oh, he's in the bathroom getting ready. Come in." Mark had answered the door shirtless and as i looked at his face and body all I could think was, Mark is poz, probably with a high viral load. He had defined muscles, but the were very pale with veins prominent everywhere. When he shook my hand, I noticed his nails were really long and looked kind of sharp, which was weird. Well, I thought, I'm definitely not partying. Do not want to loose my inhibitions with this guy. I walked into the apartment and found Justin getting out of the shower. "Hey, bro!" he said. "Glad you can make it! I really want someone here I can trust." His body was just as amazing as I remembered. t was hard not to stare, he was so beautiful. His dick, even soft, hung longer than my dick when hard. "No worries. The idea gets me hard, man! Watching you get chemmed!" "It does?" He reached out and felt my rising cock in my jeans. "Fuck yeah, dude. I didn't even know you partied!" "Only on occasion. In fact, I'm taking a hiatus to Tina for awhile, and want to end it with a bang." He started unzipping my jeans. I grabbed him and kissed him hard. "Let's get you fucked up, man!" We went into his bedroom. Mark had laid out three full needles in a tray. "Oh, Mark" I said, "Just in case one of those is for me, I can't tonight. I have work early and can't get fucked up - I'll watch you, 'tho." "Really?" he asked, "cause your dick seems to say otherwise" as he extracted my now hard cock out of my boxers. "I know, man. I wish I could, but really, I have to be responsible tonight." "It's cool. I understand." Justin sat down on a chair, worked a belt around his arm and started pumping his fist. His cock looked like it wanted action, so I started stroking it. "Yeah, Ryan!" he moaned. "Keep doing that. I need a distraction if I'm gonna do this." I knelt down and started sucking his now hard cock. It was so big, I had to concentrate to get it in my throat. "Just keep thinking about him, bro, and enjoy it!" Mark said. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mark prepare a point, and ever so slowly he inserted it into one of Justin's now prominent veins. I knew Justin was hit - he sucked in his breath, held it, and coughed. This had the mark of a good session. Mark undid the belt and pushed Justin's newly pointed arm up over his head. I sucked his cock down to the pubes and forced myself to hold steady, notwithstanding I really was on the verge of gagging. While I was not interested in any chem involvement, I was very interested in satisfying my slutty tendencies by pleasuring myself (and Justin). Justin leaned back, head against the wall, arm resting on his head. All he said was "Oh, fuck!" "You sure you don't want one?" Mark leaned in and asked me. I shook my head no, Justin's cock still in my mouth. Then, quite abruptly, Justin pushed my head off his cock and stood up, swaying a little. I got to my feet and moved to balance him. "You okay, bro?" "I need to go to the bathroom" as he stumbled into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. "How much did you give him?" I asked Mark. "Not much. Certainly not enough that he should have a bad reaction." "I'll go check on him." I walked to the bathroom door and I knocked. "Justin? You okay?" The door opened and Justin gestured me in. "I'm fine" he said. "More than fine." He grabbed me and pushed me up against the door, shoving his tongue into my mouth. I was stunned. Justin had never been aggressive before, but this new behavior was what I wanted. I moaned my approval of the animal the slam had brought-out in him. "I was just pretending" he whispered, continuing "I just met that guy online and, between you and me, I think he's poz." "I thought so, too" I replied quietly. "I think he might be full blown." "Really? Fuck. That crossed my mind. That's why I did this. Go out there and tell him I'm sick. I'll come out in a minute and tell him I just need to go to bed, that I got too much T. Then, you tell him you'll stay to make sure I'm okay. After he's gone, we'll fuck like sluts!" He shoved his tongue into my mouth again, grinding his dripping cock into my crotch. Pulling back, he grabbed my shoulders and flipped me around, bending me over the sink. Pushing my head into the mirror, he ground his cock into my ass crack, which, I thought, was a whole lot more interesting than if I blew him and simultaneously jacked-off. Just as long as I didn't party. Roughly pulling my head back up, he whispered "Get out there, bitch - and get rid of him." Pushing my cock back into my jeans, I zipped up and left the bathroom to find Mark was sitting on the bed. "Everything okay?" he asked. "Naw, man. He must be a light weight. He's really sick. It was kind of gross." "Fuck. Does he need to go to the hospital?" Before I had to come-up with a reply, the bathroom door opened and Justin stumbled over towards us, and unsteadily moved to crash on the bed, only to slide off the edge of the mattress and end-up sitting on his ass at the foot of the bed. Damn, he's good, I thought. For a second even I was convinced by his act. "I'm so sorry, Mark, I've gotta crash" said Justin as I moved to help him onto his bed. "It's okay. It happens - even to those with experience. It's just a matter of chemistry." I felt a little guilty, doing this to Mark. He seemed like an okay guy, especially for a dealer. And as for his supplies, well, at least some were now wasted. But, at the same time, I needed to feel Justin touch me again like he had in the bathroom. I liked his aggression and was happy to play along if I got a good fucking out of him. "I think I need to rest. Ryan?" Justin weakly asked. "Yeah?" "Will you stay in case I get sick again?" "Sure." "I think I should go," Mark said as he started to put his shirt back on. As he turned from me, I saw a bio-hazard tattoo on the small of his back. Yep, definitely a good thing he was leaving. "Sorry, Mark" Justin continued. I could not get over what a good actor he was. I almost believed he was sick. "I'll talk later." "No problem, really. Don't get up. Rest." "I'll walk you out," I offered. When we reached the door Mark turned to me saying "Glad you're here to watch him." "Yeah, it's no trouble" I said, thinking about how I hoped to be taken care of as soon as he was gone. "If you need anything, or if you want to party sometime, here's my card." He slid his card into my front pocket, letting his hand slide down and then up my hard on. "Thanks, Mark. I might take you up on that." He smiled and walked down the hall. I closed the door, waited a second, locked it, and rushed back to the bedroom. Justin had put on some porn and was standing up, stroking his eight inch cock. "Damn, I thought he'd never leave!" he said. "Come here, boy." Eagerly, I walked up to him. He grabbed me, and planted another intense kiss on my mouth. "Strip!" Without thinking, I dropped my trousers and pulled my shirt off over my head while I kicked off my shoes. "Faster, bitch" Justin said, lightly slapping my face. Damn! Dominate too? This had all the markings of a hot session, particularly as both times Justin and I had had sex, I'd fucked him and our experiences had been very vanilla. This was a whole new side of him, a dimension I liked - a lot. I stepped out of my boxers and stood before him naked, as I reached for cock, only to have him slap my hand away. "Did I say you could touch me, faggot?" he (almost) snarled. "No." "No, what, bitch?" "No sir!" "That's right! Are you going to do what I say?" "Yes sir!" "Everything I say?" "Yes sir!" "You better, faggot, or I will punish you. Believe me!" My hard cock was dripping pre-cum. This was exactly the kind of scene about which I'd fantasized, but hadn't had the guts to actually investigate. I knew I would do anything he said, no question. I felt the part of my brain that made rational choices slowly disappearing. "On your knees, bitch!" I quickly sank to my knees, opening my mouth and moving towards the beautiful cock I was prepared to worship. Justin slapped my face away. "Did I say suck it, faggot? Huh?" "No sir." "Did I even say open your mouth?" "No sir!" "If you can't obey, boy, I'll tie you down and make you obey." Th thought made my cock (and asshole) twitch. Would I let Justin tie me up? I'd never been tied up before. The copious stream of pre-cum seeping down my shaft and onto my balls told me all I needed to know. "Now, stand up." I did as I was told. Although I suspected it might get get me in trouble, I couldn't resist taking scooping up and tasting some of my pre-cum. Fuck! I love the taste of cum! Justin let me suck my finger dry before the punishment came. "Stupid faggot!" he yelled. "Too addicted to cum to listen to simple instructions?" "Yes sir." "Lay down on the bed." I had never tasted Justin's cum. When we fooled around in the past, it had always been very safe. I wondered if I'd get to taste his cum tonight. Now in his dominate, uninhibited, tweaked up state, anything was possible. I wasn't moving fast enough. Slap! Again I was ordered "Lay on the bed, you fucking faggot bitch!" Justin slammed me to the bed. Part of me wondered if his neighbors could hear us, but another part of me couldn't care less. It wasn't my apartment. "Stretch your arms out," he ordered. I did what I was told. Justin pulled ropes out from a night table and tied my hands to the bed posts. Ropes in his nightstand? Had he been planning this all along? Surely not, but what other explanation was there? Had Justin's range of sexual interests changed? For that matter, the question briefly crossed my mind Just how good of an actor was Justin? Had I walked into an elaborate scene he had concocted to get me tied up and helpless? I had come to his apartment thinking I'd be in charge. How wrong my expectations were. In any event, any worries I had melted away with the thought of his amazing cock, and the possibility that I might get to swallow his cum. I wanted to taste him so badly, to feel him shoot his load down my throat. I hoped he'd pull out a little, letting a blast or two land on my tongue so that I could savor it before swallowing it. "I'm going to breed you tonight, boy." Quickly I was pulled out of my fantasy. Breed me? I had never had a bare dick in my ass before, let alone had anyone cum in my hole. I was negative and proud of it. Breed me? This had gone too far. "No, man. No unsafe sex." Justin slapped my face, harder this time. Much harder. I was stunned. "You don't get to say no, boy. In fact, I'm going to make sure you beg for it!" It was then that I heard footsteps coming down the hallway. Shit! Someone else was in the apartment. My heart started to race. I pulled on my ropes, but they were too tight. I couldn't get away. It was then that it finally sank in just how helpless I was. I started screaming. Another slap. "Shut up, bitch!" Just slid his belt over my arm. I was trying to absorb Justin's intentions when I saw Mark who said to Justin "Hold his arm down." But how had he gotten back in? I had seen him walking down the hall and had locked the door. Then I began to understand what was at issue: Mark wasn't merely Justin's dealer. Whatever the relationship between the two, Mark apparently had a copy of the key to Justin's apartment. I'd been played. Justin looked down at me and told said "Have you figured it out yet, bitch? Huh? Mark is my master, the way I will be yours. After tonight you will not only be my slave to do with as I please, when and where I please, but you will also have the glorious gift he has given me." I felt the coolness of an alcohol swab on my arm and felt a needle stick me. Mark was inserting a needle into my arm, he draw a small amount of blood, and then the contents of the needle disappeared into my arm. Before I knew what happened a surge of warmth invaded my arm and quickly moved throughout my entire body. For a second I couldn't breath and then coughed, and again coughed harder. Then the transformation commenced: my mind moved from its normal plane of existence and I found myself to be a new man, a different man. Not a man. A boy. A bitch. A hole. And I needed to be used. I needed to be filled. I heard myself moaning uncontrollably as the slam hit me. Wave after wave of it. I couldn't stop moaning the word Fuck. "See?" Mark said. "I told you this would be good." "Oh my god!" I moaned. "Fuck!" I felt a hunger inside me I'd never felt before. I needed to be fucked and I needed to be fucked now! I wiggled my ass around on the bed. "That's it, you fucking whore! You aren't going to fight me anymore, are you?" I shook my head no, still riding the uncontrollable waves of pleasure the slam had brought me. Why hadn't I done this before? "Even when I want to breed your cunt?" I shook my head again. "Say it, cunt!" "No sir!" "You'll beg for it, won't you slut?" "Oh, god! Yes Sir! Please breed me sir!" "Even when I tell you it's a positive load I'll be dumping in you?" "Yes sir, I want your poz load!" "When my master dumps his load in you, you'll beg then too, won't you, faggot?" "Yes sir, I want all the cum I can get!" "That's right. And you were right, boy. He is toxic. His viral load and cell count make him almost full blown. But, that makes you want it even more, doesn't it, bitch?" But, before I could let the thought really take hold, I smelled something under my nose. A hand held my mouth and one nostril shut, forcing me to inhale deeply from my only open airway. Poppers. English, by the strength. I was flying. I knew I'd let and do anything for these two. Even if they untied me. At this point, I wouldn't leave. "Yes sir!" I responded as the poppers traveled to my other nostril. "Good boy!" My new master said. He grabbed my ankles and pushed them over my head. I felt my neck strain as my body was bent in half. Without lube, without warning, what I'd been craving since the needle left my arm was given to me. I felt the head of his dick push into my hungry asshole. The pain was excruciating. But, it only turned me on more. Mark leaned down to my face, held it towards his, spit in it, and said "You are starting to feel it, aren't you? Pain is becoming pleasure to you, isn't it? That will increase. In time, we will teach you to feel even the most intense, brutal pain as pleasure, but your mind and your cock will scream from more. You will need pain to become aroused. Pleasure, sex, your body, your soul, your life. After tonight, none of it will be the same." Justin's cock was all the way in at this point. He had slowly pushed the full length into me, massaging my prostate. I thought I might shoot my load right then, no touching. But, as quickly as that pleasure and gentleness came, it was gone. Justin pulled all the way out of my ass in one quick move that made me gasp. Nothing happened for a moment. I heard a noise to my side. It sounded as if something was being sprayed. "That's it, slave" Mark whispered. "Feel it." Justin slammed back into me, his full length going in so far, I screamed in pain. A new rag was put in my mouth. There was something on it, a chemical. I could tell right away because it was cold. "Breath that in through your mouth," Mark said. "Deeply." I did what I was told. My head started to spin. Between the Tina, the poppers, and this new cold chemical, I had never felt so overwhelmed. Tears streamed down my face from pain, yet my lust and desire were never stronger. I needed more. I wanted more. I moaned for more. "What do you want, bitch?" Justin asked me, as he continued to power fuck my twisted, bound body. Mark pulled the rag from my mouth. I heard the spray sound again. "Everything, sir!" I cried. "You want to be my boy?" Justin asked. "Yes sir!" I moaned. "You want me to use you? Hurt you?" "Please, sir!" "You want me to own you, cunt?" "Oh, god! Yes, Sir!" "Well, you know what you have to do, don't you?" he asked. In another sudden move, his cock was out of my ass. I felt empty. I expected a sudden power thrust that would send me back to the wonderland where pain was becoming pleasure. But, it didn't come. I got nothing. My ass squirmed, seeking blindly for my master's dick. "Oh no, bitch! Not until you tell me. Do you know what you have to do?" "Yes sir." I said, still squirming. I had never felt this empty inside. "And what is that, boy?" The chemical rag was back in mouth, stronger than before. Mark plugged my nose. I had no choice. I inhaled deeply. He removed the rag. "I have to take your master's cum, sir." "Good boy. And why, faggot?" I felt his hand brush against my gaping asshole. I shivered, wanting it to slip inside, needing anything to fill me, replace what was missing. "Because he will give me the gift, sir." "So you do listen, boy. Very good. And you will take this gift from my master?" "Yes sir." "Knowing that we will not stop using you, abusing you, until we are sure you have the gift?" "Yes sir!” "You have pleased your master and my master with this. You quickly have learned that you are not important, just as I am not important to him and he is not important to his master." "His master?" I asked, excited at the possibility of even more men using me. "Yes. His master: AIDS. He is it's bitch. And, soon, you will be it's bitch, too. But, first, you have to ask for it. You have to want it. Only then will I own you." I didn't think. Beyond want, I knew what I needed. I asked. "Please, sir!" "Please what? You have to say it, bitch!" "Please infect me with AIDS. I need it. I need it inside me. I need to be owned by you, master. Please! I'll do anything!" "That's all you needed to say, boy." I heard some movement on the bed and I wondered what was happening. Even though no one was holding my legs, I still kept them wide in the air, hoping. I didn't have to wait long. I had never been this turned on in my entire 30 years. I wanted everything from these men. I needed it. In the matter of one hour, I had changed from a guy valued his negative status, one who never took risks, a guy who fundamentally wanted a regular relationship into a moaning, pleading, bitch who would do anything to make my master happy, even if it meant taking highly toxic loads in my ass. I didn't care anymore. I just wanted more. I felt the head of a dick brush my hole. I moaned. I was going crazy and they new it. From between my legs, I heard Mark say "You stupid fucking faggot!" He pushed inside me, all the way. I moaned in pleasure. His cock was not nearly as big as Justin's, but it was definitely thicker. Feeling my hole stretch in a new way drove me even wilder. "Oh, god, yes! Fuck me!" "You like that poison cock, bitch?" "Fuck yes, sir! I love it!" Mark pushed two fingers into my ass, along with his cock. I had no idea why, but I knew I loved be filled even more! "There's no turning back now, bitch" I heard Justin say. He had taken Mark's place as the devil whispering in my ear. "Do you know what he's doing to you? He's digging into you with his fingernails. Those long nails of his. They are sharp. There's no way it won't take now!" Knowing that Mark was cutting into me, mixing his precum and soon his cum not just into my asshole but directly into my blood caused a lust in me I can't explain. This was happening. Up until know, it wasn't just talk. It would happen. I trembled. An orgasm greater than I've ever experienced rocked my entire body. I shook and moaned uncontrollably as shot after shot of my cum flew, hitting me in the chest,face, and hair. I could feel cum dripping under my blindfold, starting to burn my eyes. "Holy fuck, boy! You're making me-" Mark began to moan. I realized he still had one hand inside me, scraping and scratching me, while his free hand gripped into my leg. His long fingernails sank into my skin, causing me to moan and convulse in pain and pleasure along with his orgasm. I felt shot after shot of his toxic seed shoot into me. With each shot, I knew I would never be the same. Finally his orgasm subsided. I felt his cock begin to slide out of me. My exhausted legs began to fall back to the bed. "Oh, no you don't, faggot!" he said, slapping me sharply where he'd just wounded me. I knew I'd have marks for a while from his claws. "You keep those legs up, boy! Let that cum and blood flow into your body, becoming apart of you." I imagined his virus slowly moving through different parts of my body, taking over. Soon it would be everywhere throughout my body. "I am apart of you now" Mark said. He stood up and crossed to my head, removing my blindfold. "Look," he ordered. "See what I've done? There's no escaping now." I looked down at his thick cock. It was coated in my blood. "Clean it, faggot. Taste what I've done to you." I had no time to protest before they both grabbed my head and forced Mark's blood-covered cock into my mouth. I gagged. "That's it," he said. That's it." Slowly I started to lick his cock. Leftover cum was still seeping out of his piss slit. My desire took over. I started to suck. The more cum I tasted, the more I wanted it all. "That's it, boy. Become one of us." They continued to roughly push my head into Mark's pubes, but they didn't have to. I had surrendered. The taste of his cum, my blood, and my dirty ass became intoxicating. I wanted it all. When all the flavor was gone, I still continued to suck, hoping for just one more little taste, but, I had gotten it all. Mark pulled his cock out of my mouth and inspected it. "You've pleased me, boy. I think you are ready for the final steps." With that, Justin was back between my legs, forcing his long cock to the hilt. I could feel my hole ripping even more. The pain made me moan, I couldn't take anymore. My orgasm was just as powerful. My drained balls pumped and pumped, but little came out. My dry orgasm rocked my balls with pain as if I'd had blue balls for weeks. This pain caused even more pleasure, making me shake and convulse more. "Do you love it? "Yes" I moaned. "And do you love your master?" "Yes!" "Tell him." I looked right at Justin. Our eyes locked. "I love you, Master." "I love you, too, boy." Justin came, shooting his load into my torn up ass. He fell against my chest, moaning into my chest. I felt his tongue tracing my chest and I'd never felt anything like it. The pleasure was coursing through me along with the virus. Justin raised his head up to mine, his red lips moving towards mine. "Now I own you. You belong to me. I control you. You will never again do anything unless I tell you to, do you understand?" "Yes, Master." Justin kissed me. It was the roughest, most passionate, violent kiss I'd ever experienced. "Cleaning my cock binds the deal. Once you clean the cum, shit, and blood from me, we are bound. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master." His cock entered my mouth. I knew what I wanted. All of my lust and longing went into licking and sucking him clean. The taste had the same intoxicating effect, causing my cock to stiffen and drip. As I lay, exhausted, bound to my new masters' bed, I knew that I would never be able to leave, escape, even if I wanted to. I was theirs.

To all you bottom sluts out there, do you still do sleepovers and walk of shames or do you leave right after coitus? I must admit, I often like having another round in the morning and love walking home in the morning with a fresh load...

Fuck, what a Saturday night. My regular HIV+ (gone off meds) fuck buddy came around towards midnight. He fucked me almost stupid, and dumped his toxic juice deep inside me. He's not really into fisting, but I asked him if he would oblige. OMG, I had the deepest fisting I have EVER had in my life. Fuck, it was amazing. From the outside, I touched his fingers as he went deeper and deeper into my body. He almost made it to the elbow. Next time, we're going to go for the elbow inside me, too. I have never felt sensations like that before. I felt like my entire soul was being filled by his arm. His dick is big enough, but having that forearm pushing the cum deeper into me, was more than I can describe. I bled a bit, so his poz seed is definitely in my system yet again. I'm quite tender today, but need more of the same - fucker is visiting his brother today and tomorrow, otherwise he would come and service me again this evening. Can't wait for the next time. Fuck, fuck, fuck it was hot.

Not a walk of shame lol but I dont do spend the nights, I might be there all night but no sleeping, Especially if I dont know the person well. You can stuff your fat cock in my ass and I'll suck your cock, but I'm not trusting enough for sleeping in unknown zones lol

as more of top I prefer a bttm to do a sleepover and do the walk of shame this next more after I have loaded him a few more times.

some will certainly care if you are bleeding and it make you feel even worse if they stop fucking you and express disgust let your body heal is my vote

Hi guys...latest update... Went to club Ottawa for blackout thurs jan 28. Got there early to get my favorite room and, of course, simce i get really slutty when i drink, i had about 8 shots of vodka on the way So i get there around 11 AM, head to my room and start loosening my hole with this nice triple ripple butt plug i have along with my fav poppers. I head to the gloryhole booth leaving tje door wide open and presenting my ass to all cummers. BTW guys, when you see that the dude wants to get FUCKED - not fingered, not massaged - so if you don't want to fuck my hole please move along!!! So i swallow a few loads and i love that but was really there to get fucked. So i headed to the dry sauna and started sucking this older guy with a really nice cock. While i was deep-throating him some anonymous stud slid hos hard cock inside me hole. He was gentle at first but tjat quickly changed and i got my first pounding of the day! Omg i love getting fucked! He shot his load in me tje same time i got the load in my mouth - perfect! I kept my ass in the air and waited a few bit sadly no one else took up my offer At club Ottawa there is this back room with a kinda of double bed - i made way back there. A guy was laying on the bed with his hard cock right at the edge so i started sucking. In no time i felt someone move up behind me and start fucking me! I kept lips wrapped around that hard cock while my ass was getting used. My fucker said he was gonna cum so i stood up and leaned back into him telling him to cum in my ass. He was more than happy to unload in me. When he finished i bent back over and resumed sucking cock. Believe, it took mere seseconds for the next cock to slide in me. I really love this shit! One cock dumping in my ass and being quickly replaced by another! The next guy took about two minutes before he unloaded in me. No problem for me though - i was there to take load after load. The guy I was sucking came in my mouth and another guy took his place. By this time i had both an audience and a lineup! I heard guys saying what a slut i was and that just made me even hornier! I love being a slut! After each guy came in my ass someone else quickly took their place. I stopped "counting" after 10 loads. I must have been there for a couple of hours when i needed a break. I stood up and said "Thank you" and headed back to my room. A guy named Ivan followed me into my room, layed me on my back and kissed me as he slowly fucked me. After he came in my ass he asked for my number and i gave it to him. I had a couple hours nap then headed home with cum leaking out of my ass! I truly can't wait for the next blackout thurs!

Why not be 100% open? Doctors are usually smart and realize the only they can help you is if you are honest with them. Mine tried for a couple of sessions to talk me into safe sex but realized very quickly that that is not going to work and that I'd rather change docs than get a rubber anywhere near my cock or ass

John had shown me that I was far from a full-fledged card-carrying top man and once I became poz, he helped me understand my feelings about it, that in fact it was a release of fear that had been holding me back, keeping me in a repressed state of being. Limiting my thoughts, holding back my true desires. He introduced me to an entire new world of sex and allowed me to experience the parts of me I had repressed. Thanks to him, I was transforming into a full time bottom pig, with an insatiable cunt that needed filled with cock, cum, piss, toys or fists. Exposing my hole to men was something he taught me to be proud of and that once I did that regardless of the man, it was my place to pleasure them. That for me, my cock and my cum were last on the list, if at all. He had taken time to train my pussy into a full cunt. He put me in long-term chastity preventing me from using my cock other than to piss through a slit in a tube locked and caging my nads. He taught me it was okay to be verbal, to express myself and not only state what things made my cunt feel good, but to praise the man who was exploring it and using it to pleasure his own cock or his own perversions. He took me through the various forms of kink but through experiencing them in a mutual and sexual way. He wanted me to explore my perversions and extend my reach into those things I had only fantasized about. We had bareback parties, literally every single weekend for nearly 2 ½ years. Our home was well known by the regulars to the point that if things fell through for them on their nights out, they’d swing by our place knowing full well a party was most likely underway with tops, bottoms, and versatile guys there, but always guaranteed my cunt to fuck if they wanted it. They knew the environment was a safe one to feel good about being who you were without hang-ups or judgments. Partying was approved, but it had to be responsible or at least be with a buddy who was monitoring the high. In our sling room men who fucked me were provided with a grease pen to write their first names on one particular portion of the wall. If they were repeats they weren’t to add their name to the list. When I sold that house and had to white wash the room for showing, I counted 232 names on that space. John’s being the first. It was remarkable that that many men had not only been through my front door, but had entered seeded my cunt. Becoming the poz’d cum pig was, as I’ve said a long sequence of life experiences. After becoming one, it seems that the story had only begun. Upon arriving home from work one evening, I was greeted at the door by John holding a shot glass. “Drink up.”, he said, “I just mixed that up for you.” He handed me the shot glass and I looked in it. It was cum. I smiled and downed the shot glass of his fresh load using my tongue to clean it out properly. He had a way of surprising me that way. Another time while watching TV he jumped in the bed with popcorn, one bowl for me, one for him. Mine was “buttered” with his cum after he’d jacked off over it. We were kindred sprits as I liked to recall my habit of sticking my precum drooling cock into guys drinks. Now it was me eating a mans cum freely and willingly in many ways. “ I got another surprise for you” he said. “Two guys are coming by this weekend who are in town visiting. We’re going to have them over early on Saturday before the group party and have a little private one.” He was blurting all this out, obviously excited by the plan as I went in my room and set my things down, getting undressed. “That sounds cool, where are they from.” “Palm Springs and they’re up here for Pride Weekend.” I stripped naked and walked into my bath now fully equipped with my own shower shot, specially ordered by John from Fort Troff sporting an 18” rubber hose for deep cleaning. He sat on the toilet as I got in the shower and began my daily ritual. John taught me that regardless of the prospects, it was my responsibility to always be clean when at home, if anything for him. I found this a good routine as it kept my cunt cleaned out and it also provided a much needed training of flushing my deeper bowel. “Ya, they emailed me responding to the ad for this weekends party. They’re both tops.” I turned my head quickly… “really?” He knew me all too well. I was game for any group session, but it was far and few between I was treated to a room of top men. “yup, both bareback and both are poz.” “Woo Who!” I yelled back as I continued to wash myself. “Hurry up and get out of there” he said leaving the bathroom, “I’m hungry”. I finished washing up and brushed my teeth. I took the clippers out and freshened up my flat top. I ran the trimmers around my nipples and finished drying off. I headed to my room. Although we lived together, John and I had separate bedrooms. This was for several reasons. First, we all need our space. Second, he snored like a freight train. Third, he couldn’t keep his fingers or cock out of my ass, and I could keep my ass or mouth off his cock. We decided early on it was best. It was also nice to “visit” each others room for a little fun from time to time and then still be able to get a good nights sleep. That was important for both of us. Beyond that, we had too much shit to fit into one closet or room and I liked having my dog in the room whereas he didn’t. I walked in my room and John was sitting on my bed and continued on with his news. “They want to party and I told them about how I transformed you to a bottom pig. They’re partners and love breeding poz cunt together, tag teaming them. Here’s their pics.” As I was listening to him, I put on what I usually wore around the house when it was just John and I. I pulled up my black leather chap shorts that left my ass fully exposed and on through the front opening, my chastity clad cock and balls hung freely. At this point I’d been in chastity about 3 months. I wore it 24/7. I looked at the pic and was delighted to see two very handsome men in their mid to late 40’s. One was white, the other black. The white guy looked to be about 6 feet tall, buzz cut and goatee, broad shoulders, muscled hairy pecs, huge protruding nipples, nice guns, and from what I could tell through the jeans well packed. His partner was smooth, a bit taller shaved head, pierced nips, clean-shaven and lean muscled swimmers build. He wore black leather pants and it was hard to make out his crotch. My cock chubbed as much as possible in its restraint but more importantly, my cunt started to ache. That good ache like it was in need of filling. “Fucking hot John.. damn!” “Ya boy, I’m going to film it for them too. They said you could wear a hood, but they wanted to videotape the action and I told them we were good with that. Now turn around for me..” I signaled an approval by shaking my head yes and turned and got up on my bed doggy style as I did nearly every night when John was home. John leaned forward and tasted my cunt running his tongue over it lightly and then sticking his tongue inside me sucking on my ass lips.. “Mmm, fresh meat!” He reached over his right side and I felt the all too familiar coolness of the plug he would insert into me. He placed one hand on the center of my back pressing down so that my ass went up and he twisted and dropped the intruding plug into my cunt, spreading my lips but securing itself against my hole with its leading edge. “Won’t be long we’ll need to move up a size cunt boy” he commented. A single strap went through the end of the plug and snapped into the back of my chaps waist band, while the other looped through the base of my chastity device and snapped back on itself. I stood up and his hands ran to my nipples. “Good boy.. you cleaned them up for me.” “Yes sir.” I replied. Turning back to face him, he placed the black flexible cups over my nipples and released allowing them to draw my nipple fully up into them. First one, then the other. He leaned into me and kissed me fully pressing his tongue into my mouth. Alright, let’s eat. I followed him in the kitchen, letting the dog out the back door and sat at the table. He’d prepared a small meal and we ate talking about the weekend’s prospects and our visitors from out of town. “Look, if we hit it off with these guys, there’s a chance we could stay with them when I take you to Palm Springs. They said they had a huge house and held parties often.” He’d been telling me he was going to take me when the time was right, and I knew it was approaching. When we finished eating I cleaned off the table, put the dishes in the dishwasher and let to dog in. John retired to the den downstairs off the sling room and adjoining play space. He yelled up to me from the basement. “Hey boy, you almost done?” “Yes, just need to finish up the pots and pans.” I replied. “You’re desert is down here.” I knew what that meant. I finished up the kitchen and brought two drinks down to the den. John was sitting in “his chair” as he called it because it was low to the floor but built like a recliner with room for me between his legs. He was wearing a bathrobe and had the news on. I handed him his drink and he pulled me down to him and kissed me, reaching up removing my nipple cups. I knelt down between his outstretched legs and opened his bathrobe exposing his naked body. I sat on the flat pillow on the floor beneath me placing my hands on his thighs; I took his cock in my mouth. I pressed my plug against the hardness offered from the concrete floor and pillow against my ass, pushing into my prostate. He had taught me how to pleasure a cock with my mouth and not to use my hands. Even with those stubborn hardons that slapped back up and away from me, I was to use my head, mouth, and tongue to work their cocks back to my mouth without the use of my hands and continue to service them. I became quite skilled at that. I began sucking John’s cock. I loved his cock, it was full and thick, even when he was soft and had an amazing piss slit that I enjoyed lapping my tongue through and around. He’d pumped his poz loads into my cunt now for nearly 10 months and fed me orally on a regular basis. He knew I loved cock, and he only continued to feed my need for it to where I no longer just sucked cock, but learned to worship it, to feed from it and to nurse on him. I truly desired cock. His recent spraying of cum on my popcorn and offering me a shot glass was only another progression toward teaching me to love and crave cum, without the benefit of a cock. In time, he would teach me to lap cum up from where ever he found it and he was teaching me that too. I was not ashamed, but proud of who I was becoming. I came to find these sessions of servicing his cock this way as he had his drink, watching TV as relaxing for me as I’m sure it was for him. He had no agenda, he did not demand that I suck harder, faster or even force me to make him cum under any schedule. It was simply me servicing his cock. My mouth on him, where it belonged. It was in my control to nurse and feed from his cock and he let me explore that need. He would often cum and feed me his load but even after that did happen, my mouth remained on his cock long after and I made him feel as he said, “the way a man should feel, with a boy between his legs always making him feel good” In time he would also teach me, at my request to drink his piss from his then flaccid cum drained cock. It was me who sought out that new experience, as I wanted more of him. On rare occasions we would sleep in his room, my head in a harnessed hood strapped and locked to his waist. His cock would remain in my mouth all night with him telling me that it was my pacifier. I would take his piss and cum all night long as it was offered. He had made me feel good countless times, and even now as he was training my cunt, he was still a master at knowing what to do, how to teach me without forcing anything on me but allowing me to explore my animal and to let it out. He did not demand I call him Sir, or that he was even my Master. He was simply a top man and I was one that wanted to please him as best as humanly possible. He treated me as a man, equal in that right but with the understanding I had a need to give of myself to a man in those ways. I wanted him to be proud of me and to make him happy. He did the same for me. He coached me and praised me; always sure to let me know that what I was doing or wanted was normal and to be expected of any true cunt boy. During the time I was nursing on his cock like that in the den he would drink his drink, smoke a cigarette, being sure to rub my head or stroke my face and comment on how good I was making him feel. He encouraged me. I would begin to move on my plug, being sure to stimulate my cunt as I sucked this mans cock and began to taste his precum. I would purposely pull back allowing his stringy mass of precum to run from his piss slit to my tongue and let him watch me lap it back up. I wanted him to see my enjoyment in this place between his legs. Time passed casually between us and after nearly close to 2 hours, he had already cum and I had cleaned him of all remnants of his orgasm and had enjoyed playing with his soft cock in my mouth until my spit began to turn dry. He occasionally stroked my nipples as I nursed and when all was finished leaning down kissing me, he sent me to bed. “See you in the morning.” That morning was Friday. I had to go to work. John met me in the kitchen as I put the kettle on. He reached down between my legs and unsnapped the strap holding my plug in place and then spit on his fingers rubbing them around the outside of my hole, I leaned over the sink. He turned and twisted the plug and it came free from my cunt. He tossed the plug in the dishwasher. I felt empty. “Go get ready for work. I’ll make some breakfast.” I got in the shower, washing the dried sweat from my legs formed under the shorts and bending forward felt of my cunt. It was in “bloom” as John would say, standing slightly open on its own and lips swollen like most mornings. I washed it freely with soap and turned to allow the water running down my back to flush over it. It felt really good. The thought crossed my mind how I’d become so focused on my cunt. Pretty much ignoring my cock. It felt right. Friday came and went like any other day including my evening routine with John. He’d met up with his connection and obtained his party supplies for Saturday. We spent most of Friday evening cleaning up the play space to ensure it was free of any remnants of lube, grease or dirt. He set out the new bottles of poppers and lube and mixed up some J-Lube and put it in the fridge downstairs. I stocked the rest with beer, soda and water. I washed any soiled play towels and folded them placing them back on the shelf. We went about our business getting things ready. Saturday at 3:00 in the afternoon, the doorbell rang. By now, I had spent 2 hours preparing myself being fully washed, face shaved except my goatee, hair removed around my nipples, cock cage rinsed through with water pressure from my shower shot and of course my cunt clean as clean could be. John had me in the den and porn was playing on the screen. I was sitting on a rim seat, dressed in my collar, my chap shorts, ankle high boots, and of course my plug. He had previously used the pump on my nips to the point they were sticking out from my pecs a good inch. He’d trained them well too over the past few months. I was proud of my tits sticking out from my pecs. I remember thinking how I wished some of those guys I had fucked over the years had had some nice pig nips for me to fondle and play with as I fucked them. To this day my nips show under sweatshirts, and even jackets over that. They were hard as nails and folded over only at the base when tweaked. I felt natural in this state. I could hear the men talking and laughing upstairs in the kitchen as John offered them drinks. My excitement was overwhelming me as I considered how much admiration I held for John for doing things like this and my nervousness over pleasing these men. I heard them coming down the stairs. “Is it okay if we change before we meet the cumhole?” I heard one ask. “Sure, go ahead and change here, I’ll be right back.” John came to the doorway and looked at me and ran his hand over his face, a signal to me to close my eyes. I did as he instructed and I heard the door close. I could feel my hole pushing the plug outward and then sucking it back in, and couldn’t decide if it was doing it on its own or if I somehow was trying to get ready for what was to come. As I focused on that, I could hear sounds of chains, zippers and ripping like Velcro. My mind began to race. Then I heard clearly, “have you bumped his cunt yet?” from one of the men. “No,” John replied. “I thought you might want to meet him first with a fresh clean cunt and have the honors yourselves.” “Sweet, I like the sound of that,” came from the other man. This was my signal that I would be partying under John’s control, not my own. I was okay with that and trusted him to control that. The door opened and I sat straight in the rim seat. I felt eyes on me and they talked more and commented on my body. John spoke highly of my skills telling them they’d be pleased. I felt hands on me. Over my pecs and my nipples being tugged followed by more praise from the men. I felt a hand slip under the rim seat and pull on my plug enough to make me squirm, but not enough to remove it since the straps would not allow it. I felt another hand fondle and bounce the weight of the chastity device up and down between my open thighs slapping it around a bit, and then a mustached mouth pressed against mine and I opened my mouth accepting his tongue. He slipped it in and licked my mouth and then he spat into my throat. I swallowed and then opening my mouth at the coaxing of a hand on my jaw, a finger slid in my mouth accompanied by a cock. A large cock and I began to suck him. His hands on the side of my head feeding me his cock. I felt hands beneath me releasing my plug. It was John, leaning into my ear saying, “good boy.. that’s so good of you to suck that mans cock for him.” The plug was removed and immediately replaced by a man sliding under me. It was mustache/goatee man. I felt his bristles on my exposed cunt. “Awe fuck yes, sweet looking gaping hole on this boy.. “ and his tongue darted in and out of my exposed stretched lips. This is the only way I knew that the cock in my mouth belonged to the black man. It was longer than average, and without opening my eyes I knew it had to be longer than 8”. It was thick as well but glided evenly like a straight arrow, and I hadn’t felt his balls on my chin yet, or else they were contained in something else. John approached from behind again and placed a blindfold over my head. This helped, as I no longer had to strain to keep my eyes closed. I continued having my cunt eaten out with him using his hands to both spread my cheeks further apart telling me to move on the seat to hold them further apart and him gingerly fingering my now exposed rose bud. His tongue was amazing and I felt my cunt opening more. After a while, the goatee man said, “Chris, you gotta have some of this.” And the man whose cock I was sucking pulled away and I thought they were swapping, but I was soon rewarded with John’s cock in my mouth. Regardless of where we went or how fucked up I may have become I always knew John’s cock, blindfolded or in a dark room or even through a glory hole in my ass, I knew it was his. You might think I couldn’t in my ass, but we had a signal. He would enter me fully and then wait a moment and pulse his cock a few times. He had great skill at that trick, making his cock head well and his cock jerk inside of me. It was then I felt Chris underneath me. He had long fingers and narrow hands. He spread his fingers over my ass and pulled me further apart and he commented to his friend, “Holy shit, this is one beautiful cunt” as his tongue disappeared into me he wrapped his lips around my cunt lips sucking on them, nibbling, and jabbing my open hole with his tongue… his hands released his grip on my ass and again he forced me to widen my stance on the seat so the chair held my cheeks wider apart. I felt the skin at the base of my spine where my crack begins stretching. His hands cascaded up my torso and he began to twist my nipples and pull down on me forcing his face further up my wanting hole. John continued to slowly glide his cock in and out of my mouth, occasionally allowing its full length to fill my throat and holding my head he said “hey Chris, try this out” and as I gasped for air my cunt pushed further out into Chris’ hungry mouth. He immediately moaned uncontrollably beneath me, I felt his breath as he breathed harder and I heard goatee man say, “fuck what did he do?” John explained what he’d done and goatee man said he wanted to try that too. Chris reluctantly got up and allowed his partner access to my cunt and as goatee man slid under me for a second time, John said, “Chris, you try this end. This is something you guys should do more of for each other when you tag team.” My mind was racing thinking just how hot it was that these three men were talking about me as though I wasn’t there, that I was their toy to experiment with. It made me all that much more horny and my desire to please them peeked. Chris slipped his now raging cock into my mouth. It was much fuller than it had been. He glided it back and forth over my tongue and asked goatee man if he was ready. I felt goatee man purse his lips directly around my exposed swollen lips and push his tongue deep into me.. “Um umph” he said.. and then Chris proceeded to enter my throat holding my head. He was larger than John for sure, and stretched my throat he was surely longer as I still hadn’t felt his balls on my face.. I gagged hard, three times and as I did I heard goatee man moan and growl beneath me and I felt what must have been 2 inches of my insides push outward into his mouth. I heard the bottom of his feet behind me stomping the floor in his boots and his hands were up on my nipples twisting them. The men repeated this several times before goatee man removed his mouth from my cunt and said, “fuck yea, this cunt is ready for a bump I think.” I was escorted to the sling space. The room had been prepared and porn was playing on the screen. I was familiar with the dialog on the screen and the music. It was one of the hardcore ass play and fisting videos. Goatee man asked if we could muffle the volume on it and if he could play some of his music he’d brought along. John obliged and the TV went silent and the room soon filled with Dungeon music. The sounds of steady techno music mixed with moans and chains and whipping sounds filled my headspace. I was placed in the sling, my feet and hands bound to the restraints. I was slightly disappointed as I still had not seen the cocks of both men, and had only sucked one. Goatee man remained a mystery. I felt someone move around behind me in the sling just over my head and felt John’s hands on my pecs softly stroking me. He often did this to reassure me and relax me “your being a good boy and these men are going to need you to pleasure their cocks tonight. You know how to do it and I know you’ll make me proud. I want you to enjoy your place tonight and be good. If you want or need anything you just ask me, I’ll be right here.” He reached down and I felt the familiar wetness of lubricant on my nipples and nipple tubes adjoined to a single tube lay across my chest. I heard the electric pump start. Within moments my nipples were sucked up into the tubes and the pump shut off. John released the clips on the tubes and left the cups dangling sucking fully on my nipples. I felt goatee mans mouth on my fully exposed cunt. He was eating me freely again, and me strapped in the sling unable to do much. He told me to slide down in the sling a little. I did and found that my ass was now fully spread since my legs were pulled back further. It was comfortable. A pillow was put under my head. “How big a bump can he take John?” goatee man asked. “Pretty good actually, but hey we can always prime him more if we need too.” “is this good?” asked Chris and John said, “oh ya, that will be good for now.” From the sounds of it, it was probably more than John anticipated so I knew I was in for a jolt. I heard the preparation going on while goatee man continued to lap at my cunt pulling back and commenting on it. I felt the long insertion of the small kitchen baster John used to apply my booty bumps with. I felt the rush of warm liquid enter me deeply and as usual, I felt a plug placed in my open hole. Another pillow was put under my lower back. “Don’t want to waste any of that boy” said goatee man. “John,” I asked. “ya, what is it, you feel okay.” “I feel good, is it okay for me to talk too?” The guys laughed, but in truth no one had given me heads up on whether or not they were into a scene or if this was to be natural. John leaned over me as did Chris and goatee man. John apparently had called them over close. “This is all natural boy. No scenes. You let yourself go and we’ll be doing the same. Do what comes natural to you.” “Thanks, that’s all I needed to know.” John explained to the guys that in my desire to please I would often over think things but that once I had settled I would be fine. Chris leaned into me and said, “I just want to feel your body baby and I want to breed you deep with my cock. I love pig cunts like yours” “Me too buddy.” Said goatee man. Moments went quickly, the tubes removed from my nips and they were soon being sucked, bitten and pulled. The plug was removed from my cunt and I began feeling one toy after another being used in my hole. The men praising my progress as we went and at one point expressed their amazement at how I had successfully taken 3 toys at once not just in my cunt but that they were fucking me with them in unison. “We might have to double fuck this cunt when you bring him down to Palm Springs John” one of them said.. who I don’t know. I was flying. I could hear my hole getting sloppy as it sucked and spit back. “I need to fuck him now that his cunt is talking back” John said, and I was immediately rewarded with his cock. He commented on how loose my hole was and I felt his fingers enter me with his cock.. I felt my cunt expand to his touch as it always did. I felt him stretch me more and I begged him openly to turn me out and to whore me out. “fuck he’s flying now” goatee man said, let me have some.. and for the first time I felt his cock. As high as I was flying, I paid attention because I had to know. I felt his hands first, they were thick and I felt my cunt filled with parts of his hand, how much I don’t know. This was followed by his cock and although my hole was stretched with his fingers in it as well I had a hard time knowing how thick his cock really was, but what I did discover is how long it was. It felt like one of my larger toys that reach 9 or more inches and I openly told him so. He wanted me to tell him more. I told him how I had not tasted his cock yet or felt it till now and how I had anticipated it and wanted to feel it. I begged him to fuck me. He pulled on the chains of the sling and swung me back and forth in his approval until I did feel it’s full girth and length. I was right, had to be at least 9 and very thick. John continued praising me calling me a good cunt. Chris came around to the side of the sling and held the sling still and stuffed his cock in my mouth again, while goatee man began to pile drive my cunt. Sweat ran from my body pooling under me in the sling. Chris chocked me with his cock and my cunt pushed out around goatee mans cock even more. “Oh fuck yea, do that some more, gonna make me cum”. Chris continued his abuse on my throat and I in turn continued to push out against that fat cock inside me. Goatee man slapped my ass repeatedly and told me he was going to give me his poz seed deep in my gut. I became vocal through the fat cock in my mouth and throat trying to yell out yes, yes, please. It took a few more times of Chris forcing his cock in my mouth that caused Goatee man to erupt in my well opened cunt. He shook violently and moaned loudly calling me a filthy poz cum whore that he was going to use again. He dismounted me telling John he’d trained a hot cunt. That made me proud. John told Chris, “get in there man and give him some more. He needs it and wants it don’t you?” he asked. “yes please, fuck me, all of you, flood my cunt like a whores.” I loosely responded. Goatee man said, let’s get the blindfold off him” and came over and removed it. My eyes were flooded immediately in the pool of sweat that had been held back from my forehead. It stung. Goatee man quickly wiped my eyes with a towel and leaned over and kissed me stroking my body with his hand. “Good cunt boy.. fuckn good cunt!” At the same time Chris was lining up to fuck me and I looked between my legs and up in the mirror on the ceiling above me to see his long straight cock taking aim. “Fuck how big is that monster?” I asked. “10 and your cunt will like it just fine.” Before he put his cock in me, I felt his fingers inside of me, and again looking in the mirror watched as his long skinny fingers adjoined together slid fully up my cunt to the widest part of his hand. He could go no further. “yea man, you’re opened up like a total whore.” With that he began stuffing his cock inside me. I watched in awe as he entered me slowly making me take his massive black cock. He looked me in the eye and shoved the last part in until at last, I felt his balls slap my ass. He held still for a moment and then told me how he could feel Mike’s cum in me. Goatee man’s name was Mike. Finally. Chris started a slow motion of fucking me and as he did Mike and John said they’d be right back and left the sling room. Chris and I were alone about 10 minutes all the while he was deep dicking me and drilling me using his fingers to spread me wider around his cock. He’d stick his finger in my cunt and pull it out and suck on it and occasionally would offer it to me. I told him that if my hands were free I’d be scooping it up myself and feeding him and myself from my dripping cunt as he fucked me. He seemed to like that and reaching over my head released one of my restraints. I proceeded to show him my hunger for what was in my cunt and freely dug my fingers in next to his cock and pulled the cum from inside of me and ate it. I did this repeatedly and fed Chris from my fingers too. As I did this John and Mike returned to the room and witnessed my crazed feeding. This set Chris on the edge and he announced he as going to dump his seed in my cunt calling me his bitch and I begged him for it telling him I would soon be eating his cum from my cunt too. He stiffened, holding the sling close to him and I felt his cock jerk in my ass as I clamped down best I could on it. To add to his pleasure, I coughed, I coughed hard and repeatedly, his eyes got wider looking at me with a questioning look on his face and I said, “I don’t have a cock in my throat to let you feel what I gave Mike, so I’m doing the best I can to simulate it.” Chris smiled, blurted out “good cunt boy heres some more cum for you to use tonight” his eyes closed and he moaned loudly dumping his cum deep in my ass. When he settled down, John came over and dragged a larger butt plug through my crack getting it wet with the juices flowing from it. He turned and I knew what he was doing, he was coating it with more Tina he said, “Here’s your candy fucker.” And put the plug back in my open cunt. He unstrapped me and sent me to the den. “Stretch a bit and then sit in your rim seat boy. It’s 5:45, others will be arriving in about 30 minutes.” Chris and Mike came into the den shortly after fully dressed. “Hey pig boy, we have to run but we’ll be seeing you soon.” I thanked them both repeatedly for their cum and for opening my cunt. They smiled and said “No, thanks for the video.” Mike gave me a hand salute walking out the door and back upstairs.

The Tattoo Artist: Chapter 1 I was a gay man in my early 20s with some sleazy, kinky, taboo desires. I always had that streak in me. I love cum so bareback sex made an instant connection with me, and not just any bareback sex, but totally uninhibited bareback sex. Yes, I had a fantasy involving a hot guy, lots of bareback pig play, and him shooting his seed in me. Not just any seed, but poz seed. There was also something edgy and erotic about a tattooed, bareback pig. Seeing heavily inked guys always made my cock hard, and I always wanted to be one of those guys. It just took me a while to decide what type of tattoo I wanted on my body. I researched local tattoo artists for months, but none of their work proved to be of the quality I was looking for. I decided to drive 90 minutes south and attend the annual tattoo convention in Chicago in hopes of finding an artist with a portfolio that impressed me. It was such a lustful trip for me. I also love unusual facial hair like longer goatees and beards and handlebar mustaches. Guys with piercings also turn me on. Tattoos, facial hair, and piercings seem to go hand in hand. The convention center was packed with people covered in ink with a ton of piercings and facial hair of every length and type. The continuous buzz from all the tattoo guns running could be heard throughout the place. Every booth had an artist or two working on fresh ink. I eyed the sexy men between browsing through artists’ portfolios. There was a ton of guys with no shirts on getting inked up at the various booths. Some with sexy hairy chests or a nice treasure trail disappearing into their jeans. My brain was in eye candy overload, and my cock was half erect for most of the show. I rounded the corner walking through the rows of booths and came across a very hot tattoo artist. He looked to be about 28 and was slender with a shaved head. His hair was reddish brown, with a slightly wavy goatee that must have been about a foot long. It ended in a point near his belly button. His mustache had a slight twist of small handlebars at the corners of his mouth. Full sleeves of ink extended from his t-shirt. He even had hand and neck tattoos. He was working on the back piece of a handsome little twink, and he glanced up at me as I approached his booth. He gave me a smile, and a nod of his head to say hello as he returned to his art piece. I stopped and paged through his portfolio. I kept glancing up to look at him while turning the pages. As I turned another page I glanced up to check him out again. My eyes traveled up his sexy body to his face and found him looking directly at me. He smiled at me again, and I quickly turned my eyes back to his portfolio. Sure that he noticed me checking him out, I began to blush. It was hard to keep my eyes off him, though, and I again glanced back at him. He again was looking at me too, and stopped his tattoo work. He told the twink he would be back in a minute to continue and walked toward me. He appeared to have a nice sized cock from the bulge in his jeans. Holding out his hand he said, “Howdy, I’m Zak.” “Isaac, but most people call me Zeek,” as I shook his hand. I again paged through the book of ink, “Is this your work?” “Ah, yes it is.” “Nice work, I like it.” “Well, thanks. Are you looking to get some ink done?” “Yeah, I just don’t know what I want to get yet.” “Do you have any tattoos yet?” “No, it would be my first.” “Are you from Chicago?” “No, but I’m only about 90 minutes north of here in Milwaukee.” “Cool, well, if you would like to talk about it, I can help you with design ideas.” “Awesome, I’d like that.” “Here’s my card. Give me a call, and we can set up a time to talk.” “Thank you, Zak, I’ll do that.” “Nice to meet you.” “Ditto.” With that he returned to his customer to continue his ink, which gave me the perfect opportunity to check out his ass. Just as I imagined, he had one nice butt and I found it hard to look away. When he sat down he again looked at me, and found me staring at him. Zak picked up his tattoo gun, glanced back at me, and gave me a look that set my gaydar off. A smile came across his face. I nodded, smiled back at him staring straight into his eyes then disappeared into the crowd. I wandered the convention center enjoying the hot, inked up men and all the beards and 'staches. Pure heaven for this gay man. I had to piss, and found the bathrooms were lined up with guys waiting to empty their bladders. It took a while waiting in line, but I was next to piss, and a stall opened up. I wasted no time getting into the stall. My cock felt like it could burst from holding back my piss. I closed the door to the stall and quickly unzipped my pants. The entire toilet seat was splattered with piss. I chuckled a little thinking there must be a lot of PA piercings in those pants today, otherwise just a bunch of hot pigs with a bad aim. I let out a full stream of piss, emptying my bladder. It felt good to relieve the pressure, but I quickly found myself fully erect smelling all that piss and testosterone in the air. I also loved piss play, and thoughts of lapping up all the urine from the toilet seat was hard to resist. I stroked my cock a few times, then tucked it back into pants, trying to hide my hard on the best I could. I zipped up again and quickly left the men’s room. I buried myself in the crowd, waiting for my cock to go down then continued to stroll through the packed convention booths. About a week later I came across Zak’s business card in my wallet and decided to give him a call. The phone rang a few times, “Windy City Tattoo, this is Zak.” “Ah, hi Zak, you may not remember me, but I met you at the tattoo convention last week. You told me to give you a call if I wanted to discuss tattoo options.” “Zeek!! Glad to hear from you.” “Wow, you remembered my name.” “Of course I did. So, you want to set up a time to discuss tattoo designs?” “Yeah, are you free any time this week?” “My last appointment should be done around 5:30 tomorrow. Can you get to the shop tomorrow night around 6?” “Sure. I’ll see you then.” “Awesome!! See you tomorrow.” I had a three day weekend so this was the perfect way to kick off my weekend. I left plenty early to try and beat Friday rush hour traffic heading into Chicago. I arrived early, and realized Zak’s tattoo shop was just outside the gay district on Halsted Street, so I wandered around the gay district for a bit. When I returned to Zak’s shop he was just finishing with his last tattoo appointment. He was wearing black biker boots, faded blue jeans, and a white t-shirt. I loved his fully inked sleeves and hands. His entire neck being inked was so hot too. Just the sight of him gave me a partial wood. He invited me to the back of his shop, and we sat on a sofa and discussed the style of tattoos I was looking for. His suggestion of Japanese style tattoos intrigued me. He explained the meaning behind different tattoos in Japanese culture, and I decided my first piece would be a colorful full sleeve with yin yang koi, waves, flowers and filler. Zak sat next to me, and occasionally touched my arm as he discussed options and placement. Our legs were touching as we continued to look at designs. He suggested I remove my shirt, so he could do a quick, rough sketch on my arm. He explained that he liked to just draw out the design directly on the body to get better placement than trying to use transfers. I pulled my t-shirt off, and he began touching my arm, and turning it in different directions. Then he pulled out a marker and started drawing on my skin. His touch began to turn me on, and before I knew it my cock was fully erect. I couldn't hide the bulge that formed in my jeans. It was obvious Zak also noticed my hard cock, but he kept himself focused on drawing on my arm. The sketch began to take shape, and Zak maneuvered my arm into different positions as he continued to draw on my skin. Each time he lowered my arm to my lap his hand brushed again my hard cock, and I noticed his rod was also erect extending down his jean leg. He again moved my arm to a new position and my hand came to rest on his thigh next to his cock while he continued his design. I couldn't resist it any longer, and I brushed my hand against the bulge in his jeans. His cock throbbed against my hand, and before I knew it I was rubbing his cock through his jeans. He stopped drawing on my arm and reached over and massaged my hard rod. Zak leaned over to me and began to French kiss me. Our tongues and lips were locked in a passionate exchange for a bit. Then Zak stood up and saying “I was hoping you would be interested,” as he pulled his t-shirt off over his head revealing a fully inked chest with a sunburst around his belly button that continued down and disappeared into his jeans toward his cock. “Damn, man…..wooooooof!” He pulled me to my feet. We continued to make out, our tongues twisted together in deep, erotic kissing and panting. Zak wrapped his arms around my waist, grabbed my ass with his hands, and pressed our hard cocks against one another through our jeans. We continued to kiss, grinding our bodies against one another; our cocks throbbing with excitement. I was free-balling it and could feel a wet spot forming in my jeans from precum leaking from the head of my shaft. Zak reached for my crotch, rubbing my cock through my pants before unbuttoning my jeans and dropping them to my ankles. He pushed me backward onto the couch. I landed on my ass and leaned back on the sofa in a lounged sitting position, with my cock standing at attention. Zak flipped my shoes off and pulled my jeans from my ankles. He stood up in front of me, kicked his shoes off then unbuttoned his jeans and dropped them to the floor. His cock sprung to attention standing straight in the air, pulsing up and down. The shaft of his tool curved slightly to the left and upward about 8 inches long. His cock was pierced with a large prince albert, and inked with flames leading down the shaft to a black biohazard tattoo centered below his belly button. More ink led to the sunburst around his belly button. The ring to his cock piercing dangled with each pulse of his cock, and precum began to hang from the end of his jewelry. Tattoos covered a good 75% of his body. His body was an erotic piece of art that made my cock dance with excitement at the sight of this stud. “Fuck, you are so hot. I want to be covered in ink like you.” Zak pointed to his biohazard tattoo. His eyes remained locked onto mine, and a playful conversation started, “You know what this one means, don’t you?” “You’re poz?” “Are you okay with that, because I only bareback?” “Yeah,” with a smile on my face, “Are you ok that I’m neg?” “Yep.” “Do you want to cum in me?” “Uh huh.” “Are you into gifting?” “Are you into chasing?” “I could be.” “Then I could be too.” My mouth was like a magnet to his cock. I was on my knees in a flash. I wrapped my lips around the head of his rod, tasting his precum before sliding the full length of his shaft deep into my throat. His cock stiffened in my mouth, and he moaned as my tongue slid back down toward the tip of his shaft. Zak put his hands on the back of my head and slowly face fucked me with the full length of his tool, as he murmurred “That’s it, suck my poz cock. Taste my toxic precum.” As he continued to leak precum down my throat, fucking my throat with his death stick, he remarked “I’d love to do your ink work for you. Maybe I’ll even be marking you with a biohazard tattoo. Would you like that?” “Yes!!” “Want me to poz you, Zeek?” “Yes, charge my ass up, please.” Zak pulled his cock from my mouth and pulled me to my feet. He turned me around and pushed me onto my knees on the couch. “You want my poz cock in your ass?” “Yes, please fuck me. Give me your seed.” I was so turned on I felt like I could shoot my load at the anticipation of taking his charged spunk. He knelt behind me, spread my ass cheeks with a firm grip, and buried his tongue in my hole. It didn’t take long for my puckered hole to surrender as his tongue slipped past my cunt lips. His tongue lubed my hole and slowly worked inside, begging to open me up. Zak gave my ass a deep tongue bath and began to fuck me with its full length. The sensations made me horny as hell, and a strong urge to feel his bare cock buried in my ass burned within me. I moaned, “Please fuck me. I want to feel your cock deep inside me.” Zak continued to rim my ass, and worked a finger inside. He slowly advanced his finger all the way in and out of me then added another, before continuing to lick and fuck me with his tongue. My ass was wet and primed for his shaft. Zak stood behind me and spread my ass cheeks with his hands. I felt his against my cunt, then he slid his slick cock head across my hole, further lubing me with precum. He continued to rub the full length of his rod against my hole, driving me wild to be opened up wide. I felt the steel from his cock piercing fold to the side tight against his cock as he pressed the head of his dick against my hole. He slowly thrust the head of his tool, spreading my ass, and slipping inside. He spit on my hole lubing us both some more for me to take the rest of his meat inside me. I pressed my ass against his rod, and he again thrust inside me. Pain shot through my body and my hole tightened around his shaft as I tensed my body. Zak held his cock in place, “Easy, just relax…..relax.” The pain subsided and I arched my back and again pressed firmly against his cock. Zak grabbed my hips and with one abrupt thrust buried his cock balls deep into my guts. I again tightened my ass around his toxic meat, and let out a little gasp. It hurt so good, but my cock pulsed rock hard. I began to moan with pleasure. This was the first time I had a pierced dick in my hole, and it felt incredible. “You like my pierced cock in you, huh?” “Oh God…..yes!!!” I began to relentlessly pump my ass against his death stick, and Zak joined the rhythm. Tightening his grip on my hips, he pounded my ass hard with each thrust. His balls slapped against my ass with each plunge. “Ah, you’re a hungry pig for my toxic seed, aren’t you?” “Fuck, yes. Poz my faggot ass.” “Slow down, stud. You’ll get my DNA but not until I’m ready to flood your ass.” He held my hips steady, then slowed his pumping motion and continually withdrew his cock to the tip, with just the steel of his piercing remaining in my hole, then again thrust deep inside me, commenting as he did so, “Man, your hole feels awesome wrapped around my cock.” “That's good, 'cause fuck, I love your rod in me.” He continued a slow steady pace, edging himself close to shooting his load in my guts, then stopping, I could feel his cock pulsing a few times deep inside me, then Zak again began working his dick in and out of me. Each time he brought himself close to cumming then backed off. “You want my poz seed in you now?” “Yes, you feel so incredible. Load me up.” He again began to thrust in and out of my hole, but this time he slowly increased his pace, plunging in me harder and faster. “Fuck, I’m really close. You’re getting all my seed.” “You want it pig? Want my charged cum?” “Yes, give it to me.” “Yeah?” “Yes, I want to poz. Give it to me.” I again tightened my ass around his shaft, and he thrust in me one more time. “Here it comes….take my poz load.” He groaned and grunted, as his cock throbbed and pulsed deep in my hole. The sensations of his cum shooting from his death stick deep in my guts pushed me over the edge, and my cock erupted gobs of cum over and over with each throb of my shaft. With his cock still pulsing inside me, he grabbed my shoulders and shoved his cock even deeper in my ass. I couldn’t get enough of Zak’s cock. It felt amazing buried in my cunt. My balls drained themselves of all their seed. My ass was now filled with Zak’s poz juice. As he pulled his cock from my ass, cum trickled and dripped from my gaping hole. I knew he filled me with a huge load of sperm. My intestine walls were coated with his virus. Would it find its way to my bloodstream? The risk was incredibly exciting. I was hooked. There was no stopping it. I was definitely becoming a junkie for poz cum. Zak flopped on the couch next to me, panting and sweating. “Fuck that felt awesome. You have one hot ass.” Grinning and puffing, “It was very hot.” I turned and lay on the couch with my head resting on his thighs at his cock. I licked his mushroom head clean and ran my tongue down his shaft. “So……..am I hired to do your ink?” “How can I say no after a consultation like that?” We remained on the couch, naked. My head rested on Zak’s lap with his beautiful meat before my eyes. A small drop of poz spunk leaked from his piss hole and I lapped it up. We talked for a bit, getting to know each other a little better, while touching and caressing each other’s bodies. Zak told me he was born and raised in Chicago. He always had a fascination with tattoos from an early age on. He started working in a tattoo shop at 15, and after a few years became an apprentice for several years. He was lucky enough to be able to open his own shop a few years ago. Tattooing was something he loved. It was his passion, and all his tattoos had meaning in his life. I ran my hand across his biohazard tattoo. “So how long have you been poz?” “Not long, just a few years.” “Are you on meds yet?” “Ah…..no, so you got a fully charged load. Hope you’re cool with that.” My cock started to bone up. I nodded my head for him to look at my rod, “Does that answer your question?” “I guess so, you hot pig.” “Do you know who pozzed you?” “Yep,” with a slow drawn out descriptive tone, “A hairy, muscular, leather daddy with a beautiful ass and huge, uncut cock.” We both chuckled. “Did you know he was poz?” “You mean, did I chase?” “Yeah, did you want to convert?” “Fuck, yes, and it was one hot breeding.” “So why aren’t you with him?” “We weren’t looking for a relationship. We both got what we wanted from it. I was determined to get his poz load in me, and he was determined to make me work for it. It was an all-out, totally uninhibited, raunchy, verbal, poz fuck.” “It sounds like a hot breeding.” “Poz talk makes it the hottest conversion sex.” After a short pause, “So, when do you think you can get back down here to start your ink?” “Are you free next Friday in the afternoon? I could get down here by 3 or so.” “Ok….Friday at 3 it is. We’ll start your sleeve.” “Great, sounds good.” So, Zeek, what do you do up in Milwaukee?” “Well, let’s see, I like a lot of things. I graduated from college last year and just bought a home. I love doing remodeling and landscaping, so I’m redoing my house, fixing it up. I like being outdoor, hiking, biking, camping; stuff like that. I really enjoy movies, and dining out with buds.” “Cool. So what’s your degree in?” “Marketing and web design.” “Bonus!! If you’re up for it, maybe you can redesign my website for me.” “I’ll show you some of my work. If you like it, I’d love to do that for you.” “Awesome.” We stayed on the couch a bit longer and lye in each other’s arms. His naked body felt so good cuddled up against mine. “Hey, Zeek, do you have to be back in Milwaukee at a certain time? “No, I’m not on any schedule tonight. What did you have in mind?” “Want to go grab a few beers?” “Sure, that would be great.” Neither one of us moved too fast to get up. I think we both enjoyed cuddling together naked, but we reluctantly dragged our asses off the couch and slipped our clothes back on. Zak hung out in boystown at a few of the gay bars so we walked a few blocks to his favorite hang-out for a few beers. Zak introduced me to a few of his buddies that were out. We did a few shots with them then continued some one-on-one chat. “So, Zeek, what else gets you going besides ink, piercings and taking poz cock raw?” I chuckled, “Well, I’m pretty open-minded. I have a bit of a kinky streak in me.” “Oooh, kinky streak, like what? And you can’t shock me, believe me.” “Anything from toys, slings, sounds, to watersports, and more. What about you?” “There isn’t much I wouldn’t do, and everything on your list…… been there, done that. I’m a pig.” He leaned over to me and gave me a gentle nibble on my lip before planting a wet kiss on me. Standing up from his bar stool, Zak circled behind me and put his hands on my shoulders. He whispered in my ear, “I have to piss if you want a taste.” He made his way to the men’s room and looked back at me with a grin. You didn’t have to tell me twice. I was off my bar stool in a flash and following him to the bathroom with my beer in hand. When I walked into the bathroom, Zak already had his pants unzipped and his pierced meat dangled at the urinal. I walked up behind him and grabbed his ass. He turned to face me and pushed me to my knees. I took his cock in my mouth, and he held me still with his hands on my shoulders. “Fuck, here it comes.” As the first drops of piss hit my tongue I must have sprung an instant boner. I loved drinking from the tap. Zak’s warm piss sprayed from his cock filling my mouth. It had just a slight bitter taste to it, but was pretty watered down from the beer. I was like a hungry pig sucking its mother’s tit, wanting every drop of piss down my throat. Zak repeatedly stopped his urine stream, giving me just enough time to gulp down all of his nectar before letting his piss flow again in my mouth. My cock throbbed over and over again. He pulled his cock from my mouth and the last few sprays and drops of piss landed on my face, stache and beard. It was as if he was marking his territory. I stood up, slammed the rest of my beer in front of him then held the bottle to my cock head. I let out a full stream of piss filling my bottle to the top. I took a swig of my own piss then Zak took the bottle from my hand and left the bathroom. When I returned to the bar, he was sitting on his bar stool drinking from my beer bottle in front of everyone. They had no idea he was actually swigging my sweet cock nectar and not beer. After tipping another beer together and an erotic farewell kiss, I left for Milwaukee. On my drive up I94 I had time to think outside the heat of the moment. Even though I had fantasized for a long time about taking a poz cock raw, that was the first time I actually went through with it. A little fear set in knowing I could possibly poz from Zak’s DNA planted deep in my hole. I debated pulling into the Oasis pit stop, heading to the bathroom and emptying his seed from inside me. Those thoughts were quickly diverted by my cock boning up over thoughts of how awesome his hard shaft felt in me, and that having his poz cum in me also turned me on. The thoughts of his hot naked, inked body danced through my head. The smell of his piss still lingered on my beard and stache. My cock again throbbed in my jeans. I never even considered myself an actual chaser, but found myself craving more of his toxic spunk. The Oasis was just ahead, but I drove on past as my car continued down I94; my cock raging hard and my ass twitching full of Zak’s charged cum. I still had some fear in me, but I knew there was no turning back. I began to accept that I wanted to charge up, and I wanted Zak to be my gifter. The Tattoo Artist: Chapter 2 Unable to sleep, I got out of bed, and started my day. Today was a special day for several reasons. It was my 23rd birthday, and it was also Friday, the day of my first tattoo session with Zak. I was a little anxious and nervous, but excited to be seeing him again. I wanted to start my journey becoming a heavily inked pig, but I was not sure how much it would hurt. I turned on Netflix and watched some episodes of Miami Ink. Seeing hot Ami James and all his sexy ink just got me turned on and more determined than ever to go through with it. It was what I wanted. I decided to get dressed and cruise down to Chicago early. It was a perfect day for a drive, sunny and warm. I rolled down the windows and cranked the music. The air felt invigorating blowing across my body. I arrived in Boystown well ahead of my tattoo time with Zak, so I decided to browse the shops in the area. I came across a cool bookstore and bought a tattoo magazine. I also found an awesome pair of black biker boots, and a few t-shirts. Then I came across an adult bookstore and couldn’t resist checking out their gear. I ended up walking out with a “pig” t-shirt and a new yellow “piss pig” jock. After my little shopping spree I headed for the tattoo shop. I arrived a little early for my appointment. Zak greeted me with a hug and told me I could have a seat on the sofa while he finished up with his client. He grabbed me a bottle of water, and I sat down in the same place where just a week earlier I was taking Zak’s poz cock raw. The thought of it just gave me a major erection. I tried to find a distraction to get my boner to stop poking at my jeans. After all, Zak and his client were within eye’s shot. At least his client had his back to me. I found Zak’s portfolio sitting on the table next to the sofa. I browsed through the pages, but seeing his ink work only made my cock harder. I glanced at Zak, and he happened to look up at me. I immediately grinned back at him and stood up to show him my raging hard on through my jeans. I rubbed my crotch, and he chuckled then gave me a look that said, “Behave yourself.” I returned to the sofa and remembered an article I read several years earlier about a guy that popped wood at an inappropriate time and tried to “kill” the “snake” that had come to life in his pants by thinking about greasy dishes. (Why the hell I remember that article I have no idea). Maybe that would kill the beast in my pants. I tried to concentrate on dirty dishes, but all I could think about was stripping naked and having Zak fuck the hell out of me and unload his poz seed in my ass. My hard cock raged on. I grabbed a pillow for my lap to camouflage the bulge in my pants. After about a 15 minute wait, Zak poked his head around the corner and told me to follow him to his tattoo station. He walked to the entrance and locked the front door. “Now we’re all alone. No interruptions.” I pointed to my pants, “Good, because something is still up.” Zak laughed, “You’re becoming a cum-crazed pig. You know that don’t you?” “Yeah, and I love it.” I took a seat at his work station, and he walked up to me from behind. He put his hands on my shoulders, bent down and ran his tongue across the back of neck. He kissed my neck, nibbled my earlobe then worked his way to kissing my cheek. His tongue licked across my upper lip and he buried it into my mouth and started to make out with me, swirling his tongue with mine. Zak showed me his now hard cock bulging through his jeans, “As much as I want to tear your clothes off and fuck you right here, we won’t get anything done that way.” “And why is that a bad thing?” He again chuckled, “Let’s focus on your ink. We can play after.” “Oookkkaaayyy, ok.” “So are you ready to get started, sexy?” “Yeah, I’m ready.” “Awesome.” He grinned, “Besides, I’ll kill your hard on in no time when you feel the needle.” I chuckled and smiled at him, “You seem to be getting too much pleasure from that.” “I probably am, but there’s only one way to find out. Let’s get started. I made a few sketches for you to take a look at. If you like them I’ll use the one you want.” After looking at both designs, I had a hard time deciding between the two. Both were so cool. “Wow, I’d be happy with either design. They rock!!” “Well then, can I make a suggestion? This one is my favorite, because I think it will follow the curves of your arm the best.” “Cool. Then that’s it. It’s the one.” “Great. Get your shirt off and I’ll start the layout.” I pulled my shirt off over my head and sat down in the chair again. Zak was grinning at me. “What? What’s wrong?” “Nothing, I’m happy you are here, and allowing me to give you your first tattoo. That and you have one hot, trim body.” He pulled his chair next to mine, and took me by the hand. He positioned my arm and started the sketch. “This tattoo is going to look so cool on you, Zeek.” After about 10 minutes Zak completed the rough layout, and started to set up his ink. “Go look in the mirror and let me know if you’re happy with the layout.” I walked to the mirror and checked out the design. “It looks perfect.” “Awesome, get your sweet ass over here.” “Yes sir.” “Have a seat and get your arm up here. I’ll start out slow so you can see how it feels. We’ll work on it as long as you can. If you need a break, just let me know.” I sat in the “hot seat” again. I was nervous and excited all rolled up into one. Zak positioned my arm, “Here we go. You’re about to lose your tattoo virginity.” The familiar buzz of the tattoo gun filled the room, and my adrenaline rush kicked in. Zak rubbed a dab of aquaphor onto the first spot and the needle pierced my skin and the first line was inked in no time. I was happy to find the pain tolerable. It felt more like an annoying pinching sensation than anything. I also quickly discovered that I like to watch. I like to see the needle entering my skin watching the tattoo take shape. Guess that doesn’t come as a surprise to me, since I love visual stimulation with sex too. Seeing piss or cum shooting from a hot cock, or watching a hard piece of meat sliding in and out of a gaping ass is totally erotic. I like eye contact while getting fucked too. There definitely is a sexual side to the process of getting tattooed. The needle poked my arm again and snapped me back to reality. After about an hour and a half or so of turning my arm this way and that way, and switching to lying on the table, while Zak carved his design into my arm, the line work was finished. “How are you doing, Zeek? Need a break for a few?” “Sure. A stretch break would be good.” “How does it feel?” “It’s definitely burning a little, but it’s ok.” “Cool, we won’t finish in one session so let me know when you need to end. I’ll let you call it.” I walked over to the mirror to check out my new ink. Zak appeared behind me in the mirror, slipped his arm around my waist and kissed me gently on the neck. “It’s looking so hot on you, Zeek.” “I love it so far.” “Wait until you see the color start to fill it in. It will come to life.” Zak returned to his seat and set up the colors needed in his ink caps. After about 5 minutes, “I’m ready for you, Zeek. Let’s start shading in that sucker.” This time Zak had me lay on the table to start. He positioned my arm straight out away from my body. “Damn, Zeek, you make me want to tear those jeans off and fuck you right here.” Zak wheeled his chair to the side of the table and kissed me on the belly. I caressed the back of his head. His lips felt incredible on my skin, and his beard tickled my side. My cock certainly responded to his touch. It was already half erect. “I’d love to seed you right now.” “As hard as this is to say, Nah uh, it’s ink time. We can play soon enough.” He said, “I know, I know…..Focus.” The buzz of his tattoo gun kicked in again, and the color started on my sleeve. About 2 ½ hours later we were finished for the day. A bunch of color was completed and it was looking awesome, but my arm was also on fire. Zak cleaned up sleeve, and lightly rubbed a thin coat of aquaphor onto my skin. “That’ll cool it down, Zeek. Go check it out, man.” I walked to the mirror. “Oh my God, Zak, I love it.” He walked over to me at the mirror. “Wait till it’s finished. It’s going to look awesome.” He wrapped my arm then taped it in place then returned to his work station and began to clean it up. I continued to look at myself in the mirror, admiring my new ink. “It’s going to bleed a little and leak ink a bit, Zeek, so clean it when you get home. Put the aquaphor on it a few times a day while it heals.” “Ok….no problem.” Zak again appeared behind me in the mirror. He pulled his t-shirt off, put his arms around my waist and pulled my body tight against his. I could feel his hard cock against my ass. My dick quickly boned up. I reached back and slipped my hand between us to grab his hard dick. I rubbed his hard rod through his jeans. His cock throbbed in my hand, and Zak let out a moan of pleasure and began kissing my neck. As he whispered in my ear, “I want to fuck you raw, right here and right now,” he rubbed my hard cock, and unbuttoned my pants. He reached down into my pants and stroked my meat. My jeans dropped to my ankles, and Zak began to grind his cock against my bare ass. I could feel the wetness on the head of my cock as my precum leaked from my piss hole. Zak smeared my juice onto my shaft then put his wet hand over my mouth. I stuck my tongue out and licked up my precum from his hand. Zak slipped his thumb into my mouth, and I began to suck it. While he continued to kiss my neck from behind me, he unbuttoned his jeans and dropped them to the floor. I grabbed his ass and pressed his cock tight into my ass cheeks. Zak again moaned then grasped me around the waist and chest. He kept grinding his cock between my ass cheeks. “Fuck, you feel so good, Zeek. I want to feel my cock inside you. Give you what we both want. “Yes, you know I want it. Charge me up, Zak. Please fuck me.” I stepped out of my jeans and kicked them aside. I was now naked with Zak’s cock pressed hard against my ass. His precum began to lube my hole as he continued to rub his hard cock between my cheeks. He kicked his jeans off. Our bodies were both naked. The touch of Zak’s skin against my body sent chills up my spine, and I could already feel the sweat forming between us. Zak held me tightly from behind with his arm across my chest, and with a firm grip caressed my ass cheeks and rubbed his hand across my hole. My ass tightened and puckered while my cock stiffened and throbbed. Zak kissed me on my mid back, then on my side, and raised my arm above my head to bury his tongue in my arm pit. He continued to lick my pit, lapping up the scent off my body. He moved in front of me then pressed his lips to mine and slipped his tongue into my mouth. I could taste my salty sweat on his lips and tongue. He spit in my mouth, and we continued to exchange saliva, while twisting our tongues together. With a firm grip on the back of my neck, we continued deep, erotic, French kissing for a few minutes. Then he hugged me and kissed my neck. He nibbled my ear lobe and buried his tongue in my ear while we ground our naked bodies against one another. Zak backed away from me, and snuck in one more kiss on my lips, then took me by the hand, our cocks both standing at attention and rock hard. He led me to the sofa where he first planted his seed in me the week before. He motioned to the couch, “Get on your knees, and spread those cheeks.” I eagerly obeyed. Zak knelt behind me and spread my cheeks wide with a firm grip. My puckered hole twitched with excitement, and he gave me one slap on the ass before burying his tongue into my ass. I arched my back and after continuous prodding and licking my hole opened up and his tongue slipped inside. He buried his tongue as deep as he could into my ass. The sensations sent chills through my body, and my hole begged to be filled by his cock. Zak gave one last grasp to my ass cheeks and a little massage. He stood up and then lounged back in a sitting position next to me on the sofa. His cock stood straight in the air. “Get your mouth on my cock and lube it up.” I shot onto the floor on my knees and slid the full length of his shaft down my throat. My tongue slid along his cock, and I began for work his dick in and out of my mouth. I continued to suck Zak’s cock, and it throbbed and pulsed in my mouth, spilling sweet precum down my throat. Zak grabbed the back on my head, shoving his cock deep down my throat. “Yeah, work that poz cock, swallow that charged precum.” He held his cock buried all the way in my mouth setting off my gag reflex, and making my eyes water. “Get up here and ride my cock. I want to see my meat slide all the way inside you.” I stood on the sofa, my legs straddling Zak’s, my pole standing straight up; balls dangling in front of his face. He tugged on my sack and engulfed both of my balls into his mouth. He sucked my balls, and licked them before grasping them with his hand and pulling them down to devour my cock down his throat. He sucked my rod for a few minutes, then said, “Sit on my poz cock, boy.” He spit in his hand, and as I lowered myself toward his hard shaft he smeared his spit onto my hole and lubed his cock with a few wet strokes. He directed the head of his meat toward my hole. His eyes were fixed on the head of his shaft as I squatted above his tool. I slowly lowered myself onto his cock. His PA ring and dick head pressed at my asshole, and with a quick thrust his cock head slipped inside. With a slow, steady motion my ass lips slid down the full length of his shaft. His hard cock was all the way inside me. Zak grabbed my hips and buried his cock even deeper in me. “FFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!!! Feel my poz rod in you. My PA is going to tear you up.” His cock stiffened in me, and his PA stretched my hole with each pulse of his meat. Zak cupped his hands onto my ass, and spread my cheeks wide open. I began to ride is pole all the way in and out of me with slow, steady motions. He groaned each time I took his cock all the way inside me. “Fuck, yes Zak!” The sensations were driving me wild. My cock was stiff and pulsing. Zak again grabbed my waist and began to shove me down onto his cock faster and harder, thrusting his hips each time to drive his death-stick all the way inside me. I could feel his PA further stretching and working my hole raw with each slam of his cock into my hole. It felt amazing. “Damn, Zeek, I can’t hold out much longer. You want my poz load?” “Fuck, yes. Breed me. Make me your poz pig.” My ass tightened around his shaft. “Oh, fuck, yes, here it comes. I’m going to poz you up, pig.” Zak thrust inside me. I felt his cock throb over and over again. As he filled my guts with his DNA, I stroked my cock, erupting cum onto his face, and beard. He opened his mouth. My cock continued to pulse, and I shot more of my jizz across his lips onto his tongue. While my cock still throbbed, I slowly worked the length of his shaft in and out of my ass. “Fuck, yes, Zeek, work my poz babies into you.” Blood tinged cum dripped from my ass with each plunge down his cock. Then I sat on his cock until I felt it stop throbbing inside me. I pulled his dick from my ass, and it slapped against his biohazard tattoo. His meat was covered with streaks of pink tinged cum. “Fuck, yes. Look at that, Zeek. Keep my virus in you. It definitely has access to your bloodstream.” Zak scooped up his blood streaked cum from his cock and put his fingers into my mouth. I licked and sucked them clean, swallowing every drop. Blood dripped from the edge of the bandage covering my freshly inked arm. It splattered onto Zak’s biohazard tattoo and cock. He ran his fingers down his shaft through my blood, across his lips and tongue. I kissed his mouth, tasting my blood on his lips. Still puffing and panting, “Fuck, Zeek. That was so hot. I love fucking my poz cum into your ass.” “I love feeling you shoot your toxic seed in me.” We need to change your bandage. Zak removed the wrapping from my arm and walked to his station for more bandages. I enjoyed looking at his naked body. It was such a turn on to me. He returned with more supplies and reapplied the bandage to my arm. We lie naked in each other’s arms on the sofa. “When can you get back down here to see me? We can continue your ink after a few weeks too. Let this heal a bit first.” “I definitely can get here in two weeks to continue my ink.” “How about we go on a date next weekend and an ink session two weeks from tonight same time?” “Sounds perfect to me.” “You know, you could possibly be ready for a biohazard tattoo in two weeks too.” I smiled, “Fuck yes.” My cock started to bone up at that thought, and I planted a slow, passionate kiss onto Zak’s lips. “Zeek, I want you to know something. I don’t want to just poz you. I like you, and not just a little. I like you a lot. I want you to be my boyfriend, my poz pig. What do you say?” “I’d like that a lot.” We continued to make out on the sofa. Our naked bodies pressed tightly together. Before we knew it both of our cocks were fully boned up again. We began to grind our bodies together. Zak kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, “Zeek, I want to give you my DNA again. Make you my poz boy……….”

I met him in 2009. He had been in the country for five years, living in NYC but had recently moved to San Francisco. The second I saw his big, veiny, uncut cock on BBRT, I knew I had to get it in my cunt. I liked his status, which was listed as poz + other. The only status which turned me on more was do not care. We met at the hot tubs on Van Ness Avenue. I liked the place as I could fuck and not worry about getting blood on the sheets or piss on the rug, which would be the case if I got fucked at home. I didn't ask what the other in his status was, it really didn't matter. I fucking wanted it - I wanted every fuckin' thing he had. That cock didn't disappoint, it was a thing of beauty: thick, long and shiny. It flopped out of his suit pants, hard and dripping. He bent me over and rammed it home. I was being used like a hole, just like I wanted it. My insides were being torn up. By the time this fuck got sloppy, I would be lubed-up with a mixture of his precum and my blood. My whimpers turned into begging as we were running out of time. I begged for his poz load. The sheets and my ass were soaked with pink froth, my cunt was a hungry gaping hole. He was piston-fuckin' to get his nut. Softly he whispered in my ear "You want my strain, pig?"

I fucking love craigslist, grindr, and scruff. I fucking love the boys who "just wanna try." I'm 42 years old 5'8 210 stocky and large with fat muscle, beer fucking belly and a fat 8.7 inch dick 7.5 inches thick. I drink too much, and I smell like cigarettes. I shaved my head cuz of balding and I've a full beard, salt and peppered. With a hairy chest, hairy legs and pits and cock, I'm the one who takes away a boy's dignity. Oh yeah, I'm half Cuban, half Mexican, and ever since college I've been popping boys' asses, and making them moan and scream. Boys with daddy issues hit me up just with a, "hey" or a "sup" but I know they're just saying, in so many words 'I'm alone, I have no clue what I'm doing, just use my ass. Let me give you tonight's example'. I'm at the club, checking out the hot boys rubbing my crotch having a beer, when that all too familiar ding hums from my phone. I load grindr and there's a the profile pic. 21 year old latino some words in french I couldn't give a shit about 5'6 155 toned Chat, Friends, Safe Sex Only a black and white torso pic of a well defined chest some definied abs and a treasure trail leading off the screen. My profile: No pic 40 years old Long and Thick Daddy. Cherry popper. I got a strong headboard, you can hold on to it while I break you over it. BB only. Cuffs come on if you try to run. Will make your hole wet, wink, and cream. "Hey" he said. I send him a headless picture of my naked torso, including me holding my rock hard cock. "Wow," he responded. I send him my address, telling him to be there in 15 minutes - with a clean ass. "I'm not looking" he answered. I don't respond, but instead just chugged my beer and left for home. As I live five minutes from the club, I got to my front door in no time. I dropped my pants and start stroking. I loved the feeling of my hard cock in hand, the feeling of my veins pulsating as the blood surged towards my cock head. I grabbed a bottle of poppers and took a huff as I walked around the house, pulling on my cock, wearing only an extra large black T-shirt and my sneakers. My phone hummed again. It was the boy. "What's up?" I took a pic of myself sitting on my couch where there is a mirror facing of the wall and sent it to him. "That's fucking huge" he responded, and then sent a pic of his back and ass. He's smooth down the back, and has a defined back. He obviously works out. Maybe plays some sort of sport. His butt looks soft and grab-able. I send him my address one more time, but I can already see the distance off the app has changed. He's eight miles closer than before, and I haven't moved that far. "Get over here." A few minutes pass and I go to the guest bedroom. The type of guest for which it's intended is obvious. The windows are painted black so no street light shines in. I flipped on the light and a red and blue light comes on with the ceiling fan. I checked over the two mattresses which have no sheets, just straps to hold them down and a thick metal head board that is bolted into the wall with more straps. I flip on the video camera so it started running silently and checked the battery. Many a cherry explosion I have filmed. I'm good at this. Breaking in these boys is what I live for. The hum from my phone drummed on again. "I think I'm outside" he said. I checked to see a little Nissan parked across the street. Hitting the garage remote, the garage door opened. I send him a message: Pull into the garage. I heard him come inside, and could even hear his heavy breathing. I walked to the control panel and clicked the button. With that the garage door to closed behind the boy. When I hear the door lock closed, I walked out into the garage sporting my thick erect cock. I walked right past him and double-locked the garage door, and then turned so he could watch me stroke. I wagged my dick, inviting him, and he took the bait. He approached me, and I gestured for him to kneel, and when in position, I took control of his skull, and pushed my slimy cock head in between his lips. He immediately opened-up and accepted my cock, moaning as he struggled to establish a sucking rhythm and yet breath around my shaft. "Mmmmm," I told him, adding "Good boy." He clearly liked my praise and redoubled his efforts. Breathing heavily, he tried a new approach, by moving his head side to side, rather than taking me straight down. My size was obviously a challenge for his soft mouth and smooth face. "Good little fucker," I edged him on. Puling him off my cock, I lead him into the living room where I told him to strip. He had an undeniably great body. He's probably a a runner or maybe a swimmer, I thought, as I admired the hard muscles that defined his frame, noting he was mostly smooth, but had big patches of hair in all the right places. I threw off my shirt. I might have been muscular, but I was no where near his definition. Again I offered him my cock, and again he dropped to his knees, and began to suck me. Then, just to put him in his place, I pulled back on his hair so he was looking up at me, and I spat a nice fat shot on his face. The pretty little Latino looked like he was drunk on my spit. Holding the sides of his head, I started skull-fucking him. He choked, and gagged, spat-up. Naturally I rubbed all of his juices on his face. Then I again spat on him, and once more shoved my cock back down his throat. He was loving the treatment. His jock boy nose was running, and I suspect he wanted to say 'Slow down' or maybe 'Stop', but his dignity was slowly slipping away. But then that was why he had come to see me. So I coaxed him, telling him how pretty he looks, how hot he was. I told him what a good boy he was and how much I loved his sloppy running blow job. And I do love a sloppy blowjob. He was drooling, his eyes were tearing-up, his nose was running. I wiped all the fluids over his face and spat on him again. His eyes rolled into the back of his head. High off my cock. I love watching boys take their time on my cock, worshiping daddy dick like they've always wanted to do. I grabbed my poppers and offered the boy a hit. He looked at me, obviously confused, and pulled off my cock long enough to ask "What's that?" It took enormous self restraint not to slap his teeth out, but then again, there's always plenty of time for that. I smiled, and laughed a bit. "It makes you relax and super hard and horny," I replied as I pushed the bottle near his nose and watched while he gingerly took a small whiff. "Don't be scared, boy, take it deep like you want to." He smiled back at my suggestion and took a deep huff. I could see his toned chest expand. I reached-down and cupped his pecs in my hands, tracing the line down the center. He was hard and fit. He clearly worked-out regularly. "You lift boy?" I asked. His eyes fluttered. The poppers were clearly hitting him. "Yeah...." I let his head float back down on my cock and watched as the boy became more like a puppy, sucking and licking all the more intently. I love boys getting high off the poppers. They finally stop caring about the slobber running up and down their faces. They just love the feeling of that rock hard cock moving in and out and slapping their face. He started breathing really hard, so I handed him the poppers again. Yeah, he had the rhythm of things. He took another hit and kept going. His chin was dripping from choking on my cock, and my balls and cock were slick and wet. I couldn't help but smile; his tight ass was calling to me. I pulled him off my cock and directed him to the guest bed room where I handed him a bottle of poppers and told him to take a sniff. He had gotten so high just off the blow job that the rest would be easy. Cautiously, he walked into the dimly lit room, where I ordered him to drop his boxers and get up on all fours on the bed. He responded saying "I don't wanna get fucked." I realized these were the first words to escape his lips since my cock had slipped out with so much slobber and spit. "I just wanna taste your hole, boy." He paused considering the options. I took the decision out of his hands by placing my hands on his waist and guiding him to the mattresses and pulling down his shorts. He shaved his hole. I thought to myself 'The boy don't wanna get fucked my ass'. I took my time spreading his cheeks and blowing soft air on his hole, then I took a hit of the poppers and blew again, handing him the bottle in the process. I then heard him take a deep breath, and as he did so, I slowly ran my fat tongue behind his balls sack and trailed upwards towards his smooth soft hole. "Ohhhhhhhhh" breathes out while goose bumps run up his leg and I let my tongue roll around and around his lil boy hole while slowly guiding it back down behind his sack and up toward the top of his crack wetting that hole. His moaning is getting lil louder. I push lil harder pressing my tongue up on his hole. I can feel it start to move on my mouth and lips. He's loving it so much hes trying to take control of his hole. trying to let my tongue in so I can start tongue fucking him like he really wants. He's moaning in a beat now. Music to my fucking ears. his hole opens just a pinky width and my tongue takes full advantage pushing in. "OHHh fuck." He moans neck and head moving straight up and back. I hold his hips and pull my tongue out. then push it back in. He grabs his cock without being able to hold out. So i grab his hands and guide them to their proper position. His ass cheeks. He starts to pull his ass apart. He's becoming so ripe for the picking but I like to make him really beg for it. "You like me eating that hole boy?" I ask before pushing my tongue into him again. His hole trying to accept more but not knowing how to open since he has no hole control. "uh-huh" He's moaning into the mattress, so I push my to my tongue fucking to the next level. Out and in and out and in and out and deep in really licking into his ass walls before I slap his ass and ask again "You like me eating that as boy?" "Fuck yes!" He calls out I slap his ass again "Yes Sir! Boy!" I command "Yes Sir!" He calls out "Yes Fuck Sir!" "Good boy!" And I push my tongue back into his crack while he continues moaning as my tongue assaults his hole teachinig to relax, accept and open. "Keep talking boy! Tell sir how much you like me in your hole!" I dive back in "I fucking love it sir. I fucking love it. Oh fuck yes" He pauses to moan. "Did I say stop boy! Tell me you want me in that hole" "Yes sir fuck!" He's starting to get it, but still doesn't get what I'm leading him into "Yes sir I love it. Oh god Yes Please don't stop!" "That's right boy I won't stop. And you don't stop telling daddy how much you love me in your hole!" Diving in again "Fuck yes daddy. Yes sir. Oh. My. Gaaawwd. I love it. I love it. Its all yours daddy It's you hole. I love you in my hole sir. Fuck FUck fuck fuck fuck. Yes Oh my god. fucking yes fucking yes." "Don't you dare stop boy!" "I won't daddy. Don't stop daddy. Fuck yes daddy." It goes on and on and on till he finally lets it out. My tongue Is pushing into his hole with almost no problem. Hes crack is dripping down his legs with my spit when his moans finally say, "Oh My god yes Yes yes Yes OHHH.Fuck yes. Fuck yes I love it daddy I fucking love u in my hole. Its all yours daddy. Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck yes FUck Me DaddyFuck my Hole!" Just the words I was waiting for. I spread his legs and push my cock against his hole. Tooooo fucking tight, even now, except now he was freezing and scared. His moans stopped the second the fat mushroom cock head kissed his wet pink pucker. The hole shut-up so very fast. I leaned over him, my belly filling the small of his muscular back, and my hairy chest and stomach dripping sweat on his sweat as I whispered into his ear, saying "Don't you dare stop, boy!" Then, as I held his hips, I ordered him to "Tell Daddy how much you like me eating your hole." "I like you eating my hole, Daddy." He was shaking. "You like me inside don't you boy" "Fuck yes daddy. But I don't wanna get fucked." His hole, however, was saying something else. I could feel the his pucker kissing my cock head. I push him the poppers and he takes them and tries to look behind him, but I was already pushing my cock head onto his wet hole, which was so slick from my spit. "I'm gonna fuck you so good, boy. I'm gonna open up that hole and make it cream and wet and make you learn how to make it wink." He pulled forward. The kid was fast and strong but I was on top of him and he didn't really want to get away, or he would have done more to stop me when I grabbed the restraints and fastened them around one hand and then the other. He resisted only a little when he realized the cuffs were chained to the head board. "What the fuck are you doing?" He was trying to act tough. I slapped his ass and buried my tongue back into his hole, roughly eating and tongue-fucking and sucking and chewing on his hole. He was moaned all over again. "Ah fuck, man, stop. Man ....fuck...oh my god...oh fuck..." I slapped his ass, "Yes SIR, boy!" "Fuck, SIR!. Oh my god, SIR, please, no fuck!" He kept on and one as I roughly chewed on his hole, which was getting redder and slicker. In between eating his hole, I'd rub the pre-cum from my swollen cock head onto his pussy hole, pushing it in. I knew he was going to be my bitch. I grabbed his hips pushing my cock and I felt it give way. Just a milimeter, but that was enough sign for me. I kept pushing. "FUUUUCK!" he yelled , but I held his hips pulling them toward me till his hole gave way and my cock head popped it. "AHHHHHHHHH!" he yelled. "OH FUCK! It hurts, bro! It hurts!" I got the poppers bottle and pushed them under his nose. He took the bottle and began to take large hits. I felt the heat his body, and I could feel his hole relax just a bit more, so I pushed-in further. Two and half inches after my cock head had breeched his hole, he was heaving. "Oh my god. Oh my fucking god. Oh my fuckkkking god!" "That's right, boy! You worship this fucking cock now." I pressed in another two inches spitting on his hole while I held his hips. He was groaning the whole way in, sucking down poppers like water. No time like the present, so I gave him the gift of my last four inches, hard and fast. He let out a guttural, manly yell. His chest dropped down on the mattress. "OH FUCK." He finally said breathing heavily Damn right I thought. His ass was wet with his sweat and mine dripping down my gut onto him and his back. I spat on him, thinking that 'though I 'd rimmed him good and deep, inside the boy was probably pretty dry. "Time to make some cream, boy." "OH my GAWFUUCKOHFUCKOH FUCK. OH. FUCK. FUCK FUCK FUCK. OH FUCK." I began to make a steady rhythm on his hole. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. OH MY FUCK. FUCK. GOD FUCK FUCK FUCK. OH MY GAWFUCK! It was a steady beat and he accented every thrust with the obvious. I spat on my dick on every 10 or 20th thrust. First cherry began to flow on my cock. At least the boy was clean. Red spooge began to cover my cock and my lil bitcheshole. then he started moaning slower "Oh my godddddd.....ohhhhh fuck........oh oh ohhhhhhhhh yeahhhh...." His hole was opening. It had adjusted to my length, and was starting to get accustomed to my girth. "Fuck daddy..." he moaned. "You like that cock, boy?" "Fuck yesssss...." He was in high heaven. "Fucking ohhhhhhhhh...." I pulled my dick all the way out saw his pink hole had gone red. I plunged back in. "OHHHHHFUUUCK" I did it again. "OHHHMYGAWD" And again. "Fuuuuuckyeahdaddy!" So I was fucking his hole all the way in and out. He took it like a champ. Louder and harder. Moaning how much he loved my cock. was popping his hole when I first started to notice the cream. His hole began foaming white and thick and juicy. Cream coated my dick slippery and wet, as spit and pre-cum did it's work. He was backing up on my cock to the rhythm of my thrusts. "Oh fuck daddy. Daddy, Daddy Oh fuck" "You a good lil cum hole now boy. Look at that hole creaming up and shit," I told him, asking "You like that, boy?" "Fuck yes daddy. Oh dadddy daddy daaaaaaddddy." Cream dripping down his thighs. "You like this cock boy?" "Yes, Daddy," his muscled back making a wave back at my thrust. "Daddy wants to get deeper in that hole boy." "Fuck daddy. "Flip over boy." I grabbed the key from the drawer right next to the bed stand and unhooked his cuffs. He turned over on his back and His legs were shaking. I pulled them up on my chest and slid my dick in. His head rolled with pleasure. "Fuuuuuuuuckdadddddy!!!!" the muscle boy whined. "Oh my god!!!!" as I went balls deep and dug around. His abs were flexing his muscles all tense from the stress of taking his first big cock and maybe even his first cock ever. I kept deep-drilling his hole fucking and fucking and fucking. His head swung from side to side, moaning. He grabbed under his thighs and looked at me eyes buldging when I went in and closed after a few thrusts "Oh baby fuck daddy. Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me oh my god just fuck me." I pushed my cock deep into him, and unloaded my cum deep into his guts. His eyes were wide open, staring at me as my cum flooded his insides. He kept silent as rope upon rope of my cum filled his hole. I made it a point to slip my cock in and out of his ass, moving the cum up and down his hole until I finally got soft and fell-out of his hole. I wiped-off the jizz which remained on my dick and rubbed it on his face, down his chest, and on his abs. He laid there motionless just breathing, looking at me as I threw on my T-shirt and walked out of the room. I grabbed his clothes from the living room and tossed them to him as he lay in the dark room. I could see him try to figure-out how his legs worked. "Can I use your bathroom?" he asked. His face and body were caked with cum and spooge. "No. You go home wearing that." He looked shocked. He slid into his clothing and I showed him to the door. He sort-of waddled out. No doubt cum was pouring out his hole. And, of course, there was no doubt he was sore. I watched him stumble back to his Nissan. Twice I thought I saw his knees give away, but in any event he got to the car, climbed in, and drove off. Naturally I waved goodbye when he drove off. He'll be back. He did, after all, forget his wallet. I had placed in on the counter near the door when I was giving him his pants but I guess he hadn't noticed it. I logged into my e-mail address to check on the craigslist advertisement I had posted before I went to the club. Probably wouldn't fuck but maybe could get someone to keep sucking my dick. My email loaded. The first e-mail showed the headless torso pic of a 25 year old jock stud. The message read Hey, masc stud just looking to JO with another masc bro...you got a nice cock. I fucking love craigslist, grindr and scruff and these boys who "Just wanna try."

I'd just moved into town with my wife but she was away for a few days at a conference. Having been bored to death watching TV the night before I knew I didn't want to stay at home so decided to take cab into the centre of town to see what bars were open. Not being a massive club man I saw a bar that looked pretty welcoming & thought I'd stick my head in for a little while and have a couple of drinks. As I walked in I could tell pretty quickly that it was a gay bar, and while not totally my scene, I certainly didn't feel intimidated. I just thought that I'd have one or two & then get a cab home. There was a small dancefloor and stage & apart from that there didn't seem too much room, apart from a seat at the bar. I asked the guy who looked like he was alone if he minded me sitting there & pulled up the chair next to him. We got to some polite chat and I found out that he was new in town as well. Sam had just moved from interstate after the break-up of his relationship and was looking for a fresh start. Although he was in his 50s he certainly didn't look 25 years older than me. He had a bit of grey in his hair & I could tell he'd looked after himself because he was wearing a tight business shirt. He was just going to have a quiet drink or two as well before heading home. All of a sudden the DJ's booming voice came over the PA, "ALRIGHT EVERYONE, IT'S COUPLES DANCE TIME!!!!" We both looked at each other with an "oh god" look on our face as it seemed everyone except us was a couple ad they moved out onto the dancefloor. "THAT MEANS YOU TWO AT THE BAR AS WELL" the DJ yelled out. "Well Adam", Sam said to me, "Doesn't look like we can sit this one out" I blushed beet red and made my way out to the dancefloor with Sam and we sheepishly danced around each other. We were dancing closely, but not really making any body contact as we both felt very awkward about it all. We'd started to get a bit more relaxed when we heard a guy next to us yell, "Come on you two, you know you're allowed to dance closer than that!", grab Sam's hand and put it on my crotch. Despite wanting to reel back in shock, the floor was so packed I was unable to and Sam's hand stayed on my cock for a few seconds before we moved it away. The music stopped and everyone applauded the DJ going on his break while we made our way back to the bar embarrassed by what had happened. "Hey Adam", Sam said, "I'm really sorry about that. I certainly don't do those things with married men!" "It's fine" I replied, a bit shocked by what had happened. "I knew it wasn't your idea. Let's grab a drink, forget about it & we'll call it a night" "NOW IT'S TIME TO CROWN OUR KING & QUEEN OF THE NIGHT!" came the MC's voice from the stage. "Well at least we know it won't be us" I smiled to Sam, and within seconds of saying it, the spotlight landed on us sitting at the bar. We waved to the cheering crowd but were quickly told that we had to go up on stage to receive our prizes. We received our drink cards & joke sashes, waved to the crowd and started to make our way back to the bar. "NO YOU TWO, YOU HAVE TO KISS!!!!!!" Looking at Sam I said, "Quick, let's do a quick peck and then we can leave" "Sure, I'm game if you are" We gave each other a little dry kiss & then started to make our way off the stage "BOOOOOOOOO!!! WE WANT MORE THAN THAT!!!" The crowd roared its approval "Not sure we can get out of this one either" Sam said to me. He pulled me close and then whispered in my ear "And think of it this way, no-one knows us here, so it doesn't really matter that much" "That's true, let's give them a little show" I replied. We moved together and I let Sam take the back of my head in my hands and pulled my face close to his. Instinctively I opened my mouth and our tongues snaked in each other's mouths, making sure the audience could see how passionately we were kissing as they cheered & wolf-whistled us. Breaking off the kiss, Sam waved to the audience and did an exaggerated bow while I stood there a little lost, shocked at how great a kisser Sam was and how much it turned me on. We both made our way off the stage with the MC as the music started up again, me still in a bit of a daze when the MC patted me on the shoulder, "Man, what a kiss! You two must have an AMAZING sex life." Still in a daze, all I could mutter was "uh......yeah...sure do" END OF PART ONE

I was laying in bed this morning and had a fantasy scenario playing inside my head and decided it would make for an interesting story, so I decided I would try and write it and see how it goes. I'm not done yet but I need to take a break so I'm posting what I have written and am interested in what you guys think. ------------------------------------------------------------ I was on my way home from work one day when my boyfriend Patrick called me and told me we’d be having guests for dinner. His uncle Steve was in town visiting his brother Frank, my boyfriend's father, and the two of them would be eating with us. Patrick also mentioned we'd have a third guest, a buddy with whom Frank had worked with at a local factory. I had met Frank several times, and he and Patrick are quite similar: same hair, same eyes, same build, same height, same weight, and I can only speculate, but I imagine they have the same cock, about eight inches, somewhat thick, with a nice set of balls that always pump out a huge load. I had never met Steve before, but upon doing so, was amused to see Steve, Frank and Patrick were spitting images of each other. It was, however, Nick, Frank's friend, who got me drooling. Now, I’m 5’8” 150 pounds, am modestly built, and Patrick, his father and Steve are even smaller at 5’ 3”, 125 pounds, nice and trim. In contrast to the rest of us, Nick was 6’ 3” 200 pounds of solid muscle, not muscle from a gym, but muscle built from an active life, and no doubt, from a lifetime of loading trucks at the factory. Now, I’m the top in my relationship with Patrick. I’m bigger than is he, both physically and in terms of dick size, but when I see a man like Nick my eyes glaze over and my asshole starts to twitch. Thankfully Patrick, Steve and Frank like to cook, so they announced they would handle putting the meal together, and warned Nick and me that we would only be in the way. I was so smitten with Nick that I gotta admit I was hoping Steve, Patrick and Frank and get to talking over a glass of wine and the three would forget that either me or Nick were there at all. We all went into the living room to have a drink and talk. Patrick, Steve, and Frank occupied our one recliner and the sofa, and as there were no other seats, Nick followed me to have a seat behind the bar to the back of the room. As I suspected the family trio started talking and tuned-out Nick and me, so I poured the two of us a strong drink and we started talking, mostly about the factory, what it was like to work there and how he really enjoyed it. He had started college and attended for a few years but decided he’d much rather be working class so dropped out and never finished. He was in his late forties and from stealing glances at his crotch while sitting at the moment I would say that he was packing something in there. A few times he noticed me looking and smiled which made me melt even more. After he finished his second drink he asked where the bathroom was so I asked him to follow me, and I led him through the house upstairs to the main bathroom. At this point I was confident enough to ‘joke’ with him. After switching on the light I asked him if he would need or wanted any help. He gave a nervous laugh, said no, and shut the door behind him. I was honestly quite taken aback, I was certain that he would be game. Dazed and confused I returned to my seat behind the bar and poured myself another drink. Looking at my glass and feeling the beginning of a buzz I decided that it was the alcohol that was making me feel a bit over confident. In addition, Nick was quite a stud, so to be sure my mind wasn’t thinking correctly. When Nick returned and resumed his seat, I made some lame remark about alcohol and having made a pass at him. “No big deal. It usually isn’t 'till after the third drink that I need help” he responded with a chuckle. My jaw hit the floor, here I thought it was all over and he just wasn’t ready. I just sat there dumbfounded till he broke the silence. “My drink ain’t gonna pour itself.” I was grinning from ear to ear as I poured him another. “What are you smiling about?” asked Patrick. “Nothing,” I replied, “Nick just told me a joke.” “Oh, well, you two have fun. We are going in the kitchen to get dinner ready.” Finally!! The trio got up and went to the kitchen where they will be cooking, leaving Nick alone with me. No sooner had they left the room than I turned to face him, wide eyed, and excited like a kid on Christmas Day waiting to open what was certain to be the best package. He chuckled a bit then shifted to a more comfortable position with his legs spread for better access and undid his jeans and zipper, then went back to his drink. The rest was up to me. I dropped from my bar stool and knelt in front of him pulling his jeans open far enough for me to reach in and pull that sweet meat out into the world. It was beautiful. At least seven and a half soft with a good thickness to it. My god, when fully erect it would be huge. Fortunately since we were behind the bar, should one of the guys cooking come back into the living room, Nick and I would be hidden by the counter, so no one would know I was blowing him. I sucked his flaccid dick into my mouth and tried my best to swallow it. I love sucking cock and love it even more when it goes in limp and I get to feel it swell and get hard in my mouth. Few things stir the desire to suck harder than that sensation. I kept the whole thing in my mouth as long as I could but eventually there was just too much. Fully erect it was nine and a half inches long, thick, but not so thick I couldn't blow it, particularly as his cock had a perfect torpedo shape - absolutely great for sucking, but also undoubtedly a pleasure to ride. I sat for a moment stroking that massive thing before me, I was in heaven, the perfect cock and I was sucking on it, my boyfriend and his family in the next room cooking and chatting away - I must admit, the fact that I could hear them chat away only added to the excitement. I glanced at this factory god with his flawless cock, his eyes were closed with a dreamy smile on his mouth. I wondered for a moment of whom he was thinking, but decided it didn’t matter. I grabbed that monster with both hands and nursed hard on the head while drilling my tongue into his piss slit. The taste of his precum was intoxicating and considering I was already pretty much drunk this was pushing me over the edge. I took his big cock as far into my mouth as I could get it, reached behind him grabbing the bar stool and pulled myself farther onto it. He moaned and grabbed my head and pushed me the rest of the way down on his cock. I knelt there, savoring the taste of his cock, the way it felt to have it filling my mouth and throat, the smell of his crotch and the weight of him holding me down on this monster. I pulled back to come up for air but he held me down choking me with his dick. Heavenly. A second later I tried to come up again and again he held me on his cock. I needed to breath, but still he held me. I slapped his thigh to let him know I enjoy this but need to breath and he just laughed and held me tighter onto his cock. I frantically grabbed the rungs of the bar stool pushing against him with all my strength trying to get this cock out of my throat so I could breath. My lungs were aching and I was starting to feel faint when he finally released me and I stumbled to my feet, violently coughing, choking, and loudly gasping for breath. I put my hand to my neck breathing deeply, staring at Nick as Patrick came running to the doorway asking, “What’s going on?” I looked at Patrick, then back at Nick who just sat there with his dick fully erect dripping saliva and precum, remarking “Your boyfriend here almost choked on an ice cube.” I looked back at Patrick, who, by this time, was backed-up by Steve and Frank. The three of them stood in the doorway and Patrick remarked (disapprovingly) “Well, he does drink too fast, always trying to get it all in.” With that the three of them walked back into the kitchen to finish dinner preparations. As I caught my breath, I stared at Nick's beautiful cock as it bobbed up and down. Nick, not to disappoint, reached down and grabbed it by the base and shook it at me, quietly saying “It’s time to fuck.” As hot as I was, I couldn’t say no. I dropped my pants and turned around, presenting my ass for Nick's pleasure. Or should I say 'our pleasure'? After all, I wanted that cock in my ass as much as he wanted my ass. While the circumstances dictated discretion, I was in a very clumsy position to take a huge cock up my ass, but necessity, as we all know, will find a way, so I found myself, essentially, laying on the bottom shelf of the bar, which, fortunately, was more or less empty, my ass raised to afford Nick access. While this meant I was essentially inside the bar laying with my body twisted sideways so I could barely see him, I could certainly feel Nick, and that was all that mattered. In the corner I noticed a small brown bottle of poppers that must have been lost. Thank god, I was already shaking in anticipation of that cock fucking me, partly because I was excited about it and partly because I was scared that he was going to make it hurt. I couldn’t exactly scream in this position because there would be absolutely no hiding this. I quickly unscrewed the bottle and started to inhale deeply as I felt him press the head of his cock against my hole. I could feel the thick saliva that had been dredged up from the back of my throat mixed with his precum on my hole as he started to press himself into me. AHHHHH. It hurt! I rammed my thumb in my mouth and bit down to distract from the pain. My body tensed and he stopped pushing. I took another hit of the poppers, and another, and another. Finally I got hit with that rush of heat and it was at that moment that I realized that he didn’t have a condom on. Oh well I was too high on poppers to care and was enjoying the feeling of just having his cock in me. He kept sliding farther in till I tensed then he would stop and wait a bit. Then a bit more till I finally felt his hips right behind mine with his big cock buried neatly in me. I took another hit of the poppers to keep the feeling going as I felt that big cock slowly sliding out of me and then back in. As rough as he was holding my head down on that cock he was super gently with the fucking. Slow and rhythmic. I could periodically hear him place his glass back on the bar above me so knew that up above it would appear business as usual, while down below I was getting filled. “Where’s Andy?” I heard the familiar voice asking. It was my boyfriend. The fucking rhythm ceased. “He slipped out for a bit of air. After his choking bit I think he needed a little breather.” Nick laughed a little with his response. “Well he shouldn’t have left you alone.” “It’s fine, I don’t mind, I can keep myself company.” “Well my Dad and uncle can handle the kitchen for a minute so I’ll stay here till Andy gets back.” I’m Andy, by the way, in case you hadn’t figured that out yet. And here I was crammed inside a bar with a huge cock in my ass while my boyfriend was chatting it up with the god the cock was attached to. Occasionally Nick would shift his standing position which would move his cock either further in or a little out of my ass, so I was kind of still getting fucked but I wanted a pounding or at least more than what I was getting. The cock in my ass was nice but I wanted some movement. I fantasized about Nick being able to finish fucking me then feeling him pull out and shoot his load all over my face. I imagined me licking every drop of his load from wherever it fell. Then I was horrified when I realized that the cock that was impaling me was going limp from lack of stimulation. I rhythmically squeezed my ass together around his cock to bring it back to life. I most definitely didn't want it to slide out of my ass. As I took another hit of popper. Nick shifted and I realized that the bar was quite solid, and that if I was careful, I could ride Nick's cock with alerting Patrick as to what was going on. I hit the poppers again and backed up a little. Nick resisted, which forced his cock back into me. Then I kept hitting the poppers and rocking my hips back and forth moving his cock in and out of my hole. Between the poppers and the constant pressure on my prostate and knowing that my boyfriend was right there while I was getting fucked I was in pure heaven. Suddenly Nick grunted a bit. “Are you okay?” Patrick asked. “Yes,” Nick replied as he grunted again. “Are you sure?” "Yes. Just a little…uhh…cramping in my…ahh…thigh is all.” The noises didn’t clue me in cause I was poppered out of my mind but I felt his cock swell and get warmer and start throbbing and I knew that he had cum or was cumming cause the throbbing seemed to go on and it suddenly got easier to get him farther in me. As hot as the situation was I was ready to cry, this was not what I wanted at all. I wanted Nick to have fucked me good, cum on my face and leave. I didn’t want to get fucked bare and I most certainly didn’t want his load in my ass. It was about five minutes after Nick had cum inside me when I got an ever greater shock. His cock was still rock hard in my ass and still being horny as hell, I kept hitting the poppers and rocking back and forth working his cock while my boyfriend was still talking with him. “So my Dad told me you have HIV and....” WHAT! I completely froze. I put the bottle of poppers down in front of me and then didn’t move. I had just been fucked in an unbelievable position by a man with an unbelievable cock who had cum inside me and now I find out he has HIV? My head was about to explode and my mind was racing. What should I do? There was no way to pull out without being noticed by my boyfriend, who for some reason decided to stay at the bar and keep Nick company, but I did not want to stay with this infected cum in my ass. Time was passing so slowly with everything that was on my mind. Nick’s cock was still hard as a rock and I for some reason was getting horny again. I hadn’t gotten off from the first fucking but finding out that Nick was positive really killed the mood. Unfortunately feeling a cock in my ass was quite stimulating. I imagine Nick was feeling uncomfortable about the situation because after I stopped stimulating him when I heard he was positive, his voice changed a bit when he was talking with my boyfriend. He seemed a bit edgy, but he certainly hadn’t lost the erection. I tried to move forward slowly to remove the cock from my ass but my head was already in the corner of the bar. I tried to slid my hand to a better position and knocked over the bottle of poppers that I had been sniffing. The poppers had spilled everywhere. And a huge cock had plugged-up my ass, ensuring the poz load couldn't escape. And I was getting high again. The poppers. I had spilled them in an enclosed place. Oh god. A minute later and I was hard as fuck again and rocking back and forth getting that cock farther inside. I didn’t care about the load it felt hot inside me. I was hungry and wanted more.

Does it make you mad when you see a piss video or piss action in real life and the guy lets the piss run out of his mouth? I think a good piss bottom should drink it all and not spill a drop. I am mostly a top but when I drink from the tap I do not spill one measly drop. Don't get me wrong. I like to be pissed on too....but when I drink I actually drink.

i've seen a few movies where the bottom cums just from getting fucked. It hasn't happened to me yet though, but i'd really love to be able to do it. Does anyone here know if it's something you can learn?

A FB recently told me that I had great legs, and would make a hot CD ...... from the shoulders down, that is. I am masculine, and like masculine men. Nothing turns me off more than an effeminate man. Don't take offense, that's just a preference. I like men, and I like my men to be manly. But when Steve said that, I was intrigued even though I laughed it off. A few weeks later, when I was at the drug store, I bought a pair of thigh-high stockings. I was a little twisted up at the time, and I blamed it on the fact that my head was so high in the clouds. When I got home, I did a quick half-shave on my legs, pulled on the stockings, and went to my mirror. Not bad. Probably would look better after a smoke, so I took a few hits, put on a tank top, and looked in the mirror again.....and I did look better. Over the next few weeks, I added to my collection: a few undies, a black lace cami, more stockings. I had never considered going CD, but I was enjoying it. I grabbed a hotel, got my goodies, and put up an ad on CL. Within minutes, I had a slew of responsesl I set them up one by one, and by the time the night was done, I had taken over 25 loads. Amazing. I dont CD often, but when I do, I can be sure of plenty of breeding, Last week, I was in Bowling Green and put up my ad - and got 12 breedings. Not bad for a small town. I will never be passable, but you can put a pillow over my head and go to town if you are in the area. My pics are in my gallery.

I was in a phase of experimenting with drugs. I had acquired a small amount of tina just to see what it was like. I was living alone in a big city, and had really only done Molly before. My plan was to do a bit, and jerk off or clean my apartment. I was completely unprepared for the NEED for sex that flooded through my usually shy (and not very experienced with women ) brain as I knew I would do anything to satisfy the lust that was consuming me. I went to craigslist to find a escort to fuck, but it was clear that my small cock was totally going to be useless tonight. Even though I never had a gay thought in my life before that point, I realised I could suck or be fucked by a man. And it was HOT. I didn't hesitate or think if it was a good idea... I just searched craigslist for a man who would let me suck his cock. An hour later I was in a strangers apartment sucking my first cock, and LOVING it. But it was way too quick before he shot his cum in my mouth and I was out the door still horny as fuck. I spent the next couple hours at a strip club groping hot women. I could have done that all night if i had the money. But when the money ran out i was still horny as hell. So I, completely out of the blue, and unprepared, went to a bathhouse for the first (and so far only) time. I was a fish out of water, and must have looked a mess... but I sucked a few more cocks and saw images that burned into my mind and probably permanently adjusted my sexuality. I loved sucking cock more than anything. I loved the smell, the feel, the taste. It was the most intense sexual experience of my life. I never found anyone to fuck me that night, and the next day I couldn't believe it happened and lost all interest in gay sex. But any time I get high it all floods back and I want desperately to feel another cock in my mouth and a I want to feel as many cocks as possible break in my ass. I am not only consumed by lust, but now I get consumed by how fucking filthy I can be. I want to be fucked in public, I want to be tied up, i want to suck every cock in the city. I've never gone back and now I don't live in the same city any more. But... at this point porn doesn't do it for me and I would kill for someone to finish the job and train me to be the sluttiest bottom in the city. But there just isn't time to act on it before it all passes.

Fulfill My Fantasy I have had some Group Party Sex with a small group of friends and think its HOT. I have a Fantasy to have a group of College Guys Party and get into some Hot Action outside my home area. Depending on the Location and Guys I am willing to Travel and even get Accomodations for a long weekend (3 days) The location should be in a place our actions will go either un-noticed or be acceptable. A motel Mini Suite/Deluxe Room, Private Home or even Bathhouse/Sex Club would work. An ideal mix of guys would include at least 1 True Blonde, 1 Redhead & 1 Tall Guy over 6'3" all others Under 30. The Group can be the same all weekend or can change during the weekend as long as a couple guys stay all weekend. *** Everyone should be OK with Drinking, Smoking, Party Favours ect. but Not expected to partake in them if they choose. Send Age Stats Pics and other info Email: HotFunGuyUnc@ymail.com SKYPE: HotFunGuyUnc99

Pitt1988, Take this as you want, but i am not sure you are ready to have condomless sex right now, PrEP or not. The thing about random sexual encounters is that you really never know the full true story of what people are, what they may have, their real status, etc. You can ask all the questions you want, but that isn't always going to make them true. Additionally for many guys, asking a thousand questions will just get you blocked. I'm not saying that mentality is right or wrong, but its a fact. Additionally there is nothing wrong if you are nervous about it, but you need to follow what you feel like in a situation like this, not what others are going to tell you. Nothing about any protection method is 100%, so you need to weigh your pro's and cons yourself and see what you come up with. The science is there to show that PrEP works when taken correctly, but you have to decide if thats enough for you.

Time, time time a nice buzz some poppers and a top who is willing to take the time. My motto, slam it in now that might be all you get, go slow let me get used to it and you cam slam it all night. It also depends on whats hurting, if he is thick and its the stretch, I can get used to it, it will always stretch to accommodate . But sometimes length or angle, havent figured it out yet but sometimes if a guy is 9-10" it hits on something inside, its a sharp pain that hurts quite a bit and not the good kind. I had a young stud that had at least 12" and he could pound away no problem, but then have had someone not as long but they bottom out. I need to figure it out because its a fun stopper. If thats happening balls deep is going to be about an inch short LOL Thickest guy was 8' around, I checked It took a minute to accommodate that I havent found a no thats to big yet

I do care! But the fun part is to a degree to let the top handle you.

Amazing vid from this guy. Two of the comments: - Fucking dirty cum whore!!! Bellisimo - my god TIM has a run for its money in italy http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=l70N7-G496-#.VNYMenl0zIU Gangbang italiana Ten pigs fuck my ass and my mouth with no mercy. Final cum gift starts at 6:08

Poppers and practice...

I was so fucking horny yesterday, during lunch went to a video booth near Times Square and was blessed enough to get two big dicks to suck on and swallow. First guy was a good looking mid 40's black guy. Nice sized cut dick all the way around, about 7.5-8", big longer type of balls, nice pubes. When it came through the slot, I was very happy and grateful. It was tasty, sucked it up and down, suck on his balls, I was all over his dick the best I could until I heard the sound, I'm gonna cum, and sprayed a tasty nut down my throat. He could definitely tell I was hungry and thanked me as he left. Waiting a couple minutes, shorter, stocky Italian guy in a blue worker outfit comes in. Did the eye contact, went into the booth. He puts on straight porn, drops trou and pushes through a nice fucking FAT 6.5-7" cut cock and BIG fucking hairy balls and his fucking cock smelled like a man's dick. I attacked that fucking dick like a man starved for oxygen. The more I sucked it, the fatter it got and between the straight porn playing, his intense moaning, mixed with bucking his hips, it was intense. Finally he pulled his dick out of my mouth, put his head down and tell me he can't take much more and is about to cum and if I wanted it. Hell fucking yeah I want your cum I told him. I thought the man before him came a big load, when he finally came, he fucking filled my mouth and covered my tongue in nice sweet tasting cum. And he fucking came and came and came. After I was truly grateful, felt so satisfied and was able to face the rest of the day, meetings and all, happy and focused.

Got 2 today. One totally anon hookup came over, had door open, blindfolded, ass up in a jock. He rimmed me, then shoved in raw and shot his load after a few pumps. Was still horny so went to a local cruzy public bathroom and had another totally anon random guy load me. Loved it.

PART FOUR I was enjoying being in Sam's arms and us kissing so much that it didn't even register that the lights had been turned on. "CLOSING TIME GUYS!!" came the announcement and I couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed that our time at the bar had come to an end. As I looked into Sam's eyes I asked, "Is it OK if we go back to yours tonight?" "What about your wife?" "I told you, she's away for a few days at a conference." "I was more referring to the fact that you have a wife" I rubbed his rock hard cock through his pants & whispered in his ear, "What wife?" He took my hand and we went outside and hailed a cab. Even though I was still high, being away from the security of the bar made me a little more cautious while we were in the cab. Whenever I saw the driver's eyes look away from the rear view mirror I stroked Sam's cock with a cheeky smile on my face, making sure he was staying hard the whole trip home. I couldn't help but feel proud that I was such a good cocktease on my very first time with a guy. Even though it was only about a 10 minute ride, it was torture for both of us. I wanted Sam's cock so badly, and he wanted me on his cock so badly! Even though I should've been nervous, I was beside myself with excitement when we finally got to his place. He fished in his pocket for his keys, while I couldn't help but do a little fishing myself and put my hand in his other pocket! He opened the door and I couldn't control myself, my tongue deep in his mouth and unzipping his pants to get a proper grip on his cock. Between kisses he managed to get out, "Are you sure you don't want a drink of water or anything?" "There's only one thing I want right now" I replied and pulled both his pants & briefs down in one motion. I could see a couch out of the corner of my eye and pushed him towards it, him stumbling with his pants round his ankles and shoes & socks still on. He sat down and leant forward to take them off, but I pushed him back wanting a proper look at the hard cock I'd been anticipating. It was like something I'd seen in the (many, many) porn movies I'd watched in my time. It would have been 9 or 10 inches uncut and even though I should have been intimidated I was so excited to suck my first ever cock, and that I'd have so much to work with. All I could say as I looked at it was "Wow". "That's usually what most guys say when they see it" Sam replied with a smile. I smiled too looking at the head, glistening with precum, knowing that I'd turned on my first guy so much. I started licking all round the head, lapping up & savouring the taste of both his cock and the precum leaking from it. Knowing how much I loved eye contact from Jessie when receiving a blowjob I looked deep into Sam's eyes as I started to really suck his cock, working my hand up and down his shaft. It was only then that I realised he was more or less still fully clothed, but with his pants around his ankles. It didn't worry me though as I was too busy enjoying every inch of my first ever cock, courtesy of this sexy older man. As I sucked him, Sam reached into a drawer next to the couch, pulled out a little glass bottle and started to unscrew the lid. He took a deep sniff out of the bottle in each nostril & I felt his cock get even harder (as if that was even possible!) "What are those?" I asked. "They're called poppers. A lot of guys use them to make the highs even higher" he replied between moans. I snatched them off him and inhaled them deeply. Immediately I was flying and there was only thing I could think of, wanting Sam deep inside me. I pulled my clothes off as quickly as I could until I was stark naked in front of Sam. "My god Adam, you're amazing" Sam said as he looked up at me. "I want you to fuck me Sam" I sighed as I straddled him. I coated my hand in spit and ran it up & down his cock, lubing it up as much as I could because I knew it would be a bit of work to get him inside me. "Take another hit of the poppers" Adam told me, "They'll loosen up your hole & make it a lot easier". I took a massive hit and aimed his cock at my virgin hole. My eyes widened as I felt the head of his cock inside me and moaned in a mixture of pain & pleasure. "Just gently ease your way down" Sam told me and I started to work his cock inside me, holding it as I tried to control things. Before I knew it he was halfway inside me and I already felt so full! "You're doing great baby" Sam said, looking into my eyes. I knew then that it was my job that night to do everything I could please this beautiful man. I took one more hit and sat down on his cock, feeling his balls rubbing against mine. "Ooooh yes" I moaned in delight and kissed Sam deeply. "You like being inside me, my sexy man?" "You're so tight and beautiful" he replied as I rocked on his cock. "The only thing is, you've got me so horny, I don't think I'll last very long. That's alright my man, we've got all the time in the world" and I started to ride him, taking another hit before handing them to him. He took a massive hit & seemingly within seconds screamed "OH MY GOD, I'M GONNA CUM!!!!!" Knowing what I liked when I was about to cum, I held his face in my hands and kissed him like I'd never kissed anyone before. It should've been strange to me that I was so willing to take on the female role in this situation but I just wanted to make my man happy. The moment I felt the first spurt of cum paint the inside of my ass I was so happy that this sexy guy wanted to plant his seed inside me. I rocked gently on him, milking his hard cock before it flopped out of me. I let out a little groan of disappointment "Turn around and let me look at you" Sam said. I eagerly turned round & bent over to present my ass to him as he adjusted his pants, pushing them all the way down, hands in his pockets. "Ooops, little bit of cum seeping out." He said and quickly pushed a couple of fingers inside me to get it back in while I giggled. I felt a sharp pain but just figured it was due to my ass getting fucked for the first time... END OF PART FOUR

Huntsville - Get hit up on Grindr by a black 22 year old - 5'8" 130# asking what I was up to and if I was "Looking"? He attached 2 pics, one of him from the side with his cock hanging down and the other a full-front with his cock semi-hard, appearing to be absolutely huge! When a guy sends me only cock/body pics I assume he's a top. So I sent back my ass pics and a pic of me taking a raw black cock. I said "Yes, I'm looking, but I only take raw cock." He said, "OK, where do I come to"? That was easy! What wasn't easy was the set up of this hotel. It's literally in the airport terminal and the elevators to the guest floors require a key. That drives me nuts. But a determined whore will get his way. So when he arrived I told him which elevators to go to and I put a key on the floor of the elevator and sent it to the first floor. 20 seconds after the door closed he sent a message saying he got the key. I gave him the room number and by the time he got there I was ass up, face down. At his age, he got hard without needing any oral (which is perfect for me). I don't carry lube with me, so he ate my hole a bit and used that spit to slide his freaking HUGE cock into my hole. After 7 or 8 inches I thought he was done, but I was wrong. That cock was massive. Must've been 9 or 10 inches. He fucked me good while I hit the poppers. Then he stopped and told me to roll over. GRRR. OK, fine. So I have my legs in the air and he tries to suck my cock. Well, when I'm getting fucked I don't stay hard. It's like my cock goes away unless I play with it. So he just decided to breed me. He fucked me pretty hard and we did this hot, intimate, lips touching but not kissing fucking. I was holding him and he was pounding me. Imagine the ass on a hot black 22 year old that runs and plays tennis. I had a great time just grabbing onto his cheeks as he pushed in and out of me. He spread my legs really wide and thrust in extra deep when he shot his load. Then he slowly collapsed down onto my chest. I rubbed his back and his arms and caressed his head as he lay there. He didn't get up for 90 seconds or so. He was nice and sweaty and his cock never got soft enough to slide out. It was quite hot. I still have his load in me but I have to go to bed so no more load taking tonight. Tomorrow looks like I'll be in Boca again, so hopefully get to have dinner with my dad and maybe meet up with this young Latino boy I wanna give a massage to. Have a good night, Pigs!

Just left a sex party that a guy from BBRTS set up at a hotel. It was a group of about 10 guys, I got 3 loads and gave 2. All within about an hour. I don't even know who was fucking me but I sure felt all 3 loads. My hole is sloppy right now. so HOT

Been working way too much this month so the year is off to a slow start for me in terms of loads. Today I took load #3 for the year from my favorite fuck buddy, a sexy 30 year old muscular black top (neg) with the perfect thick 9 inch dick. His dick was made for my ass and we have the best chemistry. We made out while he fucked my cunt missionary then flipped me over and drilled me for another 15 or 20 minutes before finally blasting my hole deep with his load. I came home pushed it out and jacked off with his cum..

He was standing in my living room. Twenty two years old , five foot nine 195 pounds of beautiful defined pale light skin smooth latino muscle, yes my boner was instant. He looked around the room as I had shut the door pretending not to notice the buldge growing down my leg. “So I got 10 bucks” He said nonchalantly pulling out the bill. “I figure a dime bag of whatever we had last time. It was pretty awesome shit.” “I’m kinda out of that bro.” I said walking right passed him into my bed room. I sat on my bed and pulled out my pipe and a little baggie of T and let the time beat. Finally I heard him walking down the hallway after me. Leo was hot but maybe slow. He finally opened my bedroom door saw me laying on the bed fiddling with the pipe. “So you don’t have weed?” He said. Standing in my doorway tiny waist but hunky shoulders and chest even his nipples were pointing at me through his black Oakley Tshirt. I couldn’t help myself, I licked my lips a little. “This is all I got till next week.” I said throwing the little baggie of tina on the bed. He looked at it and looked at me. “Ten dollars an’t gonna cover it though.” I continued on. “Oh.” He said finally looking around my bed room. Kingsize bed. Big screen TV. Mirror on the Ceiling and closet by the bed had a mirror door. “That’s cool. I’ll come back next week.” He said but didn’t move from the doorway. “Get in here Leo.” I said I was already stripping him with my eyes. “You’re a cool guy. I’ll give you a free pass this time. Smoke with me.” He paused and looked at the bag. “I don’t know how to smoke that” he finally said. I patted the bed and set up the bowl. “I’ll show you.” I lit up the bowl and took a hit, I made sure to only take a small one. I wanted him to enjoy more of it. Then I held the bowl for him while he put his soft little pink lips on the pipe. I saw his lips on the pipe and all I could think about was fucking his face with his head hanging off the side of the bed while my big balls slapped his eyes. I lit the bowl for him and once there was a big cloud of white I instructed him to in hale. He took it and broke out coughing loudly almost falling back. “That tastes like shit!” He said coughing in between every syllable. I opened a half opened bottle of Gatorade and handed it to him . he sipped it while trying to control his coughing and I took another small hit smiling. I watched as he sipped the Gatorade and wondered how much G was still in it. I pointed the pipe to him again and he put his lips to it and took another decent hit. I put the pipe down and looked at him while he coughed and sipped and watched with my blood pumping the high could not hit him fast enough for me. I got up and walked to my closet stripping off my shirt. Using the mirror I saw his eyes look at me. I saw him lick his lips just a bit before taking another sip. “Take another hit man. “ I’m just gonna change. He looked at the pipe and fumbled with it for awhile while he lit up another hit and I pretended to be looking for a new shirt. When he breathed it out I took off my shorts and underwear off in one swoop and turned around. I was sporting my full hard on. I walked over grabbed the pipe from him and layed down. “What the fuck man” He kinda gasped. “What?” I said like nothingwas happening. “ You already seen me naked bro. it whatever.” I grabbed the remote for the tv and turned on the gay bareback porn that was playing before I left this morning to set up the party . He turned from me and started watching. “Hey Leo?” I finally asked. “Sup” He said slowly without turning from the screen. “You like my cock?” He laughed and turned. “Yeah…It’s nice” “Then suck me off a little bro.” He looked at me and then at my raging hardon. As if trying to think, but the thoughts kept running away from him. Then he climbed over and layed down between my legs, grabbed my cock with both hands, and put the head in his mouth. ‘ohmmmmmmmm” was the only sound he made. “Oh. My. God.” Was all I said. He started to jack my pozz dick into his mouth licking the head having his tounge swirl the fat mushroom head I watched as histight body made his tight clothes move and I couldn’t help it, I start pulling his clothes off. He threw off his shirt, and I laughed a little. He was perfect. Smooth big defined chest, strong abs, pink nipples. I grabbed his dark black hair and pulled him toward me shoving my tongue down his throat. When his tounge pushed back on mine, I started pulling at his belt nearly tearing off his jeans. He shuffled out of them and his boxers and I grabbed his head again and led his high as fuck face back to my cock and started to feed the muscle boy. “Oh my God.” I looked at his ass. Just light small hair practically smooth and so big and muscled I grabbed both cheeks in both hands and he pushed back and moaned. The muscle boy moaned. I couldn’t take it anymore. I pushed him and got him on his back and licked down his torso. “This is so fucking intense.” He moaned. As I sucked on his nipple, I moved my dripping pozz cock near his hole rubbing and pressing on it. “fuuuck bro that’s hot.” I started to press on it, when he pushed back “Condom bro…”He muttered. Obviously there was not enough G in the Gatorade and I almost instantly felt myself softening. Fuck that shit!!! I nodded but said nothing and passed him the pipe. He lit up as I searched around the closet and pulled out a bottle of lube laced with T. He blew out a fresh hit, and went down on him sucking on his balls. “I’m gonna open you up.” I said as I lubed up a finger and started pushing it toward his hole. He nodded and moaned when my first digit invaded his hole filling his hole with a special mix I put together. “I burns…” He said after a few seconds, but he didn’t stop me. I got a second glob and shoved it in his hole. He winced, but I could feel his hole relaxing. I was looking at him when his mouth started to hangopen and his eyes started to glaze over and I shoved in three fingers now massaging the burning lube into the walls of his ass. He was breathing hard and staring at me with he mouth hanging open a loss for words. Only light soft sounds and tiny grunts were escaping his open mouth as my digits worked tip to knuckle in and out of his hole and my tongue pushed back into his through . his eyes never shut until finally I pulled my fingers from his hole completely. When he opened them, his eyes were in shock. “No,” He whined “ put ur fingers back in. Its amazing” His speech was slurred and slow. “you want something up your ass?” I asked. “Fuck ….yessss…” he said “How bout my raw cock? You want that up your ass?”I started to rub my death stick on his hole. He grabbed his giant legs in answer and was pulling them back. “Fuckkkkkk….” He responded “I said, ‘ Do you want my raw cock in your ass’?” He nodded slow and hard “Yes!” I lined up my cock with his hole and started applying pressure to his lubed up tina filled hole. “You gotta open that hole up for me Leo.” “Fuuuuuuuck:” He moaned as the pressure and lube began to make slow room for his hole. Then our eyes locked and his mouth and eyes opened wide as my head slowly sank into his hole. I pulled back for only a second then pushed forward again, and his hole began to accept the slide going just deeper and deeper. “FFUUUUUCKKKKKKKK.” He said eyes wide mouth wide starting back at me. I could feel the walls of his ass stretching hard to accommodate my penetration. He was breathing so hard and fast starting at me as I slide back and forth opening and pushing further slowly and steadily he started making sounds like animal gasping when my cock was now stretching his hole still half of my cock trying to bury itself inside the muscular walls of his neg muscle boy cunt. And the tightness!!! He was squeezing his hole and ass so hard it was choking my cock but I was so hard and thick it felt like a glove stroking my uncut thickness in him . as the balls finally grazed his ass, he through his head back eyes open at the mirror above watching himself be impaled mouth wide open breathing hard and making sounds and finally uttering the only word he could: “FUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKK” I looked up and saw my muscle boy. My leo in the mirror muscles and veins glistening so young and clean and neg. So smooth and hard and neg. So young and tight and so about to be filled with pozz cum until my dick falls off. I fell on him throwing my arms under his legs, getting up on the balls of my feet and started to fuck. I licked his neck as his arms grabbed my back and thrust my hips into him again and again, feeling him squeeze his hole tighter only made me want to break him harder. I smash him to his own instruction. “OH MYGAWD” He yelled “FUCKMEFUCK. AWHAWHAWHHHHHAWHAWHAWHAWHHHH…fuuuuuck. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK. AHHHHHH. OH…FUCK…FUCK…ME. FUCK FUCK FUCK. OHMYAWD. Fuuuuuuuuckkkkkk.” Sweat started to drip off of me, and I pulled up wiped my self and started thrusting forward while holding his ankles watching his muscles tense and move and then I felt his hole start to loosen. Slowly at first, it was open, but then it adjusted to my assault and I could pull out completely for the first time and then push back in balls deep. Leo threw his head forward while I did this from tip to base and back again looking at my cock going into him in the mirror. He tilted his head while screaming religious hymns to my dick watching it disappear into his hole. “Ohhhhmaaagawwwd” He said when he pulled his gaze from the mirror watching him fuck . “You like that daddy dick leo?” First words I’d said for awhle. “Fuck yes daddy!” he yelled “You want that daddy cum” “Fuck yess!!” I went balls deep and thrusted deeply from there quickly and repeatedly till I felt my balls boil. He was loosing his mind from the deep dicking I was giving him I yelled: “You like that fucking pozz cock in your hole” His eyes were wide. Mouth open. Breathing hard. “You want my dirty pozz daddy cum in your hole!? He was taking my deep dicking, His face scrunched up. “FUCK YES I WANT UR CUM IN MY ASS!” I pulled his legs apart pushed as deep as I could go and began to unload rope for rope of pozz dirty cum into his neg hole. He moaned and groaned while I continued to push my cum into him again and again till my dick finally softened and I pulled out. “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”He whined and flipped over on his knees and hands.”Fuck me!” He pushed his ass back and arched his back. “Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME!” He was begging and I hardened instantly. I climbed behind him and slipped my dick into his blinking hole and he moaned and whined and dropped his chest to the floor “Fuck meeeeefuuuuuck meeeeeee fuuuckk meee!” he was nearly crying. I fucked on, slapping his ass. “Who does this ass belong to?!” “You daddy!” “Who does this ass belong to?!” “It’s yours daddy!!!” “WHO THE FUCK DO YOU BELONG TO!!!” “All yours daddy its all yours. I’m all yours! FUUUUCKME!!!” “ARRRRRRRRGHHHHHHH” I began slamming the muscle boy primally smashing balls against ass while he yelled and begged in sheets and all that could be heard aside from the sound so slapping flesh on flesh and moaning and groaning, and me slapping his ass was him saying: “FUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKMMEEEEEE!!!” at the top of his lungs till I blew a second load of thick creamy pozz juice into his neg smooth muscle boy wrecked ass hole.

PART TWO Fortunately the music started up straight away so Sam and myself made our way back to our seats. As we sat down Sam said to me "Man, that Jessie of yours is a lucky girl, you're a fantastic kisser", blushing I replied that he wasn't too bad himself. Our plan for one last drink went out the window though after winning the drink cards as I wanted to remove all evidence of me being there and whenever someone came to the bar they wanted to buy us a drink in celebration (and who says no to a free drink?) The drinks eventually took their toll though and I made my way to the bathroom for a piss. As I stepped inside I moved to the trough which had room for 3 guys side by side. I was pissing with my eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of breaking the seal for the night when I heard a familiar voice beside me, "Mmmmm, and a nice dick as well" and then gave my cock a couple of long strokes. I turned in shock to see the MC from earlier in the night. He was standing next to me jerking his cock and not even pretending to piss and I could tell that he'd be rock hard before too long. A voice on the other side of me said "Sorry mate, but he's all mine and I don't like to share." Turning round I was incredibly thankful to see Sam's smiling face. He batted the MC's hand away & took hold of my dick, expertly stroking me. Thinking it would be best if I played along I agreed, "Maybe some other time but tonight's it's just the two of us" and I slipped my hand inside Sam's pants and started to fondle his cock, turning towards him for another passionate kiss. I was thankful the MC couldn't see my face as I was so shocked by the size of Sam's cock. Even semi-hard it was longer & thicker than I could imagine! "Let me know if you change your mind then" the MC said as he left while I did my best to get my hand out of Sam's pants, zipped myself up & returned to the bar. Sam returned shortly after and apologise immediately. "Sorry I had to do that again mate but I figured it was the easiest way out for you and I'd already grabbed you once tonight. What's one more between friends!" We both laughed, "Hey I'm sorry if I went too far in there myself" I said, "It was probably the alcohol talking but I thought it was better if I played along" "No problems at all man, especially seeing I got to kiss you again. And Jessie's even luckier from the looks of that dick of yours" I choked on my dick, "Jessie's lucky!?! Mine's nothing compared to yours. God you could cause some real damage with that thing!" "It's been known to" Sam replied with a smile END OF PART TWO

I feel to my knees, my cock sticking straight up against my stomach. He undid his belt and shoved his pants down, kicking them off as he stepped towards me. Having worn no underwear as soon as his pants were off his cock sprung free pointing right at me, the head already glinting with a little precum. “Open your mouth,” he groweled, and smacked me on the lips with his thick cock head. Large angry looking veins like those that twisted across his arms stood out from the turgid shaft of penis, and I imagined how they would feel sliding in and out of my hole. I parted my lips allowing him to thrust the head of his cock inside my mouth. As he did so I clamped my lips tight around it and began to bathe his cock with my tongue. Forcefully he began to press his cock deeper inside of my mouth until he hit the back of my throat causing me to gag a little. I tried to pull off of his cock a little but his hands had found their way to the back of my head and head me fast. My head held firmly in place between his massive hands this great bulk of a man began to fuck my face slowly. I chocked and gagged on his cock as he forced it a little deeper with every thrust. As the head of his cock got to the back of my throat I tried repeatedly to swallow, allowing his cock to slide down my throat but each time he pulled back for another assault. Then, finally, with a particularly brutal thrust he allowed my swallow to pull him down my throat till his balls rested against my chin. Spit, and precum dripped down my chin as I deep throated his cock, unable to keep my lips tight around his thick veined shaft. “Fuck yeah boy, swallow my cock. Get it nice and wet for your hole.” As he savagely fucked my face my cheeks began to hurt, and snot began to run from my nose as tears sprung to my eyes. I was a slobber covered mess when he finally, still holding me head still, pulled his now dripping cock from my mouth. I tried to wipe my face with the back of my hand but there was too much to deal with. He just smiled at me and said, “good job, now on your back on the bed.” I scrambled off the floor and practically leapt onto the bed, laying on my back with my legs stuck up in the air. He smiled at me again, advancing towards me his ridged cock pointing straight forward at me. Without saying a word he walked toward me and, lining his cock up to my hole, pressed inside of me. True to his word only used the juices from my throat and the small drip of cum that was escaping my hole as lube as he forced his thick member inside of me. I groaned, my eyes rolling back into my head as I felt my hole spread wide around his cock. He advances slowly, stretching my sphincter around his massive girth, till at long last his balls came to rest on my ass. I opened my eyes and looked up into his, which glinted wickedly as he pulled out slowly from my hole again. My ring clung to his shaft as he withdrew, the tugging sending waves through me. “Chad wasn’t lying,” he said, as he began to fuck me, ‘Your hole feels so good wrapped around my cock. I’m gonna knock you up good before I tell the other guys to come over and use your hole.” Those were the last words he said to me. He then closed his eyes, and his hands on my thighs pressing my legs apart and down he began to slam into my ass. It was different from how Chad had fucked me, this was not about both of us, this was only about him. His cock punched into my hole over and over again, hammering away at my guts and I cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain with each penetrating thrust. Sweat sprung up all over my body and I felt the heat rising in the room. My hole began to make wet sloppy sounds as this stranger’s cock battered it loose. He kept up a steady string of animalistic grunts as he wrecked my hole, his breathing short and ragged. I watched the muscles in his torso and arms flex as he forced his cock forward, the veins in his powerful arms bulging slightly with the effort. My whole body shook with each powerful jackhammer like thrust and I knew that my hole was being destroyed. I, however, didn’t care; it felt too good. I had found that place of peace, and was doing what I was meant to do: taking a man’s raw cock up my ass. Eventually his rhythm changed from the hole destroying jackhammer to random quick thrusts of the whole length of his cock, he was getting close. Letting out a sound like the roar of a lion he slammed into me and held his pulsing cock deep inside of me. As his load emptied into my guts I felt a sense of euphoria wash over me. Once his cock had stopped twitching he pulled out, spanked my ass once and moved to go put his clothes on. Without saying a word he dressed quickly and then, with only a wink was gone. I lay there on the bed, cum dripping from my battered hole, my legs still in the air for a long moment. My phone buzzed. Slowly I let down my legs and rolled over to grab my phone from the nightstand. It was a text from Chad. Good job boy. Next guy is on his way. He’ll be there in ten. I smiled and slipped a finger into my loose hole.

Think I'm in the minority here, huge turn off for me when a top refers to my hole as 'pussy' or 'cunt'. I still let him fuck & breed because I want that load but I feel I'm a MAN getting fucked by a MAN & hearing words linked to the female gender during sex just kills the vibe for me. If you want pussy or cunt then go find yourself a woman..I'm a man & you are fucking my ASS..HOLE

Never been piss fucked, sounds amazing!

I had been told on a handful of occasions throughout my stay in New York City about a bar known as The Eagle in the Chelsea are of Manhattan. "You've got to go to The Eagle" "You'll get what you want in The Eagle" "You've never been to The Eagle?" and so on. I was told it was a leather bar. Which at first put me off going, I'm not exactly a gay scene member. I'm a pretty regular bisexual guy who's interested in the world of kink without being a regular participant. Besides the only leather I had with me were a pair of regular boots. The idea I had in mind was leather ass-less chaps with a hardness and gay policeman's hat. I wasn't about to dress up as a member of the village people just to get into a club. After I was enlightened to what the place was actually like, I thought it was worth going. "Maybe on a quiet night" I thought, that way I wouldn't be bombarded with too much to process and I'd be more comfortable sat at the bar. I decided to go on a Monday. If I had checked their website in advanced I would have found out that Monday was actually foot fetish night. Now I'm pretty neutral when it comes to this fetish but if I had of know I probably would've went on another night. I head to the bar which opened at 9pm and made my way upstairs. On the quiet nights only the upstairs section of the three storey bar was open. I was greeted by a shirtless barman who looked like Chuck Lidell(ufc fighter) and ordered a drink. He was friendly and welcoming and very open from the get go, he explained to me why there was foot fetish videos on the TV screen, and two guys tickling each other in the corner. I felt a little embarrassed, he asked me about my type as he saw that none of the 9 patrons were talking to me. I told him I was into older guys. "You'd like my friend Kurt, he might be here later" "Cool" I thought. I observed as the barman played cupid with people sitting at the bar, those he knew previously and those he just met. He seemed to enjoy this, but was in no way forced like the barman at Stonewall. He was a really cool barman, didn't pretend to like anyone he didn't like but wasn't rude either. If he wasn't a bottom I'd be very keen to let him fuck me. I wasn't his type anyway, he was more into Latin guys. Speaking of which. A midget parks himself next to me on a stool at the bar. Is midget correct term? Dwarf maybe? Anyway he was about 4 feet tall, Latino, very confident. He immediately struck up a conversation with me. I was the only Irish guy he had ever met. We made some small talk and for whatever reason he wanted to show me some leather harness he bought. He had a picture on his phone. As he flicked through the pics of this unimpressive harness, in a very obviously deliberate move he "accidentally" brought up a picture of his dick(which to be honest was impressive given his size) "Oops, I didn't mean to show you that.....what do ya think?" "Very impressive" I answered smiling. I for just a second contemplated having sex with this guy, just so I could say I was fucked by a midget(dwarf ) however he was being a little overbearing and I soon became uninterested. He got up to use to toilet and never came back. In his place, sat an older black guy who worked just down the street and was just popping in for an after-work drink. He was friendly and interesting and we seemed to be getting on. "Can I swap shoe with you?" "What?!" This was an odd request. Then I remembered where I was. "Just for a few minutes" I hesitantly obliged, it seemed to give him a lot of pleasure. A German man in full leather(pants, boots, and harness) sat beside me, he had a strong BO. Not a bad smell, but a strong smell of sweat, quite nice actually. He joined in on our conversation and filled me with compliments. He leaned in for a kiss, as we were kissing a felt a hand slide down the back of my jeans and grab my ass. I thought it was the German but it was the black guy, I guess he wanted a feel. He then pulls me in for a kiss. The German shoves both his hands up my shirt and feels his way around. "You taste great" says the black guy. His hand sliding further down to the point where I'm sitting on it. His finger pushes into my hole. We all go in for a triple kiss, I'm getting horny. "Come with me" says the German. and takes me by the hand to the toilets. For whatever reason the black dude didn't follow us. Inside the toilets were two older leather guys, one taking a piss into the other guy's glass. He then taps his dick on the rim of the glass making sure every last drop had gone in. Without hesitation, the leather sub knocks back the entire glass of piss. "You find that horny" enquired the German. "Yeah it's hot" I replied. He pulled me into a cubical and shut the door. "Get down" I squat in front of his leather pants in the piss soaked cubical. He pulls out a bottle of poppers and takes a huff. He then feeds me some. The club music begins to pound heavier as does my heartbeat. He pulls out a semi erect penis with a large Prince Albert through the head I place it in my mouth and taste the metal. He pushes his semi soft cock down the back of my throat with gentle thrusts. The feeling of the metal sliding down my throat is new to me and very pleasurable. I take it down and swallow, massaging the head with each gulp. His crotch smells as good and strong as the rest of him, and the high from the poppers heighten this. I feel his cock harden with my lips. He puts the bottle under my nose again "Breath deep" I get nice and light headed, he begins to fuck my throat as he sniffs back the poppers. I see people in the corner of my eye looking in. It gets me going. I start to gag on his cock as he fucks harder and harder, I sense he is close to blowing his load down my throat. I pull back but he pushes my head against the cubical wall so I have nowhere to go. He fills my mouth with his cum, it tastes great. "Open" I open to show him his load. He spits in my mouth and slaps me on the cheek, I swallow it all down. As we leave the cubical and old man grabs me by the arm "I was watching you in there. You're a dirty little boy" This was all done in a very creepy way, that made me feel kind of intimidated, he was really grabbing my arm tight. "Let go of him" said the German guy. and he brought me back to my seat. As I got back to my seat I was scolded by the barman. "You should've let me know you were going to the bathroom, here I held your drink. Next time tell me. Anybody could've put something in there" Oops. I was very impressed that he cared enough to hold my drink and give me a lecture. Luckily(or unluckily depending on your fantasy) I wasn't spiked. "Anyway, Kurt is here, he's at the end of the bar" I excuse myself and head down to see Kurt. He's about 6 feet tall. Wearing jeans large black boots and a sleeveless shirt. He had a bald head and a goatee. Fitting my type(or one of my types) perfectly. Right away we got on great, I felt immediately comfortable around him, and his Texas charm was working wonders. We had a few drinks and he invited me back to his place. The barman looked over and said "See I told ya" he had certainly done his job as cupid well. Just as the place was filling up we decided to leave. Kurt took me to his place in Hell's Kitchen and up to the apartments rooftop. We took in the view and he offered me some weed, I accepted and he gave me a blow back from his joint. This let to a few minutes of passionate kissing. He was probably the best kisser I've ever been with(boy or girl) he knew his way around a mouth, his lips were soft and beard felt great. After a few minutes of swapping spit we moved downstairs to his bedroom. We both undress. "You've got a great ass" he remarks, I thank him. "I'd love to rape that!" "You can" I reply. I feel his body, he is in great shape. His dick is very long. I comment on the size of his penis and he tells me not to worry. "I'll go slow at first" I suck his dick for some time he loves it. Then he parks me on all fours in front of him. He taps my hole with his large dick. "Breath" I take deep breaths as he pushes his dick into me. I feel a shock and push forward, bashing my head off of the headboard. We both laugh before he gives my head a gentle kiss. He is such a cool guy it really makes me want to please him. "Lay on your back" He grabs my ankles and stretches my legs apart, he plunges his dick down in one go, it takes the breath from me but I have nowhere to go. So I take the shock, he begins to fuck. "Yeah exactly like that, fuck your boy hole" He is getting me extremely horny "Fuck me, that's so big" I tell him. "Yeah? You like me raping your ass boy?" I feels so good I can barely answer. "I can tie you up and just rape your hole all day long. If you scream I'll shove my sock in your mouth....Or maybe something else" With that he pulls out and straddles my chest. Pulls my head up by my hair and jams his cock down my throat. I gag a lot and start to drool over his cock. He then buries it back into my hole and fucks. He leans in so my legs are over my head, wraps his arms around me and tongues my mouth and he pounds my hole. This angle is extremely sexy and I can feel his dick pushing through my second ring, it feels amazing. He then turns me around and pounds me from behind, still penetrating my second ring balls deep in my ass. "Im about to cum boy" His speed picks up and I start to loose my breath. "You want my load?" "Yes Sir!" I bellow out. He shoots in me deep, balls deep right into my guts. It makes me hot how deep his dick is in me. "Your turn to cum" "That's ok" I reply, sensing that he might be tired from his machine like fucking. "No way. I'm not the only one having fun tonight" If I could marry that man I would. Where are these kind of tops in Ireland? "Come here" He places me on top on him straddling, with his large dick still in my ass. I grind it deep as I jerk on my dick. It doesn't take much wanking until I blow a huge load on his hairy chest, I collapse, sweaty and exhausted. He pulls my face towards him and makes me lick the sweat and cum from his chest. "Now that's hot" he says calmly. I fall asleep in his arms. He woke me in the morning, fucked another load into me and sent me on my way. We got to know each other before I left and met a few more times, he was one of the nicer guys I met in the states and is the kind of guy I'd do anything sexually with. Those kind of guys are hard to come by, especially at home. Makes me glad I listen to the advice and finally went to the Eagle. My first time there was a resounding success and pretty soon I became a semi regular. Hope anyone who reads this enjoys it. Sorry this entry didn't come sooner. Still trying to come to terms with my recent diagnosis and events surrounding it. So some days it's hard to write about my experiences as I just don't have the energy, I may be a little depressed. Pretty soon I will report on the meeting I believe got me infected, which will be hard given that it has come to light that the guy knew he was positive and told me otherwise. But I think it's the most important part of my stay there, so it's coming up soon. Thanks for reading

Sounds great to me. Get that out of the way and not worry about anything but satisfying my top or tops.

Throat fucking someone and watching them try to run away from it is funny. I'm like "you wanted it so you're going to have all of it." They can be tearing up all they want...and yet their mouth is still on the dick.

Feeling Big Al’s cum leak out of my ass was strangely intoxicating. I felt a sort of wild freedom as I rose, still licking some of his spunk from my lips, and the big bearded man rose beside me. He wrapped one of his huge arms around my neck and half pulled, have crushed me against him. A second later we were moving up the stairs and across the hall to where I saw light streaming through the open door of the master bedroom. Big Al put a finger to his bearded mouth, and I nodded. We walked to the open door as quietly as we could, though given the grunts and moans coming from the open door – as well as the noises coming from behind the closed doors at the opposite end of the hallway - I was pretty sure no one was going to hear us. Big Al got to the door first, and grinned, gesturing to me with one hand to come stand beside him. I bit my bottom lip, felt more of his spunk dribble from my ass, and went to join him. My mouth dropped open at the view. Mark lay naked and spread-eagle on the king-sized bed, each of his ankles secured in a loop of tape-covered rope that was secured to the bedposts at the head of the bed frame, his hands were tied in front of him, and he was perched up on his elbows, his slim chest already damp with sweat. He was blindfolded with one bandanna, and a second bandanna was tied around his open mouth, gagging him. Behind him, between his legs and grinding into him with an exaggerated circular motion that I imagined was causing all sorts of incredible sensations was Bill, who’d shucked his shirt and revealed his stocky, hairy chest, and one strong arm which gripped tight in Mark’s hair and pulled him backward as he shifted himself behind the young man. The open bottle of lube, and the wicked smile on Bill’s face told me that his dick was buried deep, and the groaning, moaning voice that was muffled by the gag told me that Mark was definitely enjoying having Bill inside his ass. Bill saw us, of course, and his smile widened. He winked at me, sticking out his tongue and giving Mark a short series of faster hip-grinds, which made Mark groan all the louder. Bill leaned forward and pulled harder on Mark’s hair, until his mouth was close to Mark’s ear. “What if I told you you were being watched, little boy?” Bill asked. “Do you like the idea of being watched as much as you like the idea of being fucked?” Mark’s groan was nearly tortured – I knew that sound, I’d been making it earlier: he didn’t want to want it, but he desperately wanted it. Bill smiled all the wider. “You know daddy is going to make you his, don’t you?” he asked, and again, the moan that followed was nearly guttural. Bill laughed. Beside me, I felt Big Al’s fingers brush my ass, and then slide between my ass cheeks. I looked at him, and he grinned, tugging me toward him until I was standing in front of him. His cock had recovered from before, and he rubbed it up and down the small of my back. I couldn’t help it – I groaned a bit myself, and I saw Mark startle as he realized Bill hadn’t been setting up a fantasy. Mark was truly being watched. But Bill took Mark’s mind off it almost immediately, letting go of his hair, bracing both arms to either side of the slim young man, and then giving his ass three quick pumps that made Mark’s shoulders sag and his head slump. He was almost whimpering. Tied up like that, he couldn’t do much but be ridden, and I could see the tension building in his body. “You want daddy to ruin you, don’t you, boy?” Bill said, his voice deep and almost dangerous. My whole body shivered, and behind me, Big Al aimed his dick at my spunk-sticky hole and pushed himself into me. I ground back against him, leaning forward slightly to accommodate his height, and groaned again. My eyes were riveted to Bill’s hairy arms and chest as he moved in a constant rhythm against Mark. God, I wanted to be Mark. Big Al’s hand slid around my chest and pulled me up against himself. His thick beard tickled my ear as he leaned in close, and whispered “The boy’s about to be bred for real, just like your friend Tim. My head spun. I wasn’t entirely sure what Big Al meant. I opened my mouth to ask him, and then heard another voice. “Is this where the line starts?” I turned to see Robert and Mac, who had come from one of the rooms behind me and were obviously done blowing each other – though they were both hard, both naked, and both enjoying the show happening in front of them. “Definitely,” Big Al huffed, starting to fuck me now, standing behind me and jabbing me with his cock with short little thrusts. My sore hole clenched on his dick, and I bit my lip. My eyes returned to Mark, who must have heard the question and the answer. His noises were barely coherent. Bill ground into him. “Ready for it, boy? Ready for freedom?” Mark’s head bowed, his hair sweaty and sticking up from all angles from Bill’s grip. He was desperately shoving back against Bill’s dick, and the sound he managed to make wasn’t exactly a word, but the intent was clear. He desperately wanted Bill to keep fucking him. “Fuck yeah,” Robert’s voice was heavy with lust, adding “Fill that boy with the seed.” It finally clicked what was happening. Tim’s talk about how fucking with Bill had opened his mind up to new experiences and new freedoms. Big Al’s “bred for real” comment. Bill saying he would “ruin” Mark. I gasped, and Big Al’s hands clenched on my waist, holding me in place, and he started to mirror Bill’s thrusts. What if I’d been the one who’d chosen Bill’s keys? On the bed, I heard Bill growl, and he nearly yelled as he said “Fuck yeah, boy – there it is, take daddy’s seed in deep!” My whole body clenched, and I came on the spot without touching my cock at all.

Big Al saw me hesitate, and his teeth flashed from under his bushy beard. "Wait, no, you're right," he said, adding "get naked. Then get over here." His hand rubbed his crotch again, and I watched the muscles play in his thick arms. My stomach was in knots. I couldn't believe I'd tossed my keys into that bowl. Again, I remembered Tim telling me about his relationship with Bill. "He's really opened me up," Tim had said, "in more ways that one." I'd laughed then, but I wasn't laughing now. I was too nervous. Tim had had his first threesome with Bill, and - to my amazement - Tim had admitted that the dirtier and wilder they got, the more he enjoyed himself. "I had no idea what I was missing until he showed me," Tim had said, with all seriousness. I bit my lip, and tugged my shirt over my head. Big Al smiled, and his eyebrows rose. "That's the attitude, boy." I rose, and self-consciously undid my belt, kicked off my shoes and socks, and then stepped out of my jeans, wearing only my underwear now. At this point my nerves faltered a bit more. I think Big Al noticed again, because he pulled off his shirt. Holy crap did he live up to the name. His arms were like tree trunks, thick with knots of muscle, as was his chest. To my surprise, he wasn't at all hairy other than the beard. That he had a belly didn't ruin the effect - if anything, it made him seem all the more masculine. He looked like a freaking viking or something. With that encouragement, I dropped my underwear and walked over to where he was sitting. He spread his big arms across the back of the couch and smiled at me. "Get it wet, boy," he ordered. I crouched naked in front of him and undid his belt a little awkwardly, then pulled it free from his jeans. He lifted a bit from the cushion when I unbuttoned and unzipped him, and then when I tugged at the jeans his dick - as thick as the rest of him - sprung free. Big Al went commando. I'm not gonna lie. My mouth watered. It had been a while, and listening to Tim constantly talking about the new and interesting ways Bill had shoved his cock inside Tim had been riling me up for weeks. Big Al's uncut meat - a favorite of mine - was just the ticket. I went down on him with a vengeance, slurping the full length of him into my mouth before he was fully hard, and working my tongue under the big guy's foreskin. "Oh, that's right, boy, you slobber that up good," he groaned, his voice like gravel. He got hard quickly under my enthusiastic sucking, and I had to move a hand to grip his shaft. His was one of the thickest dicks I'd ever sucked, and his length was nothing to sneeze at, either. I moved my free hand up his belly to his hard chest, and pressed against his strong muscle, redoubling my efforts to suck his dick whole. I held my breath while I buried his dickhead in my throat for a few seconds - I was out of practice, and nearly gagged the second time - and one of his thick hands took my shoulder, squeezing a little. "Hold on boy, you're gonna make me come," he said. I let his dick come free from my mouth. "I like to swallow," I said, and my face burned red. I'd never admitted that before, not even to Tim. I liked spunk - I liked it a lot - and I knew that was a bit taboo. Tim's admittance to having allowed Bill come inside him a while back had shocked the hell out of me, but I'd also gotten hard on the spot. Big Al's smiled down at me, definitely amused. "Oh, now I see the boy's true colors, huh?" He gave my cheek an affectionate pat. "It ain't your throat I want to spunk, boy," he said. He must have seen my expression, because he laughed. "Uh oh, boy is spooked," he said. Then he reached down and put both his hands under my armpits and lifted me. I say lifted me, and I mean it. He actually pulled me up onto the couch, his arms flexing with what didn't seem like a whole lot of effort on his part, and the next thing I knew I was sitting on his lap, his dick pressed between my ass cheeks, my own hard on against his belly, and his bearded lips were crushed against mine. It was a sloppy kiss - he was all spit and tongue - it was like he was trying to fill my mouth with himself, and when his arms wrapped around me and squeezed, the strength in them was incredible. I could barely breathe. He laughed when he let go, and I put my hands on his chest, gasping a little. "You want my dick in you, boy, I know it," he said. "Uh," I managed. My head was spinning. I was so turned on. His rough hands slid down my back, and he rubbed one finger between my ass cheeks, fingering my whole with the tip of one of his thick fingers. I bit my lip and pressed my face into his shoulder, moaning a little. It had been way too long since I'd been fucked. "Here," he said, "climb on." He raised his massive arms, and slid one, then the other, under my thighs. I wasn't sure exactly what he was doing until he started to lift. I had to walk my hands along the wall behind the couch - he was raising my full weight from my thighs, lifting me higher and higher above him. I nearly lost my balance, but then he gave one last little shove, and I was pretty much face against the wall and almost above him. I thought for a second he was going to suck my dick as he pulled my crotch toward his face - I was terrified I'd blow as soon as his mouth touched my dick - but then he gave one more little lift and he leaned back a bit and lowered my ass onto his mouth. His tongue buried itself in my hole, and I let out a long, loud, cry. Balanced on his arms, barely holding myself upright against the wall, I was helpless as he tongue-fucked my pucker. I writhed, gasping and moaning and swearing, as his rough beard rubbed between my cheeks and the strong wet darting flicks of his tongue drove me absolutely crazy. I'd always loved being rimmed, but he seemed to have found a way to drill right into my brain with his tongue. I was going crazy, wriggling and twisting on his tongue. He lifted me again - actually lifted me! - and said, "I'm going to eat this pucker till you beg me to fuck it and fill it." It came out matter-of-fact, but I could hear his amusement, too. Then he lowered me back onto his face and that incredible assault began all over again. I squirmed. I twisted. I arched my back so far I nearly fell back off him, though he shifted one hand to the small of my back and held me in place. The scent of his sweat was starting to hit me, and I was whimpering a bit. "Please!" I gasped as he drilled his tongue in with a long stroke. "Oh! Please!" He lifted me again. "Please what, boy?" he asked. Again, that sardonic amusement. His beard, and my ass, were drenched with his spit by this point. I bit my lip. Oh god! What was I thinking? He chuckled, and his mouth returned to my hole, all the more aggressive with his tongue and beard. His hands massaged my thighs in turn as he held me above him, and I was uttering an endless stream of nonsense begging and swearing. I couldn't take it. "Please!" I nearly shouted. "Please! Fuck me!" He lifted me, but this time his finger slid into my pucker, just a little. "And..?" he asked. Spontaneously I groaned "Fill me! "Fuck me and fill me!" His rough grip shifted, and he pretty much threw me onto my back on the couch. He smiled down at me - his beard soaked with his spit, and he hoisted first one, then the other of my legs over his wide, hugely muscular shoulders, lined-up his dick and I bit my lip and closed my eyes. "Open your eyes, boy," he ordered, and I did, feeling my face turn all the redder. "I like to watch you watch me," he grinned, and then he pushed into me. His dick, with only his saliva to work with, was a harsher entry than I was used to, but he maintained a slow but even pressure until I felt his belly press against my thighs. I groaned as I felt his balls against my ass, and he slid his hands down my thighs, lifting my ass to give him a better angle. His thick chest and strong arms flexed, and I groaned again. I felt so full - his cock was hot and throbbed a bit inside my eaten hole. "Say it again," he again ordered. "Fuck me and fill me!" I begged. There was no other word for it. He grinned, growled, and started to fuck me with strong, hard, thrusts. My hands flew to his chest, and pressed hard against his firm muscle, my ankles locked behind his neck, and I found myself repeating it over and over. "Fuck me and fill me! Fuck me! Oh, god, fuck me and fill me!" "Yeah," Big Al grunted. "Yeah, that's what you want, boy, you want Big Al to breed you, don'tcha boy?" I agreed whole-heartedly. My ass was aching with the man's rough fuck, and I was doing everything I could to drive him in deeper, pulling on his neck with my legs. I was desperate to have him inside me, to keep him inside me, and to feel his spunk inside me. Tim was right, this was incredible. "Fuck!" Big Al grunted, and with the word, the flood of heat inside my pucker hit me like a train. I threw my head back, riding a wave of pleasure from the sensation - it soothed and burned all at the same time - and cried out wordlessly, more of an exhalation than anything else. I reached for my dick and jerked myself furiously, erupting between us with three long spurts of my own cum. "Holy shit," I said, gasping. Big Al pulled out, and leaned back on his haunches. "Now you can swallow it," he said. I looked at his dick, slick with his cum, and rolled over and then crawled toward him. Most of his load was up my ass - though it was now leaking out of me onto Bill's couch, along with the spunk dripping from my stomach - but there was more than enough on Big Al's dick to make my mouth water. I started to lick and suck him clean, savoring the taste. Big Al's hand rested on my head. "Hear that?" he asked. I paused, still hearing mostly my heartbeat in my ears. But now that he'd drawn my attention to it, I knew what Big Al meant. I could hear a voice - definitely Mark's reedy voice - groaning and moaning. It wasn't recognizable as words, whatever he was saying, but it was pretty loud. I slurped at Big Al's dick, looking up at him. He knew I'd heard. "Sounds like Bill left the door open," Big Al said. He smiled. "Let's go look." (to be continued)

Thanks maverick! It feels fucking awesome from my end and I can't figure out why more guys aren't into it. I used to have a young fb I did this with all the time. Every time he'd pretend to be upset, but he really loved it too. Especially when I'd keep my cock in him like a stopper, and walk him to the bathroom with his feet on top of mine like a little kid. Then he'd stand in the shower and let it out ... the piss and cum running down his legs. Good times man!

Looking good cub, I would def fuck you.

Yes i can dig. I have met many drivers over the years and NSA turned into a FB quick...regular visits. i never had trouble at a truckstop, drivers ask me if they blocked my truck, so i guess i dont stand out. id Just stay overnight and leave on the DL on daybreak. Morningsex rocks...and my bud gets to drive with a warm loaded butt

Although I knew the bar wouldn't likely shift, I was trying not to move too much as I was so horny that I could see myself shaking down the house in my determination to back-up on that cock. The cock felt great and the poppers kept me high and the adrenaline of the situation kept me going. There was so much wrong with this but I didn’t care at that point. Frank and Steve called to Patrick from the kitchen. “Sorry, they need me. When Andy gets back tell him it will be about fifteen minutes till dinner is ready then you guys can come eat. I’ll leave you alone till then. I hope he isn’t too long” I heard my boyfriend say, as, ever the gracious host him got up from the bar. I had to keep from screaming when Nick pulled his monster out of ass, partly because it hurt and partly because it left me feeling so…vacant. I grabbed the bottle of poppers to see if there was any still in it, which thankfully there was, although not very much and slid out from my position under the bar. It’s funny that you never notice how uncomfortable a position really is until you try to leave it. Once out from under the bar I hit the floor, bottle under my nose, ass in the air, turned around looked at Nick begged him to fuck me again. He didn’t take much begging but it was a big turn on to do so. In no time at all he had that monster back inside me and was fucking me as hard and fast as he could with his full length. And I thought the previous fucking was good, man could this guy move. Drunk, poppered, and getting plowed by a poz stud with a huge cock, one load in me and another on the way all while my boyfriend and his Dad and Uncle were in the next room. I moaned in pleasure. “You like this big dick fucking you?” “Yes sir, I sure do, please don’t stop.” “You heard I’m poz?” I took another deep breath from the poppers, “Yes,” was all I could moan in response. He pushed me hard into the floor driving his cock as deep into me as he could grabbing my hair and pulling my head back as far as he could. “You want another poz load in that hole?” Again I moaned yes. “Yeah I know you do. I’m working on it baby. I’m gonna fuck so much cum into you. Does your boyfriend know you’re a bottom cum slut? That’s what you are now, a dirty poz cum slut?” He whispered harshly into my hear while driving that cock in and out of my ass. “You want this load? You want me to breed you? You want me to infect that ass don’t you?” The only answer the pleasure and the poppers would allow me to answer was yes. Yes. YES! God, I wanted him to blow another load into me and keep on fucking. I never wanted his dick to leave my hole. It seemed so perfect, his god-like body fucking me with that beautiful cock forever. The intoxication of the moment was almost too much. His poz load would fill my guts until I too was infected and he would just keep fucking me. The virus would ravage my body and all the while he would be fucking me. When our bodies were old and dead the sexual momentum we has spent the time building would carry on for eternity and he would always be spilling his precious seed into me. Yes I wanted him to fill me again. And just like that I was cumming. I opened my mouth to scream the climax was so intense but it was instantly covered by his rough hand. “You asked for it baby, here it comes.” His body slammed into me again and again as he climaxed and came dumping shot after shot of cum into my hole. I was shaking from the chill, from the orgasm, from the poppers I’d been sniffing for entirely too long, from knowing I had just begged a poz man to fill me with his load, from know that I enjoyed it way too much. He lay on top of me. I could still feel every inch of him in me. I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck and I could feel his cock throbbing with every heartbeat. What a fuck! After a moment he got up and ordered me to clean his dick off, which I did happily. I put his dick in my mouth and sucked off the cum and ass juice. His cock tasted like fuckin' heaven. Once satisfied that it was clean he put it away and picked up his drink and left to go to the kitchen to join the other guys. I took a few deep breaths and staggered upstairs to the bathroom to clean up. I had cum on my stomach from shooting my load and I would need to clean out my ass. Remembering the cum I starting fingering it into my mouth on my way up the stairs, thinking god I love the taste of cum. Having eaten all my cum on the way, when I got to the bathroom I grabbed a rag to wet and wipe the stickiness from my stomach and was about to use the bathroom when Patrick popped his head in asking "You okay?" "Yes, I'm fine, I just need to freshen up." He entered the bathroom, closed the door, kissed me, and proceeded to help me with my disheveled hair. “No more drinks for you until after dinner” he said, giving me that ‘what am I going to do with you look’. He kissed me again, grabbed my hand and led me down stairs to the dining room for dinner. Nick was grinning from ear-to-ear as I sat down, oh so slowly. It wasn’t until I was actually seated that I realized that since Patrick decided to visit me in the bathroom I never got a chance to clean out my ass. I was so nervous about keeping his cum inside me. What kind of person wants poz cum inside his ass? That’s just wrong. It was the poppers and the alcohol. But it did feel good having it in there. Then, amid the chatter of the guys, I heard Patrick say to me “Oh, after we eat me, Dad and Uncle Steve want to go see the new Harry Potter movie at the theater. Since I know you have no interest in that stuff, and Nick doesn’t either, I thought the two of you could keep each other company.”