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Last night I attended a frat party, at which, because of summer break, I didn't know many of the guys, although my frat usually invites guys from all the other frat houses around town. Anyhow, we all started drinking, smoking and messing around with each other. I was just wearing a white tank top and some blue shorts with briefs underneath. I got into a conversation with two brothers from town but couldn't help but notice they were continuously staring at my ass. After a few minutes one of the brothers suggested the three of us go upstairs, but before we even stepped foot into one of the bedrooms, the three of us began making out in the hallway. We ended-up undressing in the hall, and then slipped into one of the bedrooms where, when my legs were spread wide, one of the brothers started licking my hole while I blew the other guy. Then the guy who had been rimming me stood-up and slipped his raw cock in my hole. He and his brother switched positions a couple of times until each blew his load deep into my ass, all the while they made-out in front of me. This morning I woke up naked as an anonymous jock pounded my ass. I pushed back onto his cock as he grunted "Yeah, take that cock!" I couldn't believe that I was being bred by a jock, let alone an anonymous jock. In any event, he kept pounding my ass hard until he moaned loudly, blowing a big load in my ass. He slapped my ass and slowly pumped my ass, until he withdrew and taunted me saying "Fuck yeah, you like that poz load in your ass, slut?" I moaned an affirmation of sorts. I only saw his face when he left, and never saw him on campus. Nor did he leave his number. Damn.

Graduating to Becoming A Gifter Looking back on it now...it all began so innocently (or at least, innocently enough.) After those hung guys had bred me, I never told anyone how much of a violated and used up cumdump I had felt like but the change was apparent to me even though I could not even admit it to myself. I went from willing and submissive bottom to an over-the-top macho dom fucker top. I plowed the ever-living-hell out of any cute, sexy, or hunky ass that passed my way but...I tried to play safe until I got up the nerve to get tested. Then something went horribly wrong...although now I think it was the best thing to have happened to me. Bang! My dorm door slammed open as I stumbled groping and kissing this slim dominican with a sexy set of six-pack abs and a swimmers chest and arms. He was at some pride dance and we had gotten to grinding in the sweaty crowd and as soon as I put that ass against my crotch, I knew I was going to have to fuck this kid like there was no tomorrow...and he knew it too. "Damn, you're a stud," he moaned ripping off his pants and bouncing back onto my bed, already bare bottomed since he had gone commando and his shirt I had torn off someplace between the club and the short hop to my place since the college was in the middle of the city. My belt was unbuckled and jeans falling off to the floor in no time. "You're quite the looker yourself playboy," I flirted with a wink and sly grin. My 8.5 uncut dick was throbbing something awful in the otherwise comfortably fitted black boxer-briefs with the word "TOP" stitched onto the backside incase I went to an underwear party and anyone wanted to take the guessing out of what I wanted. "I have a feeling you want to get right to fucking me," he said as though he wanted an expected it rather than was asking it. He rolled onto his stomach wiggling his ass and getting on his knees and looking back at me with a wicked glint in his eyes and a quirked eyebrow, "Doggy or missionary to start?" I already had produced a condom and went for my desk next to the bed to grab the lube. "Lube that hole up good too, I am gonna be diving in hard and will fuck you like the bitch you are whether you can handle it or not," I ordered, half-serious, and half in jest. "Yes, Daddy," he obeyed already fingering his ass and taking ahold of the lube to apply gratuitous amounts onto it as he did so. The condom was already on and I tossed the wrapper aside, my fat veined cock was hurting it was so hard, I had to fuck him good so I could cum at least once just to get a hardon that wouldn't drive me nuts. I was on him before he had barely taken his finger out of his ass and my rubbered cock sunk into his firm bubble butt swiftly. He reared his head back and gasped moaning and trying to move forward a little to stall for a little adjust time, but I had already grabbed ahold of his dirty blonde hair and tugged on it hard like reining in a horse and plunged balls deep and kept my other hand firmly on the small of his back to rail this tight-holed bottom until he was as loose as I preferred a bottom to be. "Fuck kid, you're mine now," I told him as I smashed unforgivingly into his twink boy hole. He cried out in pain and pleasure and before too long began to loosen and give in when he couldn't get away without me gripping his hair harder to force my cock in fully. "Take it you fuck slut," I barked the order in his ear as I leaned in pounding on him and then licked and sucked on his sweet and sweaty neck. All there was for the next 10 minutes was the sound of him moaning and my balls slapping into his ass checks while splitting that hole ever deeper with my dick. I couldn't believe it was getting even thicker. I think I felt it more than heard it, even though I know I heard something faint...but it took me a moment to realize the condom had suddenly snapped. Whether because of how tight he was when I first started or how fat my cock had gotten...or fuck, maybe it was because gun oil and regular condoms don't go so well together, oops! I kept on fucking him though, he didn't seem to noticed and was grinding now into me like a bitch in full-on heat. I was so turned on thinking of cumming in such an amazing ass I couldn't even help it. I went from planning to fuck him mercilessly for the next half hour to shooting a near week's worth of saved cum right up the fuck-holes raw cunt. I just impaled him harder and harder as I shot volley after volley of my seed. I still hadn't gotten tested...but maybe he was lucky and I was neg. Otherwise it had been months and I would be unmedicated and he'd be knocked up for sure. "Fuck, yes," I whispered just imagining him now carrying my DNA inside him and being forever branded with what was now my calling card. I knew I'd never wear a condom again..at least not without planning to break it and cum inside a bottom. A gifter was born and so was the next part of the Breeding Chain with this poz seed. "Oh god, that was amazing..." he breathed slowly pulling off my wet semi-hard dick. I tried tugging at the condom to make it seemed covered still as he turned around to look back. He must have suspected cum was inside him, I shoot so fucking much even when I have been jerking off daily. "Yeah, you don't know the half of it," I laughed.

Intro The best stories are the ones we secretly know are true, and man have I got some truth for you. Often we just talk about how we got pozzed or how we knocked up someone else, but how often do you see the chain reaction? The ones who came before. The ones who came after. So let me show you what most don't see. You're probably wondering who I am, how old I am, what race I am, what I look like, but I won't bore you with the details...I could be anyone and when you hear my story you can imagine it as anyone or even yourself because if you go raw...it probably will be you soon if it hasn't been already. How It All Began: 2 Macho Arab DL Stealthers Part I I was horny. Typical, right? Yet, horny for something particularly special. I like all races honestly, as long as they have a sexy look to them, but some completely make me melt. Middle-Eastern guys were a rare thing to come across for me and when I saw a mailing from two that were both hung tops from a craigslist ad I had placed, I couldn't resist. DL, hairy chested, almost latino in skin-tone, one 33 and the other 41 but they were neighbors and were going to play separately. I didn't care to ask questions about the unconventional dynamic, I just wanted the best part about their stats to be in front of me and then in me...their 8,5 and 9.5 inch cocks. I was ready in no time and out on the road...it was an hour drive, but I had a feeling it'd be worth it. When I arrived at the first guy's place, I felt the all too familiar nervous excitement heighten my senses and cause my hole to ache hungrily to be satisfied. I'd brought poppers and gun oil for lube. He had told me the door would be open and to wear no undies. I turned the knob to the one-story home and sure enough it was open. It was minimally decorated but the quality of the items was evident. The bedroom I could see from where I stood and I could also see the naked form that occupied it stroking an already hardened cock. Resisting every urge to just run over to cram that meat into my mouth I instead sauntered over sexily, stripping as I went making a show of my every curve, muscle, and sexy asset I felt a horned top would appreciate seeing. As my track shorts dropped to the hardwood floor and my shirt was carelessly discarded it was nothing to kick my tennis shoes off and crawl submissively onto that king sized bed to that thick veined 8.5 incher and start going down on it. I locked eyes on my soon-to-be-top and seductively went down as far as I could on his fat dick before my throat began to protest. I quickly repeated that a few more times before focusing on the conquest in my mouth completely and looking down towards his crotch and deep throated it fully. His hands flew up to my head and held me down to bury my face into his pubes. The scent of a sexy man is an intoxicating thing and I could not help but inhale it deeply. His hands roamed down my back and I could tell he craved my ass already. With a tug at my hair that had just started growing out lately, he pulled me off his cock and maneuvered around me on the bed swiftly to position himself behind me as he kept firm hold of my hair and kept me on my knees. His free hand went to grab the gun oil I had let roll to the side when I initially crawled onto the bed and he wasted no time opening it and applying generous amounts onto my hole and then his swollen manhood. "When I fuck that hole you take all this, I don't care how much it hurts you better get every inch in that tight thing," he ordered and with that he began to push his uncut cock into my hole. "No condom?" I asked, trying to resist and pull forward just a little so he didn't go in fully, but his free hand now pushed down on the arch of my back as he was pulling my hair to lower me down onto the thick thing. His cock head already half way inside. "You said you were neg, right?" He said, and without stopping popped into my protesting ass and began to slide in inch by inch with ease. I hit the poppers despite myself because I could tell he wasn't going to stop and I confess...I did not want to stop him much either. Hung cocks I often prefered raw when I felt more or less safe that they were not poz or had something else. "Yeah, but I..." my words were lost in a sudden gasp of pleasure as the poppers kicked in most wonderfully and opened me invitingly for his filling cock. He plunged the rest of his dick into me and fucked at full on ball slapping speed right from the start. I hit the poppers desperately again moaning and arching my back subserviently to him, just allowing him to take my hole again and again with every thrusting. "Oh Fuuuuuck!" I whispered contently as it hit places in my hole I hadn't felt opened in such a long time. His dick was one of those rigidly straight sorts that you can feel how badly it wants to make it to the deepest and most center part of your ass to plant a seed as quickly as possible. I was just going to be a cumdump for him and it turned me on even more. Smack. Smack. Smack! SMACK! His cock, hips, and balls were crashing against me and into me with total animalistic fervor and intent. Then I heard the grunt. He drove it once more balls deep and held me down his cock lurched and throbbed inside powerfully and spewed surprisingly hot thick spurts of cum into me. I felt each and every of the six streams of jizz hit the back of my ass and fill it easily. He held me there only a few seconds longer as he squeezed the base of his cock and then began to pull out to milk the last bit of cum into my used up hole. "Sorry I came so quick, I've really been needing to fuck since I don't jerk off to cum," he said sounding rather pleased with himself. "It's no problem," I replied with a small smile, not wanting to say I didn't agree to be bred and wasn't warned at any rate. "Well, don't leave. Turn around to face the door, lay on your stomach, and spread those legs," He commanded me with a mischievous grin. My heart quickened in excitement as my newly ignited craving for his magnificent tool took over my thinking -- meaning I didn't think at all and was the obedient little fuck hole he oh so desired. I arched my back and waited patiently, not even wiggling my ass unless commanded or if he grabbed or slapped it for his visual pleasure. It was maybe three minutes before he was near full on hard and got up to swiftly dive into my already cum-filled ass. "Fuck this bitch is full," he chuckled, "You're going to be gushing everywhere when my bud gets you and he'll love that." Damn, that's right...as good, kinky, and especially as risky as this was...it was still just the beginning of my "fuck date." And if he had just expected to fuck and fill and use me I had a feeling his even more hung buddy would be anticipating much the same. What had I gotten myself into?

I was bored earlier this evening so I went online. I'm on holiday so I wanted to hit the local chatroom to see if I could find any bottoms nearby. Boring. None. Nada. But then 'Guy25' opened up a private chat and we started chatting. After twenty-five minutes, we decided to see each other. I told him to come, but since I'm staying in a relative's house we would have to use the attic. We got turned on by the idea of a dusty, dark place to have a sweet fuck. An hour later he texted saying "I'm at the door, come out." I went downstairs, opened the gate and he stepped in. As soon as he passed by my side, I slapped him in his ass and he smiled. Ten seconds in the lift and I was already massaging his cock. We got to the last floor of the block and joked about the luxury of the place, then I opened the door, we entered, and I locked the door behind us. Then the SEX began. We made out wildly and he started stroking me, getting me hard in seconds. I pushed him down to his knees, forcing him to take my cock. He nibbled and gulped my cock, and fuck, he could all but swallow the whole piece. After a few minutes, I told him to jerk himself off as I face-fucked him. We were both sweating profusely, and he stood-up, as much to get some as as to kiss me. With that I turned him around and pushed him against the wall, probing his hole. He reached back and grabbed my cock, making an effort to take it raw, but he was tight as fuck, so I reached into my wallet, found a rubber, and pulled it on. Now I was able to shove my way into his hole without any big problem, but my cock began to loose its rigidity, so I leaned on his back and whispered in his ear: "I'm taking it off." He said nothing so I banged his ass, drilling away. After 15 minutes I announced "I'm close," adding "Where d'ya want it?" And he replied "I don't mind. Your call." So I speed-up and held him still, thrusting powerfully as I came, pumping my seed into his hole. Meanwhile he blew his jizz onto the floor, quietly moaning, even though I was trying to stifle his groans. Two loads later, we dressed up and he took off. I came home after a hot session of barebacking.

The host met with us bottoms briefly and asked if I could stay for a moment. I was about to expect the worst when he started telling me that he was about to change up some of his party scheduling. He hadn't considered the demand for positive tops before. He had been used to negative bottoms wanting to stay negative, so he hadn't actively recruited positive tops. He had just recently, because of me, realized that there were quite a number of negative bottoms that had fantasies of being fucked by positive or possibly positive males. He also noted that out of that number he had recently seen, while loving the fantasy, he had been seeing quite a number of them chickening out when faced with the very real situation. That was puzzling to him to a point. He asked me if I had any suggestions. My only suggestion was to try to arrange more of the possible bug chasers than he had been since I had personally seen several of them leave once they learned about positive tops in the mix. I suggested that he ask if they had already taken positive tops, if so, then they might be more likely to participate. He looked thoughtful and thanked me. He told me that he was working on a party he expected me to be interested in a month or so. A month later found me bound to the fucking bench with four other ready bottoms. The host was a bit vague about the party plans other than telling us that he didn't know for sure that there were any positive tops, but he suspected there might be one or two. This time none of the bottoms left. "Bottoms," he announced loudly, "This is a somewhat special night. I've managed to bring together a rather large number of ready, horny tops. You are free to guess, but since you are all blindfolded, you won't know how many." He continued, "Tonight's plan is to let the tops decide who gets fucked and, as one drops out, then the next one from the pool takes up the empty hole. As usual, we're going to continue until the last top finishes. The bottoms may or may not be released as the party winds down, but there will be a lot of fucking and cum delivered. I hope you all enjoy yourselves. This time the tops were allowed to fuck until they wanted. If they came, someone got bred, if not, he had to wait for another open hole. The first top that entered me was either about average or I had been learning to accept larger cocks. I have to estimate it took him about fifteen minutes to leave his load inside me. Once he pulled out, I was ecstatic that another cock slide right into me and began stroking toward leaving his cum inside me. It, at that point, occurred to me that these tops were getting turned on by the fact that they were getting to fuck, not only a ready hole, but one that had just been fucked and left full of cum and they were getting to watch said hole getting filled. The second top didn't take nearly as long to show the signs of breeding my ass. He clinched my hips and simply kept stroking in and out, all the while, grunting. I snapped for the poppers and enjoyed the head rush as the next cock slid into me. I soon found that rapturous release somewhere about the fifth or so load I knew for a fact had been shot into my guts. I took another deep breath as I felt the next cock slip in and start fucking me. Sloppy and loose as I was by then, I understood that it would take a sizable cock, girth or length to cause me any serious discomfort. I was ready for nirvana. This one took a while and I enjoyed every bit of his stroking and verbal abuse that led up to his loading me up. I loved feeling him thrusting viciously as he met his orgasm, knowing that it was not only my ass that provided it, but that he was rewarding me whether he wanted to or not with his cum. Being that I figured he was buying into the idea he was fucking a cum-dump, I expected he was as happy as I was at that moment. I loved the idea of being fucked raw, not knowing a thing about whoever was seeding me. Just as the idea of cum-dump goes, I wanted to live up to it. Show me, give me a cock, you need to cum, you want to cum, give it to me, fuck me, leave me well-fucked and sloppy, dripping cum. That's what aroused me now. I was lucky tonight, every time a cock pulled out, another took his place, fucked to add his cum to the pool growing inside me. I was wondering how much more blissful I could feel. I finally fell into that mellow mindlessness that I had learned to fall into while being gang-fucked. One cock fucking me, seeding me all began to blur together until they shot their loads. That I always remembered. For some reason, I always remembered in sharp detail whenever a top filled me with cum. It had been a good evening. My asshole was sore and, I knew, full of cum. I was elated. My scrotum and thighs were sticky as hell when I was unstrapped. I was led to the bottom's room and offered a shower. I begrudging took it. While I wanted to keep as much of the cum inside me as I could, I knew I had to clean my thighs off before I went home. I was the last to enter the bottom room and was met by our host. He asked me to stay for a moment. Shortly, once everyone else had left, he informed me that he was starting to arrange a party based on HIV positive tops and was hoping I was interested. I asked and he answered that he had gotten a definite answer from several tops and several bottoms that had expressed interest in being anonymously fucked and bred by known positive tops. He admitted a bit of surprise at that but was willing to set it up since there was a demand. "I'm invited, I hope." "Of course," he said, "I'll text you when it's set up." I had to ask, "How many tops were here tonight? Will you tell me?" He was a bit vague, but admitted that it was north of twenty five.

2. Leaning up again the door to our room, a skinny Asian boy was on his knees, sucking off a an older guy. I felt bad breaking up their activity, but my hole was itching, and there was only one way to scratch it. They headed off towards the dark room, no doubt to pick up where I had interrupted them. In the room, TJ and I put down our bags. "Goddamn," TJ said. "Did that just happen? That guy? Just getting blown in the hall?" "Yeah," I said. "It did. And that's kinda tame for this club. You should see the glory holes." "How did I not know about this before? It's fucking amazing. That your favorite place? The glory holes?" It was hard to pick a favorite part of the club. There were so many parts I had memories of: the glory holes; the maze; the sling room; and, of course, the simple pleasures of getting pounded in a private room. "Well, now you know," I said. "And there are so many parts of the club I like." "You're gonna have to show me," TJ said. I put down my bag. I needed to get naked, get high, and get fucked. "What's the envelope?" I asked him. "Dunno," he said. He opened it. "Damn. Score!" he said, pulling out a small bag of white crystals, and another of four oblong blue tablets. "This is going to be a great night. You better be up for it, cocksucker." He put down his bag as well and pulled out a bottle of water. He popped one of the viagra, and swallowed it. "You need another hit from the pipe, don't you?" he said. It was a command, not a question. "Yeah," I said. I kicked off my shoes, pulled off my shirt and undid my khakis. With each piece of work clothing I took off, another set of inhibitions was removed. By the time I got down to the jock strap, there would be very little I wouldn't do. With another few hits from the pipes, even those last inhibitions would fall to the side. I took another look at TJ, even as I fumbled with the zipper on my pants. I had been taught to see black men as ugly and something slightly less than human. Likewise for so many other ethnic types: Latinos, Asians, Native Americans, Jews, and Arabs. Perfection was a blond-haired, blue-eyed man of unimpeachable Nordic stock. Even my dark brown hair seemed like a fundamental personal failing. Despite TJ's muscular build and thick, hard cock it was hard for me to think of him as an equal, much less a superior. But yet, I was staring at his cock, imagining what it would feel like down my throat again or how it would feel sliding in and out of my hole. I couldn't believe I was lowering myself down even below his level, but in my drug-clouded mind, it was the only right thing to do. "You can leave the jock strap on," TJ said, as I finished taking off my pants. "Keep your dick out of the way." "Ok," I said. My mind was racing under the influence of the crystal. I was staring at TJ, as he undressed, wanting to get back on my knees to suck him off, thinking about the guys I had seen wandering the halls, wanting to bend over and let them fuck me. TJ pulled off his shirt, exposing a broad, muscular chest with the slightest spray of black hair across his pecs. Everything about TJ, from his physical presence dominating the room, to his cock straining against his shorts, all the way to his scent now filling my nostrils screamed "man" to me. But it was hard to reconcile these signals with what I had been taught for so many years, that he was only slightly more evolved than a monkey. "Can't decide if you want to beat me up or suck me off, can you cocksucker?" TJ asked. I nodded, still staring at the black man. He kicked off his shoes and pushed down his shorts. His cock sprang free. It was hard and erect and his balls hung low, heavy with cum. I felt small. I was shorter than him, skinnier than him, and behind my jock strap, my dick was limp and helpless, a victim of the booty bump I had done earlier. "It's ok," TJ continued. "You can still get on your knees and suck me off." It was barely even a command but I still followed. I dropped to my knees, submissive in front of the black man. "Feels better, doesn't it, knowing your place?" I nodded. I tried not to think what my old friends would say, me obeying a black man's every command. I should have been the strong one here and it should have been my cock getting sucked. But instead, it was me on my knees and the black man's cock nestled against my lips. I started to get up, to reinstate the proper order of things and to set the world right. "No, faggot," TJ said. He put his hand on my shoulder and pressed me back down to the floor. "On your knees. Where you belong." I tried once more to stand up, but I was no match for TJ. Effortlessly, he held me down with one hand, and used the other to guide his cock back to my lips. "Give it some attention. You choked on it earlier and loved every moment. You can do it again." I opened my mouth, and took the dark head of his cock into my mouth. There was a bead of pre-cum, slightly salty and bitter, that spread across my tongue. TJ moved his hand to the back of my head, guiding me further down his shaft. "Come on cocksucker," he continued, taking a step back and forcing me to shuffle forward. He sat down on the edge of the bed, spreading his legs wide for me to kneel between. "Let's see how good this crystal is." I did my best to stay on his cock and stole an occasional glance as he prepared the hit. He grabbed his pipe from his bag, and carefully loaded the bowl with a few large shards. I heard the hiss of the lighter, and the barely audible crackle of the crystal melting. "Did you know the guy?" TJ asked. I nodded, not daring to take my mouth off of his dick. "I figured. Has he fucked you before?" I nodded again. I had lost track of the number of loads Dennis had given me. "Damn. He use a condom?" I shook my head. Dennis was adamant about condoms. He never used them. "Fuckin' nasty faggot, taking it bareback." I forced myself to go further down on his cock, further debasing myself. I glanced up enough to see him stick the stem of the pipe in his mouth, then a relative silence as he inhaled the thick white clouds. "You let a lot of guys fuck you, don't you?" I nodded again. It was true. I had tried to keep track starting on New Year's Day, but had pretty much lost track by the time Valentine's Day rolled around. As my personal testament to the enduring power of love, I had partied that weekend and lost track after 7 guys had cum in me. By then, my total for the year was well over a hundred. That had been four months ago and my pace had only picked up. TJ exhaled and a white cloud momentarily occluded his head before drifting down slowly towards me. "How many?" he asked. I pulled off of his black shaft just enough to speak. "I don't know. At least a few hundred in my life." I had never told anyone that and had barely even admitted it to myself. Each individual man seemed ok: it had felt like the right thing at the time, sucking him off or letting him fuck me. But then, over days, weeks, and months, they added up, until it was painfully obvious that I was little more than a cockslut. "Maybe more," I said, now fully aware of how he saw me. "Tweaker slut," he said. TJ stuck the pipe in my mouth. "Time for you to do another hit. You need to be high." Even though the booty bump had me flying, I was more than ready for another hit. TJ held the torch under the bowl. It heated up quickly so soon after the last hit, and I inhaled deeply. The stuff Dennis had given TJ was very good; even from the first wisp, I could feel it hitting my blood and brain. I inhaled as much as I could, watching TJ carefully. When I thought I had taken as much as I could, I nodded, but he just smiled. "A little more, tweaker boy. For me." I did my best, even though my lungs felt like they were about to explode. TJ eventually relented, and took the still-smoking pipe from my mouth. He put it down on a towel next to him, then turned back to me. "Hold it," he said. I needed fresh air, not the intoxicating clouds of the crystal, but I did as he said. "You ever gotten fucked by a black guy?" he asked me. I was about to say something, but TJ put his hand over my mouth, and pinched my nose closed. I thought I could stand it, but it was only a few seconds before I felt smothered. Every second meant that more of the crystal entered my body and I lost more control over my actions. Even just keeping my eyes on TJ seemed to get harder and harder as the seconds ticked by and the room seemed to get darker and darker. Just as I thought I couldn't stand another second, TJ released his grip, and I coughed, expelling the thickest cloud I had done in ages. "Answer me, boy," he said. "You ever let a black guy fuck you?" I was still coughing, trying to regain my composure. Before I had a chance to think clearly, I started to speak. "Never been fucked by a nigg..." Luckily, I caught myself, and shut my mouth before said anything else. "What did you say, faggot?" TJ asked me. "Nothing. I said. "Was just coughing." "No. You were starting to say something there. We both know that." His words were taut and clipped. He knew what I was going to say. And I had failed to weasel my way out from admitting it. "Now tell me what you were going to say," he continued. I didn't know where to look. If I looked him in the face I would have never been able to say what I had to say. If I looked at his cock, I would have had acknowledged the complete and utter power the black man held over me. I finally settled on staring at his chest and watched the muscles move with each breath he took. I took a deep breath as well. "I've never had a nigger fuck me," I said "That's what I thought you said," TJ said. I looked up at him. He was smiling. For a brief moment, I thought it was going to be ok. He would understand it was a slip of the tongue, under the influence of the crystal. But he grabbed my chin, and held it tightly. With his other hand, he slaps me. Hard. As I was gasping in pain, he spoke. "Fucking racist faggot." I expected him to slap me again; maybe even harder than the first. But instead he picked up the pipe and put it back in my mouth "You're going to do another hit for me tweaker. Hopefully it'll get some sense in you." He held the torch under the bowl. With the tiniest nod of his head, he let me know it was time to inhale. The pipe was already full of thick clouds and as soon as I drained it, it would re-fill. Once again, TJ was making me do a massive hit. It was not long before my lungs were bursting, and he gave no indication that it was time for me to stop. Finally, he put down the torch, and grabbed the pipe from my mouth. "Hold it, boy," he said, and put the stem in his own mouth. He did a hit, although it didn't seem anywhere near as big as mine. "Don't," he said, careful to let only the smallest cloud out as he spoke. He put down the pipe, and once more, held a hand over my mouth and pinched my nose closed. This time, the panic set in much earlier. I needed air, and I hated the knowledge that every second only made me more tweaked out, more out of control, more willing to do anything at all. Even kneeling between TJ's legs and him holding onto me mouth and nose, I started to struggle, trying to escape his grasp. "No, faggot," he said. "You're not gonna get away that easily," he said. He leaned in, exhaled his cloud right in my face, but did not release his grip on me. I was keeping my eyes open, but it was hard to see anything but his face right in front of me. "Tonight is your lucky night, tweaker. You're gonna get fucked by my nigger cock tonight. More than that. You're gonna get raped by a nigger cock. And if you are really lucky, you're gonna get raped by a few of us." He finally loosened his grip on my mouth and nose; I exhaled in a paroxysm of coughing, trying to catch my breath. "You want that?" I nodded. His thick black shaft was right in front of me, standing up straight, erect and proud, gently swaying in reaction to his easy breathing. "You want that," he asked me again. He slapped me on the face, hard enough that my ears were ringing. "Yes," I said. It was an automatic response, but it was suddenly the correct response. I needed to feel his black tool force its way into me and dominate me. It was crucial that he dominate me. As pathetic and banal as it was, he needed to make me his bitch. I had spent too much time looking down on black men, mentally and physically degrading them. It was not something I was proud of, and my apology was long over due. "Yes, sir," I said. The apology was not going to be easy. But I had no right to expect it to be simple. "Fuck, that's what I like to hear, cocksucker." He was smiling now. He put a hand on the back of my head, and guided me back to his cock. There some pre-cum at the tip, and I licked it up. My brain still rebelled at the thought of debasing myself in front of the black man, but I tried my best to suppress it. His erection was a beautiful display of masculinity and it was my honor to service it. "You said there were glory holes here?" I nodded. I didn't know what he had in mind. "Sweet. First place we're gonna visit. Let you taste the rainbow." He pressed against the back of my head, forcing me down onto his cock. This time, I willingly took his cockhead in my mouth. "First though, you're gonna show my black python some love as I hit this pipe. No way you're gonna be the only one with your head in the clouds." I closed my eyes and heard the familiar hiss of the torch. This time, TJ did a hit just as large as the ones he made me do. I stayed on my knees, trying to swallow his entire thick shaft. It seemed that each hit he did from the pipe only made his cock harder, in sharp contrast to me. I reached down, and felt my dick. It was soft and limp and stroking it seemed to make no difference. "Don't worry about your dick," TJ said. "The one in front of you is the one you need to focus on." He took another hit from the pipe. It was getting harder for me to take his cock. His shaft was like a steel rod, and I had to do all of the contortions to align it with my throat. But it felt so good to have him inside of me. My only regret was that he was not fucking my ass. But that hardly seemed like an impossibility. It would happen, and it would happen tonight. TJ did several more hits as I twisted and turned. I worked his shaft into my throat, and let him drip pre-cum right into my throat. Finally, he did one last massive hit. Even with my attention focused on his dick, I knew it was going to be a big one. He held it longer than I thought possible, before finally exhaling. The cloud overwhelmed the two of us, and for a moment, all I could see was the white fog. As it dispersed, he pulled me off his cock, and stared at me. "Time for the glory holes, cocksucker. Time to show your skills." TJ carefully put the pipe and torch on the table by the bed, then stood up. "Come on," he said. "Lead the way." I grabbed a bottle of poppers from my bag before wrapping the keys around my right wrist. I wasn't sure if it was still a signal anyone got, but it better to make it painfully clear than have any misunderstandings. I opened the door; with the light on in our room, it was better lit than the hallway. "This way," I said. The glory holes were on the same floor, although in order to get to them as a bottom, we had to navigate the maze. It was a Friday evening, and the club was getting crowded. A few guys tried to grope us. TJ gently removed their hands from his body. It made me feel even luckier that I was able to service him and to give him pleasure. Not everyone had this privilege and it was one I should treasure. We reached a series of stalls; each one had a hole in the far wall that opened onto a platform where the tops would stand. "Damn," TJ said, as he stood next to me in the stall. "Just stick their cock through the hole?" "Yeah," I nodded. "And you never see them?" "Nope," I said. We hardly had to wait, before a cock emerged from the darkness through the hole. In the dim light, it was hard to make out any details. It was darker than I expected; it might have been a Latino, an impression re-enforced by the foreskin that covered the head. "Uncut," TJ said. "You going to suck it?" "Yeah," I said. If I had not been flying on the crystal, if TJ had not been there, if I had not been sensitive to all the men I had turned down for bad reasons, I might have thought twice. I might have waited a while longer for my eyes to adjust and I might have been more careful about an uncut, brown-skinned dick. But I didn't. I cupped the stranger's heavy, warm balls in my hand and ran my tongue over the sensitive margin where his cockhead emerged from his foreskin. "Damn," TJ said, as my tongue darted under the foreskin. I could taste some sweat and pre-cum and the stranger's cock started to respond. It was a slow response at first, like a locomotive gathering steam. It thickened and lengthened slightly, pushing itself further into my mouth. Like the train, there was a grunt of pleasure, and the stranger shifted his weight, pressing himself against the thin plywood barrier that separated us. I leaned against the barrier as well, positioning myself to take more of the stranger's dick. "You're doing it," TJ muttered. Despite his incredulity at my actions, I saw out of the corner of my eye he was still stroking his cock. The plywood was cold at first, but warmed up from my body. It was just thick enough to ensure I would never know anything about the man I was sucking off, nor he about me. Its primary job was to keep us both totally anonymous while I did one of the most intimate acts one man can do for another. By then, the stranger's cock had gotten fully erect, a respectable seven inches or so, and nicely thick. It was not as big as TJ's, but it was still a mouthful. I took a quick snort from the poppers, and waited for them to hit before attempting to go any deeper. It was not long before the warm waves washed over me, and I felt my body relax and open up. I swallowed and the cockhead slid into my throat. It elicited another moan of pleasure from the unknown man, and he began to drip pre-cum. Powered by the poppers, I started to properly service his cock, going up and down his shaft and deep throating him. "Are you going to get him off?" TJ asked. I nodded, keeping the unknown man's cock in my mouth. It would have been the height of cockteasing to not let the man get off and there was no way I would let his precious fluid go to waste. Even letting him cum on my face would have been too wasteful for me. Plus, I wanted his seed. I wanted to know what this man tasted like and the best way to work him to a furious intensity where his only option was spew his load all over my gut. It did not take much before his moans started to get louder and he started to buck his hips. His balls were still cradled in one hand; I used the other to take a quick hit from the poppers. They relaxed me, enough for his cock to slide deeper into my throat. It was just a tiny bit of additional stimulation, but it was what he needed. "Oh fuck," he grunted, his voice clearly audible through the glory hole. "He's getting close?" TJ asked me. I nodded, just trying to focus all my attention on the stranger's cock. His balls pulled up tight, and there was one last hip thrust. His cock pulsed and a warm spray of jizz coated my throat. I swallowed the first spurt, massaging his shaft enough to get a second spurt. This turned into a virtuous cycle where each time I swallowed, I got another spurt of cum. Finally, his balls were drained, and I had a pool of cum in my stomach. As quickly as his cock had appeared in the glory hole, it disappeared, leaving TJ and me alone. "Who was that?" TJ asked me. "I don't know," I said. "He was a total stranger." "And you just sucked him off like that?" His voice was a mixture of disbelief and interest, revulsion and arousal. "And you swallowed his load?" "Yeah," I said. "I did." If I needed any more proof of what I had done, I could still taste the stranger's cum in my mouth, a salty, bitter mixture. "And really. No idea who it was." "None at all." "Fuck man. I mean, I know you said you were going to do it. But you actually just sucked a total stranger off and swallowed his load." TJ was stroking his cock. It was still stiff and erect. "Do it again for me," he said. "Suck off the next guy that sticks his dick through the hole. You gonna do that for me, cocksucker?" "Yeah," I said. I was committing myself. No matter what cock: short, long, thin, fat, clean or smelly, I would take it. I would nurse it. And I would take it all the way to orgasm. I turned back to the glory hole, staring at the darkness beyond, wondering what would appear next. Now that I was looking for someone, the club was suddenly still. There was only the constant deep bass of the music, and the steady pulse of TJ's breathing. I stared into darkness beyond the gloryhole, eager for any sign of movement, any flash of white of a towel wrapped around a man's waist. "Slow all of a sudden," TJ said. "You may have to suck my cock, just to have something in your mouth." However, as soon as he spoke, there was the familiar creak of the floorboards, as another man walked across the platform. I didn't get a chance to see anything about him before the white towel filled the gloryhole. The stranger pulled off his towel, exposing a thick, heavy black shaft. "You're in luck," TJ said. "It's your favorite. Nigger dick." I hesitated for a second. It was one thing to suck off TJ, a perfect specimen of masculinity. But this man was a different matter. I knew nothing about him, no idea what he looked like, other than the cock right in front of me. It would be the second black man I had sucked off, both of them in little more than the space of an hour. TJ was going to start thinking this was the real me, not some aberration due to a sense of guilt and crystal. "Go on," TJ said. "I know how badly you need cock in your mouth."

I'm clean too. I shower at least once a day and if I'm getting fucked, I douche. So I'm clean....... I don't get the mentality of guys who want to bareback yet want the top to pull out before he comes anyway. If you are poz and topping, the bug is in the precum too. I'm not judging them. I figure they think there is less of a chance, but.. If you are that scared of being pozzed, better fuck wrapped. I agree with everyone else. Give me the damn load. That said, in response to the original question: I've had a couple of guys who wanted to pull out and shoot it in my mouth. It never happened. Not one time. They couldn't help themselves. The load always ended up in my ass. And I wasn't complaining.

Sweet! Thank you so much for the feedback so far, I have been promising myself to actually finish one of my multiple chapter stories and hopefully go back to a few I have written but haven't typed on the site. I will always try and keep you fellas entertained and turned up with the story progression, and tweak it if it is lacking something. Each one is done from memory otherwise haha. This next one was my favorite between the two actual guys... How It All Began: 2 Macho Arab DL Stealthers Part II I was groveling pathetically and subserviently on the sheets before my hairy well-tanned top. He had my suck on his index finger as he stroked that bulky dick before me and slapped it with a solid *clop* across the right side of my cheek. "Please..." I begged him as I wiggled my pert asscheeks in the air and arched my back slightly. He reached back and grabbed a handful of one cheek in his strong grip and clenched then unclenched his fingers to repeatedly manhandle me for his amusement. "Yeah, fuck one more into you," he mounted my ass pushing it quickly and forcefully flat on the bed and crammed his cock entirely from head to balls in a near singularly swift motion. I shot up moaning and straining to pull myself forward while gripping the top part of his bedspread so his ever thickening dick wouldn't be so firmly lodged inside me. Cum dripped and gushed as his balls slapped mercilessly the thundering beat of his slam fuck he was giving my quivering cumhole. "Oh shit! I'm cumming! I'm cuuu--aahhh!" My orgasm was muffled as he stuffed my face into a pillow and continued the last few steady and quite satisfyingly loud thrusts into my young hole that he was inseminating with his mature load and made note of the large wet spot where he had fucked my cum right out of me. "That ass won't be the same after us tonight man," he chuckled more to himself than to me. I didn't know what to say really and was unsteadily trying to dress myself. My ass felt so good but ached dully as though a long slow dick was still snaking in and out of me just for good measure, and the cum he had once again decided to pump me full of was already demanding release. I wanted to just leave, and not let him have the pleasure of hearing from the nearby bathroom all his jizz splattering out of my hole and reliving his conquest of using me so easily since I was so stupid for just being duped by a stud who seemed so straight to me otherwise if I hadn't seen the e-mails and lived through the fuck he had just delivered. I couldn't believe how quickly I made it to the other guy's place... And when I knocked on the door, he nearly immediately opened it. Standing at 6'6" he was unbelievably tall. Much like the other guy, he had a distinctive look that I would say was somewhere firmly between what I had imagined was a traditional arab and a fresh off the boat type latin guy. Very rugged, fit, masculine, and built though his frame was quite slim. He wore nothing but low hanging swears and his adonis lines showed clearly. My dick came to life bouncing beneath the surface of my clothing, begging for release though my ass tightened in nervous anticipation of how large that snake he had to wield would be. I knelt to begin to suck his cock and pull down his sweats but he pulled me up off the wooded floor and turned me around and with a surprising amount of ease picked me up and tossed me onto the plush bed so I landed on my stomach. He tore off what little clothing I had to expose my bare cum laden hole. He slipped out of his sweats letting them hit the wooden floorboards silently and with slow anticipation he climbed onto the bed on all fours over me and positioned his cock just over my ass. I had my eyes directly forward on the headboard before me, as I didn't dare look back incase he decided to punish my hole for trying to eye his cock. He leaned to his left grabbing a lube bottle from the nightstand and rolling poppers to me as well. I hit them eagerly and deeply when he started squirting the cool gel on my hole. His dick was not long behind and pushing firmly. "Wha!" I could not believe what I was feeling as he stretched my hole ever more apart with his wonderfully thick fuck baton. It was way thicker than what I had thought would be going inside me and he knew it. No wonder he wanted to go second. If I had started with him, it would have just been all blood and tears...or maybe I was just getting dramatic because of how I felt like my ass was barely containing the amount of meat he crammed and fucked ravenously up inside with a wicked curve. I was breathless during the assault and just surrendered to the one who took over and now owned my ass. "This is some good cunt boy," he whispered with his chest pressed against mine so his full weight flattened me even more and he forced my legs apart just a bit more so I had no choice but to let him force his invading ethnic dick anywhere it desired and all the pre-cum that steadily drained from it, "You know what is gonna happen to that little boy puss, huh?" He breathed mockingly. I merely panted as his thrusts got insistent and shortened in their quick lightning jabs inside me til I could feel the intensely warm and thick creamy present he buried into some point past my second hole. I couldn't believe he kept every drop so deeply nestled inside me I wasn't going to have any cumming out unless I really tried to get it out. "Can I--" I began. "Use the bathroom?" He finished with a laugh as he popped out of me tugged at his cock gathering up the ass juice and the last bit of his cum onto his fingers and pushed his fingers into my mouth to lick and clean without hesitation, "No. You're driving with my special load stuffed nice and good inside that useless fuck hole of yours. Wouldn't want you not getting the most out of that jizz." "Special load? You guys aren't poz, right?" I asked though I know I had asked almost a half dozen times in the e-mails and they denied, denied, denied. "Well, you wouldn't have been such a sweet and willingly little pump n dump for me if you had known, right?" He commented as if it was an observation of the weather. I was stumbling out the door, clothes barely hanging on in any decent way, wide-eyed, cum-stuffed, and aching inside and out of my hole he had bred so enthusiastically, "Don't worry slut, you might get lucky...I'm undetectable these days...but that ass was pretty torn and damn..you got such a huge load. Call me if you want to own up to liking that hole getting used for poz dick. Love neg guys who know what they are good for." It would be three weeks before I got up the nerve to go get tested...and of course they had done their job all too well. The test results said I was choc full of HIV. It had been so easy for them and I though tricked some..all too willing...and now...well now... It was my turn to fuck some neg hole over and keep the chain going.

Fucking hot! I can just imagine his stadning there with his hard cock in his speedos and ass clinched tight, conflicted about what he wants all the while yearning for that cock inside him, filling his hunger deep with their raw cocks! Can't wait for more.

Well stated as well as arousing. Thanks! I think there are probably plenty of times who guys actually mean "just the tip" or intend go bare "just for a second" knowing how damn good it feels to feel a smooth, warm, welcoming hole wrapped around our cocks. However, it feels so good once you're in, you just don't want to get out. Like a warm bath, only much better. "Just a second" leads to another second, then another, and another...

I knelt and leaned forward, my face in the dirt and my backside upraised. I heard them growl with excitement and a finger rubbed lube into my hole, the long finger nail scratching and piercing my skin. I was panting with excitement and fear as I knelt there helplessly. I didn't want this - or did I? Suddenley, a pair of muscular thighs gripped mine and I felt a huge, slick cock head nosing into me. It stretched me to the limit and I howled with pain. Just when I thought I couldn't take it, the head popped into me and the shaft slid up me with a long, delicious, slippery rush. I gasped and gagged, face down in the dirt, impaled on the enormus cock which began to move sensuously in and out of my bottom. It was too late, much too late for any regrets and I began to meet the man's thrusts whcih were becoming more urgent. "Ahhh.." He grunted "He wants it. Well, little pig, time to knock you up!" I felt his cock swell in me and squealed with pain and pleasure as it began to throb and I knew he was spurting seed into me. He held his cock in me, chucklng with pleasure and raking my ribs with his nails. "Mmmm! That was good. Now just stay there like a good pig whilst they breed you." He got off me and pulled his cock out of my gaping, wet arsehole. Almost immediately, I felt a heavy body on my back and another stiff cock enter me. I was lost, damned and I knew it. But beneath my belly, my cock hung down hard and twitching with pleasure....

I closed the door to my dorm room. Finally! Alone! I thought. My parents had their whole spiel about their baby boy going off to college, If they only new what I really had in mind. I'm a small town boy born and raised, corn fed you know. Brown hair, green eyes, 5'11 185 pounds, 32 inch waist, proud of my 40 inch chest and 17 inch arms. I wrestled in high school and did a little private gymnast training on the side, had a dream of becoming a Olympic medalist, but had to throw it away after I busted my knee during one competition. I'd gained a couple of pounds since I was out of training but was able to keep up with my therapy and get back in shape just before college in the fall. I was so glad to be away from home, because I knew for the first time I'd be able to do a little exploring. I knew I was gay since I started wrestling in junior high, but didn't act on it. Some people may have suspected I was gay since I never had a girlfriend, but I played it off that my parents were super religious, which wasn't far from the truth. So I was the regular good jock boy that everyone wanted but no one had. I had a bedtime until now! I locked the door, as my roommate hadn't moved in yet and I'd planned to be at the dorm a week early to have the place to myself. After plugging in my computer I began searching. I stripped off my shirt, took a couple of faceless body pose pictures and posted them to Craigslist, asking around for some tips about the scene in the area near campus. Soon the advertisement I posted received several responses containing pictures of cocks and asses, and asking me to fuck. I'll admit I jacked off to a few of them, but I really wanted to know where I could go to check out guys - aside from online. Finally I received and e-mail without pictures that read: Go to El Lobo Motel off the expressway. I immediately responded, asking for more info but received no reply. I looked up the place and found it on the outskirts of town. It literally seemed to be in the middle of no where, but there was a bar and a truck stop nearby. The hotel sounded very sleazy, but the bad boy in me gave in to curiosity. My heart raced as I stuffed a few twenties into my wallet, got into my truck and drove out to the motel, thinking in case I wanted to stay around I could have a place. I parked and walked inside to the front desk. The place looked deserted, and when I rang the bell, there was no sound. I rang it again, and I jumped when I heard someone in the back yell. "I HEARD YOU THE FIRST FUCKING TIME FAGGOT!" Out walked the man behind the voice. "Your car break down or something?" "Nah Nah...I actually needed a room." The guy paused and looked at me again. I guess I wasn't the usual type of clientele. "For how long?" he carefully asked. I couldn't help but smile - the sleaziness of it all was actually exciting. "For the night." "55...and I'll need a copy of your ID" said the clerk. I pulled out three twenties and my ID. He made a copy and wouldn't take his eyes off me. I looked around the room trying to avoid eye contact. "Room 5. Enjoy your stay" he said as he handed me a ten, a key, and unceremoniously disappeared into the backroom. It was 10:00 PM when I opened the door to the room I'd rented for the night. It smelled funny. Had a mirror on the sliding door of the closet. The mattress squeaked. I shrugged and changed into a tight black shirt which showed-off my chest. I was determined to get laid and headed to the bar to see who I could round up. This was becoming more and more of the type of adventure for which I had been looking; I was determined, just this once, to really lose control. I walked over to the bar walked to the door and was stopped immediately by a firm grip to my arm. Holding my arm was a bald Latino guy, with a full beard, maybe late 40s, wearing sunglasses. His arms and chest were bigger than mine and a beer gut over hung his massive looking legs. He was about four inches shorter than my height, but I knew could tell he meant business. "ID, kid." Without thinking it through, I handed it to him. "You're 21" he said as he handed it back to me. "No, I didn't think about...." "You're 21" he again stated. I paused as he picked up his sun glasses and smiled at me. "Yeah, I am," smiled back at him. "All right. Tell 'em you're with Joe. They won't ask you for anything." I smiled widely and walked into the dimly lit bar, where I immediately felt pairs of eyes studying me. The bartender walked up to me looking somewhat annoyed. pissed. "Joe says I'm cool" I immediately said when he reached me. The bartender smiled almost evilly. "Really now? What will it be?" "Just a beer" I answered, asking "What's the charge?" "If you're with Joe its free" replied the bartender, as he disappeared behind the bar for a second while I looked around. There were probably about twelve guys in the bar, all of whom were staring at me. Most of them looked in their later 40s early 50s, seemed uniformly heavy, tired, and possessing lots of facial hair. To be honest, I stood out like an Adonis. As I turned-back to the bar, the bartender handed me a beer and smiled, gave me a nod, and walked off. I admit I was hoping to find at least a few guys closer to my age, but then again I recognized I had not thought my plan completely through, but I figured, 'hell, maybe I can get a good blowjob out of one of 'em'. I took a swig of my beer and about then I noticed the Latino guy who carded me walk into the bar, and head directly over to me. All eyes were on him as he took the seat next to me, gestured to the bartender, who immediately placed two beers on the counter, upon which the Latino guy commented "You're not done with the first one yet?" to which I replied "Well, no, I'm not, but thanks for the beer, but aren't bouncers supposed to stay outside?" "Who said I was a bouncer?" he replied as he chugged down his beer in a few gulps. I began to get hard as I imagined him sucking down my cock with the same skill. He put the beer down and looked at me expectantly. I smiled and began to chug my beer. I wasn't as experienced drinker as was he, 'cause I honestly thought it was the worst tasting beer I had ever had, but by the same token, didn't want to insult the guy, particularly if there was any chance of getting a blow job from him. One or two more gulps later, I finished the beer, and without delay he handed me the second beer. I smiled a 'thanks' and took a gulp. Without a word the bartender handed him another. "I'm Joe" the Latino guy remarked as he held out his hand. "Riley" I responded and we shook hands. His grip was firm, and his forearms hairy. We made pleasantries and talked. By the time my second beer was halfway down I felt a strong buzz come over me. My speech was somewhat slurred and I couldn't stop smiling. I got up to pee, and nearly fell off my stool, head first. Fortunately Joe caught me by the arm. God, he was strong. His arms were huge and chest too. As he pulled me up, he said something, but I couldn't make out what he was saying, so I just smiled. He smiled back, put my arm over him shoulder, and began to assist me out the bar. As we walked/stumbled towards the hotel, I pulled out the key to my room and tried to guide him to the room, but had difficulty doing so. "I need a blow job so bad" I almost yelled as we finally found the room and he laid me on the squeaky bed. I heard him laugh. I kicked off my shoes and took off my shirt to show off make this daddy drool for me dick. When I looked at him he was sitting at the edge of the bed with a small green pipe. I never saw him light it but he blew white smoke into my face that smelled thick and bad. I coughed and asked what it was. He just smiled and told me to try some. I put my mouth around the end of the pipe and he coached me to wait till i saw the smoke then to inhale it and hold it before i blew it out. I did it again and felt a tingling sensation run through my entire body I let my head fall back and moan. Joe handed me the pipe and lighter and stripped his own shirt and pants off. He was built wide like a rock all over. His chest must have been a size 46 or bigger, his arms 19 inches, and his legs massive. A thick mat of hair covered his entire body (except for his shaved head). Through his boxers he stroked a fat bulge which I watched with interest as he massaged the bulge, watching it expand in his boxers. I kicked off my own pants and boxers showing off my nice seven inch cut dick stroking it. I was pretty smooth except for a small treasure trail which I kept maintained with very little hair. Joe walked over to me as I stroked and picked up the pipe and lit up and took a big hit then he held my head and moved in. His lips touched mine and he exhaled into me. I inhaled his breath and felt my whole body become tingly. As I exhaled his breath his lips found my neck and sucked. I let him lay me down on the bed as I felt his hand wrap around my dick and I felt Joe's muscular stocky hairy body climb over me sucking on my chest and travel down my abs and treasure trail. It all felt so amazing I was lost. I waited to feel his lips wrap around the head of my cock when suddenly I felt him lift-up my legs. I let out a loud hard moan when I felt a warm wetness press against my hole. His hands kept my legs pressed up as his tongue licked around and pressed back on my virgin hole again and again in pattern licking and pressing over and over. "Oh my god" I moaned as I let him move my hands under me knees while he continued his oral assault on my ass. He had begun to bite my ass cheeks and suck and tongue my hole. His tongue began to fuck more roughly, making me moan louder and louder. My head rolled. I never imagined more than a blowjob and here I was getting tongue fucked, while high on who knows what. "How's that feel?" he asked when he finally took a break. "Amazing" I stuttered and sighed. "Your turn then" and with that he grabbed my hair and pulled my head to the edge of the bed revealing his enormously fat cock. It was about the length of my cock, but the girth was enormous. I wrapped my hand on it. It was hard as a rock and filled my entire fist. He moved my head down to his cock, brushing my lips and I opened them to feel his hugely thick cock stretch my jaw. He held my head and moved this cock in and out of my lips, until my jaw began to feel numb. Each time he withdrew, I spat-up drool, and snot flowed from my nostrils as I gagged and sputtered. Every now and then I could feel his balls slap my chin, and with each inward thrust I gagged more. This was not a 'polite' blow-job. Grabbing my hair, Joe then pulled my head off his cock, spat on my face, and then rubbed his cock head through his own spit. I was so drunk and high I could only grunt and moan. Every so often he would pause in fucking my throat, and hold a bottle of poppers to my nostrils, and ordered me inhale. The powerful fumes definitely helped me accommodate him, and soon enough I took the bottle and began taking hits of it on my own, feeling my head become dizzy and my face completely numb by the time he finally stopped face-fucking me. His cock and my face were both covered with sweat, snot, saliva, and spit-up from my gagging. Joe then yanked me to my feet, turned me around, and went back to aggressively eating my hole. My head was lodged against the mattress and head board, so I couldn't help but back my ass onto his face, but I was able to take occasional hits from the poppers he had given me. The effect of the fumes was to induce me to moan and grunt all the louder, and push back even harder. This was animalistic sex at its best. Then I felt something thicker pushing against my hole. Looking back, I saw he was stuffing a finger into my hole, and reaming me out hard and roughly. My ass was burning. Thinking I would ask him to take it a bit easier, I looked back again and saw he was holding open plastic bag containing a whitish powder in his free hand, and that he was stuffing some of the power into my virgin hole. Within seconds the powder made my ass eager for his assault, which caused me to arch my back. I was on my knees and backing-up onto his finger, my head looking up towards the ceiling while he finger fucked me. "That's it, you little muscle slut pup" I heard Joe say, as he added "Give Daddy your hole!" I was bounching on his finger pushing my ass back on it moaning and fucking when I felt a second digit push through my tight ring. "AHHHH" I groaned, feeling pain and pleasure all at the same time. He removed his fingers, flipped me onto my back, stuffing his dirty boxers into my mouth deep, then resumed pushing two fingers in and out of my ass. I watched his thick arm flex as he roughly continued to finger fucked me. I felt-up my body, tweaked my nips, and felt-up my muscles. I had ever before enjoyed pleasuring myself as much, and my cock had never before been harder. I don't know how long he pushed his fingers in and out of me, but it felt like forever. Then I felt him climb on top of me as his enormous dick pressed-up against my still very tight ass lips. "Oh yeah, boy, it's time to pop this cherry" he grunted. I tried to push him off, but was unsuccessful because I was still high, drunk and disoriented. I gotta admit, in retrospect, I can't even say I really wanted to push him off, at least not not all of me wanted to - at least a substantial portion of my brain was enjoying being used by a real man. Then I felt his enormous head pressing on my hole. Naturally his cock head wouldn't readily fit, but he didn't stop applying pressure. My eyes widened when I felt my hole begin to stretch and his cock began to enter into me. I screamed into his boxers as I felt my abused hole give way to further abuse, some of which was exciting, but the pain was real. He pushed consistently and I felt him entering me in slow motion as my hole stretching around the thick mushroom head, swallowing it centimeter by centimeter. He laid on top of me pushing and pushing continuously, adding pressure notwithstanding my screams and thrashings. Eventually, however, his balls rested on my ass cheeks. My hole was massaging his cock over and over as Joe's cock nested deep inside my body. Then I felt him flex his dick inside me, which seemed to encourage my ass to match his rhythm. I frantically took a deep hit of the poppers, which I sensed might help me relax, and doing so was a good call, as Joe began to pound my hole over and over unmercifully. He slapped my chest and face while he fucked me, grabbing my abs and hips and chest. twisting my nipples. lodging my legs open as his thick cock fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked. I could barely feel my hole close when he pulled out and shoved it balls deep back in, groaned as I moaned and (groaned). There seemed no end to his stamina. Then he pulled out and dragged me to my feet pushing my hands against the mirror on the door of the closet. He spread my legs and pushed in and I watched the reflection as he fucked me standing. He had his cell phone in his hand and was recording our session. I grunted and groaned a bitch in heat, my tight body fully controlled by the fat hairy Daddy. Finally he flipped me on the bed, once again on my back, my legs against his check, and he commenced to fuck me harder and faster. I looked in his eyes and could see when he blew his load, his cock deep inside my ass, as an enormous cum load shot into my ass. There, I said it: he came in my ass, and hardly a thoughtful, safe sex encounter - this was an utterly bestial experience, and as he began to come down from his orgasm, he grabbed my cock and jerked me once, twice, three times, at which point I shot my own cum onto my face, as his final dribbles of cum flowed into my ass. He pulled out, licked the cum off my body, pulled-up his pants, took the money in my wallet and walked-out of the room, leaving me there on the bed, covered in saliva, cum, and sweat. I opened my legs and saw in the mirror that my hole was gaped-open, red and bruised, about as wide as a those Kennedy half-dollar coins my Grandfather collected. I spent the next half-hour or so reliving the experience, and causing my hole wink in the mirror. Then the door opened and I saw the bartender from earlier walk in and begin to strip down. I could barely move when he climbed between my legs and felt his long thick cock nudge his way into my ass. He moaned as he fucked me and I watched him as if from a 1,000 miles away as he felt me up. He came quickly, and no more than twenty minutes later I jacked myself off. The next morning I got back to my dorm and laid down on my small bed. I touched my hole and grunted in pleasure, thinking about the cocks I had experienced, and imagined all the cocks I wanted to experience, all the things I wanted to try. Eventually I thought to check-out my computer to see if there were any additional replies to my Craigslist advertisement. There were a couple, but the one that really caught my eye was from the the guy who originally recommended the El Lobo Motel to me. His message said simply: Come back to the motel. Got three more guys who wanna fuck you. I packed a bag and went back to my truck.

It was getting really late, I'd had a few beers, and I kept trying to meet Tim's gaze, but he was firmly sitting on his daddy's lap, and barely paying attention to me. It had been a good night - I'd surprised myself by having a good time, but it was getting to the point where I should really head on home. Tim and his daddy, however, were basically making out on one of the three couches in the large living room like they couldn't breathe without each other. I tried not to notice how the older man's hand was down the back of Tim's shorts. They'd been together a couple of weeks, and - like always - Tim had thrown himself full force into their relationship. I'd learned more about his sex life in the last few weeks than I'd known about my own. It wasn't that Tim had bad taste - far from it - if I was honest with myself, I was far more attracted to Tim's boyfriend Bill than was Tim himself. Tim was like me - a college kid, slim, handsome enough (I guess), and lean and toned from a mix of the gym and the basketball court, but the guy with his hand down his shorts was bigger, about two decades older (at least), with a short cropped beard and buzz-cut that made me think of a soldier or something. He was thick armed, thick chested, and if he had a bit of a gut, it suited him. Bill was masculine, to say the very least, as were most of his friends. I knew Tim had met Bill at a local gay pub - one that generally sported older guys rather than guys our age - but I wasn't entirely sure on the rest of the details of their relationship. Or at least, not outside the bedroom. Inside the bedroom, I knew a lot about it, including Bill's propensity for ropes and knots, handcuffs, spanking, and a whole other list of stuff that made my stomach react. Not necessarily in a queasy way, either. Every time I saw him, I couldn't help but wonder what it might be like to be tied up and at his mercy. I tried not to imagine his hands down my shorts. I was on one of the other two couches, beside another couple - Robert and Andrew - who had apparently been together about a decade, and had known Bill for about that long. They were almost mirror images of each other - stocky guys with shaved heads and short goatees - Andrew was blond to Robert's dark hair - and they even sported identical wife-beaters, which made it obvious that Robert was the hairier of the two. On the third couch was another of Tim's buds from school, Mark, who I didn't know very well - they had one class together, but I hadn't hung out with him much. He was a bit of a geek, glasses and all, and skinnier than us. I think he helped Tim with his essays, and Tim, in turn, tried to get him to go out a bit more. When Tim had invited us to this party, I'm sure Mark hadn't clued in that most of the guests - us excluded - would be Bill's age, which was why he looked so uncomfortable on the couch between the two guys who'd been talking to him for the last hour or so, heavy on the teasing and flirting. I wasn't sure if they were a couple or not. One was Mac, the other they called Big Al. Mac was - if I'd heard correctly - a corrections officer at the local jail. He had the look for it, he was definitely fit, and thickly so, and his voice was deep and I had no trouble imagining him directing others with it - upon pain of consequence. Big Al was definitely that - he wasn't a gym guy, but a power-lifter. His arms were massive, but his gut wasn't far behind. He had a bushy beard and a loud laugh. Big Al had just wrapped one huge arm around Mark and given him a sudden and tight hug, laughing about how "adorable and shy" he was when I decided I maybe needed to offer a rescue. When he'd invited me to the party, Tim had taken me aside and offered this advice: "Listen. Bill really wants you guys to come, but you know what Mark can be like. If the conversation dies, just ask 'em how they all met. They love to tell that story." So, since the time seemed ripe for a diversion, I blurted out the question "How did you guys all meet?" Big Al let go - Mark offered me a quick glance of thanks and pushed his glasses back onto his nose - and then laughed again. "Was it the key party?" he asked, looking over at Bill. Bill stopped sucking on Tim's face, and smiled. "Shit. I think it was. Us three, anyway," he said, pointing at Big Al and Mac. "A key party?" Mark asked, clearly not understanding the reference. Bill smiled and Tim squirmed a little against Bill's hand. I had no doubt at least one finger was roaming. Bill grinned, and raised his eyebrows in a bit of a leer at Mark. "Everyone tossed their keys into a bowl or a bag. You reach in, pull out a set, and that was who you played with." Mark blinked, and naïvely responded "Played with?" I felt my face blush as I got it. Big Al leaned in close to Mark's ear. "Sucked dick," he said, "or fucked. Y'know. Played. Back in the day it was all about fucking around, spunk everywhere." Mark blushed crimson, and Mac rubbed him on the head, messing up his hair. "Shit, I remember those," Robert said beside me, and Andrew chimed in with a smirk saying "Yeah, I'm sure you do." Bill smiled, and leaning forward just a bit, he reached into the front pocket of his jeans, and with some effort, pulled out his keys. He held them up, jingling. Tim laughed. "Seriously, honey?" He sounded nervous, or a little scared. His smile was nearly manic. I felt my stomach clench. "Uh," Mark said. "Aw, come on," Big Al said, and pulled out his own keys. "Trust me, kid. We had a lot of fun in those days." "Still do," Robert said, and reached into his jeans. Andrew swatted him on the shoulder, but it was half-hearted, and he was smiling. "I don't know," Mark responded, sounding positively squirrely. "Fine," Tim said, surprising me with his vehemence. He slid off Bill's lap - and Bill's hand came free of his shorts - and he left the room long enough to return with a large bowl, and his keys in hand. I stared, stunned, as he put them in the bowl and placed it on the table in the middle of the room. Tim looked at me. "It's up to you guys," he said, and his voice was even and a little strange. "Seriously. I take no responsibility." His smile was still tight, and a little tense. Mac leaned forward and tossed in his keys, as did Big Al. And Robert. Andrew got up and went for his jacket. Mark stared at me. My stomach was doing little flips. "You that eager to maybe have me fuck one of your friends, Tim?" Bill asked, griping Tim's ass. My hand was in my hoodie pocket and my hand was over the bowl before I could really think about what I was doing. My little flash-light key chain went into the bowl. All eyes turned to Mark, and I saw his hand tremble as he pulled out his small ring of keys - he had one of those plastic wrist loops on his dorm keys - and then he let go. He let out a little laugh as they went in, and I looked at Tim. Tim glanced away, looking at Bill. Holy crap. My whole body was shaking. Bill picked up the bowl and put a cloth napkin over it, shaking up the bowl of keys, and then held it out to Tim, saying "You first, baby." Tim bit his lip, and reached into the bowl, moved his hand around for a while, biting his bottom lip and being dramatic, then pulled out a set of keys with a black leather key chain. "Well hello, Tim," said Andrew. "Now what?" Tim asked, looking at Bill. He was breathing a little heavy, and shaking, but he also looked relieved, or perhaps resigned. I couldn't read him. "Now you and Andy go find yourself a room," Bill said, "and do what comes natural." "Natural is going to come pretty far up your ass," Andrew said, rising, "since Robert here never bottoms." Robert laughed. Tim reached out a hand, and Andrew took it, and led him out of the room while Robert laughed and Bill watched them go. Holy crap, I thought again, and then heard the door to one of the three bedrooms open and then close. Robert reached in next, and when he pulled out Mac's keys, which elicited a laugh from Mac. "Well, it's cocksucking, I guess, 'cause I sure as shit don't bottom either." The two left together, smirking. Bill held out the bowl to me, and I ran my hands through the plastic, metal, and cloth that was inside. When I pulled out a set of keys, no one spoke up. "Must be Robert's or Tim's" Bill said, placing them on the table. He held the bowl out to Mark, and he pulled out his own keys, turning bright red when he saw the plastic ring attached to the key he'd picked up. "Masturbation isn't an option," Bill said, and he took the keys from Mark and put them back in the bowl. He held the bowl out for Big Al, and Big Al drew my keys out, the little flashlight hanging off the end of the key he'd snagged. "Boy," Big Al said to me, smiling, adding "You better bottom, because Big Al hasn't had it for weeks." I could barely meet his gaze. My face felt like it was on fire. "Which leaves you and me," Bill said to Mark. "You mind if we take the last bedroom?" He was speaking to Big Al. "My, uh, toy chest is in there." Mark's eyes were huge. "No problem," Big Al said, and then gave Mark a shove. Mark rose shakily, and Bill put down the bowl and took Mark by the arm, leading him toward the master bedroom. "You'll never be the same," I heard him mutter to Mark as they walked, and then the door closed behind them. I looked at Big Al. He grinned broadly saying "Another boy bites the dust," laughing at his own joke. Then he spread his legs a bit wider, and groped his crotch through his jeans. "Get on over here and suck this, boy." (to be continued)

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

I'd been chatting with this guy online for ages. We were gonna meet up but we never really managed it. I was hot for his cock because of the pictures he sent me, and he was saying he was mostly bottom. He wanted it BB. When he knew my status he got into poz talk with me. His messages online were soo horny I was gagging to meet this guy. He was getting turned on by poz talk and the idea of fucking and being fucked by me and my toxic dna. This guy was getting me hot. The thrill of him - neg - fucking a poz guy, the taboo and the risk were getting him off. We got into more and more dirty poz talk on the messages and this guy wanted my poz cum in him. I wanted his neg cum in me. Told him I was undetectable and on meds (which I am, even though some of my fuckbuddies wish I were highly toxic.) The chat got deep and hot. One of those chats that made you wish you were neg again, just so you could get pozzed up again to please this hot stud getting turned on by you. He'd just cream himself watching me being pozzed for him I bet. A meeting was fixed then couldn't happen cos one of us couldn't, after all make it. The chats, and the horniness, continued. Until Saturday...then we were gonna meet, at a local cruising ground in North London. Fantastic, I couldn't wait. He didn't really know where he was going but I thought my directions were reasonable so I duly set of. I got there, stripped down to my very short shorts and lubed my hole. I walked round, almost no guys here (it had been a sunny afternoon so everyone had probable fucked in the sunbathing area earlier, and indeed evidence on jizz on leaves, used rubbers and lube sachets still fresh met me when I got there.) Fucking hell, it was humid. I was sweating already. The time for him to be there came and went, and by this time I was feeling both disappointed and horny as fuck. I wanted to dump my load and I was desperate to get fucked. "I'll be in black jogging bottoms" he said. So I looked for guys like this. Nothing doing. Then he messaged and told me he was at the edge of the woods.I started to make my way back. Fifteen minutes later, nothing. I was in just a jock by now and to be honest was thinking nothing was gonna happen. Where is he? did he get lost? Was it my directions? Did I miss him? What if he thinks I'm a timewaster? Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.... Meanwhile I stand there, remembering the fuck I had on new year's day with another guy online. Tattooed, a PA and an old fashioned white sports jock and this guy had me from the way our eyes locked as he looked the image of sex. We've met once or twice since and his load is sweet. We were both naked except jocks we stripped and fucked in the freezing cold. We sucked and fucked and I loaded his tight arse after a good rimming session. Hes mainly top but he sometimes bottoms. He's a great bottom. and a hungry aggressive and rough top. He grabbed my shoulders and pounded me with his PAd cock, sending me into heaven as he just threw poz talk and breeding talk at me before he angrily and hungrily spunked in me. I mused...and got hard. Ten minutes later and nothing. Where is my fuckbuddy? I am aching for poztalk and raw fucks. Meanwhile up comes a guy in blue shorts and a grey polo. He walks up to me, we kiss, it's electric. My hand go to his shorts and feel a big bulge. I get excited. Then he puts his hand round to my prelubed hole, opens his eyes in surprise and kisses me deep. I like the taste of his mouth. I grab the back of his neck to draw his mouth closer. He's sweating. my cock hardens for this hot man whose name I don't even know, but with whom I hope to swap body fluids. A hit of poppers. They're strong and old fashioned. And this guy behaves like an awakened bear. We grab each other. And we kiss. deep and hard. God, this is gonna be good... I practically pull his shorts off and then his slip underwear comes down revealing a BIG and THICK heavily veined uncut cock, stiffening in response to my hand I'm liking this guy and stoop to suck his cock...."I wanna get fucked by that" I say. He kisses me. He wanks my cock. He bends down and sucks me. It's delicious and I am in his warm mouth, my poz precum blending with his spit. I suck him. Deep. I am determined to deep throat this tall stud with a huge cock who has got me so turned on. Fuck me, I say, I want your cock in me so bad as I strip his top off him and he is naked before me. He agrees. "got any rubbers?" he asks. "Don't you want it bareback?" I reply. "I do" he says, then "But I;m the guy online you agreed to meet and I'm so turned on by you being poz but I bet you'd poz me" My cock lurches and I nearly cum on the spot as I grab him close and kiss him...."It's you! Fuck! I'm so happy...I am horny for you" I bend down and lick the precum from his dripping dick before kissing him deep. He kneels and takes my dick in his mouth "you like my poz pre-cum then Mr? My toxic dna mingling with your spit" He groans and sucks me deeper....I feel like I am gonna cum. I lick my fingers and reach down to find his hole responding to the touch. Twitching as my fingers gently probe. This guy likes getting fucked, clearly. And here we are, me having set out to be the top and all I can think about is being so turned on I want this enormous cock pounding me. This guy has turned me - the poz one - into his aching, begging would be cumdump! We kiss and cuddle and wank again then he turns me round..."I'm gonna use a rubber cos I've seen your posts on breeding zone and I know you'd stealth me, you'd poz me if you got the chance" he said. I wouldn't to be honest but he doesn't know that and in fairness my posts may give that impression. He's getting turned on by the idea and he rubbers his cock. "I'm gonna fuck your poz arse" he said. "I so want to bareback but I cant". I'm in no position to quibble, this guy has me insane with lust for him and "fuck me...use me" I pant. His rubbered cock presses against me...slides in...I don't even feel pain this time...and he starts to fuck me. He bends me over a tree and leans over me and I feel the heat from his cock inside me, the heat from his belly on my back ad the heat from his chest on my upper back, and I feel his urgency and I am in heaven. I am having the time of my life. The poz talk starts again "think of your cock and pre cum mingling with my poz arejuices" I say." you're so big and banging hard against my prostate you might get some poz blood in your piss pipe". he groans and answers back "yeah you wanna poz me don't you" "fuck yes I say"....all I wanna do is please this guy, cos he is pleasing me so much. "Ohhh" I hear and his rythym changes....he keeps going but pulls out after two or three minutes. "The condom broke" he said. "So your unprotected cock was in there with my toxic juice and you kept fucking me" I said. "Yeah,hot." "Come back in me" "I cant, not bareback, you'll poz me up" "Please" What has gotten into me? This guy's sex and smell is under my skin...the chemistry so intense. He tells me he is married to a woman, and can't. I understand and at the same time am jealous that this lucky woman gets a hot top like this. And all I can think of is his cock, and then his arse, and fucking and sucking each other and I have to pinch myself to stop shooting there and then. I lick his belly and chest and nipples and soon am drinking the sweat from his armpit and his neck. I suck his cock deep, telling him I am drinking my poz juice. He sucks me again. Another rubber is produced and he's soon back inside fucking me I want this never to end. I am having the time of my life. And its entirely lust. We fuck like this then alternate with sucking and then I am so close I cant hold it. The poz talk keeps going. He wants to fuck me after a bunch of poz guys have loaded me. I tell him I'd love to be neg again just so he can get me pozzed up and he groans and moans and tells me he is so close to coming too. I just know I will do whatever this guy wants if he wants it regular. My neg fucker wants poz talk. We face each other, wanking, our cocks slick with spit and lube. I want him to come in me even if rubbered and then finger his cum up me or let me drink it but that's probably not gonna happen. Doesn't stop me wishing. "come over me" he says..."I want that poz cum all over me" I cant hold any longer and start to buck and moan...he kneels down and I begin to cum. My first shot on his chin and chest...My second and third on his chest and belly. I am cumming as his arms grip my legs and he slides his fingers into my fucked hole...fuck he knows how to please. And then his mouth is swallowing me. "Urrggh" I moan as he sucks my now sensitive cock head before managing to say "drink my poz cum". A groan and he shoots upright "Im gonna cum on your cock" And he shoots, and shoots....I watch the first two then I kiss him as he bucks and spunks and I am covered in jizz. He quietens. I finger some of his cum into me as I lick his freshly spent cock. I want this man's dna in me just as he is so turned on by my dna , and the dna of the HIV inside me. He licks my poz cum from his chin and it's swallowed. And I nearly come again. I kiss him again...toxic cum and neg cum and spit mingling in our mouths before I bend and lick and drink up every bit of cum I can find before kissing him again. And I am spent, and happy, and feeling my arse without his cock in it. This neg married guy who got off on breaking a rubber in me and the risk of fucking me raw, just for a second. We agree,kissing in each other's arms, that we wanna do regular, indoors and outdoors, and explore each others' bodies and desires. I loved the condom break but resolve to order XXL condoms for this guy. "Awesome cock, your wife's a luck woman" I say. "She has commented" he says. I bet. The talk, the pre-meet chats, the kissing, the heat of his body, the cock, his face and so many other things make this the most intense fuck I have had easily in months. And that includes the poz PA'd tattooed fucker who raped my hole rough and raw on new year's day not fifteen feet from where we now stood. The grin on my face is almost tangible as we kiss and dress and hug. I hope we do this again and again. Two hours later I am at home, not yet showered. I'm still covered in his cum. My arse slick with lube and the cum he spunked on my cock is on my balls and groin. I am feeling well fucked, a little sore (he WAS big, I'm not complaining) and just being grateful. I hope this guy will be a regular fuckbuddy. He wants me to fuck him. I cant wait to fuck him, and I want him to fuck me again. ....my big neg fuckbuddy is so turned on by the risk of being pozzed and by the fact I am turned on my barebacking him and the fact he is turned on by the risk. And I wanna know what else will turn him on. I think of finding poz guys to recharge me as he sits watching and getting turned on by it, and joining in. Knowing that I am gonna beg him to let me bareback him, and beg him to bareback me I am so turned on. He's not gonna give in I suspect, but he says he knows that wont stop me asking. This sexual game is gonna continue, I hope...and please us both. And then it strikes me I didn't rim him...I was so carried away I forgot to get my tongue stuck up his sweet puckered arsehole before fucking it. And I picture the scene we've just had. And a grin spreads across my face, and I start to feel a thickenining in my pants and a twitching of my arsehole. Next time, I think, next time...I cant wait to taste him.

POZ Exam with my Boy My boy and I had tried monogamy, and we had both failed miserably. Whenever one of us had a business trip, we both tripped up. Somehow, I wound up on the bottom of a pile of guys in a hotel room, with at least three loads in my ass. My boy had taken loads at least four times in my absence... He thought at least of those guys was POZ. I couldn't fault him for wanting the guy's load, especially after I had taken one or two questionable loads myself... After a few weeks, neither of us seemed to have come down with the fuck flu, but it bothered me that we didn't really know our status. We decided to go get tested. Happily, my job had good benefits, and we were both able to schedule a physical exam to get tested for everything. We even got to choose our Doctor. From their photos on the hospital website, we picked the hunkiest of them all and got appointments back to back. I went first. Doctor Sizemore was a hottie, at least six foot two tall, wide shoulders, broad pecs, cropped blond hair, a smile full of perfect teeth, and looked like a full swaying package in his khakis. He wore an unbuttoned white coat over an almost-translucent shirt revealing his hairy chest. I stuttered as I answered his questions about general health and sexual history. He asked me how many sex partners I had had. I chuckled and said, 'Too many to count.” He said, “Try me,” and I flirted back a little, “Boy, would I,” and licked my lips a bit. He smirked and continued with the questions. He asked if I had any STDs, and I told him, “No. Not yet.” He leaned forward and put his manpaw on my leg saying, “Well, I'll be here for you either way.” Was he coming onto me, or was I just thinking dirty? He asked if I had any more concerns, and I told him that I wanted to be tested, and he excused himself, calling in his nurse to draw some blood. The nurse was adorable. Maybe five foot ten, olive skin, green eyes, and perfect swept dark hair. He could have been Superman's latin cousin. He took my blood and made small talk. He asked me if I had come alone. I told him no, that my boyfriend was in the waiting room. He remarked that I was lucky to have such a hot boy. I thanked him and told him he was pretty hot himself. He said he'd like to see more of both of us. I was turned on, but surprised to see such a frank and hot medical team! I wrapped everything up, and patted my boy's ass as he entered the exam room. I waited for him in the reception room as the hot nurse clicked away on his phone. I thought I would log onto one of those dating apps and see who was online, I laughed out loud when I saw the nurse's profile, fifteen feet away from me! He messaged me and told me he and my boy had made friends already. Knowing my boy, I wondered if he'd already blown the nurse. I read the details of his profile and saw that he was advertising as POZ, open to POZ and POZ-friendly. We chatted for a few minutes courtesy of the phone app, and then he excused himself to go in and do some blood work for my boy. The doctor came out of the exam room as the nurse entered. I could tell he was semi-hard and there was a dark spot on his crotch. I wondered if he had been turned on listening to my boy's exploits. He walked back into his office and I kept trolling the dating app just to see who else was out there. Seconds later, his own profile popped up! Doctor Sizemore's face was only partially visible, but I knew it was him. His pic was shirtless and hot. He messaged me and told me what a small world it was. A few minutes later, the intercom on the reception desk rang, and Doctor Sizemore reappeared to answer it. The nurse had summoned him back into the exam room, right away. He winked at me as he entered. I heard muffled speech and movement, but couldn't quite tell what was going on. I was worried that my boy had fainted during the blood draw... I got messages second apart from Doctor Sizemore and the nurse on the phone app. Both asked me to come to the exam room right away. And both attached blurry pics. I got up and ran into the room before I really looked at them. When I opened the door, I saw my boy on his back on the exam table, with his legs up in the air, and the nurse's raw POZ cock slamming into my boy's ass. Doctor Sizemore was perched on the edge of the table with his hand on the nurse's ass, guiding the nurse's cock into my boy's upturned ass. To be continued...

When I was eighteen I came down to Glasgow to go to university. I loved living in the city and during my first year I discovered some very active public toilets. I started off hovering nervously on the fringes, watching the action but not daring to join in and then slowly but surely moved to getting sucked then on to sucking, to fucking and finally to being fucked. I first took a cock up my arse in a park toilet in the north of Glasgow and after that there was no stopping me. I loved it and would regularly bend over in toilets and parks and let guys fuck me and come up my arse. I remember one afternoon I was fucked by four guys one after the other and as I walked back through Kelvingrove Park I was unable to stop the spunk sliding out into my underpants. I didn't care - I pushed harder and let the whole lot slide out my hole. When I got back to my halls of residence the back of my pants and trousers were sopping wet with spunk. I had a great wank, fingering my spunky hole and reliving what had just happened. I also discovered a glory hole in the toilets of one of the top floors of the university library and lost count of the number of cocks I sucked there. One time towards the end of my first year a blond lad was sucking me through the glory hole when he stopped, dropped his pants and backed up to the hole. I pushed my cock up him and fucked him through the glory hole until I shot my load up him, I had discovered yet another pleasure. I sucked and fucked my way through university and loved every minute of it. I had been brought up very strictly and I often wondered what my family would say if they could see me with my pants down being fucked by strangers in public toilets. But then came AIDS and I got frightened. I took to using condoms religiously and so began the safe sex years. After university I moved down to London. It took a while for me to get established there and things didn't work very well for me at first. By 1989 I was 25. I had just been dumped by someone I really cared about and I was stuck in a job I hated. Truth to tell, I started drinking too much. One morning I woke up hung over but feeling very horny as I remembered what had happened the night before. It had been a very hot summer night and I had been drinking in a cabaret bar in North London. I had been pretty drunk when I left the bar and got on the last underground train. I had noticed two guys sitting opposite me in the carriage looking at me. I had noticed them looking at me several times in the bar during the evening - they were probably a few years older than me - one was dark haired and stocky and the other guy was mixed race, tall and slim. I didn't remember getting off the train with them - the next thing I remembered I was behind a disused office block. My pants and trousers were down and I was bent over sucking the mixed race guy as the dark haired guy fucked me up the arse. Then I remembered being fucked by the mixed race guy and remembered how much I enjoyed his big cock up me and his balls slapping off my arse as he fucked me hard and fast. My cock got really hard as I remembered this and I began to play with myself. It was only when I began to finger my arse that I suddenly noticed something. I was still lubed up from the night before but I knew that what I was feeling up my arse was more than just lube. I pushed and felt the familiar sensation of spunk sliding out my arse hole. I pushed some more and my worst fears were confirmed. They had both fucked me without a condom and I had taken two loads of cum up my unprotected arse. I was devastated. I had practiced safe sex carefully for four years, but now, while drunk and horny, I had let not just one but two strangers come inside my ass. I decided to get tested. I was negative and so I decided to take more care. I stopped drinking and started to get my life back on track. Of course I also went back to using condoms on every occasion, determined never to make the same mistake again. By 1996 I was 32. I now had a job I liked and I was starting to build a career. One afternoon I was in central London for a training course. The course finished about 4:00 PM and I found myself wandering about through central London. I was enjoying life now, but I was also bored and feeling a bit rebellious. I was tired of always doing the right thing. I was also feeling very horny. It was in this frame of mind that I went in to the public toilets in Marble Arch.... Part 2 to follow

Hot! It's up to us, as tops, whether to take off the condom, and whether to cum inside. Condom off and sperm inside are always the right answers.

An undetectable top I know told me he had a horny nineteen year old who wanted raw cock in his ass. The kid was skim and a little hipsterish --- not my type at all --- but I was horned up and ready to bust a load. He was wearing a jock when I got to my buddy's house, got in between us and got both of our cocks worked up with his hot little mouth. He declined the offer of poppers, got on all fours and offered his ass. We took turns with him for a little more than an hour, alternating between doggy and missionary. I did my Han Solo and shot first, giving him a pretty heavy load in his gut. My friend busted his nut a little bit later, which got me worked up so I gave the kid another load.

My only trophy is the cum inside my hole.

This story keeps getting better with each new chapter. I love it and "more" please.

Pulling out can make a top feel empty as well. Empty in a different way. The experience of another man being willing to violate traditional codes of manhood by submitting himself to you can be very affirming to one’s masculinity. In addition, being granted entry into the forbidden zone of a man’s ass without protection is complimenting to a top’s psyche. However, accepting another man’s hot load inside you, allowing him flood your insides with his DNA, is one of the highest forms of acceptance a man can give to another man. Needless to say, when a man is made to pull out, he can be left feeling a bit empty and rejected.

"Ok. Officially boned right now." Same here. Its contagious.

In a bathhouse or arcade situation my type is a man with a hard cock. Totally different story for a date. Obviously I don't bother with dates too often.

not all of us want to give out location, sorry

7 loads at a sex club in Brisbane last night, most of them in a sling whilst other guys watched. It was a horny night, hope to get more next time :-p

In a 1 on 1 date it does matter what the top looks like. In a darkroom not at all, a cock is cock there. You can hardly see anything there anyway. LOL.

I think it's a combination of things... One being sensory over-load. The cock feels so damn good, it kind of takes over the thinking process for the rest of the body. And mind. It's also primal instinct to breed. It's the natural thing to do. The way men are made. Yes, I have met men who prefer to unload in a mouth, but they are rare. In my experience. The body wants what the body wants. And it wants to breed.

So, I had just left a hook up that I got two loads from. I get back home and get a message from a guy and says he is coming back from the Giants game and do I wanna hang out and get amped. Easy answer. Yes. He said he would be at the place where I am staying in like 30 minutes. 45 minutes pass and I think to myself..."not happening". I text him to see if he is really coming and he says he is 5 minutes away and asks that I keep the porch light on. I told him even better, I have the front door wide open and I am in the front room and will be ready. Eventually, I hear a car door close. This has to be my hook-up. So, there I am...in the front room, black boots, jockstrap, chain around my neck and I'm on my knees with my arms behind my back. I hear him approach the doorway...he walks in, closes the door and smiles and says, "oh, ya, we're gonna have fun" while he walks over to me I put my mouth over his crotch. He then unzips his pants and pulls out his dick and I start sucking on it. After about 3-4 minutes, we get up and he tells me he had a surprise and it will get us to another level. By the time that is complete, we are in the bedroom and for the next 4 hours he and I fuck, suck, talk every taboo and he breeds me 2 times and leaves as the sun is coming up. 4 loads in 6 hours and my hole was grateful.

Uncle Jim As the sun came up the three teens needed a break and to stretch their legs. All three were helped out of the slings and into a refreshing shower. After a specialized protein/carbohydrate drink to refresh and energize them they were taken bake to the basement where the slings were replaced with mattresses and each was given another slam. As the three cum holes were sent into the stratosphere Uncle Jim, Ray and one of there other friend with a nice size cock equal to the 8"each of the box friends (Jim and Ray) had laid down on the mattresses with their heads towards where the mattresses met in the middle of the room. As the three teens were rushing they were helped to their feet and assisted as they each mounted their signed cock (Alex mounted his uncle, Freddie mounted his older brother and Nick mounted their third friend) before they were pulled in for a deep kiss. This was Freddie's first kiss as the three teens were easily distracted. While the three were leaning in for their kiss they each felt a hand on their lower back. This still didn't hint on what each was about to get. Freddie was the first to feel the second cock start to slide in along side his brother's. As Freddie moaned out in pain and pleasure as both Alex and Nick began to feel their own double penetration. Both enjoyed the extra feeling of being filled as they were able to watch each other getting fucked. This do was mostly for Freddie to stretch and rip him a little allowing the poz jizz to seep into his rectum and into his blood system. Ray made sure that the second cock to penetrate his brother's ass was the largest of the remaining friend. Alex and Nick could see the pain in Freddie's face as he was really being stretched. The next few hours the three were well fucked and constantly high. While they were getting dp'ed they'd get a slam at regular intervals. Alex and Nick got to watch Freddie get his additional slams. This really turned Alex on as he was getting week stimulated by the two cocks inside his week stretched ass. Alex then got to watch Nick get his next slam and when it came time for Alex to get his slam he was well turned on. Alex felt the tourniquet being applied to his arm as he heard Nick cough and watched Freddie turn into a tweaked out cum dump. He then felt the coolness of the alcohol followed by the pinch of the point. After the tourniquet was removed Alex coughed out hard his body began convulsing. Uncle Jim and the second guy fucking Alex felt this stimulating their cocks. This simulation caused Alex to begin to cum which caused his ass to squeeze the two cocks in his ass sending them over the edge. All three guys began to cum together as the two filled Alex's tight ass and Alex sprayed his cum on his uncle's chest and flat abs. After all three called down and caught their breaths Uncle Jim and his friend pulled out of Alex and they allowed him to rest as the other two continued to be double fucked. Alex looked over at his buddy Nick then the two of them looked at Freddie then back at each other and smiled. The three were kept high until mid day Sunday when they all began to relax. Alex and Freddie knew that they'd soon crash but Freddie had no idea that he was going to pass out for a coupe days.

Well, here goes. I'm a 21 year old closeted bottom guy, of mixed Mexican and Italian descent, with with a nice fat and smooth ass. I live in Illinois, and, as a young bottom, the following fantasies are my greatest sexual desire. I hope in my attempt to put myself out there I find a sexy Top close by (or afar) who would wants to help make this true. As a teenager the thought of gay sex was, well, not normal. I watched gay porn here and there, but never really liked it. That is, until I stumbled upon bareback porn: specifically, I found scenes of hot daddies or masters fucking raw slave boy pussy all-consuming. I had wondered about the ecstasy women got from being ravaged, and the master/slave boy videos helped me understand the appeal. Naturally I found myself jealous and envious of all the boys who's pussies were being violently used and filled with seed. It was so hot. Anyhow, my fantasy is to meet a man who is older than my age. Ideally he would be between 30-45 years old, in shape, with a big cock (and big balls). A hairy chest would be a major plus. Ideally he would be a multiple cummer who produced big loads. Yeah, that image absolutely feeds directly into my fantasies, and would likely calm my nerves, which in turn would turn me into a slut. You see, to date I have only sucked and swallowed guys. The first time I tasted cum, I found it to be heavenly, so I want as much of it as I can get. I have yet to get fucked. I want to meet the right Daddy to turn my boy cherry into my boy pussy. I want a big dick Daddy who is rough, passionate and truly wants a boy to please him. I'm very submissive and always eager to please. I want to be owned by my Daddy, I want him to keep me nude 24/7 (at least when in the house). I want to learn to service his huge cock and learn every way to coax cum out of my Daddy. I need to please my Daddy. I want a Daddy who will feed me cum in both my cum hungry holes as much as we both want and need. Since I'm a virgin, I know it will hurt, so I want a Daddy who will ease himself into my ass, and encourage me to evolve into his loving boy, who will live for Daddy, his cock and his cum. If Daddy has big-dicked friends who need a boy, I'd be very happy if Daddy told his buddies to fuck me. Who knows? Maybe they can all be my Daddies, and they will all appreciate my tight, fat Latino pussy. Where are you, Daddy?

I love when a top makes me jerk off before we fuck so he can use my load as lube.

Bottoms cum? I was taught to be a cumdump and only that.

“You take loads in your ass?” At 21 years old, I was a bar fly. Countless nights I would drink too much and lose things. Several times I would leave something at a bar such as credit cards, keys, shoes, shirt, underwear, etc. This night, it happened to be my credit card. vAfter calling the bar to confirm they had it, I decided to work in some exercise. The bar was only two miles away, so I decided to run to the bar and back. Since it was a gay bar, I dressed in my best workout gear. After all, one never knows. About halfway to the bar, I noticed a car that had just been driving in the opposite direction stopped about 100 feet in front of me. I saw the window roll down and a man turned his head towards me. I stopped running and took out my headphones. He was probably 45, good looking, and a nice tight body—I could tell he worked out. “Need a ride?” he asked. I briefly hesitated and examined the situation. He was a clean cut looking guy driving a newer car and seemed like he didn’t have good intentions. “Sure!” I said. He flashed a mischievous grin at me and I walked over to the passenger side door. I hopped in and he scanned me from head to toe. “Where you headed?” he asked. “To Level.v I left my credit card there last night,” I replied. “OK.” “Thanks,” I said. “I appreciate you stopping to give me a lift,” I continued, hoping to strike up a conversation. “I was actually headed in the other direction, but I decided to turn around when I saw you running. Looked like you would probably like to cool off,” he said as if to justify stopping to pick up a stranger on the street. I was confused by what he was saying. Was I mistaken? Was it possible his offer was, in fact, not flirtatious? Just as I started to become a bit confused and even a bit worried, he continued, “You were looking really hot,” he said. While he could have only been talking about body temperature, he was looking down at my legs, so I knew it wasn’t that definition of hot. Then, out of the blue, he asked “You take loads in that ass?” My hole started twitching. For a brief second, I thought I had just imagined he said it, but as I looked over at him, I saw his eyes were fixed on my ass even though I was comfortably seated his the passenger seat. Without skipping a beat, I eagerly replied, “Hell yeah!” He nodded with approval. “Nice.” Just then we had reached the bar. I ran into grab my card and ran back to the car. “Got it!” I said. “Great!” As he turned the car around, he asked, “Where do you live?” I gave him my address and he replied “Oh! That’s close. Do you mind if I swing by my place first? We live close by each other,” he commented. “Sure, that’s fine. I’m still just glad I got to catch a ride.” He smiled. Once we got to his house, he turned off the car. I took the hint and got out with him as it was way too hot to spend even a second in a car where the AC wasn't operating at maximum. He pointed towards his house, “That’s my place.” I started walking towards his porch and as soon as I started up the stairs, I heard him say, “Mmmm. It was so hot watching that bubble butt of yours move while you ran.” “Really?” I asked just as I stopped at his front door. He unlocked the door and opened it for me, motioning me to go in first. “Hell yeah. It would be even hotter to watch it move while its wrapped around my bare cock.” "Where’s your bedroom?” I asked eagerly. “Down the hall.” I made my way down the hall and didn’t waste any time. I ripped off my clothes and got on my hands and knees on the bed. He, on the other hand, took nothing off. He picked up a bottle of lube, unzipped his fly, and pulled-out his cock, lubed himself, and slowly started to slide inside me. We hadn't exchanged a single word since we entered the bedroom until I felt his balls against my ass as he bottomed out inside me, and he commented “Fuck you feel good.” I reached behind me to grab his cock just to be sure, running my fingers up his shaft until they met my hole. Sure enough, he was barebacking me. “Don’t worry baby, I didn’t suit up. There is nothing between my cock and your guts, and won't be until I load you up.” That pushed me over the edge. As I started cumming, my ass clenched around his raw dick and he started breathing heavily, grunting “Oh yeah baby, take this load. Fuuuuuuuuck!” He bottomed out inside me and I felt his cock pulsate inside me as he filled my ass up. I was in heaven! “Mmmm. I love slutty young boys like you.” “What do you mean?” I asked, not sure if I should be offended or flattered. “All I have to say is ‘load’ and ‘ass’ in the same sentence and you’re ready to take my dick. I’ve known you for 20 minutes, you haven’t asked my name, age, or even my fuckin' status but you’re ready to let my raw cock dump an unknown load up in your guts.” He was right. I briefly considered what I had done, and knew, of course, that indeed I had no idea who the fuck this guy was who had just bred me. God, I was such a slut. And proud of it!

Rinse out, get loosened up with either a dildo or have a buddy give you an "open me up" butt-fuck before being turned over to the other tops. Poppers can help but don't go crazy. A position you find comfortable and can stay in a long time is important. If you have fast cummers in the group, have them go first; need your ass to stay well lubed when taking a lot of cock, and a few loads in your ass right off the bat will keep your insides slick for the rest of the gangbang.

Love having a man pimp my hole out. preferably blindfolded. Love knowing that everything is about someone else. My hole is there for the amusement of the cocks and the master gets to choose who he wants to see abuse me. I'm just there to do as told and take loads.

I enjoyed a few lapses in the safe sex era also. Most memorably, the medical student who took my butt cherry in college. He was a few years older (middle-twenties), always had an unshaven scruff, and a scar on his face that he was never clear on the origin of. He convinced me there was no medical risk to him fucking me bare so I let him.

Part 2 I was feeling very horny when I went into the toilets at Marble Arch that day and I was also feeling bored and restless. In those days the big underground toilet at Marble Arch had a lot of urinals at one end and a row of cubicles along the back wall at the other end with another row of cubicles up each side. This created pockets that were hidden from general view and at that time there was a lot of activity in the cubicles. Guys would often stand up on the toilets to watch the action going on in the neighbouring cubicles. I started off at the urinals where there was a lot of wanking going on. I joined in and soon I was standing between a young black guy and a mid thirties Italian looking dark haired guy in track suit bottoms who was wanking a huge cock. The young black guy started breathing heavily and then started shooting his spunk into the urinal. Then the dark haired guy stuffed his cock back into his pants and disappeared up the back of the toilets towards the cubicles. I had a look round and there was no one who really interested me at the urinals apart from a young lad in a cap but he was busy being wanked off by an older guy. I decided to go after the Italian looking guy and made my way down towards the cubicles. I got there just in time to see him disappearing into one. I had a fleeting view of someone else entering the cubicle just in front of him. All the other doors were shut so I waited and after a short time a door opened and a guy came out of one of the cubicles next to the one the Italian guy had gone into. I went in and soon I was up on the toilet looking over into the next cubicle. The Italian guy was there and with him was a fit ginger lad in a smart white shirt and dark trousers who looked to be in his mid twenties. I love ginger lads and I was really turned on as I watched. The ginger lad was sitting on the toilet sucking the cock of the dark haired guy who had his trackies and pants down at this knees. I was wanking now as I watched them but the scene was about to get much hornier as the ginger lad stood up, handed something to the dark haired guy and turned round and bent over the toilet. I assumed it was a condom he had handed the guy but it was actually a small sachet of lube and I watched as he rubbed some on ginger lad's arse and some on his cock. He then stood behind the ginger lad and pushed his cock right up his arse without a condom.. I was shocked but very turned on and I had a perfect view from above of the dark haired guy's thick cock moving in and out ginger lad's arsehole. I watched and wanked as he fucked ginger lad and suddenly I realised ginger lad had seen me. He grinned up at me and I grinned back., Dark haired guy was getting close now and soon he threw his head back, thrusting his cock hard up ginger lad's arse and obviously blowing a load right up him.. I watched as dark haired guy pulled his cock out ginger lad's arse, stuffed it back in his pants and left the cubicle. Ginger lad looked up at me and grinned again. He motioned to me to join him and I didn't hesitate. I knew even at that point what I was going to do. I went in and ginger lad was sitting on the toilet again. I got my cock out and he took it into his mouth and began to suck me. I was already close to coming so after a short time I pulled my cock out his mouth. Without a word he got up, turned around, pulled his smart black trousers and white Calvin Klein pants down and bent over. I didn't hesitate. I pulled his cheeks apart, lined up my cock and pushed. I slid right up him and began to fuck. I knew I wouldn't last long and I didn't - after about ten to twelve thrusts I shot a massive load right up his unprotected arse. The last time I had bareback sex it was a lapse. This time it was deliberate and I enjoyed every minute of it. I knew it would only be a matter of time before I fucked bare again and a few weeks later I fucked a guy I met in a bar without a condom. I didn't fuck bare for a while after that and then I one afternoon I was in the cruisy toilets at Hilton Park motorway service station and I fucked a smartly dressed mid twenties black guy in a cubicle. I had noticed the wedding ring when I was sucking him and somehow this made it even more exciting when I blew a big load right up his tight arse. A few weeks later one of my friends from Scotland came down for a weekend. Alan and I were the same age, and he had been together with his partner for some years. I knew he sometimes strayed when he was away from home and we had been out cruising together. I had never seen him in action but I knew he was always very careful about safe sex. On the Saturday night we were drinking in a gay bar in West London and we got chatting to a young twinky boy with dyed blond hair. It was clear that Alan was into him and the attraction seemed to be mutual. I went to the toilet and when I came back the blond boy went to the bar. To my surprise Alan asked me if I was up for a threesome. I wasn't sure but Alan assured me the lad was up for doing it with both of us and the idea began to turn me on more and more. A short time later the three of us arrived back at my flat. I went to the toilet and when I came back Alan's pants were down and the young lad was down sucking his cock. I was impressed by the size of Alan's cock and how big and thick it was. I joined in and soon I was being sucked by the blond lad. Alan sat down and spread his legs and the blond lad went down on him. I was really turned on by the whole situation and Alan motioned to me to come towards him and I did. He pulled my cock towards his mouth and began to suck me off. We moved to the bedroom and I started sucking Alan's cock as the blond lad rimmed my arse. A bit later I was being sucked by the blond lad and Alan was rimming his arse. Alan said he wanted to fuck and I indicated the condoms and the lube I had left by the side of the bed. Alan picked up the lube and a condom. A few moments later I felt the blond lad pushed forward onto my cock as Alan pushed his cock up him and began to fuck. I then noticed the condoms at the side of the bed - there had been three of them before and there were still three. Alan hadn't used the condom. I got up and went round to the bottom of the bed. I looked at Alan's cock thrusting up the blond lad's arse. "Are you wearing a condom?" I asked. Alan looked at me and shook his head. I was shocked - I had never thought Alan would do something like that but I didn't have much time to think because after a while Alan pulled out blond boy's arse and indicated that I should take over. I reached for a condom and Alan stopped me. He looked at me and pulled my bare cock towards blond boy's arse. Blond boy didn't seem to care as Alan and I took turns fucking him bare and I don't think I have ever been so turned on as I was when I watched Alan groan and shoot his load up blond boy's arse. I took over and the knowledge that I was about to add my load to Alan's drove me over the edge and I gave blond boy another load to add to the one he already had up there. The next day I told Alan how turned on I had been by the whole experience. Alan replied explaining he normally played safe but now and then he got bored of condoms. I said I was the same and we began to talk about sex. We both got horny and ended up back in bed together. Alan asked me if I wanted to fuck him and said I could do it without a condom if I wanted. I had known Alan for ten years and would never have guessed he was such a dirty fucker. I slid my cock up his tight arse and fucked him. We fucked three more times before he went home and each time I blew a load up his arse. About ten minutes before it was time to drive him to the station he said he was horny again and he dropped his pants and took another load up his arse before getting on the train to go back to his boyfriend. I was getting careless, but I told myself that I might fuck without a condom now and then but would not let myself be fucked. At that time I had a job which took me out and about in north London and one evening, about 6.30 PM, I went into a public toilet at the top of Stamford Hill. A tall young black guy was wanking a big cock at the urinals and we ended up in a cubicle together. I was sucking his cock and he was reaching down the back of my pants to finger my hole. He wet his finger and pushed it up my hole. He said he wanted to fuck me and I asked if he had a condom. He didn't, and neither did I. He tried to talk me into doing it without a condom but I wouldn't. The black guy pressed me, promising he wouldn't come in my arse. Desperately horny, and admittedly tired of always doing the right thing, I agreed that he could fuck me as long as he didn't come inside me. I dropped my pants, lubed myself up, and bent over. The guy pushed his cock up me and began to fuck. I was so turned on at being fucked, even more so that I was being fucked bareback in a public toilet in a busy area of London. I knew even then that he was going to come up me and I was going to get a load of cum in my arse for the first time in almost ten years but I also knew that I wasn't going to stop him. He was getting faster now and I could tell he was getting close. I groaned "Don't come up me." "I won't, mate, I promise," he gasped, breathing excitedly. Just then he bent over me and put his arms round me. He pulled me tight against him, humped me hard three of four times and shot his load right up me. He was out of the cubicle in seconds, leaving me bent over the toilet with my pants down and a big load of cum up my arse. My cock was harder than it had ever been as I pushed the door shut and wanked myself off, needing only three or four strokes before I shot a massive load of cum all down the wall of the cubicle. As I walked down the hill I knew I should feel worried but I didn't. I knew it would not be too long before I did it again..... Part 3 to follow

Totally agree, PozFetishPig! But sometimes not saying anything can be just as hot! Got fucked by a guy with a biohazard tattoo around his nipple a few years ago. I was still very inexperienced, turned on and freaked out by it at the same time. I traced the tattoo with my finger, looked him in the eye and asked: "Are you going to...?", when my voice trailed off. I just couldn't make myself utter those words. I knew, if I did, I'd probably lose it. So I just looked up at him questioningly. The guy didn't say a word. He just nodded his head and for the rest of the fuck his eyes never strayed from mine. Then he came inside my boyhole, and still not a word from him, he just leaned into me and pressed his lips against mine. Still one of the most intense fucks of my life!

Hey Redrt66 .. this is so damn good!!! Everything about this ... damn .... love this story man!!!! Finger feeding him the T ... working the dust in his ass ....... damn perfect...

Oh fuck love a man that shaves his bottoms hole

The ginger man left and closed the door behind him. Tom flopped over onto his back on the bed, his cock, already hard again, pointed up towards his stomach. Without really thinking about what I was doing I moved over and sat down on Tom’s beer can thick cock and began slowly riding him. “So I guess you want more then birthday boy,” Henry asked smiling. “I wanna take loads till my hole is comepletly full.” Somewhere in the back of my mind I once again shocked myself. Taking Henry’s cock had changed something in me and I needed to be fucked senseless. There was also a part of me that knew that after tonight it would be a long while before I would make it out of my parent’s house to get fucked so I had better take it while I could. “Well then,” said Tom, moving around behind me on the bed, “why don’t Tom and I get your new boycunt nice and stretched out and then take you to the sling room and tell them you’re open for business.” “That sounds amazing,” I replied. “I knew you were gonna be fun when I saw you.” Tom grabbed my by the hips and pushed me down on his cock, and Henry started to press his cock head against my already filled hole. “What are you doing!” I almost screamed. “Just relax birthday boy, you’ll love it.” I took a deep breath and Henry dribbled a big glob of spit onto his cock as he increased the pressure. Slowly I could feel my hole giving way and opening up for his cock. Then suddenly my hole gave way and Henry sank balls deep into my ass, his cock pressed against Tom’s. It was like losing my virginity all over again, I was being stretched in all new ways and I loved it. Jesus, what had taking that first cock done to me, I just wanted my hole to be stretched wide by cock all the time. I was full and yet I felt so loose it was unbelievable. Ecstasy washed over me with each deep thrust of the two thick cocks inside of me. I leaned down and kissed Tom and he twisted my nipples hard, and then I twisted around to kiss Henry who forced his tongue deep into my mouth. The two of them were building up speed hammering away harder and harder. They seemed to be competing with each other to see who could slam me the hardest and who could cum first. The cum from my first three loads sloshed out around their dueling cocks and they both worked their way towards cuming again. I felt like my hole was getting looser and loosed as they pounded away, and I started to push myself back on them dreaming of the cocks I would take in the sling room. Then Henry grabbed my shoulders and bottomed out inside of me and shot his load, this sent Tom over the edge who started cuming just seconds after Henry. Henry collapsed on top of me and I feel forward onto Tom in such a way that my face was now in his hairy sweaty pit. I took a deep breath attempting to regain composure after my last breeding and got a big whiff of Tom’s ripe pit. It was amazing, it smelled vaguely like a locker room but instead of being disgusting it was arousing. I pushed my face further into his put and started licking at the dense hair. Tom groaned and thrust his once again softening cock into my hole a few times. “You like the taste of my pits boy?” I looked up from my new favorite thing, “God yes!” “You should taste them after I work out they’re even better.” Tom fucked his quickly hardening cock into me a few more times. Henry clambered off of out pile and said, “Now don’t start breeding him again or we’ll never get the kid to the sling room.” Tom pushed his cock in as deep as it would go one more time and then relaxed allowing his dick to pop from my ass. “You ready to go to the sling room boy,” Henry asked. “Fuck yeah!” I jumped off of the bed and grabbed my towel from where it lay discarded on the floor from earlier. “Why don’t you leave that here and show off your new cummy slut cunt to all the guys on the way there, maybe even draw a bigger crowd. “ “Ok!” “Damn, the kid’s become a slut in just two hours,” Tom commented. Two hours? Was that all it had been. My life was changing fast. “Lets go get you bred stupid kid,” Henry said, opening the door and leading us out into the hallway.

I practically dove for the new comer’s crotch. He dropped his towel revealing another wonderfully thick cock, this time surrounded by bright red hair. “You said you wanted thick boy, well his cock gets nice and thick when he’s pounding a boy hole,” Henry said, patting my head as he walked over to where Tom was on the bed. “Well don’t just sit there and look at it slut,” the man said, “get it in your mouth.” I opened wide and took his semi hard cock in my mouth and started to suck. I worked up quite a good amount of spit slurping up and down the thick rod and soon it was running down my chin as I attempted to swallow his tool. The man seemed to be enjoying himself as he had his hands on the back of my head and had tossed his head back moaning. I looked up at him as I sucked, getting a stunning view of his hard toned body and the ginger fur that covered it. He had the thickest longest pit hair I had ever seen, and for some reason that made my cock pulse. I guess I was learning a lot about myself in those few hours. Tom had started whimpering from the bed behind me and I assumed that Henry was in the process of deep fucking his sweet muscular ass. “Get on the bed next to your friend,” the man commanded, “I think it’s time I breed that pussy.” I pulled off of his cock, letting the now fully hard engorged shaft spring from my mouth, and turned around to get on the bed with Tom. The whimpering I had heard from Tom was in fact caused by Henry deep dicking him. I caught a glimps of Henry’s cock slipping in and out of the jocks now stretched out ring and wondered if my own hole looked as good wrapped around a cock. “Bend over.” I did as I was told, and without any further warning the ginger’s big rough hands were on my hips and his cock head was pressing against my well seeded hole. As he began to penetrate me, stretching my hole wider then ever before with his girthy tool, I once again had a moment of shock that I was actually doing this. But, as his cockhead pressed against my prostate I gave up caring and all I wanted was for him to use my hole good. “His cock is so thick,” Tom whispered to me between moans, “I can’t wait to see what your newbie hole is like afterwards.” “Hungry for more,” I gasped as I felt pubes against my ass cheeks and the ginger man’s balls bounce against my own. “Man this is a sweet wet boy cunt,” the ginger man said, sliding in and out of my hole. He seemed to be intent on slow fucking me but I had other plans and after steeling a quick kiss from Tom I started to slam my self back on his cock. I bounced from head to root over and over again and Henry slammed into Tom like a jackhammer and the ginger man kept up a long string dirty talk about how he was going to breed Tom and me. That’s what I needed, I needed him to breed me, to dump his seed in my hole and I told him so and I milked his cock with my hole. Suddenly Henry let out a cry and collapsed on top of Tom who was moaning wildly as cum flew from his cock without him even having to touch it. This seemed to be too much for the ginger man who grabbed my hips and bottomed himself out and just held me in place as his cock twitched and jerked inside of me shooting long warm ribbons of cum into my intestines. Fuck sweat dripped from the ginger as he held his deflating cock inside of my hole like a stopper, but eventually he let his cock fall from my well used hole and stepped away from the bed. “You weren’t lying, Henry. He’s got a beautiful cunt. I’ll see you in the sling room later if you convince your boys to go.” Cum dripped from my hole down my leg.

as a breeding top I prefer the perspective of stealthing a neg hole!

“You!” I said, and it exploded out of me. “Oh, fuck... You!” Bill’s smile was a slow, dangerous thing. He reached around the back of my neck and squeezed once. “Good boy,” he said. Behind me, Mac’s tongue slipped form between my spread ass cheeks and he rose, huffing. My whole body sagged as his tongue pleasure/torture stopped. “There’s gratitude,” he said, but he sounded more amused than anything else. I couldn’t look away from Bill’s gaze – his dark eyes, the small lines around them, the dark hair greying just a bit at the temples, and the hard, masculine angles of his face. Beyond him, I saw Mac climb onto the bed where Mark was tied up. Robert, still lying on his back, nodded at him, and then reached out and almost lazily tickled Mark’s exposed underarm, making him jolt up against his bindings. Bill’s hand slid down my arm, and he started to untie my wrist. He did one, then the other, and then moved behind me. As his fingers brushed the taped rope around my ankles, I watched Mac spit once onto Mark’s already slick pucker, then line up his dick and slowly push himself inside. Mark’s body tensed and curled, but the sound that came deep from his throat was guttural and definitely one of pleasure. My other ankle was freed, and then Bill’s rough, calloused hand slid around my waist and pulled me. I awkwardly got down from the chair – my legs and arms felt like rubber, spongy and weak from my thrashing – and his arms wrapped tight around me from behind, turning me to face the four poster bed for a moment. His hard-on pressed against the small of my back, and the heat from his hairy body was electric. He was squeezing me tight enough that it was just shy of uncomfortable. “Look how happy that boy is,” Bill said into my ear, and I watched as Mac began to pick up the pace. He’d taken Mark’s shoulders in his hands, and was bucking into him with long, gyrating thrusts that made Mark’s chew at the gag in his mouth. Mac smiled at me as Bill started to walk me backwards out of the room. In the hall, Andrew passed by, naked, heading toward the room we’d just vacated. He didn’t say a word, and I knew he was waiting for his turn with Mark. From the far end of the hall, I could hear Big Al’s voice, and just barely heard the gurgle that was likely the result of him face-fucking Tim. I was shaking. No doubt Bill could tell, but he continued to steer me, and pushed through the middle door in the hall, where a bed waited that was only slightly askew. This must have been the room Robert and Mac had been in, judging from the clothes on the floor. “Boy, from the first time I saw you, I wanted you,” Bill said, and he gave me a little shove. I fell onto the bed, stomach first. “And seeing that whore ass now, I’m not sure I’m ever going to let you go.” I shivered again, and rolled onto my back, looking up at him. He was standing over me, his dick hard and its purple swollen cockhead almost spilling a single drop of precome. His thick, strong body, dusted with that dark hair, seemed tensed and ready to spring. And his smile wasn’t entirely kind. I bit my lip. What was I thinking? Maybe this was a mistake. “Tim,” I said, not sure what else to say. Bill smirked. “Tim knows what he is.” As he spoke, he moved forward slowly but purposefully, and I slid back further onto the bed. He got onto the bed between my legs, and his hands slid up and down my calves, before sliding under them and starting to lift. “Tim’s a good fuckbuddy. But you’re a boy. A whore boy. Whore boys need daddies to keep ‘em in line. And keep others lined up for ‘em. But a boy has to belong to one daddy, that’s for damn sure.” I was breathing so rapidly I could barely catch my breath. He lifted my legs, then gripped both ankles with one hand while he tugged a pillow from the head of the bed and pushed it under the small of my back, then did it again. My chin was pressed against my chest to look at him above me, and he nodded at my legs in his hand. “Grab your legs, whore boy,” he said. I obeyed on some reflex born deep. I shivered again. Mac’s assault on my ass had been one thing, and had turned me on so completely I’d agreed to... Oh my god, what I was agreeing to... This was insane! I had to stop this, I had to – Mac buried his mouth on my raised pucker, wrapping his hairy arms around my waist and tugging me up against his face. Coherent thought vanished almost immediately, and I was writhing and bucking against the hot feel of his tongue drilling into me. “Yeah, that’s a whore boy,” Bill said, coming up for air for just a moment. “You’re going to be my whore boy, aren’t you?” “Yes!” I yelled the word, and Bill’s grin was triumphant and feral. He buried his tongue in me again, licking, biting, shaking his head, swiping with his tongue, spitting, slurping, and making me thrash and grind myself for a few minutes more, until I started to speak, utterly out of my mind with what he was doing. “Oh! God! Fuck me! Please! Fuck me! God, ruin me! I’ll be your boy! Your whore boy! Please! Oh! Please fuck me and ruin me oh God!” He shifted so fast the reality took a moment to sink in. One moment his tongue was driving me wild, the next both of his thick hairy arms were to either side of my head, pinning my face between them and forcing me to look right up and into his eyes, and his hard cock was pushing hard into me, with nothing but the last few remnants of Big Al’s spunk, and a whole lot of saliva, between us. He entered me with a single, deep shove that made me cry out in an animal way, then held perfectly still, his dick buried inside me, eyes locked on mine. “Fuck!” I gasped. He nodded. “Yeah, boy. Now I fuck you. Now I make you mine.” And he did. He started to fuck me with strong, even thrusts, pulling almost out before burying himself back in. The angles the pillows made were perfect – he obviously knew what he was doing – and every stroke sent incredible sparks up and down my spine. I couldn’t think. Couldn’t concentrate. He shifted his arms, first took my face in his hands ,then turned his hands so his thumbs both slipped into my mouth, and while I sucked on them, he increased the pace of his fuck, going faster, and harder, with every grunt. Our skin grew slick against each other, and his dick – though it hit just right and was making me crazy with how he rubbed me inside – was growing painful as it pounded into my ass. He was smiling, this man who was fucking me raw and who had chosen me in some way the first time Tim had introduced us. It wasn’t a friendly smile, but a possessive one, and angry. He was grunting louder now, and his sweat dripped down onto me as his thrusts grew even harder, and I started to whimper around his thumbs. I let go of my legs, and wrapped them around the back of his ass, pulling him into me, hoping he could understand what that meant. My hands gripped at his shoulders and made a low, moaning noise around his thumbs. He pulled his thumbs free, and when my mouth opened, he spit into it. I stared in shock, and he growled at me, grinding his cock into me with a force that made me whimper. “Yeah, you’re ready, aren’t you whore boy? You’re ready for daddy to make you his? You want me to ruin you now, don’t you boy?” “Ruin me!” I begged him, and he buried his dick to the balls and his hot load burst deep inside me.

A rough hand grabbed some of my hair and pulled my head to the side. It was Mac, and he must have read the shocked confusion on my face, because he leaned in and said, “Who told you you could come, boy?” Behind me, with a few more rough and quick thrusts, Big Al dumped his second load of the night into my ass. My legs trembled as I felt the hot spurts inside my already wet hole. He ground himself against me for a few seconds, his belly heavy against my back, then pulled out. I felt his cum leaking out of my ass. Mac tugged my hair a bit harder, and I stumbled a bit towards himself, gripped my shoulder with his other hand and spun me around until my back was pressed against his chest, his hard dick heavy and hot against the small of my back. “Did you tell him he could come?” Mac asked Big Al. “Nope,” Big Al grinned through his bushy beard. “Did you?” Mac asked Robert, who smirked and shook his head. Mac’s voice was low and gravelly when he spoke next, leaning over me and speaking right into my ear, asking “Did you come without permission, boy?” “Yes,” I said, and he tugged on my hair just hard enough to make me hiss. “That’s ‘yes, Sir,’” he corrected. “Yes, sir!” I gasped. He laughed, and I felt it rumble from his chest and through my back. On the bed, Bill was climbing out from between Mark’s legs, and I saw a thick dribble of spunk drop from the end of his dick as he pulled out. I licked my lips and shivered. Mac laughed again, squeezing me against him. “Sorry, man,” Bill said to Big Al, though he didn’t sound remotely sorry at all. “He signed up.” Big Al shook his head, grunting an amused “Uh-huh.” “My turn,” Robert said, and I watched as the hairy blond climbed up onto the bed and positioned himself up between Mark’s bound thighs. He leaned over the young man and grinned as he spoke next to his ear, asking “How about you? You know how to say, ‘Yes, Sir’?” There was no mistaking the sounds Mark made as anything other than a gagged version of those exact words. Robert laughed, and leaned in closer, pressing against Mark and – I assumed – making his hard on obvious. “Good boy. Again?” Again Mark’s gagged version of the words, and he twisted a little against his bindings. He was covered in a light sheen of sweat. “Again?” Robert asked, grinning. Again Mark replied, almost yelling through the spit-soaked gag. “So, you’d like me to fuck you, is that it, boy? You want me to breed your little boy hole?” Mark had barely managed to reply again before Robert raised his hips, positioned himself, and rammed his dick home in what I could tell was a rough – and deep – thrust. Mark’s head drooped and his legs strained against their bound and open position, and Robert laughed, throwing a mean fuck into the slim young man from the get-go. He braced his hairy arms to either side of Mark’s head, and pounded away at him. Mark’s inarticulate ongoing groans were punctuated by little bouts of breathlessness as the big hairy man rammed in deep. “How ‘bout you?” Mac asked, sliding his hand over my chest and taking one nipple between his rough fingers. “You doing to be a good boy?” I bit my lip, and when I didn’t respond fast enough, Mac gave my nipple a quick twist, and I yelped, pressing back against him, squirming. He didn’t relent, and I gasped out, “yes, sir!” He laughed. “That one’s got a whore’s ass,” Big Al said, nodding at me. I felt my face grow red. I looked away, and once again my eyes were drawn to Mark’s prone and bound body, and Robert’s rough fucking. Sweat was dripping from Robert’s forehead to a spot between Mark’s shoulder blades. Mark’s ongoing cry was growing almost inaudible now, breathy and quick. “How so?” Bill asked, and my eyes shot back to him. His hairy chest, and his thick, already hard dick, with the sheen of his load still on the purple cock head. “Barely got my tongue in his ass before he was begging for it,” Big Al said. “I think he would have done anything I asked.” My face was bright red, and I had to look away again. Still pressed hard behind me, Mac squeezed my nipple with another quick tweak, and I writhed again. “Huh,” Bill said. “That so?” He grinned, and moved to a large over-sized wooden chair with black leather cushioning and curved padded armrests, and pulled it out from against the wall. “Bring him here.” “You heard him.” Mac marched me to the chair, and Bill’s hands took my wrists and made me hold onto the high back of the tall chair while he picked up two more loops of tape-covered rope from beside the bed. He secured my wrists to the top of the chair – it was a little awkward to stand and lean that way. I was shaking – Bill’s fingers seemed scalding hot on my wrists, and my head was spinning. I could still see – and hear – the ongoing fucking noises of Robert and Mark, and I was breathing in quick heavy breaths. “Knees on the armrests,” Bill said, and the three men groped, grabbed, and lifted me until I was crouched on the armrests – I realized quickly that the “U” shape of the arm-rests were designed to do this, and that the whole chair must have been custom made. “Comfy, boy?” Bill asked. “Yes, sir!” I said. It came on reflex, and I shivered. Two more loops were tied around my ankles, securing me. I was more or less crouched on the padded chair, ass in the air, and legs spread, bent over just enough that looking up was uncomfortable. “Nice,” Mac said. All three men had stepped back. “Seriously,” Big Al said. “Watch this.” His bearded mouth returned to my hole and once again I was gasping, writhing and begging all at once. His tongue dove deep into my hole – my sore and sperm-slicked hole – and it was at once a relief and a torture. “Oh god, oh fuck, oh! OH!” I was pushing my ass back onto his tongue, desperate to feel full again. My head sank against the ridge of the chair’s back, and my hands twisted impotently against the loops that bound them in place. My toes curled, my back arched, and I desperately wanted it to stop and never stop, all at the same time. When Big Al pulled away, and laughed, I nearly whimpered. “See?” he asked. Bill moved around the front of the chair, blocking my view of Robert and Mark. He leaned in close, pulled up my head, and kissed me. His tongue filled my mouth and I swallowed it eagerly. When he pulled back, he was grinning at me. “I want you to beg us to ruin your hole, boy,” he said. And then I felt Mac’s mouth against my pucker.

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)

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I've always had fantasy about getting raped and being abused and used without my consent and my bf and fb,s set up a role play session which was hot but not quite what I wanted as I knew everyone. So my bf set up a scene with 4 guys from our gym without me knowing about. These guys kidnapped me outside the gym and took to this place and fucked and used and abused me real rough. I was frightened the whole time I was with them as far as I was concerned it was real and terrifying. My bf finally rescued me and told me what he did at first I was really pissed at him but realised I actually enjoyed it 2 of the guys are now regular fb's.