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I made my clinic visit and let them take the samples. I sat quietly through the requisite speeches and tried to answer questions appropriately. How do you explain to a doctor in a way he'll understand that you enjoy being fucked, especially when a guy pumps his cum into your ass? I found myself in a small exam room with a doctor who was younger than me who, once he made sure that we were alone and wouldn't be interrupted, started talking to me in a rather blunt manner. He laid out the risks I was taking and the consequences of them in rather graphic detail. I took deep breaths and counted to a hundred and ten during the whole lecture. I'm still not sure if he or I either one knew why he told me what he did, but I'm sure it was because of his desire to keep people alive and as healthy as they can be. He did make an impression on me and I decided to see if my insurance would cover the meds he recommended and was ready to prescribe. The down side of the conversation became evident on the long trip home. I had decided I didn't want to be positive but I had put myself in that position so many times and probably was by now. I wanted, no, had to be fucked raw and take the cum. It was an imperative to me. How the hell was I going to make those two ends meet? If I was already positive, then the subject was moot. I either let possible partners know or keep quiet and let the breeders take their chance. Or, I go on the meds and reduce the chances and keep taking any load offered. I hated that what seemed like the best decision was now in the hands of people that I didn't know and had nothing invested in me. The doctor told me I'd be notified shortly. The bottom line amounted to negative or positive, I was intent on continuing to be a cum dump. Without knowing just why, I enjoyed the position, place of having a man, any man, putting his cock into my ass and fucking me until he dumps his cum inside me. I wanted to be used in just that manner. I wanted to be a ready hole for any male that wanted to release his cum. I was on my computer when I got a text from the host. There was a number for me to call. Shortly I was talking to someone that explained I was recommended to him to help him to set up a sexual situation he had wanted to play out for some time. He wanted to video a male, tied to the bed, blindfolded, gagged and helpless and let them be used by several anonymous men in whatever manner they wished. I asked a few pointed questions. I told him that I was interested in being fucked, but pain or other situations was out. He quickly explained that all he wanted to set up was one or two men at a time using a helplessly bound male and that once the guy and/or his partner finished, another situation would move in to continue the situation. I asked how long did he intend this to go on? His answer amounted to a ten to twelve hour setup. I told him that I would agree to it on one condition. "What's that?" he asked. "No condoms. I want them all bare and each man who fucks me must leave his cum inside me." Friday night found me meeting someone that I didn't know other than the fact I had been given his number by the host. We met and went to a motel. I waited in the car while he went in. Shortly afterwards, we were in the back side of the motel, ground floor with a bit of parking and access from the street. Shortly I was showered, lubed, blindfolded then was led to the bed. He arranged the pillows and placed me over it. I bristled with anticipation as I felt him putting what sounded like velcro straps on my wrists and ankles. I struggled a bit but didn't have much movement available. Since I wasn't gagged, I asked how many men he had lined up. He admitted that he didn't know but he had gotten nearly seventy responses to the ad and knew five were going to attend for sure. The rest he didn't know about. I heard a bit of shuffling then it got quiet. It took a bit but I heard the door open. I tensed up in anticipation. I heard a bit of quiet conversation that ended with, "Alright." A guy pressed his cock against my anus and slid in instead of popping. He pushed completely into me then started a rapid thrusting in and out. He didn't last long. It was obvious when he came. He climbed off and I heard him dress and the door open and close quickly afterward. Again I heard the door open. This time there was no conversation. The new guy climbed up on the bed and slipped his cock into my ass. My sense was his cock wasn't large or thick, just average, but as with the first guy, the new guy fucked like a rabbit. The instant he came I could tell as much. Also as with the first guy, after he came he climbed off, and I heard the door close. I was crossed up at that point. I would have readily accepted either of these guys without the restraints. They got to cum and I got it where I wanted it. What I wasn't prepared for was the next several hours. I know what time I met this mysterious person and roughly what time he secured me to the bed. I was sweating under the blindfold despite the room temperature. I had lost count of how many cocks I had been taken and used by. It was north of ten I know. At one point I felt someone probing my ass, press something in that I first thought was a sex toy, then it burned a bit. I got light headed and, shortly, horny as hell with my heart rate climbing. I know for a fact that I got rapidly fucked by at least three guys after that event. It was straight to the point fuck the fag sex. As soon as one shot his load in me, the next guy took his place and rabbit fucked me. The third guy took his place a few minutes later just as quickly as the second had. After that, I was somewhat frustrated for the longest period I can't name. I was horny as hell but there was no one fucking me. I heard the door squeak open and my heart pounded its way into my head. "My favorite," I heard a baritone voice declare, "A tied up white boy." Hearing that comment made me suppose I was about to be used by a black male. For some reason I assumed into the stereotype that suddenly came true. I felt the bed moving first then the head of his cock against my asshole. Unlike the rest, and despite the amount of cum that was lubing my hole, it hurt a bit as the head of his cock pressed relentlessly into me. My anal cavity burned as he continued invading my ass. I found myself holding my breath until he hit bottom and held there. What the hell had I gotten myself into? This was the largest cock I could ever remember having taken. It was thicker and, while not quite as long, was bumping my second ring. He started slowly by pulling nearly completely out leaving just the head inside me, then pressing slowly back into me. I was in pain and trying to beg him to please slow down and be more careful against the gag. He apparently took what he heard as, "Fuck me harder!" He did just that. His thrusting built and continued. I found myself snapping my fingers for the poppers out of habit. That didn't happen. I was going to have to endure this fucking without them. For several minutes he relentlessly fucked me, slowing momentarily, then coming to a brief but complete stop, only to slowly build back the pace. stopped his stroking then, slowly began again. His pace was slow for about five minutes by my estimation then he picked up his pace to the same rapid, full stroke in and out. Thankfully I had finally loosened up and began to enjoy his intrusion into my ass. It could have been five minutes or twenty minutes, I didn't know but he slowed again, I hoped he was about to cum. Same as before, he slowed his pace, stopped for a moment, then started the same pattern of slowly stroking in and out then the pace slowly resumed. I didn't realize at the time, but he had already cum twice. I figured this out when he reenacted that same scenario the third time. When his pelvis met my ass and his cock was completely inside my ass, I suddenly realized that he had already pumped me full of cum the two other times. That was why his invasion had become so pleasurable so quickly. I suddenly enjoyed the hell out of his organ and the way it felt inside me as his hands clinched my hips. I had felt empty on several occasions when a top would pull his cock out of me but this was somehow different. I felt more empty than I had ever felt and my scrotum felt warm for several moments before I realized his cum was oozing out of my wrecked hole. After he left three more guys used my abused hole for their gratification. The three guys were honestly almost anticlimactic as each man's cock was much smaller than that of the baritone-voiced man, but I recognized the signals that told me all three men had cum in my ass, which was, afterall, what I wanted. I was almost sad when I heard my mysterious new host announce that everything was over. He left me blindfolded and gagged but released the cuffs that kept me in place. I remained blindfolded and gagged, naked and wrapped in a sheet as we left the motel. I was pushed into the SUV and taken back to a spot near my car. I was given my clothes after I removed the gag and blindfold and allowed to dress. I wasn't sure how I felt about the ending of this encounter. I was told that I would be sent the link to see the video of the night's encounters. I was very puzzled on the trip home.

Mike came to, and the blindfold was off, but he couldn't focus his eyes. The lights were low, the music pounding and he was getting fucked. He lifted his head and looked up into the mirror and saw a tall black guy was fucking him. Mike couldn't make out his face, and was trying to focus his eyes but then there was a flash of light. It was hard to hear anything but a kind of roar in his ears, but then he distinctly heard this black guy say to someone else, "Make sure you get his face, we'll need that later." Mike saw a phone in front of his face but he couldn't process what was going on or who these guys were, or how long he'd been out. The top fucking Mike realized he was awakening, and sunk his cock slowly and deeply into Mike, and leaned forward so he was completely covering Mike and whispered in his ear, "Your hole is fucking wet with cum. But were gonnna get you more loads, don't you worry." All Mike could do was mumble something incoherent before he passed out again. He woke up and passed out a few more times and each time it was like he was hallucinating. At one point the room seemed crowded with guys, jostling and talking about him. Another time he thought he saw his fuckbuddy, the one who convinced him to come to the bathhouse, fucking him. Mike was so out of it, he even thought that the bathhouse staff at the door when Mike and his fuckbuddy first came in, fucked him. Mike doesn't know when exactly the room was quiet but eventually it was quiet, everyone left, the door was open, and Mike was intently watching the hallway outside the door for someone, anyone to unfasten the straps. He longed to put his hand on his hole and feel it cause it felt wet and slick, and he just wanted to feel it. Badly. Some guy came to the door, all tattooed, kind of latino looking, swarthy dark, rough. Mike said, "Please untie me. Please help me." This guy said nothing, but walked over to Mike, and put his hand on Mikes hole and said snickering, "Puta. Tu quieres mas verga?" Mike pleaded for this guy to untie him, Instead the guy slid his cock slowly and deeply and began muttering in Spanish at Mike. He only pumped long strokes for what seemed a short while before he felt this gut shoot his load deep. Just then Mike's fuckbuddy appeared, and looked astonished. Standing stock still, he stood there looking at Mike with his jaw slack in disbelief. He walked over and began undoing the straps. Mike just blurted out that he had been drugged, and fucked by many guys but he doesn't even know who or how many, and they fucked him bareback, and shot what seemed like load after load inside him. He had trouble getting the words out and his buddy just listened and help him ease back to a normal sitting position. Eventually his buddy got him into the shower, cleaned him up, got him dressed and got Mike the hell out of there. Mike felt exhausted and alert, horny and drained, used and turned on that he had been used. His buddy wanted to take Mike to get meds after potential exposure to HIV. He even agreed to let Mike use his Health Card cause they could pass for each other. Mike was worried about being high and embarrassed but his buddy talked him into it, went with him to the hospital and walked him through the whole process including being present when the doctor came in to see Mike. It was pretty quick, and not as embarrassing as Mike thought it would be. He was grateful to his fuckbuddy for helping him, for trusting Mike by using his own id for Mike. Mike never even knew his fuckbuddy's last name or if the name he used was actually his name. And now he lets Mike use his health card to protect Mike's identity. He knew then that his fuckbuddy was a good guy and that he could count on him. It was a relief after feeling so powerless to stop those guys. They just completely took advantage of Mike in every way possible. Mike's fuckbuddy insisted on driving Mike home in Mike's car and taking a cab back downtown. He wouldn't let Mike drive. Again, Mike was relieved and grateful. It was a long drive to Mike's home in a northern suburb, and he told his buddy everything that he remembered. His buddy kept apologizing. When they got to Mike's street, his buddy drove the care very slowly so as to make no noise. Mike was grateful his wife and kids were away, but declined his fuckbuddy's offer to help Mike inside. The cab appeared pretty quickly and his fuckbuddy was gone. Mike crawled up to his bedroom, but couldn't sleep and lay there stroking his cock, feeling his hole and reviewing the whole night in his head. He couldn't get hard, but he couldn't stop. He got up finally and took two sleeping pills and eventually drifted off to a fitful sleep. He didn't hear his phone go off, and didn't see the text until the morning.....

Mike was almost shaking as he was getting dressed. He douched for a long time because he had the privacy this time: the wife and kids were away for the week and this was going to be the best Monday night he had in a long time. This was perfect but unplanned because his fuck buddy was in town at the same time. They had been fucking together for just over a year each time his fuck buddy was in town, but never more than a few snatched hours. Mike always left wanting more. This time would be different because Mike hoped to get fucked all night. His buddy had a great cock, body and attitude which was both demanding and chilled at the same time. Mike was looking good. He worked out a lot and was in good form, with a muscled body from serious work with weights. His ass was shaved, his jockstrap on, and the lube and condoms in his knapsack. He also brought some weed just in case his buddy liked to smoke it. They had never discussed drugs so on the last few occasions they fucked around, Mike smoked a joint in the parking lot beside the hotel and then popped about a dozen breath mints in his mouth. And the sex was amazing. So hopefully tonight he would smoke some weed with his buddy. His phone buzzed with a new text: "Got a prob. Colleague is in room next door. Can't play here." Fuck! Great! Mike was swearing and feeling anxious. He needed this. So he texted back: "Any ideas where else?" His buddy texted back, "Bathhouse is the only option." Shit, this was not what Mike wanted. He was terrified to go to a bathhouse. Terrified someone he knew might see him, terrified he might see someone he knew inside. Too risky. He didn't know what to do. He texted, "No other idea?" He got a quick reply: "Nope, but we can get together next time I'm in town." Mike didn't even think about it and texted: "Nope, let's go to bathhouse." His buddy texted back and they worked out the details in a few more texts. On his way downtown, Mike got another text: "Waiting in the parking lot." Ten minutes later, Mike pulled into the lot and there was his buddy, looking sexy and chilled. He was taller than Mike by several inches, and lean and lanky. No matter what he wore his fuckbuddy had a bulge and just looking at his buddy's crotch made Mike stiffen. He parked, got out and they greeted and walked to the bathhouse. His buddy explained that he would get a room and Mike should get a locker, but to remember to sign a fake name. They walked in and it was aglow with red light, music pounding and a cute guy behind a grill. His buddy got the only room available, the one with the bench. Mike wasn't sure what that meant but he had an idea and he liked that idea. He got his locker and the two of them walked through, keys and towels in hand. They walked past a bar then to the back of the room there was a lounge with some guys sitting around watching porn and stroking. They all checked out Mike and his buddy. The stairwell was right there and they walked up to the third floor and looked for the room. They found it soon enough but Mike felt the place was disorienting and didn't really have his bearings, but once the door opened, Mike felt like he was in heaven: the room was big and had a padded angled fuckbench with straps attached. They both chuckled and made small talk as they got right down to business and began undressing and unpacking. Mike hauled out his lube and condoms and poppers and put them on the table beside the bed. His buddy was undressed and stroking quickly. Mike stripped down to his jock and put his clothes in his knapsack. They put their stuff in the locker, locked it and got down on the bed. His buddy laid back, sort of sitting up, legs spread, cock at half-mast and waiting for Mike's mouth. So he crawled right into place and took that cock in his mouth. He knew he had to give his buddy long slow deep strokes down and back up, over and over. So he started these deepthroat slowstrokes and got into a rhythym. He was in fucking heaven. He was incredibly turned on that he was in a bathhouse, sucking his top buddy's cock. He was stroking this cock with his throat, opening his lips even wider, making sure not one scrape of his teeth against this thick hard cock. He loved this cock. Just under 8" cut with a big knob and a thick shaft that must be at least 5" around straight to the base, Mike jerked off thinking about this cock. His buddy was enjoying this, clearly, from the encouragement and moans he made. Soon his hands began to reach down and play with Mike's ass. Eventually he had Mike turn around and present his hole to him. Mike felt his buddy's hot breath on his hole. Lightly and slowly his buddy ran his facial scruff just against one thigh and moved slowly up towards Mike's ass. Then he switched to the other thigh and did the same thing. Mike shivered, cause he knew this was going to be a memorable fuck. Soon Mike could feel his buddy's tongue swiping around his hole. Round and round his hole, his buddy continually swiped his tongue until Mike thought he was going to lose his mind. Then all of a sudden he felt that tongue against his hole and Mike felt like he was going to melt. His buddy's phone went off but he ignored it as he began to tonguefuck Mike which always makes Mike feel like he was going to pass out from bliss. Deeper and deeper, plunging his tongue in and out, Mike's buddy was feasting on his hole. Again, Mike hears his buddy's phone go off and this time his buddy stops and opens the locker to get his phone. Mike hears him fumbling around but he stays on his hands and knees cause he knows his buddy likes his ass up and available. His buddy mumbles something, and starts back tongueing his hole. Eventually his buddy starts tapping his hole with one of his fingers. Gradually he works one in, and slowly pulls it in and out. On one of the strokes in, Mike feels a burning sensation and grimaces and pulls away. He never liked getting fingered but tolerated it cause his buddy like a little finger action. The burning subsided and Mike felt surprisingly relaxed and if possible even hornier. He said to his buddy, "Let me try out that bench." He got up and leaned down and onto the bench. It was perfect. He found himself leaning just far enough forward so that he could see how easily he could suck cock and at the same time his ass was pointed out and up and completely exposed, There was a place for his legs to rest and for his arms. His buddy moaned and got behind Mike and began to tongue his hole again. He tonguefucked him deeper this time and soon began poking around Mike's hole with a finger. Mike tensed up even though this time it felt way better. Sure enough, as soon as his buddy's finger was inside of his hole he felt a burning, but stronger this time. He asked his buddy to pull it out. At this point his buddy's phone went off again. He mumbled and went to get his phone while Mike just lay in this fuckbench, completely horned up like he had not felt before. His buddy broke the silence and said, "I gotta go." Mike couldn't believe his ears. Turns out his fuckbuddy's colleague needed help with something for work for the next day and Mike's buddy was the only one who could help him. Mike asked if he could go and come back and Mike would wait there for him. His buddy said that might work, got dressed and they made plans to text updates. After he left, Mike was unbelievably horned up but limp. He couldn't get hard. And he wanted to get fucked. Badly. Soon, he had to piss but that meant walking up and down the hall and he was nervous he'd run into someone he knew. Figuring that he had no choice and feeling horned up by walking through the place, Mike found the nerve to do it. He got his key and wrapped his towel around himself, and tried to get his eyes to focus. They just felt strangely out of focus, just slightly. He opened the door, locked it and shut it and began to go down the hall to look for the washroom. He passed this sexy guy who reminded Mike of his fuckbuddy - same look, same kind of smirk. This guy watched Mike the whole way and Mike turned around to see this guy groping his crotch. He found the bathroom, and there was more cruising going on in there. There were several sexy guys here, Mike thought. But he was trying not to give off mixed signals cause he was waiting for his buddy to give him the fuck he wanted and needed. Finishing up, he saw in the mirror that guy he spotted in the hallway ask someone if they had a light. They didn't. Then he asked someone else who said the same thing. As Mike was about to pass him, he asked Mike directly if he had a light while holding up a joint. Fuck, thought Mike, that's what I want: to smoke some weed. So he said, "Yeah, I got a light in my room if you want to get it." This guy said, "Lead the way." They walked to Mike's room, and he opened the door and let the two of them into the room. This guy said right away, "Name's Jerry." They should hands and Mike introduced himself. Jerry made some funny comments about no one smoking weed around the place, and offered to share the joint with Mike. Mike figured he would, and why not? He was just killing time waiting for his buddy. Mike handed Jerry the lighter and Jerry sparked it up, took a deep hit and passed it to Mike. Mike took a couple of hits and passed it back. Back and forth they smoked and passed the joint, and Mike was feeling very relaxed. Jerry was commenting on the fuck bench, saying how hot it was and how great it must be for a top to fuck a bottom in one of those. They began joking around about it, and finally Mike explained that he was in fact a bottom. Jerry just moaned. He started commenting on how good Mike's ass would look in that bench. He was funny and fun. Mike relaxed and eventually gamefully offered a showing. He walked over to the bench and put his legs in the holders sat down and leaned forward. Jerry walked over with the joint, and passed it to Mike and started to rub Mike's ass. Mike loved it. He loved that he had another guy who he had just met feeling his ass. Jerry asked Mike if he ever did coke. Mike loved coke but only did it rarely at best. But there was Jerry with a little bottle of cock. He turned the lid, and there was a single bump. Mike motioned Jerry in front of him and with his cock right by Mike's face, Mike leaned in and took a hard sniff. Then Jerry cranked the lid again and offered Mike another hit. Mike leaned in to take this bump but had his eyes fixed on Jerry's cock which was starting to swell. He inhaled deeply, and for a moment had this incredible rush, and then everything started to go black.....

6. Boss had me rise and bend over. I felt a hard push and a large metallic butt plug sank into my ass, causing me to moan and squirm as I got used to the feeling. Then he had me stand up and placed white pads with wires hanging off them on my nipples, balls, and my abs. I could feel wires dangling from in between my legs and ass and I started to get scared. My eyes search Bosses face for any clue as to what he was going to do with me. I was then led over to the barber chair and ordered to sit. Straps were placed around my arms, chest, and head and the chair was position so I was facing a laptop. At this point beads of sweat were dripping down my torso. “Now what we are going to do is get you used to being a better popper whore. I have a friend that makes xtube vids that are perfect for training a cum dump like you to take more and more hits. Making sure I can get you as gooned as I want. I will stand here and administer the popper hits. Let’s begin” With that Boss cued the website, strapped a gag around my head that looked like a wiffle ball, and loaded the website. http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=fBDk2-G896-#.VbN1c_kmlno I starred as the video started and as the first bass notes hit my ass clenched and a yelp tried to escape my lips as I felt the first shock. Drool was already dripping out of my mouth and down my chest, my cock was hard and dripping. As the video went through Boss held the poppers to my nose, forcing my to hit along with the video. I had never done poppers like this and the maker knew how to administer hits. I was gyrating in the chair. The electrode working my nips and ass and abs in a pattern, the poppers making me crave realize. My cock was jumping and leaking precum all over the place. The story told in the video was so close to my own it was scary. From hot safer sex, straight, jock to babbling cum whore needing bare dick and cum loads. The only difference was I wanted poz loads, from every one, every cock needed to be poz now. I wanted my ass loose, gaping and dripping with poz seed. I wanted to me the cum dump, popper whore, slut that I needed to be. The poppers and video made me realize how much I craved cock, and cum and muscled men to give it to me. I want to explore my limits and crash through them . I wanted to be a babbling cum slut. Making real me happy and helping them spread their toxic cum. These thought kept looping over and over in my head as the video progressed. By the end of it I was a hornier than I had ever been. I could barely concentrate at the screen. My ass was grinding on the electro-butt plug and my eyes were rolling in my head as each wave of shocks washed over me. The vid stopped and Boss looked at me, nodded once, place the bottle to my nose one more time telling me to inhale deep and hold it. He then pushed a button and the electrodes went crazy. I exhaled hard as waves of pain and pleasure coursed through me and my cock erupted without me touching it, shooting up my chest and into my face hitting the ball gag, my tongue working furiously from the ther side to try and get it in my mouth. Boss toog the gag out and grabbed both sides of my head and looked into my eyes. “Tell me what you are and what you want” Trying had to focus on him and watching his beautiful face and strong body I felt something lock into place in me. My voice came from my mouth harsh but more honest then I have ever sounded “I want to be your Poz Son, and I want to be with you forever. Taking all the loads you want to give me and offering my hole to anyone you see fit. I want cum every day and to be made into the proper image you see for me. I never want to leave you.” “Good boy” And with that he began jerking his cock adding his own cum to the cum on my chest and body. Bending down he began licking the his cum and my cum up off me. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain on my left pec and then his tongue. When I saw his face again it looked like some blood had gotten in his mouth. I watch as he took a sharp point knife and made a small cut in his own palm and licked it up. Then he kissed me. His spit, sweat, cum, and blood and mingled with mine. The taste of both of us was in our passionate kissing. I felt him press his palm to the cut in my chest. Mingling more of our blood, making sure his was the strain that birthed me as his Son. He then unstrapped me from the chair and helped me stand up. Looking at me with pride and lust. “I am now your Poz Father and you are my Poz Son, and we will be together forever. And this Friday we will celebrate our honeymoon “

The first fucking I got at the nude campground sure set the tone for all the rest of the weekend. Some friends of mine liked going to this gay, nude campground and they were always talking about all the "fun" there was to be had at it. Well, it didn't take much convincing on their part before I was begging to go the next time, so the next holiday weekend (I think it was July 4th) we went. It was a very interesting and very liberating experience. Everyone just walked around nude during the day and lounged by the pool, etc. With a few occasional excursions into the woods for some sex. I just viewed it as a way to see everyone's equipment before hitting on them. There was this one couple that I was sort of drawn to-- one had a biker, leather look and one was very clean shaven. The biker had a fu-manchu biker stache, furry chest, and a thick cock with some low hangers. His partner was taller, thin, smooth, and had a dick that was enormous! (It's always the tall, thin ones, isn't it?) Anyway, I made sure I hung out and drank with them all day (when I wasn't hanging with my friends). Then evening rolled around... and that's when the fun began. The whole campground sort of parties in the evenings, and there is a lot of drinking. They make a special lemondade that will knock you on your ass if you aren't careful. And I wasn't careful. Boy did I get hammered! And the drunker I got, the more blatantly I flirted with the couple. Eventually I learned that they had a portable sling set up, and that they'd be more than willing to take turns fucking my hole, so I wandered off with them, while my friends watched me go. They knew what was cumming. Once at the sling, we all got to playing. I was kneeling and taking turns sucking their cocks, and they were working my nips and we all were having a grand old time. Then they put me in the sling. Biker guy kneeled and started tonguing the hell out of my ass, while Big Dick was feeding my mouth his enormous cock. He grew to about nine inches when all was said and done. Biker Guy wasn't bad either, at a respectable thick 7 inches... with a big head. Then came time for fucking. Big Dick was still fucking my mouth, but somehow he produced a bottle of poppers and he began feeding them to me like a good host. Biker Guy lubed up and said, "I'm gonna fuck you for awhile first, to get you opened up for that monster, ok?" I nodded my consent. Another snort of poppers and I feel his raw cock start to enter my ass. It felt fucking incredible. He sets up a fuck rhythm and the sling is swaying, helping him penetrate as far into my ass as possible. All the while I was working Big Dick's cock with my mouth. After ten minutes or so, Biker Guy says, "This is a sweet ass- you about read for a turn Paul?" Paul (Big Dick) pulls out of my mouth while Biker pulls out of my ass. And I gotta admit, I'm a bit nervous about Paul's dick size. But I'm also drunk and flying on poppers. What the fuck, right? Paul somehow produces a condom, and starts rolling it on his impressive tool. Biker sees me watching and says, "He's poz, so he's gonna wrap before fucking you... house rules." Biker and Paul switch positions, and Biker Guy starts feeding me poppers while Paul is lubing and trying to work his cock up into a fully hard state again. I start sucking Biker and Paul starts nosing that big cock around my ass. Unfortunately he is having a devil of a time getting hard enough to get in my hole, and he's losing erection by the moment. We try this for while longer, but it just isn't working. Paul suggests switching again, so they do. Bike Guy's cock feels incredible in my ass again, and I'm loving feeling Paul's ginormous rod get hard in my mouth. After another ten minutes of fucking, Bike Guy says, "I can't hold out much longer... I'm gonna lose my nut." Paul is encouraging his partner to cum and moves around to watch. "Where do you want the load, man?" I barely have enough time to say "in me" before he's painting my guts with his load. It feels incredible, as I can feel every twitch of his fat knob in my ass. "Your turn, Paul." Biker Guy says while pulling out. "You really need to get in there and churn my cum." Biker Guy excuses himself and goes into their cabin to get a towel and beers, and Paul is standing next to me, starting to roll on another condom. I reach down, and gently stroke his dick and roll the condom off his head. "Fuck me, man" I beg him. "Shove that big fucker in me raw." John wouldn't want that-- besides, I'm poz man." "I know. And I'm telling you to fuck me. You can always pull out before you cum." Paul looked at me with lust in his eyes, stepped around to my ass, lubed up, and told me to get ready. I poppered up and prepared for the assault. Fuck did he have a massive fucking cock! He shoved that giant, raw cock into my ass all at once causing me to cry out in pain. This brought John out of the cabin and back to the action. "What's going on here-- you finally gettin' some of that hot hole, Paul?" John was hard again, and stood next to my face so I could suck his fat prong. John took over feeding me poppers while Paul fucked the SNOT out of my ass. He was using the sling to full penetration advantage, and it was about all I could take. Thank goodness my moans and grunts were stifled by John's dick, or the whole campground would have heard us. The entire time Paul is fucking me, John is coaching him, telling him to fuck my hole, to churn the cream that's already in my guts, to wreck my hole with his meat, etc. It's very hot. Then John says, "Paul's gettin' close to nutting-- I can tell by his face. Where you want it, man?" I looked up at him through my popper and drunken haze and said, "In me." "You heard the man, Paul. Breed this cunt's hole!" Paul closed his eyes and shoved in hard. I could feel all nine rigid inches throbbing inside me and I knew he was shooting his toxic spunk inside me. DEEP inside me. While Paul is cumming, John is jacking furiously and wandering toward my ass. He let Paul finish, then tells him to move. I feel that big fucking cock pull out of my ass, and then feel John shove in hard and start loading my sloppy ass again. Paul went inside while John finishes squirting in my butt. When John finally pulls out, he looks at me and says, "Well, THAT oughta get your weekend started right. Three cumloads in your ass." I asked John if Paul was gonna be in trouble for not using the condom. He said, "Nah. We always start off using the condom, but if the bottom pig begs for it raw... well, we give him what he wants. House rules." Paul and John tagged my ass several more times that weekend... as did about ten other campers.

It seems to me that if you let someone put his cock into your ass bare then you shouldn't complain if he leaves his cum inside you. Me? It's up to him. I'll suck to swallow or, if he thinks my ass is pretty enough, I'll take his cock bare and he can either feed or breed me. I do love hearing his breathing change and feeling his stroking increase as he's feeling the urge to cum. It's still up to him. I'll take the cum anywhere he wants to leave it but prefer it either in my mouth for me to swallow or as deep as possible inside my ass. It surprised me a week after my solo situation that I not only met Paul but let him spend the weekend with me. Something had changed it seemed. He was the horniest bastard I had ever seen him be. That's why I let him stay for the entire weekend. He did share a beer or so every so often, but he was insatiable. He seemed intent on having me either sucking his cock and having me swallow his cum or bending me over and leaving me well fucked and bred every couple hours. I was wondering if he had gotten a prescription for Viagra and abused the hell out of it the way he kept up with me. It nagged at the back of my mind that he might be trying to lure me away from the breeding parties but I knew he was far smarter than that. He surely knew that I had to have more anonymous cock and cum. Surprisingly, the subject of my status was never discussed. Two weeks later, mid-week, I received a text from the host. He wanted to set up an extended breeding party, starting on a Friday evening and extending into Saturday as far as the tops would appear and attend. His question to me amounted to was I available and would I be willing to be the sole bottom for the session. I texted back asking if status was known or part of this breeding set. The answer was short. "Does it matter?" I responded by simply asking "What time?" I had questions when I arrived but kept them to myself. It was clear I was indeed the only bottom as I arrived. There were a number of vehicles in the parking lot so I was intrigued. It looked to me that it would be a constant gangbang for the first part of the evening. The preliminaries were over quickly. I stripped in the bottom's room and was met by one attendant who blindfolded me, led me to the fucking bench and quickly secured me. What surprised me was he immediately mounted me himself and fucked for several minutes. What a way to start. I snapped for poppers and was met with, "You'll get your poppers when I get through." I knew who my popper friend was now. I begged him to breed me, give me what I wanted. It was still several minutes away but I was finally awarded with his animalistic grunting and his clinching my hips as he plunged into my ass and held there for a minute or more. He stroked in and out slowly afterwards then pulled out. "There," he said, "you're lubed up." I was surprised that I didn't feel anything warm on my scrotum, so I assumed that he had either used a condom or simply didn't shoot a large load. I found myself wondering if this was actually part of the intended party tonight or if he simply took advantage of the situation. Either way, I wasn't going to complain. I quickly learned that he had taken advantage of his position, and intended to keep it between the two of us. The host announced that it was going to be a single bottom and, unfortunately for the tops, they would have to decide between themselves the order that they would be using me. It was made clear to me, however, I was expected to be available to take cock and cum for the next twenty four hours, that I was to be at the beck and call of the tops. In my estimate the first hour was the busiest. I took, by my best guess, at least eight different cocks and, hopefully, that many loads of cum. I was a happily accepted constant invasion of my ass. I was kept full of various sized cocks and, apparently after having satisfied his lust, my friend was very prompt with the poppers. I almost didn't have to snap. I tried my best to keep count and did up till about number twenty two. Surprisingly, I wasn't sore or hurting. I was obviously being fucked bare and they were all cumming inside me. My balls were kept warm by a continuous leak of seminal fluid. Out of that strange corner of my mind, I wondered who cleaned this room and what did they think? The number of cocks fucking me slowed considerably but the duration kicked up as the night slowed. Instead of cock after cock fucking me, I was being steadily fucked by one guy for quite some time. He came after an estimated half hour or so then was replaced by another cock that started a slow paced stroking that took several minutes to increase. This newer cock slowly increased his pace but still took some time to even sound as though he was approaching his climax. He finally slowed and plunged into me. After he pulled out, I felt that, now familiar and happy feeling of warmth flowing onto my scrotum. I knew he had finally cum. He mumbled something that I didn't understand and the host told me that he wanted me to know that he had pleased himself three times and to thank me for it. I had no idea what time it was, but I heard the door open again. The host welcomed the additional tops and thanked them for making time for tonight's entertainment. The pace of my getting fucked picked up for a couple hours by my best guess. Instead of just one cock in me for a long time, it was a virtual slideshow of cocks for the next couple hours at various intervals ranging from three to twenty minutes apiece. I was loose as hell, my guts on fire and my balls covered with cum. I was in ecstasy. I had been hitting the poppers quite often but not for relief. There hadn't been any cocks that were painfully obtrusive for the evening, so I had been enjoying myself up to that point. The poppers kept me going but I was beginning to wear thin. I didn't know what time it was but was still enjoying the sexual attention. I was, at last, the sole hole in a gangbang, something that most gay men only dreamed of. I noted that the number of cocks slowed again but the duration of the fucking went up again. I settled my mind back to the neutral position and simply controlled my breathing to enjoy the sensations. The next several hours became a blur. I drifted in and out, finding myself, on occasion, actually falling asleep while being fucked and wakened as the next guy slipped in. For a while it got to where I was almost asleep and only waking as I heard the top about to cum. I was puzzled at how that could be happening. Was I that tired? I vaguely remember taking cock after cock and each cock fit very comfortably inside my ass. I do remember thinking I was feeling quite warm, and wondered why, but I knew I simply wanted more and more cock, more cum. I wanted each man to leave his load in my ass. More hours passed, and as the morning light arrived, the number of tops slowed and I began to recover from that warm, horny feeling that I suddenly recalled feeling during the last time I was whored out. At some point I had been drugged and didn't know how. It hadn't been unpleasant but unexpected. I suddenly wanted that feeling again. I was already unnaturally horny toward being fucked and bred but I found that I loved that warmth that increased that horniness. I had to find out what had happened just as I felt another load of cum being pumped into me. Saturday evening arrived and I was somewhat oblivious to it. I had gotten far too comfortable on the bench and, mentally, being a cum dump. My only attachments to being human at that point was the vague feelings of hunger and thirst. The host made drinks available to me after I was released and apologized at not having thought of it earlier. I was strangely buzzed in a manner I didn't fully realize but felt myself coming down. The host told me that I had full run of the facilities for the night if I wished. I declined telling him I wanted to go home. He pronounced me not capable of leaving in my condition, but insisted someone would drive me home. My head still wasn't straight after showering. Normally, I would have attempted to leave as much cum inside me as possible, but in any event my balls and thighs were coated with cum, so I showered. I was shocked to see that Paul had commanderered my keys and would drive me home. The conversation on the way home was, to say the least, quite interesting.

6'2" and 240 lbs. So you are a big guy, and that changes everything. HIV has no impact on muscle mass, none whatsoever. Just remember that. I`ve got 30 years of gym in me, with all the frustations and discoveries i accumulated. I could give you a 50 pages answer, and still have more to say, so some key points. The NUMBER ONE reason that guys quits is because of the absence or results. Bodybuilders are not created, they are born. Muscle gain is 100% genetics. Trainers and magazine will tell you otherwise but research has proven it over and over again. One of the best comparison is height. Imagine a 5`8" guy asking you to show him how to grow to 6`2" because clearly, you were 5`8" once and you sucessfully grew another 4 inches! You are tall (the taller you are, the less you gain muscle mass, one of the unbroken law in gyms is "anyone who is more muscular than you, is always shorter than you) and you can gain fat, which to me means a muscle beef rather than a lean fit guy. There so many sites and books on muscle gain out there that you can find all the info you need. My wisest advice to you is to go back to the gym, even if you are not seeing any changes. I could spill my 30 years of frustration with a body that just won`t gain muscle mass (steroids, professionnal trainers, food, supplements: nothing worked) but it`s not the topic. Youre poz, tall and big, so just go back, 5 days a week, 6 if possible. Even if some days you train like shit, and you do only 10% of what you have done the day before. Just go back. Hope you keep sharing your "shape" journey. I will read every posts. Steve

I love having a wrecked hole. It makes me feel slutty which is what I am. Love how easy it opens up just when I clean it and how cocks just disappear in it.

After that first weekend, Will got very busy with work. He told me that the project he was working on had encountered a problem and it meant he would have to spend lots more time to finish it than he expected. He said he had to go back to the Netherlands in five weeks as his business there needed him. This meant he ended up spending almost 12 hours a day at work. I was sick in the pit of my stomach at the thought that I'd not not see Will again after that time. I had fallen for him big time. Not only would I miss Will himself, but I would miss the way he made me feel when he hammered his huge raw cock into me followed by what he called his seed. I dreaded the day he would leave me empty, in all senses of the word. Over the next few weeks I obsessed about him leaving, but I never told Will how I felt in case he thought I was just a weak small boy. Will was so busy that we never went out to any bars or clubs and none of his friends came to visit again. I loved having himself all to myself. During this time I not only worried about what I would do when he left but I was also freaking in my head about having taken Will's raw cock and seed so many times and that of Alan and Mike's as well as so many other men that night in the fuck club. When Will fucked me he talking disgustingly about how they had all bred me and how much it turned him on. He hammered my ass so hard when he talked about it. I knew it was the thing that turned him on but I was conflicted by how it made me feel, the risks, and what it said about my relationship with Will. The dreaded week came so quickly when Will was to leave. Two days before his departure he stunned me into silence by suddenly asking me to live with him in Amsterdam. Although I was silent, whilst Will stared at me, I realised that there was only ever going to be one reply. I said yes, I would love to live with him if he really meant it. Will took me there and then and we had the most passionate sex yet. I think that was maybe the first time Will truly made love to me as opposed to just breeding me. The next day was frantic as I needed to get a passport and I ended up waiting in a queue for hours to get an emergency issue one. I lived with my older brother who was never interested in me or what I got up to so I knew I would not be missed. I visited his place, my former home of five years, packed up my things and left a note to say I had gone to live in Amsterdam. We flew to Amsterdam, flying another new experience that Will had introduced me to. His apartment was amazing and I realised then that Will was not short of a dollar, or in his case, a Euro or two. Will showed me around Amsterdam and I loved the city. It was seedy and beautiful all at the same time. I had never been to another country so that in itself was amazing. For the first few nights when Will fucked me, he became increasingly descriptive about needing to see me take another guy's raw cock and seed. On the Thursday night he said that two friends of his were popping over from Berlin to meet me. They were to stay three nights over the weekend and they would sleep in one of the spare bedrooms. Will said that Stefan was a old friend of his who, as he put it, had done a lot together. I knew he meant sex, although he didn't say that. Will said he had not met Stefan's new boyfriend although he had seen photos. Stefan's boy friend was called Artur. Although Stefan could speak German and English, Artur could only speak German. About lunch time on Friday, Stefan and Artur arrived. Will got up to let them into the apartment whilst I waited in the lounge feeing nervous. I suspected that Stefan and Artur were only visiting to fuck me and knowing Will's interests, they would be breeding me. A moment later Will led Stefan and Artur into the lounge. Stefan was 41 maybe 6'.1 and looked in good shape. Although his jeans were not that tight I could see the shape of a long cock going down the front of the left pants leg. It was obvious he wasn't wearing undies and he had a big cock. I was surprised with Artur as I expected another older guy but as it turned out he was only 19, about 5.7 in height and very slim. He looked far younger than the way I felt I looked. I could see Will looking him over and then I noticed Stefan doing the same with me. Will introduced us all and Stefan came over and give me what I thought was going to be a European greeting kiss. Instead he grabbed me and kissed me on the lips pushing his tongue into my mouth. His left hand was on the back of my head holding me against him and he put his right hand down the back of my pants and felt my ass. His fingers went to my ass hole and then one pushed into me. At the same time I could feel his cock stiffen against me. When I looked up I could see Will doing something similar to Artur. Seeing Will do this I was torn. On the one hand I felt a bit of jealousy but on the other I was turned on. The moment passed and Will suggested they unpack and get relaxed. It was clear that Stefan knew his way around the apartment as he led Artur to the bigger of the spare bedrooms. Whilst they sorted themselves out, Will got some drinks and snacks ready and he came over to me and kissed me deeply. He said he couldn't wait to see me take Stefan's raw cock and seed and wanted me to watch as he bred Artur. He said he'd done this in the past with previous boyfriends of his and Stefan. Maybe 15 minutes later Stefan and Artur joined us. They had both changed and were only wearing shorts. Stefan was in good shape and he had a lovely firm chest and a trail of chest hair down to his shorts. Like Will, he was a Man's man. I could see the head of his cock hanging below the shorts. I couldn't take my eyes away from it. Artur had a slim smooth body, just like mine although he was taller than me. I couldn't tell if he had big cock or a hot ass. The conversation was difficult as I could only speak English and Artur could only speak German. Even though no one had mentioned sex, there was a sexual excitement in the air. Will said to me that he wanted Artur and I to kiss and have some fun whilst he and Stefan watched. Stefan presumably said the same thing in German as Artur looked at me and came over to where I was sitting. We both started kissing each and I felt myself bone up in a second. Artur was obviously more experienced than I and I could sense him leading me. He took his shorts off and I saw his cock for the first time. It was rock solid and maybe 5 inches uncut. He had shaved his pubes and pits and when I felt his ass it was a firm little bubble like mine. Between us, Artur and I took my clothes off and we stood kissing and grinding our boned cocks against each other. I looked over and noticed that Will and Stefan were now naked, boned solid and slowly stroking as they enjoyed the show. As you know Will is 10inches uncut and maybe 7inches round. His cock leaks like a faucet and it has bulging veins when he is boned. Artur's cock looked delicious. He was maybe 8.5 or 9 inches but very fat, much thicker than a beer can. He had the most enormous nuts I had ever seen up to that point. There was a metal silver ring around the balls and cock. His cock had a thick silver ring through the head. Will told me later they were called PA's Will told me to suck Artur's cock and something was said in German. I got down and licked the head of his cock. He moaned and I took him all in my mouth until I could feel his smooth balls on my chin. I moved back and forwards and at the same time Artur began thrusting into my mouth. We lay on the floor and 69'd each other, sucking our cocks at the same time. All the time I could hear encouragement in English and hear German spoken. Stefan passed some poppers and told us both to sniff deeply. As ever with poppers it makes me wild and it did the same to Artur. Will told me to put my head though Artur's legs and lick and eat his ass hole. He said to get it wet enough for cock. Artur did the same to me and we ate each others asses for what seemed like ages. Apart from the younger guy in the fuck club, Artur was the youngest I had sex with. It was good but no where as hot as with Will. Will told me to get on my knees and kiss Artur who also got on his knees. Will told us both to sniff as much poppers in us as we could take. I was flying and kissing Artur when all of a sudden I felt something against the crack of my ass. It was Stefan's cock. He leaned over my back and whispered into my ears that he was going to breed me. Somehow in a German accent it sounded exciting and dirty. I was still flying on the popper rush when I felt Stefan's finger push some lube into me. In no time I felt his fat raw cock head at my ass. He grabbed my waist and slowly pushed in. He was obviously savouring the look and feel of entering me as he went so very slow. I am used to Will's huge cock but I still gasped with the pain and pleasure of such a fat cock. I saw movement from the left and it was Will heading towards Artur. He got behind him and slid his dripping cock against Artur's ass. Will has a look that comes over his face when he's about to breed ass. It's hard to describe other than say its a look of determination. As I moaned from the intrusion of Stefan's cock, Artur suddenly kissed me differently and I knew that Will had started to enter him. Stefan and Will started fucking us both. They spoke in German the entire time but I did hear them say breed and my name in the quick sucession. They started getting faster and faster until all four of us were yelling with pleasure. After maybe 5 or 10 minutes something was said in German and both Will and Stefan pulled out. They got up and swapped positions. Will said in English that we was going to fuck Artur's ass juices into my ass with his cock and Stefan would do the same to Artur. Will slid into me from behind and whilst I was kissing Artur I could see that Stefan started fucking him. This went on for a bit then more German was spoken. Stefan and Will again swapped. I again heard the word breed and my name. Stefan said in English that he was so close and get ready for his seed. I could feel the pace of his fucking increase and he got faster and faster. All of a sudden he pushed in deep, held still, and yelled take it as I felt his already fat cock swell as he shot his seed into me. I looked up at Will and his face was like the lust of an animal as he watched and heard what Stefan was doing to me. He yelled to Artur that he was coming too and I felt Artur push against me as he tried to support himself against Will's thrusting. After a few minutes Will and Stefan pulled out of us. They said in English and then presumably the same thing in German that they wanted to see Artur and I fucked each other in their seed. Artur got up quickly and it was clear he wanted to go first. He had me sit on the edge of the sofa and he held my legs up over his shoulders. He slid in me whilst Will and Stefan sat on the floor either side of us, their faces maybe only six inches from Artur's raw cock and my ass. They spoke in German and even I could tell them were encourgaing Artur to shoot in me. Will passed us both a bottle of poppers and has us sniff them deep. Artur started yelling something in German and he shot into my ass. Without any rest Stefan pulled up Artur and moved him onto the sofa so he duplicated the position I had just been in. Stefan then guided my raw cock into Artur's ass until I was balls deep in his boyfriend. It was only the second time I had ever topped and boy did it feel good on my cock. Artur's ass was tiny and he gripped and milked my cock. I could feel Will's seed smooth the way. I fucked for maybe 3 or 4 minutes and then felt the tightness of my nuts increase and I knew I was about to shoot. Will can tell when I am getting close and in hushed almost whispered tone he told me to breed Artur. His and Stefan's face were almost licking distance from my cock hammering Artur's ass. I could no longer hold off and I shot volley after volley of seed into him. I fell on top of Artur as I tried to get my breath back. It finished with a four way kiss and Stefan and Will telling us how good Artur and I had been. The weekend was wild guys, not only did we fuck in all sorts of combinations but Will and Stefan took us to a bareback party saying that Artur and I would be the prime attraction. I will tell you more about what happened another time. Are you guys enjoying me telling you what happend? Let me know. It will encourage me to tell you more

Bi Bottom Turned Part 3 Mike slowly began to feel like he was crawling up out of a well. Sounds were getting more distinct, and he was still getting tonguefucked. He could hear what sounded like several guys talking and laughing. And then.....yes, there was a tongue in his hole. He felt a hand and a blob of something cold on his hole. Then a finger started to slide inside his hole. "This cumdump is ready." Mike held his breath. He wanted this like he had never ever wanted cock. He didn't even really know where he was or if this was all really happening. He feels a cock bump up against his hole a few times. Then he feel it pushing into his hole. Mike was instinctively resisting and clenching his hole shut, and then someone put a bottle of poppers under his nose, he inhaled deeply just once and his hole opened up. That cock slid just inside, popping the head in but no more. Mike heard what he thinks is Jerry say, "This hole is primo. Hungy, tight, and fucking smooth. Boys, we are gonna have a good time. This set-up went perfectly." Mike felt the shaft sliding in bit by bit. Jerry would pull out a little then stroke in a litter deeper each time. But every time he was about to bottom out, Jerry would hold it and not go any deeper. Mike eventually was literally panting. Panting to get that cock in deep, panting to get fucked. "This raw hole around my cock? Nothin' better than this." Mike was getting raw cock. He heard it and he could feel it: no rubber'd up cock felt like this. He could feel the heat from that cock. He groaned and they heard and began egging him on. He wanted this and he tried to hide it from himself. But he couldn't hide now. Now all he was focussed on was that cock. Soon Jerry began longstroking his cock all the way in and all the way out. But on every out stroke, he'd pause just a moment and didn't take his cock completely out of Mike's hole. Then he'd slowly slide his cock deep, and eventually began bottoming out in this cumdumps hole. Mike was spinning. He was overcome with lust and desire and hunger. It was so powerful that he lost track of time and space and any other point of reference for reality except for this cock in his hole, and this room of guys watching. Mike couldn't tell how long Jerry was fucking him, but after a while he could feel Jerry pick up the tempo. He was steadily and rhythmically fucking Mike now. It sent Mike into absolute bliss, this steady strokes of a hard raw cock in his hole. It was unbelievable. Suddenly, Mike could feel that motion, that hardness, that driven way of fucking: Jerry was getting closer. Mike wanted it. He absolutely wanted it and he didn't want Jerry to stop. He still had his eyes covered, but it didn't matter. This was unbelievable. "Ah, fuck I am gonna shoot." "Lube him up, man. C'mon, make that hole slick for the rest of us. He wants your load, don't ya, fuckhole?" "Yes. Please. Please", Mike said quietly, like he was pleading. Mike felt that cock start to get really hard, hard enough so that he could actually feel it. And then Jerry buried his cock deep in Mike's hole and Mike felt that cock swell and pump up, then again, then again, then again. And there was a brief moment where Mike thought he could feel a warm something deep inside of him. He could feel his eyes rolling back and he fought it. Jerry pulled out and right away after some shuffling sounds, Mike felt another cock slowly sliding into his hole with more shouts of encouragement from the others, although Mike didn't know how many. This cock was fucking thick. Mike could feel it literally stretching his hole open. It didn't hurt and Mike was amazed cause this wouldn't be happening if he wasn't high out of his mind. He wouldn't be able to take this cock, no way. But now, he wanted it. And this top was determined. He was giving it to Mike slowly so Mike could get used to the girth, but there was no way this top was stopping even if Mike asked. Mike could tell. He could sense this top was taking his hole no matter what. But was this guy fucking Mike bare? He assumed so. He also hoped so. He couldn't believe it but he felt like he was free and he wanted raw cock and come. He always has. Eventually, this top was giving it to Mike in good long hard strokes. And deep, right to the base, right to where Mike could feel the tops body bumped into his. He fucked Mike for a while - it seemed longer than Jerry's fuck. But sure enough, eventually, Mike could feel this cock get harder and harder. It started to feel almost uncomfortable. He felt hands on the small of his back, pushing Mike down. Mike was just saying over and over and over, "Oh my god, oh my god.". He didn't want this to end. Ever. The top started just pounding it into Mike, and then with one extra hard and extra deep shove, sunk his cock into Mike, held it still, leaned in and whispered, "Take my load, hole. Open up that hole for my seed." Mike felt pulsation after pulsation as this top was undoubtedly dumping his load into Mike. Mike groaned and moaned. It was incredible. While lost in bliss, that cock pulled out and another one began to slide inside, this time deeper and hard right off the bat. Mike started to feel like he was going to black out, and he fought it. He tried to move but was still strapped onto that fuckbench. He could feel himself slowly going under and he was losing the fight to stop it. All of a sudden Mike was out cold.....

Bi Bottom Turned Part 2 Mike could hear sounds that seemed very very far away. Everything was pretty dark and really loud. Music, playing really loud. He tried to move but couldn't and his legs felt very heavy He had a mask on and when he tried to remove it he realized he couldn't move his right hand. Or his left hand. He tried to move his right leg and it was the same thing: he couldn't move it. He realized he was tied down. And then he remembered: his room, that guy Jerry, that bump of coke.....he had a flash of recognition: the fuckbench. He was strapped into the fuckbench. He started to squirm, to see if he could loosen the straps, get out of this and out of here. His mind was still thick but he was struggling best he could. All of sudden he felt hot breath on his ear and a voice say, "Ah, you are awake. And you know where you are, I imagine." Mike felt a hand feel the crack of his ass and work its way in right to his hole. "We are going to have fun tonight.". Mike asked whoever this was to untie him, let him get up. The only reply he got was a chuckle. He could hear someone rustling around, zips opening, something being torn open, and then he felt something tighten around his left bicep. He started to get really scared and began pleading to be untied. "Hey man, please untie me. My back is hurting, some sort of spasm, please." Again, Mike just got a chuckle as a response. He felt cool air and the music get louder and voices. Voices coming into the room and commenting on his ass. Hands were on his body. He felt several hands feel his hole and then all of a sudden there was a tongue right at his hole, poking inside. Mike gasped and froze. It felt damn good. But he started to panic again, cause he was completely out of control and who knows who these guys were? He heard one voice say, "Jerry, has he gotten to the point yet?" Jerry, that guy, he was in the room. Mike heard what he assumed was Jerry say, "He is about to, right now." Mike felt something wet and cold wipe the inside of his elbow. He started to flip out. "Please, please, don't do this. Please, just untie me and let me go. C'mon, please. Is that you, Jerry? Please, man, just let me go!" Mike felt a sharp prick. He felt a needle. A fucking needle. They were shooting him up with something. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, no please, no!" He heard several guys laughing this time. He felt the needle pull out, the tourniquet being untied, and then a wall hit him. He sucked in air and began to cough this weird cough. A few short coughs and then a moment of stillness. Then this overwhelming wave rolled over him and he was flying. His mind was narrowing down to nothing but how horny he was. His ears rang loudly and he thought he could feel a tongue at his hole. He felt both hyper-alert and all fogged up, like his brain wasn't functioning. And he was overwhelmed with lust. Just as he opened his mouth mid-moan, there was a cock at his mouth. He opened his mouth wide and stuck his tongue out. He felt the cock slap against his tongue a few times and then very slowly start to slide inside his mouth. He was flying and cock never tasted or felt so good. It was like he wanted to choke on this cock, but he couldn't budge even if he wanted to cram this cock down his throat. He could hear these guys talking but he could barely understand what they were saying, but he could tell from words here and there, that they were praising him as a bottom, a fuckboy, and talking about using him. It made Mike even hornier to hear them talking about him like this. He couldn't believe it cause he would never usually find this kind of talk a turn-on, but now, now it was sending him reeling. The music seemed really loud and their voices sounded far away. And he was riding this wave of what he could only think of as horniness and this horniness overwhelmed him. And he could feel that tongue fucking his hole. And he loved it. He fucking loved it. And he just decided to lose himself in this feeling and go with it, all his inhibitions be damned. He moaned. And they heard it and began egging him on, urging him to show them what a cockwhore he was, what a cumpdump he is. That word, 'cumdump' made his hole twitch and the guy tonguefucking him noticed and told the others. "This cumdump's hole twitches at the very sound of that word." They all laughed. The guy tonguefucking Mike redoubled his efforts and before Mike could say anything about the condoms, about only getting fucked safe, there was a cock at his mouth, bumping up against his mouth. He opened his mouth and took that cock inside. And he fucking loved it. It started some steady strokes in and out of Mike's throat and he could take it like he had never been able to take it before. Mike felt hot breath on his ear. A voice said, "Hey, listen, can I put just the head of my cock inside bare?" Mike couldn't speak with this cock in his mouth and throat, stroking slowly in and out, so he sort of nodded as best he could to indicate "Yes". Yes, he replied. Yes, he wanted to feel a cock bare, inside his hole. Just for a few strokes, and no more, and as the cock pulled out of his mouth he said quickly, "Just a few strokes. Condoms are there, cause I only get fucked safe." Mike was uneasy when this drew more laughter, but he settled right back into sucking this hidden cock right in front of his mouth. Mike felt his ass cheeks being pried apart and then something hard being inserted into his hole. He started to turn away from the cock in his mouth, but before he could, this cock was slowly but steadily sunk deep into his throat and he couldn't make a sound and he couldn't budge. He couldn't believe it, he was deepthroating what seemed like a good size cock. All of sudden he felt liquid inside of him and that hard thing being removed from his hole. Mike was starting to almost black out again. Not like he was unconscious but like he was having an out of body experience. He felt something tied around his arm again, but this time he relaxed cause he knew there was nothing he could do about it and he was enjoying the high whatever it was they were giving him. Probably meth, he figured. This was slamming, he realized. He'd seen clips of guys shooting up meth. And smoking it. He found it intriguing. And now, right now, he found it fucking amazing. Again, the same cold wetness on his inner arm. Then that prick, and that pause, then he heard someone say, "Jerry, how much did you give him?" Jerry said, "3.5". There were hoots and whistles, then the tourniquet was removed, and this time Mike felt like he was riding a tidal wave....

This is my fuck daddy he is 69 and always has me cumming when he fucks me.

I don't know why, but I get majorly turned on by older barebackers. Maybe because it seems like such a taboo to think of your grandpa breeding or being bred. I've had plenty of sex with men that are in their 60's so I know first hand how horny and kinky these men can be, but it still doesn't make it any less arousing for me to hear about the older men out there that fuck bare. I want to hear from you out there. Feel free to chime in if your in your late 50's too since you will be 60+ soon anyway. Please keep in mind that I am sexually turned on by you and I'm not trying to point out that you may be older. If you don't want to put your age out there, just contact me directly too.

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that video was really good.. Thanks for the find.. And great story too..

This story keeps getting hotter....

Without more facts, I will withhold judgment. The article only gives the basic information. Who knows if it was entrapment or he was an absolute moron and freely posted he was planning to try to infect people with HIV. And before anyone getting annoyed, I am always wary of any story in the media regardless of the source. I like to hear all the facts and not just an article which pretty much only says what happened, rather than why it happened. When all the facts come out, then I'll make up my mind.

Ditto. Since starting PrEP I'm having much more frank conversations about raw sex than I did before. I tell guys I'm HIV neg and on PrEP and I like to fuck bare. This often opens up the conversation to how they want to play. I make plain what I'm looking for and because I'm candid and honest, most guys answer plainly themselves. Raw, hot guy: bring it on! / Condom-only hot guy: not so much a match. The discussion about status, risks factors, meds, etc. doesn't have to be long. But it should be honest and up-front.

Would luv to see this "saga" continue as the preppy gets totally turned-out and broken by this Top!!

Mine breeded me first (after living together for 6 years) and then told me he was poz! Still fucking ever since!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hi it's Will again Having just read Jake's blog from yesterday, I thought I would add my own version. I find it hard to go more than a few days of not fucking a new ass or seeing a cock fuck my boyfriends, so the weeks when work was manic left me more frustrated than I have ever been. Jake got his ass well and truly hammered during that time. I took my sexual frustration out on poor Jake's ass, fucking him with ruthless, hard, deep penetrating breeding fucks. I once took a cock my size so I know how difficult it is, but Jake took it without any complaint. But, afterwards I could see he was sore especially when I went in for the second fuck to push my first nut load deeper and into his ass walls. He said I talked disgusting when breeding him and he was not wrong! You can imagine what I was saying. Once Jake agreed to live with me, I phoned Stefan and told him. He immediately booked a flight for him and Artur. Stefan had very similar interests to me and we had shared many a good time over the years. Artur was his new boyfriend of only four weeks. Stefan explained that before they met, Artur had only been fucked three times, but never bareback. Stefan quickly changed that, having seeded Artur multiple times in the four weeks. Stefan told me that Artur was still scared of bareback and so far he hadn't shared his ass with other breeders. Both Stefan and I were so excited by the idea of breeding each other's boyfriends and seeing Artur begin his journey with multiple raw cocks and seed. I had seen Artur's photos so I had an idea what he looked like but when he walked into the apartment I knew in a instant I wanted my cock and seed in his ass. Stefan had already told me that when they unpacked he would ensure that they would only wear shorts when rejoining us. He thought it would kick the event off. It did that. I could see Jake staring at Stefan's cock and I looked forward to seeing the heavy PA disappearing in him. Stefan hadn't told Artur that he was going to share his ass and I would be breeding it. Jake didn't understand the German, so had no idea that it took some encouragement from Stefan to get Artur started. Eventually he agreed and that was when I asked Jake to kiss Artur. When Artur took off his shorts I thought fuck he is as beautiful as Jake. Artur has smooth olive skin (I was told he was quarter Cypriot) and like Jake he is slim. He would make any breeding top bone in one second flat. After an absence of almost five weeks of seeing someone breed Jake, I was so turned on to see a raw cock enter him. The fact that it was my one of my raunchiest friend's cock was even hotter. Seeing the PA disappear into Jake was so good to see, what a turn on. The expression on Jake's face was fucking beautiful as he took another raw cock and knew he would soon take yet another guy's seed Once Stefan was on the way to getting balls deep in Jake, I made my way over to take Artur. I couldn't wait to get in him, fuck him raw and deeper than he had ever had, then to finally shoot my seed into his guts. I approached Artur looking into his eyes. I got behind him and thought fuck what an ass. Like Jake's it was small, round and firm. I slid my cock between the cheeks smearing my pre-seed against the ass hole to get it ready. Guys it felt amazing on my cock. I put the head against Artur's ass ring and starting the push. Despite taking Stefan's thick cock for four weeks, he was extremely tight and it took some pressure to get in. I pushed and the head slowly went in. I held still to give Artur a chance to get used to it. Slowly I pushed in further and fuck did it feel good wrapped around my meat. I couldn't at first bottom out as with only about 8inches in him I had reach Artur's limit. I then started gently fucking him, sliding my cock almost out then back in. Each time I got in, I pushed further and further. Like Jake said, Stefan and I swapped asses, as we love to mix the juices up. After a bit we swapped again and I re-entered Artur. Stefan and I started talking dirty in German and suddenly he said in English that he was close to shooting in Jake's ass. I looked at him and nodded to do it. It took no further encouragement and Stefan yelled in English “take it” as he shot in Jake. By the time I was ready, I was fucking Artur so hard and deep. After seeing and hearing Stefan breed Jake, I slammed my cock into Artur and shouted I was unloading in him. My cock throbbed as I felt my seed shooting into Artur, only the second guy's seed he had taken. It was so much fun to later see Artur and Jake fuck each other in our juices, but I won't say more as Jake pretty much described what happened.

I had a similar experience when a FB gave my number to a friend of his and highly recommended my ass. I was at dinner with another friend when he called me. His voice was so damn sexy that I went directly to his house after I dropped my friend off. He was a black guy in his 50's with a beautiful 10" uncut cock. And he knew how to use it. I considered it desert after a fine meal.

I slept with a married guy twice in his marital bed. His wife is a nurse and often does the night shift. He would always come round to mine, but one night he phoned me after she had left for work and I walked the 10 minutes it took to get to his house. It's such a turn on getting fucked in the very bed he sleeps with her...the depravity of it. I was on all fours, ass gaping, could see pictures of them on the bedside table...and then he slides his throbbing cock in me. The first time I left shortly after we had sex...the second (and last) time I slept on for a few hours but it got too risky knowing I could fall asleep and she walks in on us.

I'm kinda loose I love taking a big fat cock that really stretches your hole. Love walking around with a wrecked hole all day...constant reminder of how I was fucked the night before.

Hey atlfukbud, thanks for the encouragement! I know the feeling of cutting out the things we love as a sacrifice to get in shape. I do like sweets, but it's the fast food that kills me. In the last month I have only eaten it once, but that's my big sacrifice. I keep telling myself that the Taco Bell around the corner from my house is an evil institution and I have no business going there . I have been just trying to increase my activity in general and it seems to work out for me. One mental game I play with myself is I tell myself that on my workout days, I'm not allowed to play PS4 until I've worked out. (Firing up the PS4 in my "man cave" is like my way of unwinding at the end of the day). And then I also say I can't play for more time than I've worked out. So if I worked out for an hour today, I've earned an hour of PS4 time later. That mental game seems to work. We'll see how the rest of the progress goes. Hey buddy, long time! Glad to hear from your expert knowledge that Stribild has little to no known interference with working out and getting in shape. Very true too, I have seen some poz guys that are in amazing shape. So I am hoping I can get there too. I'm definitely going to keep the workout routine going and I'll fill you in on progress later down the line. Any trips back up to NJ coming up? Let me know, I'd love to meet up again!

Married cum is my FAVORITE cum..... well actually all cum is my favorite cum but I love getting fucked by married guys.... They are so tenacious and their ferocity is amazing... I love to hear the comment man my wife would never let me fuck her that hard.... I always respond with I will, when do you want to drop by again.

would love to cam myself taking a mailed load then invite some anon buds over to test my cum slicked hole out.

5. “Ok boy, time for us to go back to my place and work out what I am going to do with you for not listening earlier” With that Boss lead me to his truck as I was, face covered in filth wearing only my jock and a cockcage. My face was beat red on the drive to his house. I couldn’t stop thinking about how low I had sank so quickly. Had it only been a week ago I thought I was straight and had never tried poppers? Had it only been a week since I could say for sure I was neg. These thoughts raced around in my head and tears quietly slid down my cheeks, making lines in the filthy. Boss didn’t look over the entire time until we reached his house and pulled into his garage. He looked over at me and I saw his face soften a little. Reaching across he pulled me to him and kissed me patiently, his tongue exploring my mouth. His warm body pressed against mine. He kissed the tracks of my tears and like the filthy off my face, kissing me again I could taste it on his tongue. Pulling me into a close hug he whispered in my ear. “Such a good boy, yes you are. Gonna make me real proud once I am done. Come so far so fast and done such a good job at being my cump pig, my popper whore, my poz son. Yeah that’s it just cry out your past life so I can give you a new one.” He stroked the back of my head while he said this and I found it oddly calming. I felt proud that I could see this side of Boss and that I had already made him so proud. I could feel my cock straining against the cock cage with pride and a groan escaped my lips as I nuzzled into the side of his neck. Smelling his manly scent and wanting it all over me. “Ok boy get out and get inside so we can get to fixing the last bits that need fixing. Now I’m gonna be rough on you but you know you need it and you know you deserve it. And I do not wanna hear you say no in there. I promise you will not be in true danger but we need to get you sorted and make it stick that you are just a popper whore and need to be bred by big men like your Poz Daddy.” “Yes Sir, thank you for molding me and making me a better man” With that with both got out of his car and walked to his house, once inside he shut the door and ordered me to kneel. I sank to my knees immediately and locked my hands behind my head. He ruffled my hair and I knew that I had done good. “Follow me this way” Instinctively I stay on all fours and followed Boss to door inside that lead downstairs his basement, I balked at the top of the stairs not knowing how to crawl down without possibly falling and injuring us both. Halfway down Boss turned and told me I could stand up and walk down the stairs. I got up and followed him down. The basement was one giant room. The floor was painted black and made of hard rubber mats like at the gym. There was a section off shower to one side, a table in the middle with straps, restraint built into the was as well. A long shelf was filled with items, I spot cat of nine tails, paddles made from a variety of materials, balls gags, hoods, and various butt plugs, some even had what looked like tails. And in one corner was a full barber set including chair. Boss turned around and I was there kneeling ready for my punishment. I knew I had done wrong but more guiltily I knew I Had disappointed him. “Since this is your first time I will go easy on you. First things first since you are going to be my boy we need to trim you up a bit. Boys do not have hair. And you need to start as a boy before I decide if you should be something else.” That said he lead me to the showered of area and too out some clippers. The cold steel and vibrations felt weird against my skin and I cried as I watch my pride, my furry pelt that had let me know I was a man fall around me. Boss then went over to the barber chair and came back with a straight razor, brush, and shaving soap. Lathering it up in his hands he coated each section of my body. Careful using the straight razor to get the closest possible shave. “Now I will teach you how to use this in the future. Also sometime I like a nice hot shave from my son so you will learn and be my barber. You will also learn so you can prep any other boys I might bring home for our use.” My heart jumped at that last bit….I had thought I was his only boy. My reaction must have shown on my face because he chuckled to himself. “I said our use son, some of those boys are low enough even to let a popper whore like you fuck em, plus they need to learn how low they are and where they should be. Don’t worry I won’t replace you , your mine forever now” My heart swelled in pride as Boss turned on the shower and rinsed me off. The water felt so different against my skin, felt odd and slick and it coursed down and rolled off instead of getting tangled in my body hair. When Boss pulled me out he point me to a mirror and my eyes grew wide with shock. I looked like a different person, and I realized I was a different person, I was no long Justin, I was boy, no I was a Poz Son and I had a punishment coming and need to take it to serve my Boss. I turned from the mirror, lowered my head and dropped to my knees, hands behind my head, and waited for my next instrucitons…..

Of course you can feel it. My boyfriend loves to cum in my mouth, and he shoots more than anyone I've been with, so it's quite the mouthful. It's a lot less mess when you can just swallow it down, something I've always loved doing. I'm a pretty good cocksucker according to the men I've swallowed

3. “Please sir I can’t lick the floor, I can’t ill take your punishment” “Glad you said that boy now follow me… and don’t even think about putting those clothes back on” I followed Boss back out into the main store and he flipped the sign to open and unlocked the door. “Get behind the counter boy and kneel on the floor ” I went behind the counter and kneel on the floor, my body shivering with what was coming and wondering what punishment he would think up for not cleaning up the mess in the back room. I didn’t have long to wonder because he came back shortly with a medium sized but plug form the rack and nipple clamps. He attached the clamps to my furry tits making me moan in pleasure. Then order me to bend over the counter. He spread some lube on my ass and started to push the plug in. “Please may I have some popper sir , it hurts” “No that would make this pleasure and you need to be punished and learn that when I tell you to do something you fucking do it and say thank you” “Yes sir” I said through gritted teeth as the plug popped in an I yelped in pain. He then order me back to my kneel position under the counter and pulled out his cock, ordering me to suck and lick it clean while he worked. About fifteen minutes later I heard the door chime and heard someone walking up to the counter. I try to move and sir just grabbed the back of my head an held me there. “Hey Mark glad to see you” sir said as the guy stepped to the counter. I was in clear view, my furry well muscled back and plugged ass on display for anyone standing at the counter. I felt myself blush and feel pathetic and weak as Mark got smaller bills for the video booth. “That boy for everyone or just for you?” he asked the voice sounded oddly familiar to me and I panicked that it might be someone I knew. “Needs to be trained up a bit, should be ready on Friday for the party though….actually would you mind helping me with him a bit. He needs to learn how to suck cock better.” “Sure always glad to help” With that Boss grabbed the chain connecting my nipples and pulled up making me get to my feet. There I stood naked, plugged, caged with my nipples chained together and my stomach dropped. There stood my old wrestling coach from high school. He was 6 ft, 225 with only the slightest bit of padding, goateed and salt and pepper hair. He looked me over and smiled with an evil glint in his eye. His hand reached out and grabbed the chain and pulled me around from behind the counter. Just as we reached the door to the vid booths Boss called out “No fucking him but anything else if free game, and if ya need him to do something just give him a couple popper hits and he turns into a fuckin slut” I lowered my head at the comment and was lead to the first booth in the middle. “Well Justin….didn’t think you would turn out to be a faggot bitch but I can’t say I am unhappy about it. What you thought since I didn’t use you name when I saw you I didn’t know who you were. Hell I shot so many loads watching you in the shower and now I get to shoot one down your throat. I am shocked that you hooked up with Boss but hey, it’s your funeral. “ Mark reached down and pulled his shirt over his head revealing a chest covered in grey fur and muscles. He grabbed the back of my head with one hand and shoved my face into his pits. Instinctively I started to lick the sweat mass of fur, lapping up his scent and swallowing it down. “Oh fuck yeah lick those pits jock boy make me feel good for teasing me all those years. Fuck you are a damn pig aren’t ya. Now lick the other side, make me nice and clean….unf yeah feels so damn good. While I was licking his pits he undid his jeans and let them fall to the floor revealing a 9 inch uncut cock about 3 fingers thick and dripping precum down his furred thigh. He pulled my face out of his pit and look me in the eyes. Grabbing a bottle of poppers he unscrewed the cap and held it to my left nostril, than my right, than my left, than back again. The warmth and dizziness spread over me and my knees went weak. I sank to the floor and shoved his perfect cock in my mouth. SLAP “Did I tell you to suck my cock yet bitch” Tears sprang up in my eyes as I looked up from my kneeling position, I was dizzy form the poppers and the slap and had no idea what he wanted. He turned around and spread his cheek. “Eat my hole slut , I wanna feel that tongue deep in there. And don’t worry I took a shower….this morning.” I hesitated for 5 second and he turned around and forced another 4 hits of poppers on me. This time when he turned I dove right into his ass. It smelled amazing, musky and maly. I could taste his sweat form the day and my tongue rand from his balls to his hole and back again. A sound came out of my chest like a growl and I used my hands ot spread his ass cheeks so I could get deeper in hi hole. My tongue lapping at it like a cat with cream. Then darting in and out like a small cock. His moands let me know I was doing an good job. “Fuck yeah that feels great, damn you are good at this for being a beginner. I should have had you in my office every day eating my ass.” The small room began to heat up and we both started to sweat. Mark’s as was slick with my spit when he turned around and presented his dripping cock to my mouth and said “Now you can suck it”. I dove down on the cock like my life depending on it , taking it to the root and burying my nose in the thick bush at the base. My tongue darting out and licking the underside of his cock. The bottle was at my nose again and I took two giant deep hits and snuck a finger around to play with Mark’s hole. It must have startled him because he dropped the bottle and it spilled on the floor. The small space filled with the scent of poppers and sweat. Mark pushed me agains the far wall with his back to the door and started to face fuck me for all he was worth. The continuous scent of poppers making me hungry for cock. Lost in the haze and pleasure of my blow job Mark didn’t hear the door t the booth open, but I saw Boss’s boots enter and wonder if he had come to check on how is friend as using me. Suddenly Mark stiffened and let out a moan of pain and pleasure as Boss’s big arms wrapped around his throat and a bottle was placed against his nose. Mark tried to escape forward and just drove his cock deep in my mouth as Boss plunge raw into his ass. “Please, don’t fuck me. I can’t , I don’t want to be like you “ “Fucked if I care , I have been wanting to dirty this cunt of yours for years and my little slut boy gave me a great opening I could not resist.” Mark was sandwiched and couldn’t escape and Boss’s thrust deep into his ass. Every time Boss thrust forward precum would gush into my mouth from Mark. As his passed picked up Mark just kept pleading oer and over to for Boss to pull out begging him not to cum in him. “Fucking to late so close gonna drop this big charged load in your hole and make you the cum slut you should have always been” With that Boss have a big growl and drove balls deep in Mark’s just as Mark hit the point of no return and flooded my mouth with his cum. “Make sure not to spill a drop boy, a man’s last neg load is special and should always bee eaten” Just then the reality of what they were saying hit me…I had his poz load plugged in my ass….his poison working into my system for the last hour, trapped there, soaking into me. Infecting me…..my cock strained against its confinement and I groaned around the slowly shrinking cock in my mouth. “Good job boy….but we are not done with you yet” Moderator's Note: Mark's story continues here https://breeding.zone/topic/33395-subverted-cum-whore-marks-tale/

I was in the West End this afternoon and bumped into a mate who is a part-time masseur. He greeted me, giving me a hug, and then commented that my neck was really tight, and asked if I fancied a massage. I had had one from him quite some time ago, and knew he was great, so it was easy to accept his offer, sure that a standard massage would do the trick. We got back to his place in Camden and I stripped off while he sorted the towels and lit some candles. He stripped down to his pants. Everything was ticking along then I could tell he was in front of me. Sure enough he worked on my neck from that angle. After a while he start talking to me and as it was hard to talk face down in that round thing, I looked up and was met with the view of him stark naked, with his meaty cock at half mast. I've never seen it before and fuck it was good. I just stared at it and smiled. Next thing I knew I had it in my mouth, sucking away. He moved away after a bit and went behind me again, so I put my head back in the support thing. I could feel the table move and realised he was on the table, pushing my legs apart with his knees. He worked my legs for a while then my arse cheeks. Next thing he was fingering my hole. I couldn't help but moan in pleasure. Call me a slut but I lifted up a bit so he could get his fingers right in. It seemed to have the opposite effect as he pulled them out, but as I secretly hoped, I then felt the head of his cock on my hole. I pushed back a bit as he was in the right position, and sure enough, his cock was soon all the way in. Needless to say the fucking began and carried on for a while, until I could hear his breathing speed up and then he let loose with a flood of cum up my cunt. Bliss!

It seemed strange to me how a few words changed how I felt about the cock that was in my ass using me for his pleasure. I was already enjoying his sexual prowess, his relentless thrusting and strangely different manner of rhythm, but once I knew he was black, it was something different and I didn't know why. I just wanted that cum that much more. At some odd point, while my present top was stroking my ass, I started noticing that the noise level had begun changing. I was used to hearing various grunts, physical sounds of sex and occasional comments during these breeding parties. However, I was suddenly hearing something different. I suddenly knew why us bottoms were gagged this time. Our host hadn't warned us before we were committed and able to refuse to participate. For some inexplicable reason I was buying into the fantasy. I found myself starting to compare his sexual technique to how I had been being fucked before and didn't feel anything noticeably different. He seemed horny enough to fuck me and was using my slut ass as I was wanting to be used and was waiting for his cum to be pumped into it. I did notice a change in the noise level at the host's announcement. I made out that two of the bottoms were far more vocal or trying to be through the gags. Due to a couple of the breeding parties, I was somewhat familiar to how a bottom sounds during a breeding session while gagged, but this was completely different. The muffled moans and sounds suggested to me that they were suddenly not happy at the revelation. Where I had previously heard moans and sounds I associated with consensual and enjoyed sex, it suddenly sounded different. Strangely, the idea of my being fucked by a black man didn't change my enjoyment and perhaps, enhanced it. It sort of charged the moment for me to hear one or more of the other bottoms struggling as though they had a problem with being a cum dump for black men. If anything, with the third guy, the only difference I might have noticed was his taking longer to breed me. And breed me he did. At his point, he grabbed my hips, held them hard and thrust his cock almost viciously into me while grunting. I had no question once his pelvis met my ass that I had been bred. He had delivered his cum and I was happy to have it. I suppose it might have been my buying into the stereotype of black studs, but it seemed that, for the rest of the evening, I was not only enjoying the sex but, also, thinking that I was noticing them taking longer to cum than I was used to. I know for a fact that I took at least six loads, perhaps more since I had noticed a couple of the tops clinching my ass then slowly resuming their stroking and fucking. The excitement came later in the bottom room. Once the tops were gone, we were left secured and alone for a bit. I made out the sound of a door opening and very quiet footsteps. "I would say I'm sorry to have kept the secret of the top's race secret," he started, "But I'm not. Since you bottoms have been submitting to anonymous breeding, none of you have seen or known anything about who was fucking you. Tonight I was fascinated to see the results of your reactions to a few words from me." I suddenly wondered if I had fallen for it too. "I told you that they were all black. Your reactions were interesting to me. Don't ask, I'm not going to tell any of you." He actually admitted to me later that it was indeed an all black breeding party. Then he mentioned that he had been including black tops since none of us could see who was breeding us anyway. I smiled and felt quite happy about it. My only concern was my buying into the stereotype of a black top.

Although there hadn't been any particular pattern to the scheduling of the breeding parties, they seemed to take place on average about every two to three weeks. The longest period so far had been a month and that was the one that had me fearing I had been black-balled so to speak. I had gone back to the clinic to be retested but didn't meet with a doctor just the male nurse that took my samples. I was told this time that I would be notified by mail of the results. I was pleased that I hadn't had to face any more questions concerning my sexual proclivities and choices. It was going on four weeks since the last breeding party and I was actually scanning the Craigslist ads and considering running one again, without knowing just how to phrase it to get what I wanted. I got the text on Wednesday asking if I was ready to attend Friday evening and Saturday afternoon both. I texted back asking, "Friday AND Saturday?" The return text stated that they were separate parties and he felt I might be interested in both. Friday evening found me with seven other presumed bottoms in the bottom's waiting area waiting for our host. Once he arrived, we learned that this was the positive breeding party. He stated that there were a small number of tops, all positive and, in various levels of viral status. He did warn that one of them had informed him that his level was extremely high, so there was a strong likelihood that whomever got his load or loads could possibly be infected. I took a deep breath to calm myself and decided, yet again, to stay for the party. Two bottoms chose to leave. I felt a strange combination of fear and lust. I knew the risks of HIV, and had been reading for the entire time since that first potential breeding about the results of becoming positive. I suddenly realized that I didn't know why I was taking the risk other than for the excitement of what amounted to a strange game of Russian Roulette using cocks and cum instead of a bullet. All it takes to lose at either, though, is that one time. It didn't take long for the six of us bottoms to be prepped and secured in place. We weren't gagged this time. The tops were brought in and the host announced that since there were fewer tops than bottoms that we were reverting to the musical asses format tonight. He planned to vary the length of the intervals but reminded the tops that once the music stopped, they were to go balls deep into their bottom and wait for the change bottom command. As before, if they came before the music stopped, they were to either continue fucking or were allowed to simply sink balls deep and stay there until the music stopped. They were to make the host know that their bottom had been bred so that he could announce it for all of us to hear. Knowing that since I was chosen by one of the tops to be his starting bitch, I knew that, unless he was a notoriously premature ejaculator, I wouldn't be bred by him unless the host decided to keep that first musical interlude very long. He was nicely sized, thick and somewhat lengthy and I felt him prodding my prostate in a strangely comfortable manner. I was somewhat frustrated when the music stopped and I felt him inject himself completely into my ass as he had been instructed. As he struck bottom, I felt a strange urge as though I were about to cum but without the orgasmic feeling that I had long attributed to it from masturbation. The order came to change bottoms. I was again frustrated when I wasn't filled for the next interlude. I listened closely to the sounds of male on male sex, the mumbled comments, asses being slapped by both hands and pelvises. I snapped for my poppers and took both breaths deep. This session was noticeably shorter although it didn't seem like it to me since I wasn't being fucked. I listened but heard no comments of a breeding having occurred. This time I felt a thick cock slipping slowly into my ass and a pair of large, warm hands cupping and fondling my ass. He took a couple of strokes prior to the music restarting. Once the music started, he quickly settled into a varying set of rhythms in and out of my ass. His hands were always tight on my hips and he was always thrusting his entire length into me before pulling just shy of the head out. I knew I was getting everything he had to give, short of what I was wanting. I was working my anal muscles, trying to milk and work his cock trying to make him breed me. The music stopped, but he didn't. He grunted, clinched his pelvis against my ass and held himself there. Had he? "We have our first breeding of the evening." I was warm all over. I had taken a load of cum from a known positive top. Had I just taken it from the top with the high viral load? I squeezed his cock trying to milk all of his cum inside me. I don't know how many tops were there but I was lucky enough to get another load before the party slowed to a halt. I got the second load early in the musical interlude. I was torn by wanting him to continue fucking and simply plunging into me to pump his load as deep as possible inside me and hold it there. He did the latter then, as the music continued he slowly began stroking in and out. After the music stopped and the host announced another breeding, he pulled out and I felt a warm feeling flowing down my scrotum. Shortly I heard the host announce that the tops were leaving and us bottoms would be released shortly. I snapped for the poppers one last time. I enjoyed the head rush and wondered, was I positive now? Had I gotten what I was wanting? My mood was momentarily fouled by a stray thought of wondering why I wanted it. "I hope you bottoms got what you wanted tonight." Our host started, "The tops were indeed all HIV positive." I noticed the looks on the faces of the other bottoms. One other was smiling, the rest seemed scared or alarmed. I silently chuckled to myself. Some of them apparently hadn't thought this through. The thought of that old adage, "Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it." sailed through my mind. I smiled at them afraid of having found that out. I left the remains of the two loads I had taken inside me for as long as they would stay. I was somewhat disappointed that I hadn't seen much of the now familiar cum stain evidence in the crotch of my jeans once I got home. But I was wondering, had I gotten that hot load I had been searching for?"

That early morning meeting with Paul did not go well at all. I had managed to find a liquor store just before closing and bought a six pack of Paul's favorite imported ale. In the long run I ended up drinking it. He arrived at my place about ten minutes after I got home and his first question was did I have fun? It went downhill from there. I told him about the previous party and the results of the second HIV kit. He went quiet. After sometime, he finally asked me why I went back and stayed once I knew that one of the tops was positive. He didn't like the answer at all. I finished the second half of his beer after he stormed out. Then, being early Saturday morning, I finished the other five. A pretty good night except for that one bump in the road. Tuesday afternoon I got a phone call from the clinic telling me my test results were back. I asked about them but they told me that I would have to speak to the doctor. I was annoyed but made another appointment and made arrangements. I had forced myself to be ready for the announcement but it was hard to keep my calm. I'm normally an optimistic person but I had already been led to believe something life altering and simply expected this news to be the same. To say that I was stunned simply doesn't begin to cover it. My clinic tests had come back negative, that I hadn't been infected. I was told that simply because these tests hadn't shown any signs of infection didn't mean that much, especially if I continued having unprotected sex. The phrase, 'unprotected sex, my multiply bare fucked ass!,' ran through my mind and, thankfully stopped there. I understood the doctor's concern but it meant little to me. I loved being fucked and loaded. I was a full-fledged cum-dump junkie now. Who they are, what they do other than my ass didn't concern me. All I want from them is a good fucking and their cum inside me. The following month was far too dry. No word from Paul so I felt he had abandoned me before finding out I wasn't positive. I had messaged and left voice mails after the visit to the clinic, but he hadn't returned any of them. I had tried placing ads and some of the online services looking for bareback sex and got nothing but flakes. Braggarts describing their cocks and how they wanted to do me bare but not showing. What nagged at me the most was the texts I had sent to the breeding party host. They continued going unanswered. That's what had me really beside myself. I had participated willingly and played with my fate and health. Now nothing. I considered driving to the building the breeding parties had been held in but doubted at this point that it would do anything positive. I kept scanning ads and online services looking for some bareback action but kept coming up short for some reason. I was aggravated that I had gone from feast to famine so to speak concerning being fucked raw. I was at low ebb late Thursday evening when I got a text from the breeding party host. He wanted me to call him. I made the call and he asked if I was still interested in participating in future breeding parties. I instantly asked when the next one was. He was working on it, he responded. Strangely enough he asked me if I had any suggestions for a next party, what would I want? I knew what I wanted. Cock and more cock, cum and more cum. I said so. That, he said he could do. I asked how many bottoms he planned for the next party. He asked how many I wanted to share tops with. My mind went cold and I answered, "None. I want to be the only bottom." I had one request. "I know you've been able to arrange up to twelve tops for a session. How many do you think you could arrange for the next breeding session?" He didn't know but would start checking and asked when I wanted it to happen. I thought about it and asked him to arrange however many he could round up in by the next weekend. "Let me get this straight," he asked, "You want to be the only bottom, right?" I agreed. "And you want how many tops?" I responded, "As many as you can arrange between now and then." "Okay, I'll pull it together. Anything else?" he asked. "Yes." I hesitated then told him, "Make sure that there are as many HIV positives as you can round up in the group." The phone was quiet for over a minute. I finally heard him ask, "You want positives in your gang fuck? You're sure?" "Yes."

I had to go back once I learned there was going to be another breeding party. Despite the possibility that I might have gotten a load or more of positive cum and my blood running cold when I saw the invitation on my phone, I knew I would go back. I had to have that bare cock. I began obsessing about being semi bound and waiting for the cock and knowing that once the music stopped, a completely different cock would be inside me, about to fuck me, maybe leave a load inside my ass before the music stops. His cock would remain inside me until the music stops. I wanted that again. I had lost count of how many loads I had taken and still didn't know if I had taken a load from the poz guy. I just wanted more. I was torn about telling Paul. Our relationship hadn't been anything more than fuck-buddies but I sort of felt I should have told him about my going back. Almost as a thank you for introducing me to the guy that was organizing the parties. I didn't. I just went. "I'm glad to see some of the bottoms from the last party back. Welcome back. " I didn't recognize anyone but those of us that had participated nodded. There was more than five of us this time. "I'm about to explain the rules to tonight's party which are different than last time. This time, of course, you'll all still be blindfolded so that you'll still be fucked anonymously. You won't know anything about the tops fucking you." I trembled at the thought, aroused as hell. "You'll all be strapped to the fucking benches as before, but this time you'll be completely strapped down. Your hands will be secured this time as well. Those who use poppers will have access to that by snapping your fingers. You'll be served. Anything else, let Charles here know." I made sure I could snap my fingers. "Now, " he got very serious, "Here's the caveat. Tonight we only have three tops. You'll all be fucked, so don't worry about that. You might not get cum tonight, that's part of the problem tonight. The other thing you need to know ahead of time is that one of the three tops is HIV positive. He's told us ahead of time. So if that is a deal breaker you need to leave now." No one left. Surprisingly, I was one of them still. I don't want to get HIV. I don't know if it was the host or Charles that led me to my fuck bench, but they did know how to secure me to it. I wasn't able to move anything but my head. I snapped my fingers and a vial of poppers met my nose quickly. I took a huge shot of them and waited for the rush. "All right Bottoms!" Our host announced, "We are about to start, so here are the rules. There are 6 bottoms being serviced by three Tops. Ordinarily that would mean some of you might not get a load of cum. All three tops tonight are multi-orgasmic so there's a much better chance you'll all get at least one load tonight. Keep in mind that one of these multi-shooters is HIV positive so there's a chance that at least one of you could leave here infected tonight. Good luck however you take that statement." I snapped my fingers again, trying to deal with the idea that I might leave here tonight positive. The rush of the poppers made my hole tingle. "Tonight I'm going to use the 'Musical Asses' idea, just a little different. Tonight I'm going to stop the music after a minute so that the top can service as many of you as possible tonight. Tops, choose your bottoms." I took a deep breath, hoping I would be chosen to start. I wasn't. I heard the music stop and took a deep breath against the hope I was one of the top's next hole. I still wasn't. The music restarted. I could hear sounds of raw, male on male sex. I heard bottoms grunting and, presumably the verbal responses from the tops. The music stopped again and my eyes went wide behind the blindfold. I felt the head of the top's head against my hole and slowly thrust completely into me. I was full. His cock filled me with absolutely no pain but just a bit of knowing something was there that didn't belong. I loved it and told him so. Apparently I was too loud. "Bottoms will remain quiet or be gagged, is that understood?" I felt the organ probing my ass throb. The music restarted and he began fucking me by slowly pulling almost completely out and thrusting as deep as possible. I was guessing I was the third hole his cock had been in so far and was hoping to make him cum by working my anal muscles. He moaned slightly just before the music stopped. Dammit! Two more music cycles and no cock. I was becoming frustrated at this party but knew I couldn't do anything about it at this point. Next stop of the music found a cock slipping into me easily. He wasn't very large, but was rather long. It was a bit uncomfortable with his cock completely inside me once his pelvis met my ass but, after snapping my fingers and getting two large hits of poppers, I decided I loved his cock. I loved it even more once the music restarted. For some reason, despite the initial discomfort, once he pulled back and thrust back in, he hit some magic spot that almost made me orgasm. That feeling didn't last but he hit that magic point often enough that I was almost ready to shoot a load myself when the music stopped. He held himself inside me long enough to make me hope he was shooting his load. If he did, he didn't indicate it, nor did the host. I found myself somewhat disappointed with this party since I wasn't getting the amount of cock I had during the previous party. That was when the host's words ran through my mind again. " Keep in mind that one of these multi-shooters is HIV positive so there's a chance that at least one of you could leave here infected tonight." All the sudden I wasn't so sure I wanted cum in my ass. "Tops," he suddenly announced, "I'm going to change the rules here a bit. Have any of you cum yet?" Apparently none of them had. "Since all of you have had the opportunity to sample all of the bottoms, I'm sure you might have decided which ones you want to breed. I'm now going to stop the music at my discretion, but you get to choose which bottoms you fuck. Is that acceptable?" Apparently it was. I felt a cock enter my ass and settle, pelvis against my ass. "The only thing now is that once you've cum, you have to move to one of the other bottoms. Let's be fair to them all, since these cum-dumps have come here to serve you and take you without ever knowing who you are. Perhaps you might consider rewarding them all." Once the music started, I remembered the way this particular top had fucked me and worked my anal muscles despite that quietly nagging thought that I might be trying to work a load of cum out of an HIV positive cock. I snapped my fingers, took a huge shot of poppers and relaxed to the fucking. Since I had done the poppers that heavily, I hadn't realized that our host had let the music run longer. I didn't hear my present top change his breathing and he wasn't particularly vocal, but I suddenly guessed that he had bred me when he plunged into me and held my ass tight to his pelvis for quite a bit of time. I think I felt a warmth inside me and hoped that he had just cum while also hoping he wasn't the positive top. Once the music stopped, our host announced the first breeding of the night. I felt a warm feeling about my being the first but was still concerned about the HIV. "We have our first breeding of the night! The top might take a few minutes to rest and rejoin but we are going to continue for the other two." Apparently, out of order I felt a cock plunge into my ass before the music restarted. I was happy to have it but, suddenly, realized that, if the other guy wasn't the positive, this one might be. I snapped my fingers again. Apparently this top was that close to cumming. I felt him grabbing my hips and holding himself into my ass for a noticeable time before the music stopped. Our host announced the second breeding of the night. He had, absolutely, cum in me. The tops were apparently multi-orgasmic. Either that or there were some tops that our host hadn't told us about and sneaked them in. I ended up fucked four or five more times and, puzzling to me, apparently got bred three more times that evening. This evening wasn't as physically demanding as the previous party and I was pretty much aware of what was happening. I know for a fact that I had taken at least four loads of cum from the tops. I had conflicting feelings since I wanted to be fucked bare and take loads inside me but didn't really want to be infected. "Bottoms!" Our host announced, "We're about to have the final round since the tops have told me that they've got to leave soon. I'm going to let them breed whichever bottom they choose to, no music, no time limit. The ones not being fucked to breed will be released to the waiting area so that they can leave if they wish." I snapped my fingers, got my shot of poppers, not sure if I was hoping to be chosen or released. I felt a hand on my ass just before his cock plunged into my slick, sloppy ass. I took a deep breath or three once I accepted I was going to be one of the last three bred and was going to get another load of cum. I was just praying that he wasn't the positive one. "Tops," he finally announced, "Let the final breeding begin." I felt the top's cock pull slowly out and plunge in. This was the fucking I was far more used to. Once the cock was plunging in and out, I knew I was going to get cum. Paul had led me to love being fucked bare and I had quickly learned to love having him shooting his hot load of cum inside me. Now I was just a cum-slut taking cock from a man I didn't know, hadn't seen, knew nothing about and was enjoying taking every inch of his cock as it plunged into and pulled out. I forced myself to control my breathing while waiting for him to finish. I had no idea how many times this top had cum but knew that it always took longer after cumming. Though I was enjoying the fucking, I was beginning to wonder if my top had overestimated his ability to deliver another load of cum. Suddenly his rhythm faltered and I felt him meet my ass. This time I was sure I felt a load of cum being shot into my ass. I took a short breath and snapped my fingers for the poppers which were under my nose immediately. As the rush of the poppers flowed over me I heard him telling me, "I hope you got what you wanted." My blood ran cold.

CHAPTER 5 - A COLD BEER The next day was a scorcher, and Dalton did everyone in the neighborhood a favor by stepping outside in a few scraps of clothing to mow his parents’ lawn. In keeping with tradition, Brian and I stood at our kitchen window watching Neighbor Boy put on a show. Within 10 minutes, the kid’s tank top was soaked through with sweat, so he stopped to peel it off—leaving him in nothing but basketball shorts and tennis shoes. A few minutes after that, his waistband glistened wetly in the sun as it slowly slid down his lower abdomen to reveal a patch of dark fur sprouting up between his bellybutton and his cock. While Brian fingered my hole and I jacked my dripping poz cock, I told him we should invite the kid over for a cold drink—and maybe put on a little show of our own. My husband flashed a wolfish smile in response. And without saying another word, he stepped out toward the pool while I made my way toward the front door. * * * “Hey, bud—it’s fucking hot out here today. Can I offer you a beer?” I stood on the front porch wearing nothing but a pair of soccer shorts, waving a can of beer in Dalton’s direction. He looked a little surprised—I don’t think he expected us to be supplying him with alcohol—and responded with a friendly nod. I headed back inside, leaving the door cracked open. Moments later, he walked through the door, still shirtless. “I took off my shoes,” he said. “Is it cool for me to be in here? I don’t want to drip sweat everywhere.” “Sure, bud,” I replied, handing him the beer. “Drink up. Lots more where that came from.” He tilted his head back to chug the beer. As he did so, he inadvertently thrust his hips forward to reveal the clear outline of his fleshy cock. He killed the can in a single giant gulp. “You obviously need another one,” I said, tossing him a second can. Just as he opened it, I heard a door slide open behind me. It was Brian returning from the pool. I kept my gaze on Dalton—and just as I expected, the kid’s eyes suddenly went wide. I feigned curiosity and turned around to see what Dalton was staring at. And there was my husband, stark naked, dripping wet, his fat hole-wrecker of a cock fully erect, its thick dorsal vein pointed directly toward the taut, sweaty abs of Neighbor Boy. “Jesus, Brian!” I said, doing my best to appear mortified. “Put some fucking clothes on. We’ve got a guest.” “My God, Dalton—I’m so sorry,” he said, grabbing a towel from the guest bathroom and wrapping it around his waist. “No worries, dude,” Dalton replied quietly, his eyes locked on his beer can as his face flushed red. My gaze traveled down toward his crotch. Just as I’d hoped—and though he was trying to hide it with his free hand—the bulge in his shorts had grown noticeably thicker, causing that sweat-soaked waistband to slide a little lower. All three of us stood there in silence for a moment. Then Dalton shot a quick, guilty glance in my direction, gulped down the rest of his beer, and gave me a stiff nod. “Better get back to work,” he said, his voice shaking just the tiniest bit. “Thanks for the cold beers.”

I prefer to stay soft when I'm having sex and I only get hard and jerk off when I'm alone.

I've been piss fucked by two guys at the same time, would love to take a whole lot more than that though! These guys took turns to fill my hole with hot piss, making me hold it in until I sprayed it out everywhere. Eventually they both came deep inside me, I pushed their cum out into my hand and swallowed it whilst they continued to shower me with piss. It was one of my hottest play sessions ever, would be even better with ten times as many guys!

We gulped some water, to re-hydrate and relaxed, checking our apps and pc. It turned out that some of our friends wanted to come and join the fun. We explained the situation for our new buddy and he seemed eager to get to know them; not only to fuck a few, since he was still hard, but also to have their loads. I wanted him to fuck me some more, but this time, having his and my bf’s cocks inside of me, at the same time. Not surprisingly he said yes. There I was on top of him, with my bf’s cock sliding along his when the bell rang: the first to appear were a couple of friends, both tops, with a bottom guy they brought from the sauna, quite tweaked. Our friends were into some heavy stuff and they had this guy slammed, at the sauna, on a sling, getting fucked raw by several guys. Hence, the large buttplug he had in his hole. Fred was 65, 174, 72, goatee, short hair, smooth, with a dangerous 22cm cock: spiked PA he used to do real damage to a bottom’s hole, Tony was 35, 189, 92, bald, no facial hair, smooth, covered with tattoos, one of them, a bio-hazard sign right above his beautiful 19cm thick cock. The tweaked guy was not in conditions to present himself, but the three of us got to know he was Matt, 26, 170, 62, regular hair, no facial hair, a bit hairy, a nice round butt that showed some abuse; was almost as red as the buttplug… His cock was almost invisible, shrivelled by the slammed tina. It took no time to have them undressed: Matt, entirely, Fred and Tony, with their military boots, leather chaps and vests on top of their harnesses. Me and my boyfriend wondered how our new buddy could handle Fred and Tony, but while doing so, he was already on the floor licking Tony’s boots while Fred was pissing on him. I kneeled and got some of that piss for myself, noticing it was loaded with chems, making me buzz, once again. Fred and Tony wanted to experience on our new friend and presented two rigs to slam him, planning to turn him into a cum dump as willing as Matt. We all went to our playroom and place our foreign friend on the sling; arms and legs up. Fred and Tony carried Matt to place his hole right above our friend’s mouth and had me to explain him he was to swallow all the cum Matt accumulated in the sauna. He just smiled and opened his mouth, tongue out. Me and Tony took care of the slams while my boyfriend secured Matt’s buttplug. Fred was just being Fred: rimming our friend’s hole, feeding it with lube laced with coke. After the veins were found and the slams registered and applied, our friend’s eyes almost disappeared into the back of his head, his humming returned and sweat covered his entire body, as far as we could see; Tony and Fred had him put his military boots on… My boyfriend unplugged Matt’s hole and it was glorious to watch the flow of all the cum mixed with blood right into our new friend’s throat. No spillage, all inside. I had the sensation of watching everything in slow motion, almost sensing the pleasure of my new friend in my brain cells. We rotated Matt on top of him so he could fuck Matt – still hard, the fucker, while some other things were about to happen. Fred was busy relaxing our friend’s hole and preparing it for an invasion I believed never had happened before. Helped with the tina and coke in his system, our friend’s hole was accommodating our biggest dildo, with no signs of pain or even discomfort. When that was swiftly pushed out of him, we all saw his rosebud in full glory. Not much time to admire it as Fred was eager to rape our friend, knowing what the spikes would do inside. On that moment, we heard our friend moan and realized he had shot his load inside of Matt who also shot his load and then collapsed on top of our friend. Fred was fucking deep and it took not much time to groan and to shoot his load inside. In no time, I kneeled to clean that gorgeous cock, covered with cum and blood, just taking care of the dangers of that PA. My bf was then fucking Matt on the mattress, leaving our friend more at ease to endure Tony’s treatment; shoving his cock all the way in and pulling it out, over and over again, slapping our friend’s butt while doing so, turning it red. I suppose they shot at the same time, which made me to decide to get Tony’s cum out of my friend’s hole, leaving the cleaning of his cock to Matt. Fred and Tony decided they had accomplished their mission and took off, taking Matt with them. I was left wondering if they were going back to the sauna. That gave us three a good opportunity to make a break, to drink and to snort some of the coke Tony and Fred had left with us.

Keep making yourself a target for stealthers. I'd love to be the target of a stealthier. It would be a huge turn on to hear him lie, to realize how he's going to get his bugs inside me, and to see his reaction when I pretend to realize that I've been bred.

I never touch my cock while I'm being fucked. Don't even think of it. In fact many times I don't even cum. I concentrate on making sure the guy fucking me is getting everything he wants. His load in my hole is my reward. Generally I'll jerk off later or find another bottom who wants a load.

The pig will out -part 3 Shortly after this, I got a job in London, which meant I didn't have much time for play, but I was hooked: I needed to be bred, almost as if my body was in heat and was desperate to be impregnated. I met a guy in a bar and he told me about a gay cinema not far from where I was working. He said it in a disparaging way - "full of old trolls, got to be desperate to go there as I bet you'd catch something" - without realising that was like a honeypot to a fly, and I found myself obsessing on the prospects of checking the place out, so I bunked off work, telling them I had the 'flu (!) and headed over there. It was a small, nondescript door in a row of shops and at first I thought he had been kidding me, but the door opened when I buzzed, and I found myself in a small reception area with a bored looking guy at a desk with hard core gay porn playing on some monitors behind him. I gave him the entrance money and he indicated a bank of lockers on one wall. "you're welcome to leave your stuff." He leered at me and looked me up and down. "I think you're gonna have a good time. The dirty fuckers down there like fresh meat." I felt my cock swell when he said that and my chest tightened with excitement. He indicated some stairs leading down to a basement. Taking a deep breath, I descended into depravity. At the bottom, it was gloomy and smelled of piss, sweat and spunk like it hadn't been cleaned in years. There was a short corridor with a cinema on the left with about 20 seats, filled with rough looking guys, mostly middle aged, watching a trannie on the screen getting fucked bareback. On the other side was a similar sized room with a screen showing twinks sucking each other in a field, but at the back of the room, behind the last row of seats was a low wall above which I could see the heads of three guys obviously standing to watch the movie. Intrigued, I went up the shallow steps to the back and round the wall, where my heart skipped a beat. The three of them were standing against the wall, trousers and underwear around their ankles, presenting their pale, bare backsides to the narrow space behind them in which was a door way to the corridor. They were all middle aged or older, silver hair glinting in the light from the screen. They looked eagerly at me and I could see lube glistening between the flaccid buttocks of the guy nearest me. At that moment, the door opened and a small, middle-eastern guy with a pock-marked face squeezed into the space behind the row of waiting holes. He opened his jeans and levered out a long, thick cock which hardened in his boney fingers. He grinned at me and chose his victim, a short, tubby guy who looked like a nice old grandad, and began to fuck him. The old guy barely moved or reacted, other than to grunt a little as the cock in his arse began to thrust harder, his eyes still fixed on the screen. The middle-eastern guy suddenly gave a snort of pleasure and thrust tightly into the old man as he emptied his spunk into him. After a few moments, he withdrew his glistening cock, slipped it back into his jeans and was gone. My eyes had adjusted to the gloom, and I gasped as I saw little puddles of spunk on the floor beneath each man's naked buttocks. My body shook with the realisation that they were there to be impregnated by any cock that needed them, like bitches in heat. By now, the little cinema room had filled with guys who had obviously noticed the newbie in their midst and and I knew what I was going to do.....

An 83 yo daddy fucked the shit outta me 2 weeks ago in Palm Springs. Totally wasting and veins popping. Huge dick! Low hangers. Was in his sling for a couple of hours, we partied, fucked for 5 hours straight, he never went soft.

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

“Now who want’s to be the first to help this boy get all eighteen of his birthday loads? Oh, did I mention that when the birthday boy came to the baths tonight he was a virgin.” An older guy stepped up, I couldn’t see his cock, but Tom pulled his fingers from my hole and I was soon equally as full as the old guy started to pound away. Tom kissed me and then turned my head to the side so that he could force his cock down my throat. The old guy didn’t last long and soon he was moaning and spluttering as the cum shot out of his cock into my ass, and all the while Tom was feeding me his cock. Apparently just outside of my field of vision a line was forming because no sooner had the older guy stepped aside then a young thing blond twink took his place. And so it went on and on, and all the while Tom was gagging my on his cock till he shot a load down my throat. I kept count for the first ten loads and then after that I lost track. By that point though my hole was so stretched out that the guys with average sized cock were invisible to me and I could only feel the big ones. It was as if the rest of my body had shut down and all that remained was my ass; my cum and sweat covered ass. It wasn’t just my ass that was covered in cum, some where around the seventh top guys had started jerking off over me and now there were ropes and pools of cum all over my thin twink torso. Henry still stood beside me, occasionally fucking some guy waiting to breed me. Tom had clambered into the sling next to me and now had his legs in the air and was well on his way to catching up to my count. As a big fat black man pulled his equally fat cock from my hole and I could feel a river of cum flowing out of my hole. A few guys cheered and shouted things like: “look at his hole gaping,” “he’s fucking wrecked,” “that cunt will never be tight again.” I was in heaven. After all that time wondering what sex would be like, just wanting to get it over with and now here I was wreaking of cum and sweat my hole gaping wide, I had found my place. A new guy appeared between my legs and as I watched him line up his cock with my hole I thought he looked rather familiar. He was about six feet tall and squarely built with jet black hair and super dark five o’clock shadow. It was the guy from the desk at the entrance, the one I had rented my locker from. I felt a thick cock slid easily into my hole and he leaned over me and taking in my cum covered body said, “I knew you’d be popular birthday boy, but I didn’t know how popular. I’m just glad this cunt was still here when I got off work even if it is basically destroyed.” He bucked into my hole for a few moments and then seeing Henry said, “You taken charge of this boy hole then Henry?” “Yep, plucked his cherry myself.” “Sweet, well seeing as you’ve already let every guy in this place wreck this boy’s cunt mind if I just ruin him for life.” “Go right on ahead Sam, do what you like.” I had no idea what they were talking about but Sam pulled his cock out of me and examined my hole for a minute. He then began rubbing around my abused and stretched ass ring sliding his finger in from time to time. Slowly he worked in first two, then three, then four fingers inside of me. The pressure mounted as he began to work his thumb in too twisting his hand around inside my hole, pushing forward a little with each twist. The cum smeared all over my ass acted as lube and eased Sam’s entry and in what seemed like no time with a soft pop my hole swallowed his hand. I moaned like the bitch in heat that I had become as he started to fuck me with his hand. Cum splattered out of my hole and onto the floor as Sam worked his hand deeper and deeper into my guts. I really have no idea how long he fisted me or how deep he got. My eyes had rolled into the back of my head and all I could focus on was the sensations coming from my ass. Several times cum shot from my own cock without my having even touched it, but it did nothing to slake my lust. When Sam finally pulled his fist and his cock from my ass after cumming twice I realized that the room had emptied out quite a bit. Henry was depositing another load into Tom who looked as fucked out as I felt, and a few men were hanging around the perimeter but the massive crowd had gone. “Where is everyone,” I asked weakly. “Gone kid, it’s eight am,” Sam replied. Holy shit, I had spent the whole night in the sling, I had never even made it to the hotel I had booked. “How about one last load from us two and then we’ll get you cleaned up boy,” Henry said helping Tom from the sling. “Yes please,” anything to keep this day from ending. Henry and Sam helped me from the sling and the two of them supported Tom and I on unsteady legs back to Henry’s room where Tom collapsed on the bed. “Get on top of him boy,” Henry commanded, and despite the fact that my legs felt like jello I mounted Tom’s ever hard cock and then practically laid down on him with it still inside me. Henry slid his cock easily inside of me next to Tom’s cock and slowly began to fuck me. Sam made to leave but Henry told him to stay, and in fact Sam got behind Henry and slid his cock inside Henry’s big meaty hairy ass in a quick smooth stroke. The four of us then shared what was honestly the most tender fucking that happened that whole night. We had been bonded together by what we had done with each other and it showed in how Henry controlled the smooth easy tempo of the other three till finally he and Tom blasted inside of me adding to what I thought must honestly be a gallon of cum in my ass and Sam planting the first load of the night in Henry’s ass. We then disentangled ourselves and made our groggy way to the showers. Henry washed the cum from my body but made sure not to remove any from my hole, though a good quantity was simply running down my leg out of my gaping hole while Sam cleaned off Tom. We went to our lockers and put back on our street clothes, it felt weird to have them on at all. Henry grabbed my phone out of my locker before I could put it back in my pocket and the three guys quickly passed it around putting their numbers in, and then we all did the same for Tom. Then we left. I drove home in a sleepy silence, and when I got home I walked past my parents muttered something about having a good time and went up stairs to pass out. When I woke up sometime around dinnertime my phone was glowing with texts from my new friends; I smiled. Perhaps the rest of my summer wouldn’t be such a dry spell after all.

The three of us walked through the hallways. Only Henry, who was in the lead, wore a towel. Were were heading towards the main common room. When we were passing a large group of men, several of whom had turned to stare at us, Tom grabbed me from behind, and with ease slid his cock into my cum dripping hole, gave me a few quick hard thrusts before pushing me after Henry who hadn’t stopped walking back out towards the patio. Tom repeated his quick pounding act on the patio in front of another large group of guys. Henry led the way to the dark corner of the patio and into the even darker corridor and then to the door of the sling room. There were many more guys there now then there had been the last time I looked in the room. Still, only one sling was occupied, but not by the black guy I had seen before; however, there was now a group of about twenty guys all standing around him, each with a raging hard-on, waiting to breed the guy's hole. I practically ran to the sling where Tom and Henry helped me and to get me situated properly. Once my legs had been put up into the stirrups, Tom roughly slid four fingers into my hole as Henry turned to the tops around the other man. “Hey guys, don’t wanna take you away from what you’re doing but it’s my friend’s birthday and his first trip to the baths and he wants to get his hole used pig style. So this little twink’s formerly tight hole is open for business."

It rarely happens that I cum "hands free" while being fucked. When it does happen, though, it's always a great feeling, and, usually the Top gets off knowing that he's able to fuck the cum out of me. Like faggot hole, I never j/o while getting fucked (unless my Top orders me to j/o). I'm concentrating only on pleasuring the Top's cock, never on my own dick.

I'm 44 nearly 45 and never liked younger guys. It's got to be older Daddies for me, that would be heaven !!!

this is beyond fantasy for me (even though currently, it is only fantasy). i love older men, period. i don't care what they look like as i just want to please them with my ass. the idea of 3-4 older men, aged, grizzled, grey hair everywhere, fat big uncut cocks...all taking turns pounding my fuckhole, filling it up...as my BF watches and then fucks their loads out of my hole...that would be heaven. older men always get my attention...twinks are nearly invisible to me. i wish to remind these older men how fucking hot they are. i wish to make them feel sexy. i wish to drive them crazy with desire from the pleasure they will derive from fucking my hairy butthole. a room full of grandpa daddies would bring out the best of the pig in me.

I'm 50 now and have only started to fuck with older guys over the last couple of years. I do have two "regulars" at the baths that always want to fill my ass with their dicks and cum, both are very late 60's-70. Both act as my promoters, selling my ass to their friends when they have finished in me. Both guys are great fuckers and have no hang-ups when it comes to sex. Full rimming, bare fucking and feltching... no limits and no stress, just good fucks.