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  1. Here is my last load , in the ass of a 23 year old power bottom !
    8 points
  2. Part 2 My body already felt tired and aching, yet I knew the night wasn’t over yet. The skinhead picked me up by my arm, and dragged me over to the sling, dropping me into it and leaving me for a moment. He came back with the rubber strap for my arm, another needle and the marker pen. Before setting me up for a second hit, he drew two small lines on my chest with the pen. “You’ll be wanting to keep track.” He said with a cocky grin as he wrapped the rubber strap around my arm and stuck the needle in. “This will hit you a lot harder than the last one, mate! Just you fucking wait. You’re not going to remember a whole fucking lot about tonight, but what stays in your head will be with you for the rest of your life!” And with that, he whipped off the rubber strap and sensation flooded me once more. “But don’t worry. Everything you don’t remember will still be recorded!” I watched myself in the mirror that was on the ceiling above the sling, and if I looked to the side I could still see myself in the mirrors for the fucking bench. Cum was leaking out of my ass, which felt empty, desperate to be filled again. Like the Indian, the skinhead seemed to just vanish, and I was left alone. I had no idea how long I was left alone for, I doubt I could have kept track of time even if there was a clock or windows or anything that would indicate it. I just hung there, waiting. My head was swimming and my cock had grown soft. Suddenly, he was there again. The black leather daddy. I didn’t even notice he was there till the door slammed shut behind him. His leather jock was gone, but he had kept his chaps and harness. He crossed the room without a word, and I saw bouncing between his legs a cock much bigger than either of the ones I’d had so far. Without waiting and without word, he lined his cock up with my ass and shoved it in, all the way in, sinking inch after inch into me with only his friends cum as lube. He must have been 12 inches, if not more, but he slid right in till I couldn’t see his cock at all between my body and his. Only once he was all the way inside me did he say anything. His hand shot down and clamped around my throat, and he growled “Say it.” “I’m a stupid whore!” I declared, half slurring. He pulled most of the way out and slammed back into my ass, and again he ordered ‘say it’. “I’m a stupid fucking whore!” I said, louder, and he repeated his actions again. “I’m a stupid fucking whore!” I yelled this time, and it seemed to be enough. He took hold of my hips and began fucking me harder and faster than either of the previous two. If the cuts from the last cock were causing me any pain, I was easily too far gone to feel it. All I could feel was the incredible pounding of a full twelve inches being thrust into me over and over again. I couldn't help but watch myself in the mirror above me, watching that huge meat keep disappearing into my ass. Whenever I looked at the man fucking me, he held my eye contact, never blinking or slowing down. He was like a machine. It was all I could do to hold onto the chains above my head as I swung in rhythm with his thrusts. It seemed impossible, but he eventually started getting even more aggressive, and from that and his animalistic grunts, I knew he was getting close to the edge. I forced my ass to clamp around his cock as tight as I could manage, and the smirk that appeared on his face told me it was helping. I wanted to milk his cock for every drop - as far as i was concerned, this would be the load that converted me. The Indian and the skinhead may have gone first, but I'll always say that it was this load, shot into me by twelve inches of raw black cock, attached to a leather clad monster of a man that made me what I am. The pounding seemed to last forever, but finally, he let out a powerful howl of pleasure, rammed himself as far into me as he would go, and I felt him erupting into me, shooting his load deep into me, much, much deeper than either of the others had reached. Like them, he started fucking it into me as his orgasm ended, and I kept my ass as tight as I could the whole time, not wanting anything to escape. Finally, though I would have kept him there forever if I could, he pulled out, and I felt more cum dribbling down my ass despite my best effort to keep it all inside me. It was only after he pulled out that I became aware once more of the room around me - we weren't alone anymore, and it wasn't the two guys from earlier, though the skinhead was still among them. There must have been at least ten guys there now, all at various levels of undress. Two guys, both looking to be about my age, were on their knees, sucking whatever cock was stuck in their mouths. The others came in all shapes and sizes - there were two more black guys, another skinhead, an older guy who did not look healthy, but the massive cock between his legs distracted me from that. One guy looked quite near my age, though bulking with muscle, and a few of the others looked like they spent most of their time behind a desk. None of them had a cock as small as my boyfriends, though none as large as the one that had just wrecked me either. The skinhead from before stepped forward and once again strapped a rubber strap around my arm, and marking the third load on my chest with the pen. Before he'd even finished giving me the injection, the old, sick looking guy stepped forwards and plunged his cock into my ass, moaning something about how slick and cummy my ass was as he started fucking me, to the encouragement of the crowd. Once the strap was gone, I was gone. What followed was a blur of cocks being rammed up my ass and down my throat by all sorts of guys. The skinhead took me twice more, and at one point I was put over the fucking bench and spitroasted by the two black guys. Even the twinky cocksuckers had a go with me, calling me a runt or a bottom bitch. At some point, long before they were done with me, I must have passed out, as eventually my memory of the night cuts out entirely. When I regained consciousness the the next evening, I was alone. My bag of clothes had been left near where I had been dumped. I staggered to my feet and over to the mirror, struggling to walk. My legs and ass ans back and stomach were all covered in now drying cum, though I could still feel the moistness inside. I wondered how long they kept fucking me after I'd passed out. I inspected the marks on my body - I was covered in bites, and areas that were now beginning to bruise. The tally marks on my body were blurred by sweet, but I counted 24 marks, at least. The writing on my back was hard to read, but I could tell that it said "Stupid Whore". The writing near my ass was nearly completely unreadable - I could only vaguely make out the words 'Neg' and 'Poz'. I looked all around the house, but there was no one to be found anywhere, nor anything in any of the rooms. There was a bathroom, but it apparently had no water going to it, as I couldn't get anything to come through any of the fittings. Resigned to the fact that I'd have to walk home in my current state, I went back downstairs and dressed myself. I knew my partner wouldn't be home for a few days - more than enough time to recover and for the marks to fade to a level that he wouldn't notice. As i left, I wondered how long it would take for the virus to work its way through me and into him.
    7 points
  3. Part 1. I was being fucking stupid, I knew that from the start. I knew it when I was at home, cleaning myself out and shaving everything below the neck. I knew it when I left and got the train to some place I'd never heard of before. I knew it when I walked up the drive to the address I was given and knocked on the door. And I especially knew it when the door was opened. Standing butt naked, letting me in, was an indian guy, small but with a huge cock, which was already rock solid. The second I was in, it was too late for me to stop being stupid - I was immediately forced to my knees. His cock filled my mouth and I sucked it, tasting his skin and precum on my tongue. His cock was just as big as it looked in the pictures. A solid nine inches, thick and brown. He forced it down my throat, gripping my blonde hair tightly, with no regard for any pain he caused me. After a few thrusts, he let go, pulling his cock out and smacking me with it, leaving a splat of my spit and his precum on my face. He led me from the hallway into the next room - I knew not to get off my knees, but to crawl behind him. The room should have been a living room, but if it ever had normal furniture, that had all been stripped out and replaced with a sling, a fucking bench, and table that I couldn’t see the top of, and the contents of which I could only guess at. There was also set up several cameras, positioned so that they wouldn't get in the way of what was to come. There were three people in the room - the 9 inch Indian who had let me in and fucked my throat already, a white skinhead, as naked as the first guy and with a chunky piercing in the tip of his chunky eight inch cock, plus several other piercings throughout his body, and a black guy, fully dressed in leather chaps, a jock and a waistcoat that did little to cover his muscular body. I knew to crawl straight over to this one and kiss both his boots, then wait. No one spoke, and without needing direction, the skinhead went to the table and pulled from behind it an empty backpack. He dropped it next to me, and I knew I was allowed to stand, though only briefly, to strip down to my jock, putting my shoes, socks, jeans, t-shirt and what little possessions I brought with me all in the bag. The skinhead took it away again, and flung it unceremoniously through an open door on the other side of the room, behind the sling. Then he and the Indian converged on me. The Indians dick slipped between my exposed buttcheeks, grinding against my hole, still slick from my spit. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back against him, his body fully pressed against mine. The skinhead, meanwhile, stood in front of me, between me and the leather clad man. He took my nipples between his fingers and started twisting them harshly as he forced his mouth against mine, shoving his tongue deep into my mouth. A metal stud on his tongue smacked against my teeth as it slivered in, filling my mouth almost as much as the cock had earlier. I moaned into his mouth, and felt his cock hardening against me, the ring going through it rubbing against my now bulging jock pouch. Behind me, the Indian started kissing and biting my neck, sinking his teeth in deep. I pushed my ass out against his cock, I wanted him to fuck me right now, though I knew he wouldn't. They were only trying to see if I’d lose my nerve and beg them to let me leave, but there was no chance of that. Sure enough, with a snap of fingers behind the skinhead, both bodies suddenly separated from mine, so quickly that I nearly fell over, having not noticed that I had been using them to support myself. I immediately sank to my knees again, and looked up at the ringleader. He reached out and grabbed me by the hair, and dragged me across the room. Still holding my hair, he made me look into a full length mirror behind the fucking bench. I'd always been skinny, and my pale, hairless body looked smaller than ever in comparison to the bulking black monster that held me so firmly. The skinhead and Indian had begun kissing and wanking each others dicks while they waited for the leather Daddy to do his thing. "Say it." He said. He didn't shout, and yet the command was barked with harsh force. "I'm a stupid whore, Sir." I answered, not breaking eye contact with him through the mirror. I knew every word of what I had to say off by heart. I knew it was all being recorded too. "And why are you a stupid whore?" He asked, tightening his grip in my curly blonde hair, making me wince, but not stumble from the plan. "Because I came here tonight." I answered. "What's going to happen to you here?" "You're going to pump me full of drugs." I answered. "Then you're going to fuck me and pump me full of your cum." At this point, his other hand came round and gripped my throat. I could feel his leather covered cock pressing into my back. "And you want that?" I answered yes and he asked "Why?" "Because I want your toxic loads." I answered, and he demanded 'why' again. "Because I'm fucking stupid, but my boyfriend is stupider. He cheated on me, so I'm going to become a poz fucker and convert him too!" I didn't break eye contact the entire time. And with that, no more words were said. Pulling me by my throat, he dragged me back across to the other two, where they took it in turns to ram their cocks down my throat. Meanwhile, I could only hear the leather Daddy as he did something near the box and drug board. It didn't take long before both guys were going all the way down to the hilt in my throat. My nose buried into the hair of the Indian - I'd never taken anything in me that big before. My pathetic boyfriends cock wasn't even six inches, and barely tickled the back off my throat. I struggled and gagged around it, and he showed no sign of caring about my difficulty, gripping my head tight and fucking my mouth. When the skinhead took over, his dick might not have gone down as far, but the P.A. scratching inside me made it all the more difficult to take. He forced it down even harder than the Indian. Behind me, I heard boots approach once more. He dropped several things down, then grabbed my hips and pulled, making me stick my ass out as far as it would go without stopping me from reaching the cocks I was serving. I felt something on my back - he was writing on my shoulders with a pen, though I was too distracted by my work to follow it in my mind and work out what he wrote. After that, he moved lower down and wrote something else, that took longer, then I felt him draw an arrow on each of my ass cheeks, pointing to my hole. After that, they all moved together, like a planned attack. I was pulled to my feet, with the Skinhead wrapping his arms around me and holding me still, while the Indian held out my arm. The leather Daddy wrapped a strap around my arm and pulled it tight. It was over in a flash. Needle in, injected, out, strap off. With that, my head, my whole body suddenly burst with sensation. I coughed as I was shoved back to my knees, and a cock filled my mouth again. I didn't even know who's at first, though the piercing soon tipped me off. I didn't need any help to force myself down to the base this time - I swallowed it with a greedy hunger. At the same time, I felt a probing in my ass, and immediately thrust my hips out to meet it. The Indians tongue pushed straight into my waiting hole, where I felt it wiggle and squirm, shoving itself in and out and in again. I moaned around the skinheads cock as I got tongue fucked. This went on for a while, till the Indian guy stopped and repositioned himself so that his cock was pressed against my ass. The cock in my throat was pulled out so quickly, i worried for a moment that the piercing might cut something. All fear was quickly erased though, as a strange mask was forced over my nose and mouth. I breathed in deeply without even thinking - it smelled heavily of some chemical, and I knew I'd smelt it before in gay bars. It was poppers, and my already airy head was swimming after a few breaths, but the Indian held it on even still. I pushed my ass out against his cock again, moaning into the mask. I felt his spare hand slip between us and, with the precision of a pro, he lined up his cock with my hole. Still wet and desperate to be filled, my ass barely put up a fight, and the nine inches of cock shoved straight down till I could feel his pubes and his balls slap against me. I moaned, loudly, into the poppers mask. My virginity, which I could never convince my completely bottom boyfriend to take, despite his promises, was shattered in an instant. The Mask was dropped from my face as the Indian wrapped his arms around me. Our bodies were touching as much as they could, and I could feel his hot breath on my neck, as he started pounding my hole. He had mounted me like a dog, and panted like one in my ear, occasionally kissing or biting or sucking on my neck. Meanwhile, the skinhead circled around us like a predatory animal, growling encouragements to his friend, or insults to me. "Fuck that little cunt!" He said. "Fill that hole - he'll never want it empty again." I was practically being fucked into the floor at this point, but the skinhead knelt down in front of me, grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head up, all without disturbing the pounding the Indian was giving my ass at all. He waved his cock in my face, smacking it against my cheeks and knocking the piercing against my lips. "See this?" He asked me. "You know what I'm going to do once he's done? I'm going to ram this right up your fucking cunt, and fuck you so fucking hard that you'll get all torn up inside. Our cum and our bug will go right into your blood. You're not walking away from this without it. No fucking chance!" And with that, he forced his cock down my throat and started fucking it. His words had got me so hot, I could feel my cock beneath me, rock hard, despite being crushed by my weight and the force of the Indian fucking me. It had slipped from my jock, and I was leaking precum - the only neg cum in the room, I thought, and that made me even harder. The Indian was obviously encouraged by what he heard too, as the speed and the force of his fucking picked up. He started moaning louder and louder, and each thrust seemed to slam down harder and harder. The whole time, the skinhead had been running his hands through my hair, half stroking, half pulling as he fucked my mouth. Finally, with a mighty howl, the Indian shoved his cock deep into my ass, his body convulsed, and I could feel his hot load blow up into me. Shot after shot blasting up, coating the insides of my ass completely. It felt like more cum than I'd ever seen one person produce before, and as his orgasm subsided, he started fucking his load into me again. Both cocks left me at the same time, the one in my ass now softer than the one in my throat. In my haze, I didn’t even see the Indian disappear from the room, he just seemed to vanish. The skinhead didn’t, and instead pulled me to my feet and forced me across the room, towards the fucking bench. He slammed me over it, grabbing both my arms and pinning them to my back with one hand, while the other grabbed my hair once more and yanked, pulling my head and holding it in a position so that I had to stare at the mirror in front of us. I noticed then that we were the only ones in the room - the black leather daddy had slipped out at some point. The skinhead needed no help to get his cock lined up with my hole, and rammed his pierced dick straight into the cum filled hole, making me moan and close my eyes. With a jerk of his hand in my hair, he half-yelled at me. “Don’t you fucking close your eyes, faggot!” He growled, shaking my head and fucking my ass hard. “You’re going to watch me convert your fucking ass, got it?!” I nodded as best I could, and I didn’t break eye contact with his reflection again. He didn’t take long, but I felt each and every thrust into me. With every few thrusts of his hips, he’d change how he fucked me. First he forced himself in as deep as he could and kept it there, moving only slightly as he bucked and grinded into my hole. After that, he pulled out completely, and repeatedly stabbed all the way back down to the hilt before pulling all the way out again, spearing me multiple times - the piercing making itself known with each and every penetration. I could tell he was getting close when he began fucking me properly, not pulling out but making me feel the full length of his eight inches as he pounded into my ass. The whole while, he kept talking. “Stupid fucker!” He said. “No fucking clue what you’re doing to yourself! This viral load is going to knock you right the fuck up! Better be ready for it! Are you fucking ready for it?!” He demanded to know. I yelled out. “Ah fuck yeah! I want your load in me! I want to be a poz Fucker like you!” My words obviously got him going, as with a wordless shout, he slammed deep into my ass and released his load. It went on just as long as the first load I took, and he began fucking it into me as well, though he went on longer than the Indian had, pounding my ass. I could feel the slickness in there, and some of the cum dribbled out of my ass and down my balls, which hung underneath, smacking into the fucking bench whenever the skinhead slammed back in. Finally, the skinhead pulled out. He let go of my hair, but not my arms. Once his cock was free, I felt him shove several fingers in instead, and I could feel his nails digging into the walls of my ass. “Gonna make fucking sure!” He said and, sure enough, when he pulled out his fingers and showed them to me in the reflection, I could see some blood mixed in with the cum. With that, he let go of me, and once again forgetting to support my own weight, I slid off the side of the bench, falling into a pile on the floor.
    5 points
  4. Chapter III. The music picked up and the few guys standing around wearing clothes started to disrobe, jerking off to the live sex show unfolding before them. Brad was still dressed, and knelt down to my boy’s ass. He spread my boy’s cheeks and sunk in two fingers. My boy’s hole opened up to accept those fingers. Seed started to burble up onto Brad’s fingers. He held them up to my mouth and I sucked them clean. My boy moaned and started fingering his own asshole. “You ever seen this much cum leaking out of his hole before?” I shook my head. “I bet all the tops’ cocks are going to be filthy cummy messes when they pull out of him. How does that make you feel?” “Hot as fuck…” I gasped out seeing stranger’s cum, at least some of it POZ, trailing down my boy’s thighs. Brad stood up and summoned two guys to come forward. I recognized one of them as they bartender who had made our drinks earlier. I thought I was seeing double and then realized that they were twins. They held hands as they walked forward. One of them grabbed my boy’s hips and pulled his black boxer briefs down as a huge dick plopped out. The other guy approached my boy’s mouth and gagged him with his cock. Choking on one dick, the twin’s brother entered my boy and started jackhammering his pussy. I could see white frothy cum being forced out of my boy’s ass and around the base of his dick. He didn’t last long and pulled out, blowing his load on my boy’s ass, then working his seed in as deeply as it would go with some hardcore thrusts.. His brother flipped my boy over and sunk his bare dick into the hole that his twin had just bred. The first twin smacked his cummy dick across my face and nodded to Brad, who had lost his shirt by this time, revealing a tattoo peeking out of his pants on his hip. I shuddered to think it might be a biohazard symbol. Brad guided that cummy dick into my mouth for me to clean off. I wrapped my hands around to his ass and was surprised to find it leaking cum too; I had figured that this alpha stud would have been a top. I sucked my finger clean of some stranger’s cum and the guy leaned down. “My brother and I share everything, even Brad’s dirty cum!” He kissed me and then pushed away and disappeared as I took in the suggestion that Brad was POZ. The other twin took his time, but I knew he was close as he picked up the pace. He didn’t pull out to cum, nor did he go balls deep, pulling out so just the head of his cock was in my boy’s hole. I watched as his balls contracted, spewing seed inside my boy. He pulled out and nodded to Brad, who guided his cummy cock into my mouth, which I dutifully cleaned, swallowing every drop of the mix of several dudes’ cum. Brad smiled in approval as I fingered the other brother’s cummy hole too. With my chin dripping cum, Brad stood me up and pulled my shorts down, leaving me just in my jockstrap. He summoned George who bent me over on the sofa, next to my boy, who was, by this time, taking another raw cock. George started eating my ass as he held my hands behind my back. I turned my head just as the guy fucking my boy started to cum, shooting his cum deep inside. George pulled off of my ass and sucked a mouthful of cum from my boy’s pussy, spitting it into my own hole. Another guy started fucking my boy as George slapped my bare ass with his cock. He put all of his body weight on me, pressing me into the cushions and hissing into my ear. “Here’s what’s gonna happen. I’m gonna breed you, like I bred your boy. You’re gonna take my gift, then Brad’s gonna breed you both. Think you can handle that?” I nodded in approval, letting go of control. George released my hands, and they immediately started spreading my cheeks wide, preparing to take his cock, and his ‘gift’. To be continued…
    5 points
  5. FT. LAUDERDALE - In my new home and got to breed a 25 yr old out of town visitor. He had 3 loads in him when I arrived at his hotel. He was ass up and looked to have a sexy little body on him. I slid in right away and could feel his wetness. He took my first load quietly since I didn't want him to know I had shot my load then in the midst of working up to my 2nd load another dude came in. Older guy, not attractive, but had a decent dick. He had the boy flip onto his back and so we took turns fucking him that way. The boy seemed to really like my dick. Older guy shot load # 5 into him and I went back in to give him his 6th load. After I left he and I chatted and swapped numbers. Last I heard he was up to 12 loads but he's hopefully gonna get more of my seed later today!
    3 points
  6. They All Fuck My Boy My boy and I had been invited to a huge blow-out party. Well, my boy had been invited. The host, Brad, had organized an epic party at his house in The Pines out on Fire Island. He was super sexy, and we’d seen him a lot around the city. He was a big party promoter, so he was always popping up in the gay magazines and at clubs. He was tall, with tanned skin, close-cropped brown hair with a tussle of bangs in his face. My boy and I are both versatile, but he’s much more of a hungry bottom than me. He told me that he once took six dicks in one night back at a frat party in college. I’d never taken more than two in one night. Of course, in those days, we had both always religiously played safe. We had only stopped using condoms when fucking each other a few months ago, promising to wrap up if having some fun on the side. My boy and I made sure to wear our cutest jockstraps, and sexy short shorts and tight t-shirts, wanting to show off our assets, and so that we’d fit in with the A-list crowd of guys certain to be at Brad’s party. I knew we’d be willing to do almost anything to feel like we belonged with these hot guys. As we headed down the beach, hand in hand, my boy told me what he had had to do to get the invite. One of Brad’s buddies was bragging that he had two extra tickets, and would give them to anyone who would take his load. I was surprised, not that he had slept with this guy to get the tickets, but that he had let the guy fuck him raw. That was sort of against our rules. My boy promised that the guy was NEG, and it wasn’t a big deal. Then he told me about the house rules of the party. Brad got to fuck anyone he wanted in his own house, but not to worry, he said, “Brad feels very strongly about protection… and safer sex…” I was a little unnerved that he had only just told me that he’d taken this guy’s seed, and that he was prepared to let Brad fuck him, but we were already at Brad’s front door. The house was stunning, all glass and weathered cedar siding, and the party inside was already in full swing. Dozens of hot guys were dancing around, flirting, and drinking. George, the guy who had bred my boy for tickets, greeted us at the door and told us that we were welcome to wear as much or as little clothing as we would like, but that he’d prefer my boy in a jockstrap. My boy, ever the one to please, stripped off his shirt and shorts right away. I took my shirt off and tucked it into the back of my shorts. We got cocktails and started dancing. All kinds of hot guys were pressed against us. George appeared with a sexy Latin, or possibly Middle-Eastern, guy, very tall, and very sexy, in a tiny red speedo that left nothing to the imagination, and introduced us. “This is Sam. He’s got a big dick that I think you’ll like. Make him feel at home.” Just as quickly as he appeared, George left, and Sam started grinding his body against my boy’s exposed ass. Sam’s dick was clearly getting hard and after a minute or two was forcing it’s way out of the waist of his briefs. From my position beside my boy and Sam, I could see that dick start to glisten with precum, and that precum started leaking all over my boy’s ass. I could see it dripping down between hiss ass cheeks and I knew it was on his hole, if not in it. I tried to get my boy’s attention, and put my mouth to his ear, more or less shouting over the music, “You don’t want to offend Brad! Doesn’t he feel strongly about safe sex? If you’re gonna let this guy fuck you, you should make him wrap up!” My boy opened his eyes and pulled me in for a kiss. Then he shouted into my ear, “I said he felt strongly about safe sex, but I didn’t say he was in favor of it!” My boy reached around and grabbed Sam’s cock and jerked it a few times, then held it up to my mouth, more or less forcing me to lick his precum. Then, he grabbed my hand and told me to spit in it. I did, and he led it to Sam’s cock, so I could get it wet, and then guide Sam’s bare cock into him. I was so hard, but knew this was going to get out of control relatively quickly. We hadn’t been at the party for more than ten minutes, and here was my boy, bouncing up and down on a muscle stud’s bare cock, back arched, and head thrown back, in a crowded room for anyone to see. Sam grabbed my boy’s hips and pummeled his ass before going balls deep, and then holding the position. I knew he was breeding my boy. After a few moments, he withdrew. Sam grabbed my shirt from the back of my shorts, cleaned off his dick, and just walked away. What the fuck had just happened? To be continued...
    2 points
  7. Hey everyone. My name is Steve. I am a Bachelor of Business student in the harbor city of Hamburg in Germany. I came out when I was 19 and had my fair share of men over the years (I am now 24) but have always played it safe. While I was fascinated by cum, I thought it was a dangerous fluid which shouldn't touch my lips and best stay in condoms. I never tasted mine or anyone else's for that matter. All that changed when I joined a group of friends in taking a two week vacation in Berlin where we planned to join the Pride (or CSD) festivities. We arrived Friday evening and the four of us, a couple and me and another single guy, checked into the (gay) hotel in the main gay area. The couple got a room for themselves, and the other two of us each got a single room as we wanted to have some fun, so were happy to bear the cost. As it was Friday after all, we decided to go for a couple of drinks to some of the bars around the corner. Reception gave us a map and we started our own little gay pub crawl. Now, I am 5’11, lean, 160 with dark hair and a smooth body. It is a pain in the ass to shave but I love it that way. While I love drinking, I can’t handle very much. My friends however, must have a supercharged liver, because they can handle whatever you throw at them. Tonight, Michael, the other single, decided it was the night of vodka. We drank, vodka straight, vodka cola, vodka red bull and started at the front again. Early on I started struggling, so I stuck with vodka red bull. Michael was calling the rounds and both our eyes wandered around checking out what was on offer. Soon he made some new friends and now we were ordering rounds for six people. While the couple and I were tired, and could barely walk, Michael and his two new friends started kissing, so we made our excuses, called it a night, and made our way back to the hotel. A short distance from the hotel I found I really had to piss. Fortunately we were in front of a pub, so I told the others, ran inside, found the bathroom and relieved myself. Next to the bathroom was a little staircase leading into the cellar. A guy passed the urinal, smiled at me and disappeared into the cellar. I was curious, so I followed him down the staircase. In the cellar were some couches, walls and not much else. Some guys were kissing in the back, and another guy was on his knees giving a blowing two daddies. No, as I said, I had never been in a darkroom, but the red bull and the vodka made me horny enough to stay. A guy approached me, and started feeling my ass, started massaging my back and kissing my neck. It felt great. We started kissing and I could taste a mix of beer, cigarettes (total turn on for me) and something else. He unbuttoned my pants and slowly slit them down my legs. Only then did I remember that I was wearing a jockstrap. His fingers went straight to my butt hole. “What an ass” he whispered. “Mind if I taste it?” Without waiting for a reply his tongue moved pass my neck, my shoulders and my back all the way to my ass. Another guy, he must have been my age, came up, kissed me and started playing with my nipples. My cock was rock hard and leaking. The guy behind me started rimming me. His tongue exploring my ass, deepening and widening my hole, My nipple magician moved my hand towards his bulge. I was amazed by the size. I unbuttoned his pants and at least an eight inch uncut monster jumped at me. Now if there is one thing, I am proud of, it is my oral skills. I don’t swallow cum, but that doesn’t mean I don’t swallow cock. My gag reflex disappeared with my third boyfriend. I took his cock all the way in, and he moaned. I could taste precum immediately. The two daddies who had been kissing in the back came over to watch. They took out their cocks and I started wanking them while sucking my young hung friend. Just then, the rimming stopped and I could feel a cock pressing against my hole. Instinctively, I reached into my pockets and passed a condom to the guy behind me. I heard the it being opened, but suddenly my young hung nipple magician slammed his cock into my throat. Tears were rushing into my eyes. A guy held a bottle under my nose and close one nostril at a time. I was inhaling some weird smell. I started flying. I felt warm, dry and horny. The cock entered my hole and it all felt amazing. He started pounding me, so I had to hold on thighs not to lose the balance. I kept sucking and the guy kept pounding. Every once in a while someone would hold a bottle under my nose and I would lift off again. The guy behind me started moaning. I knew he was close. “Aaaaaahh shit your ass is hot” he moaned as he unloaded in me. One of the guys high-fived him, but before my hole could relax another cock slid in. I lost all plot, and just enjoyed the ride. Soon after the second guy, my young hunk nipple magician couldn’t take it anymore. His cock exploded in my mouth. I was shocked, but the taste was great. For a split second I wanted to spit it out, but he said: “Swallow my babies.” And so I did. The third cock unloaded in me and as it did so, I did as well, shooting all over the floor, probably the biggest load I have ever produced. I am not sure how it is with you guys, but after I shoot, I come to my senses. I panicked. What just happened? The guys looked at me bedazzled. “Are you clean?” I stumbled. My young hung nipple magician looked at the others, and replied ”None of us are, but we are all undetectable. Looks like you got lucky, little fella. But looking at the load you just produced, maybe you got unlucky?” and he grinned. I relaxed, but ran home. Later, laying in bed, I tried to recall everything that just happened. It felt amazing. The connection was amazing. No artificial boundaries. Everyone relaxed. The cocks felt great, the cum tasted amazing. I wondered, and then literally slapped myself. What was happening to me? This was disgusting and dangerous behavior. I stared at the ceiling and back to my rock hard cock. I was laying in a paddle of cum from strangers which leaked out of my ass. Oh, and I had a massive erection.....
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  8. Some truth is too good to be fiction... DaddyBoy Ben is what I've renamed the slut. Taking on a new identity is integral to transformation. So we'll call him that. I travel a lot for work and pleasure and stumbled across him in the south. Let's say Birmingham, but it wasn't. He schooled and worked mall retail. 18 and hot young 6'1" soccer player with a tite lil body that was furry in all the right places, with a 5 o'clock shadow, piercing blue eyes and a million dollar smile--and was articulate, bright and obviously way too book smart--and boxers dumb. The kid was a strong 8 on a scale of 1 to 10... bear daddy has high standards (no point in ruining shit that's already fucked up, right?). About to graduate HS. So kinky and bold that the first vids he sent were 1) getting fucked bare by a bear, 2) pissing on himself and 3) of him crapping a shit into the tub. He'd been raised in a very conservative Christian home. Been top of his class in a private Christian academy. And boiling over with angst and urges he was powerless to control. Sadly, he was busy with school and graduation. I was never in town at the right time. So we just texted for over a year. And then this summer, he returned home after a year at school. And we still missed each other twice when I was in his area. And then, last Thursday evening about bedtime he called. "Daddy, do you have a minute. Something happened today. And I feel free. I've not been a good boy, but now I'm ready." What had changed is that he'd gone to a hotel room full of tweakers who had booty-bumped his brains out. But for all the rimming and toy play, everyone had limp lil tina dicks. And DaddyBoy Ben was finally ready to submit, but trapped on an island of misfit dicks. "I'm in the car now dad. I'm kind of lost getting out of town, but I'm heading your way. How do I get there?," he asked. "It's 9 hours son," I replied. "It's not like I'll be sleeping any time soon, Daddy," he shot back. "I've dodged you. Avoided you. Said I was busy when I wasn't. At one point I even blocked your number, but I still jerked off to thoughts of you. And went on Breeding Zone every day--knowing you were the one who sent me there. I've self-fisted my hole, wishing it was you. Feeling so empty. I'm coming now. I'm ready and I'm on my way." So, I thought to myself... all it took was one good booty bump to dislodge 19 years of uptight sexual constipation. Oh Tina, you are a wild one. And he was literally lost in the woods in bumfuck 'Bama. He had to share his location so I could talk him to I-65 north. And he blew up my phone all night. When he finally hit town, I left work to meet him at my place. He was every bit the adonis I'd seen in the pics. Yet he had come to life, with the most adorable aww-shucks smile. Bashful antics. And an eager mouth that raped my goatee and mouth the moment we stepped in the door. We left a trail of clothes all the way to the bedroom. He jumped up on the bed, and raised in the air one of hot and furry boy ass, with an eager pucker you could tell he was trying to wreck. And then, I noticed dried blood on one of those tight, athletic ass cheeks. "Ummm... DaddyBoy Ben," I asked, "there's dried blood on your ass cheek." "Oh god dad, I'm sorry," he confessed. "I got so horny last night that I stopped at a rest area in Tennessee and got in the back seat to play with my boyhole. But all I could find back there to stick up in me was a big mag-lite. And I got a little too rough with myself." "I'm sorry, I tried to clean it up." Damn, I thought. Did the heavens just open up and drop the perfect fuck slut into my life? "It's okay, kid," I reassured him. "Dad's fave lubes are 1) cum from the last dad, 2) spit and 3) the wrecked remnants of a young fuck hole that's wayyyyyy to eager." With that, I grabbed the elbow grease and began to finger his hole while slicking up my chode. One finger met no resistance in him. The second joined it easily. The third joined those... and not until the fourth did I reach his fuck ring. And it was still rubbery and eager, opening up as I added my thumb to the pyramid my bear paw made as I tried to find his limit. He cried out--yet pushed back, instead of pulling away. And reached for the elbow grease, grabbed a handful and then lubed by hand up to my wrist. I worked that furry ass while dirty talking the little tweaked out, cum hungry fist-bitch. "So you're finally ready for your first known poz load, son?," I goaded. "Yes, daddy, I'm soooooo ready," he replied with his mouth in a guttural, come-breed-me growl... as his eager hole kept twitching around my big old bear paw, as I worked it up into DaddyBoy Ben. The cock and cum hungry bitch was a natural. At barely 19, his body knew how to beg at both ends. I removed my paw and replaced it with my daddy cock. Seeing his lightly-fur covered ass yield to my fuck beast, as my big bush of gray dad pubes nestled into his crisco-covered, crimson boy crack. And I went to town. Called him every dirty name in the book. Smacked his ass and asked him, "Who's your daddy, Ben?" and went wild as he bit the pillow and said, "You are, DaddySir." I'd stretched and wrecked his hole so hard it was my saving grace. I'd have busted my two day nut in him so fast if I'd had resistance. As he tightened back up after a few minutes, I got on my back. And told him to sit his teen ass on that vile fuck beast of a poz daddy cock. And hop on it he did. DaddyBoy Ben landed in the saddle and rode like he was breaking broncos. His tight teen pecs had nice nips with big eraser-sized points I could pull... and they were hard-wired straight to his cum hole. The harder I tweaked, the harder he rode. "You can hop off any time son," I said. "If you still wanna be a chicken shit who talks the talk. But if you wanna talk the walk and ride the cock, keep it up cum slut. And I'll bathe your innocent ass in the dirty daddy nut I've been collecting from a long line of fucksluts and boy breeders going back a decade before you were born." His non-verbal answer was affirmative, as he dug down and rode harder. The look on his face was no longer innocent and playful. Bashful or cherubic. He was a tina-fueled twink whose face was contorted by pleasure. His eyes were dilated and his lips alternately pulled back over his teeth as he groaned... or as his teeth bit his bottom lip hard. And then came forth the mating call he'd been practicing in his head, all those times he jerked off to the thought of me... as I fucked his mind by introducing him to things like BBRT and BreedingZone... squandering his innocence onto the field of full submission by boys to men, where he found his place on his knees. Or ass in the air. Existing only to be the next beautiful young thing in line, offering himself fully and fully exposed as a sacrifice on the altar of hedonistic, raw sex, in the boy-ruining breeding rites of daddy boys serving the dark desires of selfish, fucked-up men... as the thoughts I'd possessed him with for two years came spilling out, in a tirade of hungry, wanton need... "Fuck me daddy. Breed my bloody boy hole. I'm ripe. I'm fertile. I'm here. It's yours." And his ass responded to the rhythm of his sex rant, like to the beating of a drum... bottoming out. Clenching. Riding up and tightening up. Then thrusting back down on my daddy cock. "Poz me, DaddySir. I belong to you now. Share me with your dirty squad. Make me into the community cumhole for dads you promised I could be. Coach me to greatness. Train me to be one of those boys that becomes top 5 for the dads I ride... s'good that I'm their go-to fantasy as they jerk off for years to come. Make me a cum sponge, DaddySir. Use me up until I'm used up and your done. Then cast me aside like an unwanted cumrag. Dirty and stank. My only worth being a fuck hole no one wants once their loads land in me." I could no longer resist. I grabbed his waist and with one hand and neck with the other. I pulled him down to me and kissed the kid hard, as I drove my dirty dad cock deep, then flooded his freshly fisted womb with my bastion of dirty little swimmers. He stayed close to me, trying to keep me in him and hard. Tender moments to share, as he nestled into his new life. His cherry wrecked and ruined. His destiny secured. His options gone. As I got out of bed and wiped his cherry from my cock with a towel, I tossed him his phone. "Ready to earn some gear, toys and undies, DaddyBoy Ben?," I asked. "I've gotta get back to work. But today, you have a chance to earn #SlutPoints which are redeemable one-for-one into dollars at either the toy store or ToolBox Mens Wear, the undies store. Lotsa Nasty Pig Jocks there. Since you're tweaked out of your mind, you can handle an aggressive cum quota for this afternoon. DaddyBears are 10 points. If they're over 60 years old, you double down. Each bug nut is worth an extra 10 points, too. Anything else dirty will be acknowledge proportionately. Since your friend Tina blew your mind, your ass has the power to make DaddySir into Santa and make toys, trunks and jocks rain like Christmas." I pulled him to me and kissed that sweet face. "Go big or go home, Ben." And those were my last words to him. I came home from work to an empty house. Only the bedsheets ripped from the bed and a master bath that looked like a dozen guys had taken showers were left to feed my imagination, wondering what happened to DaddyBoy Ben. Oh... that and three places where bloody cum stains my white carpet. Anyone know how to get that out?
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  9. Part 2 Stan's favorite was corrupting sweet looking innocent boys. He called them boys and the younger looking the better but Stan had three rules he followed, the boy must be of legal age, he never lied to them and before he finished taken their innocence they had to ask him to. Stan smiled remembering that most actually begged. Once he had dreamed of his nephew Sean and actually came in his sleep when the dream Sean begged to be broken. Sometimes he called his own sons Sean but they were big boys not small like Sean. About a month ago he had a boy that looked a lot like Sean and he was so turned on pretending that it was Sean and even called the boy Sean and had the boy call him uncle. But the real Sean will soon be calling him Daddy. Stan rolled Sean over and pulled down the pajama pants and briefs and when he saw the boys hairless pink hole he knew he was going to own it even if Sean wouldn't ask. He spit on the boyhole and pushed a needleless syringe in and gave the boy his first booty bump. He then decided to also add a crystal nugget and pushed it in deep. He knew the bump would both wake his boy up but also make him extra horny. Stan took off his clothes and pulled the boys up and then turned off the lights. He rolled him on his side and got behind the boy. In this position he could hold a boy tight as he molested him. He played with Sean's cock through his pajamas and waited for him to wake. Stan felt Sean tense up and knew he was awake. He softly whispered to his boy to relax and let him make him feel good. He told him to stay quiet but to nod if he liked being touched. When Sean woke he was confused and thought he was dreaming but when the man holding him whispered in his ear he knew he was really being molested. When the man asked if he liked being touched he almost screamed yes but he remembered the fantasy role and nodded. Sean's body felt incredible and he hoped this lasted a long time. The man was rubbing his cock but Sean felt the best feelings in his ass. Stan told him to be a good boy and push down and kick off his pajamas and briefs. Sean did gasp when he felt the man's hand touch his cock. It felt so much better than when he touched himself. The man whispered that he knew his little boy would enjoy it. Stan rolled the boy to face him and as he started to stroke the boy's cock he leaned in and pulled the boy's head and let their lips lightly touch. When he felt Sean lean into him he pulled away and whispered that he knew his little boy wanted to be molested. With one hand, Stan held Sean's head as he pushed his tongue into his nephew and he touched the boy's hole with the other hand. When Sean felt the finger on his hole he let out a moan that would have been very loud if the man's tongue wasn't completely in his mouth. Sean liked touching his hole and sometimes would finger in but it never felt this good. He felt the finger push gently at the hole but didn't go in. Sean pushed his ass backwards but the man pulled away. Stan could barely hold back as his desire to break a boy he loved. Stan popped both his sons cherries but Sean was different. While Stan never touched a minor he had lusted for years over Sean, even his sons wanted their little cousin and more than once they laid on their belly as Stan fucked them and called them Sean. Stan rolled Sean onto his side and cuddled the boy as he felt him up. He slowly squeezed a tit and asked Sean if he had dreamed of this, he pinched hard as Sean admitted he wanted to be molested and hoped it would happen often. Stan asked him who he dreamed of molesting him and Sean said he didn't know so Stan squeezed the boy's nipple hard and said that was for lying and he should be a good boy and tell him so that he could make it better for him. Sean whispered, "my Uncle", Stan smiled knowing he had his boy and asked what was his uncle's name so that Sean could call him it. Sean said he didn't want to call him by his uncle's name because in his dreams he called his uncle, Daddy. Stan squeezed the boy's nipple hard and asked if he'd like his uncle to hurt his tits. Sean gasped that his uncle could do anything he wanted. When he asked if there was anyone else he dreamed about and as Sean told him his cousins too. Stan told him their time in the room was almost over and he was going to have to leave soon. He felt the boy tremble and knew he was about to cry and the time was right. " Sean, you are coming home with me. Tonight both of our fantasies come true. Meet me in ten minutes at the entrance, I'll be in a black Mercedes. Put on the clothes you were wearing with me and you can carry the others" Sean thought it was cool that this man also drove the same car as his uncle. He said he'd be there. Stan told him to stay in bed pretending he was sleeping until he heard the door close. Stan quickly grabbed his clothes and left the room carrying them. He dressed in the hallway and picked up his stuff and was outside in his car and called home. His 20 year old son, Teddy, answered and was told what to do and to call Harry and tell him. Sean got dressed and then sat down. He loved his Uncle but knew it would never really happen and said to himself that he would let this man do anything to him just as he would his real Uncle. Sean walked out the door and the car was 20 feet away. He nervously walked to the door and opened it. "Close your eyes and get inside, I want to keep your fantasies going. Say nothing just do what your uncle says." After he sat down and shut the door he was told that to help him pretend he was still sleeping that his uncle was going to blindfold him and he stayed still as he felt it put on him. His regular clothes were taken and he was handed two pills and a bottle of water and told to swallow them. Stan said he would fall asleep and when he woke up he'd be at his uncle's house. Once the boy swallowed them Stan started to drive. He had a few minutes before the boy was asleep and he asked him which cousin did he like better. Sean said Teddy because he would cuddle with him when he slept over. Sean said he felt his cousin's hard cock against him and wanted so bad to touch it. Stan seeing the boy yawn told him to dream about him and his cousin and when he wakes up his cousin would be cuddling him. Teddy opened the door as he saw his dad carrying his cousin. Teddy told his Harry was on his way and would be there in an hour. He asked his dad if they were really going to slam him and make him their slut. Stan told Teddy that he could turn his cousin into the baby boy he wanted and Harry being a sadist would soon have his boy too. He said that he was going to do to Sean everything he ever wanted to do to a boy. Stan laid the sleeping boy on his belly on Teddy's bed and told Teddy what to do and to be ready in exactly one hour for him. Teddy handed his father the booty bump as Stan lowered the boy's pajamas and briefs. Earlier he gave the boy a smaller bump but this was much larger. Stan watched the plastic tube enter the hole that he dreamed about. Stan left the room to prepare and Teddy got in bed and cuddled his little cousin but also for the first time fondled the boy briefly. As Sean started to wake he felt an arm around him and remembered he was told he would be in his cousin's bed. He felt the familiar hard cock against him and thought he had to be dreaming. He pushed back against his cousin's cock. He felt the arm around him pull him tighter then the cock pushed harder.
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  10. anyone of you guys near the northeast? I love getting sucked and swallowed... the longer, the better. I had a buddy who almost sucked me close to 2 hrs. straight, with very short breaks.. I wish that scenario will come back again....
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  11. two months ago I went and got a PA. Since then, I have not fucked, just a few JO sessions and one nice Oral session. well, finally thought I was healed enough to fuck. a buddy came over last night and I pounded his ass into the mattress, then flipped him over onto his back and pounded him till I felt my load rising. Told him I was gonna cum, he told me to shoot it deep. I shoved all the way in and shot my seed into his willing ass. Pulled out, he jerked off and shot. we snuggled and fell asleep. At 5 am, I woke up to him playing with my cock. I told him to get on his belly, got some spit on my cock and pushed in to his hole, with just my sit and cum as lube. Pounded him again for a while stopped and held myself inside him for a minute or two, then pounded him again. took another break inside him before giving his ass a final pounding and seeding him a second time. This morning as we were getting ready to get some breakfast, he told me it felt incredible to have me fuck him with the PA. he loves me fucking and seeding him, but he said this was way more sensual, that the PA was hitting something inside him that made if really incredible.
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  12. I think u r Right, it felt amazing with all that cocks and cum in me and i think i will do it Again. While doing i didnt care about if they are poz or not but at home i did and was scared. But the feeling was so amazing i will do it again and take as many cocks as possible and cum
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  13. I woke up when my friends called. They wanted to go out for some drinks and dinner. We went to a pub where they brew their own beer and served massive portions of food. The beer came on long wooden serving plates and you could drink yourself through their different varieties. I love beer! We drank and got pretty drunk. I forgot my dark secret for a while. Next to the bathroom was a breathalyzer. You put some money in and it measures you alcohol. I managed to hit 0.2% and was feeling accordingly. The guys were in an excellent mood, but I had enough. My brain was telling me to go to sleep and my cock told me that there was nothing to get here. On the rare occasion where the two agree, one should follow their advice. It was a big of a hike back to the subway, so I went on grindr and chatted up a few guys. Everyone seemed to be out and about. I debated whether I should join any of them, but instead jumped on the subway and looked for gay places in Schoeneberg. As I sat on the train, I skimmed some of the descriptions of various gay businesses, and noticed quite a few nasty ones. My cock got hard. Just then I looked up only to see the subway doors were closing and that I had missed the station at which I had intended to disembark. 'Fuck', I thought. More walking. Anyhow, I got off at the next station and Google maps to show me the way. Suddenly, I stopped in front of a sign 'The Bull'. I just read about this place. It sounded like one of the nastiest cruising places in Berlin. My cock jumped, and I brain was screaming no, but the alcohol made me listen to my cock. Securing my my cards and most of my money in my socks, I walked into 'The Bull'. The place wasn't particularly crowded, so I ordered a beer and scanned the room. Most of the patrons were middle aged men, drunk and horny. I smiled, finished my drink and disappeared into the darkroom. On my way in I passed a guy who was wearing only leather chaps. A beautiful tattoo was depicted on his torso, above his cock. A bio-hazard sign. Fuck that was hot. He turned around and followed me in. In a corner, I went on my knees and started to suck his cock. My eyes fixed on the tattoo in the dim light and my nose almost hitting it with every deep throat. He moaned, inhaled from a small bottle and held it under my nose. I started feeling the same sensation as the night before. I took of my shirt and threw it into the corner. Another cock appeared. The guy must have been at least 50. When I hesitated, Bio-hazard guy took my mouth and forced it onto the other guy's cock, which was rock hard. The cock tasted great, especially as he was drooling lots of precum. My cock was also rock hard and also leaking precum, although my precum was being absorbed by my jock strap. Bio-hazard guy helped my in taking off my pants while I was sucking the old guy so there I was, on my knees, in my jockstrap and my sneakers, sucking two cocks. Bio-hazard guy started fingering my hole, using some lube he found somewhere. “Are you poz?” I managed to mumble a reply of sorts while sucking the two cocks. "You're not?” “No, I am not.” “Oh well, don’t worry about it. It will be fine.” With that he lifted my ass and pushed his cock in. It felt amazing and I couldn’t control myself, moaning loudly. The old guy smiled, and placed a small bottle under my nose, encouraging me to take a hit, whispering "You like poz cocks, don’t you, you little slut?” “Fuck yeah” was all I could manage. “Take my poz babies, you hot little slut” bio-hazard guy almost shouted as he exploded in my ass. Before I could straighten up, the old guy pushed his cock in me and started fucking. Bio-hazard guy, meanwhile, left without a word. However, he must have told the guys back in the bar, because before the old guy could unload, a group of guys arrived. They opened their pants, wanked and lined-up. Some made me suck them first, while others went straight for my hole. They fucked and fucked and fucked. Load after load was dumped in my hole. In between popper rushes, I completely lost my sense of time. My hole started hurting, but all I could moan was “more lube.” A guy stepped forward wanked and sprayed his load over my hole while another guy was fucking me, laughingly remarking “Here you go.” More guys came in. Some had a look and left, while others joined the crowd. Eventually, however, it seemed as if they were all done: the last guy dumped his load and left, I was exhausted, and in looking around noticed the old guy was still there. “What a hot little neg slut you are! You just took 13 loads. I have no idea how many of them were poz, but hopefully it is your lucky number.” With that he strolled-out. I rested for a second and waited for the poppers to clear my head. I couldn’t find my clothes, and panicking, searched everywhere for them. Nothing. So I walked out to the bar and asked the bar man if he had any suggestions. He was obviously expecting me, as without a word he handed me an envelope in which I found a hand-written note, a 50 EUR note and, thank God, my phone. The hand-written note read “Byy yourself some new clothes - for the new you!” What just happened? The time on my phone said 5:15 AM. The sun was about to rise and I had nothing but my jockstrap for a 600 meter walk. I ordered a whiskey, finished it and left the bar. Somehow, I enjoyed the walk. I hadn’t cum, was still drunk and it was pleasantly warm. The receptionist just smiled at me, I slipped into the elevator made it into the room without anyone else noticing me. Looking into the mirror I took measure of myself: for some reason, my hair was covered in cum or something, my jock was wet with precum, and my hairy legs and pieces of dried and half dried cum were sticking everywhere on my body. I was a slut! I knew that as soon as I blew my load I would panic, that I would feel disgusted and might even run to the hospital. But I honestly didn’t want to. I jumped into bed the way I was. Let tomorrow be the day of worries. This day I was a cumdump. I was my true self.
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  14. The next morning the cum had dried in my bed and I was horny. This is where the advantage of a gay hotel comes in. I jumped onto grindr, and after five minutes someone knocked at the door. It was a handsome guy, in his early 30s, with a nice seven and a half-inch cock, who only played safe. I hoped this would be as amazing as the cocks I had had the night before. We kissed, I sucked his beautiful cock and then he proceeded to fuck me. The sex was good, but something felt different and unnatural. I didn’t feel him the way I had felt the guys last night. He smiled, I smiled back, we kissed, he fucked and came. I came as well, but certainly not in the volume I had the night before. He tossed the condom in the bin, put his bathrobe back on and disappeared. I felt my hole. Cum must had still been in there, because we didn’t use that much lube. I played around, massaged it and got horny again. What was happening to me? I checked my grindr conversation again. He said he was neg. He looked neg. I leaned over, took the condom out of the bin. He left a decent load in there. I smelled it and my cock jumped into action again. I tipped a small amount on my finger and licked it. Hmmmm, that taste. I started wanking while I emptied the condom in my mouth. What a taste! And what a load I produced. After I came I felt disgusted by myself. Again. I ran to the bathroom, and rinsed my mouth with mouthwash. I looked up and stared at the guy in the mirror. What was this city doing to me? What was I turning into? I showered, got dressed and met the others for breakfast, traveling to a nice cafe in a nearby suburb, where we sat outside, chatting and watching families with children, old couples with their grandchildren and young couples. My friends discussed their hopes for children, and discussed the merits of one name over another. All the while, however, all I could think about was cock. I looked at the husbands, wondered what their raw cocks would feel like, and what their cum would taste like. Again, I was shocked by myself. After breakfast, the couple wanted to go to a museum, my mate wanted to do to some shopping, but I just wanted some alone time to understand what was happening to me, so I went back to the hotel, changed into my speedos and went up to the spa. It was completely empty which was great. The hot tub on the deck was just what I needed. I relaxed and closed my eyes. After maybe half an hour I awoke when two guys in their mid 30s joined me in the tub. “Late night?” smiled one. I returned his smile. The second guy then commented “We saw you taking those guys last night. That was amazing! Your hole must be sore." I turned red and my cock turned hard. “You know, I have never done it before. I have no idea what came over me there. I always play safe and have never been to a darkroom before.” I replied. “Looks like you found your true calling. Hi, my name is Sebastian by the way, but call me Seb.” “Nice to meet you, my name is Steve.” “And I am Christophe.” “How was it taking those raw cocks, Steve?” asked Seb. “It felt amazing” “Yeah once you go bare, you never go back.” “Yeah, I fear so. What about you guys? Do you fuck bare? Not scared of poz?” “We only fuck bare, and have been poz for years. Christophe actually a year longer than me. He gave it to me” Seb said gave Christophe a kiss. They started making out in front of me while smiling at me. “But don’t worry, we are both of meds now.” With that Seb, started kissing me. He then took my hand and I went to the steam room. He pushed me on my knees and I had two beautiful cocks to service. I sucked and licked and swallowed every drop of precum. Christophe pulled me up and turned me around. Started licking me ass again, which was still lose from last night and this morning. Christophe’s cock was about eight inches in length, but thin, whereas Seb’s was only seven inches, but was very thick. Christophe made the first entrance. I felt great. Nothing between me and him. Skin on skin. “How does it feel?” “Amazing” I moaned. “I bet you little slut” Seb chuckled. “Yes, I am a slut” I replied. Christophe picked up speed. His balls were hitting my ass and it felt just right. “Ready for another poz load?” “Fuck yeah." “Wait! Make some room for me!” Seb had been wanking while watching us, but now he slid under us and pushed his cock into me hole. I experienced both pain and pleasure, as did Seb and Christophe. A minute later both exploded in my ass, and I couldn’t hold it much longer either. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck! Take our loads!” I just moaned and blew another record load. I couldn’t talk. Reality hit. I felt awful. Another two loads. I was pushing my luck. I have lost control over myself. Again. It felt right while doing it, but now, I felt disgusted. I was shaking, cold sweat and hated myself. A pig, I was a dirty pig. A slut. Conflicted, I returned to my room and sat in the shower for an hour trying to wash it all off, but I couldn’t. I was scared of what was coming next. I knew where the path was leading me, I knew what was happening, but I was scared. Yet, I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop it....
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  15. I type this, my inaugural post, while I struggle to keep his huge load in my ass. Yesterday I started chatting with a guy on Grindr, decent looking, 30, sort of muscular. After some chatting he asks, "You're vers, but which do you prefer?" I respond with "It's like this, there some asses that just need to be fucked and some cocks that I just have to ride" At this point he sends me a pic of both his decent ass and a beautiful and HUGE 8x6.5" chunk of man-meat. Turns out that he was going to be busy last night so we arrange to meet today. We message back and forth after lunch today, deciding on my place. Once I get home from I douche, shower and change. I was a little nervous because up till this point, the biggest dick I had taken was an averaged thickness 7 inches. Before he started to come over to my place, I messaged him about his status, not because I particularly care, but to gauge the likeliness of getting to take this beauty raw. He said "Neg, U?", less info than I hoped for. So I sprang the question itself "Neg also. On PrEP tested in mid July. Do you ever BB?" He replied "Me too and yes". Victory, I get exactly what my ass desires... "Perfect". He arrived and I take him back to my apartment. We undress, kiss etc. He pulls out his cock and lays down on my bed and it hits his leg with an audible thud. I look up from it and show him the hunger in my eyes. I dive in and put it all into my mouth. His cock begins to grow and struggle to get as much of it as I can into my mouth. I get it nice and hard, my cock is also rock hard by this point. Sitting up I bring my ass up to his cock but hold off before going further. I slide back down a bit, put our cocks together and wrap my hands (it took both of them) to grab his 8X6.5" and my 8X5.5" cocks, and work them on each other. No words can describe the perfect image of all the meat in one place. He starts working his finger into my ass and my body responds, and he becomes more vocal and says "You are a big bottom, aren't you" I give him my coy smile as response and breathe in the pleasure of my ass being played with. I move into doggie position and he lines up behind me and lubes up. He starts to push in and I feel soooooooooooo stretched out and can tell he's barely in. He's starts pumping my ass and it feels great at some points and too much at others, but overall I get that magical full feeling. He can tell I'm struggling so he asks me if I want to change positions. I flip over to my back and the feeling is magical is pushes the huge dick in and out of me. After about 5 minutes he tells me that he's close and tell "Just don't stop." His O Face comes and then I can feel the huge amount of wetness as some his load gets pushed out of me by the plunging of his dick. He wipes off with a towel I had pre-staged, gets dressed, and leaves. I still feel like hole is stretched but i can in that amazing load... We text back and forth, remarking that we forgot to get a picture of that massive dick inside me, something we both talked about earlier. And we both agree to a round 2...
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  16. 2012-05-23 I had not planned on spending more that 20 or thirty minutes here, I thought to myself. Get in, get the stuff (with a little bartering), and get out. Now I was staring up at the ceiling into the mirror that my host (and meth dealer) Gary had so wisely placed above the leather sling I now found myself fastened into. The leather hood I was wearing let me see, breathe and gave others access to my mouth. The black leather is supple, and I saw myself in the mirror, the rainbow studded leather collar, harness and matching jock on my 155 lb frame; I liked what I saw, how my legs and arms were spread and tied to the sling's chains - immobile and subject to whatever would happen. I thought back to what I had met Gary three months ago, and I don't know why I was surprised this was happening to me; in the first twenty minutes after meeting him, it was obvious that he was twisted (in the good kind of way). A friend of mine, Steve, introduced me to Gary because I was having so much trouble finding a reliable source for tina. We drove to Gary's house one Friday afternoon so Steve could vouch for me when we started dealing. The first sight I had of Gary was a memorable one. He came to his front screen door dressed in his harness and chaps. He swaggered a bit, looking oh so hot as his black leather chaps framed his thick, half erect cock as it was swinging back and forth. His cock was decorated nicely with a thick shiny silver cock ring and an impressively large PA. He met my eyes and we had one of those moments when you know you're going to end up fucking. Still, I tried to keep it business, allowing Steve to do all the talking. Gary invited us downstairs to his "office" to complete our business. The "office" was a large basement room with a padded floor, a leather sling a bed, - all made more inviting by the dim red track lights which covered the whole room. He sat at a table, arranging things for the deal. I told him what I wanted and he weighed it out for me, bagged it, and then asked me if I was a cop. I laughed, and said "Hell no." He smiled at me, then said "A cop wouldn't suck my cock would he?" "No I guess, not" I laughed. He remained serious and said "Want to convince me?" Gary was sitting on a chair stoking his hardening prong as he spoke to me. I didn't know if he was really was serious or not, but I figured what the hell, and knelt between his legs and took his big tool in my mouth. The PA was clicking a little on my teeth, but I kept going. Gary was encouraging me and Steve just watched. Gary whispered in my ear that he'd give me some bonus product if I finished him off, and I eagerly agreed, and began to worship his beautiful tool, which now stood full mast at 8" long and slightly less thick than a beer can. I wasn't going anywhere. Eventually I finished him off, got the product from him and Steve and I left that day as I was the attraction at a gang bang at a local hotel (another story). A week later, I called up Gary and told him I'd like to stop by, but I'd be alone this time. He said "Sure, I'll see you when you get here." I arrived at his place 30 minutes later, and he came to the door looking much the same as last time, which made me hot for him to use that big cock of his on me again. We went down to the office again, and proceeded with the deal. Once Gary had it all weighed out, he started to hand it to me, but stopped short. "How'd you like to prove you're not a cop again?" "Absolutely" I said, kneeling down and engulfing him as he chuckled "Fucking tina whore." That turned me on incredibly - being a tweaking bottom slut with my dealer's big 8" cock in my mouth. I heard the sound of a torch being lit, and he nudged my cheek to give me a hit off his bong. Just the first thick hit of tina smoke was enough to put me at his mercy, but we kept smoking and recycling the hits to each other until we were flying pretty high. He offered me a glass of punch, saying "Drink this, it's G. You'll like it." I eagerly did whatever he told me to, drinking the G down quickly and then going back to work on his cock. His wonderfully thick dick responded quickly and he was hard as a rock in no time - no tina dick for Gary. "You like to get fucked, isn't right Jim?" he asked. "Fuck yes" I said. "I'd love it if you fucked me - I've been thinking about that for a week now." He ordered me on the bed, all fours style, and after lubing my hole with some elbow grease, slid that marvelous tool into my ass-pussy to the hilt in one motion. "Fuck yeah!" we both erupted at once. We fucked for at least an hour and a half, with Gary depositing two loads in my ass before I steadied myself to leave. "There's a little extra in the bag" he said. "See you next week, I suppose." "Great" I answered and with a little wobbliness, walked to my car. The deals with Gary had been going according to that general theme for these last three months. It even developed into a little role playing scene, like I was giving him sex for meth. I was paying, of course, but the scene of him using me as a cum dump as a payment for meth turned us both on immensely. The sex was always white hot - in our little scene he saw that I liked being called degrading names and made to feel that I was completely his to use as he wanted. He so naturally assumed the Dominant role and I the submissive one, that I truly wouldn't call it role playing. It was the first three months of one of the hottest affairs I've ever had. So here I am today, looking up at leathered and bound self, unable to get out of the sling, close my legs or keep anything from entering my mouth. I was a little uneasy, this kind of thing being new to me, but horny beyond description, my ass was tingling from the little bit of tina we'd smoked, and I wanted Gary to fill it as soon as possible. But Gary had left the room after tying me into the sling, he put a poppers soaked cotton ball in the little pouch of the hood as well; my head was swimming and I began to realize Gary had been gone nearly half an hour. I chuckled a little - why was I surprised at being on the altar here in this scarlet tinted dungeon shrine to gay piggish sex? A total slut, tied spread eagle in a sling, unable to move or even scratch my balls, smelling nothing but the amyl, and hearing nothing but fuck-me fuck-me fuck-me techno music in the room. It was all making me hornier by the second! Hell, I realized I wasn't surprised at where I was at all, but realized I loved being here - here, like this - it's just what I am. I am, and always have been a submissive bottom for tops to use and subjugate. I took my first cock at a very young age, and loved it. I just naturally love it when men use me. I love to party, take cocks bareback, get fisted, drink cum and piss and of course, am HIV+ - your typical pussy white bottom. So I was eager when I heard footsteps on the stairs finally, and I began to get excited, thinking about nothing but how I was going to give my hole and mouth completely to worship Gary's big cock. I detected more than one set of footsteps coming down the stairs. Since I had no view of the stairs, I had to wait until whoever they were came around to the foot of the sling to see them. Gary stood, his ringed and PA'ed cock protruding from his crotch, the look of it teasing my itchy hole by its absence. Two men had arrived with him. One was black and was older, maybe late forties, a big thick cock like Gary's (no PA), and moderately hairy, but naked except for his black boots red and black leather bands around his biceps, pierced nipples and lots of tats, 6'4" 230, shaved head, goatee with braids, (with an huge earring that made me think of Mr Clean); his dark brown eyes were piercing directly into mine - he smiled the smile of a conqueror. Gary later addressed him as Stick, and further identified him as his supplier from Dallas. I licked my lips as I stared back. The other man was Black-Mexican, late 30's or early 40's, 6'4, maybe 200 lbs, wearing nothing but a pair of sunglasses a baseball cap and a leather harness around his incredible cock (thicker than Gary's - later I'd find out it was 10" with an 8" circumference). Gary spoke first saying "This is my cunt", clearly referring to me. "He thinks he likes to get high on tina and have his sloppy slut hole and mouth used. You'll enjoy him, but first we need to teach him how to really do tina. Here cunt, drink this" handing me the usual G-laced cola. I drank it down without hesitation. With that, Mr Clean produced several orange tipped syringes full of fluid. He was an intimidating looking man, but he softened his expression and assured me as he began to swab my arm - he had a smooth voice, saying "Just stay still. You'll feel a coughing sensation, it's normal, you'll love it - wait for the ride, ok cunt?" "Yes sir," I answered. With a firm grip he steadied my right arm, fixed a tourniquet on it and uncovered the needle. He was confident and smooth, hitting a vein and drawing blood back into the syringe with one motion, then pushing the liquid into my bloodstream steadily until the rig was empty, and just as quickly slapped a bandaid over the spot as he withdrew the needle. It was my first slam ever. I can't find the words to describe what I felt like that first time; after the cough, my ears began ringing and a rush of pleasure and what I can only say is the emotional state of extreme horniness overwhelmed me; I couldn't focus my eyes, my asshole actually started to burn intensely - not with pain, but pure lust. All I wanted was cock - in my mouth, in my pussy, and over and over again. I guess the Mex-Black guy (his name was Pedro) and Gary slammed at the same time I did; as soon as Stick was finished he slammed himself. I was awash in such an intense wave of carnal desire, so willing to give myself for the pleasure of these men that I could not imagine what I would not do to please them, or to satisfy what was now a raging overpowering piggyness. I began chanting "Fuck me, please sir fuck me" over and over again. Gary stuck his cock into my mouth from above, oozing more pre-cum than I've ever seen someone put out. I greedily took his cock in my mouth, but he pushed in all the way down my throat, smiling evilly at me as he said "You're going to be my good little junkie cunt and satisfy my friends, right?" "MMMHHHMMM" was all I could utter. Gary took his cock out so I could breathe - I gagged a little but begged for more. I was flying and my hole was hungry to get fucked. Stick stood rubbing his cock on my hole's opening, jamming wads of lube up my chute and smearing lube all over my hole and butt. He said nothing to me, just looked me in the eye as he slammed his big cock into my pussy ass. Oh God, it felt so good, his thick hard cock, hot inside me and sawing in and out of my bottom faster and faster. He paused a few times, but said nothing to me. I was still swallowing Gary's cock. He held his cock in me for a few seconds then pulled it out, leaving my hole open. I began to moan and wiggle by ass in an attempt to beg for him to put it back in again. Instead, Pedro with his 10x8 monster moved in and began to fuck me silly. He got very verbal, especially about my being a shameless junkie puta for black cock and little fag who was a cum dump for real men. He slapped my ass several times, ordering me to show him how much I love his big black prick as he held still and I slid my pussy up and down his pole as the sling's pendulum motion impaled me on his beautiful cock over and over. Gary and Pedro skewered me for sometime - I have no idea how long - until Gary began to quicken his pace and shot the first load of the evening onto my belly, some of which Pedro raked immediately into my cunt. Gary fed me the rest, and kept fucking my mouth as I sucked his cock clean and swallowed his cum. "Yeah," Pedro taunted me - "fucking cum drinking pussy. You little bitch, you want some more? I'm breeding you right.....now!" And Pedro pounded my ass with violent, quick and full strokes of his 10" of manhood, shooting all of his huge load inside me, continuing to thrust as his jizz made my sloppy ass squish with every stroke. As Pedro pulled out, he moved to my mouth and had me clean his cock as Stick took his place in my ass with his big cock. He was harder than Pedro and fucked slower, using full measured thrusts as he gazed into my eyes. "You like what's happening to you, cunt?" I moaned in affirmation. Stick continued saying "Yeah, I love fucking a real true bottom like you. You love getting fucked don't you." "MMMHHHMMM," I moaned again. Once Pedro's cock was clean, he and Gary smoked a joint as Stick took his time with my ass. "Your hole feels so wide open and ready for stretching. Gary said you'd be a complete pig for getting your ass opened up. I like fucking pussies like you. It turns me on to own a pussy like you and see you take cock like a bitch. Everyone thinks you're a man but you're really a horny little fag who loves to get his ass fucked and be a real man's little bitch." I stared at him hungrily. His dirty, humiliating talk was making me into more and more of the bitch he was calling me. "I get off using a shameless junkie bottom pig like you. You don't care what we do as long as we fuck you right, cunt" he slammed his big cock in my hole. I thrusted back, moaning, "Yes, Sir, I'm your cunt." "You have a nice cunt, so hungry." Stick whispered. "Gary says you whore to get tina, is that right?" he asked. "I like playing like I do," I answered, "it's hot to imagine begging my dealer to put my cunt for sale so I can get high." "I'll bet you would whore for tina if you had the chance, cunt like you would do anything to get a cock in his pussy, right?" "Yes Sir, I suppose so, I've always thought that it is hot to get paid when a guy fucks me." "So you have been paid by guys who fucked you? That's so fucking raunchy, cunt, and I love it! You're really just a cheap fucking whore, aren't you?" "Yes, Sir. I was filled with cock and being told what a whore I was." "Awesome! You cunt, I'm going to show you what a real fucking is. You ready to whore for me tonight for real?" "Fuck yeah" I said, grinding my cunt on his cock. "I have two guys who are going to pay $20 to fuck your mouth and pussy - they think you're neg and that you are getting pozzed this weekend. I think there will be at least five more tonight too. I keep all the money and pay you in tina. What do you say to that?" "I don't think I've ever been so hot to get fucked in my whole life, Sir." "OK, cool cunt, now shut the fuck up for the rest of the evening - I mean it. You're just my hole to pimp out." I nodded. Stick fucked me hard and fast, and gave me his load, filling my hole as he looked down on me with a nasty smile. His cock stayed hard and I was gyrating on it as Gary and Pedro came over after finishing their joint. They asked Stick if he told me about his plan to pimp me out. "Look at the way he's pumping on my dick, he's so hot and ready to be my cheap little whore" Stick said. Gary untied me from the sling and allowed me to get on the bed. Pedro had sat down and I mounted his cock facing away from him, taking Stick's cock into my mouth. Pedro took my legs and spread them, and Gary slipped his fat cock into my cunt next to Pedro's. As Stick fed my mouth with his cock, there was the sound of a doorbell. Gary bellowed, "Come on in, down in the basement." Soon two tall lanky twenty-something guys witnessed the three of them stuffing me with cock. "Look at that whore we're going to fuck, looks like he loves cock" one said, and they both began to strip. "Who's Stick? It was Twenty for both of us, right?" someone asked, to which Stick replied "I'm Stick, and yes, it's $20 for each of you. Okay guys, let's let these two studs have the cunt, since they're paying for it" whereupon Gary and Pedro disengaged themselves from the mattress. "He wants both our poz loads, right?" one of the new guys asked. "Yeah, fuck yeah, the cunt's yours to use. Breed his cunt all you want" said Stick. I was moaning in anticipation. The darker of the two young guys took his shorts off, letting his nice thick dick go free. I immediately sucked it into my mouth. I was on all fours on the bed, and the other kid started rubbing my hole with lube. "How many loads so far, fag?" "Three" Stick answered for me. "Cunt doesn't use his mouth for talking." The guy at my pussy shoved his bare cock into me as he slapped my ass. "You like my hard cock, you pussy ass faggot?" I clenched my hole around his cock as I took the other kid's cock down my throat held it there and gently bobbed on it. We fucked like that for 20 or 30 minutes, as Gary, Stick and Pedro just watched, occasionally commenting on what a good little prostitute I was - God, I was in heaven. Soon, the guy in my ass nutted loudly taunting me to take his buggy jizz and triumphantly announcing to me that he was converting my sorry ass. He pulled out and switched with the other kid, and soon, he also sprayed a load in my cunt as I cleaned his buddy's cock with my mouth. He slowly pulled out and spread my pussy open to get a look at my loaded ass. "You're going tot get bred a lot more before you're through, cunt. How does it feel to be a cheap ten dollar whore?" I responded by enthusiastically cleaning his cock off. "Fucking fag - you're a hot little cunt, crazy for cock and cum, huh?" I smiled. After the two kids left, Stick came over to me. "It will be about 90 minutes before the next guests arrive. I noticed you don't have any ink. I think you should get a whore tag above your cunt. You can talk, cunt." "I've thought about it, Sir. Seems hot" I answered. "I have my rig in the car, I won't make you, but I think you'd look fucking hot with a nice little whore tag over your cunt" he took me by surprise with that. In a moment I made the decision. "I would love for you to give me a whore tag, Sir." I didn't believe I was saying yes. Stick retrieved his tattoo rig and set up, as I was sucking Pedro again. He showed me a pattern for a red bio-hazard sign over a red and black pinstripe. "Perfect," I agreed. Stick knew what he was doing, and it took about an hour. It was somewhat painful. After he finished, he took a pic of for me. It was like the pattern, eight inches wide and three inches tall, centered over my butt crack. God, I thought it looks hot, right above my cunt, giving the tops something to read as they fucked me. I noticed a detail Stick had added: in the loops of the pinstripe he inserted the letters, Slut Pig, but you had to look close to notice them. He put some ointment on it, as I sucked on Pedro again. I could hear him dialing his phone. "Ok, cunt. Let's get you ready for this group. There are five guys coming over to breed you." Stick tied me up on all fours on the bed. I could move my arms a bit and I could see who would be fucking me in the mirror in front of me. "I'm going to video this and get it on ICU, cool Stick?" Gary said"Hell yeah," Stick said. Ten minutes later six not five guys came down the stairs: five white, one black. Gary escorted them over to Stick, who took their $20 bills as they eyed my upturned cunt, ready to be used. The black guy introduced himself as Darnell. He was 6' 200 and has as thick a cock as I have ever seen. He was first up, but came over to my head, and fed me his cock. "Yeah, take my dick you slut" he ordered me. I was able to take him all, and sucked him for all I was worth, as one of the white guys began unceremoniously fucking my ass with quick violent thrusts. He came quickly, and started watching me suck Darnell. I think he got off more on insulting me for being such whore, than fucking me. Another white man's cock replaced him, bigger this time. He blew quickly too. Three more of the nice looking white guys followed, all loading my cunt with their poz cum. Darnell finally started to fuck me, saying he wasn't gay and not poz, but loved fucking white ass faggots. "You suck dick like a real pro, cunt," he taunted me. "A hell of a lot better than my girlfriend." He was close, as he continued to racially degrade me and ram my ass with his big tool. He'd stop, and make me clench and beg for his cock as I wriggled my ass around his massive log. As he bred me, he bent down and whispered in my ear "I would like to know who you are, man. I'd like to get a lot more of this. Here's my cell number, shoving a paper in my mouth, I'm Darnell, see you later faggot." The six guys left as quickly as they came, and I was left there, all tied-up. Gary came over and put a huge plug in my ass, and untied me. "Ready for another slam, cunt? I think you've earned it." I nodded and started sucking his cock. "Okay, get in the sling, and put your legs up." I complied, whereupon Pedro unceremoniously began shoving wads of crisco into my cunt. I could tell he was going to fist me by how his hands moved, and I huffed on the poppers three or four times, very deeply. He easily plunged his forearm into me half way to his elbow. "Okay, Stick, hit the cunt now" he said, as he slowly twisted his arm in my pussy. Stick found my vein again, and pushed what was .4 gram of meth into my arm. "You'll suck anything after this, won't you?" He leered pervertedly at me as the rush hit me. It was overwhelming, and a little scary, but it evened out quickly. There was nothing in my head except how I could get fucked and used by these three hot twisted Dominant fuckers. I reached down and pulled apart my ass cheeks for Pedro, and he slowly slid his arm to the elbow. "Fucking hot little twisted tweaker you are, cunt. You are a sight to see! Look at what a nasty fucking fag you are - higher that a kite on meth, eleven loads in your cunt, and a big black arm shoved up your pussy hole to the elbow. You really are a total fag aren't you? Ever thought you'd be this much of a shameless slut? God, look at you! Were you ever a man, you little cunt?" The taunting was driving me nuts for more. Stick knew just what to say to push me further. He rudely pinched my tit as he shoved his considerable cock into my mouth and down my throat. I took all I could of his cock and looked up into the mirror, what a fucking sight! Pedro into his elbow and Stick down my throat. Gary had gone upstairs and walked down two blocks to the leather bar - that's what Stick said. Stick got a text from him, and he told me Gary was coming down the stairs soon with three young thuggy looking black guys he met outside the bar. They were selling crack outside the bar, and he told them about this cunt he was using at his place and that I whored for chems, so they eagerly came along. As they arrived downstairs, I thought they looked really sleazy. They stripped naked and stood watching Pedro as he kept fisting my ass to the elbow. They started doing some crack as they watched, offering some to me. I declined, saying "No thanks, man. I'm a tina bitch." From their faces, I know they had never seen anything like what Pedro was doing. One of them, (the thinnest) asked if he could try fisting me too. Pedro slowly pulled out and showed them how - lubing them up as he did. Stick turned on the ICU cam and the first of the black thugs shoved thin his arm into me all the way to the elbow. Pedro said that he should try a second hand, but the thug hesitated. Pedro guided him as to how to insert his second hand. Still he hesitated, but Pedro reassured him "It'll be hot, man. This cunt wants it and can take it, believe me! Just look at how he's moving his ass around - he's totally rutting his sluthole on your arm aching to get more of you into his hole." He slowly slipped his second hand in next to his arm, following Pedro's advice as he was turning and twisting his arms in me slowly. He reached a place of resistance and I huffed on poppers four or five times. I exhaled and he finally broke through with both hands into me. I screamed and pumped my ass more, and he slowly advanced into my bowels, finally getting three quarters of both forearms into me, as Pedro poured on the j-lube. He stayed inside me deep like that for 10 or 15 minutes. Stick moved the cam to catch it all, and Gary fed me poppers and his dick as the thug boy filled my cunt with his slender forearms. The thug stud looked down at his cock, and said he was oozing cum and needed to fuck my ass. Pedro helped him as he slid his arms out of my sloppy, gaping hole. The young stud stood and rammed his meat into me and piston fucked me, taking only forty or fifty strokes to dump his wad in my loose pussy. As he was fucking me, I took one of his thug buddies in my mouth as he hit his crack pipe. The third thug was tweaking my tits and sharing the pipe with his friend, ready to replace the first young stud after he came in my ass. This third kid had a big cock, somewhat like Pedro's. He thrusted his rock hard monster cock easily into me. "God damn, this cunt is so fucking used and sloppy - he's fucking worthless!" he sneered. With that I clenched my sphincter on his thick black cock, almost pulling him into me as I did. "Oh damn," he said, "fuck yeah, bitch, you is a for real whore for black cock, huh bitch?" He fucked me rapidly and rhythmically for 20 or 30 minutes. His buddy took a black magic marker he saw nearby and scrawled "Black Cock Fag" on my stomach. As he wrote, the thug fucking me began to slap my ass. Stick came over and began to speak sternly to me. "Look at that cock in your cunt! Tell me what you are, you whore." I was breathless as I was getting vigorously fucked by hot hung thug boy. I didn't know what to say. Stick slapped my ass hard and said to me, "Say that you're a toxic whore and sleazy white slut for black cock." I said "I'm a sleazy-poz-whore-white-faggot-slut-for-black-cock, Sir." Tell everyone how you let anyone dump his cum in your cunt just so you can ride a needle full of tina." I said, "Yes, Sir. That's right. I'm nothing but a shameless tina whore. I love to suck cock, get fucked and have my cunt loaded up just so I can ride a needle full of tina." Stick grabbed my face and commanded me "Okay cunt, tell us all you're a cheap whore for your meth dealer who pimps you out for ten bucks a fuck." I replied verbatim. "Louder" he barked as he slapped my ass good and hard. I shouted, "My meth dealer whores me out for ten bucks a fuck. And he keeps the money." "And you love it, too, don't you? cunt" Gary asked as he twisted and pinched my tits. The thugs loaded my cunt good before they left, saying they had to get back to making cash. All three paid Stick $20 on the way out. Stick loomed over me and showed me the $200 or so that I had earned for him that night. Stick and Gary fucked me one more time, two last loads to make sweet sixteen for the night.
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  17. Just can't seem to get enough! Got mailed another anon load. Feel free to add yours guys. All loads accepted. Moderator's Note: The original poster is no longer interested in receiving loads via mail. Please disregard his request. The thread will be left up to preserve the discussion below.
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  18. I had been talking to a guy online for about two months before this point. Let's call him Tom. Tom had a profile on BBRT NKP and here on breeding zone. I had been wanting to experiment with chemsex for about 6 months before I left for the states, I had been watching some videos to see what the deal was. I believe it was this site that introduced me to the concept, before hand I had no idea about meth use in the gay community(or a subsection of the gay community) but I had it in my head that if I was to try it, it should be in America(where I could get away with it). Plus it seemed to be more available over in the states. What I was looking for was tough, a top who was willing to introduce someone to Tina for the first time who also was hiv negative. This may not seem like much. But first of all nobody seemed to even respond to me on NKP(maybe they were too high) I was beginning to this it was an online ghost town, or that perhaps my account was broken. After searching for some time, I found two profiles that matched the requirements, a neg Top, who can administer. I messaged both guys. One replied "Any pics?" I sent him some pics of me, including a face pic. "Hmmm any more pics?" He wasn't sure. A little disappointing. The next guy I message replies "I would love to meet". However plans changed and we didn't get to meet for quite some time(scheduling conflicts). This was a good thing in some respect. We managed to talk a little more and I felt comfortable this was an honest and open guy, he was in his 40's and seemed mature, extremely attractive, and sexually right up my street. He asked for porn vids that I found hot so he had an idea of what I was into. He liked these very much. We eventually arranged to meet a little over one week before I was set to leave. He was situated up the top of Manhattan and told me to meet him around 9pm. I took the train up, then hopped a cab to his place. A nice apartment complex. I don't remember feeling nervous. Strange really, I felt more nervous walking into a gay bar, or sucking off my first New Yorker, but this, what would be the most extreme thing I was about to partake in, and I felt eerily calm. I also remember thinking very calmly "I could die here" just before I pressed the buzzer. He unlocks the door from his room upstairs, I'm not told what room number or floor he is on, but the second I step in I get a text. "Be right down, have to get something from the basement" I wait in the foyer. Probably a good time to mention my previous experience with drugs. Tried ecstasy a handful of times, first two times were great, the rest sucked. Cocaine 3 times previously, got absolutely nothing from it(became quiet and fidgety) and weed on a handful of occasions. In no way was I a drug user, never partied and played, with the exception of weed with two guys in NYC. So why I was actually doing this I have no idea. But I'm hoping it's good. Tom comes down to meet me, and we both head to the laundry room where he empties the machine. He seems rushed, I spend my time examining him as he does his laundry. His head is shaved(bald), he has a grey goatee, very handsome masculine look, dressed in a tank top and sweatpants, he's in good shape. He really is a perfect match. Perfect Daddy. I wonder if he's high already, but I think he isn't How will he be with me, what will I do when I'm high? "Positive thoughts" I keep telling myself in my head. Positive thoughts. We enter his apartment, it's nice, big, he leads me to the bedroom. A large bed is covered with rubber sheets, to the left of the bed on the floor is a large duffel bag, filled with all kinds of sex toys. To the right is a computer and desk, on the desk lay some syringes. Now my heart starts to race a little. "Do you want to have a look through the toys?" "Sure". He shows me his collection, rubber cock and ball rings, rubber anal inserts, large buttplugs(one shaped like a sperm), sounds kit(makes me wince), rope, cuffs, things that I couldn't even identify. "That's an impressive collection" I say, wide-eyed. "Yeah. So I'm thinking we get you in a harness" He instructs me to take my clothes off. Then he puts the harness on me and tightens it. I feel infinitely sexier. I've never worn a harness before or since, but it felt great. He began to explain the benefits of said harness. "So when I'm fucking you I can just grab it like this, and pull you towards me" he says as he demonstrate by grabbing the shoulder straps and pulling me towards him, this makes me horny. "Hmm, a rubber jockstrap." He then takes a jockstrap from his bag, again, I've never worn one before this. It fits well and covers up that dick of mine. I'm slowly being transformed into his toy, there is only one thing left. He talks me through the whole experience, what it will feel like, how he preps the meth by pouring hot water until the crystals have fully dissolved, etc etc. He then shows me about 4 or 5 videos of slamming, and explains what the person might be feeling. "Ok so are you ready?" "Have you ever done this with someone for the first time?" "No, never introduced anyone" I sit on the cold rubber bed, he props two pillows behind my back. "Hmm, hang on." He goes to the bag, and takes out two of those, I actually don't know what they are called. Like small leather hoods that go over your hands. and leather cuffs. He loosely ties me to the bed. ​"It'll be interesting to have you tied up for your first slam" My heart starts to pound faster, the nerves are coming in hard and fast. Should I look at the needle going in? Maybe not. Everything will be fine. He holds the needle up to the bedside lamp. "They're full dissolved, see? Let's see how hard it is to find a vein." He runs his finger over the inside of my elbow, a vein comes up immediately. He then puts on the tourniquet and waits a few seconds. Wipes my arm with a pad and sticks the needle into my vein. He pulls back I look, see red inside the needle, then look away. "Ok. Now tell me if you feel any burning or stinging in your arm." I look again, he slowly pushes the plunger until the meth is inside me. He then snaps off the tourniquet and looks at me. I feel nothing. He gives me a look as if to ask how I feel. "Nothing?" I say, smiling nervously. He looks in disbelief. "Nothing?" "Nope" "Are you sure?" "Yeah I don't feel anything" "Hmm, that's crazy. Maybe I didn't give you enough" He turns around to look at the syringes on his desk. I let out a nervous laugh. "Maybe if I moved around a little" I say as I bend my arm up and down(as much as it will go with the restraint) Then I feel a sudden tingle in my legs, reminiscent of the first time I tried E(which I was the last to come up on then too), then BAM! This indescribable rush goes through me, my breathing becomes heavy and I blow out a long shaky "woah" I look at Tom, he seems excited. "OK....nowitsworking" I say in a short burst. I start to feel myself and wish these restraints vanished. I start to feel as if I could make them disappear if I really wanted to. Tom sees me squirming in ecstasy on the bed. "Now I know it's working." He then turns around and straps up his arm and gets ready to slam himself. I writhe around feeling everything with my body, everything tingles in such an amazing way. This is too good for words. I'm loving this, nothing has happened yet and I'm loving it already, I think of a thousand scenarios of what will happen throughout the night in the space of a second or two. My mind is well and truly fucked! It's very hard to focus on anything, everything has a shudder effect. I hear Tom exhaling heavily I look over and he's whipping of the strap from around his arm. "Fuck" "Fuck" I say almost at the same time. He seems very controlled, I don't know how he does it. "Do you have sensitive nipples?" "Not really" I answer. "You will". He then straps two sucking cups to my nipples and pumps them until they stick. "Thank you so much for this" I gush, I feel forever in his debt. I become overtly grateful and complimentary, he smiles knowing it's the drugs doing their work. He also becomes very talkative, he asks me about the first time I had sex. He raps my legs around his waist and I start to grind against him as I describe my first time. "Tonight will be a night of firsts" He tells me in that calm and hushed voice. For some reason we both feel the need to half whisper to each other. "Ok let's get these off" He removes my restraints as I thank him again for being so generous to have me over and get me high. He thanks me for coming. "God if we met earlier? I'd send you home stupid". After some talking, he takes my head and buries it into his armpit. I lap away at it as he moans. He takes the suction cups from my nipples and twists them as I start to suck on his. I still don't feel sensation in my nipples, however the rush from the meth was too much to notice if I did. This was perhaps the most sexually confident I had ever felt, I had to constantly remind myself, this is actually happening. I move down to work his cock. He tells me to suck it hard, so I do,gripping with my like and sucking down on his soft veiny dick to the balls, he grabs both balls and pushes them against my mouth "open" I try to accommodate for both cock and balls but it proves too hard, even though his cock is only semi erect, his balls are far too big. I settle for one ball and a dick in the back of my throat, my mouth is stuffed. He likes the feeling as I gag and retch. Eyes water, stomach knots, body squirms. Next I take both his balls in my mouth which is another mouth-filling task, his dick lays on my face with his wet helmet resting on my right eye. I feel like a good little slut. He tells me to smell his dick, which smells of precum. After sucking his dick some more it becomes hard enough to fuck with. He puts a rubber cock ring and ball separator on himself and tells me lie back. I put my legs in the air and present my hole for fucking. "No." he says. "Put your feet here" he motions to his chest. I place both feet on his chest and he slides his cock into my ass. At first my hole rejects him, pushing him out when he gets into a rhythm. It's the Tina, it has made my ass tighten up. However, I have an idea. I get up and take out a bottle of poppers out of my bag and lay back on the bed. "Maybe if you choke me" I suggest. He places his open palm against my neck, just under my Adam's apple, then moves up and down to find the strongest pulse. I take a huff of my poppers and raise one hand in the air(this is a safety technique I use at first with some guys, when the hand drops, I'm out and they should let go. Any longer and it could become quite dangerous). He presses down, not too hard, but enough to make my feet tingle. Everything goes tunnel vision. I'm back in Ireland doing something menial or talking to a friend or something. All of a sudden a man's face appears from nowhere, then a room behind him, where am I? Confusion. I feel a heavy tingling and something moving in and out of my hole. It has a similar feeling to pins-and-needles. Then I remember where I really am, in an apartment in New York, high on meth, being fucked unconscious by a complete stranger who could have killed me with little effort. The rush of realization is incredible. My breathing becomes heavy "Wow! Oh my God" He leads in to make out with me, his dick is now in my ass without me pushing it out. "Did you have a little dream, baby?" "Yeah, how long was I out" "Only about 5 seconds, don't worry." He fucks me harder and although his cock isn't rock hard it feels incredible. I could feel the rubber of the cock ring against my hole. I wanted everything he had inside me. "I think I can get my balls in you" he lets out in a grunt as he thrusts back and forth. "Yeah?" I ask with some scepticism, the drugs have taken away any pain the fucking may have caused, but it in no way made my ass wider, in fact it had a tightening effect on my hole. This problem was solved with a little force, or a nice choke-out. "Yeah, I think so. Hang on." He rolls me back so my ass is in the air, he then stands over me and squats down. I feel him pushing against my hole and decide to push out, hoping it will let him in. This works and he pushes his balls inside me. He pulls them out "Oh fuck" he lets out in pleasure. He pushes just his balls into my hole a few more times, dipping them in and out until it becomes easy. He then pushes his sloppy cock into my widened hole, followed by both balls. Everything is inside me. It has to be the best feeling I've ever had during sex, it's incredibly hard to describe that pleasure, knowing you're connected to another man by both his cock and balls, they fit tightly into your hole. You are being completely used as a place for him to rest his dick and balls. The feeling of his pelvis pushing against your ass, knowing there is nothing further that can go in, he is as deep in you as he can possibly go. Amazing! I feel with my hands to ensure everything is in. I rub his taint while he grinds against me. He stops moving, but I continue to grind in a circular motion, churning my insides with his balls and dick. "Hold still" he tells me, he looks focussed and stares into the distance. "You feel that?" "Nope" "I'm pissing inside you" "Oh fuck!" I concentrate on the feeling, a tingling in my lower back, I'm being used as this guy's urinal. "Ugh, it's hard to piss in this position". He only pees a little in me before slowly pulling his balls and cock out of my piss-filled whole, he keeps me propped up with one hand. "Don't move boy. Fuck yeah" he spits in my gaping hole. Then reaches into his bag of toys for a large butt-plug. He spits on it, and pushes it against my ass lips, it's not going in as easy as it should. He calmly instructs me to breath in and out, eventually the rubber plug slides right in, filling my ass completely. After about 30 minutes of playing, I go to the toilet to take out the plug and push out the piss. I feel very wobbly on my feet but very happy also. I notice that when the plug comes out there is no more piss up my ass. I feel around to check. Either my ass has absorbed the little piss there was, or it's gone a lot deeper than I can reach. The next few hours become a blur. I get slammed again which is so much stronger than the first, I cough and it hits me like a euphoria freight train. This turns Tom on greatly. We make out more, fuck, suck toys and attempted fisting. He could slide four fingers but not past the knuckle. I found it extremely hard to concentrate on what was going on, everything spun and shuttered, I felt fantastic, almost a state of frenzy. When Tom is on top of me he sweats so much it dribbles down onto my face and chest, almost like a tap. Our sweat has a distinct smell, a chemical smell because of the meth. He takes me to the shower to cool off. I check the time and hours have gone by. It's about 10.00am the next day. "My boyfriend will be home soon" What? Oh no, "is this going to get awkward?" I think. I say nothing. "It's ok though, we could always go to the bathhouse" First time for everything. I let him know I'm up for this adventure and he tells me to get dressed and meet him at the nearby subway, while he cleans up and gets dressed. I walk to the nearest subway, it's a hot day out and people are up walking to work. I'm very aware of my movements, not to act like a tweaker. He eventually meets me and we head towards the bathhouse. It's not long until we are there. I'm becoming paranoid that people will know I'm high. Tom seems fine. We get our locker key and head to our room. After stripping, I head to the locker with our clothes. To large black men check me out in my jockstrap(given to me by Tom) the place seems pretty empty, which doesn't surprise me given the time. I put away my stuff and head back to our booth/room. I'm tingling all over and moving faster than usual. I get in and Tom lunges at me, jamming his tongue down my throat and shoving his fingers up my hole. I turn to liquid in his arms, the feeling is very hot. He has a small bag of toys with him. He takes out a large metal buttplug. It's very wide, "Guess where this is going" he says as he slaps it against the palm of his hand. "No way" "Get on all fours" I climb onto the bed on all fours. He squirts some lube onto the top of the plug, then pushes against my ass. I feel there is know way this will fit. I try to push out to open my ass up. "Breath, relax." He instructs. It's hard to do so, even though there is no pain at this point(from the drugs) I'm still nervous of damaging my ass. I breath in and out. Then take a big hit of poppers and repeat. I feel it enter my hole, it begins to hurt. "Damn, is this nearly in" I think to myself, then my ass retracts. "It's in" he tells me, before leaning in to gently kiss my ass cheek and tell me "good boy". He slaps the base of the plug and every time he does is sends an extremely pleasurable shiver up through my insides. He lays me back on the bed and spreads his ass cheeks. "Stick out your tongue" I do, then he sits down hard on my mouth. I work my tongue slowly up and down he asshole, trying hard to push my tongue deep. He lets out a series of moans and groans to indicate he loves the sensation. He then grabs the back of my head and really pushes me into his hole. He wants me to go deeper and I can feel his hole pushing out against as my tongue slides deeper. My tongue is stretched out to the point of pain, but knowing the pleasure it gives him causes me to endure it. This goes on for a few minutes(with a few air breaks) before he lifts his hot ass from my face. He hands me down a rubber butt plug. "I want you to put this up my ass" "Can you pass me the lube?" "No just use spit" He opens my mouth and slides the plug all the way down to the end, I gag, he pushes further, fucking my throat with the plug. This gets him off. He sits on the end of the plug and forces it down my throat with his ass. I'm now being smothered and choked. I cough up some spit. and he takes the plug out and turns it around, facing his hole. I take it off of him and push. It takes some force and I worry about hurting him, but he seems to be fine. It eventually goes up his hole. I smack the end of it as he done with my and he groans in ecstasy. We make out for a while with plugs up our asses, I then go to give him a blowjob. After some time sucking his semi-flaccid cock I feel it's time to take the plug out. I leave our room to walk to the toilets. I get a few propositions on the way, but ignore them in a chemmed out haze. I enter one of the cubicles and try to push out the plug. This is more difficult and painful than getting it in. I finally manage to pull the metal plug from my insides and the thing is hot. Really hot. Hard to hold. I have to run it under a cold tap before I can carry it back to the room. By the time I get back he has jerked his cock hard. And places me on all fours before fucking me for quite some time. "Shit I've got to go to work soon" I wonder how he can even think of working, as my mind is so confused and fried from the meth, I could barely see straight. I guess this guy is well used to this kind of activity. This worries me slightly. Maybe all isnt as it seems with him. He edges himself with my ass a number of times but is too uptight to cum. "Wanna meet me later on, say 7pm?" "Ok". We both head to the showers. As we wash up he tells me "I think I have to piss" "Can I drink it" "Sure, get down there." I get down on my knees and open up. He shoots hard, like a fire-hose down my throat. It tastes extremely strong but I swallow every drop. As we walk back to our room to get dressed it hits me hard. It had totally slipped my mind that his piss was filled with strong chems, and it sent me flying high. "You feel it?" He asks me in a hushed tone. It really tickles him that I'm high as a kite in public. We get dressed and leave the bathhouse. I get home(somehow) and try to get some sleep. This is impossible. I am shaking like a leaf and sweating buckets. I go to the bathroom to have a cold shower. I look in the mirror. My face frightens me, it looks so different to what I usually see. There is a deadness in my eyes. I try not to focus on it, and shower and change. By the time this is done it's almost time to head out the door again. I get to Tom's apartment again, his eyes are red. He looks like he's just shot up. "Hey baby, come in" I come in and undress. "Ready for another slam?"
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  19. So I am a married man, (to a woman) living in Australia... The following is a fantasy I would love to become a reality... You are a dominant top wealthy man who loves bottom hairy bears, and you answered my ad. You paid my airfares and picked me up at the airport. We found a discrete spot at the airport (a handicapped stall) and I got down on my knees and offered you my arm. First you attached my collar, then got a rig and slid it into my vein, drew back and got a nice flash of red. You slammed it in and straight away I felt the rush. We then left the stall and went to your car. I was flying so high. In the car, you told me to slide my pants off and insert the butt plug that was in the glove compartment into my now twitching lusting hole. I said yes master and wasted no time doing so. We drove about 40 minutes arriving at a small farm. It was private, and you told me to take off the rest of myclothes, and go to the barn and wait for you. I did as I was told, and entered the barn, which once inside I found to be decked out as a playroom, complete with sling, fuck machine, fist bench and a cupboard full of assorted toys. I climbed into the sling, and you entered the barn and said good boy, lie back. You then tied me into the sling, tied off my arm and inserted another slam, you said the first was .1, this is .3, I said thank you master as you administered it. Wow, I felt the rush and straight away felt you remove the butt plug and replace it with your hot wet tongue....and then I heard voices coming closer....to be continued
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  20. Part fact part fiction. Will let you decide which parts are for real.... Just back from a couple weeks in the Caribbean and thought some of you may be interested in the fun I had out there. I was staying in a well known hotel chain in the carribean for two weeks. You know the sort - all inclusive as much as you can eat or more importantly for me as much as you can drink. I was out there with four friends who as far as I knew didn't know I was out but they probably suspected. We were having a grand time. Nice dinners and cocktails till the early hours, lazing on the beach during the day. Just over a week in and I started to need a release, looking at those tanned fit scantily clad guys and girls on the beach every day was getting me horny - I needed a good jerk off session. I went back to my room - I had my own as two of my friends I was with were a couple and the other two were female. I stripped on the bed but couldn't get into it - nowadays I need porn to get off. My phone wasn't working and no "dodgy" channels on the tv so was at a bit of a loss. I knew there was free wifi in the lobby but once I got there all sex websites had been blocked. I was desperate at this point so paid the $5 for in room wifi access despite expecting the same restrictions. Got back to my room went on my Internet browser on my phone loaded up xtube and success! Spent a happy 30 mins viewing porn while teasing my hole and cock until I exploded. I joined my friends on the beach sated at least for the moment. Next morning I woke up and checked my phone for the time and noticed I had a grindr message. Out of habit I logged in the previous day but left the app running in the background as in the UK at least I don't get much joy on there so let guys contact me rather than chase them. He had messaged me about 2am so just after I had hit the sack. His message was in Spanish but after a quick Google translate worked out it was the standard "hi., wanna meet". His profile was hot - muscular toned black man and he had sent me a cock pic - thick meaty and veiny. Best of all he was only 7km from me in the town next to where my resort is. I replied "English? " not really expecting a response but to my delight I got a message back mid morning saying "no english" and in Spanish "free tonight?" Thanks again Google translate. To keep things simple I just gave him my hotel name and a time -10pm. With a couple pics of me taking dick so was clear I was a bottom. He replied back within the hour "ok". I gave him my room number and started to make plans. I tend not to fly with all my tranny gear to avoid embarrassing situations but did have black fishnet holdups and red lingerie with me that I could always claim were for a girlfriend. I went to the hotel clothes shop and bought a cheap sundress and feminine sunhat (I have short hair) and at the onsite chemist bought lipstick blusher and eyeshadow. All set I thought for tonight. I joined my friends for predinner drinks at 8pm and had a few rum and cokes for the nerves. My pals noticed and asked if everything was alright. That gave me the opportunity at 9:15 just as they were heading for dinner for me to claim wasn't feeling great so was going to have an early night. Back in my hotel room I had a quick shower dressed in my lacy red panties and bra. Pulled on my indecently short sundress and my black fishnets. Put on a layer of foundation, some eyeshadow and lipstick. Nearly ready I thought as I looked at the time -9:55. I slipped into the bathroom and fingered some baby oil into my ass put the bottle on the nightstand then laid a beach towel on the bed. Started looking at porn on my phone to get me in the mood. At 10:10 as I was wondering if yet another failed meet there was a knock on the door I checked the spy hole to make sure wasn't one of my friends checking up on me. It wasn't. I invited my new friend in and offered him a (flat) rum and coke I'd bought up from the bar. He declined he was too busy running his eyes up and down my body. I decided to take the initiative and wrapped one leg round him and started to kiss him he responded urgently sticking his tongue in my mouth and could feel him hardening. After a couple mins I pulled away and started to dance for him. Showing my stocking tops and my panty clad ass. I pushed him back on the bed then continued teasing him. I got on all fours in front of him my dress rode up and I pulled my panties to one side and slid a finger into my well lubed hole as I looked over my shoulder at him. He was kneading his cock through his trousers and I decided I needed it now. I crawled up to him and whilst looking in his eyes pulled down his trousers and boxers. His beautiful black cock sprang free and I took the head into my mouth and suckled softly. He tasted clean but manly as I enveloped his whole length into my wanton mouth. I then sucked on his balls for a while until he stood up and took control. He slapped his cock all over my face then slid back into my mouth. He grasped the back of my head and face fucked my mouth. He was aggressive and dominant speaking to me in Spanish i didn't understand a word but loved him using my mouth. He started to force his cock down my throat making me gag and drool all over his cock and balls. He withdrew and stripped completely. I went straight back to work throating his weapon as I massaged his strong thighs and ass. He seemed to be asking me a question a couple times again I had no idea what he was saying. He took his cock out of my mouth and said it again. I shrugged my shoulders and he spun me round and grabbed my ass. Perfect I thought. I took my panties off and got on all fours on the bed. I felt him getting on the bed and a rough finger playing with my hole. It was then replaced with his tongue, I love being rimmed and this guy was more than eager. After a long rimming he reached over for the babyoil fingered some into my hole and lubed his cock up. No mention of condoms at this point and no chance to as he slid into my hole. He got about four inches in then waited for me to adjust. I wiggled my ass and pushed back getting another inch into me, he took the hint and slid in to his balls. I moaned in pleasure/pain and clenched my ass muscles around his tool and reached round to massage his balls. He roughly slapped my hand away grasped my hips and withdrew fully then piled his whole 8inches back in one thrust, i again squeeled in delight and pain. He did this several times over until I was begging him to do it harder and harder. He started to get a good rythym going in my ass pulling out almost completely before plunging back in all the way. I was moaning aloud at the hard fucking I was getting I was urging him on in English he was verbally abusing me in Spanish somehow made it hotter we couldn't verbally communicate. After 15 mins of fucking I could sense a change in his strokes and his breathing got heavier I knew he was going to cum soon. Without warning he pulled out I span round and got my mouth onto his cock just as the first spurts of cum were released. I slurped and swallowed happily like the dirty cum pig I am making sure I didn't waste a drop. He collapsed onto the bed beside me but I wasn't done yet. I quickly got my head buried back between his thighs and licked his shaft and balls until I once again felt signs of life. I looked up at him and saw a look of pure lust in his eyes. I worked him back to full stiffness taking him deep into my throat and holding him there whilst my throat convulsed around his dick. After a few mins of this he pushed me onto my back and held my legs apart surveying my body. I reached down between us stroking his slippery hard cock and tried to slip it back into my ass but he had other ideas. He buried his face into my hole and stuck his tongue up my cunt. I opened my ass wide as I could as he used the fingers of one hand and his tongue to drive me wild. He was jerking me off with one hand and that as well as the expert rimming soon had me shooting ropes of cum over my chest. He grinned at me stood up and could see his chin glistening with my ass juice and his saliva. He scooped the cum off my chest and started fingering it into my hole. Once I cum I'm normally finished but the thought of my cum Lubing my hole got me extra hot. Once he'd used it all he stuck his fingers in my mouth for me to clean as he lined up his rod against my ass. He more than easily slid in this time and had a more leisurely pace as he slid in and out of my fuckhole. He pushed my bra up and started tweaking my nipples and I responded by wrapping my stocking clad legs round his waist Digging my heels into his buttocks forcing him deeper on every thrust into my throbbing hole. By this time we were sweating profusely and drops kept dripping off his body onto my sweaty torso feeling our bodies sliding against each other and it running between our crotches where we were joined. This gentle yet forceful fucking went on for ages every so often he brushed my prostate and my cock jerked in response. Like all good things though it came to an end he suddenly stiffened thrust in me hard, held his position and I could feel him emptying inside of me. I clenched my ass muscles milking every last drop until I felt him start to soften and he slipped out. I eagerly cleaned him up with my mouth and tongue savouring the different flavours until we collapsed back on the bed. All too soon he dressed and gave me a kiss on the cheek and left. As I lay there spreadeagled on the bed with my ruined sloppy ass pointed at the air con I wondered if he'd want a repeat in the 4/5 days I had left.
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  21. Slutty weekend. Between Sat and Sun, I took 6 loads from 5 big black cocks, the biggest ones being 10 inches and 10.5 inches and the smallest about 8 inches. I am in piggy heaven and my hole is still sore on Monday morning.
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  22. You can bet your sweet bare ass that he will get over it in a few weeks if even that long. Now that his cock knows the difference it will nag him relentlessly until it gets what it wants.
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  23. Was the main bottom at a breeding party on Friday night. Had some problems with communication and 'only' 4 actually showed up. I took 7 loads. I was tied and blindfolded, still not quite sure which guy was which guy. One guy got fucked while he was on top of me just after he blew his load deep in my hole. Was an awesome night.
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  24. I've said many times I never turn down a fuck over a guy's insistence on using a condom, and I've recently encountered a guy who has reinforced the wisdom of my thinking. He has a huge fat uncut cock and insists on using condoms. We've fucked several times now and I don't know if he is damaging the condoms before putting them on but everytime he fucks me he gets off on busting the condom. He cums inside me and every time the condom is broken and pushed down around the base of his cock. He is a brutal fuck and I think he is getting off on fucking me so hard it breaks the condom. I am certain it is his goal. That way it is not his fault, and it reinforces what a great fuck he gave me. Either way I don't care, I fucking love it!
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  25. Great story. More please
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  26. Went to a dungeon party last night. Over 200 people RSVP'd but when I showed up there were only about 30 or so. Didn't stop me though. I was walking around in my nasty pig jock and red Nike tennis shoes. I was standing next to a fuck bench watching someone get tied up, when I felt hands on my bare ass and feel up my lubed hole. I was then pushed over and felt a cock rub my tight hole. I huffed the poppers and the cock started to slide inside me. He wasn't gentle but the pain felt good with my popper haze. He was about 7, cut and semi thick. I didn't even get a look at him, but he pounded me fast and furious and I heard him grunt and felt him unload in my hole. He pulled out, and his cock was immediately replaced by another cock, thicker but not as long. This guy kept saying 'WOOF' and really pounding hard, he had me bent over and he was holding onto my hips as I clamped down on his dick with my ass muscles. That pushed him over the edge and he was really howling as he unloaded his load. He pulled out and before another cock slide in I stood up and wanted to walk around. I had a couple guys suck me but I didn't want to cum. Had an cute Asian guy approach me and say he loved my bubble butt and saw me get loaded earlier and asked if I wanted more. Of course I did. He bent me over another bench and fucked me for about 20 minutes, he wasn't really big but he knew how to use it. He was really digging deep and a big crowd was gathering, I was sucking cocks in my face as he was pounding, he asked if I wanted it and I said yes! He started to unload and it was a VERY hot load... Like fire! And it was HUGE. He pulled out and a guy got behind me and ate my ass out. it was sloppy. Asian guy asked for my number and I gave it to him. I messed around with a few other guys, played, sucked and jerked. Then I met this gorgeous cub, taller than me and a little more meat on his bones but totally my type. Beautiful blue eyes and just WOW. We talked a while, made out, and sucked each other. He ate my pits and wow i've never had that happen but it felt amazing! We both jerked off and blew our loads and kept kissing, etc. He needed to leave and I said I did too. Followed each other out and exchanged numbers. I plan on seeing him more... Hopefully a lot.
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  27. I like a loose hole, so that I can spit on it and slide right in without the guy I'm fucking needing me to go gently. Best is when the guy knows how to work his fuckhole, squeezing it tight and then loosening it as he rides, so that I don't have to do the work and he just milks that load out of my nuts like a hungry lil whore.
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  28. my first time going bb the guy was fucking me he said im going to cum in you,i asked him to pull out, he said to late and blew in me,couple days later he was bb me again and as he was close he said im going cum on you, i said id rather you cum in me, i fucking loved it :-)
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  29. This is very hot. WOW I would love to be his boy and take that,
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  30. Another really hot story!
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  31. Sounds like this top did not know his boy very well and his life is about to change big time
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  32. Glasgow Tales 3. Previously… I urged him on, “fuck yeah Pedro, I’m almost ready”. He looked me looking back at him and grinned. Then he started pounding my ass like a man-possessed. I couldn’t keep up with him and it was in a very short time he started breathing low and heavy. He grabbed my hips and muttered something in Spanish and then I could feel his cock fill up and shoot out hot cum straight into my ass. Time slowed down with as he came, my energy and his energy joining, the coke sending everything electric, the cum - we were one being, blissed out on life. As he pulled out I looked at the time – it was 6.45pm. Right so… My name’s Stuart and I about to be late for an appointment with my hopefully new landlords. I’d just had the fuck of my life from a sleazy Spaniard dealer called Pedro and now I was desperately trying to get sober, get showered and get out from his place to run down to this new room I was hoping to rent. The ironic thing was I was hoping to get this room to keep an eye on a mate of mine who was in a bit of a drug spiral – was that real ironic or Alanis Morrissette “ironic”? So how does someone get sober from coke in less than five minutes? Fucked if I know. I had Pedro, who was chuckling to himself, looking up Yahoo Answers for it, but half the answers were preachy fuckwits saying you deserved what you got, and the other half telling me to meditate and not drink coffee. Without time for a shower, Pedro’s cum still in my ass and still not having cum yet, I pulled on my bag and my jacket and headed for the door. Pedro looked up from his phone and said “hey chico, here take this, it might help you calm down a bit”. He tossed me a spliff, which I pocketed, and then, as I was heading out the door, he stuck his thumb in his mouth and ran it down to the shaft of his once-more growing cock and said “then bring that white pussy back to me when you’re finished with your guy. I have a guy lined up tonight, but I’m not through with that ass”. “You’re on” I replied and left, taking the stairs down two at a time. In my coke haze I made good time across the city until I was at the door of Bill’s place (and hopefully soon “my place”, if I made a good impression). Bill answered the door in a rugby shirt and running shorts. At 6”2 with bristly black hair that grew everywhere (the backs of his fingers were like little forests), Bill could be seen as intimidating, but only if you didn’t know him. The local rough types steered clear of him, but for me, I had grown up with him in Skye and remembered the geeky Super-Mario fanatic he was (and still is). I found it hard to see him as anything but a lovable stoner. Speaking of which, he stank of weed. “Dude” I said, wrinkling my nose, “you reek of weed and your landlords are due to meet me here any moment”. He laughed and said “relax, it’ll only be a quick chat I’d say, anyways I’m out for a jog, so you’ve the place to yourself” With that, he pushed past me, giving me the thumbs up, and headed down the road. With Bill gone I looked around the house – it was an old Georgian redbrick that had seen better days. The room I’d be renting was at the back above the kitchen. The kitchen being the only social room in the shared house – the landlords Davie and Blair who lived about five streets away in a decidedly nicer part of town, had converted the living room to another bedroom while they worked on earning enough money to do up the entire place. So the garden was a jungle, all the rooms smelled a little damp, even now in the middle of summer, and it was a good thing they had Bill there, cause he was the only one who was handy enough to keep the whole place from falling apart. All in all there were five bedrooms in the place, all dirt cheap. Top floor there was Bill’s master bedroom where I hung out many a night getting stoned. Across the hall there was a rail-electrician who worked nights and who I’d never met. Bill, in his more paranoid stoner moments, was convinced the guy was a cop on a stake-out. Then there was a split-level with the room for rent and a bathroom. The bathroom-door had a post-it note on it currently, asking people to remember to flush. That would be Sabine, the passive aggressive bitch of a girlfriend to Stefan. The German couple shared a bedroom downstairs and Stefan would often creep up to Bill’s room late at night to have a quick joint after his girlfriend fell asleep. We all wondered why he stayed with her, she must have been a demon in the sack. We used to have fun seeing how many of her post-it notes Bill could make her write in a day. Lastly there was Emmett, who was a “murse” – a male nurse, and who Bill (mainly because of his job) suspected was a fag. Like the guy upstairs, he kept night shifts and I’d never met him. Wondering what to do – it was 7.05pm and my eyes were still rolling my head from the coke-high, I went down to the kitchen and put on the kettle. The kitchen was full of post-it notes again “Who ate my cheese???”, “This is SABINE and STEFAN’s milk!!!” and the classic “Who left these dirty dishes here???” We wondered what would happen if we ever pushed her past a fourth question mark. I decided to make enough tea for everyone and took off my jacket to get comfortable. Soon enough I heard a key turn in the door. “Hello?” I heard a voice call from the hall, as two guys came into the house. The first guy to come was dressed in biker gear – all black leather. As he took off his motorbike helmet I saw he had a shaved head and was in his late forties – weathered, brown eyes with a little hint of grey stubble but well built with a broad frame and serious muscle under all that leather – this must be Blair – the older of the two. As we made eye contact I saw the second man behind him come into view. This must be Davie I thought, as the younger man (about mid thirties) pulled off his leather jacket. He was wearing a fitted checked shirt and one of those Che Guevara green caps over ear-length curly hair. As he turned and his bright blue eyes made contact with mine, all I could think was “fuck, I’m in love”. Bill never mentioned his landlords were fucking hot! As the two came into the kitchen I shook their hands and we sat down for some tea. I kept stealing glances at the two of them when I thought they wouldn’t notice. Blair was seriously buff and after removing his biker jacket, he was just wearing a tight fitting black t-shirt to complement his leather pants. His gym-work must have been impeccable cause every inch of his skin on display was an anatomy lesson. Davie was a slimmer but still had a gym-fit build with pale skin like mine, and his face looked like it had been lifted off a Caravaggio or one of those painters. Those bouncy curls that framed his face with its gorgeous cheekbones... I realised noone had talked in a while, and they were looking at me expectantly. “Um so yeah” I started “I’ve known Bill from when we were kids” I could see the two exchange curious glances. “Stuart”, Davie quietly said, “we were asking you what you did for money?” “Oh right” I replied, “I’m currently working a landscape gardening company. It’s just me and my boss Angus”. (Ok, relax Stuart – I thought – you don’t have to give them your life story). “We do a lot of the gardens in the area. It keeps the wolf from the door while I’m figuring out what to do next, and keeps me fit too – I mean, just look at these guns” as I flexed my biceps. (Oh wait – did I actually just say that?) – I caught up with myself – it was like my mouth was running two speeds faster than my brain. (Quick! Laugh it off and move on!) “Ahem, but I am planning to go back to college in a year and work on a PhD in horticulture” –(ok slow down), I continued “maybe do some work with the Botanic Gardens and so anyways I had to move to be closer to work, Angus is a real slave-driver (seriously dude, slow the fuck down) and Bill mentioned there was a room going here, he just let me in just before you came, he hasn’t given me a key or anything”. Davie laughed a little nervously, his eyes twinkling as he reached across the table to me “Relax, Stuart”, he said, “I can tell since we’ve given you little notice to meet us and you’re probably a bit nervous” His whole look was that of a trendy student-professor type, I think he said he worked in Caledonian or one of the others. His hand gently touched my forearm. “now tell me, why are you all wired up?” (Fuck he knows!) “Did Bill really give you such a terrible impression of us?” (Oh nevermind). I laughed and distractedly patted my hand on Davie’s. “Sorry guys, you’re right, you caught me at a bad time – I had to race across town from another meeting, and I guess my body’s still in that Speedy-Gonzales-mode”. Blair’s eyebrows raised and he shot a look to Davie. He asked “So where was it you were coming from, lad?” “Oh, em, a sorta friend I guess” I replied. “And does this “sorta friend” have a name?” Blair continued. (Why all of a sudden did I feel like I was back in Skye being asked who I was meeting by my parents, when I going off to blow the vicar’s son Aldous – but that’s another story). “His name’s Pedro” I replied, “he’s a new acquaintance I guess”. Blair and Davie smiled back at me “ah, that sorta friend” Blair laughed. Davie smirked “I knew you were gay the second…” he took a breath “the second Bill told us on the phone”. They both broke out laughing. Smug bastards. “Well we’re sorry we interrupted your budding sorta-friendship”. I laughed too, they seemed to get me. I piped up, “and to answer your question Davie, Bill did not give me a terrible impression and he definitely didn’t tell me how fit you guys are! When I think of a pair of gay landlords I would never have thought of the pair of you – I see ye both as gym instructors maybe” I quipped (ok – tone it down Stuart). Davie looked at Blair and said “well, flattery will get you everywhere!” Standing up, he said “well we should really show you the room, before you make poor Pedro jealous” With that we went up the stairs to the room. The narrow room was pretty bare with a bed and mattress in to the right as you opened the door. To the left was a wardrobe and chest of drawers with an ashtray on it and after that a sink. The room’s real feature was its Georgian windows facing out over the garden and an original fireplace – vital for keeping the place warm in winter. Davie was just finishing “and when we renovate, that’s where the pelmet will be”. I was not looking at where he was pointing (what the fuck is a pelmet anyway?) but at the gap of pale skin he left exposed from his fitted check shirt to his cords. Was that line a cum-gutter? Nice six-pack Davie! And the lad was obviously packing too from the way he was standing. ‘Stuart?” Davie asked me, smiling as I tore my eyes away from his crotch, “ I was asking you if you were had a boyfriend or anything? The room might be a bit small for a couple” “Oh, no” I replied, “just a few sorta friends” I joked. Blair was standing behind me, and reached over me to pick up the ashtray. I could smell his spicy aftershave and thought – If I can smell them, are they smelling Pedro right now…? “Looks like Bill’s been smoking his wacky-baccy in here again” Blair said as he emptied the ashtray. Davie smirked, “Fuck I’d kill for a joint right now” Blair replied “Fuck, I’d fuck for a joint right now” I laughed at the two of them and then I thought of the joint that Pedro left me. Blair lifted up my jacket that he’d brought from the kitchen. “Looking for something?” he asked, and with that he pushed me onto the bed. “What’s going on?” I asked mock-innocent, Blair pulled out the giant joint that Pedro gave me. “What do you call this laddy?” he barked. “You don’t honestly think we hadn’t realised you’ve been fucked up the entire time you’ve been here?” Davie sat down beside me and put his hands on either side of my face “Honestly, Stuart! Your eyes are as big as plates. Look at me for a second”. I was freaking the fuck out. “Wait”, I gasped, “I can explain”. I looked up to see Blair and Davie saying something about “are we doing this?” I immediately thought “this” was “calling the police”. “Guys, wait, look I’m sorry” I appealed to them, “You’re right I’ve been a bit stoned since I came here” I lied, “I thought it would calm me down, but it’s wound me up instead and now I’ve made a balls of the interview” I stood up and turned to the two of them on the bed. “Please, if there’s anyway I can “unfuck-up” this meeting let me know” Blair and Davie looked at each other and smiled. Blair turned to me and said “So you think you can come into our home, and get baked and flirt shamelessly with the two of us, all for what – to get a room?” “No” I denied, “I honestly just want to live with Bill – he’s been a friend from childhood and we get on well – I’m never normally this baked – I just got stoned with Pedro on a new strain of weed, and I guess I didn’t react well to it” Davie pulled out a lighter and lit up the spliff in Blair’s hands, he asked “is this the same weed Stuart?” as Blair took a deep drag. “So let’s see what effect it has” Davie continued and with that took a drag himself, his perfect lips drawing in the fumes, his blue eyes holding eye-contact with me before disappearing in the exhaled smoke. “Fuck, that’s strong stuff” Blair muttered, then asked “so what else did you and your stoner friend Pedro get up to?” I gulped, I knew where this conversation was going – at least I thought I did. Davie knelt up on the bed, all the while staring straight at me. He whispered something to Blair, who, laughing, said “yeah that’s a good idea”. As they were talking I realised just how fucked up I was, my knees were actually full-on trembling! “Stuart” Blair asked, “I want you to show us what you did with your friend Pedro, what happened first?” I hesitantly replied “um, I know Pedro through a fuck-buddy of mine”, I took a deep breath, and thought - well here goes nothing, “I went to his apartment at 4 o’ clock and the door was ajar. He was kneeling on the bed waiting for me, smoking a spliff” “Like this?” Blair interrupted and kneeled up on the bed beside Davie, taking a drag of the spliff, and then released it and asked “and what did you do?” Both watched me intently like cats that have their prey cornered and are just waiting for the right time to pounce. “Fuck this” I thought to myself, “go balls deep or go home” and facing my landlords, I quickly pulled off my top, slid off my underwear and trousers and stepped naked in front of them. “Then I sucked his cock” I said, and knelt down in front of them, licking my lips. Davie’s cords took no time to unbutton, and sure enough he was sporting a sizable cock at about 7 inches but almost that again in girth – a proper coke can cock. As I knelt and freed his cock I looked into both of their eyes. They were just as mesmerised by the scene as I was. Freeing Blair’s cock took a little more time – one-handed while stroking Davie’s cock it took a while to get the strong zip on the Blair’s leather pants down. It was then I realised they were shaved their pubes. I took Davie’s cock in my mouth while looking up at both of them. I ran my fingers over the day-old stubble up to their hard firm stomachs. Davie took a pull of the joint and then passed it down to me. After taking a toke I swapped over to Blair’s dick. He too was about 7 inches but not as thick as Davie and with a bright purple head. Blair pulled up his tight black t-shirt up revealing his abs and pecs as I swallowed his cock down to the root. Davie started to play with Blair’s obviously enhanced nipples and he shuddered as I picked up pace. “The boy sure knows how to suck cock” he said, eyes closed with one hand grabbing the back of my head. He then started bucking into my mouth. I gagged a little but went with it, loving how full my mouth was feeling. Meanwhile Davie bent down to help me with Blair’s cock, and we battled it out with our mouths over it – making a tunnel for it between our mouths, and then we found ourselves kissing passionately. I was kissing Davie, Bill’s insanely hot landlord, unbuttoning his shirt and running my hands over his smooth pale chest. His pillowy lips engulfed mine and his tongue rose up to enter my mouth and I opened my eyes to see his crystal blues staring straight back at me. I felt this odd surge of emotion through me and it felt like Davie was feeling it as well. When I went down on Davie’s cock, Blair came around behind me and whispered two things into my ears, “We knew you were high as soon as you started babbling in the kitchen” and “we know it’s not just weed you’re on”. Then he grabbed my hair and started vigorously throat-fucking Davie with my head. I nearly fucking choked, there were tears running down my face. “You want this room don’t you Stuart, but you need to convince us why we should give a junkie like you a chance”, he then leaned forward and looking me in the eyes he licked the tears from my face. “I’ll be your new fucking landlord, is that what you want?” Blair whispered in my ears as he jerked his lover off with my mouth. “What else are you on Stuart? You can tell me” “Omghfjhddf” is all I could manage to say – as my mouth was quite obviously in use. “What’s that?” Davie asked, jerking back my head off of his cock. I gasped for air, and ’fessed up, “I did some coke with Pedro, it was my first time, he said I’d be sober by the time I got to you”. Davie looked at Blair, they both blinked a few times and then erupted in laughter. “Right” Blair said, “where’s this Pedro live? We’re gonna pay him a visit someday, but not before I get my first load out. Davie, prepare the boy” Davie looked at me, and grinned and said “well done Stuart, you’ve done the right thing telling us”, and then scooted to my ass and shortly shouted up “Looks like Pedro’s done some damage here” and then I felt Davie’s tongue dive between my cheeks looking for the foamy traces of Pedro’s load. Blair shoved me onto his cock as his partner licked me clean of Pedro’s seed. I deep throated Blair’s cock for all I was worth, banging my face on his defined abs and reach a hand up to play with his pumped up nips. Davie came up for air and got up on the bed facing away from me. “Get down on my lover’s ass boy” Blair barked and with no hesitation I dove right in. Even though he had looks like an angel, Davie had a well-worn hole that had seen some traffic – This was no young twink I was playing with. He opened quickly to my tongue and I licked off all the sweat of his day from him. Taking my cue from Pedro’s lingering ass-play I used my jaw and worked fingers into my routine. Davie was toking the remains of the spliff and grinding his ass back into me, loving the extra-special attention while reaching back to grab my cock. It didn’t really work so he turned around and ducked under me 69 style, presenting his hole to me while engulfing my cock. While I started to rim Davie, Blair had been tasting Pedro out of my ass. When Davie switched up the positions on the mattress, Blair spoke up “I think the young slut has had coke up his ass – I can taste it”. I chuckled at this point and said “yeah you got me Blair, now will you shove something else up there?” Blair chuckled “Oh, ya finally grew a bit of a spine did ya?” I just reached back with both hands and pulled my cheeks further apart. “Hang on lad” Blair said, “I’ll destroy ye, take a hit of this first” and passed me on some poppers he obviously had had on him the entire time. After a little bit of rearranging and me fumbling with the plastic seal for a bit, we were finally set. I was doggy-style diagonally across the corner of the bed sticking out into the centre of the room. Davie was under me, sucking Blair’s and my cock at the same time. I took the first hit off of the newly opened bottle. The room started to spin a bit as I reached back to give them to Blair. Moments later when he had his hit and passed them on to Davie, I felt Blair’s cockhead at my asshole. At this stage the poppers were properly lighting up inside me and added to the weed and coke my ass was on fire. Blair (with Davie’s guidance), got his cock about halfway up when I needed another hit of poppers. I kept thinking this would have been easier with a bit more lube than what Pedro left. This time I said down to Davie, “I’m gonna finger your ass, and I want you to guide Blair in the same way I’m fingering you”. Then I licked my thumb and taking a deep hit of the poppers I guided it down to Davie’s spit-slick tunnel until I reached halfway, then I started to pull and push slowly working my way deeper into his well fucked hole. Seconds late I felt Blair’s cock push and pull inside me and I smiled, ‘that’s it, yeah!” Working in two more fingers I got the thumb, index and middle finger in to the second knuckle and started to gentle rock them in and out of Davie’s sphincter. Sure enough Davie got Blair to follow suit, and we soon had a decent rhythm going where I’d slow Blair down or speed him up depending on my finger-fucking of his lover. Davie wanted more and more of me in his ass, and his eagerness lead to me increasing the pace of my fingering and thus my own fucking. I’d say Davie had been fisted a few times, and if I had the right lube I would have tried it, but maybe next time. Blair’s cock, lubed with spit and Pedro’s cum, felt massive inside me, I could feel his cock swelling up against my insides. I quickened the pace once more pulling my fingers out and then shoving them roughly back in again. Davie grunted and then set to work getting Blair to copy my rhythm. Blair needed no encouragement. He thrust quicker and deeper into me, and as he got close to the point of no return, I grabbed my cock out of Davie’s mouth and pulled him around to face me. For a few seconds time stood still, as we locked gazes. Then Blair started to shout "oh fuck yeah" as pounded my ass while he came. I held to Davie and passionately kissed him while one handedly getting to cliamx myself. I felt that I could feel every drop of Blair’s juice’s swimming in my gut and while looking into Davie’s wonderful blue eyes, I started to lose it myself and cum a fullbody shuddering orgasm. I came all over Davie’s stomach and he chuckled at my orgasm face. Then, looking down at the jiz he frowned and said “pity, next time I want that inside me”. I smiled, raised and eyebrow and said “does that mean I have the room?”
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  33. CONTINUED... He walked slowly toward me. His domination was complete. I was his. He took my hand and pressed it against my chest. I opened my hand and felt the hard muscle under his shirt. Justin smiled at me. I started to tug at his shirt and he stopped me. "You gotta ask first," he said. "Can I take your shirt off, please?" "Not good enough. Call me 'Sir'" The little punk was into control. "Can I take your shirt off, Sir?" He nodded and I pulled his shirt over his head. I ran my hands over his chest, feeling the warm, firm muscle. I was overwhelmed with desire. Justin grabbed the back of my head and pressed my face into his chest. I stuck my tongue out and licked at his beautiful body. He moaned as I lathered his pecs with my tongue, paying special attention to his erect nipples. I worshiped his entire torso with my lips and tongue, and eventually found myself on my knees before him. Looking up at him with intense desire I swallowed hard and asked, "Can I, Sir, please?" "What do you want?" The little fuck. He was going to make me say it. "I want to suck your cock, Sir...please!" Justin just looked down at me with a smirk on his face for a few moments. He was enjoying the control. He knew I'd do anything for him. "You'd better be good or I'll make you stop." "Yes, Sir!" I unfastened his belt while groping his bulge. I unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down his narrow hips. Justin's cock tented his stark, white briefs. I drooled over his meat. Not once had I seen his manhood. I'd always avoided looking when Justin was completely naked. I knew now that I'd been saving that sight for this very moment. I slid his briefs down and his hard cock sprang up. I wasted no time. I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, tasting his sweet precum. Justin moaned. Hungry for his dick, I pulled more and more of the long shaft between my lips. Justin had one nice cock, about seven and a half inches long and perfectly straight. It was slightly this and throbbed with intensity. I drew inch after inch of dick between my lips, savoring the taste and texture of the hot meat. Justin moaned again. I knew the feelings I was creating for him. I knew I was serving him well. I sucked and slurped my way down his tool. My tongue was busy exploring his shaft. I slid my lips right down to the base and buried my nose in his dark, trimmed pubes. His scent engulfed me, so virile, sexy, still strong after his recent shower. I loved it as I held his cock in my mouth and fondled his nuts. I worked my way back up the shaft until his cock popped from my lips. I drew it in once more, concentrating on the sensitive head. Again I swallowed the shaft, savoring every moment of contact, every throb of his manmeat. I was in heaven. I could have sucked his cock forever. I was lost in the moment and accidentally scraped Justin with my teeth. He pulled his cock from my mouth. "I told you you'd better be damned good or I'd make you stop!" "Please, please let me suck it, Sir!" "No!" I wanted to grab the little fucker and suck him anyway, but he was in control and ordered "Take off your shirt." I did as I was told. "Now strip off everything else." Soon I was naked before him. He looked me up and down and remarked "Nice body, Coach...and it's all mine." "Can I suck your dick now, Sir?" "No! We're gonna do something else." Justin looked at me wickedly and stroked his cock. He was rock hard. I wanted to wrap my lips around his meat so bad. He bent over and reached into his gym bag. His tight little butt made me drool. I wanted to reach out and touch it. Justin stood up with a bottle of lube in his hand. He poured out a generous amount on his long, straight cock. "You're gonna get fucked, Coach...raw." "I'm not really into...." "Shut up, Coach! You said you'd do as I told you. I said I'd tell you when the time came. IT'S TIME. Now bend over!" "Justin, I...." "DO IT!" Justin grabbed me roughly and pushed me over the desk. He walked behind me and positioned his dickhead against my hole. I wanted to suck his cock, over and over, but didn't really want to be fucked. "Justin..." "Shut up! You're gonna get fucked and that's all there is to it! I know you want it, bitch. Tell me you don't want my cock and we'll end it." I remained silent. "Yeah, that's what I thought!" Justin pushed and his thick dick slipped in past me ring. I grunted in pain. Justin pushed his cock deeper into my ass. I groaned. It hurt, but at the same time it aroused me like I'd never been aroused before. I wasn't used to being fucked, but there was something so sexy and hot about this beautiful man's thick, raw cock sliding into my ass. Justin grabbed my hips and sank his dick deeper and deeper into my ass. He moaned as he buried his entire shaft up inside me. He leaned over and pressed hard. His bare dick felt like it was a foot long...and thick! He worked it around, pushing buttons I didn't even know I had, then drew it back out and plunged it back in again. I relaxed and the pain subsided. My entire consciousness was focused on Justin's raw cock sliding in and out of my ass. I was aware of each movement, each centimeter of the skin-to-skin contact. My own cock grew rock hard as Justin used me and my hole to fulfill his sexual needs. "You have one tight hole, Coach. Ugh!" It should have been tight. Guys had wanted my ass, but none had violated it, until Justin That little punk took my cherry. But the pain was gone. It was all pleasure. I wanted to be fucked. I wanted to be fucked hard and bred deep. As if he could read my mind, Justin picked up the pace. He forced his cock up my ass harder and faster. He fucked me full force. With each thrust, he drove his dick into me with greater power. Soon, he had to grip my hips harder to steady himself as he pounded away at my ass. He fucked me harder and harder, drilling me and moaning like an animal. My cock was rock hard and my nuts were churning. Without ever having touched it once, I blew. Thick, sticky jets of my jizz spewed all over the desk. Spurt after spurt of my DNA spewed everywhere. I moaned loudly as I emptied my nuts. I threw my head back and actually howled with the pleasure. Every time Justin's thick, raw cock slammed deep into my asshole, another hot jet of jizz spewed from my throbbing tool. I'd never had an orgasm like that before. Justin went nuts fucking my ass. He was totally out of control. He used me. He abused me and I loved it! Then I felt his dick swell within me. I felt it throb and jerk. This beautiful god moaned as spurt after spurt of his punk spunk shot deep into my ass. His cock pumped with each and every jet of his baby batter. Justin kept cumming and cumming, moaning as he unloaded his nuts deep within me. Just when I thought he had nothing left, Justin rammed his bone even deeper and shot off one more rope of his DNA in my open and hungry hole. That punk sure could cum! He'd fucked me like a maniac as he blew his load. At last, he shot his final blast and fell on me. We stood, panting and sweating, our hearts pounding in our chests. "You're one good fuck, Coach!" Justin said, smiling broadly and beautifully with all his charm. "And you're getting extra credit," I said. We dressed, and Justin left soon after, but not before ordering me to report to his apartment that weekend to service his needs. My cock grew in anticipation. I couldn't wait to serve the wild young stud again.
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  34. To end this, he told me he is undetactavle and we Met. He said he Wants to blindfold me behause it is hot. I agreed an we did it. But we werent alone. 5 friends of his were there and all fuxked me. Later they told me all are poz.
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  35. Part V As my new buddy finished the kiss and got up, I could feel his cock pull out of my ass and it looked like another guy was stepping forward also. At this point I passed out again. When I finally woke up I was a little off my bearings of where I was at for a bit and then turning over to my side I realized I was laying on a cot and remembered I had had too much to drink and had passed out as my new buddy and his friend were going to help me to this cot to lay down for a bit. It must have been more than a bit though as it was now dark out. There were lights on an I looked at my watch and hells bells it was just past 9 at night. I had been out a good 5 hours. Damn, I had to get up and as I sat up my bud came walking up and asked how I was doing? I asked him why he had let me sleep so long and he said they had tried 3 or 4 times to get me up but couldn't so gave up. I though oh hell got to never drink in the daytime again. My clothes were stacked neatly on a chair at the foot of the cot. I sat up to reach for them and it hit me that my ass sure was sore for some reason. I looked around and both tables and the sling were busy again. I just shook my head and reache for my things. There were 5 or 6 guys standing around talking. I wasn't paying much attention but overheard some while I sat there trying to get my bearings more to get dressed. The little I picked up was something about a guy who had been in the sling, real cum dump, out of it, probably going to be poz soon (whatever that meant), must have taken 30 or 35 loads(whatever that meant too). My new bud came by again and the guy who had grabbed my ass too. Told them my legs were still mighty rubbery for some reason, which got a laugh out of the guy. My bud gave him a look of some kind and he stopped though. We just sat there for a bit and talked about nothing really for a bit. Then one of the guys who had been standing around talking came over. I looked up and he stuck his hand out and I reached out and we shook hands and he said something weird about me being his hero as he didn't think he could handle as many. He then turned and walked off. I just sat there and stared at him wondering what the hell he was talking about. My bud and the other guy both had huge grins on their faces. I had no idea what was going on but was starting to think someone was pulling one on me or something but couldn't figure it out. I tried standing again and made it to my feet finally. I grabbed my shorts to pull them on and as I bent over to step into them I all at once felt something wet on my ass and as I straightened up a veritable gusher seemed to come out of my ass. I quickly stepped aside away from the cot thinking I had all of a sudden developed the damn dreaded runs or diarrhea. As I looked down I noticed that was not what it was though. It seemed to be wet and even somewhat white in appearance. I stuck a finger in it to see and it was sticky and slippery at the same time. I lifted my finger to my nose and sniffed it and it had very little odor but one I know I had smelled before but couldn't place it. I then got real brave and stuck my tongue out and tasted it too. Still wasn't sure what it was but had a familiar taste to it also. I was at a loss. I looked up and my bud and the other guy were both trying not to laugh. I told them "Okay, now let me in on the joke, guys. What were you up to while I was out?" "You don't remember anything?" my bud asked, as he reached over, grabbed a towel and threw it to me to wipe off with as the liquid was oozing down my thighs. "No, nothing like this has ever happened to me before. I have no idea what's going on, but it sure is a mess," I answered. "Don't worry - I've seen it before," by bud answered. I wiped off and then finally was able to get my shorts on. I sat down again and as I did I heard a loud moan and looked up to see the guy in the sling being apparently filled again and loving it. As I looked my mind cleared a bit and I then remembered the fall earlier onto the table with the other guy falling on top of me. It was a little fuzzy but then it seemed like something happened. I then remembered something at my butt and yes, something wet and feeling good. I then remembered that whatever it had been felt so good I had a hardon like crazy. I looked up and both guys were grinning again. I was starting to remember things a little but foggy. I told them I must have had a hell of a dream. They both in unison told me to tell them about it. So I told them what I had remembered so far and as I was telling it I remembered more. I remember the guy having his fingers in my hole and then pulling them out and something larger going in and then in and out making my cock harder than hell. I then remember him pulling away from me and then a blank for a bit. Then it seemed I had woke up on the cot but my arms and legs were bound somehow and my buddy was between my legs then. I told them I seemed to be able to feel something going in and out of my hole again and my buddy apparently doing it. I then remember seeing a mirror and being able to see his cock going in and out of my ass. Then it felt so good my own cock started erupt and my buddy seemet to be done about the same time. I said wow what a dream. I then said there seemed to be a blank but every so often I had a vision of another guy and another guy between my legs for quite some time. I shook my head to clear out some more cobwebs but really couldn't think of anything else till I woke up a little bit ago. I said being around you gay guys sure made my imagination run wild in my sleep. They both were laughing like crazy as I stood up and pulled on my shirt. My sore as again seemed to be seeping fluids and I quickly pulled my shorts down and grabbed the towel again just a huge blob of stuff came out. I wiped it up and sat down again wondering what the hell was going on. Just then another guy came walking up and as I looked up he was asking my new buddy how I was doing and had they filled me in on how many cocks I had had in me yet? My mouth dropped open at that and I said what, what, what is he talking about. I couldn't even hardly talk it was such a shock what he had said. He said oh, sorry I thought they had told you already and turned and beat a hasty retreat. I looked from my buddy to the other guy. They both kind of looked down and the other guy said he had told me about that nice looking ass of mine might be trouble. He went on to tell me that when I had fallen on the table and him on top of me it was just too much for him and he had dived down and started to rim my ass and it had tasted so sweet he couldn't stop himself and soon had his fingers in my hole and then it was really too much and he had then stood up and in the heat of the moment and me moaning like crazy had fucked me and blew his load in me deep. I just sat and stared. I said I thought that was a dream. He kind of chuckled then and said it was dreamy anyway and a virgin hole had about driven him nuts with how good it felt.
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  36. I could have written that. I'm 29 and have been taking it bareback since I was 18. Never been on anything, and I never ask status. For me personally precautions wreck the experience. I flat out refuse to take a cock that has a protective barrier around it. For me it would be a watered down experience. Everyone is different so go with what makes you happy.
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  37. On holiday/vacation, alone, 10000 km from home. A poz guy came around to my hotel yesterday and fucked me twice. He has a high viral count, and is not on meds. I KNEW what I was doing, and want it more. We're seeing each other again next week. Fuck, is he hot!!!!!
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  38. PART 2 After a short walk, we reached a grim alley with a dark staircase leading down to the basement of an old brick building. A lonely scarlet lightbulb flickered at the bottom of the staircase. I looked at my chaperone worriedly, but then his eyes flickered with that same red glow as before, and I lost myself in his wicked half-smile. “After you,” he said with a flourish. Everything looked red in this light—his skin, his eyes, his teeth. (But why were his teeth suddenly so…shiny? How could his smile glisten like that when everything else was a dim wash of scarlet?) I wondered, but I didn’t ask. I didn’t ask about anything, really—I simply followed this man whose dark energy pulsed and throbbed across the surface of my skin. I glanced back to reassess the strange glint in his teeth, then decided I was just imagining things again. With that, I dutifully walked down the stairs. As I made my descent, I felt an unexpected rush of heat—but not like a rise in outside temperature. It was more like a warmth radiating from the depths of my smooth, quivering, not-yet-fucked hole. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, the door didn’t seem to be a door at all—more like a dense patch of shadows. I looked back at Abraxas for reassurance. He responded by motioning me inside. That’s the first time I entered his sanctuary. I’ve always called it the Red Red Room—the kind of place where even the walls seemed to pulse with their own heartbeat. In that room, nearly everything was the same shade of visceral, rosebud red. As my eyes adjusted, I began to notice a little bit of black here and there to add shape and dimension, plus a few dark-yellow eyes in some of the artwork. In fact, the walls were full of paintings -- every single one having something to do with sex -- and every image was stamped with various obscure symbols that I couldn’t quite make out. That’s when I felt the arm of Abraxas fall on my shoulder. He leaned down and whispered in my ear: “Welcome to the local branch of my corporation.” As he said that, his mouth slid down to my neck, and his long tongue slowly licked the length of my jugular. “Are you ready to have some fun?” he asked, the vibrations in his voice sending a chill across my backbone. “Oh, definitely,” I replied, inclining my head to the left so he had better access to my neck. “That’s fucking beautiful,” he said, tracing that prominent vein in my neck with his fingernail. (But why were his fingernails so sharp?) Then, with a guttural snarl, he grabbed my head with both hands, holding it tight. He withdrew his tongue. I immediately sensed the press of his teeth—now incredibly sharp—against my skin. I distinctly felt two painful punctures that plunged well below the surface. At first, I gasped with a little more pain than pleasure; moments later, with a little more pleasure than pain. Meanwhile, he kept his teeth buried beneath his skin, and I felt something pulse outward from those fresh puncture wounds—almost like a cloud of hot liquid filling my body. He withdrew his teeth. Within seconds, I felt myself take a sharp breath inward, followed by a violent coughing fit. As I coughed, Abraxas casually tore a perfectly straight line down the back of my T-shirt and shorts and underwear, all at once, all in a single motion, causing all of my clothes to fall to the floor in a single clump. The heat of the room traveled along the surface of my suddenly naked body. I turned to look at Abraxas, and was surprised to find that he was naked, too. My eyes immediately locked on his quietly throbbing dick as it extended out from a dense patch of fur, its long upward curve perfectly bridging the 10-inch gap between us. “You don't need to know what just happened--not yet, anyway,” he said. “I'll explain that later. Right now, you just need to enjoy your body, and you need to embrace your hunger. Are you hungry, my little angel Michael?” I shivered at the slightest touch of his cockhead as it pressed against my stomach. “Yes. I am. But I don’t know what I’m hungry for.” “But let's be clear: you're hungry. Right, boy?” “Oh, yes.” “Do you want me to feed you?” I didn't hesitate. “Yes, please.” "C'mon then, angelboy,” he said, running his tongue along the fresh puncture wounds in my neck as he trailed a sharp fingernail down the line of my back. “We'd better do something about that appetite."
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  39. I took 102 loads on a recent 10-day trip to Atlanta, all anonymous - in my motel room some (face down, ass up) but mostly in sex clubs and gloryhole bookstores - bringing my total to 967 for the year. I'm about to move for a job to the middle of nowhere in the mountains of Virginia. Have scoped it out and luckily there's some redneck cum to be found, but I'm hoping to hit 1000 doses of sperm in my ass before I drive down from the urban north or at least on my way there (thanks to some pretty decent truck stops on the route), since the tally will surely take a slow turn once I'm deep in the hills it's a great gig where I'm headed, but a tough town for a cumdump.
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  40. I'm going to agree with wood on this one. There would be no difference between PrEP sex and PrEP free sex other than mentally. The idea of it being "so intense" is completely psychological and likely had more to do with the poz partner wanting either the dominance of infecting someone, or the co-dependence of not being the only poz person in the relationship. I know I would probably get flamed for saying this, but I don't believe there is any excuse for infecting someone in a day and age where the combination of PrEP and anti-viral regimen for poz men can reduce the risk to nearly 0. HIV is not diabetes, and the health care costs are still ridiculously high - you may have great insurance, but you can believe everyone else deals with a higher premium.
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  41. I got horny today, browsed some fics and tried my hand at writing one. Never written anything like this before, hope it’s decent. “Prag” has the same meaning as “prison bitch”, I used it because typing bitch so often got repetitive. “Boy” and “kid” in this story refer to young adults, around 18-24 years old. ------------------------------------------------------------------- This was it. Months of thinking it over, asking myself if I was sure it was what I wanted, and now it was finally happening. I was going to take the plunge. After making sure my ass was completely cleaned out and ready for what promised to be an intense, unforgettable night, I took a quick shower and looked back on the last few months. I had been lucky to meet Jamaal online. A hot, beefy daddy, very muscular, slightly hairy, but with just enough padding to give him a burly bear build. His body drove me wild. He was into stuff that even other pigs would find kinky, and had a forceful personality that made even a reluctant bottom eager to completely, utterly submit. His veiny, uncut cock was just slightly over ten inches long, as big around as a soda can at the base, with a head that was even bigger. I wasn't usually into black guys, but I wanted to be an utter slut for Jamaal. He could (and soon would) do anything he wanted to me. I had blown Jamaal several times, usually getting all but an inch or so of his cock down my throat before gagging. The first time my jaw had gotten sore from trying to open wide enough for him, but I had gotten used to his girth quickly. The length still gave me problems. Jamaal assured me he'd be curing me of my gag reflex in the coming weeks. I had bottomed for plenty of guys, but had never taken a cock anywhere near Jamaal's size. I was a bit nervous, but had wanted to take his cock up my ass for a long time. Jamaal refused to top me unless I took his dick bareback, let him fuck me as rough and deep as he wanted no matter how much it tore up my ass; he wanted to fuck me like a prison bitch. Jamaal meant that last part literally. In our chats online, I found out he had taken part in a botched robbery attempt that left a security guard dead and a police officer (who had happened to be patrolling nearby) badly injured. He had refused to snitch on his accomplices, and had ended up serving almost twenty years (though the original sentence was far less; he had his sentence extended several times due to his behavior while in prison). You see, it was in prison that Jamaal had discovered his love of fucking guys in the ass (a lack of consent had never stopped him from getting what he wanted, and his "take what I want" attitude had only barely been held in check since his release a few years back). Prison was where he learned that, even if they only did it out of fear, a man was naturally better at sucking cock than a woman could ever hope to be. It was where he discovered that a man's ass, involuntarily clenched in pain and terror, was tighter than even a virgin pussy. Where he discovered the sheer, sadistic pleasure of brutally violating and humiliating someone, breaking them down, completely and irreparably, just for his own perverse gratification. Prison was also where he contracted HIV. Jamaal figured he had caught the bug early on, either from blood exchanged during one of his many 'new meat' fights. 'New meat' fights occur for each good-looking inmate goes through unless the newbie immediately accept life as a prag. Jamaal also speculated he may have caught the bug after being patched up after in the infirmary as the safety precautions of normal hospitals were often ignored, sometimes to save money, sometimes because the doctors and nurses just didn't give a shit, often because unqualified personnel who didn't know what the fuck they were doing were put in charge of the inmates' care. Jamaal claimed guys had attempted to rape him but had never succeeded, and that such attempts led him to join a gang. While not interested in operations like smuggling and selling drugs, or any real leadership role, he had quickly risen to prominence within the gang, thanks to his loyalty to the other gang members and his tendency to win fights (and leave his enemies nearly, but not quite, dead). Jamaal guessed he had pozzed about two dozen or so white men (mostly young boyish guys, like me), a couple of Asians, and perhaps a half dozen or so Latinos, during his two-decade prison term. The younger and weaker a guy was, the more likely he'd end up with a cock in his ass at some point. Some prags were new inmates who had willingly (though not eagerly) given up their bodies in exchange for drugs and/or protection. Some had been transferred from other prisons, already so beaten down and broken that they just accepted their fate as cumdumps for the bigger, stronger inmates. Some of them fought, usually a new inmate, someone who didn’t realize that winning the fight today just meant you were exhausted for tomorrow’s fight. Sometimes it took months to beat and fuck the fight out of them. Jamaal liked it when they had some fight in them, some fire. He liked seeing a little bit of that fire extinguished each time a kid would lose a fight, and DAMN, Jamaal loved seeing the look of horror and despair on their face at the moment they realized the fight wasn’t going in their favor, that they were going to lose, going to be held down again, beaten again, humiliated and robbed of their manhood - again. He had only fucked another black inmate one time. Jamaal had viciously beaten and then helped gang rape a mouthy black kid who had, on the kid's first day in gen pop, tried to show he was tough shit by claiming a bitch of his own. Unfortunately for him, he chose the wrong boy to fuck. Jamaal had his own prag, a Latino in his early 30s, but his gang had a few shared fuckboys as well, mostly young white boys who had been stupid enough to try to survive on their own rather than join a gang. At the end of a ten-on-one fight, even the toughest bastard would usually find himself bent over with a cock viciously plowing his asshole. True, the Aryans preyed on the younger white inmates they didn't feel were tough enough to join their ranks, and they might slap their bitches around a little for fun, or to keep them in line, but they didn't brutalize and torture them for fun the way black inmates did when they had a white bitch under their control. Any new white inmate with a brain would join a white gang, either as a member or a willing prag, rather than be taken as a slave by the black gangs, and Jamaal’s gang wasn’t nearly as sadistic as some of the others when it came to their bitches. Still, the thugs in Jamaal's gang viewed their bitches as property, which meant they could do whatever they wanted to them, but it also meant they were fiercely territorial when it came to their prags. When Jamaal found out someone outside his gang had raped one of their bitches, he bribed a guard to leave the exercise yard at a time he knew the offender would be there, and confronted him. Jamaal gave the kid the option of escaping retribution by joining the gang (he liked that the kid had a spine, obviously had no problem with violence or getting his hands dirty, and it was always good to have another person on your side in an environment as dangerous as prison). Instead of joining, the kid tried to make a name for himself. He literally spat in Jamaal's face and threw a punch. The punk realized the gravity of his mistake as Jamaal dodged the blow and caught him upside the head with a free weight. He woke up to find a dirty sock stuffed in his mouth and a barely lubed cock being painfully forced up his ass. Jamaal had taken the kid down without any help from his gang, but was holding him down so they could each empty their balls into his (formerly) virgin hole. The rape served many purposes, other than just the entertainment of the guys in his gang: it told the victim, and the other inmates, not to fuck with Jamaal or his gang, and to stay the fuck away from their prags, unless they wanted to risk becoming a prag as well. It also showed his gang that Jamaal was loyal and tough, and a valuable ally, and that meant people would watch his back if and when shit went down. It also showed everyone that when Jamaal made an offer, one would do well to accept it. Anyhow, as the first gang member filled the punk’s ass with cum, the punk found the sock in his mouth removed and a shank put at his throat. He had managed to hold back the tears so far, but when he was told that he was going to suck the shit off the gang members’ cocks after they fucked him, and that refusing to do so would get his throat slashed, the tears came spilling out. The pain and humiliation of being raped had been hellish, but it was nothing compared to the degradation and disgust he felt as the first slimy, shit covered cock was forced down his throat. The worst part, was that despite the overpowering taste of shit, and the taste of his rapist’s cum, he could taste the blood from his torn asshole. A few seconds after the first gang member had pulled out of his ass and forced the cock into his mouth, the punk felt another cock rammed balls deep into his ass. This one was shorter than the first cock, but easily twice as thick. The punk felt his already torn insides ripped apart. He screamed reflexively, but the ripe cock down his throat muffled it. The scream came out barely a whimper. And the punk’s nightmare had just begun. I shuddered mentally as I recalled what Jamaal had told me had happened to the punk who had crossed him. I had no interest in scat (though I had no issue with ass to mouth if I had a chance to clean out beforehand) but knowing Jamaal could be dominant and forceful to the point of violence made my ass twitch. That was why I was here, wasn’t it? I not only knew how Jamaal could treat a boy, but I wanted him to treat me that way. Having finished my shower, I turned off the water, grabbed my towel and dried off, and walked out of the bathroom and down the hall, opened the second door on the left, and went downstairs into the basement. Jamaal was waiting for me, play room all set up. Sofa in the corner, sling in the opposite corner, padded bench in the middle, kiddie pool at the far end of the room for watersports, a table along the wall with assorted whips and toys, a few cameras set up around the room. A half dozen other black men stood naked, identical tattoos on their arms clearly identifying them as members of the same gang. They varied slightly in size and skin tone, some had erections already, some were still limp, but I could tell all of them were well hung. “Nice little white bitch you found,” one of them said, “ready to break him in?” Jamaal didn’t have to answer. I walked up and bent over the bench in the middle of the room. It was finally happening: Jamaal and six members of his gang, all poz, all about to take turns fucking me, all eager to shoot their dirty seed into their new, skinny little white bitch. There would be no going back. I had signed a slave contract with Jamaal yesterday. I had agreed to many things, but a prominent detail was the signing over of all my assets to him. I had been born into a well off family. Not Hilton rich, but rich enough that I would never have to work and could still never worry about money. I had never been forced to steal to get by like Jamaal had. The one time I had trouble with the law, my parents had thrown money at the problem and made it go away. When I met Jamaal online and heard his story, I knew things weren’t right. I was part of a system that had white people fucking over and taking everything away from blacks. I hadn’t been willing to take the plunge at first. I’d sucked his cock, even sucked a couple of his friends’ cocks, drank some piss, and had one thug fuck me with a condom. Jamaal knew how much I wanted it, but he wouldn’t let me do anything but suck his cock unless I surrendered to him completely. Either I was his bitch or I wasn’t. It had taken me several weeks to finally decide to give in. As it was, I had signed a contract that would let Jamaal reverse the way things usually went for blacks and whites. He’d be in power and get to take everything from me: my money, my dignity, my body, and my health. He had told me up front he was only interested in using (and sometimes abusing) me, making me his bitch, using me up, and destroying me for his pleasure like he had so many other white bitches back in prison. He would use me as a cumdump, poz me, take every penny I had, let his friends fuck and abuse me, and video every degrading sex act I participated in so he could get even more money from me by putting the videos online. And when HIV (and whatever other diseases I was sure to get from his friends and the many other black thugs that would be using me as a cumdump) ravaged my body, when I got so sick and frail that he and his friends didn’t want my ass anymore, when he couldn’t even make money whoring me out to anyone with a buck to spend, then he’d kick me out into the street, leave me used up, broken, alone, and without hope, just like he had to all his prison bitches before me. I had signed the contract. I knew what I was getting into and I wasn’t going to back out. I wanted this. I needed this. I felt guilty for being white and privileged. I needed to be utterly used and discarded by an angry, dominate black man. I wanted to know he enjoyed hurting me, destroying me. I took a deep breath as I waited, bent over the bench. Jamaal had things planned out. He wanted the biggest cock in the group (only one guy had a dick bigger than Jamaal’s, it was nearly 13”, thicker than a beercan, cut, with a slight curve upwards) to break me in, leave my ass gaping and torn up, so the other guys would have a better chance of pozzing me. The thug with the 13" cock came up behind me and put some lube on his massive meat. I knew he wasn’t using nearly enough lube, that he wanted my ass stretching and straining to take his dick. Even if he used the entire bottle of lube, it would have been agonizing, and I knew he had no intention of being gentle. That was fine, I wanted the pain. I would be a prag for Jamaal, and anyone he offered my ass to. I knew I was going to be used and eventually discarded. I also knew Jamaal liked bitches that fought, that had fire. I wouldn’t fight, but I would show him I had fire. I would take every rough, ass-stretching fuck those black cocks gave me. And, when they finished with my ass, I would suck each cock clean. I would open myself up to their dirty cum, I would let them taint my body with disease. I would take their abuse, I would let them break me, I would let Jamaal film it and profit from my suffering. I would endure everything they put me through. I knew eventually I would be all used up, that I would break. But I would endure everything I possibly could. I would make Jamaal work to break me. He would see my fire go out, little by little, and he’d enjoy the challenge, but it would take a lot of time and effort on his part before the fire went out completely. I would endure as long as I could, take all the fucking, all the diseased cum, all the abuse I could possibly endure. Then, when Jamaal, and every black man he knew, was done with me, when I was cast away like a piece of white trash, I would know that I had let him use me up completely, that I had completely and utterly been his bitch. I let out the breath I had been holding as I felt the thug behind me put one hand on my ass while he lined his cock up to my hole with his other hand. I felt his massive, poz cock push against the pucker of my asshole, tearing me open as it pushed deeper and deeper inside. I could tell from his breathing and the twitching of his rock hard cock, that he was already dripping hot, toxic precum into my bleeding ass. There was no turning back now…
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  42. This is me in my fav lowrise squarecut and bikini (until now, haven't tried the new -transparent one- yet)
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  43. I was at Slammers in LA a couple months ago. After sticking my cock through the gloryholes a little and getting my cock hard, I made my way to the dark room. It was pretty crowded and hot and sweaty, with quite a bit of action going on around me. Needing some hole, I made way over to the fuck bench, where there were two bottoms ass up, both getting fucked. When the top fucking the guy on the left came, I moved over and took his place, stick my hard dick inside the bottom. I could tell his hole was FULL of cum. It squirted out around my cock and coated my dick as I pounded him. After a couple minutes of fucking, the top fucking the guy on the right shot a load, pulled out, and left. Since no one immediately moved over to take his place, I pulled out of the guy I was fucking and stuck my cock in the other bottom. He was also really full of cum. After a minute or two, I decided to switch back to the other bottom. As soon as I pulled out of the bottom on the right and entered the bottom on the left, a guy who had been watching came over and felched the bottom I had just pulled out of. I could hear and see and smell that the guy then pushed out a bunch of cum into the felcher's mouth. The felcher moaned in appreciation. He then stood up and suddenly kissed me, spilling the mouthful of cum that he had just received into my mouth. I swallowed, but some dribbled down my neck and chest. The felcher then knelt down and started licking my cock as it went in and out of the bottom I was fucking. I pulled out for a minute and he started felching the bottom -- who right then pushed out a huge load of cum into the felcher's mouth. And you guessed it -- the felcher stood up and kissed me, swapping another mouth load of cum into my mouth. This load was even bigger than the other and the felcher and I were soon coated in cum, sweat, spit, ass juice and lube as we made out. By this time, I was done and thrust back deep into the bottom and shot my load. I pulled out and the felcher and BOTH bottoms cleaned my cock with their tongues. By this point, there was a big crowd watching, and the bottoms returned to their positions to take more loads. The felcher and I left the dark room. I ended up bringing him back to my hotel, and I fucked him all night. He told me that he couldn't believe how much cum each of the bottoms had in his ass, but he loved knowing that it was multiple loads from multiple tops, all churned together in their rectums, pushed into his mouth, transferred to my mouth, and finally coming to rest in my stomach. So nasty. So hot. So slutty.
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  44. (Back in NYC) In the car, Matt didn't say much to me. As I sat in the car, I was sweating out the chem and since I it was the longest time of no sex since my initial conversion fuck from couple of weeks ago, my mind started to grasp the reality and I started to feel embarrassed at how piggy I have become and my new life with the virus. I started to cry knowing I could never be the same person I was before. I started to fall asleep while I felt the tear drops slide down my cheeks. I was woken up with the sound of keys as Matt was opening a door to his apartment. He had me bent over his shoulder and he must have carried me from the car. He set me down on his couch and said "I saw you crying before and didn't think you wanted to be alone tonight. This is my place. I live with Nathan. You know my older son. The young one lives with his mom." I sat quietly as I looked around the place. It looked very simple with a big couch and a huge TV only in a big livingroom. There were three doors centered around the livingroom and I could see from open doors two bedrooms and one bathroom. Then I saw Matt taking his stripping naked in his bedroom and noticed how beautiful his body looked. He wasn't cut like those gym boys but he looked strong and I know he was strong enough to carry me in one arm. I started to feel so small since my slim built body looked skinny compared to the black boys and men I have been fucking with. Even younger boys had more muscles and all of them including a 14 yo boy had bigger man cock than my tiny 6" penis. As I stared at Matt's naked body, I started to get that familiar yearning returing to me. I heard the front door lock and saw Nathan entering the apatment. He was covered in sweat and shirtless. "hey look who's here. You come back for more?" He walked towards me on the couch and as he started to notice my beaten up body, he stopped his smile and said "ouch" Matt walked out of his bedroom naked and told Nathan that I was badly used by the philly gang after the conversion and probably need to clean and treat some of the wounds. Matt brought a pipe with him and asked Nathan if he wanted a hit as he started to his hit. After passing the pipe, Matt covered my mouth with his lips and blew out the smoke into me. He kept our lips locked tightly as I started to exhale the smoke he gave me and we repeated passing back and forth til we needed more air than what we were passing. I was heavy breathing when Matt's lips left but Nathan's lips covered over my open mouth quickly and we started to pass back and forth as well. After Matt and Nathan took their second turn of passing the smoke to me, I was flying hi. As I stared up to Matt and Nathan, I saw Matt's soft cock hanging few inches above me and Nathan's sweat covered body. I pulled myself up and reached for Matt's cock first with my tongue. Matt pulled back leaving my tongue stick out and my hungry mouth disappointed. "I am giving it to my bitch tonight. She called me begging for this cock since she hasn't tasted it for few days. Actually since the day you have your first breeding by BBC." I quickly turned my head around to Nathan and started to lick up his sweat off his body. I licked him all over like a mad dog and Nathan ordered me to take more time and give special attention as my tongue reached certain parts of his body. Nathan's eyes were on my face as he watched me worship his body with my tongue as Matt started to get ready to go out. When Matt got out of shower, Nathan asked him if he can start the bath for me to get cleaned up. Matt started the bath and quickly got dressed and left as he told me to he was taking me back to my place when he returns. "I will take him back if you want." Nathan volunteered. "You don't have to but whatever. Let's talk tomorrow morning. K?" and Matt left with a door slam. "Now you are all mine." Nathan said with a smile and started to step back away from me. I followed to rise off the couch and got on my knees and pushed forward to press my face onto covered cock. As he took more steps backwards, I had to bite around his cock through his shorts to keep my contact with him. As we entered the bathroom like that, he walked me to the toilet and told me to put my face over the toilet as he takes a piss. As I obeyed, I took some of his piss in my open mouth and drank it down. Whatever I couldn't swallow fell into the toilet. When Nathan stopped pissing, he led me to the tub and pushed my head down into the water and held me down while he rubbed his piss off of my hair and face. He pulled my head up and told me to enter the tub. Nathan left and returned with a bottle. He poured the content in the tub and told me it was his magic potion and it will make me feel better. I smelled very grassy scent as Nathan stated to enter the tub. As he faced me and our eyes met, he told me he loved looking into my eyes. He told me I should keep staring into his eyes whatever I do and I told him I would. He told me to get in front of him so I twisted around to position myself in front of him feeling his body pressing on my back. I had to make sure I wasn't sitting on his cock and balls as I sat down. The whole time I was able to keep our eye contacts. He found it amusing and told me I was flexible. I felt his hands grabbing my head, one on the back and one around my neck right beneath my chin. I took a deep swallow and he felt my adam's apple move. He turned my head and kissed me as he moved his hands all over my body rubbing out the filth. He broke off the kiss and stepped out of the tub and told me to bring my head to the tub edge and lowered his cock into my throat. As his hands held my head as before, he said, "Wow it's so weird. I can feel my cock sliding in your throat under your adams apple." He continued slow long strokes as he massaged my neck. "It feels like I am jerking off with your throat." When he let go of my head, my face and his cock/balls were soaking with my saliva as I seem to drool more with his throat massage. "Get out and dry yourself and wait for me on the couch" He started draining the tub water and left me drying. I wrapped the towel around my waist and saw on the couch to wait for Nathan. He returned with a cream and took the towel off of me. As he rubbed the cream on my cuts with finger, I felt stinging and flinched a little bit. He saw me biting hard as he rubbed the cream all over my cuts and bruises. I was feeling the sharp pain everywhere but I made barely any noise. "You can take pain, babe. It will feel better and this will help you heal. The black eye might take few more days to heal." I looked at the reflection on the TV and saw I had a dark spot around my eye. He sat on the floor and told me to get next to him. We sat leaning on the couch nd on each other's body, he turned the TV on. We talked while we stared at TV and most of it was him asking me questions about me. My sex with Josh and my girl friend. My new job. and then how I met Robert and James. He then asked me to tell him about my "sharing" experience with the Philly boys. As I shared the same details of my gang breeding that caused tears on the car ride back to NYC, I was feeling quite differently now and was feeling proud and sexy that I
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  45. (The boys and men of the the brotherhood and dirty old man Nate) His friend took James' place and bred my hole once or twice before he told me to get dressed and he was taking me back. I didn't have time to clean my hole so I felt like I could smell cum all over my body. Soon as we walked down the street, I found out that I actually did smell like cum as some boys pointed it out to me as I passed by them. Finally I one boy grabbed me and led metro the alley way and wasted no time to fuck and dumped his cum in my already cum filled hole. That was the start of a long hard breeding session as little by little blk boys and men came to breed my hole one after another. Sometimes I got two in my hole at he same time. At first, I checked out the guys before they started to fuck. But as I got more cum filled, my mind was filled with more sexual hunger and wanted all the cocks I could get. Finally Robert got hold of one of the boys and asked him to bring me to his house. So he led me to Roberts place after he bred my hole. As Roberts door opened, I felt at ease to be back with him. And this made my body relax too much as nasty cum started to run out of me in heavy volume. It wet my shorts and my legs as started to run on to the floor. Robert called for Matt and told him to take me to Nate and closed the door after us. Now I felt lost as I walked behind this scary yet sexy man. Yesterday I felt so loved as I was James' whore and now I felt so dirty and so low. Finally we reached some seedy rundown building site and walked over the pile of dirt and broken fence til we found a group of homeless men. As I looked around, I saw two black men and a white young man. They all had very little clothes on this very hot summer night. They weren't very attractive and frankly one of the black man was quite repulsive looking. But they all had big sized man cocks bigger than most that fucked me tonight. And the ugly man had the largest by far. Matt pushed me down on the concrete rubble and started to slap me hard like last time. Familiar feeling of fear and respect rose in me. He shoved his cock in me with one push and as my body shook with pain and fear, he invited the guys to come and take his gift fit them. They wasted no time and started to beat and rape my body with their stinky hard cock and filled my holes with piss and cum. I was surprised at the young white boy's strength as I was fucked by black boys only for few weeks now. As he fucked me and beat me up, I was realizing that he could be handosme if he cleaned up right. And shortly after his first cum, I was whimpering " I love you" to him. It seem to fuel his violent side as he started to beat me more and used more force when he raped my holes. As his cock seemed to grow bigger and harder, I assumed he enjoyed my confession of love for him. Whenever my mouth wasn't being used, Matt fed me some drugs. Pills, bottles of gas to inhale, a pipe etc. I kept on taking everything as he fed them to me. Matt stayed with us til he came over my face. He stood over me and sprayed my whole body with his piss before he left. My new white boy lover started to spray his piss on my body over my matts piss. They laughed and " the last one to mark him with piss gets to own him" and started to piss little at a time to last. Their piss and their body was reeking and soon I was smelling the same way. I was covered in piss and cum and some blood as my soft skin was being ripped and cut from the bottles, cement etc. but I didn't complain to them as they showed no slowing down of their abuse. It was the worst when the old man Nate and white boy finally succeeded in double fucking me since their combined smell was really foul. I think I passed out at one point and woke up with both of them still inside of me even after their piss and cum ran down all over both of them. My white boy seem to got his violence out of him as his handling of me was more passionate. But Nate was still very violent. I stayed with them for days. My white homeless boy was my lover as he slept above me whenevr nares cock left my hole alone. Nate kept his huge cock inside of me mostof the time and his huge cock never slipped out of me cuz he was still bigger soft than most men hard. I was filled with bates piss and cum for days. And as he fucked me on the ground near his went to bathroom, I also had some of his shit on me as well. Now I unsderstood why men like James would t want my dirty nasty body any more. And was grateful to have Nate and the white boy for fuckign me. Finally Matt picked me up and took me to a car wash to rinse off the filth before he stated to drive me back to NYC.
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  46. I think it's totally hot when a BB bottom wants to fuck my ass. I take it as a huge compliment that my ass is one of the few he wants to fuck.
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  47. So fucking anxious to read more....it turns me on...
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  48. I prefer drining straight from the tap, not wasting a drop. Preferably washing down a mouthful of Masters shit. If I had to choose between enema or shower though, I would rather the enema with a butt plug to keep it in to be absorbed
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  49. Last summer I went on a day hike in the forest with two budes, just for something to do, get out of the house. When we stopped to rest one thing led to another and I leaned up against a tree as they took turns in my asshole. Niether lasted very long since it was a quicky and they both cam within 5 to 10 minutes. I had wet undies the rest of the afternoon as their cum dripped out of me.
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