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So it was Friday night and I was horny as fuck. Put on a jock and decided to go to the local bathhouse and see if I could find a bottom or two to abuse. About me, Average 30 mumble, Hairy chest flat stomach no six pack and a nice 7 inch uncut cock with balls that are always full So I got there around 9 o’clock, slid lube and condoms in my socks that I wore (I like to leave my boots on for better traction so I can really plow a bottoms hole), stripped to my jock and made my way in. Decent crowd for early , I must have been getting the just after work “straight” guys that want a load or two before they head home to the wife. I pass by a couple of rooms but no one is really grabbing my cocks attention, unti li see a super-hot little muscle cub walking into a room about two doors down from me. I follow to the door of his room and watch as he strips off his short to show a nice bubble ass and white jock strap. Nothing frames a bottoms ass better than a jock. My cock twitched and gave a dribble of precum wetting the front of my own jock. As I made eye contact with the hottie he motioned me to come in the room. As I stood next to the bed he pulled my jock aside and started swallowing me all the way the my furry bush. Moans escaped my lips as his tongue rolled around my cock. My breathing started to quicken and I warned him that I was going to shoot. He redouble his efforts and in no time I as shooting my first load straight down the little fuckers throat. “Holy crap you are great at that, if you wanna fuck just gimme 5 minutes to recover and I can plow that hole of yours. In fact flip over and I’ll start by eating you out.” The cub flipped and I dived right in. That furry crack was wet with sweat and I love it. Lapping it all up before going to the center and the hot tight bud that I would soon fuck. In no time my cock was hard again and I reached down and pulled a condom and some lube out of my sock. The cub turned over and told me to lay down, he wanted to take care of everything for me. He reached the stand next to the bed and pulled out some of the fake cum lube and squirted it on my cock. I had never used it before but it felt OK, made the head of my cock tingle a little and feel abit warm, usually im not a fan of the warming lube but hey I like to make my bottoms please. He then squirt more of the thick cum lube in the condom and rolled it down my cock. I was worried about the quantity of lube and if the condom would stay on but fuck I was getting hornier by the minute. At this point I was almost as bad as when I first came in. The cub then straddled my waist and place the head of my cock right against his tight furry hole. He looked me right in the eyes and slowly sank down on my entire cock, taking in me in one go, his mouth forming an ‘O’ of pleasure as I bottomed out. The cub stated rocking back and forth and suddenly I was breaking out in a sweat even though I wasn’t doing that much work. I was getting hornier with each thrust into the cub hole. He leaned down and took my wrists in his hand and pulled them up to the head board as I plowed into him deep. I was getting so close but I kept not being able to cum and I was getting desperate. The cub started kissing me and suddenly I leather around my wrist and heard a click… More?

Part VII I just sat there in disbelief. Only a few short hours ago I had been totally straight, married with kids. Now, I had got overheated, drank way the hell too much booze, passed out and had taken, now, 36 loads of cum in my ass and only 1 that I had been completely aware of and asked for. I had just attended the gay pride parade and fest to support my gay friends from work. Then to top it off my new found 'friend' had told me what I had not known at all, that he and every one of the guys who had fucked me an dumped their loads in my ass had a biohazard tattoo because they were all HIV POZ. OMG Every time I think of that, my mind just goes in a whirl an I can't think straight and also, for some reason, my cock twitches and starts to get hard too. My new bud was kind of watching me close. He finally asked if I was ok or not? I barely heard him or understood either. I finally looked up and he was looking mighty close at me with a worried look on his face. He told me I looked like I had died and was just too stubborn to lay down or something. I told him that I had no idea what to do now. I sure as hell had not wanted to be fucked in the first place, although, the last time was pretty damn nice and felt amazing, and for damn sure if I had known they were POZ, no one would have touched me for sure. What the hell was I going to tell my wife and buddies now? My new bud sat down next to me then and put his arm around me and told me that it wasn't so bad as I thought. He then told me we could run to the hospital as I had just taken those loads and get something called PeP. He told me that it would be about a 30 supply of it and in most cases stopped infection completely if caught within a couple or three days. This perked me up a little. I asked if we could get going then. He told me he had a couple of things to attend to real fast and then he would run me right there if I wanted. I told him I sure did want and why wouldn't I? He smiled and told me that was kind of his first thoughts when he found out he had been fucked by a POZ guy the first time but then after thinking about it, he decided that hell, now he could fuck anyone an be fucked by anyone an not have to worry about it anymore. Now he went on his sex was about 5 times better than it had been. I told him that was fine for him, but he was gay and I was supposed to be straight. He laughed then and told me, well maybe, mostly straight before but probably not anymore. He thought I had enjoyed our last time way too much to be completely straight anymore and he was willing to bet that I would soon start to miss that nice full feeling in my ass. I had to admit my damn cock did want to stand up tall as we talked. Now what to do. He then went to take care of business and said he would be right back soon for us to go. When he left I had a lot of thinking to do. I tried to adjust my shorts that were rubbing the hell out of my damn hardon. Moving to a different position didn't help much though as all that did was make my ass twitch more. What was I becoming anyway, a cock needing cum dump, like those guys had said earlier? Damn, what a dilemma. Just then I heard someone call my name and looking up, here came my friend that had ridden there with me so many hours before. He came running up and asked where the hell have you been. He had been looking all over for me and knew I had to be around as my car was still there. I told him about twisting my ankle and getting a ride from these guys' float and then drinking and passing out here and just got up again a short time ago. I didn't tell him anything else though. Just then the guy who had grabbed my ass before and then took my ass cherry walked up. He had a shirt on now and asked who my hot friend was? I introduced them and they seemed to hit it off well. As it was evening now about everyone had a shirt on now so none of the tats were showing. I was kind of wondering how to tell my work bud, when the two of them, told me we will be right back and took off. Apparently my cherry taker was going to show him around the place. I didn't get time to tell him to be careful as they were all POZ. I sat around again for a few minutes and then decided to go find them. I got up an went out of the tarp enclosure and turned to my left, which is why I missed them coming back. They told me later they had seen me going around as they entered and figured I would be right back. I wondered around thinking they would be right here at one of the tables so didn't go very fast as I was looking around at the goings on all around. It probably took me a good 20 minutes before I got back around to the tarp opening. As I entered the middle I came to a complete stop with my mouth hanging open. I then rushed over to the sling. There was my work bud bound in it and getting fucked hard by my cherry picker. I ran up and leaned over him and asked what the hell he was doing. My friend said he was getting one hell of a great fuck and was loving it. I was mortified. I asked him if he had paid attention to the guy fucking him much? He asked what for. I told him, hey, you are both naked as hell now, didn't you notice anything about him. He told me they had started making out when they got in here and took their clothes off while kissing and then he had been lifted into the sling and the guy had lubed him and driven his cock deep in him in one thrust and he didn't pay any more attention after that just enjoying the great fuck. I turned and looked and I could see the biohazard tat right there plainly. I turned to my buddy and told him he better pay attention and look at the guy fucking him right above his cock. As I move and he started to lean up to look the cherry picker guy let out a loud moan and drove his cock as deep as he could and said I'm cumming. My buddies cock which had been bouncing around hard immediately blew his load too. He leaned forward and looked and for the first time saw the tat. His eyes bugged out and he yelled what the hell? He then jerked as his cock erupted with more cum yet. He fell back and stared and said OMG that was fantastic but why in the hell didn't you tell me you were POZ. The guy told us he figured I had already told him about us and it was ok. My buddy asked what about who is the us he was talking about and before I could say anything he pointed to me. My buddy turned and looked at me funny and wanted to know what we were talking about. The ass grabber had pulled out then and told us he thought we had some things to talk about and took off. My buddy looked at me but before he could say anymore a new guy had stepped up and rammed his cock in him and started to pound away taking my buddies breath away. He was trying to tell the guy to stop but could only moan and then looked and moaned more when he saw this guy had a tat also. I just stepped back as my buddies eyes almost rolled up in his head and he was starting to stroke his cock as he groaned deeply.

Usually I prefer to sunbath in the nude to get that all-over tan. But in some places you simple cannot go around wearing a bathing suit. What's you preferred type? Speedo, trunks, boxers, board shorts? I prefer skimpy, tight ones, like the ones I wear below. I love seeing a guy in a skimpy speedo with a massive bulge. You can see what you can get :-) I guess for the tops it would be what the guy's ass looks like in it.... Show me yours!

Let's just file this one under fiction, okay? 'Cause I'd die if people knew what happened to me. I guess it all started a few weeks ago. I was on a4a and received a message from a hot hung dude. Let's call him Tommy. In my entire life I had never before seen so stunningly gorgeous a man, and his dick was perfection. Then I read his status: poz. Although he was amazingly good looking, I thought about it, and held-off on responding to his message. A couple of days later he messaged me again and asked if I was his type. I didn't want to be rude, so I told him I thought he was hot but I don't play with poz guys. Well, to make a long story short, he made an interesting proposition that was hard to ignore. Or maybe I couldn't ignore it because I was hard? Ehh .. who knows. To make a long story short, he ended up at my place and his dick was starting to enter me. In all honesty I was a little freaked out: a poz dick was about to enter my hole. This was definitely a first. But, I remembered Tommy's assurance that he would only 'shallow fuck' me and this was very safe. His plan was to very slowly work his fat dick into my hole and then very slowly and very gently fuck me with just the tip of his massive cock. He explained to me that it could feel better than being fucked hard and deep because all of the sensations are magnified when the top goes slow. And damn, was he right! Not only was his cock the biggest I had ever had in my ass, he also entered my ass more slowly than any big cock had ever fucked me before. When we started, I honestly thought it would hurt like hell, but he used a massive amount of lube and, true to his word, was very gentle. The problem was that it felt way to good. He didn't need to ask me. I'm sure my moans told him all he needed to hear. "How's that feeling?" he whispered into my ear. All I could do was answer with more moans and gasps. "Okay," he said, "we should probably stop now. I'm glad you enjoyed it." Then, he stopped and withdrew. Almost involuntarily I found myself pleading "Please, put it back in!" He kissed the back of my neck and replied "Gosh, I love fucking your hot bubble butt, but, I'm liking it too much," adding as he rubbed my crack with his cock, "and I'm worry you will like it too much and that I'll turn you into a chaser." I just wanted to get fucked more. II heard about bug chasers before. Those were stupid crazy people. I'm not one of them. "Please just a little more,"I pleaded. Tommy complied, saying "Okay, but I have to go just a little deeper. If I don't, I might pop out; the real difficulty is in the penetration. I have to make sure that I stay in your hole." That kinda made sense, I reasoned. I felt him slide it back in. Oh God! It felt beyond fantastic. My ass was stretching wide, but it didn't burn like most tops make me feel. "Fuck, that's deep!" I shrieked. Tommy assured me that it was only half-way in. "You're taking it well." And the brief painful jabbing sensation I had just felt was immediately replaced by a warm pleasant sensation. His pace was much quicker than the slow shallow strokes with which he had started. Now each stroke was more forceful, and brought me even more intense pleasure. Tommy whispered into my ear, "we should probably stop soon before I lose control. Unless you want a load of poz cum deep inside you." He drove his cock deeper into me as if to emphasize how far he was invading my hole at that point. The rational part of my brain told me that I needed to stop, but, it felt so wonderful. My orgasm was building. And I didn't want the pleasure to stop. All I could do was moan in response. Tommy tried to remind me that I was making a bad decision. "I can tell you're loving this, but, if you don't tell me to stop, I'll blast my poz cum inside your ass. Is that what you really want?" He then picked up his pace as if he knew the answer I couldn't say aloud. Oh my god. Why didn't I say stop? Was it because it felt amazing? Or did I maybe want a poz load in me? Wait, am I a bug chaser? Tommy was pounding me hard and deep now. I felt his balls slap against my taint. The sensations were overwhelming. I couldn't think straight. No, I'm not a bug chaser. But, fuck .. it felt so good! I just wanted him to keep fucking me. That's all. When I heard my voice demand he 'Fuck me', somehow it seemed like someone else had given the order. He paused for a moment. "Oh, you love this big dick inside you huh?" Why was he teasing me now. "Yes, fuck me!" I blurted out. My orgasm was so close. I needed him to continue. I pulled at his legs to show the urgency I felt. He slowly resumed pace and gave me one final warning "this big poz dick is gonna give you AIDS," as his pace picked-up. Oh fuck! Oh fuck! He was assailing my hole. I felt my balls tighten and I could feel his dick grow tight. My hole was being destroyed with each thrust, but I couldn't let it end. I couldn't believe the words that came out of my mouth as I started to jerk my cock, "I don't care! Fuck me! Fuck me!" I was so close to cumming. A voice in the back of my head was telling me "you're becoming a chaser." Or wait, did Tommy say that? I couldn't think clearly. But, all I could say before I came was "shoot your poz cum in me! Give me AIDS!" I felt a his cock twitch and pumping, and even as he did, another voice in the back of my head was telling me 'he's shooting poz cum into your ass'. And I didn't care. In fact, I loved it and blurted out "Yes! Fuck yes!" just as I shot my own load into my stomach. I could still feel Tommy pulsating inside my as as I shot more cum than I ever had in my life. Tommy collapsed beside me. As the seconds passed I came to reality. Holy shit, what I had I done?

Another example of men working too hard to have sex with someone they don't actually like. A lesson we all have to learn when young is that you will meet lots of guys who you find physically attractive but who don't actually have the personality that your cock was imagining when it told you to go get them. This isn't usually a problem for your alley blowjob or bathhouse trick...but anything more than that, anything that involves having to interact with the actual person and not just your cock's inaccurate fantasy, is unlikely to be worth the effort to make it happen. The problem is not that he is "fem" or that he seems to be more into some phone fantasy stuff than actually hooking up. Everyone is entitled to be themselves. The actual problem is that you are trying to make something happen with a guy who you aren't actually into. Stop wasting your time and move on.

I just like a guy who gets off on having my cum in his ass. He's walking around after with me inside him.

Four hours later my phone rang. My friends wanted to go for breakfast and then have a look at the pride festival around the corner. Usually, I can’t handle anything less than eight hours of sleep, but my dick all-but commanded me to get up and join my friends. You see, I hadn't cum the night before, so essential horniness awoke me enough that I could meet with them. Looking into the mirror I had knew I had looked better, even if I was somewhat proud of myself. Overall I looked like shit. My hair was a mess, caked with cum, hair gel and who knows what else. My knees were scraped-up from kneeling on the ground for an extended time, my hairy legs were covered with dried cum, my hole was also a mess, but my jock saturated with dried precum. In addition I noticed the sheets were stained with white and even some red. 'Not a good sign', I thought to myself, grinning internally, as I remembered a statistic I had encountered, that on average, every 30th load bites. Thinking back, I thought I had taken 15 or so loads the night before, which was far from 30, but the intensity of the sex play, and blood stains suggested the probability was somewhat higher than average. Was it too late to catch myself and return to the good side? I jumped into the shower and sat on the shower bench, letting the water pour down on me as I fingered my hole. A little more blood, as well as more cum oozed out. My cock got hard. “Fuck it!” I thought. It was probably too late anyway. Getting out of the shower, somewhat cleaner, I dried myself, pulled on another jock, a T-shirt and some jeans and ran out the door to catch-up with my friends who were waiting in the lobby. “What happened to you? You look really tired,” was the gist of their greeting. Someone else asked “Didn’t you leave early?” I mumbled something about a noisy party next door and a bad hangover. They left me alone. We walked over to a nice place where we could sit outside and look at the farmer’s markets. We had a nice breakfast, but all I could think of was cocks, dicks, cum and being poz. We went and had a look at the pride festival. Heaps of stalls, men and beer. Being on holidays, a beer at 11:00 was totally justified. We each paid for a round, so life was good. Started chatting with a couple of guys, the atmosphere relaxed and a little cruisey. My single friend started an intimate discussion with a twink and disappeared, and my friends who were couples were getting bored, so I sent them on their way and promised to meet up later. I kept wondering around and ended up at the tent for the national AIDS council. Condoms and brochures everywhere. A mid 30s, tall blonde stud was discussing treatments with one of the volunteers. A sexy guy in his early 20s, dark hair, blue eyes approached me. “Are you alright there?” “Yeah thank you” I stumbled. “Are you informed about protection? Do you have any questions?” “Ah thank you” I blushed. “Big couple of nights recently, not sure whether I need protection anymore...” “Oh really? Sorry to hear that” ”No no it's fine. Guess for some it is their destiny.” “Maybe. Maybe not. You think you are already infected?” I began to tell him about the last two nights and as I did I noticed an increasing bulge in his crotch. When I finished my story, somehow I wasn't terribly surprised when he commented with a broad smile, "So, you were quite the slut!” As I sputtered a reply he continued saying "You don’t look at all like it. I love your innocent looks and the inside piggyness. I got pozzed to years ago. A condom broke, but I have no idea who it was. Would have loved to be aware of when it was happening.” “Oh, I assumed all you guys are negative." "Hell no. Most of us are poz. And some of us are here to make new friends. Some of mine stopped talking to me after they found out I was poz.” “That’s heavy” I replied. “Yeah, but we are a club here now.” “Once you are diagnosed, you are very welcum to join” he winked at me. “Only then? No possibility to join earlier?” “Well there is an option,” he replied, explaining "One of the members needs to vouch that the diagnosis is inevitable.” “And how does he do that?” “Special one on one time” his eyes now looking devilishly at me. I was rock hard. This hot twink wanted to poz me! Should I risk it? What were the odds? What did I have to lose? Would I regret it, if it turned out I was already infected and said no now? I grinned and asked “How do I sign up?” “Come with me.”

I hate to admit it, but with work and life I'd gotten so busy that I found myself in quite a dry spell (I'm talking a few months). Well...that all changed on July 4th. I had attended a family event which was held a few hours north of here for the day. Throughout the day, I started getting more and more horny. All I could think about was the taste, smell feel of a hung black dick. It all crashed in at once that I was very overdue, and I ended-up leaving the event and heading home. All I could think about was how bad I wanted to taste a black man's load as it pumped into my mouth. I did a quick Google search and found an ABS right off my route. I wasn't sure what to expect as it was a holiday, but I paid the entrance fee only to find-out that I was practically alone there...or so I thought. I made a couple passes, somewhat discouraged as I concluded my visit would be a wasted effort, so decided I could at least JO to a video while I was there. I entered a booth, only to be utterly startled as I was met with the vision of a very sexy muscular black man who was jacking to a video. In an effort to be polite, I apologized, stepped-out of the booth, and entered the next booth, even as I hoped like hell the guy was interested in company. I found the same interracial GB he was watching and waited. Sure enough, in no time at all he walked into my booth , stepped between me and the screen, and gave only one greeting introduction or command saying simply "Suck it," as he reached for my head and pulled me onto his dick. Even rusty, I pride myself on my head game, and it wasn't long until he was rock hard and oozing precum down my throat. He was really getting into it and began rubbing and grouping me, quickly making his way to my ass. He squeezed and kneaded my cheeks, and then suddenly slipped a finger to my hole and pushed. I stopped and gave a heads up that I had not come prepared for much more than oral. With his free hand he force my mouth back down his shaft and dug his finger deeper. Moments later he stood me up and turned me around, quickly lined-up his very thick eight inches with my hole and pushed, pulling back on my shoulders, effectively pulling me onto his dick. He was balls deep and I was in some pain from his dry entry, particularly given the length of time since I had last been fucked. He must have sensed my discomfort 'cause he waited, buried in my fat white ass, until our bodies were in agreement, and my hole surrendered itself over to him. Then he began pumping into me in long hard thrusts, each of which I tried to meet with equal intensity. It didn't take long for him to bear hug me, take a deep breathe, and unload deep in my guts. He stayed inside for a bit trying to recover, even as my hole worked to milk every last drop. When he pulled out, he patted my ass, pulled up his b-ball shorts and walked out. Within 30 minutes the dry spell had ended, I didn't know then that the next 30 days would be filled with my throat and ass being used and bred by 26 amazing black dicks, many breeding me multiple times over the course of a few days on visits to Atlanta, New Orleans and the MS Gulf Coast. The floodgates are open with no sign of another dry spell. Let me know if you'd like to here and my marathon weekends since July 4th. With more on the way, including an upcoming visit back to Atlanta later this month.

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An essential element in running a successful relationship is really accepting the truth of the old " you can't change what other people do; at best you can only maybe change how YOU react to their actions." If your bf likes to be a partypig, then he is going to be a partypig. If that fact annoys you, then you are going to be annoyed. It sounds like he may be showing you some respect and courtesy by not trying to party when he's having sex with you, If I were him I would be a little annoyed that you complain about me being repressed, but criticize me for partying to get un-repressed. BUT since I'm not your bf, I can admit that there are certainly a number of potentially serious issues involved in regular drug use and those issues are easier to brush off if you are the drug user, while they tend to be bright, flashing warnings if you are the bf of a drug user. My point is, if each of you can't find a way to accept the way your partner behaves, then maybe you are better off not being together. More important I just clicked on you and saw that you have posted about you bf demeaning and emotionally abusign you. I think we have all already told you to walk out on this one. You don't need to find 6 different reasons to leave. Stop posting and start packing.

You posted several topics about you and your BF. From what I have been reading I wouldn't want to be in a relationship like you and your BF have. He doesn't like things you want to do with him. You don't like that he is doing things with others that he doesn't do with you. From what I read you two are not sexually compatible.You both want different things, You want to whore him out but then you do not want your house to be known as a sex club? Then don't. Simple. You travel a lot, You're in an open relationship. Then your BF can do what he wants when you are away, Do you know what's he's up to when you are away? And what do you do on your travels? Fucking strangers in your hotel room? Does your BF know about those? You and your BF have a very strange relationship.

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First post. Just had a great flip flop. Pounded this lad and shot deep inside his guts. Then took his poz load up my arse. Still got it in me, absorbing it..

Read an article the other day saying that those who aren't into fem guys and make it known on their hook-up profiles are "fem shaming". WTF is the world coming too?! Whenever I watch porn I see more and more the kind of bottoms you describe here. Fuck him once and go, if it was a great experience, then think about it, if not. Ignore him

Part II This place was seedy. I walked thru the two darkened double doors and past the counter, right back to the video booths. Gave the guy $10 for coupons, wondering if he could tell the state I was in, but not really caring. He gave me my coupons and I walked in and down the dark hallways, This place is big, like 30 booths and totally cool place to play but I had never gone at night. The staff was totally cool with the hooking up. Much to my surprise it was packed, like 25 guys walking around. I walked to the back and all the back booths were taken. By now I knew I was totally mindlessly fucked up and there was no way I was gonna take the bottle of water. I knew I’d pass out if I did. So I walked around for a while, waiting for one of the back booths to open up. Alot of guys were making eye contact, a lot more than usual. There were a few hot latino dudes, and 3 freaky black dudes and a bunch of middle aged regulars and a really big fat black older guy. I knew I was totally wasted, ALL of my inhibitions completely gone at this point, and all I wanted to do was slide my hand in my pants and finger my tight hole, the urge was getting stronger and stronger. I kept walking up and down the halls, as I felt my jeans kept slipping lower and the top of my chaps were clearly showing enough that everyone knew I was wearing them underneath. I finally stopped and leaned against the wall with the other 20 guys when this skinny older black dude walked up to me right away, hooked his finger thru the front loop on the collar and tugged me hard down the hall. I was surprised no one said anything. He guided me all the way back, and into the very last booth in the back. He closed the door behind me and pushed me down on the bench. He pulled out a wad of coupons, must have been like 30 of them, he told me in broken English to give him my coupons, and he started feeding ALL of them into the video machine. He must have put in like 40 coupons in. He turned to me and asked me if I drank the water, when I realized this was the dude who was waiting for me. I told him I didn’t cause I was feeling so fucked up already, he seemed kinda angry and I was a bit concerned, but was really horney wondering what was gonna happen. He seemed real pissed and slammed my head up against the back of the video booth loudly, with his hand on my throat tight. He pulled out a brown bottle, unscrewed the top and wedged the bottle against my nose, really grinding the bottle neck into my nostril, He liked to do things rough, he pinched my nose and told me to whiff hard or he’d kick me in the nuts so hard I’d pass out, I whiffed hard, real hard, a few times and then I felt this killer rush, totally magnified by everything else I had done. He said ‘Give me the waterbottle now’, I reached into my backback and gave it to him, my head was swirling. Then he opened the bottle, rammed it in my mouth and squeezed it so that with a lot of pressure the water just streamed down my throat. I drank ½ the bottle when he put it back in my bag. I knew I was in trouble now because I knew I really wanted to stay in this state. My new friend pulled me up by the collar and told me to take off my jeans and top and I stripped. He looked at me with almost violent eyes and said ‘you know youre crazy to be here’ then he dropped to his knees and punched me in the balls one time, my eyes clinched with pain and I almost doubled over, but I didn’t. He turned me towards the door and pushed me down on my knees, reached over and unlocked the door. I was only on my knees 10 seconds when all the stuff I had been taking hit me hard, around the corner comes this hot latino dude, he walked up to the booth but not in, took out his huge latin cock and my black friend pushed me onto his cock, I started to suck hard and wild, I was sweating like a pig and feeling like a pig too. The big latin boys cock started to pulse fast and before I knew it he was cumming faster than I had expected and hard. I gulped every drop and he pulled out and walked away, behind him came a short stocky black dude, whipping out his short but thick cock. He reached down grabbed my hair and started to facefuck me violently. He fucked my face for a good 5 minutes before he came, but he came buckets, he pulled out and behind him was another black guy, This one was tall and his cock was huge, 10 inches and thick, he rammed his cock down my throat and started to face fuck me, I could feel there was sweat all over my body , dripping down between my asscrack and I realized every guy fucking me had heard I liked it rough and they were fucking my face hard! This guy came fast and again I gulped all his cum. He moved aside and another guy was behind him, a bit older but muscular, he whipped out his cock it was shaved and rock hard, and he mounted my face and started pumping away, With each cock I was getting more and more sloppy and wild, totally wildly grinding my throat into each cock more than the last, starting to realy REALLY feel totally out of it. I was now swaying my naked ass back and forth as I was sucking cock, eventually I started screwing my fingers into my aching ass, bouncing up and down on my fingers as I sucked cock. Finally my buddy exploded, he pulled his cock out and came all over my face, in gallons and I was realizing each guy was getting nastier and nastier, they all knew the more time that went by the more fucked up I was gonna feel. After cock number 4 finished up, he zipped up and then walked away. But I didn’t stop bouncing up and down on my fingers, when my black buddy behind me put his hands around my face from the back and started smearing my last buddys cum all over my face, he was doing it more and more roughly, eventually sliding his cum covered fingers in and out of my mouth. He started slapping my face playfully and pulled me up a bit off my knees, he dragged me back just a bit, I didn’t know what direction he wanted me to do in, when I felt cold metal against my wrists, and then fast clicking, he had slipped a handcuff on my wrist, and I panicked, but he held me tight and clicked the other one on tight too, real real tight. I stopped struggling a bit and focused on how horney I was and kinda just let it go. Just when I relaxed a bit, I felt his hands on both my shoulders pushing me straight down again, when I felt this rubber tip against my ass as I lowered my self down, he had placed a big, very big dildo, standing up on the floor. But when I slowed down he pushed suddenly and really really hard down and I felt this dildo stab me hard and deep in the ass, I wasn’t prepared for the burning and I let out a scream and felt my stomach muscles tighten up. My scream was loud enough that I knew everyone heard me, then I got kinda nervous, cause I had screamed. My friend laughed and bend over whispering in my ear “that lets my friend know youre ready, so don’t worry about it, you’re doing exactly wat youre supposed to”. Then he reached down picked up my clothes and backpack and put them in the empty wastebasket on the floor, which I thought was weird. He reached in to my backpack to get the water bottle, and squeezed the other ½ of the bottle of water down my throat. He dragged me over to the bench so I was leaning against it, still kneeling on the floor naked with the dildo in my ass. He stepped over me and started turning the video selector knob until he found a hot shemale video playing, he said ‘Don’t move no matter what’ and opened the door, the huge fat black guy I saw when I first got there was standing outside the door guarding it from I guess unwanted visitors, my skinny black dude stepped out of the booth and closed the door leaving me there, extremely fucked up, naked in chaps, handcuffed and a dildo in my stinging ass. I sat there getting more and more horney as I watched the shemale in the video slamfuck the young boy, I started bouncing up and down really uncontrollably on the big dildo in my ass, I pulled one leg up and got the handcuffs up in front of one arm, then the other so my hands were in front of me, still handcuffed, I reached down, held the dildo tight and really started bouncing up and down fucking myself real wild and sloppy. I was now totally covered in sweat and my heart was beating uncontrollably. I was totally pigging out, I started to think about licking the video monitor as I fucked my ass with the dildo, I was really totally slutting out, thinking of what it would be like to get fucked by a hot shemale when the door suddenly opened, my slim black man walked in followed by the huge fat black dude, the slim guy grabbed me by the throat and layed me back on the bench face up, and pulled out a ballgag and rammed it hard and rough in my mouth, and strapped it on tight, extremely tight, my jaw was instantly sore. Next he pulled out a brown bottle again and while he opened it up his huge fat buddy started taking all his clothes off. He was nasty fat, like 300lbs, fucking huge saggy mantits and a huge belly rolled over a short stubby hairy sweaty smelly soft cock. I looked over and the other guy had taped a tubeto the bottle, and he lowered it to me and stuck the other end of the tube up my right nostril and rammed a huge piece of duct tape over the tube and my other nostril. I could weese air in and out of the ballgag so I didn’t panic at first. I took a few whiffs but he had the tube pinched so I couldn’t get any. Then the door got pushed open again, it was the guy from the front counter, I didn’t think to get nervous at first, he handed the fat guy a big bottle of vegetable oil, and reached over with a key and unlocked the side panel on the video booth, he reached in , flipped a switch and the video went off, then another switch and the power to the booth, and the lights inside went off too, it was dim but not dark, with the door open when I realized the dude working there was obviously in on this since he was helping out, I was kinda excited but then I realized I was starting to get worried. The guy left but left the door open. Now these booths have buddy windows, those milky white ones that when you push a button they go from solid to clear glass, and you guessed it, with no power the window went off, clear glass, letting anyone in the next booth a full view to watch and these windows were big like 3 feet tall 2 feet wide, almost the whole wall. Then I suddenly smelled those fumes, and my head started to really REALLY swirl, with every breath I was taking some in, lots more than I usually would do, my whole body was now tingling, it was bad and wild at the same time. Then I felt cold oil dribbling on my chest, The fat guy was straddling me dribbling the oil on me, the other guy pulled my handcuffed wrists up to the corner of the boot where there was a steel pole in the corner, he took out a huge padlock and locked the handcuff chain to the pole over my head. I was totally spread out now and real uncomfortable. I kept whiffing in the fumes and now I was feeling majorly tingly, when all of a sudden the fat guy starts to pour the whole bottle all over my body, there’s oil pouring all over me, the floor the bench, it was fucking everywhere, he dumped most of the bottle all over me it was a fucking mess. I couldn’t believe he did it, it was a huge mess, then I felt him lower his ass onto my stomach he really let a lot of his weight come down on me I could barely breath, and the fumes kept coming, when all of a sudden his big fat hands slide down between my ass and pulls out the dildo and I felt a rush of cool air and relief, but it wasn’t for long, his buddy picked up my legs high and the fat guy literally screwed the oil bottle in my ass and lifted it up, as I felt like a cup of vegetable oil spillin me, he pulled the bottle out and planted 4 huge fat fingers knuckle deep in me and I fucking screamed into the ballgag. Just then he turns himself around so his ass is facing my face and he’s facing my cock, he slides his ass up grinding it against my stomach, and up over my chest with more and more weight, and now I am panicing a lot, he’s not stopping he’s spreading the oil all over me with his huge fat ass getting closer and closer to my face, dragging his huge oily ballsack up my torso. Then suddenly he wrapps his fat hand around my balls tight, real tight, at the same time he slides his fat ass up over my face and sits his whole ass down over my face, smothering me, my eyes tingling and the plastic tube in my nose stabbing me from the weight as I still am inhaling fumes totally fuckd up, my whole body wrenches. Then instantly I feel this huge cock impale my slick ass, a s oil literally squirts out from the pressure, I can only assume its my skinny dude fucking me, and with no mercy, form the very first poke he was balls deep. He pumped me like a ragdoll for 5 minutes then exploded cum deep and pulled out almost instantly, but within seconds another cock was deep in me, I had no idea who it was, fatboy was lifting his cheeks every 30 seconds for me to get a breath in but I have never been so lightheaded in my life, then number 2 unloads his cum, out he pulls his cock, and another rock hard one stabs me, then fat boy slides down finally onto my chest, I look over and there are 6 naked guys all cocks in their hands jerking in the booth next door watching thru the window. The fucking went on for a good 2 hours and I know I took every cock in the place, there was no doubt in my mind I was fucked 15 times. Finally fatboy got off me, he had a wet towel and a dry one from I guess the mens room, and cleaned himself off got dressed and left. My ass was swollen and my wrists stinging, skinny black boy unlocked the handcuffs and handed me some towels and walked out and closed the door, the booth next to me had no one I in it but I couldn’t close the window cause the power was till off, I cleaned up and got dressed and zipped up my backpack. I put the towels folded down on the oily bench and sat down for a few minutes to catch my breath. I was about to get up when into the other booth walked the girl from the front counter. I was startled but she looked right at me and behind her came this big biker dude, wearing jenas and a leather vest, He was bald, tatooed and muscular, he closed the door to the booth next to me and then he pushed her up against the glass, pulled her shirt up and grinded her tits into the glass in front of me, she looked at me right in the eyes as he pulled her pants down and started to just fuck her hard against the glass, she started licking the glass divider, when suddenly I heard my door open and in walked this big hariy biker dude, it was almost the other guys twin but he was more hairy than muscular. He closed the door behind him and pushed me up against the glass facing the girl and yanked my pants down and impaled my ass with his fat cock, we both were now licking the glass from both sides getting savagely fucked like two whores then I felt his cock start to pump cum in me hard and I could tell from her eyes she was getting filled up too. When he was done he pulled his cock out and I felt a VERY fat buttplug pushed into my ass tight. He reached down and pulled my jeans up fast and hard, when the denim dug into my ass and ballsack he didn’t stop, he picked me up by the jeans anheld me against the glass until they were done in the other booth. I watched the other guy plus slutgirl with a buttplug too, it was strange but hot. MY biker fucker then said, get your stuff we have places to go. Now at this point I had already had the nastiest wildest sex abuse I could ever want but I really didn’t know if these guys, and girl, knew my buddy that dropped me off there or not, but I had nothing to do and was still very very wired and still insanely craving things up my ass, so I followed this guy out the door. Around the corner we met the other two and walked thru the halls and out the front door. It was now dark out so I looked at my watch and it was about 10:30pm. We crossed the street and walked for like 5 blocks, my ass was incredibly uncomfortable and yet still really really horney. They didn’t say much on the walk but I finally figured we were walking to the subway station up the street……

After what seemed like an eternity - Paul awoke from his slumber - he looked at the clock - 13:26. Damn. Paul sat on the edge of the bed - his body stiff from the fucking he has received. His ass hole was still tender. He got up - and looked at himself in the mirror - his reflection showed him looking wrinkled and still half asleep. - He turned around and spread his ass cheeks looking at his hole. It was red, slightly swollen with cum encrusted on it. Seeing his hole in this state set his mind racing to what had happened the night before - and his felt his cock twitch and the memory re-ignited the horniness in his groin. "Let me shower," he thought - "before things get out of control" Paul stepped into the shower - the heat soothing his stiff and sore body - he cleaned his ass crack gently - the encrusted cum momentarily turning back to liquid and filing his nostrils with the scent of sex. He let the warm water trickle down his ass crack and over his hole - the warmth soothing and relaxing it. He stepped out of the shower - dried himself off and - still naked - walked over to his laptop and opened it - the screen flickered back to life and he opened his email. There was the usual junk plus a few other replies to the ad he had posted the night before. He was about to exit the email app when a new email arrived - he recognised the sender as "The Top" - the subject line was : "Hey - Thought you might like these" He opened the email to find around 15 attachments - all pictures. He opened the first one - he recognised his ass immediately - in his ass was a thick veiny cock - he assumed this was the tops cock buried halfway into his ass - the pic caused another twitch in his cock. The second pic showed the same cock now buried to the hilt in his ass - again Pauls cock stiffened and the visual recollection of the night before. Around the 6th pic -things changed -the 6th pic showed the muscled body of what Paul assumed was the Voice - the picture was taken from across the room so it couldnt possibly be the top. Paul was now totally hard and stroking his cock - the pics were making him so fucking horny to get fucked again. On the 11th pic - a pic taken from the front showing strong hands gripping his hips - Paul noticed that the top had a small biohazard tattoo on his left hip - he had seen that before and knew what it meant - the guy fucking him was poz! Paul felt a sinking feeling in his stomach -"öh god - what have I done?" - however his cock hardened in his hand ... He opened the next four pics - all of them showed his asshole leaking cum - poz cum - infected cum - the more he looked- the less his stomach sank and the harder and hornier he became! Fuck - had he taken poz loads? Why did this turn him on? Fuck! With these thoughts runing through his mind - and through, it seemed, his cock, Paul orgasmed a huge load of ---was it poz now? - cum. Paul recoeverd from his orgasm and once again looked at the pics of cum leaking out his hole.....the biohazard tattoo,,the cum...the cum....so much cum..... He hit the reply button : "Does that biohazard tattoo mean what I think it means?" And hit send....

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.

A while ago I reported on a very sexy young guy who practically lives around the corner. He wanted me to make some pics of him in my jockstraps for profile pics because he didn't have any. This morning (still on my morning coffee) I got a message from him saying he now had some of his own and if I would mind making some more pics? Even though, like me, he is bottom only, I got hard thinking about it. And I knew there would be a "reward". Told him I would be over in 30 minutes. Showered, put on a cockring, sweatpants (commando of course), T-shirt and sneakers. Grabbed my camera and went over. The guy is gorgeous. Early 20s, fucking handsome, great body, juicy cock and an amazing muscled bubble butt. He told me the first time he wanted me to take the pics because he didn't want his dates to take them. He picked me because I was a handsome "daddy", bottom too and lived near his place. Got there in a few minutes. He was in one of his new jocks when he opened the door. We went straight to business. I took pics of him, ass up, bulging crotch (he is hung, such a waste), no face. I had also brought a skimpy speedo (too small for me) so I could take front (bulge) and back pics (fucking hot butt) of that. I got a raging boner taking the pics, which showed in the sweats. When I was done taking pictures I told him to lie down and then ate his ass. He jerked off and came all over his chest and chin. He scooped it up and swallowed it, fed me some. After that I pulled down my sweats and presented him my throbbing boner. He went to work on that as if he hadn't had breakfast or lunch. Even though I tried to hold back to enjoy the feeling the guy is such a good sucker I came within minutes and squirted my load down his throat. Told him I would send over the pics and to call me again if he needed new ones. Two Bottoms can have fun even though I prefer a stiff one up my hole. I hope he contacts me again

Personally, if you want an app but think Grindr sucks (I know I do), I advise Scruff. The population on there is usually more mature and less prone to judge a book by its cover, far friendlier towards barebacking, and the app itself doesn't censor words like "bare" and "raw" like Grindr does. There's even a "Poz" category! (Although no category for neg barebackers like me) I know I've had a lot of success with it!

PART 4 Coach Pitt slowly began pulling his cock out of my sloppy hole, and I whimpered. He smiled and kissed me again. “Don’t worry, sweet boy,” he said. “Your hole won’t be empty for long.” In fact, it wasn’t empty for more than five seconds. Coach Strickland pushed his fat dick into me right away, and I could feel the warmth and wetness of Coach Pitt’s seed getting worked even deeper inside my slammed-up hole. “Pitt and I met at a wrestling conference a few years back,” Strickland explained, sweat dripping down his forehead as he thrust his dick deep. “We’d both responded to a Craigslist ad posted by some college slut. This kid wanted neg tops to breed him, so I showed up to give the little fucker a surprise. Anyway, when Pitt shot his load inside this kid’s fuckhole, I caught Pitt’s eye and he winked at me. Flashed that devil-smile of his. That’s when I knew he was doing the exact same thing I was doing—stealth-pozzing the negboy. A few months later, he got me a job here at the high school, and we’ve been slowly converting our favorite wrestlers into poz chemsluts ever since.” His thrusts were faster now. His breath grew ragged. His eyes were solid black, staring me down as he grinned like a fucking demon. “And now,” he said, “You know what’s gonna happen?” “You’re gonna breed me. Please breed me, Coach.” “Fuck yeah, Lance. I’m gonna give you a big dose of my poz seed. You. Fucking. Slammed. Up. PIG.” His whole body shook as he pushed even deeper than before, and his stomach muscles flexed as his dick sprayed volleys of toxic jizz into my hungry fuckhole. By then, I could see that the playroom was getting crowded, and I recognized everyone: guys who’d graduated in the last year or two or three, most of them wrestling at the local university now. They were watching Strickland breed me, stroking their dicks, helping each other get slammed up, and staring me down with that same demonic intensity. Tom Goldsmith—last year’s captain, the guy from the homemade video I'd seen in Pitt's office—was the first to get his poz cock up in me, and by that point I was spreading my jockbutt and begging for his dirty cum. I took a load from every poz jockpig in the room. Then Coach Pitt unstrapped me from the harness, helped me down, and turned to address the roomful of guys. “I’m gonna take a few minutes alone with this boy,” he said. “You’re all welcome to stick around and pig out. Help yourself to more rigs over there on the desk if you want.” He walked me upstairs, leading me to his bedroom. He closed the door. Then he drew me close to him, pressed his chest against mine, and said: “I’m so proud of you, Lance.” He kissed me, a wet, hungry kiss, while his fingers slowly massaged my cummy hole. “I just wanted a few minutes alone with you. And you know what, pigboy?” “What?” “I think it might be time for another slam.” I nodded eagerly, and he smiled. “Good boy,” he said. He gestured for me to climb onto the bed. He positioned me on my back, spreading my legs. Then, keeping his eyes locked on mine, he pushed his cock into my sloppy cumhole. With his dick buried inside me, he proceeded with the slams. I watched in fascination as he wrapped a rubber strap around his arm, as the needle slid into his vein, as blood filled the syringe, and as he plunged the Tina into his bloodstream. He groaned, and his cock grew even harder in my fuckhole. Then his eyes took on an evil glint as he turned his attention to me. “Want some more Tina flowing through you, boy?” “Fuck yeah. Slam me up. Please.” “You got it, pig.” The needle was in my vein within seconds. Then he pushed down on the syringe and delivered the chemical payload I was craving. I coughed, but a little less this time. I felt the drug race to my brain, my heart, my dick. Then my hole began involuntarily milking the raw cock lodged deep within me. Coach laughed. “There you go, slampig,” he said. I kept milking him as he closed his eyes and began thrusting deep. Then he leaned in for another kiss. “I want you to be my boy,” he said. “You’re somethin’ else, Lance. You’re just a natural fuckin’ pig. And my cock belongs in this sweet boyhole.” He reached down to feel my own throbbing cock, which had remained hard all night. “And look at this, you hot little fucker,” he said. “This fat dick of yours? It’ll be perfect bait to get hot neg jockboys—boys just like you—into our sling.” He kissed me again. “You’re fucking perfect. So whaddaya say? Be my fuckin’ boy?” I flashed a giant smile as he barebacked my hole. “I feel so lucky,” I said. “I’ve jacked off so many times thinking about your cock—what it might look like, how it might feel in my hand. And now your giant raw dick is buried inside me. It’s unbelievable. And fuck yeah, I want to be yours.” “Mine?” “All yours.” With that, I felt his dick spasm inside me. Another intense kiss. Then he just looked at me, his cock still twitching as it continued to impregnate my wrecked boyhole. “Fuck, Lance,” he said. “I love shooting my poz cum in you.” Later, when we made our way back to the playroom, I did another slam and took another round of loads. That was incredibly hot, but it wasn’t my favorite part. My favorite part was this: being alone with Coach Pitt in his bedroom, feeling his powerful arms wrapped around me, my head nuzzling the hair on his muscular chest, while his dick slowly worked that second load of his poz cum into my knocked-up hole. And then hearing him whisper in my ear: “Mine.” THE END

My bf does occasionally PNP and then he becomes a cum crazed junkie inviting all kind of guys over to our home. When he is with me he doesn't do it as I don't PNP. He is then rather repressed.He is open about it though and we do have a open relationship.... I do like to invite other guys over to tag team him but most of the time he is not up for it. As I travel a lot and enjoy whoring out guys I enjoy inviting tops over to breed some slut. Most of the time he is then very critical about the guys that come to my partys but when he is high I know that he invites guys over that r less than "pretty" so to speak....is he being an HYPOCYTE or am I? The truth of the matter is that I enjoy sharing him with other guys but don't like necessary to transform our home into a sexclub. I rather do it while we r in a strange city. The city and the community where we live is kind of small and it kind of bothers me that people would talk about us when we go out.... Should I not care? The truth of the matter is that I start to resent him for it.... I find the whole PNP scene such a looser scene.... Am I maybe over reacting?

1. I looked at my watch once more. It read 5:50PM; only ten more minutes of agony. There hadn't been a customer since 3:00PM; my manager had left at 4:30, and I prayed that one would not appear at the last minute. Thirty minutes earlier, I had tempted the customer fates by taking break in the back room; if one would come, it would have been when I had my pants down and my dick hanging out. Luckily, no one had come. I had changed into a jock strap and now the bright red waist band just barely peeked out from above my khakis. Outside, there was a slow drizzle still coming down. I didn't mind. It would make a last minute customer even less likely now, and the bath house would be even more crowded this evening. I looked in my backpack. The two booty bumps I had prepared before work were still there. All I had to do now was draw up some water and let it dissolve, and I'd be flying twenty minutes later. I did the math once more. Five minutes to close up. Five minutes to walk to the bath house. Five minutes to get settled in my room. And then five minutes to find a top to pound my hole. It meant could do the bump right before I locked the front door. Which, in turn, meant it was now finally time to fill it up and let it start dissolving. It only took a second at the stockroom sink to fill the booty syringe; I left it there for the small crystals to dissolve in the water. Back out in the sales room, it felt like an hour passed before 5:58 arrived. However, slowly, endlessly, it did. I sneaked into the back, dropped my khakis to my knees, and slid the thin tube deep in my hole. There was just enough lube left in my hole from cleaning out earlier that it went in easily. I pressed down the plunger and the cold liquid burned for a moment before it settled into a dull ache. It would be a few minutes before the tina soaked in and I savored the anticipation. I put the used booty bump in my bag, next to the one I was saving for midnight. There was also the pipe and torch, but those would be for later. I pulled up my pants back up and returned to the show room. The clock now read six o'clock. I was done and was completely free for the next four days. But my fates had other ideas. Right as I started towards the door, a man appeared from around the corner, and pushed his way into the shop. "Fuckin' A!," he exclaimed. "You're still open. Been a fucking bitch of an afternoon, running from store to store. You still got the new iPhones in stock?" "Yeah," I said. I shifted my weight, feeling those tiny few cc's of liquid shift in my hole. I had only a precious few minutes before it would hit. When it did, I wanted to be at the bathhouse, getting ready for a fat white shaft to slide into my hole. "Well, we were just about to close." The customer was a black man wearing a windbreaker and baggy sweats. I had gotten a lot better over the past few years, but I still hated dealing with them. It was always one problem after another: lost ID; wanting some blinged out phone; failing the credit check; after an hour of dithering, picking the cheapest one. I had never had a good experience with a black man. "But you have them?" I nodded, before I even realized what I was doing. "Good, he said, pulled down the hood from his ratty windbreaker. "Now, don't be a fucking cocksucker, and sell me a phone." I looked him over. He was tallish, maybe 6'1", with a definite muscle build. His head was clean-shaven, a smooth expanse of chocolate-brown skin. As I looked over his fine black body, I remembered my past. Of course, there was still the tattoo, but today, there was also the jockstrap. I had bought it at a leather store in Atlanta and the strap was decorated with Confederate flags. The tina was starting to work its depraved magic, and I found myself wondering how it would look; his fat black cock sliding into my white hole against the background of the racist symbol. It was always the first sign of the crystal kicking in; my imagination got more vivid, more extreme, searching out the taboo and dirty, the profane and depraved. I had never been fucked by a black man before. What I had been taught as a child was hard to overcome, but the tina was changing my outlook. At least I remembered the first rule of customer service. "I'm Mark," I finally said. "Hey, Mark! If you wanna take care of me, sell me the damn phone." I was quickly wrenched back to reality. He had caught me checking him out and I knew it would be the first of many betrayals the booty bump would commit against me. I looked back up at his eyes; they were neither friendly nor angry. They were just resigned. "Yo, Mark, it's cool. A good cocksucker can do things to my tool no girl would ever dream of doing. But first, I gotta get a new phone. Black. 32." "Gotta get it out of the back," I said, trying to focus on his face. I resisted the urge to look down. He was wearing baggy sweats and I knew if I looked down, I'd see the outline of his cock. In my mind, he had a long, fat black shaft. Mine, by comparison, would be nothing more than a tiny white one. "Sure man. You do what you gotta do," he said. "You mind if I smoke a quick one?" I was conflicted. I didn't really want him smoking any more than I wanted him in the shop. But if I made him go outside, it would take another five minutes, and that would be five less minutes getting plowed by an anonymous stranger at the bath house. "I guess," I said as I grabbed the keys. "Sure." In the storage room, I eyed my bag. A freshly loaded pipe was in there, not to mention the other booty bump. A quick hit seemed like just what I needed. I pulled the pipe out, staring at the pool of melted crystal at the bottom. It called to me, but I forced myself to put the pipe back in the case. The last thing I need was to get even higher. I had to remember that the booty bump had barely hit me. I had dosed myself with nearly a quarter and the weekend was only just beginning. I grabbed the box from the shelf, and went back into the show room. Even though I hadn't hit the pipe, I couldn't say the same for my customer. He had a long glass pipe hanging from his lips, and was carefully heating it up with a torch. From the slight haze in the air, it was clearly not his first hit. He looked up at me, and pulled the pipe out of this mouth. He just smiled, then exhaled a thick white cloud. I wondered if he knew it was getting recorded. If he did, he didn't seem to care. "You cool with this?" he asked, his tone letting me he didn't care if I was cool or not. "Needed to blow some clouds." "Sure," I said, putting the box on the counter. He was staring at me, and I was momentarily transfixed, like a deer caught in headlights. I licked my lips, first once, then twice, and a third time. He laughed. "Damn man. Your eyes are wide. Your head already up in these clouds?" "Yeah," I said. I was no longer stunned into silence, and was able to speak again. "Booty bump." "Well, damn man, I gotta catch up. But first, you gotta get that phone up and running man." "Yeah," I said. "Name? And your number?" "TJ. TJ Wiliams," he said and gave me his number. I quickly typed it in, as he savored another long slow drag off the pipe. I scanned in the phone, and waited for the activation sequence to finish. TJ did another two hits before offering me the pipe. "I know you're already tweaked," he said. "But a little more never hurt no one." I took the pipe. It was still warm and smoking and I inhaled deeply. The thick clouds filled my lungs, lifting me up and away from my mundane concerns. TJ was hardly a delay; he might even be the main event for the night. Unfortunately, right as I was exhaling, an error message came up on the screen. It was one I was far too familiar with; I was going to have to call the tech support line and get some stupid block cleared from his account. I had the number burned into muscle memory; it wasn't long before I had someone on the line. I tried to explain the situation, watching out of the corner of my eye as TJ hit the pipe a few more times. His hand had dropped to his crotch, and through the thin fabric, he was playing with his cock. Finally, the representative said he needed to talk with TJ. "He needs to talk to you," I said, handing him the phone. I tried to keep my eyes on his face, but a motion pulled my gaze down. The outline of his cock was clearly visible. It was a massive, thick rod already straining against the fabric of his sweats. "Yeah?" TJ said. He put the phone to his ear. "Hello?" he asked. "Hello?" He frowned. "Fuck that shit," he said, the anger palpable. "If they are going to put me on fucking hold, you're going to keep me happy." He pushed down his sweats, letting his cock spring free. "Suck my dick, faggot," he said. I hesitated, suddenly aware of the large glass windows facing the street. "Oh come on. I've seen how you've been drooling over it. You know you want it." With his free hand, he pushed me down to my knees, my face exactly level with his dick. I stared at the black snake for a moment, not quite believing where I had ended up. He wanted me to suck on it, to debase myself at the altar of his black cock. Involuntarily, I wondered what my father would say if he were still alive. It would have been bad enough that I was gay. It would be unforgivable that I was kneeling down in front of a black man and even contemplating sucking on his massive tool. "Come on cocksucker. You know you want it," he said, before pulling me forward onto his cock. By animal reflex, I opened my mouth, letting the black cockhead slide into me. So many years of my life had been spent teaching me how everything I was doing was wrong. Between the twin sins of sucking dick and hanging out with a black guy, it was hard to tell which was worse. But the combination of letting his warm cockhead slide into my mouth was a sin my father would have never been able to forgive me for. Nevertheless, I let it happen. This evening, it seemed like the right thing to do. It seemed like the absolute least thing I could do to improve this man's experience. As I nursed on his dickhead, I heard snippets of conversation. "Yeah," he said. "715 Oak St. Unit 5," followed shortly after by "5102." He listened a while longer, then finally said, "Thanks, yeah." and put the phone down on the counter. "Fuckholes," he said. "But it should be ok now." I looked up at him, his dick still nestled in my mouth. "One good thing, had you kept that up, I might have shot right down your throat." He picked up his new phone from the counter. "But now I can use your throat properly while we wait for my phone to sync." I nodded dumbly. I was still kneeling before this black thug, hungry for cock. "Take off your shirt, faggot." I didn't want to take it off, not for him. I had no idea how he was going to react; the tattoo was far worse than the jock strap. I was saving up, slowly, to get it removed, but for now, it was the reminder every morning and every evening of my youth, and the stupid choices we all make. It was simple, but powerful. A black eagle, holding a red Nazi swastika on my left pectoral. It had the unfortunate characteristic that the more I worked out, the more obvious it was. "Go on, cocksucker, take it off. Don't get all shy with me; you've had my cock in your mouth." I slowly pull it off, hunching over slightly, hoping against hope he doesn't notice it. But it was to no avail. "What's that faggot?" he asked as he pushed me back. "Fucking skinhead asshole, huh?" he laughed. "But yet, you gobbled down my big black cock, didn't you?" I nodded dumbly, trying to keep my balance as I leaned back, trying to stay out of range of his fist. He looked me over, and then started to laugh even harder. I dared to look down, and I saw the waist band of my jock strap clearly visible, the red flags almost glowing against my tan skin. "Fuck cocksucker. Just one racist asshole symbol after another, huh?" I try to protest but he slaps me. "Don't matter. I'll just take out a bit of insurance." He took the phone and swiped a few times. "Let's just get a few pictures of that sweet white mouth choking on my nigga dick." He smiled, as he spoke. "Just something to share with your manager. Maybe your white power facebook buddies as well." He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down on his cock, forcing it into my throat. Before I can react, he got a picture of my mouth wide open, his cock sliding in. Then he took another, one of me staring at him. Then a third, this one of me gagging as the head of his cock hit the back of my mouth. Finally, a fourth one, drool dripping out around my mouth and my lips tight on the anonymous and massive black cock. By the time I had recovered from my gagging and coughing, I knew it was too late. The pictures had been synced to the cloud, and no matter what I could do, he'd always have access to them. "A better attitude on your part and these pictures will be our little secret. Any bit of racist white shit, and it's gonna be all over the internet. You got that white boy?" I nodded, acutely aware I had no option but to comply, however hard it was going to be for me. I took another look at him, taking time to see him anew: his massive chest, taut abs, and then his thick cock. It may have been the tina finally hitting me, but I realized it was the most beautiful, most perfect cock I had ever seen. It was thick, almost too thick to wrap my hand around. It was long, like a foot-long ruler hanging out from his groin. It was hard, hanging down under the influence of gravity. It was the porn-star epitome of cock, requiring my obedience of its every desire, and my worship of every inch of it. A little thing, like a poor racist whiteboy gagging was a thing of utter inconsequential pointlessness compared to the pleasure his ebony shaft demanded. I opened up my mouth, and swallowed it again. Once more, I started to gag again when it hit the back of my throat. It was no easier physically. If anything, his cock was thicker and harder, making it more difficult to take into my mouth. But mentally and emotionally, it was an entirely different world. I was no longer choking down on a black thugs cock, a man beneath me in every way. I was now worshipping the most perfect dick in the world and giving my ebony God pleasure. With his guttural moans of pleasure, forceful thrusts of his hips and the salutary effects of the tina, I powered through the urge to gag and let his steel shaft enter my throat and dominate my experience. "That's it cocksucker. Gobble it up." Another spasm of gagging racked my body but I forced myself to stay on TJ's cock. "Come on, Mark," he continued, resting his hand on the back of my head. There was only the slightest bit of force from him, but it was enough to let me know I had to stay on my knees and take his cock. As the spasm slowly subsided, I got more comfortable with his cock sliding in and out of my throat. "Damn," he said. "I guess anyone on the street can see us, huh?" I nodded as best I could while impaled on his black shaft. "Probably should be doing this somewhere a little more, private, maybe?" he asked. "I mean, you do work here." I nodded again, my mouth and throat still filled with his cock. "You have anywhere more private?" Once more, I nodded. This time, at least, he pulled out enough for me to say something. "Stock room," I said as best I could. "Sounds good," he said. He slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth, the fat head now glistening with a mixture of spit and pre-cum. It took me a second to recognize that it was my spit shiny on the black shaft, and that the majority of his pre-cum had dripped down my throat and into my stomach. I was already contaminated with the black man's pre-cum and it would only be a short while before he added his sperm to my body. "You go ahead and close up shop. I'll be back in the stockroom, waiting. Then we can finish this, um, transaction." Still on my knees but made brave by the crystal now coursing through my blood and invading my brain, I decided to make a different suggestion. "Well, I was going to go to the bath house after this. Do you want to come with me?" He smiled for a moment, torturing me with the silence. "Maybe," he said. I had barely processed his statement before the tina made another statement. However, it needed to use my mouth, my body to make it. "I'll pay for your entrance," I said. "Bath house," he said. "You mean, like a sex club?" "Yeah," I said. "Exactly." I was still on my knees, still right on level with his thick, hard cock. It was gently bobbing in time with each breath he took, and I thought I could see it throb with his every heart beat. I was fascinated by his black manhood. I had seen pictures online, but never seen a black cock so up close and personal. It was scary, almost evil, but at the same time, I was fascinated. As hard as it was to reconcile with my past, I was in awe of it. I needed to understand it, and the only way I knew how involved a night at the bath house. "Damn. So you're gonna get fucked there? Suck off random guys? "Yeah," I said, terrified, but knowing that it was the truth. And it was a truth I would have to confront at some point, no matter how hard I tried to repress it. "Fuck, faggot. Gonna get all loaded up, huh?" I nodded, not really wanting to acknowledge what he said out loud. But it was true. My plan had always been to get tweaked, head to the bath house, and see how many loads I could collect over the next twelve hours. Only now, at least one of those loads would come from a black man. I was momentarily repulsed at the thought, something so patently inferior and bad entering my body. But then I looked up and saw TJ looking down at me, a slight grin playing across his face. I would do anything to make him happy, no matter how debased it might be. "That I can get into," he said. "You lead the way." He pulled up his sweats, pushing his cock into them. It was still straining against the fabric and still plainly visible. I went into the back room, grabbed my bag, the empty booty bump syringe, and my jacket, turning out the lights and arming the alarm as I came back out. TJ was playing with his new phone, and looked up at me. "And don't worry. I've more than enough of this to keep us going all night," he said, shaking a fat bag of white crystals. I didn't tell him I had just as much in my bag. I turned out the lights, and locked the door behind us. The night was cool, the light rain still continuing. "Where we going?" he asked. "I took a bus, so hope it's close." "Yeah," I said. "Just down the street, actually." "Sweet," he said. We walked in silence. I wasn't sure what to say. All I could think about was how his cock had felt in my throat, and how badly I wanted his black meat in my hole. But that barely seemed appropriate out on the public street, even if it was relatively quiet and growing dark. Luckily, TJ rescued me. "You go here often?" I had been there every weekend for the past few months. I had long ago lost track of how many men I had let inside me or how many loads I had taken. But I wasn't ready to tell TJ about this side of me; he already knew more than I wanted. "Yeah," I said. "It comes and it goes." "And there's just sex going on? Anywhere?" "Well, there are private rooms. But sometimes in the halls or the dark corners." "Damn. Full-on sex?" "Yeah," I say. "Fuck man. And I've been jerking off all this time?" He laughed, right about the time we get to the door. It's a nondescript industrial building. The entrance is the only thing well-lit, a plain door that only reads "Private Club." I opened the door, and TJ walked in. I followed him and went up to the desk. I recognize the guy behind it; it's Dennis. More than once he has ended up in my room on his break, hitting the pipe, then hitting my ass hard. For a skinny guy, he has got a big cock, and he knows how use it. He smiled when he saw me. "Mark," he said. "Good to see you." He looked behind the desk and checked what rooms were free. Before I could say anything, he put a key on the counter. "Looks like we have an upgrade for you tonight," he said. "He with you?" Dennis continued, indicating TJ behind me. "Yeah," I said. "I'll get his locker." I pull out my membership and put it on the counter. "ID?" Dennis asked TJ. He pulled a wallet out of his jacket, and put his license down on the counter. "First time here?" Dennis asked TJ. "Yeah," TJ said. "I know you'll have fun," Dennis said and rang us up. I pulled out my wallet and opened it up to get some cash. TJ was standing behind me and was tall enough to see over my shoulder. As I counted out three twenties, TJ let out a low whistle of appreciation. I had gotten enough cash to cover the bath house as well as several rounds of re-stocking on favors. It made for a thick wallet. "All done," Dennis said, and buzzed the two of us in. He met us inside, holding a few towels and the keys to the room. "Gotta check your bags," he said. "What?" I asked. Reluctantly, I put my bag on the counter. If I had known, I would have taken precautions to hide the favors. "Yeah," Dennis said. "Boss wants me to make sure we keep our reputation." I repressed the urge to laugh. Of the several sex clubs in town, this one had the reputation for being the sleaziest. It was why I went. Dennis opened my bag, and started to look through it. At least I had already done one booty bump. It wouldn't be enough, but it would be better than nothing. "Hmmm," he said, digging through the bag. "I think you should know better." From the bottom, he pulled out two forgotten condoms, no doubt the relic of some ancient, mis-guided attempt at safer sex outreach. He tossed them into the garbage, before zipping my bag back up. "Yours?" he said, turning to TJ. "I'm not sure about this," TJ says. He's holding his bag a bit protectively. "Don't stress," I said. "It's just a formality." "I guess," he said, and put the backpack on the counter. Dennis unzipped it, barely looked in it, and zipped it back up. Dennis reached under the counter and pulled out a plain white envelope. He handed it to TJ with his bag. "First time. Welcome. I doubt you'll need it, but here's something to make it extra memorable." He winked at me before handing me the towels and keys. "342," he said. "I'll find you on my break?" "Sounds good." TJ and I started up the stairs. It was a Friday evening, so it was already fairly busy. TJ was staring in open wonder at the range of men walking around with nothing more than a towel. I was staring as well, looking forward to the rest of the evening.

To begin with, this is just a story. Nothing you read here has happened. Yet. Paul was horny. Very horny and was looking to get fucked. He posted his usual ad on all the relevant hookup sites, sat back and waited. After a couple of minutes a few replies came in, one of which immediately caught his attention. The headline : You gonna get fucked. The content was of a nicely sized uncut dick attached to a good looking reasonably in-shape guy. Paul hit the reply button saying: Yeah. But are you going to be the one to fuck me? Paul also attached a photograph of his ass. Within minutes the reply came back: Give me your address. Paul complied without hesitation, providing his address. The reply came back within seconds: I'll be there in 5 minutes. Be naked. Ass up. Damn. Paul jumped up and immediately did a quick clean up, closed blinds to make for a dark room and hurried down the hallway which connected the bedroom with the outer door, which he unlocked, and then returning to the bedroom, climbed-up on the bed and waited.

With a big nod to Scottyrim’s story “Steamroom.” ____________________________________________________ When I entered the steam room, the hot moist air billowed around me and then settled down again as I eased the door shut behind me. I looked around me and saw two young guys were sitting on the right side platform and they were jerking each other. On the left side, two guys were sitting towards the back. The two young guys were rather well built,but the the two on the left looked a bit gaunt and wasted. I knew what that meant, although I had to admit that they still looked kind of handsome. I sat near the two guys on the right and attempted to join in their play but they made it plain that my participation was unwelcome, so I sat quietly for a while, enjoying the stress-relieving heat. As I looked around the room, my eyes kept returning to the two guys in the opposite corner. Each time I looked, their eyes were gazing at me steadily. Neither hostile, nor friendly, they just seemed kind of curious as they looked back at me. I smiled nervously and this got their smiles in return. One of them, he was the shorter of the two at about 5’10”, got up and came over to where I was sitting on the wooden platform. He had a very nice cock, somewhat swollen from all the heat. It waggled temptingly back and forth as he crossed the room, making it impossible not to stare at it. “See anything you like?” he asked. I was too tongue-tied to respond. “I do,” he continued, and with that he reached out, put his hands on my bare shoulders and pushed me flat onto my back. My legs were still hanging over the edge, bent at the knees, so that my toes were just brushing the floor. Then he leaned over and started gently manipulating my cock. I was getting charged up and it felt amazingly good. I didn’t know what to think. My mind was racing. This guy was pushing all the right buttons but he was clearly in the grip of the virus. I knew that what we were doing was safe but it somehow seemed to be going awfully fast. I knew we should stop at some point but I could not clearly figure out what that point was going to be. All I knew was that I was getting hotter and hotter and it wasn’t the steam. He kept stroking, squeezing and tugging my dick, rolling it in his hand and gently pinching the head. My eyes closed, and my head began rolling around with my mouth agape. The massage stopped and I felt a hand gently grip my chin. I opened eyes and looked up as he turned my head towards him. I saw that he had moved up along my body, walked around the end of the platform and was now right next to my head. “You like that, don’t you?” With that he leaned over me and his cock swung forward and hovered over my still open mouth. He gazed at me calmly and said, “There’s something you can do for me!” I shook slightly as a thrill or shiver ran through my body. “Relax! Everything’s gonna be okay.” With that, he smiled and lowered his cock into my open mouth. I moaned in surprise and fear as well as sheer lust. He repeated, “It’s gonna be okay.” Now, I’m a born cocksucker so my mouth knew what to do. I suckled on the head, then moved up and down his growing shaft. I felt his hand return to fondling my dick, but when I twisted my neck to look down there I was shocked to see that his friend had taken over that task. I hadn’t even heard him get up and join us. He nudged his way between my knees. When he suddenly widened his stance my legs were spread apart. His cock was fully erect, not too thick, but about eight inches in length. At this moment I knew I was in great danger. Here I was with two men clearly infected by the bug. One was see-sawing his cock in and out of my mouth, and the other was standing between my legs, his hard cock already starting to drip toxic pre-cum. The two young guys opposite had ceased their play and were silently staring at the unfolding scene with a mixture of wonder and horror. They could see that I was in trouble. With the stranger’s dick in my mouth I couldn’t do much more than utter moans which could have meant anything. I gazed at them with mute appeal. Could they possibly save me from this situation? With relief I saw that one of them jumped up and hurriedly left the steam room. Help would be here soon, I thought, until he suddenly returned alone. He had gone to retrieve his phone so that he could capture the events on video. Despite my fears, I was also consumed by sexual need. These two men had seduced me, with hardly a word being spoken, and now I was teetering on the verge of the unthinkable. I looked up. The first guy smiled reassuringly. I could tell from his unwavering expression that there was no chance of stopping them. Some part of me had already surrendered to their will. It was simply understood that I was going to bottom for them. Here and now, with the other two as witnesses. The taller of the two gaunt men began to nudge into me with his cock. “Uh-uh!” said the shorter man. “Today, I go first!” With that, he changed places with his friend. As he entered me, my toes began to flex and curl as the flash from the phone camera lit up the room.

THIS IS JUST FANTASY. this didn't really happen to me I started out my day doing as I usually did. checking my email, like master told me to do every day some back story on my master hes a big dom white man that loves to use sissy bois like me for his pleasure what ever it may be, his cock is an beer can thick 8 inch un cut cock, that loves to fit into holes too small to fit I met master online a few months ago and he has been my master every since he first stuck his big bear cock inside me and came deep inside my ass. from then on he's pushed my limits of taking his cock and being used for his pleasure. A few rules he gave me were I was not allowed to use toys anymore so I would stay tight for him when ever he fucked me. I was not allowed to see other men also unless he gave me permission to do so. As for fucking he told me that I have to thank him every time he came in me whether in my mouth or in my ass and if he came in my ass I was too clean his cock as soon as it flopped out my ass. I was too never touch my self while I was pleasuring him unless I was told to. starting to get the point..... he loved to use me for his pleasure regardless of how I felt Opening the day's e-mail, I found a message from my Master which read "I have a surprise for you, boy. This Friday, five days from now, I'm sending you to a friend's house. You will show up on time, you will wear the items provided, and do whatever my friend demands of you. Oh, and you are also not allowed to touch your self this entire week. Understood, boy?" I respond "Yes, Master. Will he be using a condom? And how big is he?" A day went by and Master replied "Does it matter, boy? You do as I say. However, this changes a few things. Be ready Friday." I respond "I'm sorry, sir. Yes, I know I am your's to use. I just wanted to make sure I had enough lube to accommodate his size." His only reply was to say "Be ready Friday and at the address provided at the designated time." My heart started to beat out of my chest on what possibly he had in store..... Well friday came and I got ready. The address wasn't too far away, so I drove there all the while my heart was beating out of control on what I could be possibly walking into. Arriving at the house, which was in the middle of no where with no neighbors within miles. The house was a very nice wood cabin, quite home-like, with just a few lights on. I honestly even wondered briefly if anyone was even home, but, seeing a couple nice cars parked around back, I figured the guy must be loaded and was also at home. Approaching the front door, I saw a note which read 'Come in. The door is unlocked'. doing as instructed, I pushed the door, which was indeed unlocked. The door swung on its hinges, which were apparently in need of oil as the door loudly creaked as it opened ever so slowly. The approach was quite ominous, but looking around the foyer I saw some handsome furnishings, including a pier table on which a blindfold and a jock strap were placed. Another note was also prominently positioned on the table, obviously for my benefit. I wasn't all that surprised the note read simply 'Take off all your clothing and dress yourself in the jock strap and blindfold'. I slide my clothes off, and put them on a pile next to the door. I then slid on the jock strap over my boyish figure. the jock feels perfect around my small toned body. I then slide on the final item.... the blindfold. I tie it snugly around my head and cover my eyes till I cant see anything I stand there for a few good minutes, shivering cause its cold in the house and I feel very exposed, or its most likely cause I am nervous at what's to come. finally I hear foot steps and they are coming close. I feel a hand grab my shoulder and flip me around till my back is to the unknown person. I feel his hot breath on my ear as he pulls my hands behind me and start to feel cold metal around one of my wrists, then the other. I thought to my self..... hand cuffs.... I then feel the burly hands grab my ass hard and then comes an unfamiliar voice whispering in my ear. "are you ready boi" before I can answer the man shoves a rubber ball in my mouth and then wraps the bound ball around my mouth with a leather strap. I try to say something and struggle but my assailant is too strong and just holds me by the cuffs I hear him say under his breath "doesn't matter if you are, boi" with that the big man (from what I can tell at the time felt like a over 6 foot tall man and at least 250 lbs) swung me over his shoulder like a rag doll and began to walk some where.... my heart is beating uncontrollably, I try to struggle over the mans shoulders and yell but the burley man is too strong and just laughs as I struggle. I wonder to my self if this is what master really had in mind or is this a crazy man that master accidentally trusted too much as I am contemplating what is going to happen to me, I hear a door open and Iam suddenly flung onto a bed, well not a very comfortable bed but it felt springy and relatively soft. I think to my self this is my chance to get out of here, but before my brain could rationalize the fact that I was blindfolded and cuffed and escape was pretty much impossible I felt the now I know very big man jump on top of my back. his large thighs tight around my waist. the air is knocked right out of me. As I was started to come back to reality I started to feel the man rustle around on top like he was grabbing things. I then felt him grab my feet and slip a soft rope around it then the other leg. before I could I knew it was tied to this uncomfortable bed unable to move or fight back. I had to face my fate...... he was going to rape me..... I came to when the man spoke "gotta make sure you dont struggle too much while I rape you, I mean I dont mind you struggling, turns me on, but dont want those legs flying up and hitting something it shouldn't. This makes sure that you stay put" I tried to yell thru the gag but it was no use, just sounded like moans and groans of a pitiful little fuck toy trying to rationalize the situation he knew he was going to face he then spun around on my back so I could feel his belly on my back and also a very large bulge on my plump ass. he began to laugh as he started to slap my ass with his large cock. not having seen it I had to guess he was at least 9 inches and very thick by the fact that I could feel the welts his cock was leaving on my ass my eyes started to water at the fact that that beast of a cock was going to be in my ass very soon. my concentration broke again as the unknown man spoke again "your master said something about condoms and lube, well I hope this answers your question" with that I heard a tearing sound. like a condom wrapper. relief filled my brain as I thought at least master is nice enough to make sure I stay safe and also get some lube. the man then leaned forward so his gut lay on my back and pulled my head back by my hair. I moaned in pain as he put his big hand around my mouth and pulled the ball out of the gag, now figuring out this is also a ring gag.... a very large ring gag. As he's pulling out the ball i try to yell, scream, curse but they are all cut short by a very large condom being shoving into my mouth and then quickly replaced by the ball again before I can say another word. I chocked and gagged at the feeling of this horrible tasting condom in my mouth and had to either swallow it or let it stay in my mouth the whole time. I decided on keeping it in my mouth in fear of chocking on the condom and the uncaring man think its a joke and not save me I then hear him laugh and state mockingly: "there I used a condom, now not another word out of you. your hear to be used not to talk. plus this will teach you to ask unneeded questions to your master. you just need to respond with yes next time he tells you what to do" my mind reels with panic as I wonder is this guy crazy..... is he going to breed me with his questionable seed. does master really allowing this.... as I am panicking I feel the man sit back up straight and put all his weight on my legs. I prepare my self to my inevitable raping but am surprised instead. I start to feel a cold squishy liquid being poured not on my ass but on my pulled back cock. I start to wonder what the hell is this guy doing. I then feel a wonderful sensation around my cock. it felt like some very nice hot flesh light feel. I moan as I feel motors working to massage my cock in wonderful ways. Even thought it felt rather loose (I began to think this must be his fleshlight) it was a wonderful feeling. I soon felt my self getting lost in the feeling but then my brain clicked and thought why is he doing this. just as soon as I was about to cum I realized his plan...... I began to moan and struggle the domineering man behind me gave out a sinister laugh stating coolly " I see you found out part of my plan then, but it seems too late now" with that I felt by body contort and my balls pull up close to my body as I let out jet after jet of cum, not onto the bed but a plastic cup that was very roughly put under my cock head as I was cumming. I felt relief even if it was for the briefest moment. I was wakened from my euphoric state with the man behind me laughing once again and saying: "damn kid, that wasn't much, figured you would have give up more since you haven't cum in a week, oh well, it will have to do. you see kid I don't like lube, its too sticky and it makes it way to easy to slip in and out of a hole, so I am just gonna use your cum as lube." in a matter of fact tone he just stated: "sorry kid this is going to hurt a lot then. Cause once I'm in your tight hole I cant help my self from just plunging balls deep and going to town on your ass, so lets get started" I started to yell and scream thru the gag but it was no use. I began to rethink jacking off several times that week and not heeding masters words on not to come that week. before I knew it though I felt the hot sticky cum poured onto my hole followed by the loud sticky slaps of his massive cock slapping my tight puckered hole "damn kid I don't know how this thing is gonna fit but I sure as hell gonna try my best" is all I heard before I felt the immense pressure of my tight little boi hole I quickly tightened my hole as much as possible to fight off the massive bare intruder I feel the cock head slip from my hole followed by a loud grunt from my rapist. feeling I had finally won a battle I gave a quiet smirk of a satisfaction that was quickly wiped off my face as the man behind me gave my ass a very hard spank followed by 3 harder spanks making me reel in pain and scream. I groan thru my gag trying to scream on in pain but the man just roughly pulls back on hair bringing my ear to his face "boi I am going to get in that ass of yours whether you like it or not. I am going shove my big bare meat into your slutty little hole and fuck it till I leave a big sticky load in your gaping hole. because that's all your good for, you are my tight fuck tube to which I can deposit my seed into. you do that again and resist my cock and I will triple the amount of spankings with an actual paddle and whip, plus I will take twice as long fucking you. you really want that slut" not really stating it as a question by his tone but more as a command with the options of a much worse prospect "ok then, since you cant talk ill take your answer by opening up that boi hole of yours so I can let my bare cock slip in" with that I unclenched my small toned ass and let my rapist pull back my checks to expose my winking pucker " damn kid you got a nice hole, too bad its gonna be loose and sloppy by the time I am done with it" and with that I felt the intense pressure again as he began his plunge into my tight hole. every inch felt like a hot fiery baseball bat was being shoved slowly into my ass. I again tried to yell in pain to get the man to understand the pain he was delivering. I felt it tunneling deep inside me thinking he must be getting close to being all the way in. but to my dismay I heard him comment "about half way in kid, keep it up" I groaned and felt the tears trickle down my face "looks like I lost most of the cum on your ass when I had to slap you, hope you have learned your lesson there boi then now, cause I aint stopping till I get balls deep" with that I felt a hand on back smear a sticky substance with what I could only assume was some of my cum. after smearing the cum on my back he placed both hands roughly on my shoulders baring all his weight on them. I felt the air escape my lungs as his gut fell onto the small of back with a loud wet thud. the sweat and hair on his stomach rubbed against my hairless back as he began to grind harder into my back "There we go, now I m in a better position to get deeper into your hole" the sudden intrusion of his dick getting deeper my suddenly throw my body into a wrenching pain as I began to black out from the pain. All the man could do was laugh coldly and say "don't you agree boi" Knowing I couldn't comment back he just kept his descent into the deepest part of my bowls spreading them farther apart then they have ever been spread before. feeling like he couldn't possibly get any deeper he kept going all the while groaning in pure pleasure of the tight cock sleeve wrapped around his bare cock. finally to my relief I felt his very large balls tap the bottom of my ass "there we go kid I made it balls deep...... now the real fun begins" with that I felt him slowly pull out of my ass and the pressure off my legs subsided as what I figured he was getting in a better position to start to really fuck me his hand never leaving my shoulders he just began to apply more pressure really pushing me into the hard mattress but relieving the pressure on my back "boi lift that ass for me so I can get it in prime fucking position. remember what I will do if you don't obey" not wanting to make it any worse I slowly lifted my ass closer to his groin letting the cock half inside me slide deeper into my ass "good boi, now keep it like that while I plow that sweet ass of yours" tears strolling down my face I heard him grunt then slam balls deep into me. I wanted to scream, yell, kick, curse, anything to stop the brutal raping. but no the man just laughed and grunted as he began to fucking my ass mercilessly In and out his cock slide with the sounds of some one plunging a toilet. The only thing I could hear was the wet smacks of his hairy man slapping hard against my back as his balls hit hard against my jock strapped balls. wanting to end it more quickly I started to squeeze down on his cock in hopes to get him off sooner "shit boi feels like your really starting to like it. feel you trying to squeeze around my cock, though if your thinking that squeezing around my cock will end it sooner, your sadly mistaken, ill finish when I am done. If I feel like Im getting close but don't want to cum ill just go balls deep and let it sit in your hole a while till I start fucking you again feeling as he had read my mind I soon figured that this must not be his first time doing this. I groaned thru my gag as he went back to brutally shoving his cock into my hole. giving up at this point to accept the fate that I was going to get raped until this unknown man was going to shoot his load into me when ever he felt like it. After a few minuets of fucking that in my mind felt like hours I thought he might be getting close when he groaned and shoved deep into my ass, grunting "Almost came there, ill let it rest there a while, dont worry ill get back to fucking you in a minute" I could feel the heat on my face as it burned hot that he was enjoying this while I suffered horriblely. He wasn't even unknowingly uncaring he was actually getting off to my misery before I knew it he was back to fucking me except this time he was pulling all the way out till just his cock head was barely in my hole then slamming it deep inside each time with a pleasurable moan from the man coming from each thrust "you like that don't you slut, feeling a real mans cock ramming balls into your cock sleeve" at this point I wanted to scream NO! but all it sounded like were moans and grunts again. And again he responded with a slight chuckle. although while my head said no my dick was starting to get hard again, I guess somewhere in my subconscious I was enjoying this. before I could dwell on what it really all meant I felt the man again slam hard balls deep into me. This was my chance I began to squeeze tight around the thick member lodged deep inside of me. thinking I could make him cum and my nightmare would be over "damn it. that feels amazing kid. fine you want it that bad here you go" with that the man roared into the ceiling and I felt a flood of cum blast its way into my insides. I figured he was too deep and thick to feel it start running down my balls. I guess the balls he was packing weren't just for show cause usually when a man came inside me I couldn't feel it, other than masters who was the first I actually felt cumming inside me, but even master couldn't compare to this guy. I felt his shaft pump thick load after load into my now overflowing hole. "phew" "that was a big one boi" I felt him begin to relax above me and his cock get softer. he slowly pulled out of me and with a wet slurp his cock plopped out of me and a river of cum flow out onto my covered balls "Holy shit kid. I really flooded your hole. You wont be able to close that thing for a while," he commented, adding a soft chuckle as he instructed "Okay, now for the clean-up." I then feel the bed creek and the body weight shift off of me and started moving to my head. before I know it my head was being yanked up and the ball being removed from the gag, I quickly spit out the condom and was soon replaced by a very wet semi hard cock being shoved into my mouth "be a good little slut and suck it clean boi" the man pushed me into his groin till my nose was flat against his waist and his pubic hair was in my nose. I slowly suckled on his cock tasting the cum and ass juices mixed with a little blood. gagging and chocking for air until all I could taste was a manly cock and slight taste of cum. but feeling his balls against my chin I knew now how he had cum so much, drool dribbled down my chin onto his low hanging balls as I gasped for air, brain begging for more air after a few minuets of cleaning "ok boi, I need to take a piss but I really don't want to leave your mouth so swallow all that daddy is giving you ok. swallow it all, I don't want any nasty piss on me. If you don't ill have to punish you" My blindfolded eyes widened at what this man was saying and by the sudden splash of putrid piss hitting my lips and tongue. pissing straight down my throat. I gagged and tried to spit it up but thought better at the thought of getting punished crossed my mind. So I whimpered as he continued pissed into my mouth while he chuckled at my misery. thinking I was doing a good job of drinking his large quantities of piss I was sadly mistaken with a sharp slap to the check " I said drink it all and DONT SPILL cunt!" with that he pulled his cock out and splashed the remaining amount on my face and blindfold "that look suites you boi" finally free of my gag I get my one chance to speak up "my master is going to kick your ass after he finds out what you did to me today" no sooner do the words come out of my mouth than I hear a door open and familiar voice say "Is he now" master..... my rapist gave a hearty chuckle and my heart sank To be continued...

Charlie & Peter (part 1) Jamie was a little surprised when he answered the door and saw his brother Charlie and his brother's friend Peter standing there with duffle bags in hand. Jamie quickly learned that their father found Charlie & Peter in bed together 69'ing in Charlie's bed. And just as their father did to Jamie when he came out, he kicked Charlie out on the street. Charlie packed his things and as he walked over to Peter's house to find him packed up and kicked out by his parents as well. The two high school seniors made a quick walk to the closest ATM and withdrew as much cash as they could before their parents could freeze their back accounts. They tried to make calls from their cell phones only to find their service were blocked. Charlie came up with a plan, to get out of their little Texas town and here they are in Tempe, Arizona at Jamie's door. After Jamie, and his roommate Miguel, welcomed then inside and heard their story Miguel began to think of how he could use these two young studs. It was only a year ago that Jamie meet Miguel and feel under his spell, was introduced to partying and willingly was pozzed by his more superior and dominating partner Miguel. Miguel stood 6' 4" with a muscular build, dark hair & eyes which were a stark contrast to Jamie's 5' 9", slim, runners build with his bond hair and blue eyes. Charlie looked a lot like his older brother while Peter was slight taller with brown hair, green eyes and a nice summer's build. Miguel excused himself and asked Jamie to join him in their bedroom leaving the two teens in the living room. Miguel shared his thoughts about using the teens as delivery boys. Jamie knew he had no choice in the matter as he watch Miguel get out a couple meth pipes and made sure both had an ample supply in the bowl. When they returned to the living room Miguel laid out the ground rules if the two teens were going to keep living their. Number one they had to do exactly as they were told, no questions asked. Number two they were going to go to work for them making deliverIes and running errands. And number three they were to start smoking with them and let things happen add they may. Miguel and Jamie light a could touches and were heating the pipes keying tnt smoke build in the bowl before slowly sucking in the white smoke before blowing it out. Miguel then instruct the teens to take the pipes and do as they had just done. Peter was the first to grab a pipe as Miguel light a touch and heated the bowl. Charlie was a little hesitant but slowly followed his friend lead as his brother headed the bowl. Peter was already sucking in the white magic while Charlie was right behind him in sucking in his own pipe. Miguel had them hit the pipe half a dozen times till he knew they were good and high. Miguel signaled Jamie to make his nice as he moved in to kiss his own brother. Miguel moved in and quickly got Peter sucking on his 8" uncut cock. The teens were to high to know what they were in for until Miguel Suggested that they move this to the bedroom. Once in the big king size bed there was enough room to allow each couple to being to move things along. Miguel watched lot of the corner of his eye as Jamie began to chow down on his brother's neg ass. Miguel already had a lounged finger inside Peter's ass and was ready to start adding some nice shards of Tina. Jamie knew he had to follow Miguel's leed and began to work some Tina into his brother's ass. Both boys complained of the burn only to be quieted by a deep kiss. As the teens were being kissed each was slowly being impaled on a raw cock. Peter was pinned to his back as Miguel's 8"chock was slowly driven inside balls deep. Jamie began to penetrate his younger brother with his own 7"cut cock as Charlie began to moan on pleasure. Soon enough both teens were being fucked slowly by each poz cock inside each of their neg holes. As the fucking progressed the teens had no clue as to the nature of the fuck since this was their first fuck. Each teen was willing enjoying their fuck. Miguel had the ability to cum while non-stop fucking. So after his first load inside Peter's neg ass he grabbed his bottom's hand, guiding it down so that Peter could feel his raw cock sliding in and out of his hole. Miguel then began fucking Peter a little harder delivering a second load while Jamie deposited his first load inside his brother. Miguel quickly pulled out of Peter abd pushed Jamie aside sup that he could now fuck Charlie while Peter was feeling very empty needing anger cock inside him. He pulled Peter over and pushed Peter's head into his crotch so that he could suck his cock clean and get it hard again. Miguel showed no mercy as he hammered away making sure he deposited a couple loads. Like he did with Peter, Miguel pulled Charlie's hand to let him feel his hard, raw cock fucking away at his ass. Charlie was shocked and worried about being fucked raw unlike Peter who accepted the raw cock fucking away inside him.

http://davinci-london.tumblr.com/post/121665164295/hot-anyone-know-where-this-porn-is-from Desperate for a copy (and to be one of the bttms)

I've been busy getting fucked and fucking, and having lots of fun in the process. I'm always upfront about my HIV status, undetectable. While some guys are turned off, others are turned on by the fact I'm poz and that I prefer bareback to rubbers. This is particularly true of straight guys - for some reason I can't figure out. Of course I'm perfectly happy to fuck-around with straight guys, 'cause a horned up straight guy is one filthy fucker and I LOVE fucking straight arse and getting fucked by straight cock. Don't get me wrong. I love being gay, and love fucking with gay guys, and of course, wouldn't have it any other way, but there's something about a horned up straight man who wants cock that just gets me going. On this occasion nothing was biting on Grindr. My profile is upfront about wanting only bareback sex, and that I'm a member of the poz tribe. As has often crossed my mind, this could be a mistake, but then a guy sent me this message: "Hey, nice profile." "Thanks," I replied. We exchanged additional messages, and then he sent me a pic of himself: 6'3", big chest, big legs, big body, and a fucking nice cock. He was apparently a laborer 'cause he was in some sort of uniform, and when he dropped his paint-covered cargo trousers and shirt, I was hot to trot. And, as usual when I see a guy who is bigger than my size, my inner bottom came out. Well, he wanted to play. He acknowledged being married, but still he liked to play with guys. As I love to play with married guys, eventually we met. Our initial get together was strictly a 'suckin' event'. He came in, stripped, and watched porn while I sucked him. But oh, the the kissing! He kissed me when he walked through the door, murmuring he was gonna make love to me, and leave me aching for his cock. I begged him to fuck me, but he only replied "We'll see." He insisted on bareback porn, with an emphasis on breeding. Understandably he loved Treasure Island Media and, as I blew him and he clearly was turned on 'cause he grunted "Fuck that bareback porn is hot. Bet all the dirty bastards all have fuckin' AIDS," and as his cock throbbed in response to his observation. Then he began face-fucking me, gagging me in the process. And I loved it. Eventually he shot his load down my throat, and then made me kiss him. By this time I was involuntarily dripping precum, so he made me wank off, blowing my load on his cock, and then demanded I lick all of it off. All the while he announced I was a "...dirty infected poz pig," and additionally commented that I was to worship his straight cock. I was totally into taking care of him, and when he left, I was spent. The next time we got together the routine was similar: porn, sucking, and he tells me how dearly he wants to fuck me. I begged for him to fuck me, but he replied cryptically 'maybe'. Then he asked if I had any toys, so I produced a couple of dildos, and he ended-up fucking me with my own dildo as I sucked him. When he came he was banging my throat so hard I was hoarse afterwards. Then he ordered me to kiss him with the cum then pushes me on my back and fucks me with my dildo while he wanked me off. He fucks my ass so hard the dildo was pink with traces of blood, and when I came, he wiped the dildo on my balls and again described me as 'a dirty poz pig'. The third time he comes it's more of the same...I beg to get fucked. He says "no, you infected pig" he strips, porn,suck, fucking my face and fingers my hole before inserting the dildo. He orders me not to swallow his cum this time though. He cums eventually and my jaws are aching. He orders me to kiss him and transfer the cum to his mouth. I dutifully oblige loving the experience of his salty cum and kissing him. I give him his cum back. He pushes me away, pulls my dildo out, spits the cum on the dildo and fucks me as he reaches for lube and lubes my cock "sniff poppers" he says as he dildo fucks me with his cum and begins to wank me. "Yeah you're begging for my cum in you aren't you you infected pig. You aint gonna get it. I'm not taking your toxic gay virus." I spunk in seconds, he leans down, licks it all up and spits it in my face before kissing me deep and long. God I am in heaven The fourth time was today. "Wear a jock" he ordered me before he arrived "and have your hole lubed" . Im assuming more dildoing. I obey. He walks in. Immediately he feels down for my hole as he kisses me. He doesn't usually do this. He strips and his fucktool is already hard. "suck me" he orders and I do. And the facefucking starts but slower this time. He sits down on an armchair to watch porn and my cock remains clamped on him from him standing to him sitting. "slow deepthroat me" he says. I do. the dildos are ready. "We wont be needing those today" he says. My heart sinks. I want this guy to top me so fucking bad. I am on my knees as he reaches down, and fingers me. First one then two fingers go in. He says "I bet you wish you were being bred and pozzed like those guys in the porn" I groan acknowledgement and he pushes my throat right down on his cock while a third finger goes up my hole and I squirm. He pulls fingers out and slaps my arse, hard. I yelp and make to take my mouth off his cock and he just forced my head on his tool and his fingers back up my hole. "Popper up" he orders. I do. "turn around" he says "on your knees facing the tv and porn"I do. And then I feel his hands on my shoulders, and his cock goes straight up my lubed arse. I yelp and pull away and he pulls me back onto his cock, hard. "There you go fucker, you wanted my bareback cock up your aids riddled mancunt didn't you. Well you got it now. Take it like the bitch you are gonna be for me" and this big man starts fucking my like a piston and holding me. He bends over and bites my neck "I'm marking you so your boyfriend can see I own your arse now, fucker." I am yelping in pain and moaning in pleasure at the same time "talk to me cunt" he orders " I love your cock, itsso fucking hard" as it bangs against my prostate and he fucks harder and harder. He fucks and starts to wank me before pulling my balls. He pulls my waist and pulls back. He basically picks me off the floor - and I'm not small, 6foot, work out, 14 stones and he pulls me to sit on his cock as he sits on the armchair and basically lifts me up and down on his fucktool and tells me to bounce. I do. He moans and fucks harder and grabs me. I'm dripping pre cum by this time. He fingers my cock and takes my precum, inserting two fingers plus his cock in me. I moan again "Turn round and sit on my cock and face me" he orders. I do. I sit on his cock and his hands lift my thighs up and down and he's fucking me "big weightlifting legs " he says "still a fucking bottom though. So much for the vers it says on your profile. You are a bottom when I am around" he says. His hard cock is rubbing against my prostate. He begins to fuck harder and hard and faster. He's gone bright red and is kissing me while I grab the back of the armchair and he's fucking (I love this position.) "Play with my balls, play with my balls" he says as he grabs mine and yanks with one hand, pulling my nipple with another as I bounce up and down to meet his legs going up and down like made. I each behind me and grab his balls" "harder cunt" as he kisses me I grab them harder. "you are gonna be an addict for me" he pants. He fucks harder. He starts to grunt, groan, breathe harder and puff. He keeps going. I am dripping pre cum like no tomorrow. "Im gonna cum" he says and pulls me down on his cock so hard I gasp. And he groans "Oh fuck, I'm cumming" and thrusts "take my fucking raw load you cunt" and he shoots and shoots and I can feel his cock throb. We kiss, I'm in love with this mans dick and when he subsides he pushes me hard and I fall on the floor. Up my hole goes three fingers "yeah your poz fuckhole is filled with my cum" and wanks me and kisses me. He turns around and straddles my face as he puts his now slightly softening cock in my mouth "suck my cock clean fucker." I obey and he closes his lips round mine. I am so close now and am desperate for this guy to be back in me. He starts to piss in my mouth. A trickle. I know I have to drink "I didn't tell you? I'm fucking poz too. And I'm not on meds, so you've just had my toxic strain, cunt. And will take it every week from now till I get fed up with you" That did it for me. I moaned, bucked and jerked, cumming in his mouth. I couldn't hold back. After my balls were drained, I collapsed on my back, only to have him kiss me, and in the process, snowball all my cum into my mouth. This guy had me hooked. I was utterly exhausted. "I think I'm in lust with you" I commented as I rested in in his arms. "Nah, you're gonna love me and you will be my bitch." And I know he's right. Then he commented "You can top other guys, and in fact, you'll probably need to for your top side 'cause you'll never top me." "What about your wife?" I asked. "Oh you're not as good as her" he replied, "...but you will be." "You do her raw?" "Yup. In fact, she picked it up first," he answered with pride. I was totally spent "That bruise is looking good" he commented, admiring my love bite, and then added "Your boyfriend's gonna need some explanations." Then he told me the date next week when we would get together, and advised me to be ready.

I'm tied down to this bench taking the biggest dicks I have seen have the time of my life as they pound my hole and I get the honor of sucking and cleaning them off after they dump another load in me. I don't know how many loads I've taken by Sam & Lenny as the drugs of Tina & G have put me in a glorious haze of getting breed and becoming part of this family. I don't remember being taken off the bench or how I got into this bed but as I wake up I feel something in my hole and I'm in Joey arms on his chest. Joey looks at me as I wake up, says are you ok? I say yes but how did I get here and what's in my hole. Joey says that I took every load Sam & Lenny had to give even as I kept asking for more and more. They said I came in here as a tight ass virgin and left with a wreck bleeding hole asking for more. I ask what's in my hole and Joey said it's a 2 inch butt plug to make sure all of Sam & Lenny seed gets absorbed into my body it will help you convert over to our family faster. Joey rolls me over on my stomach and pulls out the plug and it HURTS, the plug is covered in some blood and Joey says its like my body has absorbed all of Sam & Lenny toxic load. I'm taken to the shower and we start to soap each other up and both our dicks are hard so I get on my knees and take Joey pierced dick in my mouth , he grabs my head I almost took the whole thing. He drops a load tells me to swallow it all. I get up and he starts to kiss me darting his tongue in and out of my mouth wile the water is running over us. He then goes to work my nipples over and I have never felt such waves of passion going through my body as Joey puts his hand on my dick and I explode.

Im there 17.till 23.oaf august. Like the mentioned places. But also love Scheune!

This is spot on IMO. The problem with the "good old days" is that people were dying all over the place, and lots of other people insisted on condoms. So lack of obvious danger aside, I think today with PrEP is a MUCH better time.

Exactly,..which is why I refuse a top that uses condoms. I want them to fuck me, and I want their sperm in me. Neither of those apply with a condom wearer.

Your stories are hot. You should definitely give in to your desires and give up entirely on condoms

I especially like it when the tops get impatient and decide to double-fuck my cunt. Feeling two fat cocks stretching my whore fuckhole wide open, feeling like I'm on fire down there until they put it out with a flood of hot sticky cum, that makes me feel like the slut I am.

So, let me get this straight…You are lucky enough to get two tops in one place at the same time. We take turns on your ass--and the one who isn't in your butt gets to jerk his dick while waiting for his next turn????? Oh, joy. Oh, bliss. We all want to cum in your ass. You would have to be an extraordinary cocksucker to get me off in your mouth when there is an ass available. It is about keeping us hard and ready for next round up your wet hole. It sounds to me that you don't really want to be tag teamed, you should just invite us over sequentially.

Thank you for the advice and support guys. Well... I told him earlier tonight. And the result was.... He took it very well! Deep down, I expected he was going to be good about it, but he actually took it even better than I expected. Though you guys suggested I tell him in casual conversation, i just couldn't find a way to tell him like that... So I told him that there was something we needed to talk about and I just told him. His initial reaction was very mild. At first, he was just kind of like "OK...." But as we talked more about it, he told me he respected me a lot for telling him and that he still wants to see me. He said that this really isn't a big issue for him and that he is not all that educated on the ins and outs of HIV so he will probably have questions for me as time goes on, which I told him is fine and totally understandable. He even said he feels closer to me now that I told him this about myself. He stated that he is not judgmental and would never turn his back on me because I told him I am poz. So all is well on this front. We will see how it goes going forward with him but I feel good about it.

As of July 31 Anal loads taken = 306 Oral loads taken = 320 Total for July (anal only) = 61

I think the turn-on is barebacking [or getting fucked by] some guy you've spent hours jerking off to watching his porn vids. When I fucked Draven Torres [and came in his ass] I did it at my place while playing one his porn vids in the background. I had watched him get barebacked so many times, it was a huge turn on to actually fuck him and seed his ass.

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....

Got three hot loads buried in my ass Friday night. Two were from a couple I had been trying to get together for about two weeks. Nice looking guys, both of their cocks were thin but long. Got to their place immediately climbed into bed. I started sucking the first guy, the second guy lubed up my hole and slide his hard cock up my ass. Short period of pounding my ass hard and he shot his load. His boyfriend then takes over and slams my ass for about 5 minutes before dumping his load inside me. Then they got up and started to get dressed. I took that to mean the party's over. I am not that fond of cum and goes. So I leave their place with both their loads swimming deep in my tight hole. I still wanted a dick to play with, so I called an old fuckbud. He was turned on by fucking my already freshly seeded hole. He's got a nice 9X6 cock that never goes down. I spent over two hours sucking his dick and making out before he bent me over and slammed his cock into my ass. 45 minutes later he plowed his three day load into me. Left coming home with jizz dripping out my well used hole.

Have dalabottom's vids been posted here already? This one just sets my brain on fire everytime I watch it: http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=2yDfa-G489-#.VbdHHbPtmko It features dalabottom ass up face down taking some raw anonymous daddy's dick. I love how the top gets verbal and asks him whether he's already been fucked today and (after two thirds of the vid) starts asking questions on how long the bottom has been into taking dick. No close ups but definitely a hot slamming finish at the end. I also like this one from furryjock86 where he's breeding a 'neg slut' in a park bathroom. http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=XjEuM-G175-#.VbdLFLPtmko It starts out with the bottom blowing him after which he takes him from behind. Later the action shifts to the floor where he pins the bottom down. The sound is a little crappy though it has some nice verbal to hear if you turn your speakers up, and you get to see the bottom sluts' face the whole time.

I woke up last night to my bf rubbing his dick on my ass. I told him to lube up and push it in, assuming he would, as usual, take it slow. While he lubed up I took two big hits of poppers. He apparently noticed what I was doing because he shoved his cock all the way into my ass, balls-deep. I let out a huge moan as he did so, which must have turned him on more as he pulled out and slammed his cock in me again. He fucked me so hard for at least 15 minutes. Each time I took a hit of poppers he would pull out and slam his cock into me. I thought we were going to break the headboard. Finally he said he needed to take a break. We both fell back asleep, neither one of us having came or so I thought. After getting lunch today I told him how bad I wanted his cum last night. He just laughed and said he came twice in me. Now, he always tells me when he's about to cum in my ass, so that fact that he sort-of stealthed me, got me hard. I especially loved knowing that his poz undetectable cum had been sitting in my guts for over 12 hours.

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

I had a similar experience with a top in Chicago. Told me to ring his apartment bell, he buzed me in and i went to his apartment. The door was open , i walked in and went to the room he had described. There was lube a dildo and an eye mask. I stripped and put the mask on and got on all fours as he had instructed me to in out original chat. i waited for about 5 mins, didnt even hear him come in, was just shocked when he started rimming me. He fucked me with the dildo, then fucked me, When he was done he said you can go when i have left. I heard him leave the room, got dressed and left.

(part 3) Charlie and Peter were ready to crash after their first night of partying I Tina. They were able to get about 6 hours if sleep before they woke up together in bed. Since Miguel and Jaime were working on last minute party plans the teens Miguel allowed them to user their master bedroom. It was easy for Miguel to arrange the weekend party. He had his usual supplies for the weekend and placed a couple calls to get stone extra T, G and X. Miguel had held these parties before. He only invites select individuals who he knows. Those that attend pay a simple entrance fee and the party favors are included. Miguel had bought the old house that he used for theses parties. It was a simple 3 bedroom with pool in back. Parties like this were not a money maker for Miguel. He looked at out as good customer relations. His profit margin fir this party was far below what he typically makes over a decent weekend in sales, but wartime has a good time and what he loses in sales for this one weekend he'll makes up for in sales the following weekend. And with Charlie and Peter to help with sales, Miguel figures he can pick up some extra cash pimping their asses out to their clients. It was late afternoon when the teens woke up. They laid in bed and talked about last nights events. Charles was still a little freaked about the drugs and the raw sex. Peter seemed top accept what had happened and actually was turned on over the entire situation. Peter doc his best to calm Charlie down and to accept their fate. Peter held Charlie in his arms as they talked an d it seemed top calm him down. As the teens were laying I bed talking Miguel came in telling then to get up and eat a good meal before they were to leave for the party. Charlie & Peter fixed a good meal as they continued to get used to the idea of thirty new life. Both boys knew that if they had not taken the bus to Phoenix they'd be homeless and outed I their own home town. After the boys were done eating Jamie took them into the bathroom where they were told to shave down for the party. Both boys recall that Jamie was rather smooth with trimmed body hair. The teens weren't that hairy to begin with do it was easy for them to trim and shave Edgar they needed to in order to be ready for the upcoming event. Once they were ready the four of them headed out to the house. They had to make a stop I the way to pick up the extra supplies. When they arrived at the house Jamie showed the two teens around and then had then help set up the slings while Miguel fixed the supplies that the newbies would use over the weekend. It didn't take long for guests to start to arrive. The newbies were allowed to mingle with the guests until enough had arrived to get things started. Jamie told the boys to strip and climb into the slings in the living room. Peter quickly tossed his shirt and jeans aside and eagerly climbed into one of the slings. Charlie followed his friend and tossed his clothes side joining his friend in the sling near his. Miguel came into the room with the supplies that would keep the newbies flying am weekend long. Miguel told Jamie that the points were numbered and that the newbIes would get slams at designated times. This reminded Jamie of the weekend that Miguel introduced him to slamming. It was also when Jamie was pozzed and he knew the fate his brother and Peter were about to experience. Jamie had no regrets over those actions, he just wasn't sure that it was the right thing for his brother. As the newbies relaxed in the slings Miguel explained to them how the next few days were going to go. He first explained that they would be getting slams if Tina at regular intervals. They were free to get out of the sling if they needed a break, but that they weren't to be to far from him or Jamie. Miguel would administer Peter's first slam while Jamie would give Charlie his first slam. Miguel explained to the teens what to expect as they experienced their first slam. Jamie told Charlie to relax and that he was going to enjoy himself over the next few days as he applied a tourniquet to his left bicep while Miguel fix the same to Peter. Both Charlie and Peter watched as their arm was wiped with alcohol and then the point was stuck into a nice vein. After registering a flash of blood to masks sure the needle was in a vein the contents were emptied into each teen. The tourniquets were pulled off and burn boys coughed out as the drug worked into their bodies. Any fear Charlie had quickly disappear as he rode the strong rush he was experiencing. Both boys looked at each other and smiled as they were experiencing their first slam. The only only words spoken were from Peter who simply said 'FUCK YEAH!', and Charlie added 'OH YEAH'. The guests quickly gathered around the two teens as they were cock hungry ready to be fucked. It didn't take long for the fucking to begin. Both Charlie and Peter were definitely into this scene which pleased Jamie. One by one each guest fucked and seeded each teen. At precise times they were each given another slam to keep the high. when the boys were also provided water and G laced juice and Gatorade to keep them hydrated, energized and horny. When things slowed down the boys were taken out of the sling and out to the pool to get refreshed. While in the pool the two boys compared their night so far. Charlie admitted that he was nervous at the begging but after the first slam he was really into everything. Peter admitted that he was loving the drugs and he could definitely get used to this lifestyle. The rest of the weekend progressed the same. Both boys were fucked by almost every guy who came to the party. The few who didn't fuck the two teens were total bottoms that attended the party. When Sunday afternoon came both boys were ready to crash. After being awake for three straight days they were ready to crash.

My super cute nephew stayed the night, last weekend. He is "18" of course. He is just starting to masturbate. I listened to him stroking himself. I "accidently" left a few pornos by the DVD player in the guest room straight and gay. I was disappointed to find that he left the straight one in the player I guess you can't have everything). After listening to his innocent exploration of his young body. I rushed to my bedroom and pounded myself with a junior sized dildo and jerked myself off imagining it was his sweet little cock inside me.

I usually hit a local tub in the big city's gay district on a Friday or Sat night. Weekends are always packed and there is often a line to check in. Fine, it's worth the wait knowing that my hole will try to drain every cock standing in line and that an endless supply of meat awaits inside. To me, there's nothing hotter than a big city tub on a weekend. The amount of anon sex is like a fucking cock and ass buffet. My favorite tub also has private gloryhole booths with locking doors. Sleazy sex. The kind of nasty sleazy sex that guys dream of. AND, an endless supply of it. Think about it for a second, taking raw cock after raw cock through a gloryhole in a big city tub. Most of them, if not all will shoot deep in my hole. I love the feeling of taking a raw anon cock and then feeling the vulnerability of when he shoots deep in my ass. I've just been violated by an anon cock in this sleazy scenario and I WANT MORE NOW! I love backing my hole up on a hard bare cock stuffed through a GH. The whole anon piggishness makes my knees go weak. I usually start my night playing in the GH booths until I've taken a few loads. Then I move on and cruise the hallways with the private small bedrooms. Some rooms have slings. The whole place is a fantasy sex dungeon complete with that sleazy vibe. The atmosphere adds to the piggishness of tha joint. Awhile back on a Friday night, I entered the tub and there was a short line of a few guys waiting to check in. As I took my place in line I immediately noticed one of these fellas didn't look like the others. Even fully clothed, I could see his thin body. Very thin, thin legs. But he had a gut. He looked at me and grinned. Very sunken cheeks and a overall weary look. This dude looked full-blown. I winked and grinned back. We both knew that we would be fucking each other silly within 15 minutes. That kind of mutual grin. Anyway, I checked in and rented a locker, stripped bare, donned my jock and a cock ring, lubed my hole, grabbed my poppers and threw my towel over my shoulder. I had a specific man in mind. The place was packed. Even with hot cock everywhere I looked, I wanted Mr. Gaunt. Knowing that tub was a large complex, I decided to head-up to the third floor where the GH booth area is located, and which I've almost always found action going on. I hit the third floor and, as I expected, the GH area was packed with guys cruising and booth doors opening and closing. Then I spotted Mr Gaunt. He had just hit the area and we made eye contact. As soon as he saw me, he spun and headed toward and open GH booth with an open booth next to it. Knowing it wouldn't remain open for long, I damn near ran into that fuckin' booth and shut the door and locked it, dropped my jock and hit my poppers. Gawd my head was swimming. In ecstasy I dropped down on my knees to look through the GH. I could barely see him because it was kind of dark. I saw him undo his towel and drop it. Out flopped a nice sized, semi-hard uncut dick. I offered my popper bottle through the large GH (which tells you had badly I wanted him). He took a large long hit and passed the bottle back to me. I took another huge hit as he fed his hardening uncut poz cock through the hole. Head a-swimmin from JJ poppers, in one fell swoop I inhaled his cock, all the way to the base. He got hard as a steel rod in my throat. When I finally pulled it out after a good deep throat fuck that had strings of spit running down my jaw, he was a solid seven to eight inches, uncut with a long-hanging foreskin. Naturally, after sharing another hit of poppers, I chewed on his foreskin for several minutes. He was starting to shake so I knew it was time. I stood up, spun around, and spread 'em wide, and backed-up on that toxic poz rod. I slid down on his poz cock inin one, slow, smooth, enjoyable swoop until I felt his warm poz belly. I had hit bottom. It's worth noting the GH at the tubs are big enough to get cock balls, as well as a bit of the dude's belly through the hole, so a talented bottom can really bottom out and take a pig deep. A deep huff of JJ poppers and I started thrusting my ass in and out on his cock. Then he took over. I backed my ass up til the wall stopped it flat and spread 'em wide. I held it like that as he started pounded in and out. Deep strokin me. I could feel it through his cock. My ass sent it back. The vibe of when two pigs breed and pass that toxic DNA. I gripped my hole down on his fat strokin' cock and I heard him moan as his fuck pace quickened. I hit the poppers once again, and clenched my hole down like I was going to bite that fat poz cock off. I heard him moan something incoherent as his fuck pace got even faster. Then his hips started lurching and he started growling and I felt the warm blast as he exploded warm ropes of poz sperm deep in my ass. He kept flooding me til his cock got extra slippery from his cum. My hole drank Mr. Gaunt's poz balls dry. I felt some running down my leg. It was very warm. He plowed it deep and continued to shake for awhile. I loved feeling his still hard cock twitch and spasm until he went soft. He pulled out and I stood there in a fucking daze. I was hard as a rock myself. Having just experienced one of my hottest fucks, ever. I needed to go find a bottom to relieve myself after that. Damn. I love my city! Sure enough, several weeks later I came down with a horrid flu. Fevers, shakes, shits, joint aches, body aches, waking in a puddle of sweat.... GH sex in a big city tub. It's hard to find hotter sex.

Hey, pigs -- I'm working on the next part of the story. In the meantime, I figured you might appreciate this little series of photos I shot last night...

PART II When I finished up in the shower, I walked back to Coach Pitt’s office, where I found him sitting on the couch, jacking his giant dick to some homemade porn. On the computer screen there was a hot jockboy on his back, legs spread, getting piston-bred by a hung stud top. When the top pulled out, his cock glistened with a thick layer of cum, and a steady stream of seed poured out of the boy’s ripped-up fuckhole. Then I looked a little closer. Wait a second, I thought—I know this boy. “Is that Tom Goldsmith?” I asked Coach Pitt, totally shocked to see someone I knew spreading his sloppy hole for raw cock in a homemade sex tape. Tom Goldsmith was team captain the year before me. He was one year ahead and one weight class heavier. I idolized him. I’d also found myself staring at his giant swinging cock and heavy balls during every single weigh-in. “You got it,” said Coach, placing the image on pause, then turning to me, saying “I filmed this almost exactly a year ago, just after his 18th birthday. He was curious about cock, but didn’t want to get fucked, so for a few weeks, Strickland and I broke him down little by little, plying him with drugs, jacking our dicks while we watched porn together, showing him our homemade videos. He resisted for awhile, but finally he broke, and in the end, he turned into one hot, hungry, twisted fagboy cumdump.” I stared at the frozen image on the screen where I could see Tom stretching his fuckhole as widely as possible, staring intently at the raw cock that was making a beeline for his wide-open cum-soaked cunt. I just couldn’t believe what I was seeing. “Listen, buddy—don’t you worry,” said Coach, motioning for me to sit down next to him. “I know this looks really intense. You don’t need to go this far. We’ll do whatever you’re comfortable doing, boy.” As I sat down, Coach’s fingers drifted down to my newly shaven hole. He placed his index finger gently against the entrance to my cunt and massaged it, causing me to let out a guttural moan. My legs spread a little wider. He dug his finger deeper. Then I gasped: “I want to be that kind of boy for you, too.” Coach inserted a second finger into my hole. “Good. I’m glad you want that, Lance,” he said, adding “It just might take some time. A true cumdump surrenders to raw cock, no questions asked. You beg for each dick to plant seed deep inside your body. Tom took 22 loads on the night we filmed this. It’s not a safe way to play.” He reached for the remote, turned up the volume on the monitor, and pressed play. Through the computer speakers I could now hear Tom saying “Yeah,” I heard the jockbottom growl. “Yeah?” replied the top man who was about to shove his raw cock inside Tom’s leaking pussy, “You want this, fag?” Tom spread his hole wider, answering “Yes please, fucker. Please fucking poz me. Shoot your virus into my guts and take my fuckin’ hole to the dark side.” With that, the top shoved in. I was mesmerized. As I stared at the screen, precum streamed out of my rock-hard dick. Coach gathered the fluid with his fingers and worked it into my fuckhole. “You like that, huh?” Coach remarked, pulling me closer to himself as he put the movie back on pause. “You like hearing Tom beg for poz cum?” “Coach, I love it.” “Good boy. I’m so glad to hear that.” I paused for a moment, terrified to say what I was thinking, but somehow I just couldn’t stop myself. Coach encouraged me, asking "What is it? You can tell me anything, Lance." My reply blurted-out: “Can I do that tonight, Coach? Please?” “Do what, Lance?” “Get my hole fucked full of poz cum.” Coach grinned, pulled me into a hug, and kissed me deep while his hands continued to massage and relax my hungry jockbutt. Then he looked deep into my eyes. “Lance, I would so love to see this pretty virgin hole get knocked up with HIV. But are you sure you’re ready?” “It scares the fuck out of me, but yeah, I want it bad.” “Then let’s get you knocked up, boy. Tonight.” “Fuck yeah. Thank you, Coach.” “No, boy—thank you. I’m so proud of you for embracing the poz pig you’re destined to be. But first, I have one more thing to show you.” He hit play again. From the monitor, I heard Coach’s voice—apparently he was the camera operator—saying, “Here, Strickland. Hold the camera. I want to give this boy another load.” The camera jostled, then steadied again. I saw Coach’s muscular chest, defined abs, and giant cock enter the frame. “You want more?” Coach asked the bottom boy, who grinned and nodded, answering “Please, Coach, pump my butt full of another load of your sweet poz cum.” I turned to look at Coach. He was watching me, grinning as he massaged my hole with two fingers. His dark eyes glinted as he nodded approval, and I nodded back. “Yes,” was all I said. Then his smile got bigger. I looked back at the monitor where I saw Coach’s fat dick enter Tom’s sloppy cumhole. Tom groaned. Then I heard Coach say to him: “Fuck yeah, you little pozzed-up slampig.” Meanwhile, Coach worked a third finger into my hole. I looked back into his eyes and he kissed me, deep and rough. “Damn,” he said with a growl, “You are somethin' else, Lance. I can’t wait to pound a poz load deep inside my boy's hungry butt.” “Please, Coach.” “Yeah, boy? Is that what you want?” “Yes. Please make me yours. Poz me up. I want everything you’ve got.” “Absolutely, you fuckin’ jockpig,” he said, pulling me close to him and pressing his dick against my partied-up fuckhole. “Tonight you become all mine.” MORE SOON...