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I'm neg. It's a status I tried to get rid of before. I hated it. In the baths I'd let myself get fucked by anyone who wanted my hole. I've been stretched out and flooded with the toxin, but it didn't take. I was frustrated as all hell, especially because I really don't like to bottom. I'm a natural top. Domination and power-play were always what made me want to fuck. So eventually I decided to stop resisting it. I no longer try to get pozzed, and as much as I dislike it I can't gift the chasers like they want. Instead, I compromise. I get my thrills these days by watching others get pozzed. Specifically, I organize for men young and old to get injected with toxic loads. In the basement of my house we play roulette. In the centre of the bare concrete is a disc, large enough for a bottom on all fours to get down on all fours. This disc spins with a quick kick, and whatever cock pointing at the hole then fucks it. In the mind of the neg bottom, only three of the six men would fuck them, and only one of them is poz. Half the chance of not getting a poz cock, and even then there was the sizeable chance the virus wouldn't convert them. In reality, the same three fuck the bottom every time. Three HIV positive men who really don't like taking their meds. The other three stayed around to watch, eventually retreating to a corner of the room where they can fuck in a heaving pile on the floor. The three of them (good friends of mine) were neg. Outside my house, ask any of them about bareback sex and they'll throw a fistful of condoms at you. They'll talk about how bare sex is sex done wrong. Each of them leapt at the thought of watching us destroy a man's ass and seeing the toxic cum flow out of theman's ruined rosebud. At least to a degree, as afterwards each of them usually exhibited an aura of shame. Obviously I couldn't really share the view. It was an unremarkable day outside. In my basement though, I could feel the arousal in the air. The kid alternated between smiling nervously at us and looking down at his shoes. The negs were trying to goad him into small talk, but any answers he gave trailed off into awkward silence. He obviously couldn't get past the predatory stare of myself and the other three, and shyly looked away when he met our eyes. My cock was rigid, and pointed a thick, nine inch rod down my leg that jutted out from the material of my jeans. I looked around to the others. At 56, Barry was the oldest. He was as hair-covered, pot bellied a daddy as you could get. His dark grey hair was cut short, and under his neck a forest of dark hair started that left almost every part below covered.v He was invited to every one of my roulette parties for a few reasons, the most important of which was that he fucked like an animal, caring nothing at all for the comfort or pleasure of the bottom. He brutalized every ass he fucked, tearing it up and increasing the chances of his demon seed taking hold. When the kid looked his way he leered, grabbing his crotch and grinning like a shark. Rich was not long out of high school. I found him like I usually find them. I cruise these sites for a very particular type of person: one who craves risks. You'll find people like this everywhere. They throw themselves into unsavory or dangerous situations and pin all their hopes on getting out unscathed. Rich, 18 and with dark blonde hair (just long enough to grab a fistful) was a beauty of a find. In a private message he'd confessed to being fucked only a few times. Once, a rubber had ripped and he'd been filled up. He'd freaked at the time, but after getting the all-clear from the clinic he'd felt a rush unlike anything he'd known before. He hadn't taken raw cock since, and that's where I came in. I played to his sense of adventure, and a few days after making my offer, I had a message in my inbox asking me when and where. Wordless, I went to him. He looked into my eyes and I smiled. He smiled back. I cupped his balls through his jeans and squeezed hard. He yelped, and Barry laughed. "Why are you here?" I asked. He hesitated and I squeezed harder. I repeated the question. "To have...sex." His voice strained with the effort of keeping his composure. Barry crept behind and grabbed his arms, restraining him. "You're here to get fucked", he growled into the young man's ear. "You're here to get your little hole stretched and your guts fuckin' flooded." Barry flattened his tongue and licked the side of Rich's face from chin to temple. I felt the kid's dick harden through his jeans. Dean and Phil were setting things up on the disc. They placed a stool in the centre where we'd bend the little shit over. They'd looped the rope from under the disc, securing it to the centre and leaving four lengths of thin rope sticking around. Dean gave me a thumbs up and one of the negs fiddled with the video camera until it snapped into place on the tripod. It beeped, and we led Rich backwards onto the disc while we stripped him. Barry tore his shirt open, revealing a chest speckled with light hair. While Barry held him aloft I pulled the jeans from him. Once his fat cock was free it smacked against his belly and left a clear little splat of pre-cum. I grabbed it roughly and pumped it a few times. He groaned and I let go. Once naked, we pushed him down over the stool. It was knee-height, allowing his own knees to touch the metal disc and support his weight. Barry leaned down and forced his tongue through Rich's lips. It was a deep kiss, and he held the kid's jaw while yanking his hair while he probed around the young mouth. There was always something animalistic about how Barry interacted with his men. Even when kissing he looked like he was devouring them. While he kissed, Dean and Phil tied the bottom's legs and wrists to the stool. As soon as he was secure in place, Barry dropped the act. He pulled his tongue from Rich's mouth and spat in his face. The kid moaned in surprised pleasure. "I knew it", Barry chuckled, and looking at me asked "We about ready?" "Yeah...." Rich breathed. "No you're not", Barry told him. Phil and Dean joined us in a circle around the boy. The two were cousins I'd met years ago through Barry. He'd bragged to me one night over boy-ass how he'd been fucking around with two cousins that he'd gifted. I'd met them, fucked them, and now they converted men for me. Phil was 31 and Dean 36. They shared the same thick, dark hair and wide build. Neither had a belly like Barry but they were also covered in a generous covering of hair, particularly the thick forest around their chest, torso and the base of their swollen cocks. Phil's was longer and narrower than his cousin whose own cock's thickness made the bottoms wince when he pulled it out. The negs stood with us and we all stripped. Within seconds each man had his cock in hand. Rich moaned when he saw Barry standing naked in front of him. The fat cock was so close to his mouth that he flicked out his tongue and licked the tip. Barry took an exaggerated step back. "Whoa, whoa, you little dumpster. You gotta wait for the game." He nodded at me and I kicked the disc. It spun around, pink hole pointing out at us. It stopped and pointed at one of the negs next to Dean. Dean grinned at me and mouthed "close enough." He slapped his hands down hard on the cheeks, which made Rich gasp. Two perfect hand prints were left. He got to his knees and started to lick around the hole before him. He closed his eyes and savored the taste of the uncorrupted pink. He hooked his thumbs into the opening and pulled it apart to reveal a tight little circle that barely opened around his digits. "Little fucker's tight," he remarked as he forced his tongue into the opening and tasted the boy's insides while he pumped his own thick meat. He spat a few times onto the hole and worked a few fingers in. Rich squirmed and clenched tight. "This is gonna feel fuckin' awesome," Dean commented as he rose to his feet and tapped his cockhead against the thoroughly rimmed ass. I threw his some lube and he curled his lip. Dean liked to fuck naturally, meaning he preferred to use spit or cum as lube but I was impatient. He smeared a small amount onto his shaft and pushed his head back onto the asshole. He gently pushed for a moment. We all moved closer to watch it go in. The tip sank in and Rich was making wordless, sputtering sounds. It was painful for him, but this one would fight through. He'd endure the fucking out of an overblown sense of pride if nothing else. He wouldn't embarrass himself in front of us by backing out. In one slow movement Dean draped himself over Rich until his chest was on flat against the kids back. The movement drove his cock in deep, and he humped the last inch in while Rich let out more of those nonsense sounds that came from great pain and the start of pleasure that was burning bloody fire up to his bowels. Dean stayed like that for a few moments, pumping his shaft deep until he raised himself to a standing position. Again he slapped his hands down loud on the cheeks. He spread them so I could see the strained hole engulf his meat. Without any more ceremony he started to suddenly piston in and out of Rich. The air was filled with the sound of balls slapping against balls. The bio-hazard tattoo on Dean's ass animated as his ass clenched for each thrust. One of the negs opened a crate of beers. I took one and moved around Rich to see his face. Barry's cock was already there, smearing a trail of pre-cum on the clenched lips. "Suck it," he whispered. Rich opened his eyes and looked up, unsure. "You'll be getting your insides blasted with what may or may not be HIV positive cum, but you won't suck dick for a few minutes?" He opened his mouth, and Barry wasted no time in jamming his cock deep into Rich's mouth while holding Rich's head in place. Heavy gagging sounded through the room, but Barry went easy enough. We didn't know when last Rich had eaten. Now wasn't the time to find out. Dean was growling now. He sped up and slammed deep. He threw back his head and beads of sweat flew into the air. The matted hair on his chest shone with the wet of his skin while he fucked. His speed increased with the volume of his growling. The noise grew louder, and with one loud roar he drove his dick home and held it there. His face was screwed up while the orgasm rolled over him, and when it passed he opened his eyes and smiled lazily at me. He removed his dick and put three fingers into the fucked hole. He hooked them and pulled, causing the disc to spin, Barry's cock to pop out of Rich's mouth and the boy to yelp again at the sensation. While he spun Phil passed Dean a beer, which was cracked open and half-drained in a gulp. His deflating cock was slick with cum, remnants of lube and a few thin streaks of blood. Phil kissed his cousin on the mouth and winked as the disc stopped and the leaking hole pointed again to a neg who looked at the ass with burning desire. Phil took his place, walking to Rich with his cock aimed. He didn't stop walking until his pelvis was pressed against the ass and every inch had slid in without stopping. After his cousins much thicker cock he slid right in. Rich yelled out as he got impaled again, the sound cut off when Dead shoved his prick being shoved into Rich's wide-open mouth. Not surprisingly, Rich gagged at the taste of his own ass juices. "Yeah, you clean it all off." While his shaft was being cleaned, Dean leaned over and pinched both Phil's nipples hard. This illicited a throaty grunt from Phil, who slammed harder and faster into the hole. He then pulled out moved to let Barry get his dick wet again. He held Rich's head in place while he very slowly pushed in and pulled out, never removing more than half the shaft. "You havin' a good time, Hole?" Mouth full of dick, Rick nodded furiously. "Tell me you're having a good time." Who knows what the boy said then. It was lost in a mess of wet gurgling noises. "You want this man's cum?" Barry asked. Nodding head and gurgling noises. Saliva was pooling at the base of Barry's furry sack before dropping to the floor. Rich's face was red, and wet with sweat. His eyes were bloodshot from his gag reflex being tested. "Work for it. Fuck yourself against his dick." Rich did, with effort. The ropes allowed for limited movement, but that was Barry's game. He enjoyed watching these men struggle. Phil drove his cock home in three painful-looking thrusts and held himself there for a second as had Dean. Another load deposited. I heard a grunt behind me and turned to see the negs. One was on his knees blowing the other, but it was the third who'd made the noise. His cum lay in a trailing pool on the ground. Without the haze of his need to cum, his face turned from desire to disgust. He looked at the scene in the centre of the basement and covered his face before grabbing his things and leaving. Shame, I guess? I really wouldn't know anything about that. The two others stopped and looked towards the door that just slammed shut. I shrugged at them, but before I turned I saw an uncertainty there, a flash of guilt. This is really why I kept the negs around: they're hypocrites and they're not much company, but I enjoyed seeing the look of utter disgust in them, even as we do our best to corrupt them. Phil and Dean took a seat together on the battered couch I kept for between-fuck rests. Barry pulled his cock from the mouth and gripped a shoulder. He spun the boy then, positioning himself to be at the hole when it stopped. Any other day, Phil and Dean wouldn't have gone to the couch. Barry wouldn't have been so obvious in cheating, but then again there were only two of us left in the game, aside from the fuckhole. The others had realized something: if Rich had seen through the game, he didn't comment. We could be doing anything to this little fuck and he'd let us. Barry hooked a few fingers into the hole and slid them back out. He licked at the toxic cum that clung to him before reaching round and pushing the digits through the mouth. Rich sucked at the cum greedily, whimpering as he did. Barry's cock slid in with little trouble, and it started pummeling into the hole immediately. Barry grabbed Rich's hair and yanked his head so they were looking at each other. His hair-covered back heaved and was already shiny with a thin layer of sweat. Like Dean, he draped himself over the kid, bending forward until their faces were close. Instinctively, Rich opened his mouth for the kiss. Barry spat again on his face and battered the opening with the kind of fury and stamina that I've seen in no one else. Pozzing was his passion, and as such was more of a motivation to him than the actual orgasm - or so it seems such was what motivated him to keep his hips rutting. "Who has it?" Barry asked while he fucked. "Who has the virus? Do you have a guess?" Moaning in time with the thrusts, Rich just shook his head. Barry was fucking so hard I thought the stool would collapse, but it somehow held together. "It could be me, you know. These balls could be full of pure, sweet cum or they could be full of something toxic. What would you bet on?" The thrusting messed with his words. "I!...Don't!...Care!" Barry threw his head back and roared with laughter. I had to take my hand off my cock to keep from shooting. "You don't, do you? You fuckin' cumdump." Seeing that Barry was nearing the end, I moved to that sweet mouth which opened wide to accommodate me. It didn't take long. Barry still held Rich's head to the side and while I fucked his throat I looked at him looking up at me with those wet blood-shot eyes. He was a mess. Barry's final grunt turned into a guttural noise that drew out as he flooded the boy's hole. Not wanting to taint the deposits with my own neg cum, I slid my cock into the warm wet a few more times before firing rope after rope down Rich's throat. He gagged a few times before swallowing it down. I pulled out at the same time as Barry. While he went back to the mouth to get his cock cleaned off I walked to the crate and got another beer. The other negs had left, but there were two new small stains on my concrete floor. Idiots. We untied him and the others left. The job was done, and Rich held no interest for them now. "How are you feeling?" I asked. A dark look crossed his face. "I feel good...but I'm kinda scared to get tested now." I shook my head and took a swig of my beer. "You really shouldn't." He looked at me, surprised. "No?" "Nah, we're all clean. The poz guy was the one who left first." "Oh, wow," he said, and repeating himself with another 'oh,' he remarked with a smile "Well that's great!" He stayed the night. I couldn't let him leave, really. He lay with me in my bed upstairs while I fucked him through the night, keeping his ass open and the poz cum inside his ass. In the morning there was a big patch on the sheets from where the jizz had seeped from his ruined ass. It had been in there long enough, I thought. When he left, I immediately went online to one of my hookup sites. I found a promising-looking new guy and bookmarked his profile. I'd make contact after lunch. I slid the camera's memory card into the slot and started importing the video. I watched it then, flicking through to find what I wanted: a good picture of his face. I snapped the pic and pasted it into an ever-growing folder of similar pictures, faces of healthy men now converted because of me. My cock was rigid again. I reopened the browser and found the new guy's page. I smirked and started typing my message.

Want Some Chocolate With Sprinkles?: The thwump-thwump-thwump of Marine 1, the President’s helicopter and its two escorts, echoed down the river as it made its way to Andrews Air Force Base. I was walking home from work and approaching Banneker Overlook in Southwest, Washington, DC, where I got a great view of the three choppers flying low, appearing to weave in and out of the numerous construction cranes at the river’s edge that marked the new Wharf Development. It was another hot and blistering day in DC – the 10th in a row in the high 90s and I was anxious to get home, get out of my sweat drenched work clothes, and relax with a cold drink by the air conditioner. As I descended the other side of the Overlook, I heard the musical chimes of one of the neighborhood’s ice cream trucks, although this one sounded like it was on its last leg – off tune, missing beats, and volume that faded in and out. A nice big ice cream cone sounded really good right about then and with this heat I bet they were doing a hell of a business. I started along the sidewalk beside Maine Avenue, casually looking over the numerous tour buses that park there before venturing back out to pick up the latest flock of tourists. Near the end of the line of buses, parked by the largest shade tree on the block, was the ice cream truck I had heard earlier and I licked my lips in anticipation of a sweet treat. When I got closer I noticed a pair of boots and a pair of bare legs sticking out from the other side of the tree – legs that looked like mini-tree trunks themselves, thick, and sturdy. About 20 feet away I caught a whiff of a cigar, a strong one, and now noticed a light haze of smoke working its way around the tree and my curiosity grew. I slowed my pace, heard a manly cough, hack, then spit, a growl and “MOTHER FUCK!” repeated several times. The last one was being spat out as I rounded the tree and saw the man frantically brushing at his bare chest with his right hand while waving his left hand around with the cigar in in trying to keep his balance on the milk crate he was sitting on. He saw me standing there, let out a long, low laugh and said, “About burned my nipple off – Jesus fucking Christ – been looking forward to this cigar all damn day – now look at that, singed my chest hair right off – fucking Christ.” I smiled, not sure what to say, and watched as he settled himself back on the crate, leaned against the ice cream truck and started puffing on his cigar again. I couldn’t help but stare as at this big black man, wearing nothing but a pair of boots and basketball shorts, sitting on the side of the street like he was King Shit. His hair was cut low and tight, and he had a nice thick beard, but the rest of him seemed fairly smooth, although it was hard to tell as his skin was a rich, dark ebony and any hair would have been matted down by the sheen of sweat that covered him. The boots he had on looked about size 13 and the cum pig bottom in me started to squeal OINK OINK. My eyes started to go back up his body and stopped – his left hand was now resting on his left thigh, a gold wedding band flashing brightly as his fingers rose up and down in motion like he was playing a piano. No, not a piano, a pipe, a big, long pipe, because I watched what was clearly a monster dick started to lengthen in his shorts and I was sure any moment the head would peak out like a newborn babe. “Eyes up here,” the man said, breaking me out of my fantasy mind and embarrassing me that I got caught. “Even with those fucking shades on I can tell you eyeing my shit, so speak the fuck up. I ain’t got time for games, say what you want.” I was taken aback by his frankness and sputtered, “I uhh… ice cream… you know it’s hot as shit out here and I thought some ice cream would be good right about now.” The man continued to stroke his shaft with his fingers in rhythm to a tune only he could hear, or maybe it was in time with the hum of the ice cream truck’s motor that was running the cooler. He puffed on his cigar, grunted as he stood up, grabbed his milk crate, and walked to the back of the truck. “Well come on. I believe I got just what you’re looking for. I looked both ways up and down the sidewalk, nervous, but horny as hell and I wanted some dick, so I followed him to the back, grabbed the side, stepped up the two steps into the back of the ice cream truck and a little forward to make room for him to follow. The back door closed, locked, I quickly looked to the front and saw the back end of one of the buses. The ice cream man laughed, “Don’t worry man. You scared? Naw I didn’t think so and no one can see. Anyways, my dudes being playing cards and shit and they know better than to bother me if the truck be rocking, you understand?” I nodded, hoping I did. “Last chance – say what you want,” he ordered. It was now or never so I straightened my shoulders back a little, took off my sunglasses, looked up into his dark eyes and said, “I want to suck your dick for you, then let you fuck me hard and rough and deep and blow your load up my ass.” The ice cream truck driver coughed, blowing cigar smoke out as he laughed. He shook his head, smiled, “Fuck yeah, that’s what I’m talking about,” he said, “So you trying to be a bitch for a big dick? Get those fucking pants off and let me see whatcha working with. I’m a man who likes a big old melon ass, not some little peach shit. Hot damn! That’s right, your ass got some meat to it, bend that shit over, time for a taste test.” I finished stripping and bent forward over the ice cream cooler as the ice cream man started to paw at my ass cheeks. I rested my elbows on the cold steel of the cooler tops as he spread my cheeks open and started flicking his tongue side to side and up and down my ass crack. “Fuck me, fuck me,” I begged as his thick tongue found the edges of my hole.” He paused, inhaled deep, smacked his lips and said, “Oh fuck you bet I’m going to, but first I plan to taste all 31 flavors. Before we begin though, stand up.” I stood up, grabbed my now hard dick, and was beating it as I looked at his now naked body. OH MY GOD HIS DICK WAS HUGE! I wanted it so bad and asked him again to fuck me, but he ignored me, opened a cupboard on the other side of truck pulled out a box, then squatted down, reached in, pulled out two more boxes, stood up, then set the boxes on the other counter. He opened the first one, pulled out a leather collar and a thick chain and held it up. I tilted my head in question as he sucked on his cigar, set it back in an ashtray and said, “Bitches need to be chained up if they want to get mounted by the big dawg knot.” I shivered a little as the cold links of the chain fell down my back and he laced the leather collar around my neck. Maybe now he would fuck me. But no. He looped the end of the chain through the handle on the ice cream cooler and padlocked it, opened the other boxes and started pulling out baggies of pills, marijuana, little vials and needles, and other shit I had no idea what it was. The next box he opened he pulled several aluminum foil wrapped bunches out, set them down, gently opened one, and a stack of money peered through. He then crossed in front of me, opened the cooler door on the end, reached down, stood up and said, “Bend over.” I did, my heart almost burst with joy as I was going to get fucked, but it was not his dick that pushed at my hole. I cried out as something very fucking cold and pointy forced its way into my ass, the cold making me clench my hole did not stop him. “Cum shouldn’t be wasted,” he said, “This is one of my nuttsicles – grade A, premium black beef, nutt. And that’s hardly half of what I shoot at a time. My balls fucking put out, which is good, because I like my bitches’ asses to be dripping and sloppy.” My ass clenched and my guts shuddered from the inside out and the ice cream man just laughed. He then tossed a baggy of white powder on the cooler beside me, unwrapped one of his stacks of bills, snapped the rubberband off, slid a bill off the top and rubbed it between his hands a couple times, then rolled it into a little straw and handed it to me with the 100 mark showing. Holy fuck – if that whole stack was hundred dollar bills he must have thousands of dollars there! The ice cream man knew what I was thinking apparently as he chuckled, patted the stack and said, “What the fuck? You think I make stacks like this selling tootie fruity and fudge pops? You tripping. I got the best delivery service in town. Me and my boys sling dope, pills, juice, crack, whatever you need we got and if I don’t got it, I can get it. Cops don’t bother me none, I’m just the ice cream man you know? And on the streets, well no one fucks with me either as they know my boys and I pack firepower, but they also need what I bring to the table. See all these fucking buses? They come down here every day from New York City and shit and they sure don’t make their cash from hauling old blue haired tourists around. They haul what I need straight down 95. My shit’s the best. Now that you know the 411, snort some shit up because I’m about ready to bang you the fuck out!” I looked at the baggy, looked at him, my ass clenched. “I’ve not done shit like that in a really long long time, I mean I don’t mind if you do, but I can’t. Work and all.” The ice cream man stepped closer, his right hip pressing against my side feeling hot like a furnace. He shook his head, grabbed the baggy, handed the 100 to me and said, “You WILL snort, sip, take whatever the fuck I say. I like fucking bitches that be high and we got a few hours before I have to meet my crew and make some deliveries, so be good, obey, and do what THE FUCK I SAY!” I nodded, took the baggy and 100 and hit the powder. FUCK THAT BURNED! “Other side too,” he said and then continued, “You won’t find Tina like that any place else in the city. I got the best shit.” He held up another bag, this one full of little shards and pieces, he pulled a chunk out, reached down and pushed it into the gaping piss slit in the head of his dick. “FUCK YEAH THAT’S A GOOD BURN,” he said, as he took another and plopped it under his tongue. He then grabbed two large chunks, turned me around, and using two fingers and his thumb shoved the shards into my chilled ass. Once they were just inside my hole he used his index finger to push them in further. The ice cream man then spit on his dick, once, twice, and got it nice and slimy. He then took the bag of powder, pulled some out between his fingers and dribbled it over his wet dick. “Every big chocolate cone should have sprinkles on it, don’t you think? You like sprinkles? I want you to get down on your fucking knees and lick every sprinkle off my dick, don’t miss a one.” I had to adjust the collar and chain a little, but it was long enough so I could obey and soon I was slurping on his Tina covered dick like it was an XL Frosty at Wendys. “Let me hear you smack those lips on my meat, spit that shit up – now swallow those sprinkles – ha ha oh fuck, you got powdered lips now – good bitch cock sucker – bet that throat is nice and relaxed, you feeling the shit yet? Oh yeah, I can tell, you a greedy little cock sucker. Open your mouth, let me feel you wet the whole motha-fuckin thing. FUCK YEAH, REST MY BALLS ON YOUR CHIN – TRY SWALLOWING MY SHIT, WORK MY DICK WITH THAT THROAT!” Drool was running out the sides of my mouth and as the Tina kicked in I was hungrier than ever and wanted more. I spat his dick out, stood up, panting hard as mouth juice ran down my chin and onto my chest. I looked at him all wild eyed and he stepped back, laughed, reached into a box and pulled out a plastic bottle. “This here is my home-made lube. We’re about to set that ass on fire! Bend over and show me how you want it.” I turned around, planted my hands firmly on top of the ice cream freezer, the chill of the cold steel in sharp contrast to the blazing inferno that began to spread from the tender edges of my asshole, deeper into my guts as the ice cream man fingered me hard and rough with his homemade lube. I started to pant, what the fuck was in that shit? He dangled another baggy in front of me, “See these monster shards? I’ll plant a few more of these up, twirl it all up with my meat, and top that sunday off with some frothy whip cream and a busted cherry from that third hole!!” I started to push back and ride his fingers as he forced the shards of Tina deeper into me. Even though it felt like I was being blasted with rock salt, the high I was on overrode any common sense and told me the pain I was feeling was nothing compared to the joy to come. “YOU WANT THIS DICK? WANT MY KNOT? LET ME HEAR YOU BEG FOR IT FUCKER. BEG TO GET FUCKED, BEG TO GET USED, BEG FOR MY CHOCOLATE NUTT,” the ice cream man said. I bounced my ass around and pushed it back as far as I could while still bending over the cooler. I begged, pleaded, and was frustrated as hell as my need to get fucked was overwhelming. The only warning I had he was ready was a quick “TAKE IT BITCH,” before the ice cream man pushed against my shivering hole and punched his dick head through my first ass ring, and started banging at the second like a warrior attacking a castle’s walls. “FUCKING CHRIST – THAT SHIT IS TIGHT – NOT FOR LONG THOUGH, GOING TO LOOSEN THAT HOLE, MAKE IT FLOWER, OPEN THOSE PUSSY LIPS THEN SPRINKLE IT WITH MY LUV AND LITTLE RAIN,” the ice cream man announced as he banged my ass. “SHUT UP, I DON’T NEED TO HEAR YOU TELLING ME HOW FUCKING GOOD MY DICK FEELS. I KNOW IT DOES. BITCHES SHOULD BE SEEN AND NOT HEARD SO JUST KEEP TRYING TO GRIP DOWN ON MY DICK SO I CAN BUST THOSE WALLS OUTWITH MY BIG, BLACK CANNON!” The ice cream man fucked me hard, deep, and steady and I was fucking loving it. I was used to being verbal so it was tough having to keep my mouth shut, but the few moans and groans that escaped my Tina coated lips let him know I would take whatever he gave me. Even though I was laying face forward on the ice cream cooler, I was hot, sweating, and panting. The ice cream man was hot too and sweat poured off his thick body and dripped all over me as he continued to fuck my ass. After a while of hard fucking, he slowed his pace and said, “Fuck damn – feel that? I just gave you a bit of chem piss. That’ll kick in in oh about 2 or 3 minutes and your ass will start squirting like a porn pussy in not time. And you know what? By the times we’re through, you’re gonna walk out of here smelling like an old goat. A big old goat with nasty teeth, fucked up hooves, and shit and piss coated tail end.” He laughed hard at that, I didn’t get it but could have cared less as long as he kept fucking me. My legs were getting tired, but my ass was hungrier than ever, and I grabbed onto the cross bar on the ice cream truck wall in front of me to help keep me standing. I guess it was actually the window counter that opened as every time the ice cream man bang fucked me into the cooler, the wall would pop out a little, only staying in place by hook latches on either side, but it was enough for me to get quick little views of sunlight and the sidewalk and every now and then a glimpse of one of the bus drivers standing by the bus in front of us and looking at the ice cream truck. “READY FOR MY BLACK SYRUP? SOME CREAM IN THAT HOLE FOR THAT VANILLA SUNDAY? GONNA MAKE THAT BANA SPLIT FO SURE! I GOT IT FOR YOU – HERE IT FUCKING COMES – TAKE MY FUCKING CREAM YOU DICK HUNGRY FUCKER – OPEN THAT HOLE WIDE – GIVE IT TO ME – GIVE IT TO ME – THAT’S RIGHT – LET ME PUSH THOSE SPRINKLES INTO THOSE GUTS – AWW FUCK…AWW FUCK… HERE IT COMES…HERE IT COMES….HERE….IT….COOOMMMMESSSS…..!!!!” The shivers that ran through the ice cream truck man travelled from his dick, up and through his body, back down through his dick and into my ass and exploded out through my limbs as his cum splattered my insides. He sighed, sucked in a couple deep breaths, then pushed himself off me and ripped his dick out of my pulsing hole. I begged for him to keep fucking me but he just slapped my ass, laughed, grabbed a handful of napkins from the dispenser on the side, and wiped his face and forehead off. He then kicked the milk crate on the floor to the side, plopped down on it with a grunt, took his cigar and lit it back up and leaned back. I stood up, twisting around in my collar and chain and eyed his wet and glistening dick. I needed more – had to have more! I stepped closer to try to stroke him or suck him and he said, “Back the fuck off. I’m done. Well done with that. Time to settle up. Toss me your fucking wallet.” What? All I could think about was dick and the ache in my ass. “You deaf? Jesus Christ,” he said he got up, grabbed my pants off the floor, pulled my wallet out of the back pocket, one at a time laid out the cash I had on the counter, shook his head in disgust, then pulled out one of my credit cards. He then stepped over to the cash register, ran my card through a small reader, typed in some numbers, smiled when it dinged approved, came back, stuck the card back in my wallet, scuffed up the cash and said, “You got to pay to play and my shit – between my legs and what you fucking snorted and took up your hole – ain’t free, you feel me?” I nodded, what else could I do? Right then I would have done anything. “Get dressed and get the fuck out, I got things to do,” the ice cream man said as he unwound the chain from the cooler’s handle and released me from the collar. I rubbed my neck and practically pranced back and forth on tippy toes I was so fucking horny and high. He just smiled, laughed, and deflated me a bit when he said, “Look, you got some good ass, you was here, I was ready, it was business. Here’s my card. If you got the bank and need a delivery, I got boys who can roll through with anything on the menu – and I mean anything.” The last bit he emphasized by flapping his limp dick with his right hand. OK, I got it. I was high not stupid, so I started to get dressed as he did too. Stuffed my now empty wallet into my pants and looked at him one last time in hopes he had changed his mind. He just scowled, pointed at the back door, so I let myself out into the harsh light of the hot summer afternoon. I was standing between the back of the ice cream truck and a bus that had pulled up behind us, trying to adjust myself and feeling fucking paranoid that I not only smelled like a goat, but looked like one too, when the ice cream truck’s motor revved, spat a stream of thick acrid smoke out the tail pipe, and beeped twice in warning. I hopped up on the curb as the ice cream truck backed up a few feet, pulled out, and drove away. My scattered thoughts were interrupted as someone coughed, I turned to the left and the driver of the bus that had parked behind the ice cream truck was now standing by the bus door, leaning slightly against it as he rubbed the bulge in the front of his pants. He had on large sun glasses so I could not see his eyes and he didn’t say a word, but his fingers and the growing shadow cast by his pants was all I needed to see. “I hope you got some sprinkles,” I said as I purposely walked past him and climbed the steps up into the bus knowing my ass was ready to give him more than he bargained for.

This is a bit of a cheat. It is actually the story of my last six loads all in one session from only two separate guys. Earlier today, a guy I have been interested in and pursuing for quite awhile finally had a day off. We both had trouble sleeping last night and were texting back and forth most of the night about how horny we were. Though he's normally a bottom, he was really in the mood to top a tight hole. Considering I was in an insatiable bottom mood, that worked well. He invited me over and I got there around 6:00 AM. Even before the door was even closed his shorts were off and the entire length his cock was sliding in and out my mouth and throat. We are both exhibitionists, so it didn't bother me that we were in the living room with one of his roommates on the couch watching. Unbeknownst to me because it was behind my back, he never closed the front door either. He lives on a busy two-way street with parking on both sides and a lot of people who walking down the sidewalk, so it turned-out I was kneeling in plain view of the entire street while deep throating his eight inch uncut cock, getting it nice and wet. He had mentioned that he pre-cums buckets when he is really turned on, and I assumed he was exaggerating, but not so: as I blew him essentially in public (eight or nine people were watching from the sidewalk), he was rock hard and streaming pre-cum like it was piss. Finally, however, he shut the door and we went up to his room. Without closing the door, he threw me on my back on the bed and started sliding his thick cock up and down my ass crack. Each slide added more and more slickness to both my crack and hole. Then, with no warning, extra spit or any lube at all, he thrust balls deep into me in one fast push and bottomed out inside my ass. Without letting me acclimate to his thick uncut cock, he immediately started a vigorous pounding of my ass. He was fucking me so hard and fast that within a matter of about for or five minutes, he was already getting close. I asked him if he wanted to slow down and edge or cum now. He answered by grunting out that he edged all night and this load is mine right now. He shoved his cock as deep as he could and started throbbing and shooting what felt like a gallon of cum deep into me. This is where I found out the best thing about my friend and what led to how I spent the next eight hours. As he was done fucking that load into me and massaging my ass, I expected him to soften-up, but instead he surprised me by getting harder instead. He remarked that when he's really hot for someone, he turns into a multi-cummer who gets harder after cumming and takes longer to cum with each consecutive load. The next eight hours of the day passed without a moment where my ass was empty of a cock. The first load was the only quick load. The others were long varying fucks in many positions that ended in loads that were no less impressive than the first. The last two loads were even more interesting. At this point, he was balls-deep in me as I lay on my back and he stood at the foot of the bed. He bent over and told me to wrap my arms around his neck. I complied and he picked me up and started walking back downstairs while still thrusting in and out of me. His roommate was still on the couch, his eyes bulging, even as his his cock gave a huge twitch in his basketball shorts. "Where are you going?," the roommate asked. "We're going out into the back yard to finish fucking," my friend replied. "Mind if I tag along?" the roommate asked. Now, the roommate is a hot guy and my friend didn't mind so the three of us went out back even as I was still impaled on my friend's cock. When we arrived in the back yard I saw it was a good sized yard that was wide open, with nothing available for privacy: the fence around the yard was a four-foot chain link fence that added no privacy, and in looking at the surrounding properties, I saw they were pretty much all as open as that in which we were playing, so there was privacy at all. Placing me on my back on a picnic table in the middle of the yard, my friend continued fucking me for about ten minutes before he shot his last load (which was possibly even bigger than his earlier loads). "I think I'm done," my friend remarked, and I thought I was also, but before I got to my feet the roommate pulled-out his cock and asked "Mind if I have a turn?" His cock was even more impressive than that of my friend. It was about 9.5", uncut and thick. I looked to my friend who shrugged. In response, I lifted my legs back up and the roommate thrust into my ass just as vigorously as had my friend. In fact, while I didn't think it could possibly happen, the roommate fucked even faster and harder than my friend. Thankfully, he had been edging all day listening to me get fucked by my friend, so about ten minutes later he blew the biggest load of the day inside my hole. Needless to say I had to wear a plug to get home so their huge loads wouldn't ooze out of my hole into my shorts and onto the leather car seat.

Just as I started to catch my breath, he leaned in and kissed me gently at first but then more aggressively—forcing his tongue deep into my mouth. At the same time he pulled my hands up over my head and pinned them down. With every action he was reinforcing his control over me—complete control. I was still pretty fuzzy from the overdose of g he had given me, so it was a lot for me to take in and process. But as he kissed me and held me down—his body heavy on top of me—I felt myself let go and give in to him. I started to kiss him back just as deeply. And I started to grind my hips up toward his cock. “That’s a good boy. You are starting to learn what you are and what you need. And daddy can give you what you need and help you become your true self. Do you understand boy?” I nodded my head slowly as he stroked by face and licked my ear. He pushed himself off of me and looked down “You are one hot fucking piece of ass, boy.” With no warning he grabbed my torso and lifted it up off the bed and over his shoulder—just as he had done with my boyfriend earlier—and started to carry me across the penthouse playroom. As he walked, he slapped my ass a few times, telling me how hot it was to fuck. “You have no idea how great that ass is. I’m not going to ever let you leave, boy. I’m just going to keep you up here fucked up getting fucked all the time. You don’t know it yet, but I’m about to change your life forever.” We finally reached wherever he was going, and he very gently set me down so that I was standing in front of him. Before I could look around he pulled me into his chest and wrapped his arms around me. “I’m going to take such good care of you, boy. You have no idea how much pleasure I’m going to bring to your life. Are you ready?” I looked up into his eyes and nodded. “I want to hear you say you’re ready. Tell daddy you want to be his boy.” “Yes, daddy. I want to be your boy.” He leaned in close and cupped my chin with his hand. “Say it again, boy.” “I want to be your boy, daddy.” He started to shift his weight away from me and shake his head. “I don’t know, boy. You don’t seem like you really want it…” I threw my arms around him and buried my face in his hairy pecs, “Please, daddy, I’ll do whatever you want. Please! I need to be your boy.” I was completely overcome with terror as I thought about never being held or kissed or fucked by him again—this man who had drugged and raped me. I knew that part of it was the lingering effects of the g. But it was more than that. “I think you are ready, boy.” He walked me a few steps backward and leaned me back into a sling that was in a semiprivate alcove at the opposite end of the penthouse from the oversized bed. “This is my own little private play area—my husband can only come here when he’s invited. It’s where I like to break in my new fuck boys.” He gently lifted my legs into the sling and fastened them into cuffs and then pulled me all the way back into the sling and did the same for my right arm. The left arm he left free and pushed a rolling cart with a padded rest underneath. He stepped behind me and grabbed something from a shelf, which I realized was a blindfold as he slipped it over me eyes. “Just relax—daddy’s going to take good care of you. The only way to be my boy is to trust me completely and absolutely. There’s nothing you can do and no way to turn back now, little boy, so you need to make the choice to give yourself to me unconditionally.” I nodded as the words “Yes daddy, anything you want.” tumbled out of my mouth. “Good boy.” I could hear him doing something behind me, but my brain couldn’t make sense of what it was he could be doing. I heard and felt a chair being pulled up beside me on the side where my arm was not restrained. “Hold your arm completely still.” I felt him wipe my arm with something cold and wet—and it only then dawned on my that he was about to use a needle to inject me with something. I must have tensed up a bit because he whispered to me, “Don’t you worry boy. Daddy was a fireman for over thirty years—so he’s had extensive medical training. Just relax and learn to love being my chem boy.” As he said the last few words, let out a deep breath and tried to let go of my anxiety. I felt the smallest prick and a few seconds later I started to cough intensely and suddenly I was alive like I’ve never been before. Every nerve in my body was tingling. I started to pant and moan. And that’s when daddy slipped his hard cock back inside of me. The second he buried his thick cock all the way to the hilt I shot a load. “Fuck, yeah, boy. You like getting slammed and having daddy’s cock all the way inside you??” “YES! Please! Don’t ever stop fucking me. Please!”

I had been working with this guy for quite some time. We had both identified each other as gay, and truth be told, I thought he was drop-dead cute. Not only was he cute, he was younger and shorter than was I, and his hair was a dark ginger color, cut short at the back and sides and brushed to the side, floppy on top - just like I like it. You may know from earlier stories that I have a thing for guys with nice hair, its not so much the colour as the style and a texture. This guy's hair was thick and I imagined it was going to feel great. We had always got on well and when we were alone had a few chats about his boyfriend, who lived a long way away at a different university and they only got to see each other during the holidays. Now my cute co-worker was a bottom, and he occasionally remarked that every time his boyfriend fucked him it hurt because there was a long distance between fucks. At some point he even showed me a photograph of his boy friend's cock. To be honest it was nothing to write home about. During our conversations he also mentioned he would like to find a discreet guy to fuck him during term time so when his boyfriend was around, he could take his cock and enjoy himself. So naturally I showed him a photograph of my thick cock. The look of conflicted lust crossed his face. I could tell he was torn between getting laid and being true to his boyfriend, but I reasoned nothing however cure his horniness other than a proper cock inside him, even if the cock was poz, as was mine. Now he didn't know I was poz, and as he never brought it up, I was happy to leave it that way. Even so I had pretty much written him off as his guilt complex made it too much effort to work through. Then one night this all changed. We were at the company's Christmas party recently and a couple hours into the party we crossed paths and as I could see he had had a few drinks and was somewhat looser, I thought it a good time to see if he was still horned-up, I could even see the bulge in his trousers, so I decided to go for it. I reached under the table and gave his hard cock a squeeze which made him gasp. It was time to fuck this boy. I told him I was going to the toilet and wanted him to come so I could give him what he needed. When we got inside the toilet was empty as it was fairly late, and many of the attendees had already departed. No sooner had we entered the cubicle then he began kissing me, driving his tongue into my mouth. I buried my hand in his thick ginger hair and it felt as good as I thought it would. We turned around in the cubicle and I pushed him down so he sat on the toilet. I unzipped and got out my thick poz cock, wet with toxic pre-cum and drove it into his mouth right into his throat until he gagged. God could the boy suck cock. He took it into his mouth and throat like a depraved crazy guy. I grabbed the top of his hair and pulled him deeper onto my cock until his eyes were watering. I told him to use as much spit as possible to make my cock wet as I was going to shove it in his ass and give him what he needed. At that point he got all worried about his boyfriend but I told him that he's already been sucking me so he's already crossed the line and we weren't going anywhere till I'd emptied my balls deep in his ginger pussy. I stood him up and turned him around, reached round and undid his trousers which fell to his ankles, then dropped his boxers revealing the cutest ass you'd ever seen, he put his knees on the toilet and bent over, his ass cheeks just opened up and left his tight twitching hole exposed. I wasted no time. I lined-up my wet poz cock with his hole and in one motion drove it deep into his guts. He grunted with genuine pain. His grunt may have said 'stop', but his cock never lost its erection, so I pumped him hard, fucking him deeper and deeper with every thrust, driving into his ass so deeply that I popped into his inner ring and I held still, grabbed the top of his hair while I ran my tongue up the back of his neck. He shuddered with pleasure and then I whispered in his ear, “I'm going to shoot my poz load deep in your inner ring!” He looked at me out of the corner of his eye for a moment but nothing came out of his mouth. He just bowed his head forwards as I pounded his ass, using his head of thick hair as an anchor, I built up momentum. I could feel my balls tightening and my cock was on the brink so I drove it home just as my cock swelled and spew volley after volley of highly toxic cum deep in his guts. It crossed my mind that I was shooting so much cum it almost felt like I was pissing in his ass. Yeah, I could feel the warmth of my load surrounding my cock so I knew he was full. Pulling out, my cock was laced with cum and blood from his torn ring. It was one hell of a beautiful sight. I couldn't help the snicker with pleasure. He turned around and collapsed onto the seat, lost in thought. I thought he looked sated, as he should have been given the fuck I had given him. I noticed his hair was in a real state after the fuck and his cock was still hard. I drove my still hard cock into his mouth to clean it as he wanked himself hard. As he shot his load over the floor I pulled out his mouth bowed his head forward and shot my second poz load over that sexy ginger hair. He looked up at me totally exhausted. I pulled him up and told him to raise his trousers because I wasn't going to let him waste my poz cum: it had to stay deep in his bowels. Using my second load, I styled his hair and sent him out of the cubicle. Turning around he asked "Why?" “You didn't ask and you didn't stop me”, I replied. He looked at me and smiled, turned around and re joined the party.

This story is a work of fiction and fantasy. My first attempt at this so sorry if it's lame. Normally this would be a rough draft but I'm afraid I'll never post it because I'll be too busy revising it. anyway, enjoy! My friend had joined a motorcycle club recently and since we're very close I usually found myself attending a lot of the parties they threw and even special club members only events. I got to know a lot of the guys pretty well. They seemed to have accepted me into their inner circle. unfortunately, this group of men is only a small chapter of the whole club and being good with them DOES NOT mean you're good with everyone, which i will soon find out. my journey began when i was asked to drive some members, including my friend, up to a convention the club was having.not seeing any downside I eagerly agreed. It was quite a drive but we filled the time by smoking a few bowls and sharing stories about the best fucks we've ever had, best tits, tightest pussy; I loved hearing my friends stories because i know hes got a nice 8 in cock that looks all the bigger given the fact that he's about 5' 8" weighing in around 124. Usually I don't find myself attracted to really skinny guys but for not ever working out he's got great tone. So Chris starts his story, and i start to find it hard to concentrate on the road. I recognized it immediately. Hes talking about the time he fucked his ex in the bed she shares with her husband. I know it well because anytime we're alone with some Tina I get him to show me the videos he took of that night. Thats when I saw his beautiful circumcised rod. Sadly for me, even after getting spun Chris still doesnt see me as an option for sexual relief. Mainly because he gets the worse tina dick I've ever seen. I start to feel my jeans get tight. Chris is in the passengers seat and immediately notices, I'm too preoccupied thinking about Chris' big white cock to see him pull out his phone and send me a quick text, "need me to take care of the huge boner for you?" I would have been embarrassed if we hadn't decided to show each other our hard cocks one night to compare. I get another text, "Never mind, I've only ever touched my own dick, Idk if i could handle your girth." He had about an inch on me in length but i had him on girth. I look over at him and roll my eyes. He flashes that sexy smile as I take our last exit. A lot of the convention was extremely exclusive, so i wasnt allowed to attend any of the functions, and since i had decided to be the driver for the weekend I couldnt leave the hotel room just in case i was called for a ride. Finally, just before midnight, i get a text from Chris saying there's going to be a get together at the main clubhouse and I should go. Dying of boredom and horny from the hits of Tina I just had, I quickly left for the party. As soon as i finish my first beer I realize that Im craving some Tina pretty bad. Knowing there had to be a dealer somewhere, I start going through the house trying to find my connect. It only took me about an hour before coming across and empty room with a single solitary bag of meth sitting on the nightstand. without thinking i make my way up to it and pick it up right as 3 members walk in. Back home a misunderstanding such as this would be easy to navigate, but at this moment i was just a stranger taking what isnt mine. they're all staring at me with a mixture of anger and confusion on their faces. I put the bag down, lower my head and try to leave but the door is quickly shut and locked, and finally the silence was broken," Is it my imagination, Bud, or did we just catch this faggot trying to jack my sack?" "Ya thats what it looks like to me, travis" replied Bud. " No I..." I tried to explain myself but was cut off by the third man. "hey maybe hes that "gift" we were supposed to get for finishing our last run so quickly, you know how these club sluts love their dope before taking some cock". I could see where this was heading and while id be more than happy to service these men individually, a group situation would certainly push my limits seeing as how I've never done that sort of thing. They start to take of their shirts exposing some rather impressive torsos. I knew I might really be in danger of just getting jumped by these men, but all I could think about was Travis' arching adonis belts, Buds hard hairy chest and Brad's massive biceps. At once they all grab me and hold me down on the bed, "hey maybe the whores just mad that it hasnt gotten its fix yet, Brad how about you fix him a needle?" Brad nodded and disappeared. I was no match for the two mountains of Aryan muscle lying on top of me, but I struggled to free myself; I had never slammed meth before. Hell, I only smoke it once or twice a month. When Brad returned I had decided I shouldn’t fight him. Im a pretty big guy but I was out numbered. Slamming cant be too different from smoking can it? End of Part 1 Part 2 It can and it was. I refused to watch them inject me, I was so angry to be treated this way for now reason other than bad timing, but all that faded away when the tourniquet was pulled from my arm. I felt a rush of warmth throughout my body, I was suddenly very aware of my fuck hole and how clothed I was. As my body relaxed I could here laughter. The men had stood up leaving me to lay on the bed writhing in desire. I tried to fight it; I didn’t want to be their fuck toy for the night, but my body needed cock. Brad was the last to take his slam. I couldn’t hold it in any longer and before he could finish I just blurted out, “Please fuck me! I’ll suck your cock, lick your boots and worship you, just please don’t let me leave this room without your loads in me”. I was staring at these men- no, they weren’t men anymore, they were gods and I knew I’d do anything to please them. One by one they dropped their pants. At that point I didn’t care how hung they were, but I was thrilled to see that my new masters, already all hard as diamonds, were probably going to wreck my hole with their tools. There’s nothing I love more than big, cut, white cock. I was salivating at the sight of Brad’s fuck stick which pointed straight forward, no curvature (not unlike chris’) about 9 in from his hard torso. Bud and Travis both looked about 8 in, but it was Bud’s huge low hanging balls that brought a smile to my face. Before I knew what happened I realized they had stripped me and laid me across the bed with my head hanging off just a bit. To my delight, Brad stepped up and quickly put his cock in my mouth. He went a few inches in and started to pull out and a twinge of sadness hit me; this poor man has this beautiful meat swinging between his legs and hes so used to females being so bad at oral that his natural instinct is to hold back. Well if ever there was a position made for deep throating a cock, it’s the one I was in so when I felt him pulling out I wrapped my arms around his legs and brought him back while also bringing my off the bed a bit to show him that im not an amateur. His surprised confusion turned into pleasure as the head of his cock pushed past the back of my throat, “Holy shit y’all, look at this shit. Ive never seen my cock go so far down someones throat!” I held him there with my nose in his musky taint, massaging his cock with my throat muscles for a little while just appreciating the moans of pleasure emanating from above me, “fuck! This feels just like a tight pussy!” he exclaimed. Bud decided he wanted to try out my “pussy throat” so he and brad started taking turns with it. Travis knew a good deep throat bj would be nice but he knew exactly what he was after. Travis is what you’d call an ass man. He loves watching a tight asshole reluctantly open up around his fat white cock, a sight hes been deprived of for several weeks now since his wife left him. I felt the weight on the bed shifting and I knew he was coming up to inspect my hole. Chris sucked his finger leaving a good amount of spit on it. He looked up at his fucktoy being used by his friends, sure that with a throat so loose he cant expect his fucktoy to keep his hole tight but when he brought his finger to his sluts fuck hole he found that pushing past the outer ring was a bit harder than he expected. He grinned. The best part about anal to travis is the pain his big dick causes as he forces it in. In the past he would have to drown his cock in lube, but for this new chem pig he decided rubbing a little bit of spit on his meat would suffice. He wondered if he’d make his pig bite down on his friends cock. I presented my hole for travis and felt him explore my pussy with his finger. I started wondering if he was just gonna tease me or—I couldn’t even finish my thought due to a mixture of blinding pain and indescribable pleasure. My mouth widened in shock which allowed more of Brads cock to enter. I’ve never felt a cock move so roughly in and out of my hole and if I was sober I probably would’ve hated it, but since I was still riding the wave of my first ever slam, the pain added to the pleasure. I could hear travis enjoying my tight hole, calling me a cock hungry chem pig, I loved it. I was just a warm wet hole for these real men to fuck. I gave Travis a squeeze with my hole which sent him over the edge. He slammed his cock deep into my body, I could feel his cock pulsing, shooting streams of his straight cum deep inside my pussy. Bud finished in my mouth as Brad made his way to my hole. “fuck Travis your cums leakin out of him like crazy, how long have you been holding that shit in?” Brad asked, “ almost two fuckin weeks! Its too bad this pig doesn’t live around here or id use that pussy everyday” Travis said as he found a chair to sit on while he waits for Brad to give this chemwhore a load. Brad flipped his fuck hole over so it was on its stomach and mounted him using Travis’ cum to slide his monster deep into the warm wet hole. Once he was in he started slamming his cock in which brought yelps of pain from his fucktoy. He could feel himself bottoming out, prompting him to slam his hips harder into the pigs round hairy cheeks. He was surprised how much he enjoyed fucking another man. Something about the hair surrounding his cock as he pistons his cock in and out, the sensation of having their balls collide with each thrust, and the complete disregard for how much pain he might be feeling kinda made Brad think that he could do this again. With the drugs wearing off, Brads deep long strokes were causing more pain than pleasure but I was still hungry for loads in my pussy so I squeezed down and started fucking back. Not long after that Brad clenched my ass and planted his hot seed inside me. I smiled as I felt his load fill me up. I laid on the bed in ecstasy as they got dressed and left. Before leaving Brad spun around and tossed the sack of meth at me and I could faintly hear him ask Travis, “So who’s sack was that anyway?” followed by laughter. I never told Chris about the encounter, he wouldn’t believe me anyway. Sometimes I’ll feel really ashamed for being such a slut for tina, But then I think of Brad’s 9 inches and im reminded that I’m just a slut for big cock and I can definitely live with that.

If this little story is indeed true, my little crystal ball tells me a friendship may be soon ending. To the original poster: this is actually a sad situation on so many levels - the deceit, the lying, the sneaking around. If the "straight" brother does somehow have feelings for you, chances are he won't ever be faithful to you, which is something you said you value. You want to know how I know that? Because 1) he knows you know about the girlfriend and were still willing to have sex with him and 2) you've demonstrated that all you need is an opportunity (i.e. going to grab a movie) and you will fuck somebody as long as you think you won't get caught. You don't say how old you are, but if you are really young (<25), I can sort of understand how you might have gotten yourself into this mess, but if you are any older than that, I'm looking at you sideways because you are willing to sacrifice a deep friendship and potentially cause conflict between two brothers just to have sex. I'll end with this: if you are doing something that you don't want others to know about, or are going to great lengths to conceal it, then you probably shouldn't be doing it.

The first time I got fucked when I was a kid was bareback. I loved it. Not just the feel of the skin of his hard warm cock pumping in my ass, but the sound of him grunting as he came in me and the wet sound as he continued to fuck after he loaded my ass. I remember the feel of his cum dripping out of my hole and on my balls. Thats how I learned what it means to get fucked. When guys have tried to fuck me wearing a condom on their cock it has been awful. Its nothing like I expected or wanted. A cock with a condom on it is nothing more than a plastic dildo.

As Skinhead left, I noticed that there was bunch of men all standing at the open doorway. I assume they must have heard the action in our stall. Will and Stefan were standing at the back of the guys. Both had an expression of lust on their faces but Stefan especially looked like he was so proud of Artur. Will later told me that there were peep holes in the stall walls. He, Artur and several men had watched as Skinhead bred us both. Will said Skinhead was a local and had an infamous reputation. I didn't know what Will meant by infamous and he wouldn't elaborate when I asked. It wasn't comfortable lying with my back on top of Artur's front so I started to get off. Before I had a chance to do so, the guys at the doorway walked in to the stall. One guy aged around 30 already had his cock out and it was rock solid. His cock was about six inches long but fairly fat. He was cut which was not common here in Amsterdam it seemed. He stood at the foot of the sling immediately in front of our two exposed asses which were now dripping with Skinhead's seed. He slid full length into me in one hard quick thrust and I knew he hadn't had time to rubber up. Fuck, it felt so good! I moaned in disappointment as he pulled his cock out of me but in the next second he rammed it back in, balls deep. As he hammered my ass, I remember thinking I was so born to take the raw cock and seed from any and every man who wanted me and I would never stop doing so. I was shocked and at the same time turned on by this realisation. Not for the first time, I wondered what Will had turned me into. After maybe two minutes, the guy pulled his cock completely out my ass, not having shot. Artur then started groaning and it was clear the cock was now entering his ass. The guy bent over and kissed me in a dirty raunchy manner as he was breeding Artur's ass. I heard shouts from the guys encouraging him to shoot into the “darker guy's ass” and “breed him”. The same voices then spoke in Dutch and German, presumably repeating the same request. It took me a few seconds before I realised that it was Will and Stefan's voices. Whether it was their encouragement or not to breed Artur, the guy's fucking got harder and faster and all of a sudden he screamed into my face “.......I am shooting my seed into your boyfriend and breeding him up...”. (Little did he know, that Artur was not my boyfriend.) He wasn't finished yet though and proceeded to hammer Artur's ass for maybe another five minutes or so before he pulled out, turned around and walked out. Not one word of thanks or 'that was good guys'. I could see another guy was moving in to have a go but I knew I had to get up. I was uncomfortable so it must have been so bad for poor Artur underneath me. As I got onto my feet the guy didn't waste any time before he was balls deep in Artur. I looked around to see his cock pull out and he was also raw. The guy was maybe 45 and had about a seven incher. Another guy moved to the head of the sling and pushed his cock into Artur's face. His cock was about seven inches but had a bend in it facing left. It was such a turn on to see Artur sucking on one cock whilst another one was breeding his ass. So many men came into the stall there wasn't much room to move around. Eventually, the guy started making fast breathing sounds and had a look of ecstasy on his face, almost an agony sort of look, and it was clear that Artur was getting another load of seed. When he pulled out, yet another guy moved between Artur's legs. He started to pull a condom onto what looked like an eight inch cock. A hand stopped him and when I looked up it was Stefan who told the guy “no condom”. Stefan told the guy that that Artur was his boyfriend and it was raw or nothing. The guy was clearly conflicted. He came to a decision and said “OK, your choice”. With that he pushed his raw cock into Artur. Whether it was the fact he was raw or not I don't know but he lasted only about 30 seconds before shooting his load balls deep in to Artur's ass. He quickly pulled out looking like he regretted going raw and he left the stall just as quick as he had shot. Seed was dripping out of Artur and pooling on the floor. I bent over and as I was licking up the seed from the floor, some guy pushed his cock into my ass. I wont bore you guys with the same details as essentially for the next 45 or 50 minutes guys after guy bred Artur and I. We were exhausted by the time Will and Stefan broke it up and took us upstairs for a drink and rest. I could feel the seed leaking from my ass and knew the wet patch on my pants would be bigger than before. As we stood drinking I noticed a good number of men nod and wink at each other whilst saying something to each other about Artur and I.

Just got home from a very fun and interesting night in Northwest DC. I have been talking to a few black guys off squirt (forgot about that site until I received email notification of messages in my account inbox). I by chance bumped into one of them last night at Cobalt. The guy is smoking hot, 20 year old hung about 8" thick University of Maryland student. I was drunk off my ass (guess 4 jager bombs, a bahama mamma, and three long islands will do that) when I boldly approached him and grabbed his crotch. Next thing I know I'm on my knees in a bathroom stall sucking his dick, after my friend I was with urged me to hookup with this guy. I was moaning very loudly, luckily the music was exceptionally loud last night lol. I easily deep throated his delicious dick, and after a few minutes he grabbed my head with both hands and started fucking my face. I for some reason started fingering him, which eventually led to him making me rim him. OMG what a great tasting ass! I was jacking off, and precumming like crazy when, after a few minutes, he made me face the wall over the toilet, pulled down my pants, and started rimming me. This went on for I think 5 minutes before he shoved poppers under my nose (I could tell they were Jungle Juice), which always makes my ass open up real good. Without warning he stands up, grabs my hips, and slides in balls deep ... no talk of status or condoms. He was not gentle, smashing my ass while holding a hand over my mouth. His first load came about 10 minutes into fucking ... damn he flooded my hole good! I wanted to stop after that, but he pinned me down, started fucking even more rough, and said, "I'll let you know when you can leave." Mmm that turned me on even more, he felt my ass open up more, and then said, "Yeah, knew you were a slut for big black dick. I'm gonna claim this yellow ass, bitch. You're gonna let me fuck you whenever, wherever I say." Haha I seem to pick out the best tops. In total he flooded my hole 5 times, and my ass was leaking cum. After the 5th load, he rimmed my ass and then made out with me, sharing some of his loads with me. That pushed me over the edge and I blew a huge load all over the bathroom floor. Haha didn't bother cleaning it up. I'll definitely be spending a lot of quality time at College Park this fall. Oh, and in his profile he has under 'Safer Sex: Always'. xD

No good deed goes unpunished. It was a rough fuckin' night. The streets were being pounded with thick sheets of rain and I'd managed to get soaked through running to cover under the bus stop shelter. It was empty but for a smartly-dressed middle aged guy. As most people do, he initially avoided my eyes when I entered the shelter, so I took a seat on the hard steel bar and looked out at the rain. It didn't look good for me. While the rain might stop, there would likely be a biting chill, and that could spell real trouble for a guy walking the streets soaked with rain. I must have looked as bleak as I felt because the man seated at the other end of the bench looked-up at me and asked "You okay?" I was surprised, and aroused when I met his eyes. He had a square face with large grey eyes spaced perfectly under thick black brows. He had black and grey stubble that I immediately imagined scratching my asshole while he tongued me. My cock was starting to thicken, but I kept my face neutral, approachable even. I smiled at him and replied "I'm good. A little wet, maybe, but what can you do?" "You got anywhere to sleep this evening?" My options were limited. The guy I stayed with on nights like this was out of town. We had a gentleman's agreement for bad nights like this: I'd clear my ass out and take as many loads as he wanted to throw into me. Sadly though, business called and he'd fucked off for a few days. I missed him a little when he left. I'd only fucked pussy before he pozzed me, but it was ruined for me now. Sex for me was dumping my toxic swimmers into a hairy, healthy hole. Unless he was charging me up with his poison wad, that is. There was one other guy I stayed with from time to time. I stayed away whenever I had the choice. True, I got to fuck his hole in exchange for a bed, but the guy was pure fem and always made me wear a condom. He'd made it clear after one 'mishap' that if I ever stealthed him I'd never get the bed again. Or his hole. But who gave a shit? "Looks like this is my hotel for the evening." I said, laughing as I gestured to the filthy shelter around us. "What about the shelter on Park street?" The homeless shelter which had kicked me out after they'd found out who was deliberately spreading the gift around. Not that they had to look around for long. I don't look very healthy, you see. Meds for me were something I wouldn't take even if I could. I got a sick joy from loading up some poor hole with my gift. My gift that could change the recipient's life forever. "Too late in the night. They closed the doors a few hours ago." We sat in awkward silence for a few minutes while he thought something through and I discretely tried to see the shape of cock through his trousers. I could only see the curve of a fat head. "You can't sleep here. You just can't." I moulded my face into an expression of surprise, careful not to let the grin inside show on my face. At least I wouldn't have to call on the fem. The bus ride was quiet enough. And brief. Within twenty minutes we were at the door of an apartment building by which I had often passed. It was one of the nicer spots in the city - all fresh paint and polished windows. Bill, (as he identified himself on the bus ride), the Samaritan, entered a code on the box outside the door and we took an elevator up three floors and walked to the door to his home. As we entered the apartment I was taken aback. The space inside was huge and open plan, the type of apartment I'd thought only existed in TV sitcoms. Before either of us said a word, a loud beeping came from Bill's coat. He pulled an electronic pager from his pocket, glanced at the screen and swore, saying "Fuck. Fuck. Listen, I'll have to go." My heart sank. No way would he let me stay here unsupervised. "Is it bad?" I asked. He shrugged. "They don't call me on my nights off when it's not." "So you're a doctor?" He nodded, distracted before calling out, "Graham!" A young man appeared from a doorway. He was young, maybe 18 or 19. He had the same dark brows as his father but he wore his own black hair longer, shaggy and unkempt. He also had stubble on his face that he looked to be growing into a beard. "Yeah, Dad?" he asked, pausing to look at me, the soaked, skinny and clearly not healthy homeless guy who stood shivering next to his Father. "Graham, this is Don. He'll be staying in the guest room tonight. Show him to the shower and fix him a meal, will you?" The boy looked very confused but nodded. Bill nodded towards another room and they both left to talk in private. Clearly the doctor wasn't happy about leaving me here with his son but it didn't look like he'd let that reverse his act of kindness. I've been told that I give off a good, friendly vibe. It's something I've cultivated over the years. When Bill left, Graham and I stood facing each other in silence. Then, he shyly showed me to the bathroom. It was as nice as the rest of the place, white tiles and soft towels hanging from racks. I took a piss and hopped into the shower. My cock had been tucked into the waistband of my torn jeans and now bobbed in the air as I soaped myself and thought about the young piece of ass I'd been left alone with. The shower was an electric one, the kind that made a humming noise while it was on. I didn't switch it off, and after drying myself I sneaked out of the bathroom to get a better look around without Graham following me. I walked through the huge living room and caught the muffled sound. It was a very familiar sound to me. It was the sound of man-ass getting fucked. I crept closer to the noise and found the room, door slightly ajar. Just under the noise I heard the panting breaths of Graham as he tugged on his prick. I grinned to myself and took advantage. I swung the door inward. "Graham, could you tell me where...." Graham looked shocked. He jumped up from his seat and snapped the laptop shut. The wet sound of fucking carried on for a moment before shutting off. He struggled to find something to say while he zipped up his pants. I stepped close and took his hand, pushing it back down and reopening the zipper. Inside, I saw no underwear but a generous bush of thick hair that made my cock strain against my jeans. "What are you...?" I reached in and grabbed his shaft. It was thick. Not so long but thick and mapped with veins. I felt his heartbeat through the contact and before he could say anything I started to jack him. "Open your laptop" I snapped, and somewhat surprisingly he did. After a second or so the video resumed. The boy was into older men, it seemed, which suited me fine. I had about 20 years on him. Bareback porn too, I noticed. How appropriate. "You ever suck cock?" I asked. He shook his head. I smiled. "Time for a lesson." I grabbed his shoulders and pushed him down. While he stared at my crotch I unzipped and pushed my raging, thick nine-incher to his lips. He let it rest there before looking up at me. He was obviously taking in my face, slightly drawn from the lack of meds over the years and the cold, hungry look in my eyes. "I don't...I mean, I don't even know you." "You don't need to," I said before pushing my cock harder against his lips. He opened his mouth and gave it an experimental lick. I took the opportunity to ram my shaft deep into his gullet. He immediately started to gag hard on the meat. The spasming muscles of his throat worked my meat for a moment before I pulled out, afraid he'd vomit. His face was tear-streaked from his gagging, so I lifted him up and told him to strip me. He was uncertain. "Look", I said. "You're gay." He winced at that, which interested me. "You're gay and you've never had cock. I'm here to change that for you but if you really don't want to play with another dick instead of looking it all up online, we could pretend this didn't happen." He leaned in to kiss me then, but my hand was on his chest, pushing him back, saying "You know exactly where those lips should go." He nodded and got again to his knees. As I pumped into his mouth he was battling against his gag reflex. Spit flowed from his mouth and warmed my swollen balls. I sighed in pleasure. This was not exactly how I thought the night was gonna go, but young ass has always been my favourite kind of ass to infect. "C'mon, deeper." I was testing to see how far he'd push himself to please me. He pushed himself down on my cock. His eyes were wide and bugging with the effort of fighting back the gagging. I pulled out and smiled at my slick, stiff dick, bouncing in the air and trailing saliva from the tip. Wordless, I led him to the bed and fell on my back, legs raised. He looked at my hole with desire, opened a drawer and took out a tube of hand cream. He squeezed some onto his cock. I laughed and asked "The fuck's that for?" He flushed and stammered that the thought I was asking him to fuck me. Again I laughed explaining "Boys like you don't fuck hole, they eat it. Get your face in there." He hesitantly walked over and got to his knees. "I don't think...." I cut him off. "If you watched gay porn. You've seen ass-eating, right?" The edge of impatience in my voice made him swallow his protests. He looked at my asshole with uncertainty before moving so close I could feel his breath against it. I felt the tip of his tongue touch my pink. I grabbed him by the hair and forced his face between the cheeks of my hairy ass. "Lick it!" He did. He licked around my hole while his stubble scratched my skin and sent jolts of pleasure to my painfully hard dick. "Get your fucking tongue in there." He made a noise of disgust but he did it. His tongue speared my opening, pushing it in as deep as he could. I could hear the wet sounds of him jacking his shaft. He worked my hole for a while, long past when he started to complain about a sore jaw and numb tongue. My selective hearing didn't pick it up at the time and he obviously didn't want to hear me speak to him with that mean edge again. I lifted his head from my ass and speared it again on my dick for a few more moments of throat massage. I got up then, still with my cock engulfed before pulling it out and hurling him onto the bed. Behind us, the screen of his laptop showed a fist disappear into the hole of a bottom who roared with the pleasure. Oh, I had much to teach this kid. He lay where I'd thrown him, not daring to move. He looked-up at me, a worried expression on his face. I confirmed his fears (and excitement) when I announced "Yes, I'm going to fuck you, and yes, you're going to let me. You want this cock?" He looked at my dick with a mix of desire and naked fear. He nodded. "Great. On your back, like I was." For his own sake, the hand cream really should have been swapped out for lube. There was some friction between the cream and my hand when I gave myself a few tugs. I decided to be generous and stretch him out a little before I slid my prick home. I covered a few fingers in hand cream and slid them in. It was a tight squeeze, and he winced but I'd imagined he'd be tighter. When my fingers came out clean, I smiled at him. "What did you have up your ass today?" He blushed, and his shame was fucking hot to see. He nodded to a corner of the room where he'd left a butt plug and a douche. They stood on a shelf in his closet. "I really didn't have to bother with these then, did I?" I said, showing him my fingers. "Now, look at me." He looked up into my eyes, his own full of arousal and still that fear. I pushed the head against his opening and worked it through until I felt it pass the sphincter. His moan was mainly that of pain, albeit pain mixed with pleasure and surprise. "Wait! Do you have a rubber on you?" I looked down at him. "Hell, no. Don't be so fuckin' stupid, kid. Of course not!" With that I sunk the remainder of my cock into his ass. It felt like my cock was being strangled by the tightness of his insides. Graham had his eyes closed in concentration, willing himself to take the pain that would hopefully turn into pleasure any time now. When I was fully embedded, I held myself for a moment and took the scene in. The hot young man under me was trying to look unaffected by the pain, but if my dick was sore you can bet his hole was in worse shape. I thrust, though and he closed his eyes and gasped in unmistakable pleasure. It was a gentle, experimental thrust to gauge his limits. He took it well. I pulled my cock out until only the head was inside. I thrust back, hard. This elicited a loud yelp from Graham but I scarcely heard him. I tore my dick loose and rammed it home again. When I fuck, I fuck to cum (obviously), and what makes me come was stabbing at an asshole like a fuckin' maniac until I'm ready to spill my gift into those lucky guts. Graham's yelp had turn into one long moan that lilted with every thrust of my hips. The boy was a natural whore. I looked around the room as I fucked, and saw a picture on a shelf of Graham, wearing a graduation cap and gown, standing between two men. The man beaming on Graham's left was his father, Bill. To the right was a broadly smiling, sandy-haired stranger. "Your Dad's pretty fuckin' hot, isn't he?" Graham said nothing, just kept moaning. "Did you wonder what his hole tasted like when you were eating mine?" He looked up now, confused. "That your teacher in the picture with you? Bet you wanted his load too, you fuckin' slut." "That's...aaah! That's my Dad's ex-boyfriend." My cock went wild at the words. I lowered myself until my face was an inch from his. I was covered in sweat from breaking in the virgin hole. "Your Dad likes cock? Is that what you're telling me?" He nodded, barely able to concentrate on my words. "You think he'd like mine?" Graham squirmed. "I...don't...." "Forget it. Final question: I'm HIV positive and I'm about to cum. You want us to stop fucking?" He made a weird high sound but shook his head "Don't stop", he breathed, adding "Don't fucking stop." "Your call, kid," I commented with the grin of a shark. With a roar I punched my cock into him as hard as I could time after time until I felt my balls draw up and my hot cum fly out and burn a poisonous trail up into his innards. He whimpered as he reached down to pound his own load out. I made sure to keep my dick inside him. I wanted that poz load to stay inside for as long as I could. When I got soft I'd use the plug to keep it where it belonged. "Pretty good for your first time, kid." I said, still deep inside his ass. Graham was a sweating mess, and the lazy smile he threw me froze on his face as his mind registered what he allowed me to do to him. I inserted the butt plug into him and led him into the living room area. He fucked off to make me food, wordlessly and obviously in shock after what had happened. While I waited for dinner, my eyes wandered to a photo on a bookshelf, this time one with only two people. Bill and Graham smiling at the fountain in Rome. "Graham!" I called. "Uh, y-yes" he answered from the kitchen. "Your Dad like to take it up his hole?" "I don't...uh...." "Never mind, just get my fuckin' food. I'll find out for myself." I said the last part low, and decided to have a load ready for when Daddy got back. If I had my way (and I usually did) Dr. Bill would have an ass full of my virus before I left this place. He and his son would have a whole lot more in common, and with my help, he'd find a new fuck-buddy a lot closer to home than he could know.

Part 1 I knew as soon as I felt his load, the first load I had ever take, being unloaded deep inside my gut that I needed more and that my days as a total top were over. I had come to the baths, an arrogant twenty for year old, with a well built body for which I had worked hard, short cropped dark brown hair, a rather pail completion that contrasted sharply with my dark body hair and the attitude of a no-nonsense seasoned breeder. By no means was this was not my first trip to the baths. I frequently donned a skimpy towel and went in quest of a bottom to pound when the urge to empty by balls in a slut’s hole overwhelmed me. Ever sense I had come out when I was fourteen told me I was a top, and that it was my duty to dump my load into every boy with whom I played, from my first boyfriend till that night. It probably helped that I loved to see my thick seven and a half inch member disappear inside a boy’s hole, his ass lips clinging to my shaft. That night began like any of my other trips to the baths. I purchased a locker, stripped off, slung a towel around my trim waist making sure it was low enough to show off my ample pubes and then, with my key around my wrist, headed off in search of a bottom to breed. I made my way to the sling room, the easiest place to find an open hole searching for some cock, my cock stiffening as I walked listening to the groans of men all around me and breathing in the smell of sex that lingered in the air. The sling room was dimly lit, just well enough to make out where guys were but not well enough to really make out distinct faces. I dropped my towel off in a corner by the door and proceeded, my erect cock standing out in front of me, naked through the room. Multiple slings hung from the ceiling, and were arranged in a circle so that the bottom’s asses all faced out towards the walls and the bottoms could watch themselves being bred in the mirrored ceiling. After cruising past several of the bottoms I alighted upon a blonde boy about my age with his legs in the air and the slightly vacuous expression of someone who had just been fucked more then he thought possible. I walked up between his legs and started rubbing my cock head against his well fucked, dripping hole. “How many loads you have in your hole, guy?” I asked. “I lost count,” the blonde replied vaguely, suggesting "but add yours to the mix. Give me you cock man. I need you inside of me.” I didn’t need any more encouragement then that. I pressed my cock against his hole and easily slid inside. This boy was so loose and full of cum that I didn’t bother starting out slow letting him get used to my cock, but rather started pounding him as hard as I could grabbing hold of the chains that suspended the sling from the ceiling to pull him back and pound him harder. With each deep penetrating thrust the blonde let out a little whimper and would occasionally continue begging me for my load and my cock. Sweat began to run down my back as I hammered away. Just then I felt a presence behind me and then promptly two hands appeared on my hips guiding me how to plow the boy. Then a man pressed his body against my back, and leaning around me, looked at the bottom and asked “How ya doing kid? Feelin' good?” “Hell yeah,” was the bottom’s response.

I felt groggy as I woke up. My mouth was thick with the tell tale feeling of having a large quantity of cotton wool stuffed in it that betrayed just how much I had drank the night before. I stretched, gingerly, not wanting to move too quickly for fear of discovering a headache to go with my cottonmouth. My head, however, felt clear as I rolled onto my side and very slowly swung my legs off the side of my bed. I sat there for a moment before I realized that I was completely naked, not all altogether alien experience, but rather another sign of how intoxicated I had been; I often strip off to go to bed when drunk. As I sat up I suddenly became aware of how much I had to piss and quickly padded across the cold wooden floor of my studio apartment to the bathroom. Letting a powerful jet of piss out into the open toilet bowl I felt my ass clench slightly and became aware that my hole felt a tender and rather slick. Finishing up my piss I ran a finger up my crack, feeling my puffy wet hole. I looked at my finger, shiny with whatever was wetting my ass, for a long moment before turning around and bending over to look at my hole in the mirror. Winking back from between my spread ass cheeks was my hole, puffy, and pink, not quite closed, and shiny with what I thought might be lube but I suspected was something else. I ran my finger along my crack again, this time dipping into my tender hole, when I brought it round I was confronted with evidence of what I had already suspected to be true. It was not lube leaking from my clearly well fucked hole but cum. My heart thudded in my chest. I had no recollection of getting home last night, let alone of getting fucked. Jesus, I thought nervously, what have I done? Not only had I had sex but clearly unprotected sex and I had let the guy cum in me, what had I been thinking? I walked back to my bed and grabbed my phone from where it had been charging on the nightstand hoping to find some evidence of what I had done. There were several texts from the two friends I had gone out with starting around just after midnight asking where I had disappeared to; the most recent being just a few minutes ago, must have been what had woken me up. I sent back a quick response saying that I was home, and apologized for giving them a fright. The next message on my phone was from a contact I didn’t remember having, one simply named “SIR”. The message was short and succinct: Check out the link and then let me know when you’re ready for more. I clicked the link and it took me to a private video server. Sitting down on my bed I pressed play and watched as the video began. It faded in on a guy’s ass, his beefy hairy cheek hammering back and forth as he clearly pounded someone. The camera moved under the guy, between his legs to show a fat raw cock pounding into an unknown ass. The bottom was moaning in pleasure with each thrust, something about the bottom’s voice seemed familiar even through the tiny phone speakers. I stopped the video and grabbed my laptop from under the bed. Hurriedly transpiercing the url to my browser I pulled up the video again. There was definitely something that I recognized in the bottom’s groans. My cock was starting to get hard watching this fat cock pound this boy’s hole, his ass lips clinging to the hard shaft each time the top pulled out. Eventually the camera moved again, pulling back between the top’s legs and then panning up his broad muscular back to look over his shoulder. My jaw dropped, there laying flay out, legs in the air, eyes closed in ecstasy, being fucked by a raw cock, was me. I took in my pale skin, dark hair, strong chest, tight stomach, pink nipples. I saw my chest heave with racked breath as the top mercilessly plowed my hole. Though my head was reeling and my heart pounding my cock was growing still harder as I watched myself get fucked. I had no memory of this, yet there was no denying it was me there getting fucked bareback. I felt like I should be sickened by what I was seeing but I found myself becoming more and more turned on as I watched. The top fucking me seemed to be getting close as he started fucking me even harder. He grunted as he hammered his cock into my clearly willing ass. The camera panned down to show him slamming into me balls deep with every thrust. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum,” a gravely voice that I can only assume belonged to the top said, “I’m gonna breed your sweet fucking cunt boy.” “Yes,” said my voice, the unmistakable glee sending a shiver up my spine, “breed my hole!” The man growled and pressed his cock as far as he could into my hole, clearly shooting his load deep into me. Watching myself get bred I couldn’t help but reach between my legs and feel my still wet hole… Slowly the man pulled out from my now cum filled hole. I looked at the time bar, the video wasn’t even a quarter of the way over. The camera zoomed in as the head of the man’s cock popped out of my hole, a small glob of cum bubbling out after it. For a moment my hole was left gaping and empty, then a new voice, not the top who had just fucked me called, “Who’s next?” Another cock, the body it belonged to cut out of the frame stepped up and slid effortlessly into my hole, The camera shifted again showing my body stretched out on the bed, my mouth now occupied by the cock that just been inside my ass. I watched in aroused horror, my cock throbbing, as time and time again my ass was seeded by random cocks. The video never showed their faces though, it showed plenty of mine, making sure to zoon in on my face whenever I begged a top for his load. I noticed that my eyes, though wide and alert looked a little blood shot and slightly unfocused. The video was almost an hour long and featured fourteen different tops, all of whom fucked and bred my ass. No wonder my hole was tender. The last shot of the video was a slow zoom in on my wrecked hole after the last top had shot his load deep inside of me. I stared in amazement at my loose and gaping hole. That sort of thing had never turned me on before but seeing my on hole wrecked like that, dripping with cum, was different, it made me feel hungry. I wanted my hole to look like that more, I wanted to have my ass plowed and dripping with cum. The video faded to black, and then a message appeared on the screen, “You know you want more bitch,” followed by the phone number now listed in my contacts as SIR. For a long moment I sat, one hand holding my phone, and the other with three fingers lodged in my cummy hole. I wasn’t entirely sure when during the film I had thrust three fingers inside of myself and started riding them desperately but even now that the movie was over I was reluctant to remove them. Rocking back on my fingers again, feeling them push against my ass ring I knew what I had to do. I unlocked my phone, opened SIR’s text and sent him a message: I’m ready now. The response was almost instantaneous as if SIR had been waiting with his phone in his hand. That was fast boy. You ready to take more cock? Yes, I responded. Right now? Yes, I hesitated before adding the next part but then hurriedly hit send, I need it. Good boy. Come and get it. He texted me an address just a few blocks away in the northern part of Hell’s Kitchen, and added, Don’t bother showering or putting on underwear. You have ten minutes to get here. My heart was pounding, a little voice in the back of my head told me I was crazy, but I wasn’t thinking with my head. I grabbed a t-shirt from the floor and a pair of gym shorts, slipped into some shoes and, leaving everything but my keys and phone behind rushed out of the door. I practically ran the nine blocks to his apartment, making it there in just over six minutes. I texted saying I was there and the door buzzed. Once inside I received an apartment number with the instruction to hurry. He lived on the fifth floor of an old walk up, and having taken the stairs two at a time the whole way up I was more then a little winded when I knocked on his door. It quickly opened and a tall olive skinned man in an old yellowing jockstrap with a thick leather harness strapped to his chest opened the door. I gapped at this specimen on manliness in front of me. At five eleven I like to think of myself as tall but this man towered above me making him probably six five. Between the thick straps of his harness bulged powerful fur covered chest muscles that led to hard defined abs. His arms were thick, covered with coarse hair, and knotted all over with veins. The basket of his jock bulged with what could only be thick meaty cock and oversized cum laden balls, the whole mass of which thrust out boldly from his tree trunk like legs. He did not smile at me, his handsome face told of only one thing: lust. “I knew you were gonna be a good one last night when you were begging for loads before the first cock even breached your cunt,” he had a rough, deep, rumbling voice that seemed to echo from somewhere deep inside his cavernous ribcage. “Get that sweet cunt inside, and strip off, I’ve waited long enough for my chance at that hole.” That struck me as odd, was he not one of the men who had fucked me last night? I thought that even the cameraman had cum inside of me. I didn’t care though I stepped inside and before the door was even closed had kicked off my shoes, pulled my shirt off over my head and dropped my shorts to the ground. “Fuck you’re a hot little cum slut,” he said leading me into the living room where he sat down on the couch, legs spread wide. “Well, get between my legs and start wetting my cock boy. All the lube I’m gonna give you to get this monster up your cunt is spit and whatever cum is left in you from my friends last night.” Caution and logic were long gone, I was now completely in the grips of my own lust, and now I a safe sex enthusiast, fell to my knees desperate to get another bare cock up my ass. Pulling his musty jock aside I revealed a thick, flaccid cock resting on a pair of truly massive balls. I took his soft cock in my mouth, rolling his nuts around in my had as I rid so, marveling at their size. It didn’t take long for his cock to start hardening I my mouth, and I was quickly overwhelmed my the sheer length and girth of the thing. His broad flat mushroom head ballooned in my mouth, swelling till it stretched my cheeks. I did my best to slobber all over his shaft and head, trying to get it as wet as possible for my hole. Though I was enjoying guzzling down his gorgeous member, SIR had other plans and soon as he felt his cock was slicked with enough spit he knocked me back and stood up. He instructed me to get on all fours on the couch, resting my chest on the back of it. I clambered up and assumed the position he had instructed and waited with eager anticipation. SIR took his time coming up behind me, rubbing his blunt cock head up and down my ass crack a few times, before zeroing in on my still tender and slightly gaped pucker. I had expected him to push in roughly but instead he began a slow thrusting that alternately pressed against my sphincter and gave it time to relax. Very, very slowly my hole opened till suddenly his broad flay head pushed inside of me and stayed there. “Fuck that’s a nice hole. I may just have to keep it after I ruin it.” My brain had completely shut down, over loaded with the massive waves of pleasure that were crashing over my body and SIR began to delve deeper into my hole. It took a long time for him to finally fuck his whole cock into me, but when he finally bottomed out and I could feel his massive balls against mine I felt nothing but joy. “Tell me what you want boy,” he growled in my ear. “I want you to fuck me, SIR.” “What else?” “I want you to cum in me, to breed me!” “Good boy, that’s probably the first time you’ve ever said that sober isn’t it?” “Yes, SIR.” “I’m gonna knock you up and set you free boy.” I wasn’t entirely sure what he meant but I pressed my hips back against him as if trying to will more of his cock into my hole. He chuckled at that and began to slowly fuck me, pulling his cock almost entirely from my hole before sliding it back in to the hilt. I moaned like a whore, desperate for a real pounding. SIR knew what I needed though, and quickly began to pick up the pace and intensity of his thrusts until soon he was hammering away at my ass without mercy. I was practically screaming as his cock wrecked my hole, bruising my sphincter a little with each thrust. He hammered away like that for longer then I thought possible, till both of us were drenched in sweat and I lay pressed into the back of the couch limp. Suddenly he stopped and pulled out of my hole with a soft pop. “Get you your back, I wanna look in your eyes while I breed you.” I flipped onto my back and grabbed my legs spreading them wide showing SIR my now wide-open hole. Without hesitation he sunk back into me and resumed his breakneck pace. The sweat pored from his body, dripping onto me, I didn’t care thought, I could feel his pace starting to change and heard the shift in his breathing. SIR was getting close. He kept up his voracious pace for as long as he could before he suddenly growled deep in his chest like a bear and locked eyes with me as he slammed into my hole several times very roughly. He didn’t have to tell me he had cum, I knew, I could feel the warmth spreading in my ass. He flopped forward, his cock still lodged inside of me, his hairy sweaty chest now pressed to mine. “Fuck,” he said at length, “I knew your cunt would be worth it. I’m totally keeping you as my new cum dump.” He smiled at me, “See I told you last night, take all those loads and you’d be ready for mine.” “You did?” I said panting. “Oh that’s right you won’t remember sense we slipped you those drugs.” His smile became a wicked smirk. “But I told you last night, you take my buddies NEG loads up your cunt and by tonight, well you came around faster than I anticipated, you’d be begging for my POZ cock up your loose cunt.” Holy shit! I thought, I hadn’t even asked him or thought about… Jesus. I had just taken what had to be a massive POZ load in my ass. It only took me a millisecond longer to realize I didn’t care. I had just been fucked like I never had before. Clearly I had loved last night as well. If taking POZ loads meant that I was going to get fucked like this more then that was fine by me. “How do you feel now that you’ve had it boy?” He asked. I answered in the only way I could, honestly, “I want… I need more.”

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?

I love sex outdoors but until recently I didn't know of any places to cruise near my house. I was on Squirt one day when I found a cruising spot not 15 minutes from where I live. I figured I had nothing to lose so I slipped on a pair of shorts and a tee shirt and headed out. It was around noon and it was a sunny day. I found the place, a small park below a hill, but wasn't too optimistic as it looked to be a family spot. Then I saw the parking lot mentioned on Squirt: four cars were in the lot, one empty, and the other three were occupied by older guys. Again, I wasn't feeling too optimistic. Still I got out of my car and headed along an expanse of lawn. I had no idea where I was going so I headed for a nearby grove of trees. I didn't see anyone in the grove, in fact, there didn't seem to be anyone in it at all, but I noticed a position where I would have a good view of the parking lot, and I figured from that vantage point I could see if anyone was coming. Then I saw another grove of trees on the hill so I headed up there. It was a short walk and not steep at all. Once again, no one was there but me. I did find condom wrappers and a couple of used rubbers though so I knew this must be the spot from Squirt. I was heading back down when I saw a young Latin guy leaning on a tree in the grove bordering the lawn. He had a tight blue tee shirt on and jeans that even from a distance looked hot on him. He noticed me coming down so I turned around and went back up the hill. I leaned against a tree more at the bottom of the hill and soon he came up the trail. He looked to be about 20 and not too tall, probably 5'6" but very toned. He rubbed the front of his jeans as he walked by me. Jackpot! I watched him go to the top of the hill and pulled my cock out of my pants, stroking to get it hard. Once he was at the top of the hill he turned around and flashed me a huge dick. Even from a distance I knew I had to have it. He motioned for me to come to him. My shorts were loose so I had to hold them up to keep them from falling off as I approached him. His cock had to be a full 8" and very thick. We stroked each other for a bit then I stepped out of my shorts which had fallen to the ground, got on my knees and took him in my mouth. His cock was leaking an enormous amount of precum, so I licked it from his slit, enjoying the sweetness on my tongue. He put his hand on the back of my head and pushed me down on him. His cock pushed against the back of my throat as he face fucked me. I pulled his jeans down and cupped his tight ass as he pumped my face faster. I had to have him up my ass. I found a condom in my pocket and lubed my ass with the lube I had brought as he kept face fucking me. I looked up at him with his cock in my mouth and then took the condom out of its wrapper and slowly slid it over his monster cock. I turned around with my knees still on my shorts and felt him get behind me and slowly push his cock past my sphincter, delving slowly in to my gut. He was now fucking me faster, driving my hole to ecstasy. I told him I wanted to feel his cum on my hole. "Take the condom off and cum on my hole," I grunted. He pulled out, stripped-off the condom off as I had asked, and slid back in. 'What the fuck,' I thought, 'this guy is barebacking me'. He grunted and pumped faster, then pushed hard and I felt his cock throb against my hole. He wasn't cumming on my hole, he was cumming in my hole. I was so horned up I couldn't tell him to stop. He kept his cock buried deep in my hole as almost the last drop of cum pushed inside me. He pulled out and slapped my ass. He said something in Spanish, then slid a finger in to me. A cum covered finger was soon in my mouth. Eventually he helped me to my feet, even as his jeans were still around his knees. I saw jizz dripping from his cock so I dropped back down and cleaned him up, tasting his salty cum mixed with the taste of my ass. He pulled his pants up and headed back towards the bottom of the hill, leaving me half naked and cum filled. I was pleased I had found the place and was also pleased I hadn't yet cum, as I was hoping someone else would come along.

Pandora's Box Pure fiction! I was on my way home from work one Saturday night when I passed by my favorite book store, which by chance, I hadn't visited for quite some time. I was pleasantly surprised to see the parking lot was full, so I decided to take a look around. Entering the store, I knew I would need some one dollar bills to feet the video machines, so I approached the man seated on a stool behind the counter to break the twenty that was in my pocket. The clerk was stocky, had a big beer belly and, to my amazement, was naked from the waist down, and he had been stroking a nice, big, fat cock. It turns out he had been watching a bareback video of a group of men gangbanging a guy. "Private party tonight. We're closed." He looked me up and down his eyes settling on my crouch which was starting to bulge. I didn't look up as my gaze was focused on his cock. Something about his brazen behavior encouraged me to comment "Damn, I was really looking forward to sucking some cock tonight," adding "That's a hot video you're watching. Makes me wish I was getting fucked bareback by all those cocks." "You got any stds?" he asked. "Been tested?" "No, and yes, I'm clean" I replied. "Show me" he said. He could tell I was confused by his order, so he added "Take of your clothes and show me your cock and ass." Now I hesitated, not sure if he was joking. "You said you wished you we're getting gangbanged bareback so let me see if you look like the kind of fuck pig we like." I've only been fucked a few times and the thought of getting used by more than one guy had my cock straining to get loose. Although I'm over 60 I'm still in very good shape. I keep my ass, balls and cock shaved and I'm always being told how sexy I am. "I'm told I am very fuckable." I was wearing only a pair of gym shorts, a tee shirt and sneakers, so I slipped my shorts down and my seven inch cock was already sticking straight out. I am naturally smooth and have almost no hair from my neck to my crotch. The clerk definitely approved as his cock jumped to full attention. I bent over and spread my ass cheeks, giving him a view of my little brown fuck hole. No sooner had I done this than he spat in his palm and lubed-up my ass, massaging my hole with his index finger, probing deeply, and then offering me his finger to suck. "Lick bitch," he ordered as he stuck it in my mouth. I did as I was told. His finger, of course, smelled and tasted like my ass. I greedily sucked away. He apparently liked what I was offering 'cause he remarked "The fuck pig who was supposed to be here tonight didn't show so you get to take his place," adding "There are about 15 guys back the back now with more on the way." "Has everyone been tested for HIV?" I asked. "Positively" he replied. "We want to treat that negative cunt of yours properly," as he picked up a black felt marker and briefly wrote on my ass cheeks. "What are you writing?" I asked. "'Bareback fuck pig' and 'Cum here' with an arrow to your fuck hole. We want to make sure everyone knows you want your ass filled with spunk." "Now we need something nasty for your face". "How about", "clean your fuck stick here" with an arrow to your mouth? "Fuck stick AND ass cleaner". I suggested. "You are a nasty little faggot fuck pig aren't you". "I am" I replied. He used the market to write the message on my face. Well let's not keep them waiting. Leave your shorts and shirt here. You won't be needing them. Lose your shoes and socks as well". We went back past the video booths to the end of the hall and through a door into a large dimly lit room. There were 4 large screen tvs on the far wall providing the only illumination in the room. I was unable to see anything except the tvs. One was showing a compilation of asses oozing cum. Another was showing a gang bang scene, muscle tops barebacking a twink. The third was a compilation of ass to mouth action. The fourth screen was almost black but I could vaguely make out what looked like a short tall bench. "Fresh meat boys" my guide said. What the fuck am I doing I thought? I'm about to fuck God knows how many strangers bareback, suck strangers cocks and lick asses. I'd never fucked more than one cock at a time and I had no idea if my ass was up for the pounding it was going to get. Oh well, what the fuck, at least they had all been tested. I'd been very lucky as I always let anybody fuck me bareback. "Where'd you get him?" Someone asked. "Totally shaved just like we like them". "The dumb pig cum bucket just walked in". "Said anyone could fuck his negative cunt bareback as long as they were tested". "Wants to rim our asses to". "If they are clean" I added. "Oh we will make sure they are cleaned properly". "What about lube? I didn't bring any". "We got any of our special lube? "Yeah, it was a very busy day in the video booths. " Everyone laughed. "It's edible, smells and taste like cum. I've loaded it into this squirting dildo. What do you think?" He held a cock shaped dildo up to my face and pressed a plunger at the bottom. A clear liquid oozed from from the hole in the tip of the phalanx. It smelled like cum. I licked it and it tasted like cum. "Wow! Smells and tastes like the real thing". "Bend over Cumbag"."Time to lube your cum pit". I bent over and he placed the dildo at the opening of my joy hole. He depressed the plunger as he worked the dildo into my cock pit. He would push it in pull it out, squirt some more lube on the opening then push it in again until he finally had all 6 inches of the dildo in my fuck hole. "Fuck that feels good". "I think I'm ready for the real thing. " He pulled it out and stuck it in my mouth. It tasted like cum and shit hole. "Lick it clean pig". "Now face down on the fuck bench". There were rails along the side for my knees and with my knees up close to my chest it left my fuck hole fully exposed and open to be fucked. The bench was supported by a hydraulic piston on each end which allowed it to be raised or lowered to get either of my fuck holes to the right height. "Ready to get your ass bred?" I nodded. "Beg for it. " "Fuck my ass.""Pump it full of cum"."seed it deep with your spunk" No sooner had I spoken then a cock was rammed hard into my man cunt. "You like that cock in your faggot cum dump cunt" "Fuck yes, it feels so fucking good". "Fuck me hard and deep. Breed my fuck hole". "You like getting fucked by a strangers bareback?" "Yes use me like a piggy sissy boy cum bucket" He started hammering my hole hard and deep. "Beg for it cunt, beg to be fucked hard and deep". "Yes, fuck me hard and deep. Drain your balls". "I want all your cum deep inside my ass". "How did bareback a cum dump pussy boy like you keep from getting the bug?" "Only let hiv negative guys fuck me". I replied. I had to admit fucking strangers bareback with the very real possibility of getting pozed was a turn on. The danger just added to the thrill. " His thrusts were slowing down and he moved cock side to side and up and down as he ground his hard throbbing cock inside my fuckhole. "Well here's your first load of poz spunk you dumbass Cumbag ". A chant of "Poz the cunt"rose from the group of men surrounding us. My own cock was getting even harder. "Look at his cock" someone said. "It likes poz cum". The guy with his cock buried in my ass let out a deep guttural moan and I could feel his cock head swell as he released a huge load of his demon seed deep in my bowels. He kept his cock there until all his poz spunk had been drained in my fuck hole. To be continued.

I absolutely love being forced to gag on a cock until i'm drooling all over myself. Love to hang my head off the side of the bed and get my throat fucked deep until my face is a wet, sloppy mess hehe Anyone else enjoy this? Tops, how do you love using the throat of a submissive bottom?

Last night I had a message on one of the breeding sites I am on from a guy looking for a bottom for a quick fuck. I am not normally in this city, this time of night much anymore, so I jumped at it...I was so horny and wanting to get fucked bad. He had me come to a hotel in a part of town that is known for its drug dealers, prostitutes, and so on. Nervous as hell, but too horny to let that get the best of me, I knocked on the door I was told to. When the door opened this 6 foot tall, medium build, black man just stared at me for a moment and asked if I was his fuck. I answered yes. He didn't invite me in, but walked away from the door. I took that as an okay and stepped inside. He roughly told me to "close the damn door", which I did...getting more nervous by the second and ready to run out of there. There were two women laying on the bed, which made me more nervous (do I have an audience?). He set down on the edge of the bed and pulled his semi hard cock out...which was already bigger than mine when hard...and told me to suck him. My hunger took over and I got on my knees and just started sucking him. As he got harder, I was having more trouble getting him in my mouth. He put his hand behind my head and forced his cock more into my mouth until I gagged...he let off a little and do it again. Wasn't sure if I was going to be able to keep it together or not. Finally he pushed me off his cock abruptly and told me to drop my shorts and give him my ass. I did as I was told and bent over face the bed. I had forgot about the two women laying there. They both looked at me with a mix of amusement and disgust. I took a deep sniff of poppers as I felt the head press against my hole (I am really glad lubed before coming)...With the help of the poppers and lube...my ass began to stretch as he slowly, but mercilessly pushed his rock hard cock in my ass. It both hurt and felt incredible at the same time. Once all the way in, he started fucking me hard...one of the hardest fuckings I've had...I could help but moan from the mix of pleasure and pain I was feeling. He lasted much longer than I thought he would...finally he shoved his full length deep inside of me and I felt his hot seed explode into me...he let out a prolonged, but muted moan . The pulses from his cock subsided and he pulled out and directed me to clean him off. I sucked him for a couple of minutes, licking his cum and my ass from his cock. Then he told me to "get the fuck out" and said he will keep me in mind for another time. I left with his cum leaking down my leg...not knowing if I just got pozzed or not... and wanting much more of it!

First time writing. Let me know what you think. Any thoughts or critiques. Also if you wanna see something in the story let me know and I will see if I can work it in. ________________________________________________________________________________________ “Oh, yeah gonna shoot this poz load in that fucking sloppy hole.” So announced the latest top as his cock throbbed in my once tight hole and with his announcement I felt another load added to the flood of cum in my ass. He shuddered and dripped sweat onto my smooth chest. My eyes rolled back in my back and all I could do was moan in my popper haze. At this point I had been in the sling for about four hours, and had taken eight loads. During this entire period my Owner stood behind me, encouraging the men who penetrated my ass, feeding me poppers and steadying the sling. I felt so slutty and wondered about how I had come to this point in my life. The next top stepped up, furry as all hell and tatted up and made eye contact as he slid his raw cock into my abused hole. As he did so, I hoarsely moaned "Fuck, yes, more please.” ****2 weeks prior*** I had just graduated college and was home working at one of those job that we've all taken, simply to earn some money. I had just broken it off with my girlfriend since we lived too far away to bother with trying to keep a relationship going after college. I wasn’t really worried though I was always good at finding girls to fuck. I’m Italian-Sicilian, 6 ft , 185 pounds, and have the pale skin and black hair all over to prove it. In fact, I have a great manly dense coating of fur all over my well toned pecs, abs, and leg as well as super dense pit fur. I love to smell my pits after a workout and jack off while still wearing my boxers. Oh yeah. My cock is eight inches, uncut and thick, and it drools like a faucet when I get hard. I jerk off at least three times daily, just to remain sane. I was super horny coming home from a workout one night and was passing the adult bookstore in my town and thought I would stop in and pick up some porn as a jerk-off aid. I parked my car around the back so that people wouldn’t see it, and made my way in. Once in the store, I began looking at the various dvds for sale and drifted over to the toy section, where I saw a huge cabinet filled with different types of lube and bottle labeled as 'Aromas'. “Need help?” a deep voice asked. I turned around and less than a foot away stood the sales associate. He was about 6'2", 225 pounds, was apparently as hairy as was I, and had a scruffy, good looking face. His tight black shirt and jean showed that he was also thick with muscle. I felt some how small standing there in just my tank top and basket ball shorts. “Ummmmm, I was wondering what these little bottle are for?" ’ “Those are poppers, son. They make ya super horny and relaxed. Do you want some?” “Well I am always super horny but sure, I guess so.” He reached around and unlocked the case and handed me a bottle and quietly commented "Here try these. They're my favorite.” I went to reach in my shorts and he just shook his head and said he would cover me and suggested I try 'em in the back video area before I left. I was so horny I decided to take him up on his suggestion. My cock tented against the material of my jock as I made my into the video area at the rear of the store. It was dark back there as lit only by a couple red lights. There were two banks of booths, five on each side and a cluster of larger booths in the middle. Not liking to be constrained I made my way to one of the booths. Once in I feed a five dollar bill into the machine, I fished-out my cock. Of course it was hard and leaking from the earlier exchange as some straight porn booted up on screen. My mind returned to the sales guy and wondered why he had made me nervous and hard all at the same time. I put those thought out of my head as I unscrewed the bottle and tried my first hit of poppers. The smell turned me off at first but then the rush hit me. My hand paused on my cock as my face turned flush and my breathing increased. I felt my self getting even harder and sweat broke out on my skin. My mind focused only on my cock and the feelings of how horny I was. A moan escaped my lips and I closed my eyes as a large drop of precum slicked the head of my cock as I jerked myself. I am not sure how long that lasted but when I opened my eyes the guy from the sales floor was standing in the door to the booth. Fuck I had forgotten to slide the latch. “Seems like you enjoyed those. Why not take another hit? I'll help you out.” He was staring directly into my eyes and for some reason I nodded slightly. He moved towards me and lifted my hand holding the bottle to my nose and told me to inhale deeply. I am not sure why I followed his orders so readily but I did. He moved the bottle over to my other nostril and, in his deep, almost hypnotic voice, said “Again. boy.” I did so twice more. My head was swimming as his hands roamed down my body, pulled my cock out, and took me all the way down his warm mouth, occasionally licking around the head of my cock, cleaning up all my precum in the process. Then he roughly pulled my shorts, leaving my bare, jock clad ass pressed up against the wall. I was sweaty like a horse and the smell drifted up from my pits and mixed with the smell of the poppers and my cock got even hard from this guy sucking me off. I was starting to come down from the effects when the guy pressed the bottle back to my nose and sent me off again. I would barely think all that was on my mind was how horny I was and how I wanted to feel more. After several minutes of pleasuring my cock, the guy reached-up, and slid two fingers in my mouth. I supposed he wanted to keep my groans to a minimum, but he in fact only seemed to make me horny. His fingers tasted salty and I loved it. “Fuck you are hot. I wanna make you mine and mark you up. Let's see how that hole of yours is.” He encouraged me to take several more hits, and then gestured for me to turn around. He spread my furry ass and dove right in, licking at my hole. I had never had anyone do that before and it felt amazing. My back arched and I pushed back into his wet tongue, loving the sensation of having my hole eaten out, loving the sensation of his facial hair rubbing roughly against my ass as his soft wet tongue darted into my hole. My hand went right to my cock and started jerking it fast. The guy wouldn't have any of that, however, and grabbed my hand, and restrained me, saying quietly, "Not yet, boy. I wanna make you beg to shoot.” I had never been called boy before but it triggered something in me and I moaned. Suddenly the guy stood up and turned me back around. “Stay here I will be right back” he said and left me standing in the booth high on poppers and panting. He came back in a minute with something in his hand. Sinking to the ground he took my cock back in his mouth and sucked me hard and fast. He held the bottle back to my nose and I took 4 more hit while he gave me the best blow job I had ever received. 10 shots came out of my cock as I came. Between the intense orgasm and the poppers my head was spinning as the guy swallowed and suck at my shrinking cock. I was sweaty and panting when I felt something being pressed around my cock and heard a click. “There we go all locked away, that should make sure you come back again next week” “What?!?!” looking down I saw my cock encased in a plastic tube that only left my balls exposed. I looked at the guy with confusion. “What you thought this was only going to be about you. If you want that taken off be here again next week same time and we will see what we can do. And expect to return the favor for what I just did and then same. If you don’t see me up from just say you need to see The Boss, when you get here. Have a fun week” I was dumbstruck. Before an hour ago I had never tried poppers or had a guy suck me off. Now I had shot my load and my cock was locked in this thing. Thinking about the blow job I felt myself start to get hard and felt pain as it pressed against the plastic. In a daze I tucked my now caged cock back in my jock pulled my shorts up and drove home.

If the bottom has a big cock, he's fucking me! Most bottoms are somewhat versatile. A true bottom should have a small cock or it's just a waste of good meat. Those blessed with a big cock have a duty to use it on a bottom--at least every so often. Don't let it go to waste.

I fuckin love this. when the bottom has his head hanging off the bed so his spit plasters his face...my favourite way to fuck throat. Also love holding his head in place on my dick and watching them fight the urge to gag, it's pretty good training for em Got a buddy who fasts for me before I fuck his skull. I can ram it in as deep as I want and nothin unpleasant happens, just him gurgling and slurping on my tool and workin for his prize.

Christopher and Jack must have been booked into the Bill Cosby state room...

Got hit on by a 22 year old on Grindr today. Home alone while mom and dad were at church. Went over and this amazingly hot man, 6'3", 175, tanned, built and hung like a moose was standing there in the entry hall naked. Smiled put his arm around my shoulder and said, Damn daddy, I need to get off real bad. We went to his room, he laid down and I got undressed and between his legs. I sucked him awhile and he pulled me into a 69 and sucked my dick. I got rock hard but MAN, these 22 year old hardons are like fuckin STEEL! He was so tall he moved up and got between my legs and spat on my hole. Fingered it and said, Can I poke your butt a little? Oh hell yeah... he got up got behind me and spat some more on his hands and lubed my hole. Pushed in slow... I had to slow him down. He was VERY long, maybe a good 9 or 10 inches - not super thick though so it was an amazing feeling. I could feel it way up in my ass and he started fucking me like we were old friends. 10 or 15 minutes and I was about to bust when he started grunting. Grabbed my own meat and stroked off just about the same time he was cumming. Felt a couple of squirts and he pulled out hopped up and sprayed my face too! BONUS! We both laughed - got a proper intro and took a shower. Fucked me again in the shower and didn't pull out this time. I still have his boys swimming around in my hole. I fucking loved it.

I love this story...keep going please! It is so realistic in your description of being at a chem party. i went to one a couple of years ago and my party piece was to go into a chem hole for the first time,after smoking T,snorting/booty bumping K and snorting M and MDMA!!!! It was ffun!!! I shall have to visit Glasgow again as this puts a completely different spin on the city!!

Hot! Would love to hear about your next sessions with these guys. And take some pics :-)

An old business contact came through town today and called me up. I'd known him and his wife and worked at the same company. I'd blown him a few times in the past, but nothing too heavy. Went to his hotel and sucked his fat uncut cock (God I love Hispanic dick) while he sat on the sofa with his legs spread. I love his smell and rubbing my face in his crotch. He was prepared and had some lube which he leaned over and applied to my hole, fingering my ass and opening me up. He just pulled out of my mouth and without a word pushed me over the sofa. Got behind me and rubbed his hard cock up and down my crack and just made me beg for his meat. God it hurt at first but by the time he was balls deep, rubbing up against my back and breathing like a dog fucking his bitch,,, my hole was responsive and he made me cum all over the front of the sofa just from fucking my hole. I guess it was too much for him and he unloaded in my ass. Took me three hours before I left. Two more loads in my hole and a big fucking smile on my face. I was really happy to find out he would be a monthly visitor... new territory for us both.

Agree. Agree. Agree! If one hates cheaters, they don't help them out. Period. "Had to spend the rest of the night with his load up my ass."..... Sounds like it was a real burden to bear... If it bothers you that bad, then..... Why are you doing it? You lost me there. But as bbzh said, you'll be the one who loses in the end if it continues. Things always come out. This will too.

@Jessiesboy: I think you should stop having sex with the guy. I know it's hot and fun, but if this comes to light, you are probably going to harm your relationship with your friend. I think I would be very upset if I knew my friend was having sex with my brother right under my nose, particularly if my brother self-identified as a heterosexual. That's a total breach of trust and you know it. Come clean and tell your friend or stop fucking his brother. It's really that simple. I'm not so worried about the girl in all this and I'm not so troubled by your concern about cheating. You clearly don't have as big a problem with it as you suggest, since if you did, you wouldn't be in this situation to start with. Some dicks really are off limits. And your best friend's brother's dick is one of those. Any questions?

If I were you, and I have been, I would leave well enough alone. I wouldn't tell his brother. He has to live with his brother, you don't. You don't want your feelings of guilt to create a situation that would make you feel better but cost two brothers their relationship. Leave it to him to tell his brother. Cheating is a moral judgement. If it makes you feel bad about yourself you shouldn't do it. On the other hand, it is him who is cheating, not you. If he is using this girlfriend as a front to hide his true homosexual orientation, that is not something you should feel bad about. That is on him. You should just keep quiet and enjoy what you are getting from him. Unless it makes you feel bad, then you should not. It sounds pretty hot. Often the fact that something is forbidden is what makes it seem so hot. Ask your self if you would be so into this if it was out in the open? Would he still turn you on?

Part 8: At the Gym Michael: Michael didn’t leave the house for the whole weekend. And it was a week and a half before he dragged himself back the gym. He body was looking…. well, not flabby exactly, just not as toned as he liked. And whatever had started on Halloween was still going on. He might as well be invisible. He hadn’t picked up someone in a bar in weeks. He and Seb had met several times now. Each time Seb’s insatiable ass milked him. Taking load after load. Until his balls were dry. Michael was always so worn out after their hookups. He always slept well. He couldn’t believe he had ever thought Seb was older than him. The other man was at least a couple years younger than Michael himself. He was truly beautiful and Michael found himself dreaming about him when they weren’t together. Michael threw his street clothes in the gym locker and pulled on his shorts and a tee. God he really didn’t want to do this. But he didn’t want to lose any more muscle either. The gym was busy so he started with the free weights. Curls first he decided. “Haven’t seen you around in a while, Christian.” A deep voice said behind him. “Hey David.” Michael grunted. He continued his workout without turning. David always called him by his last name in some false sense of intimacy. The personal trainer stepped around in front of him. His eyes surveying. “Looks like you’ve been letting yourself get a bit soft around the middle.” Michael didn’t reply. No point in encouraging the bastard. He hadn’t worked out in a few days but he wasn’t “soft in the middle”. David: David let his eyes roll over Michael Christian’s body. It was true — the other man had been slacking off his workout — even if he was mostly just trying to get under Michael’s skin. When they first met, David had thought Michael was about his age — he had been surprised to find the other man was several years older. Had they met for the first time today, however, he would have guessed Michael was at least 30. To be fair, though, he still looked pretty damn good. “Tell you what. I don’t have any clients today. Why don’t I give you a free session?” “You don’t need to do that. I’m fine. Just been too busy.” “Hey, it’s no problem at all.” Michael shrugged his shoulders. “Whatever.” From the day they had met, months ago, there had been a struggle. A tug of war. Michael was the man everyone lasted after, the man everyone wanted. And David was determined to topple him. To supplant him as the top of the tops (so to speak). It was that simple. David had always been competitive. He liked to win. And now, as always, he was determined to do so. Michael: Forty-five minutes later, Michael was drenched in sweat. David was pulling no punches on this workout and pushing him hard. He was on his third round of squats. His body ached. His legs and glutes sore. Stretched. Taut. Michael glanced at the personal trainer. The other man was not looking at his face. No. His eyes were glued firmly on Michael’s ass. After a moment, David pulled his eyes away and gave Michael a smile. No chagrin there at all. “Not bad, Christian. Let’s finish up with the bench press.” Michael wasn’t sure if David was complimenting his workout or his ass. For some reason he didn’t seem to mind David checking out his ass for once. It was nice not to just have everyone’s eyes brushing by him. They walked over to the bench and Michael stretched out while David added weight to the bar. “Let’s start with this. I’ve seen you lift more but you’ve been off your workout for awhile. We can add or take away weight if needed.” Michael nodded. He reached up to grab the bar… And his breath caught in his throat. David was positioned to spot the bar and, from this angle, Michael could see up the leg of the personal trainer’s workout shorts. The other man was not wearing underwear. His cock hung loose inside the trunks and Michael had a clear view. Michael lifted the bar and tried to look anywhere else. He was close enough that he could smell the other man. Masculine but sweet. Strong. Reassuring. He inhaled. Savouring David’s scent. The first set finished and David added more weight for the second set. Michael was struggling. Maybe David was right, maybe he was slacking off his workout too much. He needed to stay focused. The last thing he wanted was to look weak in front of David. The bastard was too cheeky already. But Michael’s eyes had a mind of their own. Admiring the personal trainer’s well formed thighs. Following the view up into the leg of the shorts. To the big cock staring back at him. A cock as big as his own. And, to Michael’s embarrassment, his own cock was getting harder the more he looked up David’s crotch. “Come on, Christian. Stay focused on the weight.” Michael tried not look at the face above him. The smile on the lips. Oh yes, David had noticed the bulge growing in Michael’s shorts. “Nine. Ten.” The trainer counted. His hands hovered on the barbell now as Michael strained harder. “Come on, give me two more.” Michael’s arms were aching. He struggled to push the weight up… but it was no good. His arm was giving under the weight. David’s reaction was almost instant. His arms bulged as he lifted the barbell back to the the rack and stepped away. His eyes focused on Michael’s. Michael rolled off the bench and picked up his towel. “That was a great workout. Thanks.” “No problem, Christian. We should workout again sometime.” The personal trainer leaned forward. Whispering. “Something more private.” “Hey man, you know we’re both tops.” David just smiled. That smile. That fucking arrogant smile. “Sure, man. Whatever you say. But you know where to find me.” He turned and walked away. Michael cursed under his breath. His arms were aching… his whole body was. David had not held back on that workout even though it was a freebie. He headed through the locker room but didn’t turn into the showers. He threw his workout gear into the locker and grabbed his towel. Just a few minutes in the steam room. That’s what he needed. Despite the thick steam, Michael could see that the small room was empty. He sat on the white bench, draped his towel around his lap, and closed his eyes. Yes. This was exactly what was needed. Steam. Heat. Quiet. He felt his aching muscles begin to relax. The door opened and Michael opened one eye enough to look. Oh fuck. The tall, lean form that entered was silhouetted by the light outside. But Michael recognised him immediately. David. There was no mistaking that body or the cocky way the younger guy stood, his towel wrapped low on his hips. David: The personal trainer hadn’t expected anyone to be in the steam room right now. Let alone Michael. Something had happened during that workout. He was sure of it. He had seen the other man staring at his crotch… and get hard as a result. But Michael Christian was a total top… wasn’t he? No. He hadn’t expected this. But he wasn’t about to let this moment pass unfulfilled. It felt like there was unfinished business now. The other man was looking at him like a deer caught in the headlights. He closed the door and sat directly opposite his rival. Michael: Michael tried to ignore the other man but again his eyes betrayed him. David’s legs were parted enough that he could see under the towel. That big dick swelling slightly in the heat. Those heavy balls hanging between the toned thighs. He couldn’t tear his eyes away. He didn’t even notice that he was licking his lips. The personal trainer adjusted himself under his towel. But then left his hand on his cock. The cock that Michael was so fascinated by. The hand slowly stroking it. Michael didn’t touch his own cock but it was getting hard again. In the back of his mind something nagged at him. He was gay, true, but he was a top. Why was he so fixated on the other man’s cock? But he was barely aware of that nagging voice. He was fixated on David’s cock. Big. Hard now. Was it slightly larger than his own? He wasn’t sure. For the first time, he wondered how it would taste. David’s eyes still locked on Michael. His hand raised, curling his fingers. Beaconing. Michael barely noticed his body slide off the bench until he was on his knees before the personal trainer. He forced his eyes to raise from the other man’s cock. Up his body. That beautifully formed body. Sweat trickling down the abs. The strong chest. Those small, pert nipples. To his face. David’s eyes drilled into him. A mixture of surprise, lust, and expectation. Michael looked back down at the other man’s crotch. At the bulge pushing at the towel. His hands were trembling as he pulled the towel away. The cock, exposed now, just inches from his face. The smell of a man, of sex, so intoxicating. He felt his back bend like he was sleepwalking. His head lowered. His lips parted. And, for the first time ever, a cock slipped into Michael Christian’s mouth. The taste filled Michael’s mouth as he wrapped his tongue around the head. Salty yet sweet. The aroma was overwhelming. Something totally new for him. Musky and masculine. Thrilling. Intoxicating. His lips wrapped around the cock. His lips sliding down the shaft. He wanted more. David: David watched his cock slide into his rival’s mouth. Stunned. Maybe he always knew this rivalry would end this way. With one of them surrendering to the other. But he had not expected today to be that day. The reality of the moment was so different than the fantasy. So much better. Michael was worshipping his dick. He had won! The rivalry was over. He had broken the great Michael Christian. He only wished someone would walk in. Someone who could spread the word about this moment. Even without a witness though, the torch had passed. Michael would always know that he, David, had won. David raised his hands. Wrapping around the head in his lap. Gripping the hair. Pulling him down. Pushing his cock deeper into the hot mouth. “So I guess your rep as a ‘total top’ is bullshit.” He couldn’t help laughing in his victory. “You’re just another cocksucker, aren’t you?” He pushed Michael’s head down further. Hitting the back of the other man’s throat. Making him gag. He laughed again. The mouth working his dick was inexperienced. Uncertain. Clumsy. But David had never enjoyed getting a blowjob more. “I asked you a question, slut. Tell me what you are.” Michael: Michael let the cock slide from his mouth. Reluctantly. Sweat was dripping from his face. The heat of the steam or just the lust that consumed him? David’s fingers were wrapped around his chin. Pulling his face up. Eye contact. Shame flooded through him. What was he doing? Why was he sucking a cock? He had never done this before. Why now? And why with David? And why was his own dick so hard? But a word formed itself in his mouth. “Yes.” “Yes what?” “Yes. I’m just a cocksucker.” And it was true. He was. He had sucked a cock. And, even more importantly, he liked it. And David knew it. Michael knew things would never be the same. Not between him and David. Or the other men who had once been able to bend around his little finger. In this room, something had changed for him. “You want it again, don’t you.” David didn’t wait for a reply. “Beg for it. Beg to suck my cock.” Michael wanted to get up, to move away. But his legs would’t move. He stayed on his knees. Kneeling before the other man. His lips moving again, as if of their own accord. “Please…” His voice was weak. Grovelling. It made him feel sick. But he didn’t stop. “…. please let me suck your cock. I want to taste it again.” “Damn. You are a cock hungry bitch aren’t you? What would your friends say if they could see you now? Begging for my cock? The great and arrogant ‘top’ Michael Christian on his knees sucking dick. There’s a first time for everything, right? Fine. Open your mouth. And you had better go all the way down this time, cocksucker.” Michael didn’t argue. He bent forward and took the cock back into his mouth. David’s hands were back on his head. Pushing him down. He fought the gag reflex. And failed. Again. And again. Saliva dripped from his mouth. Coating his chin. Mucous was dripping from his nose. But David persisted. Pushing deeper with each thrust. Like a man possessed. Michael gave up trying to control the invasion. Succumbing. Surrendering. Letting the younger man fuck his mouth. And the cock slipped past his mouth. Into his throat. He could barely breath. But he didn’t - he couldn’t - resist. “Yeah, you cocksucker. Work that dick. I’m close.” The personal trainer moaned. Another thrust. Wild. Demanding. Another. Then the hands on his head pushed him down until his face was buried in the other man’s bush. Balls deep. And the cock erupted. Firing volley after volley. Flooding his throat. Down into his stomach. Michael couldn’t breath. His face was turning red. His vision blurring. He pushed against David’s thighs. Trying to get the cock out of his throat. Struggling frantically. But the personal trainer held him in place. Desperation. His struggles fading. His arms collapsing. His body yielding… And finally David let him slide back. Let him slide the cock from his throat. Let him breath. But he kept the head of his dick in Michael’s mouth. Still dripping. Still filling Michael’s mouth with the taste of his seed. Still savouring his victory. Finally the personal trainer pushed him roughly back, off his cock, and stood. “Thanks cocksucker. Not too bad for a first time.” David glanced down. “Well…. I guess you enjoyed it as much as I did.” The floor in front of Michael was sprayed with his creamy load. He had come while sucking cock. He hadn’t even noticed. “Clean that mess up.” David ordered. “I better not hear about the cleaners having to deal with it.” And he turned and walked out without waiting for another word. Michael was still on his knees, the taste of cum in his mouth. The aroma of David’s crotch still coating his face. Without thinking, he grabbed his towel and wiped up the cum. What had just happened? Why had he done that? His breath was ragged. He needed cool air. But he waited several minutes. He didn’t want to face David again. He couldn’t. He didn’t even shower. Just threw his clothes on and raced out of the gym.

i want to be the sluty boy... someone want to be my good daddy?

Part 6: Draining Michael: Michael sat, alone. His fingers tapping the desk. In the three weeks since Halloween, since that late night encounter in the park, he had not hooked up once. On Halloween night he told himself it was just a fluke. For a few days after that, he convinced himself it was just a dry spell. Now he was worried. Tonight, again, he had sat alone in a club and not one man had tried to catch his eye. Hell, as far as he could tell not one man had given him more than a glance. And he was horny. Well. He was always horny. But he seemed even more so recently. It had taken a few days but he had managed to drag himself back into the gym. But he was just going through the motions. He just didn’t seem to have much energy. He stood. Walked into the bedroom and opened the dresser by the bed. He pulled out the scrap of paper. The paper with a phone number written on it. Seb’s number. It wasn’t the first time he had thought about calling. But he was horny tonight. Very horny. He picked up the phone. Dialled. Listened to the phone ring at the other end. Again. Again. He was about to hang up when the line picked up. “Hello?” “Hey, Seb. This is Michael. From… um.. from Halloween.” “Michael. Good to hear from you. I was just thinking of you.” “Just wondering what you are up to tonight.” “Not much. Looking for mischief.” “Mischief sounds fun. Come over, we can make some.” “Give me your address.” Michael did. After he hung up, he sat on the bed looking at the phone. The truth was he wasn’t that excited to hook up with Seb again. And he wasn’t sure why. The guy had given what was probably the best blowjob Michael had ever received. And Michael had face-fucked too many guys to count. But if Michael had not been so horny, and Seb had not been so clear about wanting to get fucked, Michael would not have called. Twenty minutes later and the doorbell rang. Michael took a deep sigh, put on his best smile, and opened the door. Seb slipped inside. The door was barely closed and Seb had his lips pressed to Michael’s. Despite his reluctance for the encounter, Michael found himself kissing back. His tongue parting the other man’s lips and into his mouth. Tongues intertwining. Cocks hard. Shirts tossed. Belts unfastened. Jeans discarded. Bodies together. Hands groping. Breath ragged. Both men were only in their underwear. Seb gently pushed Michael back to lean against a wall, then slowly dropped to his knees. His lips now focused on the bulge in Michael’s briefs. Michael looked down at the other man, so focused on his cock, and - for the first time in weeks - felt almost like his normal self. Michael watched as the other man, clad only in a black jockstrap, worshipped his dick. Seb’s mouth caressed the hard cock. His tongue tracing it’s shape. His saliva seeping through the thin fabric of the briefs. His fingers sliding them down and off. His mouth returning to the hard cock. His hot, wet mouth engulfing the head. Fuck! This felt so good. But Michael was not looking for another blow job. He reached down and pulled the older man up and turned him towards the bedroom. Seb did not protest. Their lips found each other again. Bodies sinking down to the bed. Michael on his back. His dick - hard, aching - like a dagger growing from his crotch. Seb straddled Michael’s hips. A knee to either side. His ass sinking slowly. His hole touching the tip of the cock beneath him. His eyes locked with Michael’s. And he slowly slid down. Impaling himself. Michael smiled. The slut hadn’t even mentioned a condom. Michael didn’t care; he needed this fuck. His eyes rolled back in his head. Seb’s tight ring gripped him as it descended. He had fucked raw before — it was the bottom’s job to take reasonable precautions after all. And, truth be told, Seb’s ass was amazing. The last thing Michael wanted was the condom blocking this sensation. Seb slid up and down on the hard shaft. Slowly sinking deeper each time he descended. His hole flexed, sending shivers of pleasure through Michael’s body. His eyes looked on Michael’s face, his every expression. Speeding up his motions to increase intensity and then slowing to prolong Michael’s pleasure. Michael felt his groin press against the older man’s groin. The bastard had taken all 10 inches without breaking a sweat and didn’t even pause for a breath. Seb still hovered above and rode Michael’s cock at his own pace. Michael wanted to shift position, to get control of the situation. To get Seb on all fours so he could mount him and remind him who was top. But he could’t seem to get the leverage. Or even bring himself to say anything. So he was trapped, barely able to move, while the other man rode him at his own pace and in near complete control of the fuck. The best Michael could manage was to grip the other’s hips to try to control the pace. Michael hadn’t been in another man’s ass in weeks. He wanted to cum. But Seb kept slowing down every time he got close. It was so frustrating. But Michael couldn’t really complain. Seb’s hole was as talented as his throat had been in the park toilet. And he knew how to work Michael’s cock. The motions, the sensations, the rhythms became almost hypnotic. Seb moving up and down. Michael’s cock sliding in and out. Pressure to cum building, then ebbing, then building. But every second sent new pleasures reverberating through Michael’s body. And still they fucked. Michael’s muscles relaxed even as the sensations continued. Their eyes were locked and Michael couldn’t bring himself to look away. He didn’t even notice himself stop trying to roll Seb over onto all fours. Time had no meaning. Just his cock, the other man’s hole, the euphoria, and the eyes. Michael didn’t even notice as his muscles tightened, as his balls drew up, as his breath grew ragged, as his hands instinctively clenched. Then his dick erupted inside the ravenous hole. As the first wave of his orgasm hit, he was suddenly aware of everything again. His hips bucked up to drive his cock deeper. Wave after wave. His cum gushing. Three weeks worth of sexual frustration poured out into the tight hole. Filling it, making it slick. Michael’s body shuddered. Every nerve in his body tingled. His muscles reverberated as if an explosion had been set off in a confined space. His mouth open in a silent moan. His muscles so tight they were cramping. Then, suddenly, relaxed. He sank bank into the bed. Unable to move. Exhausted. Drained. But Seb didn’t stop. The older man kept riding. Not letting Michael’s cock grow soft. Working his hole up and down the shaft. Shifting in subtle ways. Slightly different positions. His hole clenching one moment — gripping tight - and the next relaxed and open. Sinking balls deep, raising just off the tip. Back down. Again and again. Always in control. Always controlling every motion. Michael’s cock was feeling sore. He wanted to stop but couldn’t seem to form the words. And so the fuck continued. Michael felt the frenzy building this time. He was going to cum again. Building. Building. Building. And then…. Rapture. If anything his second orgasm was more intense than his first. He ached. Every muscle screaming for this to stop. His cock sore from the friction. Had he been able to think, perhaps he would have wondered why he was so drained after only cumming twice. Just a few months ago he had hooked up with a hot Aussie couple and had fucked each of them three or four times. But the thought never even occurred to him. And still Seb didn’t stop. Still riding. Still working. Determined. Merciless. His attention focused on Michael like a laser. Michael managed to glance at the clock. Oh fuck. They had been going non-stop for nearly two and a half hours. His cock ached, the skin raw. Every time Seb moved it was waves of pain now that shuddered around his body. A strange sound filled the room. A low moan. Whining. Wretched. Pathetic. With effort, Michael looked around but there were only the two of them there. And it wasn’t coming from Seb. No. It was coming from somewhere deep within himself. No! It wasn’t possible. He couldn’t make a sound like that. But he was. Seb was still watching him. Smiling. But there was something venomous in that smile. Something triumphant. “Give me what I want.” Seb said. The first words either of them had said in hours. “Succumb. Surrender.” Michael couldn’t reply. He just looked up with that pitiful moan still emanating from within him. “Can you feel it?” Seb asked without pausing his motions. “Can you feel yourself ebbing? Fading? Doesn’t it feel good? Don’t you just want to submit to it. Find where it leads you? A whole new experience for you?” And Michael could feel it. The room was dimming. His vision growing dark. But his cock still hard. Rearing towards another orgasm. Oh fuck. Almost there again. Oh. Fuck! So close. OH! FUCK! Here it comes! Michael never even felt his dick erupt for the third time. The darkness descended. He never felt his cum erupt over and over again. And over. And over.

Only once have I gotten double penetrated, was with a top couple, they were alternating in me, one wanted me to ride him. He pulled me down to kiss, he then locked his arms around my torso as his boyfriend started pushing in. Both were in the 7.5-8" range. It was an unusual feeling- intense, not painful like I expected it to be but I felt my hole at its limit. I'd be down for another ride!

Part 3: Late Night Michael: “Sorry folks…. Last call.” The DJ called out over the speakers. It was 2:45 AM and the crowd had been thinning away for at least an hour Glen and Tommy had drifted away at some point, surely back at Glen’s place fucking like rabbits. Scott had hung out a bit longer until ‘gym guy’ pulled him away. Scott had given Michael an apologetic look but had followed his trick. Viktor? He had disappeared hours ago. Michael downed his last drink and tried not to smash the glass on the bar. He could not remember the last time he had been so horny. Hours - literally hours - and his cock had not settled down. What the fuck was going on? He grabbed his coat from the coat check and headed home. He reached the park but it was late and the park seemed was so dark. Ominous. Maybe he should just a around? “Don’t be stupid.” He muttered to himself. “It’s cold.” And so he set off across the park. The cold night air was biting. Very cold for so early in the year. It was only October — November now he corrected himself — and the wind was icy cold. Biting at his face and hands. He hadn’t really dressed for this weather…. he was sure it hadn’t been like this when they left Viktor’s earlier. He pulled his coat tight around his body. Despite the cold, his cock was still hard and throbbing in his jeans. Fuck. Maybe something was wrong… should he try to get into a doctor tomorrow? Some animal scurried by this feet and Michael jumped. “Fuck.” He cursed himself. He was being ridiculous. But he picked up the pace anyway. He approached the small concrete building in the middle of the park that held the park’s toilets. The building was dark but the security lights outside came on as he approached. He needed to get out of the cold for a minute. Surely the building was empty at this time of night… ? He paused … there was someone silhouetted near the door. If this was some vagrant he didn’t want to get too close. But no. He could already see this was no vagrant. He took a couple tentative steps closer. He could just make out the man. He did a little double take. It was the man from the club earlier. The “almost hot” man that Michael had started to make eyes with but who had disappeared on him. This man clearly recognised Michael as well. He smiled as Michael approached. Michael held his eyes for a moment then stepped through the door and into the men’s room. He breathed a sigh of relief as he stepped out the wind. He could hear it howl outside but felt warmer in here. Michael stepped to the urinal and pulled out his cock. Shit! was this thing never going to go down? Still hard as a rock. His foreskin was retracted. The door opened and closed behind him. The almost hot man stepped up to the urinal next to his and fished out his own cock. They stood quietly next to each other for a moment. “Very impressive.” The almost hot man whispered. “But looks like you could use a hand… or more.” Michael glanced his way. This was not his scene. Not all all. But his cock was so hard. He hardly noticed that he was stroking it softly. The guy wasn’t that bad looking. Plus… they were alone now. No one ever needed to know. “Yeah.” His voice was horse after shouting over the music all night. “Fucking horny, man.” The almost hot man reached over and gently pushed Michael’s hand away and wrapped his own fingers around the thick and bulging shaft. A low moan escaped from Michael’s chest. The other man started slowly stroking. Michael’s eyes closed. “My name is Sebastian, but you can call me Seb.” “Mmm hmm.” Michael didn’t reply. He didn’t see the point of giving his name to a trick like this. A slut who hung out in toilets looking for cock. One not up to Michael’s standards. One that Michael would never hook up with again. The almost-hot man leaned in. Their lips touching. Their tongues met, Michael’s tongue darting into the other man’s mouth, the other man gentle and accepting. The man’s mouth was sweet, his breath hot like cinnamon. Michael felt the man unbuckle his jeans and slide them gently down to his thighs. The hard meat bounced out… free of the confining denim. Desperate for satisfaction. The almost-hot man, Seb, broke off the kiss. Michael opened his eyes. The other man was smiling. His eyes locked on Michael’s. The almost hot man knelt down slowly. Never losing eye contact. Kissing Michael’s chin. Kissing his chest through the sweaty shirt. Down his abs. Finally facing Michael’s hard cock. “Yeah man.” Michael urged. “Open up and suck that dick.” The man slowly moved forward. The head of Michael’s uncut dick touching his lips, then parting them. The lips circled Michael’s cock and welcomed him in. The tongue swirled around the sensitive head. Caressing it. Licking the piss slit, then coiling around the glans, brushing the frenulum. Back to the tip. This guy could suck cock! Michael’s eyes rolled back in his head. Seb pulled Michael’s dick out of his mouth and rang his tongue along the underside. He licked across the entire ballsack then gently opened his mouth and took one of the testicles into his warm cavity. Tongue dancing around the scrotum. Gently at first. Then, watching Michael carefully, gradually increasing pressure. Back to the tip of the cock. More play with the head. Then taking it deeper into his mouth. Sliding down the cock. Allowing it to slide across his tongue and to the back of his mouth. Backing off. Sliding back down. Backing off. Michael was in no mood for the teasing. His hands found the back of Seb’s head. On the next downstroke, he pushed deeper. His cock slid into the stranger’s throat. No complaint. Michael pushed deeper. Inch after inch of his cock pushed into the throat. Until his balls slapped against the stranger’s chin. Ten inches of man meat pushed into his throat and he was taking it effortlessly. Seb clearly had a very well controlled gag reflect. The man was moaning and the vibration brought extra pleasure. Michael wasn’t sure how long this had been going on. It felt like hours, it felt like minutes… or seconds. The stranger pulled off for a breath of air. He let the cock slide from his mouth for only a second. Then took the tip back into his mouth. Working the slit. Working the head. Then letting the cock slide back across his tongue into his throat. Deep. Balls deep. Balls slapping against his chin. Back out. To the tip. All the way back down. Michael returned his hands to the back of the stranger’s head. He couldn’t stop himself. His hips thrusting. His balls raising. His cock swelling. “Here it comes. Take it!” Seb’s hands wrapped around Michael’s butt for support. He pulled Michael. All the way inside. Crotch pressed to lips. And held him. Deep. “Oh…. fuck! Fuck!” Michael’s cock spasmed. Tremors shaking his whole body. His load firing down this almost hot man’s throat. Volley of cum. After Volley. After volley. Seb swallowed it all. Holding Michael tight. Not letting him move away. Until Michael was spent. His face was red. His breath ragged. His cock softened. His body sagging. At last content he had received every drop, he let Michael move away. Michael staggered back and leaned against the sink counter. For the first time in hours, his cock was not hard and aching. He signed with relief. “Mmmm.” Sec moaned. “That was so tasty.” “That… was.. “ Michael struggled for breath. “… the… best… blowjob… I’ve… ever… received.” The man raised an eyebrow and smiled. “You flatter me.” “No, man. I mean it. Fuck… I feel totally drained.” “Pity. Would love to feel you inside me.” The stranger winked. Michael looked at the man, still crouched on the floor. Maybe he had been wrong about the man earlier. He couldn’t see any grey hair or wrinkles now…. couldn’t be older than his early thirties. Maybe it was just the light. Michael paused, considering. “If your ass is anything like your mouth, I would love to fuck you sometime.” But his cock lay lifeless on his thigh. “But not tonight. Just don’t think I could.” Michael zipped his jeans and fastened his belt. The stranger stood. Stepped close. His lips pressed against Michael’s. His tongue parting Michael’s lips. Michael returned the kiss eagerly. Savouring the sweet taste of the man’s mouth. Not even a hint of the taste of the load he had unleashed down the man’s throat. At last the man stepped away. “You never told me your name.” “Michael.” “Nice to meet you Michael.” Seb pulled a pen from his back pocket and wrote a number on Michael’s hand. “Here’s my number. Call me when you are ready to fuck.” Michael’s hand wrapped around Seb, holding his ass tight. “You bet I will.” A final kiss and Michael staggered out of the toilet. He took a couple steps. And stopped. A man. Standing under the closest tree. Watching. His eyes glued to Michael. Michael recognised him. The freak from earlier, the sickly looking one. The one who had wanted to fuck him. The strange man grinned, knowingly, then stepped back into the shadows. And seemed to disappear. Michael hurried on through the park. Fuck. Crazy people these days. Finally he opened his apartment door and threw coat in the direction of the couch. He felt so tired. So drained. He staggered towards his bed. He just needed to lay down for a minute. He would get undressed in just a minute. Just needed to lay down first. Just … for … a … sec… And Michael Christian was fast asleep.

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From where I was seated I could see the Latin guy walking back to the parking area. It was a great view to see who was coming or going. On the other side was a train track and it was easy to see if anyone was coming from either direction. I was really glad he had led me to this spot. I hadn't put my shorts back on and decided to take my shirt off so I was now completely naked. I figured, What the hell?, I was alone. I explored the area and found a few spots where guys had fucked before based on the condom wrappers. The only problem from some of the spots is that I couldn't see anyone coming from the railroad track side. There was a fixture that appeared to be a huge drain or maybe a pipeline of some sort at one time. I climbed on top of it and straddled my legs around it, my ass hole completely exposed. I leaned forward and dry humped it for a minute. Then I heard a voice exclaim "Oh, my!" Sliding off the pipe I saw a guy, about 35, coming towards me from the railroad track trail. He was about five ten and probably 180, in very good shape and blonde. He had a tank top and shorts on and a backpack over his shoulder. "Don't mind me," he said. "Looks like you're having a good time." "I thought I was alone," I said. "Hope you are okay with me being naked." "Actually, I come here to get naked too. But I go to the top where I can see guys coming." "Yeah, I was there but wanted to check it out down here." "You looked hot straddling that pipe. Really made me hard. Hey, I have a towel in my backpack. Want to hang out?" Hell yeah, I wanted to hang out. He was gorgeous. He went to the top of the hill, pulled out the towel and spread it on the ground. The off came the shirt. Very defined pecs, perky nipples. I was in heaven. Then off came the pants. Wow! His cock was at least five inches soft. I couldn't wait to see if he was a grower as well as a shower. "Come down here with me," he suggested. There was enough room for both of us on the towel but still I straddled his hips, and just before we kissed he murmured "You sure are a hottie." I took his tongue in my mouth and flicked mine over his lips, gradually working my way down his torso, gently nipping at his tits, licking slowly around them, and then dropping down to his belly button, tickling it with my tongue. I couldn't stop. I had to taste his cock. He was hard as a rock when I got there, precum dripping out of his cock slit. I licked it off and stroked what had to be nine inches of hard man meat. I toyed with it with my tongue, licking from the base to the tip. So tasty. He had leaned back on the towel, enjoying me worshiping his body. I lowered my mouth over his cock, pushing slowly until the full length hit the back of my throat. Good thing I have no gag reflex. I bobbed up and down on his rod, basically fucking myself. He then lifted his hips a bit, almost forcing his balls in to my mouth. Big fucking hairless balls were soon in my mouth. I took one ball then the other and finally both in my mouth. I sucked gently and pulled on his nut sack with my mouth. I then lifted his hips a little more exposing a beautiful hole. I put my hands on his thighs and gently pushed him back. I lowered my face over his hole, sliding my tongue in to an area he had obviously showered before he came. I was so sweet and tangy. I lapped with my tongue and then fucked him with the tip, eventually going in a deep as I could. I then got back on top of him, slowly pushing myself back up his body, to his cock, to his navel, to his nipples and finally planting my lips back on to his. He hands began to caress my ass as we kissed, soon rubbing my hole with one finger. I was still a little wet from the Latin guy and he noticed. His slid another finger in to me and began finger fucking me, chuckling "Hmm, somebody's been busy." I took his cock in my hand and began rubbing it on my cunt. "I may need some lube to get you all the way in," I said. "I think you're a whore who can take it with just a little spit. I'll bet you still have some cum up there from the last guy." Fuck, this guy was going to bareback me too? I was so horned up I couldn't stop him and I wanted to feel his bare cock inside me. I took a glob of spit from my mouth, rubbing it along his cock. I pushed my hole hoping the Latin cum would ooze out. I took his cock in my hand and slowly lowered my hole over it, bit by bit, first the head, then inch by inch the full length. I began to ride him and he started fucking me as my hole loosened up to take his monster cock. I had my hands on his chest, bucking on top of him, grinding myself to take his cock deep inside me. He began piston fucking me as well. "Jesus, this is fucking hot," he grunted, adding "Your pussy feels so good on my cock. I told you you'd be able to take it without any more lube." "Just keep fucking me, baby. Your cock feels so good inside me." "Yeah, you like taking bare cock out here in the woods? I'm gonna fucking breed you right here." "Yes, I want you to cum inside me," I moaned. "Such a nasty whore. I'm going to coat your insides with my cum." "Do it! Do it!" He pumped faster and then pushed all the way to the hilt of his boner, cum exploding in my gut. He remained inside my ass for what seemed like ten minutes, not actually ever pulling out, but rather his cock just fell out as it gradually softened. Gently I kissed him as I lay on top of him. "Um, I think my cum is leaking out of your hole on to my leg," he said. Sure enough, it was. So I rolled off of him and cuddled with him for a while, but eventually decided to get going, even though I had the rest of the day open. I got up and found my clothes and started to get dressed. "Where are you going?" he asked. "I figured you'd want to take in the nature by yourself. Who knows, maybe someone else will come along." " Ha! That would be hot, but I was hoping you'd stay. You're fun." So began the rest of my afternoon.

There is a famous story By Larry Niven (of Discworld fame) called "Man of Steel, Woman of Kleenex) that explains Superman's problems finding a suitable mate - http://www.rawbw.com/~svw/superman.html My favorite lines: Ejaculation of semen is entirely involuntary in the human male, and in all other forms of terrestrial life. It would be unreasonable to assume otherwise for a kryptonian. But with kryptonian muscles behind it, Kal-El's semen would emerge with the muzzle velocity of a machine gun bullet. (*One can imagine that the Kent home in Smallville was riddled with holes during Superboy's puberty. And why did Lana Lang never notice that?*)" That all said, when I was a kid I had a huge crush on "Captain Future".

We wandered around the basement, but couldn't see Stefan and Artur. Will said they were probably in a stall or the dark room and, if he knew Stefan, he'd have some guy or guys breeding Artur. As we both fancied another drink, we went upstairs to find Stefan and Artur in the bar. In English, presumably so Artur couldn't understand, Will said he was surprised that they were not in the basement getting Artur bred. Stefan said that Artur was freaked and wouldn't let anyone breed him. I could see the disappointment in his face and it was clear that he got off sharing his boyfriend's asses as much as Will does. Will was sympathetic and said it will take more time but he was sure Artur would come around as he had after all taken our loads earlier. Stefan said he hoped so. After finishing another round of beers, Will spoke in German to Artur, who hesitated and then followed Will downstairs. I must admit I felt a twinge of jealousy as I wondered if Will was going to breed Artur and kiss him. I saw an opportunity though to ask Stefan about Will. He was open and appeared to be honest. He told me that he had known Will 20 years. Will and Stefan had never fucked safe. I asked about Will's previous boyfriends and how long the relationships had lasted. Apparently, Will had had two serious relationships each lasting a number of years, but I was the first he had lived with. Stefan said that I was by far the youngest boyfriend Will had ever had as they were usually nearer Will's age. I was worried about that last revelation, and wondered whether it meant I was just a short term breeding fling. I asked why Will's previous relationships had broken up and Stefan replied it was always for the same reasons. I was filled with dread, before he went on to say that Will's boyfriends got tired of Will sharing their asses out to other guys. He said they wanted Will all to themselves. My face must have shown some expression of concern, as Stefan bent over and kissed my lightly. He said that Will had told him that he had fallen for me big time and he had never felt the same way about anyone else. I looked at Stefan and didn't detect any bullshit. Stefan said for me not to worry and that our conversation had never happened. Stefan asked if I wanted to do something that would turn Will on, so of course I said yes. He told me to wait there and he went over the the bar and spoke to the barkeep. When he came back I saw that he had a permanent marker pen. Stefan told me to join him in the corner so the guys couldn't see what was happening. As I followed him I felt intrigued. Stefan stood with his back to the corner and told me to turn my back to him and face the room. I thought fuck, he is going to breed me here but it didn't seem the place where guys fucked in the open. Instead, Stefan pulled my tea shirt over the front of my head so that it was around my throat. He then used the marker pen to write something on my back. A minute later he told me to pull the tea shirt back. After returning the pen, Stefan explained that the barkeep said the ink also reflected ultra violet as they use it on posters in the basement. I asked what he had written, but Stefan wouldn't say. He said that Will would tell me. At that, he suggested we go downstairs to the basement to find Will and Artur. When we got there, Stefan told me to take off my tea shirt, just as Will had earlier. We wandered around and numerous men winked or stroked their cocks as they read what was written on my back. I was dying to know what Stefan had written. We found Will and Artur standing watching a group of men fuck near the raised platform. Will shook his head slightly at Stefan which I took to indicate that Artur hadn't done anything. Stefan told me to turn around so that Will could see my back. I did so, then turned back to look at Will. He had the same sort of look that he has when he is about to breed some ass. A look of intense sexual excitement and determination. His hand went to his crotch and he squeezed his bone. He said to “ Stefan fucking horny - you perv.” I was desperate to know what was written on my back. Will grinned and told me. It said “Raw Breed Me” with an arrow pointing down to the crack of my ass. (I had been wearing low cut pants so they exposed the top part of my ass crack.) Will said that even though the lighting was subdued, the writing glowed like a Christmas decoration, thanks to the ultra violet lights. He left Stefan and Artur and had me walk all round the basement clearly with the intention of letting all the men see what was written on my back. At one part of the basement there was a bit more room and it faced onto one of the corridors with stalls down one side. Will's back was against the wall and he told me to pull my pants down. He did the same. He then pulled me towards him and kissed me so deep and long. My back and ass was exposed. I don't know whether it was the writing on my back, my body and ass or the kissing, but it got a lot of attention. So many hands were feeling me from behind. I felt a face at my ass and hands pull my cheeks apart. Then I felt a tongue licking and entering my ass ring. I was in ecstasy. The tonguing stopped and I think it was the same guy that then stood up and pushed his cock through my ass cheeks. I felt his cock head at my ass hole then he pushed into me balls deep. I groaned in pleasure as the guy started fucking me and at the same time Will was kissing me. Will's hands went to my ass and pulled my cheeks apart so that the guy could get even further into me. He stopped kissing briefly to whisper in my ear that the guy was raw. Will then reached past me and pulled the guys body against me even closer. The guy was by now slamming his cock into me so deep and hard. Will shouted to him “shoot your seed into my boyfriend – breed him!”. Will was kissing and supporting me as the the guy's thrusts went wild. He was hammering his raw cock into me so hard. It wasn't long before he screamed that he was cumming and I felt his cock make shorter more intense thrusts into me as he unloaded. He held against me and I used my ass muscles to squeeze his cock and milk out the last of his seed. Doing this made me realise for the first time that I had become a greedy slut for seed. As he pulled out I felt cum running down my legs. He must have given me a huge load as up to then I had normally been able to keep it in me when the cock withdrew. Not two seconds later I felt another cock at my ass. He started to push into me and I could feel it was a fat rock hard one. The guy grunted like an animal as he fucked me. I again felt Will's hand check the cock out and he whispered it was also raw. Will wiped up the seed running down my legs with his hand and rubbed it onto his cock. Unfortunately because Will is so much taller than me we couldn't grind our cocks together whilst standing up. It meant that his cock was rubbing against my chest nipple height whilst he kissed me and the guy fucked my ass. Like before the guy didn't last for long, before I felt his thrusts into me getting frantic and his breathing wild. Suddenly he was shooting in my ass. Will was groaned in ecstasy as he knew what was happening. Short story. In 20 minutes or so nine men raw fucked me one after another in that same position. Each time Will told them to shoot and breed me. The seed was running down my legs and later when I pulled up my pants, they were soaked with it. (A bit embarrassing to be standing in the bars with a big dark wet patch but I had no choice.) Stefan told us that he and Artur had watched and he was encouraged as Artur jacked himself the entire time. To be continued if you guys want to hear more. Let me know as I'm not sure if this is boring for you.

I just took a big load from a guy who hit me up from Scruff. He asked if I was into quickies because he only had 20 minutes. I told him yes and he told me as soon as I got to I his place, to just walk in, drop my shorts and be ready for a breeding. When I walked in he was in the corner watching porn stroking, I did as instructed and got on my knees in front of him and started to suck on his cock...he was already leaking and I swallowed a couple good streams pre-cum. He then told me to turn around and asked if I wanted his load. I begged for him load me up and he shoved his cock and in me so deep and within a minute he blasted in me. I thanked him, put on my shorts and walked out.

I have in a number of clubs before. Toilets in hard on, London, where I swallowed and showered in a hot skinhead's piss. The best though was in the darkroom at XXL in London; I was blowing a hot leather bear when he said he needed a piss break and started to pull away. Before he could pull away completely I grabbed the back of his legs, sucked his cock on deep and just looked up at him, not saying a word. He looked down at me, smiled a dirty knowing smile then slowly started to piss down my throat. I didn't miss a drop. When he finished pissing I went back to sucking his hot cock and got rewarded for all my hard work. Good times

I back up on gloryholes to get fucked. No clue who fucks me. Had to explain that to some bitch in the public clinic who wanted the names of my sex partners.

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Part 2 Tingling sensations raced up and down my arms, and then my whole body began to feel little electric shocks. He held my arm as I stood there, looking at his handsome rugged face, all the time feeling like I was about to fall again, and sure enough, as I lost my balance and fell against him, I was not so out of it that I neglected to move in for the kill by pressing my lips against his mouth. He was no less greedy for me, 'cause his tongue met mine, as we mutually explored each other's mouth. He also wrapped me in his embrace, torso to torso, crotch to crotch, as our kisses became more frantic. Even through his (admittedly) skimpy) shorts, I could feel his throbbing cock. I did my best to squeeze his cock with my crotch, and he responded by moaning in between kisses. After a couple of minutes, we parted and I assisted him in removing his his shirt. As I expected, his body was all muscle and quite rugged. Again he leaned in for the kill, as he gestured for me to get naked. In seconds I had stripped-off all my clothing, and my cock throbbed and stood at full as he virtually ripped off his shorts. We ground our erections against one another, and I explored his body with pleasure. Breaking off the kiss, he asked "Are you sure, boy?" "Yes, I'm sure," I replied, and with that he pushed me down on my knees, directing my open mouth to his massive cock meat. I didn't care if it hurt or whether I could get the whole thing down, I simply eagerly sucked on him, taking his cock down my throat, bit by bit, until I had successfully deep throated him. He moaned with pleasure, as he also held my head in such a way as to force me further down the shaft. Finally he let me off, and I took the opportunity to say what I had been thinking for several minutes "Please, fuck me, fuck me, please." He then stated "I only bareback, boy." I was beyond caring - I wanted his meat in my ass, and quickly. So I smiled my approval, and he directed me onto the sofa. I liberally kissed his body as his breath became increasingly ragged, and occasionally, when I kissed a particularly sensitive part of his body, he would his torso would buck off the sofa, as he moaned in delight. Then he suddenly stopped, and for a split second I wondered if I had done something wrong, but no, he pushed me away, saying "We can't, we can't, such a sweet boy like you. It wouldn't be right to do this with you." "Why not, please, why not?" I murmured, as I kissed his rugged chest. He then came out with it: "I'm HIV positive." I immediately recoiled from him, my brain analysing what he had said to ensure I had understood him correctly.

Part 6 Tony’s first load frothed around Chris’ cock as he slammed his massive girth into my hole over and over again. My hole felt stretched but at the same time gloriously open, I could feel my ass lips clinging to his cock as he withdrew each time, I could feel his mushroom head massaging my intestines and it penetrated their previously unexplored depths. As Chris’ onslaught picked up its pace I found myself reduced to a whimpering writhing slut bottom, begging him over and over again to fuck me and give me his load. This only spurred Chris on, and he began to pull on the chains of the sling causing it to rock in such a way that the back swing of the sling met with his forward thrust each time ramming his cock into me even harder. I head the voices of men around me calling encouragements to Chris goading him on, telling him to destroy my hole. I had been part of the crowds before, cheering on a fellow top as I waited for my turn at some sluts dripping hole, and now here I was the dripping slut. My cock throbbed and my hole pulsed. “Yeah boy mike my cock.” Even as I felt my hole growing slacker from the constant pounding, blossoming around Chris’ impossibly thick cock I could see the crowd that was forming around me pressing in till soon a cock was pressed against my mouth. Greedily I began to suck on the cock I had been presented with, milking it for all I was worth. Chris began to growl as he hammered away at my hole; his thrusting becoming more and more erratic till finally he practically shouted, “Take my fucking load boy,” and slammed in balls deep as his cock began to rocket ropes of cum into my abused hole. After a few moments of recuperation Chris withdrew his cock but before I could miss it another took it’s place. So it went on for the next few hours, cock after cock was stuffed up my ass and down my throat. As soon as I thought it was over another cock would be pressed into my loose dripping sloppy hole. I had become the bottom I had always coveted. I have no idea how many loads I took or how many guys fucked me that night. The blonde next to me said that he thought it had to be close to forty guys and quite a few more loads then that sense most of them went at least twice. When I finally got home that morning, cum was still running down my legs from my gaping battered and bruised hole as I fell face first into my bed. I wreaked of sweat, sex, and cum and I was utterly satisfied and it was perfectly clear that I would never be a top again. I had found my place as a bottom slut and I was overjoyed to have found my place at last.

Part 2 I could feel the man’s chest hair against my back, and a considerable bulge nestling between my flexing ass cheeks, he kissed my neck. “You enjoying my boy’s hole?” “He’s got a sweet ass,” I replied as I continued to pound the blonde mercilessly. The man moved his hands from my hips to tweak my nipples as he whispered in my ear, “Two weeks ago this hot bottom was a condoms only bitch, now he’s begging for loads. You know what did that?” “What?” “One thick load from my cock.” He pulled me tight to him and used his hand to turn my face to the side. I caught a glimpse of a strong handsome scruffy face before he planted a rough kiss on my lips. I kissed him back. One of his hands remained at my chin keeping my face turned to his as the other roved over my young furry body, and all the while I kept pounding my meat into the whimpering bottom before me. Eventually his hands returned to my hips and he broke away from the kiss. I studied his dark eyes and strong jaw as best I could looking over my shoulder. “Don’t cum in him yet,” he commanded, “I want to make sure you give him a nice big load.” With that he sunk to his knees behind me and his hands moved from my hips to my ass. As I continued to fuck his boy he spread my ass cheeks a little and licked up my crack. Though I was strictly a top at the time I had been rimmed a few times before and I knew that it felt amazing. Maybe that’s why I let him spread my ass and start working my hole open as only a top can, or perhaps it was because this man seemed to for some reason give off an air that made you want to please him. I bottomed out in the boy and leaned forward allowing him to spread my cheeks a little further and as I rocked my cock of the bottom I felt his tongue for the first time slip past my sphincter. Noting had ever been up my ass not even my little finger, and so I gasped with astonishment as I felt this man’s tongue dart inside of me for moment. I had always thought that it would hurt to have something inside of my ass but the tip of his tongue had felt like heaven, it was intoxicating. I slowed down my fucking of the blonde still impaled on my cock and stuck my ass out a little further allowing the man behind me better access to my hole. He gripped my ass cheeks tightly and spread my hole, his tongue making more and more regular forays into my hole. I whimpered. His tongue felt so good pressing into my hole, I acted on instinct not knowing the change that was coming over me as I let go of the sling chains and grabbed my own ass cheeks trying give the mad kneeling behind me still better access. The bottom I was now practically laying on top of with my cock still buried in his cum dripping hole smiled at me and leaned up a little bit to kiss me. “Tony eats ass better then anyone, doesn’t he?” I just gasped in response as something new pressed against my hole. The bottom wrapped his arms around me pulling me tight to his smooth chest as I felt my hole being further invaded, the mad behind me was sliding his index finger inside of my virgin hole. The words “I’m a top,” formed in my head but died on my lips as his finger began to slide slowly in and out of my hole. “He’s fingering you isn’t he?” “Yes,” I gasped. “Do you want him to stop?” “No.” “Have you ever had anything inside your hole before?” “No, I’m a virgin.” “Do you want more?” “Yes.” “Right answer boy,” Tony replied pulling his mouth off my hole for a moment. “You want Tony to stuff another finger in your hole?” I paused for a moment relishing the feeling of his one finger sliding in and out of my hole but not sure if I could handle another, but as his finger slid back inside my cock gave a powerful throb and the blonde boy laughed a little. “Your cock seems to have just answered for you. Stretch him out Tony, this boy’s not just a top any more.”

Bttm sluts need to know their place. Between a man's legs. Obey. Take our seed.

I have an average dick and luv to bottom, but also enjoy fucking, felching, etc., too. My rule of thumb is the man w/ the biggest dick is the top :-)

I don't care about the size of a bottoms dick, and don't care if the bottom cums