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There it was again. I was cruising through Craigslist, jacking-off to the pictures of bodies and cocks as I read the posts, and there it was: two big cock dads looking to share a twink. I grunted in pleasure. I loved this post. Every time I read it, it got me so hard I could barely contain myself. In the advertisement were two photographs of enormous cocks. Although the advertisement didn't contain a photograph of either guy, the size of their cocks was enough to get me excited. I had recently turned 22 and had minimal experience. I'd only ever bottomed for one guy who I had dated, but after he left for grad school, my needs were largely unmet and my sexual frustration increased as time when on, becoming almost too much to control. I'm 5'4', 150 pounds, half Puerto Rican, half white, good looking, with good definition and nice arms, and oh, I'm a total masculine pig bottom in the sheets. Finding dates and sex was never hard, but it seemed as if I was generally more masculine than the guys who wanted me, and I was not inclined to let such guys fuck me, so needless to say, in the year since my boyfriend left, I had only given three or four blow jobs. I never really trusted Craigslist but the attitude of the guys in the ad seemed so hot, I answered it. A few minutes later I received a reply asking for my age and phone number. I know I looked a little young but answered back any way asking to for some body pics of the guys. I received a text a few minutes later directing me to come to a certain address, adding that if I didn't like what they were offering, I could leave, but I would like it, (which I would), and if I stayed, (which I would), I would have to please the Daddies - however they wanted. Fuck, I thought, this is so fuckin' hot! So, just as instructed, I drove over to the address and approached the back door, which I found open. and texted that I had arrived. I immediately received a reply instructing me to enter the building and lock the door behind myself. Doing so, I entering into a dark room where two guys were sitting on a couch, drinking beer and, watching what I understood to be porn on a television. From what I could see, the first guy was at least 6 feet tall, was in his late 30s, was generally smooth, although he sported some large tribal tatts on his arms, and that he had a head of black hair and had a goatee. His chest and arms were frankly amazing, but I could see where he was getting a little soft on the sides. Even more enticing, however, was the cock that hung between his legs. It was one of the cocks that had been posted in the Craigslist advertisement. It was eight long (while soft) and looked as thick as my Gillette shaving cream can. Sitting next to him was the second Daddy. He was shorter than the first Daddy and, with a thick beard and hairy chest and abdomen, he was a bit of a wolf. He wasn't insanely hairy, but he came across as very manly - with a bit of a thick body. His cock, however, seemed as long as that of the other guy, however, as I stood in the doorway watching him pull on it, and as my eyes continued adjusted to the darkness, I saw it was thicker than a coke can. Both men looked like they were smoking joints, but the smell was stronger and different from any weed I'd ever smelled before. Wolf Daddy raised his hand in my direction and gestured me into the room. I walked in, somewhat tentative, as the smell of the thick white smoke they were enjoying was making me a little bit dizzy. "So, you like what you see?" Wolf Dad asked, smiling evilly at me. I nodded slowly. With that, Tattoo Dad stood up, lording his power me, and said one word: "Strip." I'd never given a strip tease in my life except for the occasional time I'd slowly take off my shirt when I was entering the community pool. I slid my jeans off, kicking my shoes off at the same time. The dizziness I experience, however, with the white smoke that permeated the room, got to me and I ended-up stumbling down to the floor on one knee. When I looked-up, Tatt Dad's enormous and soft cock head was in my face. I looked up at him and it, and he stared at me, his expression flat and emotionless. A large bead of precum had begun to form on the uncut tip of his cock and I thought to myself 'I might as well get started' so I opened my mouth as widely as I could, and took the head of his cock into my mouth and began to suck. FUCK! His cock tasted amazing and his pre-cum was thick and salty. As I pleasured his tool, Tatt Dad's head rolled back to look at the ceiling as I worked more of his soft cock into my mouth. As I did my best to satisfy him, I finished kicking off my shoes and jeans and was glad I was wearing some sexy underwear, some baby blue aussie bum briefs. Tatt Dad's cock was swelling-up, and in so doing, its thickness gradually increased. When I originally took it into my mouth, even soft I was afraid I wouldn't be able to do it justice. Now erect, yet another inch was added to the challenge, with the result that when I went down on him as far as I could, and had effectively reached rock-bottom, there were still another two inches of prime cock meat separating his balls from my chin. Tatt Dad, however, knew how to train me. When I went down on him, he positioned his arm around the back of my head, and he would hold me there for a few seconds before letting me come back up for air. Then he sat down and I did my damnedest to worship his cock, but couldn't seem to push my mouth any further down his cock, but once again, Tatt Dad knew how to get what he wanted, because when I went down, his grip on my head tightened and he pushed me further down his cock, forcing it past the stopping point. I could feel it curve down into my throat stretching to reach new levels of cock-sucking competence. Tatt Dad pumped his cock again and again past this point, my eyes widened as I was utterly amazed at what I was achieving in swallowing his cock, without the usual gagging. Each time we went through this cycle, he would pull me off his cock at the last second, until after about ten such cycles, he withdrew and let go of my head. I collapsed to the floor as the oxygen poured into my lungs. Wolf Dad chuckled and I saw his fully erect 8.5 inch, vein-covered cock, thicker than a can of beer. He called me over and when I knelt between his knees, he grabbed the collar of my shirt and unceremoniously ripped it off with his bare hands, tearing it down the back and throwing it aside. He grabbed my head as he slapped my face with his thick dick. I remember thinking his cock-slaps probably resembled the experience of being hit with a two by four - or so I imagined - his thick, hard wood slapping me about the face until finally he pushed his way into my mouth. I choked. He pulled me off and slapped me hard on the face before pushing me back on it. I choked again and he slapped me and threw my head away from him. 'Fuck', I thought, 'these guys are fucking rough'. Tatt Dad stood up and wagged his long dick in my face. I couldn't help but grunt in approval and take it in my mouth. About then I felt Wolf Dad climb behind me, grab my underwear, and before I could protest, he tore a hole in the ass end and slapped my ass hard. I yelped more in surprise than from pain as, simultaneously, Tatt Dad again forced his cock down my throat, again past the point of no return. Fortunately I was ready, and didn't gag, even finding a way to breath around his cock as he flexed his muscle deep inside my throat. I grunted with pleasure when I felt him flex his dick again and again, and then felt Wolf Dad pour what I assumed to be lube on my hole. I could tell the stuff was somewhat sticky, still it did a decent job in readying me to accommodate Wolf Dad's thick fingers that he was determined to push into my hole. DAMMMN! The stretching of my ass lips was a shock, but Wolf Dad was relentless. I tried to focus on deep-throating, but the finger fucking my hole was hard and rough. Then I felt something small and hard being forced into my hole, and instantly my hole was burning. I tried to pull off check-out the new assault, but Tatt Dad held me in place as Wolf Dad finger-fucked me with whenever was now deep in my hole. It burned and stung but slowly I could feel my heart start to race. My head swam and I could focus on the finger in my hole, stuffing me and stretching me, as the cock in my throat pushed its way further down my throat. I looked up and felt like things were moving in slow motion. I was now watching Tatt Dad's cock pull-out of my mouth and stab himself back-in, ball-deep. I could feel the pressure as my nose met the base of his body over and over. I moaned with him. My hips began to gyrate without control. Wolf Dad I know now had three fingers in my hole. I felt him add each one and the sensation was incredible. My hole felt for lack of a better word hungry. It was resistant to the stretching but the feeling was amazing. I felt the fingers push into me inch for inch and finally I felt him rubbing the head of his cock against my hole. His wet hands wrapped around my hips and he slammed himself in. The first sensation was a shock. My eyes went wide. I knew there was pain excruciating pain happening, but I looked up and watched Tatt Dad's head throw back again and again he thrust into my mouth. As I felt the enormous cock push into me from behind at the same time, I felt my knees and legs begin to shake, it seemed as if I was being ripped in two by the cock in my ass. The stretching sensation and pain were beyond anything I had ever dreamt. I know I was screaming, but I was pretty much deaf to the sound of my own cries. Eventually I felt two heavy large balls resting on my ass. Tatt Dad pulled out of my throat and my head and shoulders hit the floor as Wolf Dad pushed me down and I felt him flex his huge cock in my hole. He was growling as he flexed it and I felt my ass cheeks being manipulated. I swear I could hear my insides moving to accommodate him. Then Wolf Dad began to fuck me. 'OHHH! GODDD!' I screamed, as I felt the cock begin to pull out of me. Because my ass had never before experienced his girth, not surprisingly I was hugging his cock, and with each withdraw of his cock, it felt as though he was gonna pull out my insides as he pulled back. 'OOOOH MY FUCKING GOD!' I again yelled as he pumped back in, balls-deep. I felt his large hand grab my hair and pull up forcing my back to arch as I looked up to the cieling seeing a giant mirror. I watched as beer can thick dick pulled out and slammed back into me from my reflection above. My mouth was wide open. I heard my self moaning and yelling, but it was surreal watching myself getting fucked so damn good. Then the lights came on. Tatt Dad was holding a video camera recording and smiling. I looked directly into the camera yelling and moaning as my life was being fucked out of me. His mouth moved but all I could hear was the sound of my own grunting and the pounding of balls slapping my ass. "You like that cum slut," I finally heard Tatt Dad say. I looked straight at the camera, shook my head 'no', and bit my lip, then forced myself back on the cock behind me let out a loud moan 'FUCK YES!' Both Tatt Dad and Wolf Dad exploded with a "Yeaaaah!!" as I pushed myself back on the cock that was assaulting me. I grunted and fucked myself again and again as Wolf Dad began slapping my ass cheeks with firm slaps with every time I made it, balls deep. Naturally I continued fucking myself hard on Wolf Dad's incredible cock. Finally Wolf Dad pulled out completely, and rolled me over onto my back, as Tatt Dad handed him the camera. I noticed Tatt Dad's wagging dick was covered in streaks of pink and red. "I FUCKING LOVE A GOOD FRESHLY LOOSE BOY HOLE!" Tatt Dad grunted as he kicked open my legs and pushed himself into me, looking into my eyes as his dick stretched my hole again, this time deeper, rather than wider. I felt him hit a stopping point in me and I shook my head, moaning in pain, but no, but he just slammed himself in and I felt a hard 'pop' as he pounded into my second hole. My head flew back and hit the floor as my back arched upward and he began fucking my second hole with the same roughness that broke down the integrity of my first hole. I grabbed the back of my knees and pulled my legs up and open, figuring doing so would open-up my ass even wider to accommodate the two fuck monsters. "YOU LIKE THAT DADDY DICK, YOU FUCKING SLUT!" Tatt Dad growled as he fucked me, to which I grunted my reply "OH, FUCK DADDY! FUCK DADDY, FUCK, OH DADDY, FUCK!" "YEAH, TAKE THAT DADDY DICK, BOY, TAKE IT! FUUUCK!" I was lost, my head swimming in the experience. Finally Tatt Dad pulled out, and I lay there shaking, as Wolf Dad climbed back on top of me, slid in, and resumed where he had left off. "YOU READY FOR YOUR FIRST LOAD, YOU SLUT?" Wolf Dad exclaimed. "FUCK...YE..YESS!" I moaned in assent between his thrusts. Finally Wolf Dad pulled out and I felt streams of cum shoot over my hole and balls. He wiped his cock in his own cum load, and shoved himself back in. The camera came in close to my face and I heard Tatt Dad ask "You like that daddy cum inside you, boy?" "Yes fuck yes sir" I whimpered softly. Tatt Dad then lifted me up, and sitting on the the couch, encouraging me to sit on his cock. My hole was so hungry. I climbed onto the couch, positioning myself over his cock, and leaning forward and holding onto his shoulders, I slid down on his pole in one smooth movement, gyrating my hips to maximize our pleasure. My eyes rolled in the back of my head as I concentrated on milking a load out of him. After a minute or so, Tatt Dad grabbed me by the neck and pulled me against his chest, just as I felt Wolf Dad's hard cock pushing up against my hole. I screamed in protest, but they would have none of that, and were apparently prepared for my reaction, as Tatt Dad shoved a cloth on my face as I gasped in pain, and breathing in the fumes of the substance with which the cloth was soaked, my head swam and my hole relaxed, but not enough for what was coming. Wolf Dad forced his cock into me and I felt myself tearing inside. I tried to scream, but only inhaled more of the strange, dense aroma from the cloth, which made me dizzy and distracted me from the pain. At some point I realized Tatt Dad was video taping this encounter, including the culmination of the double-dicking when I felt their cum blowing inside me. Then I passed out. When I woke up I was laying on a bed which was shaking because there was someone on me. I didn't recognize the guy between my legs. He was older and bald, but not in horrible shape, but smelled like musk. I felt him push deep inside and could feel his cum shooting into me. I looked around as he climbed off me and saw a room full of guys fucking and sucking. I was in the middle of an orgy. I saw Wolf Dad walk up to me and he put his mouth between my legs as he tongued my hole, felching the fresh load that had just been deposited inside me. I couldn't help but moan in pleasure. Then Wolf Dad climbed over me, shoved his dick in, and spat the load all over my face. Instinctively I licked and tried to swallow his spit. Wolf Dad pumped me a few times and yelled as he blew yet another load. He was apparently still good for another one. I looked to my side, and saw Tatt Dad who was seated in a chair just a few feet from the bed, and who was fucking a boy who looked vaguely familiar. As I watched, a large muscular black man climbed on top of me and shoved his dick in, balls-deep. I grunted as he fucked me. "YEAH BOY, YEAH" he muttered over and over as he shoved his cock balls deep. I was utterly stunned by the scenes of debauchery. Then I realized where I had seen the boy who was the object of Tatt Dad's attention: he was an acclaimed lacrosse player who had been on the news after having gone missing a few months earlier. I watched as Tatt Dad pulled out, jerked himself a couple of times, blowing his load all over the guy's asshole, only to shove four fingers into the guy's ass (with ease!), massaging the cum into him. The boy moaned and groaned, his muscular body buckling under the power of Tatt Dad hand's pushing into him. I returned my attention the massive black man who was fucking me. He finally shot his load deep inside my hole, making my toes curl as a long grunt escaped my lips. "You always have the fucking best men!" the black man announced as Wolf dad began to felch the load out of my hole again. He walked over to the lacrosse player and shoved his still dick, which was still fully erect, inside the guy's ass. "Fuck," he said, "I forgot how good this one is. Can you add one more to my tab?" "Go for it" Tatt Dad replied, as Wolf Dad pushed back into me, his girth stretching my ass anew. I groaned in pleasure. "Fuck yeah, boy!" he murmured softly and gruffly in my ear. As he kissed me he snowballed into my mouth some of the cum he'd taken from my hole. Of course I eagerly drank it. "You think you still want some more boy?" he asked. I nodded, let my head fall back, and as he sucked on my body and continued to fuck me, I thought 'Oh man, fuck me....'

This is actually a true account... I met Coco through a mutual acquaintance. I was still new to parTying and had few to no reliable connections to hook me up with parTy supplies. So I accompanied my friend S***** when he offered to introduce me to his dealer.I was a bit freaked to say the least, especially once we were turning onto his street, which was in the heart of a bad neighborhood in Central PHX. We got to his place and knocked, and that was how I met Coco. Nothing to swoon over, he was about 5'10" and someone who would check the "more to love" box if he filled out a dating profile. He was a complete asshole. I was told he was bic and that he had an 11" cock. He was part black, white, and PRican. Anyways he gave me his number and told me to call if I needed to stop by again. I started going on my own, and after a few transactions when he decided I was cool, he told me to chill for a bit and handed me a bong. He had to show me what to do. So he tells me to hit it a few times and I'm higher than I have ever been before up to that nite. We start talking and he starts up the porn he had been watching before I arrived. It was a straight porn, but the dudes got me horny. We kept smoking and do some hot rails. I'm so f'd up by this point my lips get loose and I ask if he is really as hung as I had been told. He said yeah, but I asked him to prove it. He dropped his bball shorts, no undies and sure enough, a girthy uncut and hardening 11" cock jumped out of the waistband and slapped his stomach... he told me I could touch it if I wanted, so I got off my chair and climbed on his bed with him. He took off his muscle tee and before I knew it I was sucking his cock in nothing but a jockstrap I decided to wear that evening just in case I decided to hit up Chute... He asks me to lay on my stomach and put a pillow under me and handed me his bong again. He was saying my ass and running his cock up my ass crack and over my just shaved hole. He asks if I have ever had anyone that big up my ass. I tell him no. And freak out a little. I feel him lubing me up with massage oil, and he asks if I played safe, because only fucked with conforms. I said usually safe and he said cool. Next thing I know he is rolling a magnum down his cock. I was so nervous and tensed up. He tried for 25 mins to get in me,but I couldn't relax, especially knowing he had house guests who could return at any time. He didn't have a bedroom door and his room was was right off the living room and front door, which was also open since he had a security door. Anyway, he finally gave up, I got dressed and left. Nothing happened again until about a year later. I showed up at his place on Halloween night, drunk and needing some Tina to sober me up. I stopped at an ABS first to get a cockring and some Gun Oil because I needed them. This store had an underwear section. I found a jockstrap I liked and decided I'd buy it since I was drunk and impulsive. I got to his place and somebody else answered the door, and I followed him to Coco's room. I smoked a bowl real quick, but was still pretty buzzed. I asked if I could jump in his shower to try and sober up, plus I was sweaty from dancing all nite. He said yeah and handed me a towel. It was kinda a small I found when I was drying off. I left my backpack by his desk and had just the jock I had just purchased. So I put it on and put the towel around my waist, which barely reached. I came out of the bathroom and they were both still smoking and surfing porn. I sat down on the bed and they passed me the bong. His houseguest asked if I slammed, I said only a couple times and he asked if I wanted to since he hated doing it alone. I said sure. He tied a rubber hose around my bicep, found a vein immediately,and administered what was about .45... it was strong and as soon as he released the hose and raised my arm I was coughing and was rushing. I just laid back into his pillows and started rubbing my nips and chest. I started to sweat and undid my towel to wipe my face and neck, laying there in just a cockring and jockstrap. He slammed next while Coco did hot rails, he didn't like needles. I start rubbing my clock through the pouch and the friend starts massaging me, and tells me to turn over, pulls my hold back and up and tongues my hole while Coco watches and is rubbing his cock through his bball shorts. Then the friend goes to his bathroom to piss and shower. I'm still buzzed, rushing, and high as a kite. I take my jock off, and am just stroking to some BB porn on my laptop. Coco tells me to show him my ass... and asks if he can take some pics. I say sure, just no face shots. He asks when I last took some dick, which I truthfully admitted not recently. It had been about 4 months. He tells me he still wants to fuck me, especially since he wasn't able to get it in the last time. He said he would hook me up with more Tina as trade. I was so high I a agreed. So he starts to rim me and play with my hole, I hand him the bottle of Gun Oil I just bought and he pours it all over my ass and works it in my hole, he goes to his desk for a second and gets a good sized shard and works it into me. It burns but its nothing I cant handle. He is now naked and stroking his huge cock. The friend comes back in wearing just boxers and has a new slam prep led for me. Again he administers it, I cough again, only longer because its stronger. We open up the blinds to his patio door and his window. He lived in a crush, but seedy apt complex that had a mostly gay population. He puts me on my back while the friend is kicking back, smoking and stroking. He asks if I'm ready and I nod... I just assumed he wrapped up based on our safe play only conversation,so when he asked how his raw cock felt in my bare hole I kinda got nervous and started to tighten up. He said not to worry, he was clean and rarely barebacked, especially with gay dudes. I finally relaxed and my body started to loosen up, as did my very stretched and very cock stuffed hole and he was only halfway in. He added more lube as he slowly sank more of his 11" into me. He told his friend to take some pics of him opening me up. And next thing I know one of his regular customers enters through the patio door. He didn't know I was a bottom so was little surprised to see me with Coco's dick balls deep in me. So he is watching and smoking, and Coco pulls out so I can get on all fours. His customer is comments on my "phat bubble butt" and how he never woulda guessed I was a bottom and never woulda guessed I had such a nice ass because I always had on baggy sweats or dickies workpants and oversized tees that hid my ass. Coco spreads my bubble butt cheeks and adds more Gun Oil, then starts to reenter me and my still tight, but willing asshole. Coco just keeps telling me how hot my hole is. How tight, warm, wet, and soft it is, how hot it feels every time I tighten up and work my ass muscles. I am meaning into a pillow when I am given the bong to hit, which I hit hard and blow some massive clouds as I am being fucked bareback by my drug dealer and his huge raw uncut cock. I can feel him precumming in me as he is fucking me. Before long he is fucking me deeper and faster so I know he is about to blow. He had already told me he would pull out, but never did. He just kept fucking me, fucking his load into me and lubing my hole with his cum. He finally pulls out and can't believe how good my ass felt, better than any pussy and no fears of me getting knocked up. I needed something to drink, so put on my jock, my sweatpants and hoodie and walked next door to Circle K for Gatorade. On my way back I saw his regular leaving. He saw me and invited me to co.e smoke and chill with him across the complex, his girlfriend was staying with a friend. I agree, and we get to his place, I immediately take my hoodie and sweatpants off and go get cleaned up in his bathroom. When I return he has a bi porn on his flat screen and a loaded bong. He is in a muscle shirt and bball shorts. He looks rough in the face, but has a pretty hot body from what I can see. We pass the bong back and forth and then he loses his clothes and is stroking his cock. I decide to blow him without asking, he gets harder in my mouth. After I kneel down on the floor and jerk off while I am sitting up straight. The next thing I feel is his hand pushing my shoulders forward and bending me over. He spits on my hole, then his cock and mounts me from behind. He is nowhere near as big as Coco, but still above average and grabs my hips while he long strokes his raw cock in and our of my just fucked hole. He hits all the right spots and before I know it I am cunning, which makesy hole spasm and tighten around his cock, causing him to lose his load too. He pulls out and then eats my hole. Tells me my ass is amazing and so much better than his girl's pussy. It was a good night.

AMEN. I am anti party myself. As a top, bottoms, that have partied, are to figgity and unable to release control. As a bottom, tops, that have partied, can't even get hard. Don't see the point myself in partying

Total ass guy here. Turn on when I find a bottom guy who lets me skip foreplay/oral and let me start fucking his hole.

Damn the tale of the horse dicked black stud fucking white boy hole deep is such a turn on, was very fortunate to live that fantasy several times when i lived in SF. Many times when I was bringing a trick home he'd be saying all the way "Man, why did I agree to this; You're a small guy, you'll never be able to take all my dick " I'd just smile. I'd make sure we were both good n high brefore getting the stud to do a bit of role play, where he was the master and was fucking my pussy hard & deep. I love to sit on it at first, just to get used to the size; I loved watching their eyes widen with passion when I slid all the way down to the base, then I'd squeeze it...really hard....really tight. Then I'd slide it out, get on elbows & knees with my open, pulsing hole in the air and say "OK stud, I think we've settled whether I can take it or not...now, FUCK ME". At the start they'd always say they'd stay for a little bit. They'd usually leave 3-4 hrs later, completely drained after 3-4 huge loads, muttering "Damn, that was some GOOD pussy"

Hey guys- this is sort of left field, but for any of you who enjoy having your tits worked hard during sex, or enjoy having them pinched and stretched in general-- I was at Home Depot today getting a few things , and happened upon a new nipple sex toy--in the pest control section!! Seems there is a "Better" mouse trap- instead of a metal bar snapping down on the rodent, this one has a thick elastic band that "humanely" rolls onto the rat as it enters the trap. Well, since you really don't want to roll off the elastic after the rat dies, they sell replacement elastics- 20 in a pack for about $4 USD . The name of the trap is NOOSKI - a New Zealand item. If any of you are familiar with the elasticators that some S & M shops used to sell, these rings are pretty similar- I found them easy enough to spread using my fingers to roll them over the nipple and then release the ring back up behind the nipple-- and, more importantly- they WILL roll off with a little effort, so removal will not be a problem ( or trip to the ER)

Just thought I'd share this story with you guys, especially you guys who think that partied up bottoms are a good time. Because in my experience, they never are. Never had a good fuck with a guy who was high on Tina. This is why I don't do it myself. There is this guy I met on BBRT a few months ago who is a complete bottom. And he's hot as hell- 32, short, slim, toned, smooth hairless body and a great little ass that is just made for fucking. The first time I met him, he was hosting an anon motel room pump n dump scene. I was horny as hell so I went over, got hard, fucked him and dropped a load in him and bounced. He contacted me the next day and told me that he thought I was hot and would love to meet for a longer one-on-one session, just us. I was very interested. Before we met the next time, he asked if I was cool with him partying and I told him I don't fuck guys who are partied up. I started to withdraw my interest at that point, but he promised he wouldn't party. He kept that promise- we met, had amazing, hot passionate sex and I've bred him a few times after that. Well, this morning he texted me and asked if I wanted to meet. It had been a while and I was really fucking horny, so we agreed to meet late afternoon at a cheap motel since neither of us could host. When we met, I noticed a little baggy of white powder. I asked him what it was. The answer: Tina. He asked if that's ok. I guess he "forgot" I don't do bottoms that party. I said I preferred he didn't but he insisted he was going to just do "just a little." I was so horny at that point that I wasn't going to leave, so I just said, "well I guess if you have to..." I probably should have just left because the awesome sex we used to have turned into a shit session this time. I was rock hard during foreplay, but when I tried fucking him, he was impossible. Squirming like crazy. When I was on top of him, he kept trying to control my motions by pushing my torso back and almost simultaneously pulling me in. I literally had to exert extra effort to fight back against his resistance to be able to actually fuck him. It was making me start to lose my boner. I was the top, I needed to be in control. All he needed to do was just lay there like a good bottom. Then he starts saying his ass feels very wet and he thinks the water from when he douched was coming out. Over and over again he was saying this. I told him it wasn't and everything was fine. Then he started asking if there was a smell. I said no, and I'll let him know if anything was wrong. But no, he had to keep asking these questions until he finally got off the bed to go check. When he came back I had no hard on anymore. I told him between all the squiminess and his worries about being wet/dirty, I didn't think it was gonna work. He insisted that everything was fine and to please "don't be like that." At this point I just wanted to blow my load that was practically aching in my balls to come out. I put him on his back, forced his legs back and held his hands down against the bed and pounded the shit out of him. Then I shot a huge load inside him and then got off him. But I was still frustrated with him. I know guys who are pro-partying might tell me that a bottom can be squirmish and worrisome sober. That may be true, but my response to that is that every partied bottom I've ever fucked has had these issues. So what bottoms like him need to realize is that while they are in the clouds feeling on top of the world, chances are they are annoying and frustrating their sober top without even realizing it. I'm just so irritated with this guy right now, I wonder if I will ever meet with him again. Fucking him today was not pleasurable, it was just plain frustrating. And he didn't even realize it. Anyone else ever seem to have this problem with partied bottoms? Would love to hear other experiences and opinions on this matter.

Officially broke my record and there are still two more days of Folsom Europe. Thursday got fucked 20 times, Friday 17 at the biohazard party. Tonight I broke my record with 26 fucks and 5 fists in one night. Previous record was 24. My pig hole is sore but makes me a happy piggy. Tomorrow the naked party, for more raw cock for my pig hole.

I quit 32 days ago. I found an app called My Last Cigarette that helps keep me on track. Since I quit smoking I have NOT smoked 638 cigarettes, there has been 306,000 deaths due to cigarettes and I've increased my life span 2 day and 18 minutes and a lot more than info than that also.

I agree with Tiger, this is not a fantasy story this is reality

I like living in a college town. I also like Grindr. Met this 23 year old college guy - Latino, good looking sort of Joe average with wide shoulders, a little extra meat on him and a nice thick uncut cock. He wanted to get blown but I had other ideas. I sucked him well and had him squirming. I was surprised when he pulled me into a 69 and sucked my dick like a pro. I opened up my legs and sort of angled my ass toward him. He strted touching my hole which I had douched out and preloaded with enough lube to float a small boat. He laughed and asked me if it was lube or cum and I said, taste it and find out. He laughed, licked my hole and said, No flava man. We gotta fix that; and with that he moved off and proceeded to push that hog of a uncut cock up my hole. He asked me how I wanted it and I said, slow and deep man. Fuck me like you mean it. That boy fucked me for about 20-25 minutes and I came all over his bed. Once I did he started long cocking me. With all that lube the sound was hot as fuck. He started filling my hole and held me against his hips and unloaded. His dick was so thick I could feel it pulse with every shot. I started to get up and he sort of held me down, pushed in again and I will be damned if he didnt just fuck me all over again. He has a room mate that occasionally shares tricks. I can't wait.

Yeah... I don't find this surprising. I've said it before.... It's not natural to wear a condom. Not the way nature intended. Skin to skin... That sensation? None like it. That's the way it is supposed to be. Good to hear. Means less seed is going to waste.

I am obsessed with ass. I fantasize about it non-stop. Every attractive man I see, I instantly imagine pulling his pants down and DEVOURING his ass right then and there. The sight, smell, taste, and the feel of ass... I love every bit of it.

I luv a good piece of ass!

Same here. Love to work on an ass just that way. Look at it framed in a jock

My biological father was killed in a car accident when I was 10 years old, leaving my mom and me on our own. My mom struggled as a single mom for a couple years, but she was miserable without a man in her life, so it was hardly surprising to me when she started to date again. What was very surprising was that when she finally picked a second husband, she chose Bud. My dad had been an incredibly intelligent, cultured, and soft-spoken academic, and Bud...wasn't. My dad used to spend hours on the weekend absorbed in books, but Bud was more the type to spend hours on a chair in front of the TV, drinking beer (and if we were lucky, he'd be wearing pants). But he was nice to my mom, and nice to me, and my mom stopped worrying all the time and seemed more relaxed. I know that some people, in particular my biological father's family, used to question her decision to remarry so soon and why she chose a man so unlike my father, but she just used to say, "He makes me laugh" and leave it at that. I did overhear her talking to a friend once, who asked the same question, and instead of her usual answer, she replied, "Because when I'm riding his monster cock, I can cum two or three times for every time he does." I didn't really get it at the time, but like I said, she was happy and relaxed, and so I was too. I asked Bud one time, before he married my mom, what his real name was. He told me that his parents had wanted everyone to like him, so they named him Buddy. But as he got older, he shorted it to Bud. Then he told me how, even though he knew that he could never replace my father, my mom was very important to him, and so that meant that I was very important to him too. He knew that having a man around was very important to a boy in his teen years, so he hoped that I would soon feel comfortable to talk to him about anything. He was so sincere, and my mom was so invested in this new relationship, that I bypassed the stage where most step-kids resent the new man in the house. Even so, although Bud and I tried, but when it came down to it, we had very little in common. I was very much my father's son: quiet and introspective, shy and lacking confidence, not in the best shape, whereas Bud was loud, brash, in-your-face, a proudly self-proclaimed redneck. Even so he'd pretend to take an interest in my schooling, and I'd pretend to enjoy watching football with him, and we had a friendly relationship, which was a relief because I started having some interesting changes happening to my body around then, and he was right, it was nice having a male friend to talk to about it. He got me through wet dreams and pubic hair, masturbation and shaving, all without a scratch (literally). It was interesting, but as Bud's and my friendship got stronger, his relationship with my mom got worse and worse, and so did mine. I think that she envisioned that her second marriage would be mostly about the two of them, with me just hovering on the periphery keeping out of their way. But Bud wasn't having that - we were a family unit. So the two of us got closer, and my mom's jealousy drove her further and further away. It got to the point that when I was 16, and I finally admitted to myself that maybe thinking about the quarterback at school while jacking off meant that I was gay, that Bud was the first one that I told. He hugged me, told me that he loved me, and that he was proud of me, and told me that I might want to hold off on telling my mom until things got better. I was so relieved that he was okay with it, given his proud identity as a redneck, but he just told me, "I think of you like my own son. You are mine, and I'm not getting rid of you that easily". This new insider knowledge made us even closer, causing all sorts of whispered conferences just out of mom's hearing, and private jokes - it wasn't that surprising that she packed up and took off one day. When my mom left, Bud made it clear to everyone, especially me, that he considered me his son and was planning on keeping me with him for the next couple of years until I was 18. I was so relieved that I wasn't going to be uprooted, or lose another parent, but he just hugged me and said, "I told you, I'm not getting rid of you that easily." Since he started working long hours to make up for the loss of the second income, I started picking up my mom's extra work around the house. It wasn't easy, because I kept fucking it up for one reason or another, but Bud was very quick to kindly correct me and get me back on track. He became more and more of a guiding hand over the the next two years, and I spent more and more time with him, because he made me feel good about myself, even though I kept screwing everything up. We talked about college sometimes, and I told him that even though my grades were good enough to go anywhere on a full ride, I wanted to go to the college in town so that I could live at home and take care of him. He agreed to the idea, saying, "I'm not getting rid of you that easily" and chuckling over that old joke. Then, my 18th birthday came around, and everything changed. I woke up the morning of my 18th birthday to a strange tickling sensation. I was startled to find Bud sitting on my bed, in just his jockeys and his ever-present trucker's cap. It was shocking because Bud had always stressed that my room was MY place, and he never entered without permission, until this morning. He was, as I said, sitting on my bed pretty close to naked (I was completely naked, as I had started sleeping that way every summer), and the tickling sensation was his middle finger, slick with lube, sliding back and forth up and down my ass crack. I was paralyzed by the bizarre nature of the situation, so when Bud put his other finger to his lips in the classic "Shh" signal, I obeyed. Then he slid his finger into my hole, and I had to let out a gasp. Even though I was 18, and had known I was gay since I was 16, I was still a virgin. This, ironically, had been advice from Bud - that you only get one first time, so make sure that it's special. So, Bud's probing digit was the first thing to ever enter my hole, and it wasn't the most pleasant intrusion. I tried to wiggle away, but he put a first grip on the leg closest to him and I was stuck. He figured out when he hit my prostate based on my reaction - my eyes got very wide, and I lost my breath. Then he pulled most of the way out and then slammed his finger into my teen G spot again...and again...and again. After three minutes of this, my dick decided it couldn't take anymore and I came, sobbing a little with the intensity of it. I was pretty sure at this point, because I knew with 100% certainty that Bud was straight, that this was a really vivid wet dream - like a birthday present from the universe. So when he reached out and scooped up my cum off my chest, and held it out to me on dripping fingers, I obediently opened my mouth and starting sucking his hand clean. I heard from his end of the bed the snap of a cap, and the pop of a Ziploc bag opening, but was so focused on doing a good job that I didn't pay attention until his fingers (this time middle and index) slid into me again. This time the intrusion burned more than before, and it staying warm even after the initial burn. In fact, by the time he was deep as my prostate again, my whole ass felt like it was smoldering. The shock from my prostate felt ten times better, and when he pulled all the way out, my ass had never felt so empty. The pop of the Ziploc again, and his fingers were back - this time the smoldering turned into a full-on blaze of lust. My ass needed to be filled, and stretched, and used. I was making little noises in the back of my throat, and when he pulled his fingers out of my hole again, they got louder. Bud smiled, and wiping his lubed fingers on his jockeys, he stood up and came to loom over me. I could see his enormous bulge straining at his briefs, and I remembered, as a kid, hearing my mom use the term 'monster cock', but the feeling from my ass was making it hard to focus on anything but how empty my ass was. He looked down at me and smiled, saying, "I've been waiting for this day for some time now, boy. I thought about it often enough, and almost jumped the gun a couple of times, but I realize that it is very important for your development that you understand that this is a choice, and that you are an adult, and aren't being manipulated or victimized, so that when you decide to embrace it, you know that it was your choice, okay?" My head was starting to spin, too much for me to really understand what he was saying, but I felt I had to acknowledge him somehow, so I grunted. He continued, "The choice is that you can either tell me to fuck off right now, and I'll leave and we'll forget this ever happened, or you can ask me to stay, but that means that you do everything, and I mean EVERYTHING that I say. It's your choice." My head was spinning even harder now, and I was desperate for some physical contact to hang on to, so I started groping blindly in his direction, which is how I grabbed hold of his cock. My mom was right - it was a monster. He laughed and pulled my hand off, holding me firmly by the wrist, saying, "I need to hear the words, boy - either go or stay." I focused as hard as I could and gasped out "stay" - whatever he had planned couldn't be worse than this isolated, horny, bizarre spinning feeling. Bud feigned confusion, "Sorry, couldn't quite catch that..." I was sobbing again, the feelings of lust and emptiness so strong within me, and so I sobbed out a much louder and definite "Please stay". When he chuckled, it froze my blood - I had never heard him sound so...well...evil was the best way to describe it. He shucked his underpants, and his monster cock sprung free. Then he pulled my chin so that I was looking directly into his eyes, and said, "You asked for it, faggot." Coming soon - part 2.

A true cumdump refuses no cock. Hot/ugly, young/old makes no difference. It’s all about quantity not quality. A true cumdump knows he has an insatiable pussy/cunt and does not confuse this with his masculinity. He is proud of his pussy. A true cumdump can suck in most size cocks into his well trained pussy using just spit as lube. A true cumdump’s cock remains, flaccid and useless when getting bred because ALL feeling and concentration is solely on his cunt. A true cumdump’s pussy can in a second go from loose and sloppy to tight muscle squeezing to drain the load. A true cumdump keeps the sperm in him as long as possible. A true cumdump’s god is cock and sperm is his communion.

The following story isn't a true story yet... Tom is a young guy, he is 23, white, hairy body with a hot bubble butt. Tom is into the kinkier side of sex but is too nervous to explore where to take it. He spends much of his time cruising the sex sites and talking to guys about being a pig. He is a tease to much of these men. Never meets up with them. Last night he was extra horny and had been drinking. This is his story. I was chatting with Paul. Paul is a older daddy type guy who gets into kinky things. Normally, I don't go for them or stay away. I don't want to catch anything. This daddy was hitting all my buttons. I was a bit buzzed from drinks with the coworkers and it had been months since I'd been fucked. I was getting pretty aroused. He asked me if I PNP. I said no but had always thought about what it'd be like. He said that he only slams and sometimes does G. I said I would be up for trying that. He mentioned he loves to give a boy his first slam and take him to new heights. This hit me buttons and I got his address and was on my way. When he opened the door he was 6ft hairy body stocky and was in his mid 40s. He was very hot and his appearance and demeanor made me think daddy. I was very comfortable right away. He got me some water and told me to drink. I have to stay hydrated. He had me get naked and gave me a leather harness and a jock strap to put on. Once I had those on he took me to the bathroom and showed me the stuff to clean out. He said to get it squeaky clean while he prepared the supplies. I finished cleaning soaped up my hole. I was a bit nervous at this point but I felt to uninhibited. Being there and going to try this new experience. We ended up in his bedroom. He strapped something around my arm and told me to pump my fist. He said I have good veins and slid in the point. He pulled back and blood mixed in, then he injected the liquid in. He told me he used this point before and that I am getting it second hand. I was nervous. I asked are you Positive. He said yes. I knew I was done for. He released the belt and I felt an amazing wave and rush. I coughed a couple times and heard a ringing. All I could think of is where is the dick in my hole. He did his slam and climbed on top of me shoved his face in my crack and went to town on my hole. He got me so wet and slick. He grabbed a rag and sprayed some poppers on and forced me to sniff while he stuck his 0 gauge PA in my hole. He said he was gonna tear my ass up and own it. Make me his Aids Whore. I didn't care. I just knew I wanted his cock and seed. I was flying from the poppers and the slam. I was riding his cock and taking what he was giving me. Soon he came. He made me beg for his aids cum. After he came inside me he shoved a butt plug in. He then preceded to open the bedroom door and 5 husky men walked in. They had the hungry look in their eyes. They were going to make sure I converted. He gave me a another slam and then pissed down my throat. I was so high at this point I was begging for seed. Guy no.1 rips the butt plug out and shoves his dick in and breeds me quickly. He pulls out and goes to my mouth while guy number 2 takes his turn. This won't on for several hours. Then guy number 2 and three force me to get on my feet while guy 2 lays down. I am then made to sit on his cock. Guy 2 pull me close to him and kisses me intensely and then guy number 3 shoves his dick in. If I wasn't ripped before I was now. I never knew my hole could stretch that far. I felt so full and complete. I was begging them to change my life forever. I felt so satisfied for the first time being a true slut and not worrying about status. I knew I had finally found my true nature. Being a slut, doing what pleases my top to get rewarded with his raw poz seed. I went back the next weekend and we went to Steamworks and he slammed me in the room and then pimped me out to anyone who wanted a hole to seed. I later came down with the flu and I knew my life was different.

I love to tag team bottoms with other tops but sometimes it's hard to find tops that want to do this. Sometimes they don't react at all when I contact them on hook up sites and sometimes they say they prefer 1-1 or they ask me to send more pics of myself.i always reply that I'm not the one going to get bred...when im looking for tops I glance quickly at their pics and if they r in decent shape with decent cock it's good enough for me. I have organized gangbangs and sexpartys where there is good vibe among tops but sometimes it's just plain awkward...it's fun to be egging other tops on while they fuck a bottom and when they step aside and let u take over and start egging u on. But I guess that's what makes it excites...u never know what to expect.

This literally just happened 30 minutes ago. I got this text message on my phone saying "I'm hosting now" and that's all it said. I had no idea who this was or where they got my number but I thought it was a straight guy with whom I had spoken, having connected through Craigslist. He wanted me to fuck him, and he told me to bring condoms, which lead me to think 'Hmmm - if he doesn't have any condojms, then there's a good chance I'll get to bread this sucker'. So, with that hope, I traveled to his house, and, as he had told me, the door was unlocked. Walking in, I found him laying down on a towel, wearing girlie pajama pants. I assume they were his girlfriend's and that he likes to wear them - to feel like less of a man and like the bitch that I was about to make him. I approached him, slid down his girlie pajamas and started lubing up his HAIRY fuckhole with the lube that was on the night table. I started sliding into his TIGHT hairy hole and don't even get the head in when he looked back and asked "Where's the condom?" I was utterly distracted - this guy was one sexy fucker. Hell, I hadn't given any thought to his appearance when he and I were texting - I just wanted a sweet hole to fuck. And bingo, I fucking hit the jackpot. He was handsome, scruffy bearded, and maybe 24 or 25 years old, about 5' 8'' (I LOVE 'em short) and 160 pounds. A fuckin' wet dream. I had to think quickly, so I replied with this lie: "Sorry, guy. I don't have any condoms. I have a girlfriend and apparently we ran-out when we fucked the other day, and, of course, being a woman, she didn't tell me to pick-up more. I also sometimes wonder if she doesn't stock-up because if there's a whole box, she thinks I'll carry 'em and I'll fuck every girl I can." With this I thought (hoped!) he'd simply say "Okay, fuck me bare," but no, his reply was "That's cool" and he reached-over and grabbed a condom from his night table drawer. FUCK! "Will a magnum fit?" "Yeah dude, just put it on me" Well naturally, like most of you fellow breeders, I believe that condoms are the devil, so when he put the condom on me and I was very concerned I'd go soft, but fortunately I knew I'd have a couple of minutes before my dick gave-up the ghost, so I devised a plan in my head that got me even more excited. At this point he was bent over in a position that made it difficult for us to fuck, but I kept it up as long as possible, if only to give him a sense of security. Then we changed positions, and he rode my cock, a position that, by the way, I absolutely hate, as I much prefer to be in control of the fuck. My sense is bottoms should simply kneel on all fours and take my nut, so after a couple more minutes of tearing-up his hole, I suggested the doggie position, and also made sure he saw I was still wearing the condom. Then when he was in the right position, I came-up behind him, discretely took-off the condom, and, my cock pointed straight at his beautiful hairy fuckhole, I slid into my fucking prize. Fuck yeah! This is what I was waiting for. I could feel his hairy hole welcoming my sweet seven inch cock as it slid in and out of him, getting wetter and wetter from the precum I was dumping into his sweet ass. After ten minutes during which I pounded his hole doggy-style, and being so fucking turned on I knew I needed to cum soon - before he suspected anything, I started fucking him harder and harder and treating him like the bitch I knew he wanted to be. I was getting closer and closer 'til finally I pulled out and shot a MASSIVE load all over his hairy wet hole. I pretended that I took off the condom, and got dressed and headed home, proud of myself for stealth barebacking my first guy. Maybe next time I will breed him and then he won't find out until I'm gone and he has cum leaking from his hole. PS: This is the first story I've ever written. I just wanted to share it because it was the first time I ever stealthed a guy! I might be tempted to write more if you guys like.

We live in an awesome time! Grindr is like the best invention ever. The following story is 100% true. The names are changed for good reason. It was a Friday night and I had been stood up by the guy with whom I had been talking to for a few weeks. However, as I'm the kind of guy who has more than one plan, I pulled-out my phone and texted John, another guy with whom I had been talking to on and off, but with whom I had never met. As it turned-out, John had also been stood up for a date, and while that's a sad tale, it worked out for me! So John and I made plans to meet up. I went to the bathroom and made all necessary preparations for an evening that I wasn't even sure would happen. I told John ahead of time we'd see, but that I wouldn't just fuck him for the sake of fucking (that was a lie). It was a warm night, and we decided to go to the drive in, they were playing a triple feature. It would be a long night, plenty of time to hang out, talk, get to know one another. Then we would see where it went. So, we get there, movie number one comes on. We talk a bit, get the standard talk out of the way. Where ya from, what do you do for work, hobbies, etc etc blah blah. I turned and looked at him dead in the eye and asked "Did you bring any lube tonight?" "Yeah, but I thought we weren't gonna fool around. I thought we were gonna just talk." I chuckled and replied "Yeah, we did that: you work for (x) you like (x) etc etc blah blah. Now I want my hole stuffed full of dick. You wanna fuck?" "Fuck yeah" was his simple reply, "but I don't have any condoms." "Did I ask if you brought condoms? I need your cum balls deep in my ass, as many times as you can shoot over the next three movies." I then slid his basketball shorts down around his ankles and took his semi into my mouth, sucking him to a full erection. (Side note: car sex us hot, but confining.) When he was at full stature, I looked up at him, let his cock slap out of my mouth and onto his chest with a solid thwap as I undid my belt and slid my pants off. Guiding his face to my dick, he sucked me, fingering my hole at the same time. I had to try to be quiet as the drive-in was somewhat crowded and the car windows were down. We were in the backseat, radio on, and lights off. As John worked his fingers into my hungry ass I started bucking up into his mouth with my hard cock. He pulled out of me, and off of me and I game him a WTF? look. He grabbed the lube, slathered-up his cock and my hole and asked "Are you ready?" I looked him dead in the eyes and replied "Fuck me," and boy, did he. He started off slow, sliding just the tip inside, he leaned in and kissed me. While we were kissing he rammed the rest of his cock home smacking my prostate and making my dick jump. We got into a steady rhythm, hard fast slow steady. His raw dick see sawing in and out of my tight hole in a few different positions (again: car sex has limitations). After about ten minutes he looked me in the eye and said "Fuck man, your ass is tight. It feels awesome on my dick! I'm getting close, where...." I cut off his question replying "Balls deep, man, breed me!" With that John grunted and shot rope after rope of his seed inside of my tight hole causing me to blow my cum all over the interior of the car. He stayed inside me until he went soft and slipped-out. We then watched the end of the first movie. If there is demand there will be part 2 and 3

Poptronic---you just detailed my experiences of being with PNP-ers, too. I just don't like being around them. They THINK they are so horned and in the moment--but the reality so different. Some of the worst sex of my life...

2 yrs old, but I just found it. http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=H8QmX-G873-

I still have a few at home - just in case- but they are all years past the expiration date. So my guess is they will break.

I love virgin ass and do my best to find as much as I can; and with this town having over 50,000 college students, there are always guys who are looking to try gay sex for the first time. It is a lot of fun to see a nervous guy taking his first dick, and knowing my cock is the first one ever to fill his ass. Even better when I fill his ass with its first load of sperm. I make it a point not to fuck a guy rough if he says it is his first time. The last thing I want is to hurt him or turn him off from experimenting with guys. My goal is to make sure they embrace being bi or gay. The more guys who love to fuck, the better for all of us.

I've felt like something is wrong with me for so long because this is how I feel. I honestly didn't realize there were so many others that felt this way. Maybe it's because it's been so hard for me to find others who really want this as well. It really is nice to know I'm not alone in this. Your last statement is precisely on spot.

Today went to the glory holes in Dublin. Sucked a number of cocks. Backed onto two of them and got two loads. Think one guy still though he was fucking my mouth until he came in my ass. He pulled back and saw my ass in the hole, and did not see to be a happy camper. I was, I'd just got his load!!!

Can't wait for the next chapter

There is nothing like getting fucked with a huge raw cock, feeling it twitch inside and then taking the seed, damn it feels good

Part 14: Epilogue - Decade Viktor: Had they ever been so young? Viktor wondered, looking at the framed picture in his hands. The picture Tommy had taken on Halloween ten years ago. It had been three weeks since the funeral. Scott’s funeral. He had been sure his tears would run dry eventually. But he still cried himself to sleep every night. It had been so sudden. Witnesses had said Scott was crossing the street. Drunk driver. Ran a red light. Scott was gone before Viktor could even get to the hospital. Viktor had been sure he would be the first to go. Scott tested positive a few months after they started dating but had always stayed pretty healthy. Viktor had not been so lucky. He was that one who always been hardest hit by the disease. They surely shared the same strain, but Scott had responded to well to the meds. Viktor had not. Tommy and Greg had been at the funeral but Viktor barely remembered seeing them. Nothing seemed to matter anymore. Not even old friends. He stood and walked over to the mirror. The wasting had set in within months of that Halloween night a decade ago. His cheeks hallowing out. His eyes becoming sunken. Work had dried up of course. No one wanted to hire a model who looked sick. Even companies selling HIV meds and services wanted handsome, healthy looking men. But Scott had stayed with him, had loved him, through it all. They had shared ten wonderful years together. Viktor knew he had let himself go even further since Scott died. He hadn’t shaved since the morning of the funeral. He just couldn’t be bothered. The beard, like his hair, was grey and disheveled. He barely recognised himself. And yet, he knew that face in the mirror. He had seen it ten years ago. On the night of the “seance”. The man who had fucked him. Infected him. “Hello Viktor.” A voice said behind him but there was no reflection in the mirror. Viktor turned slowly. The demon stood there, looking much as he had done years ago. If anything, he seemed younger. Viktor felt a wave a bitterness as he looked at the creature. “I’ve been expecting you, Zburător. Or do you still prefer Sebastian?” “I think we have more important matters to discuss that what you choose to call me. It is time for the third payment. I believe the terms were that the third payment would be do ‘after a heart is broken beyond hope.’ That seems to be a fairly accurate description of you, don't you think?“ “Why should I make this last payment? What if I refuse?” The demon tilted it’s head as if considering something. “If you recant now, everything that followed on from the night of the contract will never have happened.” “And that is supposed to be a threat? Look at me. Look at what your contract has done to me.” Zburător’s laugh was cruel. “Do you really not understand? If there had been no contract. then there would have been no love with Scott. He would have continued to resent you, to hate you, and — eventually — he would have succeeded in driving you out of his little circle of friends. You had ten years of happiness together. Would you throw them away so lightly?” “No. I would not throw them away.” Viktor’s voice was just a whisper. “But would he still be alive?” “No.” The demon said with a smile. “If you break your contract, I will make sure that he doesn’t. And I will make sure that you remember just enough to know what you lost. But you will remember none of the details. All those memories would be lost. Was your time together worth so little?” “That’s not fair.” “Did you really expect me to be ‘fair’?” Viktor was trapped. He had no option. None. He couldn’t give up those years with Scott. Not even to get his health back. “What is it you want me to do?” “You are going to fuck two men, breed them, and infect them with HIV. the same as you did to Scott.” “Who?” “Oh come now. You already know who one of them is. Michael did not recognise you, but you recognised yourself in the club that night. You told me so. And now you recognise that future self when you look in the mirror. You are going to, quite literally, go fuck yourself.” “And the second man?” “You have provided me entertainment.. and sustenance from you and your friends. I’m feeling generous and have chosen to reward you. You will be the one who takes Michael Christian’s virginity. Or, depending how you look at it, you already were that man.” Viktor nodded slowly. It made sense now. A little piece of the puzzle falling into place. But could he do this? He had already let the demon manipulate him into infecting Scott. Something he had always regretted. He hadn’t seen Michael in years. Hadn’t really thought much about him really. Michael had changed. Not just his appearance, or the strange ageing that set in so suddenly, but something more fundamental. It was like part of him was missing. Some part of his soul. Like Viktor and Scott, he had tested positive within months of that Halloween night. He tried to hide it but the virus left it’s mark on his body, as it had with Viktor himself. As Viktor and Scott had settled into domestic bliss, Michael had taken a different route. He was the subject of gossip in the gay community: the ‘total top’ who had fucked every pretty boy he wanted… was in the bathhouses four or five nights a week. Always face down, ass in the air, begging guys to use him. He had even ended up going some bareback films for some website that specialised in guys with the “poz look”. Until he had gotten too sick even for them. So they had drifted apart. All this was Viktor’s fault. He conducted the ceremony that summoned Zburător. He had lied to his friends and told them it was a seance. He had tricked them into the contract. How could he do what the demon was asking? How would he ever live with this guilt? But, no. It didn’t matter, did it? He couldn’t refuse. He couldn’t loose those ten years with Scott. He couldn’t let the demon cause Scott’s death even earlier. Not even to save himself or Michael. Even if his soul was damned for what he was about to do. He had no choice. “I agree.” “Excellent. Take my hand.” Viktor reached out and took the offered hand. It was like holding a piece of ice. “How does this work?” “I, and my kind, don’t see time quite the way you do. You are caught in the current of time, pulled along in it’s ebb and flow like the flotsam you are. My kind… we are not. But you don’t need to worry about that. You have other matters to attend to.” He whispered instructions into Viktor’s ear. Viktor nodded. And then the room began to grow dark. Like the light was moving away. Everything seemed… fuzzy. Indistinct. The room was spinning around him. Faster. Faster. And then everything shattered around him. And he was falling. Into a perfect darkness. And then there were lights and music and sweating men everywhere. The Club. Ten years ago. Halloween. Just an hour or so after the so-called seance. Back to the beginning. And there was Michael. Not yet changed. Still young, and beautiful, and arrogant. And yet strangely alone. No one looking at him. The demon’s doing, of course. Your eyes just wanted to slide off him. Scott was not to be seen at the moment. But there, out on the dance floor, was the younger version of himself. Their eyes met. The younger Viktor recognising his face in the older, sickly Viktor. Viktor could remember the fear and confusion he had felt all those years ago. But that was not important. His encounter with the younger Viktor was later. He turned and walked up behind the Michael. The other man did not see him. He took a deep breath. I’m doing this for us Scott. To make sure we have those years together. Viktor leaned in close and shouted over the noise of the club. “Hey.” - END - And that's the end of this story. Thanks to those who have sent likes and messages. Working on a few other stories and hope to have one up here soon.

I feel exactly the same way about breeding.zone! I've learned a lot and have been exposed to new ideas and other men's experiences that spur my own thought. I also appreciate that this forum is equally smutty and intelligent. And almost always very civil and not judgmental no matter what someone asks or comments.

Note: Here is part 12.... note that this is the second "chapter" posted today so scroll up and read the short interlude "Plans Over Coffee" (AKA: Part 11) above if you missed it. Not essential but helps set the scene for the below. Just two more chapters are this one. And away we go! Part 12: Surrender Michael: Michael wrapped his towel around his waist and strolled out into the bathhouse. Seb was waiting for him somewhere in the building. He wished they were back in his hotel room. But Seb had wanted this so they were here. He was so tired. He hadn’t slept well yet again last night. His dreams were… strange. The idea of getting fucked had never appealed to him. Never. So why was he dreaming about it now? The bathhouse was busy but no one really looked at him. He was almost used to it now. He wandered among the cubicles. No sign of Seb. The dark room? Nothing. Had the other man not yet arrived? The next room was fairly large with an open area taking up must of the space. Along the edges a raised platform, just a couple steps up… just high enough for a guy to stand there and have his cock be more or less mouth height for someone on the main floor. The wood railing allowed the guy getting his dick sucked to stand without falling on top of the poor cocksucker. Seb stood in the middle of the main floor. Michael paused for a moment — as if unsure whether to join the cocksuckers or move onto the platform around the edges of the room. He cursed himself. What was he thinking? He was a top. He didn’t suck cock. What happened with David was just a fluke. He made eye contact with Seb then stepped onto the platform and walked around to stand over him. Michael was already hard. Seb looked up at him with a smile. Then his hand was on Michael’s thigh and sliding up under his towel. The hand on his thigh pulled him tight against the railing. Seb’s lips teased his cock through the towel for a moment before pulling it free and sliding into his mouth. His wet, warm, wonderful mouth. Men were moving around the raised platform, moving slowly, looking for a willing mouth to fill. There was plenty of room though so Michael didn’t even have to move to let them move by. Other men milled around, so close. Hovering. It took a moment but Michael realised they were watching. They were looking at his face, his body, his cock. Lust and jealousy in their eyes. They wanted what Seb was getting. For the first time in months, he was the centre of attention. And it was intoxicating. It felt almost like old times. It didn’t matter that these guys weren’t up to his old standards. They wanted him. He felt like a star as they licked their lips and tried to make eye contact. But Seb’s mouth, his throat, were too good to pull out of. Let the other men look. It only excited him more. Seb’s hands were on his butt, pulling him deeper into the willing throat. And Michael obliged as those hands kneaded his ass like bread dough. Pulling the towel up and away to get better access to Michael’s asscheeks. Damn that felt good. So good. His whole body was tingling. His body was sweating but his mind felt relaxed, almost like he was dreaming but he knew he was awake. No dream had ever felt so good. Like laying naked in the warm summer sun as a gentle breeze danced across your body. Awake but totally lost in the perfect calmness. Then there was someone behind him. Fingers touching his back, sliding down to his butt. Michael tensed, started to turn around to push the other man away… but then Seb did something in his throat that sent whole new waves of pleasure through him. He sagged slightly into the railing. ‘Relax. It’s ok. Don’t fight it.’ It was Seb’s voice, but that was impossible. Seb’s mouth was full of his dick. And felt the man behind him move closer. Felt someone’s chest on his back, a hard cock touch his ass. He could smell faint smell of fresh perspiration, the kind a guy gets when he is sexually excited. ‘Can you smell that? The masculinity. The smell of desire. Of Sex. Seb’s voice again, echoing as if he were only hearing it in his mind. The man behind him reached around Michael’s chest. Fingers playing at his nipples. Sending shivers up and down his spine. The man’s masculine aroma surrounded him now. And it was strangely alluring. Intoxicating. Only adding to the dreaminess of the moment. ‘Aren’t you curious? Don’t you wonder how it feels? Have you never wondered?’ The voice in his mind was so rhythmic. So calm. The dreams. The recent dreams where he was getting fucked. Yes. He must have wondered. He could remember being turned off by the thought. But that felt so far away now. Some part of him must be — must always have been — curious. Right? The man behind him kissed across his shoulder blades. Fingers slipped into his ass crack spreading a warm gel around his hole. Circling. Circling. Moving inward. Ever so slightly. ‘You are a stranger in town. No one knows you here. No one will ever know that you let this happen. There will never be a better time to see what it feels like.’ Yes. This was the perfect time to try. To see how he had been making other men feel all these years. The finger sliding around his hole. Touched the centre. Gentle but firm. Pressure. This body barely resisting. Sliding inside him. Coating his insides with that warm gel. A second finger stretching his tight ring. A hand on his back guided him to bend forward, to lean over the railing, to allow his ass to rise. Seb’s hand’s, still reaching around, spreading his ass cheeks. Cool air caressing his puckered hole. He felt confused for a moment. He had always been curious. Right? He had always wondered how a bottom feels when he gets penetrated. Hadn’t he? Hadn’t he always wanted this? Surely he had never been turned off by the thought? Something touched him. Something big and hard. Touching that spot. Pushing. But wait… he was a top. This wasn’t right. His body tensed, started to raise up. He didn’t get… ‘Relax.’ That voice in his mind again. He wanted to question it, to question why it was Seb’s voice, but it was so hard to concentrate. ‘You feel so good right now. Relax. Let him take you. You want it.’ Yes. He wanted this. Just this once to see how it felt. He thought about asking the stranger to put on a condom, but the thought slipped away. Forgotten. He leaned forward again over the railing. “I…I’ve never been fucked before.” The pressure on his sphincter increased. Pushing. Demanding. And Michael Christian pushed back into it. Into the cock at his hole. Into the fuck. The head pushed partway inside him and pain exploded. Everywhere. As if something were ripping him open. He howled. His body screamed at him to make it stop. But he wanted it. Oh fuck. Despite the pain, he wanted it. And the hands held him steady. Seb’s hands. This other man’s hands. Michael turned around, suddenly wanting to see who was taking his virginity. The man had greying hair, an unkempt beard, and a gaunt face. with sunken eyes. Halloween… the freak from halloween. “You have no idea how long I wanted this ass. How long you made me wait.” The stranger said. “So give me that hole, bitch. Give up your cherry to me.” The head of the cock was inside Michael now. Pushing deeper. The pain… unreal. But something else. Pleasure. His body was responding to the invader. It wanted more. “Yeah….” the stranger grunted into his ear. “That’s it, you whore. Let me all the way inside.” Seb was still sucking his cock. But even that paled in comparison to the sensations coming from his ass. His hole. And more than the physical. Something emotional as well. Something about giving himself to this man. This pale, gaunt figure. Closeness, yes. But more than that. Something about yielding. About succumbing. About giving himself to another man without holding anything back. He had never felt so complete. He had never felt like more of a man. Another inch pushed inside. “Tell me you want it.” There was something so familiar about that voice. About the way he spoke certain words, made certain sounds. but Michael just couldn’t place it. ‘Tell him.’ The voice in his mind whispered. So softly. So seductively. ‘Tell him you you want to feel his cock inside you.’ Michael’s voice was barely audible. “I want it…” “What is it you want? Say it.” ‘Beg him to fuck you. Beg him to take away the burden of your dominance… to make you free.’ Michael felt something bend in his mind, his soul. Some part of himself simply gave way. Surrendered. “I want you to fuck me. I need it. I need your cock. All of it.” Another inch. Another. Pounding. Relentless. The crowd was circling now. Watching Seb suck Michael’s dick. Watching the stranger, gaunt and sick, pound his formerly virgin hole. Listening to him beg for the cock. Michael could feel the other man’s balls slapping against his ass. Balls deep. “Oh hell yeah. All the way inside.” The stranger sounded triumphant. The crowd cheered him on. “Fuck that faggot.” Someone yelled. The crowd laughed. “You want that don’t you?” The stranger taunted him above the jeering crowd. “You want my cum in your ass… don’t you?” “Yes. Yes. Do it. Please…” “Don’t worry, boy. I’m going to breed you. Going to finish the job. Going to make that hole into a pussy.” The thrusts grew harder. The gaunt stranger’s hands on his Michael’s hips. Pulling him back into the fuck. The stranger’s grip on his hip was tightening. “Going to cum inside you. Going to ruin you. Going to give you what you deserve.” Michael’s face was red. His eyes clenched in pain. Tears dripping from his eyes. But his mouth just formed one word. Repeated over and over. “Yes. Yes. Yes…” Michael was close himself. His balls were drawing up as Seb’s expert mouth idolised his cock. “Here is comes….” The stranger grunted. “… Take my POZ load!” And his dick erupted. “POZ?” Michael’s lips formed the word but he could make no sound… … and then the words meant nothing to Michael as he shot his own load down Seb’s throat. His whole body seemed to quiver. To throb. To shake. As if something were being sucked out of him. Something vital. Something integral to who he had always been. Going. Going. Gone. Michael’s body collapsed on the railing. His spent cock, already going soft, slipping out of Seb’s mouth. The stranger’s dick sliding from his ass. He felt strange. More exhausted than ever. Weak. The stranger slapped his ass, surprisingly gently. “I’m sorry. I’m just doing was has to be done.” Michael couldn’t process the stranger’s words. Instead he turned back to Seb who was looking up at him with a smile. A triumphant smile. A cruel smile. ‘You were a tasty meal, my pet. But you have nothing left to offer me.’ Seb’s voice again… but the other man’s lips did not move. Just his voice echoing in Michael’s mind. ‘We are done.’ And Seb turned. And was gone. The stranger had disappeared into the crowd as well. Michael started to lift himself off the railing. What was going on? He needed to find Seb… But hands pushed him roughly back over. “Where do you think you are going, slut?” Michael turned to look at this new man behind him. The man was older, maybe late 50’s, and heavyset. His big belly hung over his crotch. But Michael could only see the swollen cock under the big belly. Jutting up from his crotch. Big and thick as Michael’s own. Rock hard. And he wanted that cock inside him. No. He needed it. Needed to feel it pounding his hole. To feel this man using him. He raised his ass, offering it to this pot-bellied stranger. And moaned as the man slid deep inside in one hard thrust. Just the gaunt stranger’s cum for lube. “You’ve got several of us really horned up, boy. “ The heavyset man laughed. “It would be rude to leave us unsatisfied, don't you think? I think you have a long night ahead of you.”

Tag teaming a bottom with another top is one of my favorite things to do. I love watching his cock slide in and out of that raw hole, knowing my dick is next. It's only made better if the other guy cums first because it means I get to fuck in his fresh load. I love pulling out and seeing his jizz all over my cock. Also, if I'm really into both guys, I love shoving my face into the bottom's ass while he's getting fucked, and having the top pull out occasionally to shove his slimy dick into my mouth. And I love to eat the top's hole and suck his balls while he's plowing away. This is basically my favorite thing ever:

I miss the "good old" cruising days. Going to the Woods or park and check out the guys, getting fucked between the trees or bushes. Really exciting. It's all (or mostly) internet based dating now. Nothing wrong with that but it is not as exciting. Cruising the woods or park really built up the atmosphere.

One of the reasons to go on it is to not worry about every little thing when having sex. Go for it, you won't regret it.

PART 6 – DEEP-DICKING THE BITCH Dalton didn’t return to work. He marched right past the lawnmower and went back inside his house. Meanwhile, Brian and I texted Jesse—Dalton’s friend from high school—and told him to get his sweet ass over to our place, making sure he parked a few blocks away and entered discreetly through our back gate. About 20 minutes later, we heard a car pull up in Dalton’s driveway. It was the girl he was dating—I frankly couldn’t remember her name, nor did I fucking care. For the purposes of this story, I’m just going to refer to her as the Dickless Wonder, or maybe just Dickless. She wasn’t trying to be a cockblocker, but she was blocking my cock all the same. She needed to go. After she entered Dalton’s house, the two of them made their way to the pool out back. Brian and I were already sitting in our usual spot for spying on the neighbors’ backyard, and we heard a lot of giggling and whispering, with the girlfriend asking all sorts of questions about just how private this little pool was, and Dalton assuring her that it’s really fucking private, OK? Jeez, let’s just fuck already. But I guess she wasn’t listening, because she just kept asking the same goddamn questions. And finally—thankfully—he ended the conversation by shoving her down to her knees and pulling his cock out of his shorts. By this point, Brian already had me pinned against the fence, his fat raw cock shoved deep in my guts. But here’s the thing: while we knew Dalton had a nice piece of meat between his legs, we really weren’t prepared for the sheer impressiveness of that boy’s dick. So when his monster flopped out of his shorts, I actually gasped. Brian gasped, too. And then Brian shuddered, signaling the deposit of a thick load of sperm deep in my guts. I leaned back and kissed my man deeply. Then he pointed toward our neighbors’ backyard, and I turned to see what I’d missed: Dalton had already stripped the Dickless Wonder naked, positioning her for a doggy-style fuck on one of the poolside lounge chairs. “Spread your cunt,” he said in a low, cold voice. She dutifully reached back to open up her pussy with her fingers, but Dalton didn’t seem to pay much attention to her efforts. Instead, he was busy rubbing his cockhead against her asshole. Sensing where he was going, she gave out a sharp little whine. “Honey, no,” she said, trying to get back on her feet so she could negotiate. “You know I don’t like that.” Dalton didn’t reply. He just pushed her tailbone down, forcing an arch in her back, and brutally shoved his giant dick deep in his girlfriend’s ass. She yelped and told him to stop, trying to squirm away from being buttfucked against her will, but it was no use. He just closed his eyes, pressing down on that bitch’s back and crushing her perky little tits against the lounge upholstery, his hand clamped tight over her mouth to stifle her screams and sobs. After a few minutes of thrusting, he repositioned himself by bringing his feet up onto the lounge, squatting directly over her wrecked asshole and letting his full weight deliver a merciless deep-dicking while the poor bitch’s entire body heaved and convulsed in obvious pain. “Please cum or please stop,” she managed to squeak out between thrusts. “I can’t take this. Baby, please stop.” “You know how to make me cum,” he replied. She was silent. “C’mon bitch,” he said, his voice reduced to a cruel, guttural growl. “If you want this to stop, you know what to do.” She seemed frozen. Then he slapped her hard across the ass, sending her into action. Contorting her body to get maximum reach with one of her arms, Dalton’s girlfriend stretched her hand as far back as she could make it go, past her stretched-out hole, placing two of her fingers against Dalton’s twitching ass—her nails brushing up against that beautiful boyhole covered in a light dusting of late-adolescent fur, every one of his hairs illuminated by the late-afternoon sun. Then she hesitated. “Do it all,” he said, “Do it all, and do it now. If you don’t do it now, I’ll never fucking cream your tight little butt. Which means I’ll just keep going at it. Which means you’ll never get a break from my cock destroying your ass.” Hearing that, she stretched her arm further, slipping two knuckles of each finger into Dalton’s butt. He moaned. “Deeper,” he grunted. She managed to get another knuckle in. “Oh fuck,” he muttered under his increasingly shallow breath, his entire body now making the switch into primal breeding mode. His pounding grew more intense. That went on for at least 5 minutes, until he finally reached back and shoved two of his own fingers up his butt. Only then, with four fingers stretching his own ass, did he finally launch into a full-body thrashing assault on his bitch’s hole, unleashing a torrent of seed in her guts. Brian and I watched this entire display silently, unbelievingly. Afterward, I turned to my man and grinned stupidly, shaking my head. He did the same. “Un-fucking-believable,” he said. All I could do was laugh in response. We turned our attention back to Dalton, who was now giving his girlfriend the silent treatment. Clearly he’d gotten what he needed, and he just wanted her to get the fuck out. We heard snatches of an argument from inside the house, followed by the Dickless Wonder walking angrily to her car, stifling tears, then driving off as her tires screeched against the asphalt. * * * Feeling a tap on my shoulder, I turned around to see Jesse in nothing but a jockstrap, his face covered in a giant grin. “I didn’t get to see the whole thing,” he said, “But I think I heard half of it from a block away. So tell me: there’s been a rumor around school that he likes fingers in his butt. Is that true?” “Oh, it’s true alright,” Brian replied. “You wouldn’t believe how true. But listen, pig: see that water bong over there? Instead of worrying about your buddy Dalton, you need to be sucking on that glass pipe like the greedy little methwhore you are. Then I want you to blow some nice thick clouds of white smoke on my dick, OK bro?” Jesse grinned and ran over to grab the pipe. Meanwhile, I kept my eye out for Dalton, hoping that he would return to the pool. Sure enough, about 5 minutes later—while Jesse was silently gorging on my husband’s dripping cock between hits on the bong—Dalton reappeared in his backyard, this time wearing his Speedo. Just as I’d hoped: it was time for his evening swim. He dove into the water and began noisily splashing his way across the length of the pool. That was Jesse’s cue to stop worrying about staying quiet—he was now squatting over Brian’s cock, impaling himself on raw dick. I gave Jesse the thumbs-up signal, which meant he could start letting his ass slap noisily against Brian’s body, and he could start letting loose with the occasional moan. For those first few minutes, Dalton didn’t appear to hear any of the action unfolding in our backyard. But then Brian’s cock suddenly shoved past Jesse’s second sphincter, eliciting a sharp yelp followed by a gruff “Fuck yeah” from our partied-up jockboy. That’s when the splashing stopped. Dalton went quiet. I looked through our little peephole to see him treading water for a few moments, craning his neck in our direction to confirm that he heard what he thought he’d heard. As the water grew calm around him, he almost seemed to suspend his breathing. Somehow even the crickets seemed to go silent. And just like that, the only noise penetrating the evening air was the steady slap-slap-slap of Jesse riding Brian’s dick. Dalton silently propelled himself to the edge of the pool, doing his best to lift himself onto the asphalt without making any noise. Standing up now, he craned his neck toward us again. There was no way he couldn’t hear it now: Slap-slap-slap. Grunt. Slap-slap-slap. Fuck yeah. Without hesitation, Dalton walked right up to my peephole. He placed his eye against it—clearly he’d spied on us before. Except this time, instead of seeing our backyard, all he saw was my eye looking back. “Hey, Dalton,” I said. He didn’t respond at first. He just stared. Then after a few moments’ pause, he simply answered: “Hey.” “We’re hanging out with a buddy here,” I said. “If you wanna join, you’re more than welcome.” Again, no answer. Then his eye disappeared, and for a moment I thought I’d lost him. But I didn’t see him, either—it was like he’d just stepped aside to gather his thoughts. Then after a long silence, he answered in a near-whisper: “OK,” he said. Another pause. At last, his eye reentered my line of sight. “OK,” he repeated. “I’ll be right over.” I turned back to Brian and Jesse, who’d paused their fucking to listen to the exchange. Jesse had the most triumphant smile I think I’ve ever seen on anybody, plus he had a giant mess of cum all over his stomach and chest. His cock was still oozing seed as Brian’s dick twitched steadily, rhythmically, deep in that sweet boyhole. “OK, you twisted motherfuckers,” I said with an evil grin, “Our wait is over. It’s time to fuckin’ own this boy.”

The second time I barebacked was also with a married man. In hindsight I should have known he was married, all the signs were there. Being the innocent 22 year old, I obliviously followed the will of my horny hole. We met on Planet Romeo. He seemed a nice enough guy, although incredibly discrete. He only shared pictures of his crotch, while asking for my nude and face pics. I supplied them all, eagerly awaiting his approval, and once that was met, we exchanged numbers. The winter of 2010 was rather snowy in my area, and finding time together was tough. I lived with my brother at the time, making it impossible to bring a stranger home for sex. This guy said he could sometimes host, since he lived with his brother and wife. All throughout he was very persistent, sometimes calling me during the day to talk dirty to me. Sometimes this annoyed me, especially if I was at work, but other times I got a raging hard on listening to his deep voice. Finally after some back and forth, we decided on a time to meet at his house directly. The morning of our meeting, I reached out to him to confirm the time. I asked if he had condoms and lube, but he said he had run out. He still desperately wanted to meet, but I told him that I only play safe. He asked me then to bring condoms and lube, explaining that his car was buried in snow. 'Well at least I found out ahead of time,' I thought. After buying the supplies, I made my way over to his place and parked outside. I noticed car partly covered by snow, and as I walked by, I noticed a car seat for babies in the back. Maybe that wasn't his car? I knocked on his front door and a short but handsome man in his early 30s answered. He had these sexy dark eyes and was very clean cut. I felt lucky that he wasn't some troll, but at that point my hole was hungry enough to let anyone in. We quickly made our way to the guest room while making out. Once there, we helped each other out of our clothes and explored our bodies. I remember how he pushed me onto the puffy duvet covered bed, which was a simple queen-sized mattress on the floor. He pinned me to the sheets, which were warm from the heating vents, and we made out passionately. After the usual foreplay, I retrieved the condoms and lube from my jeans. "I hope I got the right size," I said with a wink. He was a bit bigger girth-wise, something I had underestimated in the photo he sent. "That should be fine, we'll make do," he said. I watched him put the condom on hastily, and I noticed that he didn't pinch the top of the condom, but I didn't think anything of it. We assumed the missionary position and he slowly entered me, which was painful at first since my hole wasn't stretched out. Once he was finally inside me, we began fucking properly. We did missionary for a while, then switched to the side, then doggy, then finally back to missionary. I loved the full feeling of his dick inside me, and I missed it every time he had to pull out. That was when I heard a snap inside me. I could see that he heard it too from the look in his eyes, but he continued to pump away anyway. In fact he continued at an accelerating pace, and I didn't tell him to stop. I knew deep down that the condom broke, and he was going to cum inside me. My dick got harder and we kissed more deeply and passionately as before. He finally came inside, pumping all of his semen into my ass, and collapsed on top of me. I naively thought that there could be a slight chance that his dick was still wrapped up, but after he slowly pulled out, the torn condom followed, and I knew he had impregnated me. An onslaught of conflicting feelings descended on me. I felt fearful that he might have given me an STD, but I also felt so turned on, getting fucked raw by a man. As these thoughts went through my mind, I made up some excuse to leave and dressed myself. He promised that he was clean and negative, and he wanted me to stay and possibly go for a round two, but I knew I needed to go home and wash myself. During the car ride home, I felt his cum dribble out of my well worn hole into the seat of my jeans. I never felt so sexy in my life. I went home and jacked off furiously, fingering my wet hole and realizing my dream to be a bareback cum slut. More tales to come!

I like both scenarios, just depends on the timing, the setting and the man. Ideal scene is for a man to pop one out inside me pretty quickly then have a slow and sensuous second round with his first load lubing me up and leading to another load. Best of both worlds.

Favorite part is when a big dicked top starts hitting my prostate and I start leaking precum and then cum. Cumming handsfree from getting fucked is my favorite part. Doesn't happen too often as not everyone can do this to me but when it does I'm in heaven and cum buckets.

Paul took this unexpected break in being fucked to consider what had just happened: his ass had been brutally fucked by an unknown stranger, his (still quivering) hole was now filed with that unknown stranger's cum, and generally he was still recovering from the brutal pounding he had received. Paul replayed the scene is his mind. The mere thought of what had just happened made his cock pulse with the pure danger of it all. And what had the top said when the other man was fucking him? Something about demon seed? Just what did that even mean? Paul did not have much time to think about it as his ass was suddenly impaled by the top's cock, which thrusted deep into his cum-lubed hole. "Forgot that I was here, did you faggot? Guess my cock made you fucking remember, didn't it, slut?" asked the top. Paul just grunted as the top mercilessly set about fucking his hole, thrusting hard and deep into his ass, alternating long thrusts with jack hammer type fucking. The tops balls slammed into his ass with each measured thrust. Paul decided to concentrate on pleasuring the cock that was now wrecking his ass, which would have been described as a tight cunt - at least prior to this experience. He struggled to contract his ass muscles around the fat cock that was inside him, intent upon massaging the top as well as he was able.. "That ass is coming back to life, isnt it fucker? Yeah..milk my cock slut! I knew you were a dirty little cum whore the minute I read your ad!" Paul started to fuck the top back, matching each forward thrust of the invading cock with a backward thrust of his ass, gripping the cock with his ass muscles as his ass moved forward. It seemed the load of cum Paul had taken earlier had turned him into a cum hungry slut, 'cause he definitely wanted this man's load. In fact that was all he wanted: to be filled with cum, The top started to fuck him faster now, grunting and sliding deep into Paul's ass, even as both men sweated profusely. Paul felt the top change position, still in a doggy style, but now hunched over his ass, standing on both feet. This position allowed the top to shove his cock even more deeply into Paul's ass. "I'm gonna breed your fuck hole, boy. You're gonna take every last drop of my hot load," the top grunted, only to thrust again, withdraw, thrust again, withdraw, and then, with a loud grunt, thrust deeply into Paul's hole and remained stationary. Paul could distinctly feel the top's cock spasm inside, followed by the feeling of wet warmth spreading in his hole; the top had unleashed a flood cum into him, and in fact it took two to three minutes for the last spurt to penetrate Paul's hole. "Yeah fucker, you're ass is mine - you got my load inside you - that's what you wanted, isn't it fucker?" Paul grunted in agreement as the top slowly withdrew his cock from Paul's ass. Paul could feel cum dripping down his balls as the cock slid out. Once more Paul heard the sound of someone taking photographs. "Told you. You were gonna get fucked. Remember, slut?" Paul once again grunted in agreement. "You got two hot loads in you boy. And I mean hot." "Yes sir" "Hmm you just don't know how hot" the top said with a laugh. "You better stay in that position for five minutes slut. I want my cum to really sink into your guts!" The top slapped Paul on the ass, to be followed by the sound of footsteps fading away. The front door opened and closed - again. Paul collapsed onto the bed. His ass was burning, but he had never felt so good. What did this mean? Was this a turning point for him? ""Paul. The Cumslut." He liked the sound of it....

Not a fan of bath houses but definitely love fucking bare in public, especially at the local cruise bar when I'm leaning on the bar among the crowd drinking beer and then the top just starts fucking away at my hole. Shocked the crowd when a friend fucked me like that a couple of weeks ago hehe. Haven't done it like that with tops taking turns - but that definitely sounds way hot. *quickly adds to his cumbucketlist*

That night Bobby sleep curled up with me spooning him, my arms wrapped protectively round him like a good Daddy should and when I woke up late the next morning I looked down to see his head resting on my chest and those pretty eyes gazing up at me, he grinned “morning”, I stroked his head “morning son you feeling ok?”, he purred at my touch “I’m good Daddy” and buried his face in my chest hair whispering “I want to thank you for what you did”, I smiled down at the boy “for what boy?” he looked up at me his face reddened “for chemming me, seeding me and making me your son, I wanted it you know”, I stroked his face “I know you wanted it and needed it son, you just needed me to bring it out of you”, he grinned up at me “Yes I did Daddy”. I laid on my beck rested up against pillows and inhaled on my cigarette, filthy habit I know but then I’m filthy, I growled as the kid climbed on top of me and slid his cunt down on my rock hard dick “good boy”, Bobby sighed as his cunt took the last few inches of my dick “thank you daddy”, as the boy bounced up and down he was feeling his tits making me ponder “ever thought about getting your tits pierced son?”, he groaned as flexed my cock “oh god no daddy”, I raised my hips to give his pussy as few good pumps “well we will get them pierced”, the lad pinched his nipples “fuck yes Daddy”. “well good morning” Duke grinned as he stepped into the room and climbed onto the bed behind Bobby, “you loving Daddy’s dick in your shute boy?”, the lad made a ‘mmm’ing’ noise as Duke pulled his head to the side and shoved his tongue in the boys mouth, Duke kissed the boy for a few minutes before getting off the bed “coffee?”, I grunted “yeah” as I pumped yet another load into Bobby’s cunt. I sipped my coffee scrolling through my new property’s phone as Bobby knelt on the floor sucking off Duke “I’m going to get the kids nips pierced”, Duke grinned holding the boys hair as he pumped the lads head up and down on his dick, “fuck nice, I can see if Carlos is in town?”, I blew out some smoke “sweet call him” as Duke picked up the phone winking at me “pay or trade?”, I looked at Bobby’s muscle butt bobbing as he sucked “trade”. I paused on a picture on Bobby’s phone and let out a whistle, “who is this boy?”, the kid pulled his mouth away from Dukes dick “that’s Ryan”, I grinned Ryan was a hot very short compact ginger haired muscle boy, “is he a faggot like you son?”, Bobby blushed and nodded, “good call him and tell him to fly over today”, the kid frowned “why?” I burst out laughing, my boy was jealous! “Not for me my little love, he’s for Duke!” the look of relief on Bobby’s face was a pure picture to behold. Duke pulled the boys mouth back onto his cock “your not calling anyone till I’ve spunked your mouth chicky”, the kid went back to sucking as Duke raised his eyebrows quizzically at me, I passed him the phone to Duke and his eyes almost popped out of his head as he grunted and shot his wad into the boys throat “me want!”

Chapter 2: The First Encounter He passed me and stepped up to the urinal next to mine and fished out his dick. I tried not to look, I swear, but at the sound of his piss splashing in the urinal my head turned of its own accord. He was far enough back that I had a clear view. His uncut dick was soft but about 5 inches and thick. I stared and held my breath as he pissed. My conscience told me to get out before this situation developed But I didn't move, just stood and stared. His stream finished and he shook his dick gently. He made no move to put it away. He turned slightly towards me, his uncut shaft pointing at me as if in challenge. I found myself turning to face him no longer thinking of hiding my own straining cock. I felt his hand on my shoulder pushing me to my knees without a word. I didn't resist and found myself at eye level with his hardening dick. His foreskin had peeled back and the sight of that thick head on that thick long shaft had my mouth watering and my ass twitching. This was crazy! Someone might come in, I could lose my job, and Thomas would be hurt if I betrayed him like this. But I stayed. I was close enough that I could smell him. Just a hint of sweat as he had been working but still clean. Virile and masculine. God I love that smell. I leaned closer to him, my lips parting out of old habit. His tool slid past my lips and across my tongue. His dick was at least seven inches long now, his cocked fully exposed, and still not at full mast. It tasted so good but he didn't stop on my tongue. He quickly hit the back of my throat and I struggled to remember how to relax and let it in. It had been so long since I had sucked a cock where this was an issue. I gagged and he backed off slightly to allow me to catch my breath then pushed forward again. This time my throat remembered how to open for a cock and his cock slipped in. A heard a sigh of approval above. Encouraged by his approval, I increased my efforts as he worked his hard dick back and forth on my tongue and in and out of my throat. That is when it happened. He unbuttoned his work pants and slid then slightly down to give me better access and I saw the tattoo on his hip. A biohazard symbol. A flood of panic threatened to overwhelm me I realised the implications. I was on my knees sucking off a HIV positive stranger is a men’s room at work. He seemed to know I had seen the tat. He waited patiently while I struggled between my lust and my fear. Then a drop of his pre-cum landed on my tongue. Salty and sweet. Awakening the sensations I had repressed for so long. Everything else, everything rational, was forgotten again. I didn't think of Thomas, or getting caught giving a blow job at work, or even getting the bug. All I could think of was getting that hard meat throbbing in my throat again. And it felt so right. This was where I belonged. On my knees worshipping this stranger and his big uncut cock. I leaned forward, drawing him back into my throat. He seemed even more turned on now that I knew his status. His hands were on the back of my head now. Holding me in place as his rod pistoned in and out of my throat. I know it sounds like a porn cliche but he had to be at least 8 inches long now that he was fully erect and his thickness was almost threatening to trigger my gag reflex. "Tell me you want my load." It was the first time he had spoken directly to me. His deep voice seemed to rumble through me. "Tell me that you want my dirty seed, you slut." All I could do is moan desperately in the affirmative. HIV or not, I wanted his cum. He was getting close. His breathing was heavy. His balls were drawing up. "Here it comes you cocksucker!" He pushed in deep one last time and I felt his cock throb as wave after wave of hot cum fired deep in my gullet. I struggled to breathe but didn’t want to let his dick go. Finally he pulled back so the tip was on my tongue and I immediately began to suck and lick. His cock pulsed again... an unbelievable amount of cum. I couldn’t remember anyone with such a big load. My mouth was now coated with his warm spunk and itwas as delicious as anything I had ever tasted, I wanted to savour it for hours but he stroked my throat until I swallowed. He pulled his softening dick out of my mouth and I moaned desperately like a baby who lost it's bottle. His wiped up a bit of cum that had escaped my mouth and he fed it to me as he looked into my eyes. I sucked his finger clean and he chucked. I leaned back on my haunches and watched as he tucked his dick away. It was only then that thoughts of my husband returned. Oh fuck. What had I done? I was so ashamed. So afraid that Thomas would find out... That my actions would cause him pain. had shot my load at some point. I hadn't even noticed. The front of my underwear were covered and there was a puddle on the floor. My stranger stepped past me. As he reached the door he stopped. "Be here tomorrow morning at 11:30.” I didn't say anything, still kneeling in my guilt. He stood there waiting until I looked up. "I like my bitches ready ". He said. "If you want any lube you had better grease yourself up before I get here." And with that he turned and left.

That is pretty much what I am looking for. Getting drugged and tied up in sling, getting fucked by a number of hung studs. Poz or not, I don't really care. It would be kinda cool to have it filmed as well.

I was taught by my BF that my sole attention was pleasing him or the cocks of men he pimped me out to. If I got hard or touched my cock till he and his friends were finished with me he would get annoyed. He usually would put on his leather glove and masturbate me till I came before he fucked me or before he had tops come over and fuck me - so that my total concentration was on the top = pleasing them and giving them the best service possible or he would put a cock cage on me before he took me to a gangbang or if we had four or five tops coming over to party on my arse

take it bare and enjoy it. Enjoy the risk.

I so want to be stealth chemmed and then raw force fucked...tied in a sling too and perhaps whored out! I agree...being chemmed and forced would remove the anxiety and guilt!

Once you discover being fucked raw, you don't want another rubber inside you. Natural fucking is so much better. I really like feeling the cum leak out my hole. You need to get past your fear and enjoy it.

You're right Deaner---classic porn seems more in tune with this. Way too much versatility in today's porn.

I think that's hot as hell... LOVE porn (though it's rare lately) where the bottom's dick is just totally ignored. My favorites are the hardcore scenes where the bottom's dick is visibly soft, and just swings and dangles as he's getting pounded. It's almost mesmerizing to see it spin around, flaccid and ignored as he's getting pounded good!!! A close second is jockstrap scenes like you mentioned, where we never even see the sub's dick (though, I must admit, it can be an instant boner-killer when the scene gets JUST to its hottest point, and then the jockstrap gets pulled to the side and the camera starts focusing on that instead of the fuck) I kinda think it's interesting that this is a 'new' topic. I was going through some classic pre-condom porn a while back, and was surprised to discover that a majority of it is VERY top-centric. The subs are just there to enjoy the top's cock, and the scene fades out before the bottom's dick is ever acknowledged. Makes me wonder what happened during the 80s and the condom revolution that made porn producers start to care SO much about whether the bottom gets hard or gets off...