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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

Becoming a Proud Slut Chapter 1 A Man of His Word The bar was crowded and dark and the music was loud enough that I could feel it pulse in my chest. Nobody was smoking, but the air was hazy and stale. The room was long and narrow, with the bar in the middle, separating the tables in the front from the dancing in the back. I was traveling alone for work, and had been to this city twice before, but it was my first time visiting this particular club. It was also the first time I had gone out since the end of an almost year-long relationship. I sat at the bar with my back to the dance floor, watching as groups of men entered and ordered drinks. The crowd was exclusively men, mixed types, but with a definite leaning towards leather and denim. Everybody seemed to know each other. Only the bartender said more than two words to me. After my third drink I noticed that a rough looking guy was checking me out. His face and arms were tanned and he looked like he hadn’t shaved or washed his hair in a few days. He kept staring at me, so I nodded hello. He ordered two beers and walked towards me. His body was slim and fit, but probably from a very physical job, not from the gym. He was wearing torn jeans and dirty boots. Only his white T-shirt looked new and clean. He wasn’t handsome, but he wasn’t ugly. He was just sleazy enough to be sexy. He handed me a beer and I thanked him. He took a long swig from his bottle as he looked me up and down. I smiled, and took a sip, again thanking him. He however was blatantly checking-out my ass, and then stepped closer, reached around and tightly squeezed my butt. I was surprised, but a little turned on by his confidence. He looked me in the eyes and with a gravelly voice said, “I’m gonna to cum in your ass tonight.” I almost spit beer and before I could respond, he grabbed my wrist and led me away from the bar. I tried to tell him that I don’t usually bottom and never bareback, but the music was loud and I don’t think he heard me. I kept following him and he led me right into the women’s bathroom. It was unlit, but not unoccupied. A dozen or so shirtless men were paired up and exploring each others’ bodies. He led me to an empty spot at the sinks and backed me against the counter. He kissed me on the mouth, hard and slow and wet. It had been a while since I had been with someone and we could both feel my dick stiffen against the hardness in his pants. We finished our beers, set the bottles in the sink and kissed some more. He was a great kisser and I decided to continue and to ignore his earlier comment. He turned me around and massaged my butt with strong hands. It felt good. When he gently pushed my shoulders down, I bent over and laid my chest on the counter. In one motion, he dropped to his knees and lowered my shorts and underwear. I stepped out of them and kicked them under the sink. He kissed and nibbled my smooth, naked ass. The stubble on his chin scratched, but it turned me on even more. He spread my butt cheeks and kissed and licked my hole. I lifted one knee onto the counter to give him deeper access. His tongue flickered in and out of my wet hole. He was an expert rimmer and had me moaning and fully erect in no time. He stood up, whipped out his cock and rubbed it against my crack. I could feel that it was long and thick. I looked into the mirror over the sinks. He was looking down, concentrating as he worked his dick and pre-cum all over my tight hole. He put his middle finger in his mouth and slicked it up with spit. He stuck it knuckle-deep up my ass and worked it around. It felt great and I squirmed with pleasure as I loosened up. He played with my fuckhole like this for a while - alternating between fingering me roughly, then rubbing his dick on my hole. He never hesitated to re-wet his finger after pulling it out of my ass. “Hope I’m clean enough,” I said. “Tastes good,” he replied. Eventually he managed to get two fingers inside, using only spit and pre-cum as lube. My ass was aching to get fucked. He stood me up and turned me around to face him. He lifted off my T-shirt and tossed it under the sink. I sat on the counter and leaned back, lifting my legs to my chest. Presented with my willing hole, he rimmed, fingered, tongue fucked and rubbed his cock some more. The sensations all felt good and my mind tuned-out as the pleasure took control. At some point I realized that he was no longer just rubbing his cock on my hole, but actually slipping it in for a few strokes and then pulling out to rim or finger me again. Eventually he was only fucking me. He fucked me deeply and slowly, satisfying my hungry hole. I rocked back and forth to meet his strokes and greedily took all his cock. “I don’t usually bottom…” I said. He looked right at me and said, “Yeah, well I guess tonight’s an unusual night.” Our eyes remained locked as he gradually fucked me faster and faster. I was lost in his gaze and my own pleasure when the couple closest to us suddenly got loud and verbal with cries such as “I’m gonna cum!" and "Me too!" and "You want my load?" and the inevitable "Fuck yeah!”, their cries and moans were followed by their respective climaxes. followed by their cries and moans as they both climaxed at the same time. It was then that I came to my senses and noticed the bowl of condoms on the counter. I reached down and felt my partner’s cock and confirmed what I already knew. He was fucking me without protection. Strangely, my dick got harder. “I never bareback,” I told him. “Guess you can’t say that anymore,” he said. Then he asked the top next to us, “Did you breed his hole?” The guy replied with a smirk and answered “Deep.” “Nice,” my fucker said. Turning his attention back to me, he said “You’re next.” He fucked me harder and faster. “I don’t bareback.” I said between groans. “You could have fooled me." “No, I mean, I don’t like to bareback.” He grabbed my hard cock. “Looks like you like it.” I couldn’t argue with that and moaned with pleasure as he fucked me and stroked my cock. A minute more of that and I told him, “I’m getting close.” “Me too,” he grunted. “You’re going to cum in my ass.” “That’s what I said,” then he grunted and bucked as he unloaded balls-deep in my guts. I shot my load so far and hard that it splattered on the mirror on the wall. Still on the counter, I caught my breath while he tenderly kissed me in his arms. His dick softened inside me then slipped out. He stuffed it back in his pants, quickly zipped up and left the bathroom without saying another word. I stood up, weak in the knees, wondering what had just happened. I felt embarrassed, rejected and used, but a feeling of pride soon took over. I was glad to know that I could be so slutty that I would take a stranger’s cum. I looked under the sink for my clothes, but it was dark and I couldn’t see them. I got down on my hands and knees and felt around the sticky floor, but they were gone - along with my keys and wallet.

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.

names James. I'm 31, 6' 1", dark hair, hairy, and have a fit body. I've been poz for about five years now. From time to time I would go visit my parents, and every time I was visiting them, it happened Derek, my younger brother's cute friend also was also visiting. Each time I also found we were eyeing each other. The time I first met him he was only 15, but now he is 18, about 5' 8", dirty blonde hair with a nice bubble ass. On a few occasions, when my brother and Derek were swimming, I went into Derek's bag and sniffed his undies. There's nothing like smelling a young man's underwear: always scented with precum, and sometimes I jerked and blew my cum in them - just for good measure. One night my parents were out of town and asked that I keep an eye on the house while my brother and Derek were swimming. At some point my brother went inside, leaving Derek and me alone. Derek climbed out of the pool and, as the water dripping from his treasure trail, asked "Hey James, can I get a smoke?" I immediately popped hard on. "Sure, Derek, but can you…" "Can I what?" "Ummm, it's nothing." "Just tell me," he replied. "Well, I just wanted you to turn around. You have a nice ass." "I'll even lower my shorts a bit, just for you." And let me tell you. From that point on I was determined to fuck his ass! I didn't care. I had to poz him. So the very next day I gave my friend Mark a call, and asked for his assistance in getting into Derek's ass. Mark readily agreed, and so the next day Mark and his sister to stop over. Now, Mark is about 30, and his sister is 19. I picked-up some booze and the five of us started to drink, and I made sure Derek got more shots than any of the rest of us. As Mark and I expected, Mark's sister got bored and wanted to go out clubbing, and I graciously gave them cab fair. As they were started to get ready to leave my brother quietly said Derek was going to stay home as he had had a bit to much to drink. Yes, all was going to plan. My brother and Derek's sister left, leaving me and Mark alone with Derek. "Sorry if I ruined your night, guys," Derek slurred slightly. "No problem at all," I replied, adding "Mark and I are gonna take a swim. Why don't you join us in the back?" "Sure, just give me another smoke," answered Derek. Oh, I'll give you something, I said to myself as I handed him a cigarette. With that the three of us wandered out to the pool, and Mark asked "Hey James, do you have any spare suits?" "Nah," I replied, suggesting "since it's just us, we can just wear our underwear." Mark and I immediately stripped-down, and James followed our example, albeit somewhat clumsily. He had definitely had enough to drink, still, he was the first to jump in, and I was next, although, since he was slightly drunk, he didn't move-out of the way, with the result I surfaced underneath him, and we ended-up wrestling our way back to the wide staircase. Derek tried to jump on my back to knock me back into the water, and as I staggered under his weight, I couldn't help but inwardly smile as I felt his hard cock pressing against my back. "Yo, Derek, what's that you got there, buddy?" I asked. "Sorry, dude, sorry, but you're hot, man," he replied. Joining in, Mark suggested "Hey Derek, if you think James is so how, why don't you show him how much you like his body?" With only the consideration of a second, Derek looked me up and down, grabbed my cock, and placed my hands on his ass as he began giving me an impassioned, if somewhat drunken, kiss. Knowing Derek was where we wanted him, Mark came over and the two of us helped Derek out of the pool, and into the bedroom, where Mark and I got ready to breed him. Somewhat to my surprise Derek said "Fuck, you're so hot! I can't believe this. I've never been with a guy." I murmured in reply, "Well, to be honest, I've wanted to play with you since I first saw you, so you're in luck: you'll get to play with not only me, but my buddy Mark." "I want your cocks inside me," Derek replied, but Mark suggested, "Well, maybe you should start by sucking us off for a while, and then we'll see who gets to tag your ass." And damn, for a first timer he gave a surprisingly good blow job, and while Derek worked on me, Mark began rimming him, getting him ready for my poz cock. Derek, fully aroused by the attention to his ass, was thoroughly excited, and I was happy when he abruptly stood-up, turned-around, and commanded "Fuck me, now." I graciously prepared to comply, and lubed his ass and myself with some Elbow Grease I had strategically placed in the night table drawer, but just as my head was knocking at his hole, Derek asked "Wait, do you have condoms?" Again I was prepared "Sure do," as I pulled one out of the same night table drawer. Derek slid the condom onto my cock, turned around, and presented his ass. Ever helpful Mark distracted him with some poppers, and I began to breach Derek's ass. "Good boy," I coo'd, "why not go down on Mark?" As he did so, I slowly worked my way into Derek's ass, although I admit I ran out of patience towards the end, and just rammed myself home. Naturally Derek yelped in surprise and pain, but I didn't pause: I fucked him vigorously, determined to leave my load in his hole. Fortunately Derek was a natural bottom, and within a minute or two had opened-up to the point he could exclaim "Oh, fuck, that feels amazing! Fuck me, James!" I urged him on, answering "You got it, buddy, take it. Take my cock!" "Fuck, I want you to fuck me every time you visit," he replied. I snickered thinking he was asking for more than he realized, but didn't let on, replying "Get on your back, Derek. I wanna see your eyes as I fuck you!" Now on his back, he replied "Oh, man, it hurts so good." And knowing I needed to shed the condom before I blew my load, I suggested "Hey Mark, why don't you crouch over Derek's face and let him rim your hole?" Mark and Derek thought this was a good idea, and as they positioned themselves, I kept pounding away, but each time I withdrew I surreptitiously slid the condom a bit off my cock, so by the time Derek's tongue slid into Mark's hole, I was barebacking Derek. Yup. My entire eight inch poz cock was now barebacking Derek, and I was very close to seeding him, so I asked "Fuck, Derek, where do you want me to cum?" "Blow your load in my ass, man, in my ass," Derek replied, only to resume rimming Mark. "Fuck, yeah, man, here it is!" I replied, as I pounded ever harder. My load was now about to blow, so I let both Derek and Mark know as much when I pushed my way in, balls-deep, and announced "Here, take it! Take my cum!" As I blew my load inside Derek's ass, he came at virtually the same moment. Not to be out done, Mark gave himself a couple of jerks and blew his load all over Derek's chest, and even Derek's face. So Derek was the model of a slut: cum covering his face as my cum, my poz cum, soaked into his ass. When we had caught our breath I gasped "Hey, buddy, you better get to bed before my brother gets home," but tired by the booze and the fuck, Derek passed-out, so Mark and I carried him into the spare bed and made him comfortable for the night.

I always look for young twinks when I travel to play with. I like lean or muscle bois who often have never barebacked before. My last trip to Columbus Ohio brought me Darin. He had just broken up with his bf of four months and wanted to play the field. His dad is a doctor he told me so he always plays safe and he and his bf had never barebacked. I told him how glad I was that he shared that info with me, I love neg boys they are so hot... especially when you can convince them to take it bare. I shared with him how I was married and had not played with many guys and the most of them I would not do much since I had no idea how safe they were. I shared how I still fucked my wife bare and how I did not want to give her anything. He asked me how it was to fuck pussy and told me he had never been with a woman. I started to tell him how hot wet pussy was and he was getting hot as I talked about fucking cunt and unloading in her. We talked for about a week both on the phone and mimed back and forth and set a plan for him to come to my hotel. When he got there he was cuter then I had even imagined. Blonde, think with a hot bubble butt and the most beautiful eyes... he came in and I offered him a drink... I had made drink and put some g in it... he asked me what it was and I told him it was an herb to help with sex. I told him I had taken some to calm my nerves... I could see him get tingly all over... we started to make out and he was melting in my hands... I undid hid belt and this thick 7" cock flopped out... I started to suck him and as he rubbed my 9" cock. I stood up and unzipped my fly and unbuckled my pants. My cock was standing straight up... precum dripping and he went down on me, I pulled him forward so his ass up and I could rub his hole. The G was really kicking in, he was pushing his little hole back on my fingers and I spit on two and worked them up his tight little hole. He stared to moan and push back harder... I told him we should head to the bedroom... I lead him in and told him to get up on all fours and I started to rim his hole... Damn that hole tasted so good... I had put some Tina beside the bed. It was in a syringe without the needle top. I also had some chocolate and I put some on my finger and had him taste it... I told him I wanted to lick this off and out of his hole... I put some on his hole and then slide the syringe in and shot the Tina in him. Then I eat his hole like no tomorrow. I was moaning and loving my tongue and I stood up and let my thick cock rub on his hole. Poured some lube on his hole and the Tina was kicking in because he was rubbing and pushing back and asking me to fuck him. I lined up and after what seemed like the 10th time he pushed back I popped my cock head in. Damn he felt great... He was so high that he took a big hit of poppers and I sank all the way in him. He was moaning and telling me how he had never been fucked with a cock so big. The boy loved it... I fucked him doggie and then flipped him over on his back and finally on his side... I started to breathe heaving and he knows I was going to come and he started to pull off and I pulled his hips back and unload in his hole... Fuck it was hot. He pushed back and I fucked him for a few more min and then whispered in his ear... did you like that?

Love incest no longer okay with my real family would love to find a sexy dad I can fuck in the bedroom and treat like a dad in the streets. I'll even call you dad ask the time you will be my new dad I'm 21 and I could even use a brother. hmu I'm mixed black and Spanish by the way

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

Fucked my buddy tonight for the 2nd time today he invited another guy around my age we ended up fucking him double pen deep up his ass and we each blew 4 loads inside him we kept trading off and telling the other to pound that cunt and to fill him up his ass was overflowing with cum was so tasty eating it out while he sucked off the other top, nothing like the feeling of your cock in a tight warm wet ass along side another hard cock mind blowing.

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

Well guys last night in Barelin (fri) saw one of the biggest fuck parties that I have ever been too. There were over 450 present, all looking for either cock or hole, all Ages and mostly good bodies. My cock is sore this morning.. it went into 14 holes during the night.. and my balls are working overtime to replenish after dropping two loads into some very hot holes.

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.

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

So, I have an update. Started the PrEP just over a week ago and I had my first bare sex with my special man the night before last. Suddenly I now know just how horribly uncomfortable and restrictive condoms are, I always thought guys who said that we're overstating. The sex felt completely different both physically and emotionally. The feel of the cock in me was totally different, what struck me was how warm it felt, like warm, wet and sounds odd, but really part of the man doing the fucking. He took me twice. Then yesterday he arranged a hook up for me to be used with him watching. I had the choice about bare versus condom, no pressure, but there was no choice to be made, I took it bare and loved it. I'm a very happy boy.

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: Hope to get part 12 up later tonight to catch up a bit on the story. Part 11: Interlude - Plans Over Coffee Michael: Michael tried not to stare. He took a sip of his coffee to try to hide his shock. Scott hated Viktor. He was sure of it. His friend had never made any secret of it. So why were the two of them sitting across the coffee shop table draped over each other like lovers? And the two acted as if there was nothing strange. As if their romance was the most expected thing in the world. It was as if the world had gone mad. Topsy turvy. It made no sense. But then what did these days? He was Michael Fucking Christian. Not two months ago, the world was his oyster. A man who other men craved, who could pull without so much as a snap of his fingers. But look at him now. He felt tired… no, not just tired. Exhausted. Burnt out. He hadn’t been sleeping well. And he hated his reflection. He looked as though he had aged five years (if not more) in those two months. The grey hair at his temples was noticeable even with his blond hair. His skin dry, starting to wrinkle, no matter what he did. His workouts not delivering the same results. And then there was what had happened with David. No! He wouldn’t think about that. He still didn’t know what had happened. It was a one time thing. A fluke. But every time he thought about it, he could feel that cock in his mouth. Taste the cum. And his dick would get hard. Like now. And, just another bit of strangeness, he didn’t think Scott had really seen what was happening to him. Scott’s eyes, like the eyes of virtually all men, just seemed to slide off him most of the time. Not really noticing him. Viktor, on the other hand, had noticed. There was something in his eyes when he looked at Michael now. Awareness. Pity maybe. “So.. um…good to see you both.” “It’s been a crazy autumn. Can’t believe it’s almost Christmas.” Scott said with a smile, glancing at Viktor. “And I’ve got the best present imaginable.” Michael wanted to gag. But he forced a smile. He wasn’t sure what annoyed him more: Scott not really looking at him anymore or his friends being so happy while he was so miserable. It was a relief when the two men finished their coffee and had to rush off somewhere. Together. They seemed joined at the hip. His phone rang. He glanced at the screen and quickly took the call. “Hey, Seb!” “Hey, gorgeous. How are you doing?” “Better now that I’m talking to you.” And it was true. Seb always did brighten his day. When Seb called it meant they would be fucking soon. “Flatterer. Just wondering if you want to meet up this week?” “Would love to, but have to go out of town this afternoon on business.” “Unfortunate. Where are you headed?” Michael told him. “That’s not too far. I could meet you there.” “That sounds good to me.” Michael paused, old doubts about Seb returning. “But I don’t want to be any trouble.” “Not a problem to me.” Seb paused. “In fact, that gives me a great idea. There is a good bathhouse there. Let’s meet there.” Michael frowned. Despite his doubts, he was relieved the Seb wanted him — he was so horny — but he didn’t want to go to the bathhouse. Not the way he looked now. He wanted Seb all to himself. But he couldn’t tell Seb no. Other than the one encounter with David in the gym, Seb was the only man who would look at him. Not that he blamed them. Michael knew he looked a wreck. And Seb was so beautiful, so vibrant. Such a hot man but so mature for someone his age. And the other man’s sex drive? Fucking hell. He was insatiable. Michael craved the other man’s attentions. The last thing he needed was Seb getting bored with him. So he tried to sound upbeat when he replied. “Sure… that sounds great.”

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!

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.

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.

Yes, you are the men I was meant for. Love total tops.

Here you go, lads - let me know what you think of it... Part II I turned to walk back into the toilets. And stopped. What had just happened? Had he really spoken to me? I touched my neck. It hurt from where he had gripped me by the throat and squeezed. That was real enough. As was my hard cock in my shorts. I turned around again. He had ordered me to leave. I should. I didn't want to risk annoying him. Not because he would hurt me. But because he might not. I looked around and wondered if I could loiter outside the toilets but there was nowhere to stand. The corridor was too narrow and I didn't want to risk it. I was also confused. Did he recognise me from the gym? I didn't think so. He had never noticed me at the gym. Why had he let me stay in the cubicle then? Did he find me attractive. He couldn't, I mused. He was a muscle guy and I clearly wasn't. It was all too confusing. I walked back into the main bar. The lights had been dimmed even more. All around most of the guys were now bollock naked. As I entered hands grabbed for me. I didn't resist as I was lost in thought. But I didn't stop either. I walked to the far end of the bar where I had first seen him. As I turned round a guy knelt in front of me and pull down my rubber shorts. I didn't resist as I felt his hot mouth engulf my cock. My hand automatically went to the back of his head and pulled him deeper onto my hard cock. It felt good. I pulled open my poppers and took a deep hit. Fuck this guy was good. He was swirling his tongue around the head of my cock like an expert as one hand kneaded and pulled gently on my balls. I flattened my hand against the back of his head and slowly started to face fuck him. I looked down. It was the young guy from before. He was damn good at this! No wonder the other guy had been moaning. I put both hands behind his head and pushed deep down his throat. He didn't even gag. The poppers were making me feel all warm and sweaty. I pinched my own nipple and looked up. Guys all around were watching and nodding appreciatively as the young guy serviced my hard cock. I couldn't see him though. A thought flashed through my mind. He was still in the toilets. The centre of attention. And it wasn't with me. My cock started to soften again. I pulled out and looked down at the guy. I leaned down to kiss him and whispered I was sorry. My hands travelled down further to reach for my shorts. They weren't there. I knelt down til I was face to face with the guy as I searched for my shorts. Fuck it. He had slipped them off and now they were no where to be seen. I stood up again. I was bollock naked apart from a rubber cock ring. What the fuck was I going to do? I was going to stay. I was so horned up now that I needed to find some release. I had been bollock naked in clubs before. And I knew that I looked better than I had ever looked before. But what about the muscle guy? I was suddenly angry. Fuck the cunt, I thought. He wasn't around. I was too proud to hang around. Guys here wanted me and they could have me. I pushed my way from the bar and headed into the club proper. As I walked out hands reached for me again and I stopped every time so that I could feel sweaty flesh on my skin. More than once I kneeled down to take a hard cock in my mouth. Savouring the taste of other peoples' sweat and gob and cum on those hard shafts. I savoured the feeling as guys felt my sweaty arse and probed and teased my hole. But I moved away whenever I felt a cock against my arse. No yet. I didn't want to be fucked just yet. The main club was now a seething mass of sex to a hard dance beat. Everywhere men were fucking, sucking and kissing their way into drug-fucked oblivion. As I wasn't high it was like I was standing above them. Observing. Part of me wanted to be in the middle of that drug-fucked orgy but another part of me wasn't so sure I wanted to get that lost. Anyway where would I get drugs now? Just then I saw my mate. He was standing there looking at me. He winked and beckoned me over. "Having fun?" I told him I was horny and needed a 'little help'. He chuckled and reached down into his boot and retrieved a small bullet of paper. "MDMA" he whispered. "Just enough." He winked and walked away. I pulled open the paper and without caring who saw tipped the white powder into my mouth. It was bitter. Very bitter. So I washed it down with my water and then dropped the bottle on the floor. I loved MDMA. It worked quickly and kept me hard. And it didn't take long to take effect. Soon I was wading through walls of flesh. Rubbing against other sweaty bodies. Kissing. Groping. Licking. Sucking. Giving myself totally to the sensations around me. High on drugs. Drunk on poppers. I licked precum from my lips from all the cocks I sucked. I licked the sweat from mens backs and chased it down to their cracks. I buried my face in the pits of men I didn't even look at. It was fantastic. And then suddenly he was there. Watching. Again. I froze as he glared at me. Then I noticed. My mate at his feet. Kneeling there. Eyes glazed over. The muscle guy had his hand on the top of his head. Owning him. My mate looked up at him and smiled. And received a smack around the head for it. My cock stiffened. I felt precum ooze from the head of my cock. That should be me. He raised a finger to his lips as if bidding me to be silent. As if he knew I wanted to scream in frustration that he had chosen my mate over me. I wanted to turn and run but I couldn't . I was stuck to the spot. And suddenly he moved away from the wall and turned away from me. The sea of fucking flesh parted as he continued to walk deeper into the club. My mate tried to stand up and follow him. He was violently pushed away and fell. Lost in a sea of mouths and cocks that buried him. The guy turned around. Stared at me. And winked. Then beckoned me to follow him. I didn't hesitate. I now ignored those same hands and mouths that had been enough until then. Now I was wanted. I followed him into the deepest recesses of the club. I had never ventured this far back before. I had been told this was where the most extreme hardcore sex happened. Guys wild on drugs, high on sex, just wanting to be used. He walked ahead of me. No one touched him. Every so often he would stop and look over his shoulder and smile. Once he stopped just under a dim spotlight and stretched his hands above his back. I watched as the muscles rippled under his sweaty skin. I was in awe. I walked passed men fucking. Fisting. Pissing on one another. All the things that only moments before I craved were no longer important. I was completely focused on following him. Suddenly he stopped. And then he was gone. Nowhere to be seen. I panicked and moved faster. I was at a dead end. Where did he go? It was impossible. I began to panic. I had lost him. Shit. but as my eyes became more accustomed to the gloom I made out a recess on my left. I turned and stood before it. This far back the music was but a dull thud. I heard someone move within. "Get in here fuck boy. Walk until I tell you to stop." I shivered. From fear. And expectation. Gingerly I walked into the gloom. I had no idea where I was walking. Or what I was walking into. The MDMA was at full pelt in my body. I was sweating. I was shaking. I was so hard it hurt. "Stop." I stopped and stood there shivering. "Cold are you fuck boy?" He was behind me. I jumped. I could feel his breath on my shoulder. I started to turn around. "No." He smacked me on the back of my head. Hard. "Don't turn around cunt. Who said you could. I saw you. Whore. Sucking any cock you could. Licking every arse. Gulping cum. Do you think I want me whoreboy to do that?" I shivered. He smacked me on the back on the head. "Answer me" he whispered into my ear. My legs almost gave way as I felt his mouth so close. "No. No Sir." He chuckled. "No. That's right. I decide when my whoreboy needs to perform." Suddenly I felt his fingers trace down my back. I moaned as I felt it trace my spine. "A fittie aren't you my cuntboy." I nodded as his finger slid between my arse cheeks and tease my hole. "Spread your cheeks for me boy. I want to see if this hole has been used. It better not have been." I bent over slightly and spread my cheeks. I hadn't been fucked that night. Or for weeks. I was so tight. I felt his finger push against my hole. I moaned again as he ran his finger over my arse. "Good boy. Not been fucked in a while I would guess." I nodded again. "Good. And taken candy I would guess too?" I nodded again. "Yes sir. Some MDMA." He chuckled. "Gay boy." Suddenly he grabbed me from the back, an arm around my neck and pushed a finger into my mouth. Before I could resist he was rubbing my teeth and gums. The taste was very bitter. "This will be more like it." I don't know why but I struggled which only made him clasp his arms around my chest. I struggled for a while longer until I realised it was useless. He was strong. And whatever he had given me was kicking in. A warmth invaded not only my stomach. But my cock, balls and arse. I could feel the sweat streaming off me. My head was spinning. I could hear the blood rushing through my veins. "Good boy. There doesn't that feel good." I couldn't even nod. He was now standing pressed against me. I could feel his hard cock through his jock pressed against my arse. I pushed back. I wanted his cock. He laughed. "Hungry cunt boy? No. Not yet. Not yet." His hand moved down the front of my body and grabbed my cock. I moaned. He gripped the shaft tight making me moan even louder. "Mmmm. Hard. Feels good in my hand. You will make a good slave boy with a cock like this." I nodded. His hand moved up my body to my neck and squeezed around it. He leaned forward and kissed me gently on the neck. "I am going to fuck you up. You hear me? I am going to own you. You cock. Your arse. Your body. Your mind. Your soul. When I want you I don't give a fuck where you are or who you are with. You will come to me. Immediately. Understood?" I nodded as his hand gripped my neck tighter. "Yes Sir. YES!" My whole body was now burning with desire. For sex. To be used. He moved away. I tried to turn around but he slapped me on the back of my head. "No boy. don't turn around. I know what you need." I winced in anticipation. My hand went to my arse and I wiped sweat off and lubed my hole. "Tell me what you want" he whispered. My mind was reeling. "I want your cock sir. I want you to fuck me. Hard. Harder than ever before Sir. I want you to own my arse." He chuckled. "Good boy. Although I am going to have to teach you to be a better begger. But not tonight. Bend over. Spread your cheeks." I obeyed. I bent over and spread my cheeks. And nothing. I held my breath. Still nothing. I started to turn my head. "DON'T MOVE!" he yelled. Suddenly I felt his arms around my waist and the most agonising pain imaginable as I felt his cock rip into my arse. I yelled from the pain and my knees buckled. He lifted me up and push his cock further into my arse. I tried to push away as he fucked me. It was too much. His cock was ripping a hole in my gut. I retched from the pain and struggled to break free. He held me tight around the waist and continued to plunge in and out of my arse. I began begging him to stop. I told him - begged him - to pull out. Whatever he had given me wasn't dulling the pain. It was intensifying the feeling. Every thrust made lights flare up behind my eyelids. I could hear him grunting with each thrust. His breathing hard and laboured. "Want some poppers cunt boy?" I opened my eyes. I didn't understand. I felt the poppers pushed into my nostril and splash up my nose. I breathed in. Anything to help with the pain. But something was wrong. My mind wasn't working. "Good boy." No. This was wrong. I couldn't understand how he could be fucking me and feeding me poppers. I could feel his breath on my face. And his cock in my arse. Ripping me open with ever deeper thrusts. His cock? No. Not his. I panicked and started to struggle. He realised that I had discovered what was going on and I could hear him laughing. He leaned forward into my face again and grabbed me by the chin. "What fuck boy? Don't you like it? Don't you like being fucked? Used?" He gobbed into my face and smeared it in. The guy fucking me was still driving deep into my arse. He wasn't stopping. The pain was reaching a crescendo in my arse. "Please. Please stop" I begged. He grabbed me by the chin again. "Stop. Isn't this what fuck boy wanted. A cock up his arse?" I moaned. He laughed. "You didn't think I was going to fuck you did you boy. No. You aren't worthy. You think I would put my cock in your arse? After what I've seen tonight. After watching you stare at me in the gym. Lusting after me. Making me the centre of your wank fantasies at home. Me fuck you? No." The guy fucking me pulled me up. And pressed me against his body. His cock, deep in my arse, started to pulse. The muscle guy stood up. "Can you feel it? Can you feel his spunk?" I could. I could feel the guy behind me shaking as he started to cum. I could feel the bristles on his clipped chest. Suddenly I knew who it was. The was the first guy I had seen. He was fucking me. Against my will. He shuddered as I felt his cum shoot into my arse. I tried to move away again but he held me in his iron grip. He licked and kissed the back of my neck as he came. And came. And came. His hot spunk filled my arse. Suddenly I panicked again and writhed desperately to get free. His hand shot forward and grabbed my cock. Squeezing it hard he started to roughly jack me off. I screamed at the sudden pain but he didn't stop. But it didn't take long. A dozen hard sharp twists and suddenly I was shooting spunk. As I shot the guy behind me let me go. I feel to the ground. Into my own spunk. The muscle guy knelt down and grabbed my face. Holding open my mouth he made me taste my own hole - he fingered my sloppy cunt, and then made me lick his hand clean. I lay on the floor in a ball. My arse was fucked raw. My cock was throbbing with pain. Suddenly I felt a boot on my face gently pressing down. "You just might do fuck boi. You might just do." And then he was gone. To be continued...

http://www.bradbare.com/2012/yesterday-you-met-shawn-riley-today-you-get-to-see-him-fuck-raw/ love seeing tweaked out pussyboys getting fucked by hot tops with their big hard throbbing dicks vs the small limp shrunken boiclit

no erections/no orgasms here. bottoms should be impotent.

I can only speak for myself and I'm sure every top feels differently. I've always liked when a bottom boy stays soft and focuses completely on his boyhole. For a bottom boy to tug on own dick seems distracting and unnecessary to me. Over the years, my preference has turned into more of a mandate, to the extent that I'll tell a boy upfront to stay soft and will absolutely ban any kind of masturbation while I'm fucking. There is a physical beauty to seeing a perfectly groomed limp dick sway gently with each stroke. But above all, this is about the spiritual and emotional connection I feel with a bottom boy when I fuck. As a daddy/master, I want to look down on a boy's face and know he is in a state of total submission and surrendered to his top. I want our minds to be focused on the same: the pleasure of fucking, and the ultimate goal of the top's total release. When I slowly pull out and see a string of semen between my piss slit and the boyhole, I want to know that we both feel completely fulfilled. Any boy who has any other goals than to take my load is not a boy I want to fuck. I know that limits my options, but when I find a boy like that I know we'll have sex at a higher level and that the moment I dump my load will take us both into the spheres.

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

I love the look of this hole. pics from: http://confessionsofabarebacksaunaslut.blogspot.com/