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Took 3 loads from 3 guys over the past 6 days or so. On Friday, one of my regulars stopped by on his way to a night of bar-hopping. Beautiful 8-incher on him. He loves to make me suck his cock hard for about 30 seconds, then puts me on my back, lubes up and shoots within about 5 minutes and gets on his way. On Monday, met up with a really cute 22-year-old guy I'd been chatting with on Grindr for months. He mentions he's negative and recently tested, never asked me about my status. Comes over and after a lot of foreplay, he jumps on my dick and rides for a while but says he wants to flip. So he pins me on my back, lifts my legs and slides in raw. After about 10 minutes (he felt perfect, btw, and I told him that) he says "Holy shit, I'm cumming," and lays what he said is a 2-week load deep in me. Last night I was wide awake at 2 a.m. and chatted up a guy on Grindr who lives about 10 minutes away. We'd met up once before several months ago, and he insisted on playing safe back then. But he's a 20-something hottie with an amazing dick, so I go to his place and I can tell this time is different because first, he starts passionately making out (which he didn't last time) and begs me to rim him (which he says he rarely does). After I get him squirming and both of us are floating on poppers, he gets on top of me, grabs the lube off the nightstand and asks if I'm ready for him. Of course I said yes. Honestly, if it wasn't for the poppers, I'm not sure I could've handled him -- his dick was incredibly thick with a good length, and we still had to ease in and go slow at first. It didn't take him long to build up his speed (he mentioned that I was handling his cock like a champ, and that he was impressed). I could tell he was about to cum, and he asked where I wanted it. I grabbed his cute ass and pulled his cock in deeper, and that was all it took to make him shoot.

1. It started at a New Year's Eve party. It was the last day of 1995, heading into 1996. Outside, in the nation, a culture war was raging, and it felt like sometimes we were losing. Inside, all of us young gay men were terrified. AIDS was everywhere, and there was still no cure, no treatment, and most of all, no hope. We all had gotten the religion of safer sex, of relentlessly using condoms. We were all good boys, and used them every single time. Except, of course, when we didn't. When we were too drunk. Too high. Too enamored of our partner. In the run up to midnight, we were playing a drinking game. Our host was reading a list of activities. Every time he read one that we had done, we drank. Sometimes, we would nervously look around, seeing who else dared to drink, like when he read "had sex without a condom." Other times, there was a raucous cheer and we all drank, like when he said, "Got a blow job." At the end of the game, all of us were drunk to one degree or another. That was when Jeff came up to me. We were casual acquaintances. We would say hello in the bar, and see each other at parties. But we had never really talked. "I saw you drank when Shawn asked if you had sex without a condom," he said. "Yeah," I nodded. "And when he asked about sex with a poz guy." "Yeah," I said again. "Same guy?" he asked, an evil smile on his face. "No," I said. "Of course not." "Ahh, too bad." But, before I could say another word, someone lurched between us, and started to talk to Jeff. I'm not sure it mattered. The seed had planted in my mind, and it started to take root. To get fucked raw by a poz guy. To do something so utterly reckless and stupid. To utterly stop worrying about consequences of my actions. I didn't remember much about the rest of the evening, other than that ill-advised and imprudent idea. Like the deadly virus all around me, it festered and slowly grew. I had discovered the Internet, and had discovered there was a word for it. Barebacking. It seemed both completely wrong and scarily hot. I discovered there were groups of men who gathered to enjoy skin-on-skin contact and exchanging fluids. I discovered that some of them would welcome negative guys into their circle, infecting them in a dark and depraved orgy of raw fucking. Last, but not least, I discovered that my acquaintance Jeff was a member in one of these clubs. He encouraged me to learn more about the club and more about the virus. He introduced me to other members of the club, and I heard their stories. Most of all, Jeff gave me permission to fantasize about joining their private club. "It's ok," he would message me on AOL. "It's just a fantasy when you are jerking off. It's no more real than the frat brothers fucking in porn." Those were the nights I came the hardest. Thick ropes of cum would cover my chest and I was disappointed they did not burn with the virus. Online, I would exchange messages with the other guys in the club. They talked about how good it felt to fuck raw and how relieved they were that they weren't frightened anymore. They encouraged my fantasies as well and told me I should visit their club one night. It was Jeff who finally extended the formal invitation. They wanted to have a party in my honor. "Summer Solstice. Friday, June 21st. We'll all spend the weekend having fun," he said. "Just be ready for the ritual," he continued, a hint of mystery in his voice. He told me the address and said I should be there at 8PM sharp. On the appointed Friday, time seemed to stand still. I had been planning to leave work early, have a drink and relax before the party. But instead, I had a last minute fire to fight, and I barely had enough time to shower and get dressed before I had to rush out the door. The address led me through the old industrial part of town, to an anonymous warehouse. There were several cars out front, parked on what I hoped was an abandoned railway spur. I parked next to them. There was a single bare bulb over the door, providing just enough light to read the number on the door. 2718, it read, the same address that Jeff had given me. I knocked on the door, wondering what I was to do next. The door opened; it was darker inside than outside. "Yes?" a man asked from within. "I'm Tim," I said. "Jeff said to come here." "Right. You're the initiate." "Yeah," I said. "Come in." The door opened a bit further, but it was still dark. I stepped inside, and hoped that my eyes would soon adjust. Black curtains, hung from the high ceilings, marked off the entry area and there were two large candles burning on iron stands. Mixed with the smell of the candles were the hints of sex. I could smell the sweat, a bit of lube, and the promise of cum. In the background, there was a low prayer-like chant droning on. The door behind me closed, and I began to see more details. The man who had let me in was about my height, maybe 6'4", with a muscular, hairy chest. He was almost naked, wearing a pair of black combat boots, and a black leather mask that exposed only his mouth and two holes for his eyes. "Strip down," he said. I kicked off my shoes, pulled off my shirt and removed my shorts. "All the way," he said, nodding at my underwear. His cock was hanging down, thick but still mostly limp. I took off my underwear, and stood in front of him, completely naked. He knew my name but I knew almost nothing about him. In addition, he had slightly more clothes than I did, plus the relative anonymity the mask afforded him made me feel even more vulnerable. "Follow me," he said, turning around, and walking slowly deeper into the warehouse. His ass was firm and muscular, and I wondered how it would feel to slide my raw cock into him. He parted the curtains; the next room seemed to have a bit more light. "Come," he said. I followed his lead, and walked through the curtains. The room was much bigger, but the light was just an illusion; there was a candle right where we entered. It took me a moment to take everything in. Painted in white in the middle of the room was a white circle, a pentagram inscribed inside it. At each of the five points, there was a heavy steel column with a candle flickering. Around the perimeter of the circle were men, all with various black leather masks on. Some masks covered only their eyes, while others covered most of their faces. At the head of the pentagram, one man stood alone, a pair of black boots and a leather executioner's hood. In front of him, right at the center of the pentagram, was a wooden fuck bench with thick leather straps hanging off. Even with the heavy hood on, I could tell he was watching my every move. Like a wolf tracking his prey. He shifted his weight and a heavy steel axe glinted in the candlelight. I shivered. It was not clear if this was an initiation or something much more dangerous. "My Father," the man who had led me in said, "I bring the Initiate." He left me at the base of the pentagram, the fuck bench the only thing between me and the man in the executioner's hood. I could barely keep my eyes off of the man in front of me. His uncut cock was sticking up, erect and hard. Even hard, the foreskin covered the head, making him seem even more like a wild animal, barely tamed. "Welcome to the temple of the Dark Lord," he said. I was still looking around, trying to take in the entire scene. It was a scene from one of the darkest stories I had read. A Church to Sex, dedicated to a malevolent and dirty God, charged with the task of spreading their disease. My cock began to twitch at the thought. "Thank-you," I said. "You may call me Sir," he said. In the flickering candles, I could only just see his mouth move. His eyes were dark, unfeeling pits of blackness. "Thank you Sir." "You are the Initiate, correct?" "Yes Sir, I am." "You know why you are here, right, Initiate?" "I do, Sir." "You are ready to give your body to the Dark Lord? To let him rule you?" "I am, Sir." I knew what was going to happen. These men were all going to fuck me. They were going to fuck me raw, and shoot their seed in me. From the looks of the men arrayed around the room, at least a few of them were full-blown. The rest, no doubt, had the Dark Lord's virus pumping through their veins. It would require divine intervention from a much better God for me not to get infected this evening. "Are you ready to die for him?" The Dark Lord's virus was both fatal and incurable. I would be pumped full of it by the horny men surrounding me. I would be infected, which meant I would die. "I am. Sir." "Good. I will be your executioner tonight. Do you accept my authority?" "I do, Sir." "Do you give me your body to do as the Dark Lord wishes?" "I do Sir. To the death." "And you will die from tonight's ordeal," he said. His cock twitched and a bead of pre-cum appeared on his slit. The twisted fuck was enjoying this. I had to admit I was as well. Hot men surrounded me, each of them ready to fuck me raw and pump me full of their jizz. By the end of the weekend, I would be dripping with sperm. "Death in the service of the Dark Lord is an honor, sir." "Good. For the rest of the ritual, you will not have a name. You will be known only as the Sacrifice." He made it sound evil and dirty. My cock was nearly erect. This was worse than any dark jerk off fantasy I had ever had and better than more favorite porn. He turned to a man standing to his right, shifting the axe to his other hand. "Acolyte?" my executioner said. "Yes, Sir?" the new man asked. I hadn't recognized any of the men; with their heads hidden under the masks and hoods, it was impossible to see any of the critical details. But, once I had heard his voice, I knew who it was. It was Jeff. "Has the method of execution been selected?" "It has Father." "And what is the decision of the Black Cabal in how to dispose of Sacrifice?" "Anally injected death sentence. AIDS." Jeff stared at me, smiling. "It shall be carried out every week until the sacrifice is infected." "AIDS it was, AIDS it is and AIDS it will be." my executioner confirmed. "The Dark Lord rejoices in his virus. Did the sacrifice hear his sentence?" he asked me. "I did," I said. I still couldn't keep my eyes off of his cock. It was seemingly even more erect than earlier and still, the head was covered by foreskin. "I did. And, my Executioner, I accept the decision of the Dark Lord's darkest minions." "The Sacrifice will assume the position on the altar." He motioned for me to get on the fuck bench. I climbed on to the wooden bench. It was solid, barely even moving as I rested my weight against the cool leather pads. I adjusted myself, feeling my cock throb underneath me. As the thick straps brushed against my legs and arms, I felt the first pangs of fear. Until now, it had been just play. It wasn't real. From the left and the right, two men stepped forward from the ranks, and adjusted the straps. First, they did my thighs, then my arms. I tested them, but the leather straps were tight and strong. I was totally naked, strapped into place, unable to move, and totally powerless to defend myself from perverted desires of the men surrounding me. The ritual may have been a bit dramatic and over-wrought, but there was a core of truth to it. I had agreed to be infected with a deadly disease, and, eventually, when I was on my deathbed, I would be able to trace it back to this night. As the reality of what I had started hit me, the room seemed to swallow me up. I could feel every stray draft across my skin. I could hear every slight shift in weight from the men around me. And most of all, I could smell them. Their masculine sweat was the dominant smell, but there was the hint of metallic tang from the pre-cum starting to drip from their erections. I wanted to slow it all down and think it through again. I had jerked off to every imaginable permutation and combination of getting infected, except for the actual reality itself. Now, faced with the harrowing reality of getting infected, I was having second thoughts. Once more, I pulled against the straps, but there was no more play than the first time. I was tied down and there was no chance of mercy from these men. Oblivious to my mounting fears and growing doubts, the man I now thought of as my executioner turned to his left side. Another man stood there, again, wearing nothing but a pair of boots and a black mask around his eyes. "My acolyte, has the cabal granted any relief for the ordeal?" "They have my Father. The sacrifice is allowed an emollient to begin. And with your blessing, he may enjoy the Dark Lord's glass cock." "The sacrifice is lucky," the executioner said. "Do you have the emollient?" "I do, my Father." "Then prepare the Sacrifice," he said. The man stepped forward from where he stood by the executioner, leaned down and extracted a thick tube from his boots. He walked towards me, and I could see it was a syringe, just lacking a needle. It was filled with an opaque white fluid. "We anoint the sacrifice with the semen of the Dark Lord." The man took up a position behind me, close enough that I could feel the warmth from his body against my skin. "This will hurt," he grunted. Before I could even fully process what he had said, he stuck his gloved hand into my crack, spreading my cheeks apart and exposing my hole. He pushed the syringe into my anus, forcing it deep within me. The sharp plastic edges hurt as it penetrated, but it was only for a moment. He pressed down, and there was a cool sensation in my gut. "Should be good," he grunted again, and pulled it out. He rubbed my hole for a few seconds, getting it to close up. "It will take a few minutes for the Dark Lord's semen to take effect," the executioner said. The gloved man stepped back from behind me and resumed his position next to the executioner. "Congregation, are you ready to begin?" the executioner asked. "We are," the men surrounding me answered. He turned back to Jeff. "Acolyte, are you ready?" "I am, my father," Jeff answered. He grabbed his erection and shook it. "Take the position," he told Jeff. Jeff stepped away from his place by the executioner, and walked behind me. He rubbed his cock against my crack. Between a bit of the semen from the syringe and the pre-cum on his cock, there was just enough lube for his shaft to slide back and forth. Like a torpedo to its target, his cock quickly found my hole. He paused and cleared his throat. "Thank you, Dark Lord, for allowing me to start the sacrifice in your honor." Jeff called out in a clear, loud voice, loud enough for the entire room to hear. "Hail Lucifer," the men replied. The response came from every side of the pentagram, enveloping me in the raucous joy of the men ready for the chance to breed me. "Thank you, Dark Lord, for your minions who have infected me." "Hail Lucifer," the response rose again from the men. Thank you Dark Lord, for the drugs that make me not care." "Hail Lucifer," came from the assembled men again. "Thank you, Dark Lord, for the opportunity to further your cause." "Hail Lucifer" "Thank you, Dark Lord, for the pleasure of converting the sacrifice to your cause." "Hail Lucifer" "Acolyte, you may begin the insemination," the Executioner said. "Thank you Sir," Jeff said. His cock was still resting against my hole, hard and dripping precum. "It will be my pleasure." His cockhead was primed and ready, but not yet in me. He pressed, and suddenly, the tip of his dick was inside me. It hurt, but only just a bit. He pressed again and his entire shaft was inside me. It hurt but at the same time, in that second of pain, I suddenly knew more about Jeff than months of casual conversation. I understood his anger at the boyfriend who had betrayed him and infected him. I knew about his shame and fear of being treated as a diseased pariah. I grasped his contentment of finding a community that accepted him. Most of all, I felt his ecstatic pleasure at being inside me. His cock was a hard, raw shaft buried inside of my body. He was dripping his infected pre-cum into me. The pain I felt from his hard cock penetrating my body was nothing. I could not deny Jeff his pleasure, his feeling of raw power over me just for the pain and discomfort he was putting me through. My agony was the very tiniest of offerings I could give to the Dark Lord. Jeff paused a moment with his balls pressed hard against my ass. His cock throbbed, and a bit of pre-cum leaked out. He grabbed my waist. It was more to give him some leverage; I was still secured to the fuck bench. No matter how hard Jeff pounded my ass, I would not be moving. I tensed, ready for his next move. "Oh fuck," he grunted in pleasure. "So tight," he murmured, just loudly enough for me to hear. He pulled his cock almost all the way out, so that just his head was still inside my hole. It was no longer the full length and width of his erection inside of me, but I still wasn't able to relax. "Be still," he murmured. "Open up for me. Open up and let the Dark Lord take over your body." Jeff paused for a moment, and then spoke again, louder this time. "May he?" he asked to the executioner. I looked up at the naked man. He was still this perfect specimen of masculinity, his body nearly all muscle, his chest covered with a light dusting of light brown hair flecked with grey. He nodded ever so slightly. I wondered if I had even seen it or if it was just my eyes playing tricks on me in the flickering candlelight. But, a young man walked out from among the gathered men, directly to me. He was different from the other men. For one, he was younger, maybe only barely twenty years old. It was easy to tell because he was not wearing a mask and his cock was imprisoned in a steel chastity cage. He was wearing sneakers as well; the overall impression was of a young man, still not sure of himself. In his hand, he had a familiar small brown bottle. "You'll want this," he said. He opened the bottle and held it under my nose. "Lucky," he murmured as I sniffed from the poppers. I inhaled deeply, letting the chemical fill my lungs. I held it long enough for the familiar warm waves of happiness to start to wash over my body. My entire body relaxed. Jeff could feel the change, and pressed his shaft back into me. "Let me in," Jeff said, pushing another inch of his hard shaft into my raw hole. This time, it did not hurt as much. There was still the warm, burning sensation in my hole, but the sharp pains had disappeared. Jeff's cock now felt like it belonged inside of me. As the poppers flooded my brain, I wanted more than just a few inches of Jeff's shaft in me. I wanted all of him. I wanted every man in the room to fuck me and fill me with his seed. I had never felt a hunger like this before. I tried to push back against Jeff's cock, but the leather straps held me in place. They were now a cruel joke. I had always known they were there to hold me in place and to keep me from running away from the assembled men. But, instead, they were keeping me from running towards my desires and dreams. "Calm down," Jeff said. "You'll get far more than you'll need." His cock slid the rest of the way into me and his balls slapped against my ass. Even as big as his cock was, it was still not enough for me. I looked around, craving each man's load. "The spirit of the Dark Lord is here," Jeff announced to the gathered men. There was a murmur of approval from the men. "The sacrifice can feel his hunger." I couldn't explain it, but Jeff was right. The hunger was consuming me, and the only way it could be satiated was from these men fucking me. Jeff pulled out, and slammed back into me. If it were not for the Dark Lord's influence, it would have been an excruciating experience. But instead, it felt completely natural and appropriate. As Jeff started to fuck me harder, the assembled men started to respond to the fucking. "Breed him," they said, there words punctuated by another forceful thrust from Jeff. "Convert him," they continued. Jeff's pace was picking up, and I wondered how far he was from cumming. In any other situation, I would have been terrified by what was happening. An HIV-positive man was fucking me raw, and was on the verge of cumming in me. "Infect him," the crowd called out. The poppers were strong; even a few minutes later, I was still flying and was craving more poppers, more cock, and most of all, a load in my raw hole. "Fuck him," the crowd called out. Suddenly, the executioner dropped his axe. The heavy iron head hit the ground with a loud thud; I could feel the vibration travel up the fuck bench and hit me in the chest. The crowd grew silent. The only sounds were Jeff's short, sharp breaths announcing just how close to orgasm he was. "It is time," the executioner said. "Kill him." The command pushed Jeff over the edge. "Take my load," he grunted as his cock slammed into my hole. The first warm jet of spooge of his orgasm simultaneously landed deep inside of me. "Take my dirty cum," he moaned, as another jet shot from his cock into my unprotected hole. As his cum filled my hole, I knew there was truly no going back. I had crossed the Rubicon. The die had been cast. I had taken infected cum. I'm sure I had done it before, in a moment of weakness, when I let a random stranger from the bar fuck me. But this time, it was different. I had known exactly who Jeff was. I had known exactly how dangerous it would be to have sex with him. And far from being scared, all I could think about was the next man who would cum in me. His cock would be thick and hard, dripping infected pre-cum, and I would beg for it. I looked up to see the executioner. He was still standing in front of me and his cock was just as hard as ever. Precum was dripping from the head and down his foreskin. "The execution has begun," he said. "Bring out the spice. Satiate your hungers with our willing sacrifice. And let our Dark Lord feed off your perverted and depraved pleasures." "Hail Lucifer," the assembled crowd of men replied, as they moved forward, into the pentagram that I was the center of. "Hail the Dark Lord."

Went out last night for drinks with a buddy and one of his exes. He has a long list. My buddy gets drunk, starts hassling me because he knows I fuck around raw. I tune him out and pretty soon the ex is arguing with him about something else and they have a blow up. My buddy takes off and I left with the ex. Well, he made it pretty clear that he was turned on--maybe partly because my buddy talked about how I am hung. So this guy is cute and muscular but he's my age and that's usually not my type. But the idea of paying back my friend by loading his exes's ass was too good to pass up. So we go back to the exes's place and damn he had a really manly ass. Not just muscular but hairy. Great fuck and he was really asking me to cum in him over and over. I shot a big load in him and we were both really happy about it.

Had an awesome afternoon -- met my hubby and our favorite boy for lunch near the office today -- ate outside on a patio as it was warm, breezy and mostly sunny. By the end of lunch we were all boned up as we hadn't fucked together in almost a week. So, we ended up extending lunch a bit by renting a nearby hotel room and spending the next 75 minutes fucking the cum out of each other (literally). Hubby and I took turns tag-teaming our boy, then we sat back against the headboard of the bed and he took turns riding us, while we all 3 made out (3-way kissing is HOT) -- hubby bred boy first, then I got sloppy seconds (my fav!). By that time hubby was hard again and plowed my hole until I came, while I sucked our boy to orgasm #2. It was awesome, unexpected, no poppers, no lube -- just 3 hot, horny men, spit and cum! We have the room through the night, so maybe there will be more to tell by tomorrow....?

Hi all. Hope you enjoy this - like everything it's based somewhat on some experiences I've had. Alright lads? My name's Stuart. I'm from Skye originally but moved to Glasgow like most of my mates, cause there's fuck-all to do in Skye and even less to shag. A few years back I was back visiting and I bumped into the mother of an old school friend of mine Bill. When she heard I was moving house, she was delighted and asked if I would stay with Bill for a while. She was worried about Bill's choice of friends and it was a fair request. Bill had hit weed pretty strong in college and had dropped out of a computer science course for part-time jobs as a lighting rigger for shows in the city, full-time job as a stoner. Bill lived in a slightly run-down part of Glasgow, in a beautiful old redbrick house with Georgian windows and crappy insulation - I'd been over there once or twice for some great nights smoking my brains out with my straight mate. His mum was right though, his current crowd was full of right dobbers and pissheads! Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed a toke or two. At this stage I hadn't tried much else - a bump of speed once and a few pills if I could get them. However, unlike Bill I didn't arrange my life around drugs. I kept myself fit by joining a canoeing team in college and did some climbing too. At this point just after my Masters, I was 24, dirty blond, pale-as-fuck skin (thank you Scottish weather), lean with defined muscles and if I tensed-up enough, I had a six-pack. After I got the call from his mum, I called Bill to ask him how he was and if he knew of any rooms in his area. "Aye lad, yeah sorry I forgot to mention it, there's the room going here" he drawled, "but you'll have to be ok'd by the landlords first, but you'll have no bother with them" he continued with a bit of a leery tone. I replied "what do you mean?" I could hear him stop for a toke, hold it, release, and then continued, "they're poofs like you man, you can probably talk to them about fuckin' flower arrangin' or some shite" I laughed "haha, fuck you, ya wee gob, I still remember your stamp collection phase". He spluttered with that comment "not a word of that now, if we're to be housemates, no leaking of any dirty secrets!" I chuckled, "well put in a good word for me and I'll see about "forgetting" certain key facts about Scotland's 1998 philatelist-to-watch award winner". After a few more friendly jibes, Bill told me he'd call them and get them to give me a text with an appointment in the next few days. The following Saturday I got a text "Hi this is Davie, Bill's landlord, Would you able to pop by at 7 tonight?" I groaned a little cause it was midday and as I had just arranged a shag with this fit guy I met through a fuck-buddy of mine - Pedro. At least I was told he was fit. My fuck buddy Andrew being a total slut that he was, had to cancel a shag last minute, and suggested to Pedro that he could get him a replacement. When I got the text that morning I chuckled. Only Andrew would be considerate enough to think of my hole, I thought - although granted, Pedro sounded pretty fit - 36, Spanish, good body, a bit sleazy, 9" cock with a slight curve, top. Ok maybe it was the last part I was happiest with. A drag queen from the local shows used to say "Glasgow is like American Apparel - you can never find a decent top!" And I was due to meet this top at 4pm about a ten-minute walk from Bill's house. "Fuck it" I thought, "I am not turning down some prime Spanish meat for this meeting, I'll get fucked by him and then meet Davie, and then afterward I'll go back for more!" My contact from Pedro had been minimal, I was interested what he meant by sleazy. I just got a message from a blurry torso with rose tattoo on the left pec on Grindr saying "I hear Andrew's recommended you as an animal in the sack, looking forward to later" and an address. At 3.50pm, I got to the apartment at that address and got buzzed in - from the stairwell I saw his door was ajar. I walked in and closed the door behind me and heard a voice "In here Stuart!". I followed the voice to a bedroom and opening the door I saw Pedro, naked, kneeling on the bed facing me, with one hand smoking a joint and with the other stroking his beautiful cock. He had deep golden skin, a shaved head and a fit body with some tattoos. There was the rose on his left pec and more colourful tats on both arms and legs. If this was the United States I'd bet people would be be checking their wallets, but here in grey, dull Glasgow he was exotic. He smiled at me, "hey chico, wanna suck on this". I took my bag and jacket off and walked over to him, "hi Pedro", I said "your pictures don't do you justice". He smiled, took a drag and then pulled me by my shirt-front and kissed me, giving me a blowback from the joint as he did. "It's all yours boy, enjoy the ride" and pulled me down to his cock. Pedro's cock was darker the rest of him and his black pubes were kept trim but were still a bit curly. Kneeling in front of the bed I held his growing cock and started to rhythmically stroke it to full hardness while I got my shirt off with the other hand. I licked the velvety skin of the shaft and took his cock head in my mouth. I only started with the first third of his cock and my mouth felt almost full. His cock was thick, a bit salty and juicy, with a long foreskin I played with a little as I pulled him into a better position. As I started to tug at my jeans Pedro said "Don't be in a hurry boy", and started rubbing my face against his cock, "now show me those cock-sucking skills I've heard about". His cock was getting longer and harder in my hand and mouth, sticking out with a curve to the right. I smelled his clean but strong scent -I fucking love a good sweaty guy! I started to move my head down him. As we got into it, I made my signature move - when you put the tip of your tongue up to the roof of your mouth (like when you say the letter L) and hold it firm while the cock moves back up to push past it in your mouth. Then as it breaks past the tongue, the tongue is quickly slid underneath the shaft - rinse and repeat. Pedro was loving it "Aw yeah chico, do more of that!" I gripped his brown ass and licked a finger to rub his hole, but Pedro said "no dude, I ain't gay for that kinda shit". "Oh great" I thought, "another closet case", but the dick was right - it just fit beautifully in my mouth, soft and firm, pumping in and out. My mouth, his dick - they were like custom designed for each other. I got into a rhythm with Pedro, with him moving his hips as his cock-head increased pace and started pummelling the back of my throat. I took ages slurping and sucking his cock, occasionally licking his taint and balls - this Spaniard was loving the attention, but wouldn't let me rim him. I'd take little breaks to swallow all the extra spit that had built up and one of these Pedro passed me the spliff again. "Up on the bed chico" he said, and started to help me out of my trousers. At this stage the effect of the joint was making me more relaxed and sensual. I shucked off my trousers and shoes and grabbed Pedro and kissed him passionately, tongues battling it out and invading eachother's mouths. "Thank fuck he's got no hang-ups about kissing" I thought to myself, and revised my notions about him being an "MSM" (straight men who lie to themselves that shagging men doesn't make them gay or bi) and thought he was just a top who knew what he wants. Much better. I tasted something acrid in his mouth, and pulled off him to say "what have you been drinking? Window cleaner?" He smirked at me, "close", he said, "you had G before?" I'd heard of G but never tried it. I knew it was easy to overdose on it so I shook my head, "maybe later" I replied. He kissed me down my chest, stopped at my briefs to pull out my semi-hard cock and gave me a few cursory welcoming licks, but as a consumate bottom I knew what he was looking for and twisted myself round to put my ass on display. My ass is pretty fucking beautiful if I do say so myself. All my climbing work has given me a firm white ass with a bright pink pucker I keep shaved. As he inched my underwear off and I spread my cheeks I heard an intake of breath "Dios mio, what a fucking culo" I turned my head to see Pedro taking in my "rear-view". He dove in to my ass with his mouth. Lappping and sucking. He did stuff to me that I can't quite describe and I wish I'd asked him later so I could improve my own technique - but fuck yeah he was good. He used his tongue in a way it felt like his tongue was fucking me but also knew just the right amount of finger to mix in with the rimming. "Mmm, oh chico, this ass is art! You should become an ass-fucking-model. He made those photographer "frames" with his thumbs and index fingers jokingly and then said "this china-white ass deserves a photo!" I quipped "as long as my face isn't in it, I'm game". Pedro looked at me with a devilish smirk, cock at full attention, while rummaging around his room for a camera, "what else are you game for, china-white chico?" Now I'm not naive by a long shot, and I know that in Scotland and the rest of the UK at least "China-white" used to be a term for cocaine, there was a club in London named it as well, so when Pedro pulls out a giant bag of white powder with his camera and places it on the tablestand, I try to just wryly raise an eyebrow - who knows maybe I came across suave and worldly, maybe I looked like I had a facial-tick. I was pretty stoned by then and so was Pedro. This was a huge bag of coke - we're talking at least 500 grammes - like the stuff you see on television, not in a two-bed apartment in Glasgow. I half-expected some officer to magically appear with a knife to cut the bag and rub some on their teeth. "That's a lot of coke Pedro" I said, as levelly as possible. "No shit chico, and I want to snort some china-white off that china-white as of yours" he said with a gleam in his eye. It was about then that I realised his pupils were fully dilated. I laughed "you've been sampling this a bit already, haven't you?". He just laughed too, and brought out a tray and poured out a bit and started crushing it and making it into lines with a credit card. As he took out a plastic straw and cut two short lengths, I knew then I was going to be snorting coke for the first time. He looked up at me and said, "you game China-white?" There was a clock on the wall and it was reading 4.20 (I took a drag of the spliff) and I asked, "Pedro, you can do it, but I've to meet my landlord at 7. How long does coke last?". Pedro immediately realised I was a coke-virgin and bringing over the tray said "don't worry Stuart, it'll be just a mild buzz like coffee by that time". Lying bastard.

Part I I wasn’t always a piece of garbage. I once had been brought up in a nice conservative, middle class household and was track for a college career and a nice job someday into the future, but being a true-born trashy Asian slut I couldn’t resist the temptation of the pipe. It started out with weed, buying by the gram and smoking out of a bowl, escalated to buying ounces and taking monster hits out of grav bongs, then I would hop in my car, recklessly drive to a stranger’s house, and let him fuck me. Anything to get some dick, I didn’t care who it was, but I liked daddies and middle-aged men the most. Daddies are so much hornier, the way they touch your skin with their coarse, hungry hands. Then one day I was smoking with a 42-year-old daddy before we fucked. He was a big guy, about 5’11”, a little guido-looking with his hair gelled up, deep spray tan, gigantic muscles, and shades. He was wearing a tight black wife-beater, tight white pants, and flip flops. He pulled out a glass pipe and asked, “You into T?” “What’s that?” I asked, ready to try any drug he was about to offer. “Ever heard of crystal meth?” he asked, raising his eyebrows and shaking a little bag of white shards in front of me. I stared at it hungrily. I had tried molly and ecstasy before, but meth was a trashy drug, a drug I pictured wasted, twisted lowlifes smoke in trailers. I had never known it was even around in the area. “Hell yeah,” I responded. I was already high as I ever was, barely able to respond to his questions, but I snorted a line of coke a few minutes ago and was wide awake. My breaths were getting heavy and slow and I was getting tingly sensations all over my body. Hell I was horny. He took a small straw and measured out a few small crystals into the pipe. Little did I know how much and how potent those few shards actually turned out to be. Daddy showed me the ropes. “Here, hold the pipe to your lips and just tilt it sideways. I’m going to light and wait for the crystals to swirl around in the bowl. I’ll tell you when to start sucking.” He lit the lighter and held the flame just below the bowl. A few seconds passed and swirls start forming, getting thicker, until the bowl was a cloud of smoke so thick it was almost yellow. “Suck slowly, let it stream in through your mouth,” he instructed. I let the smoke trickle into my body, but it didn’t stop. The thick white smoke wasn’t thinning, so I sucked just a little bit harder. A rush of chemicals (it smelled like it) smacked me, but he gently held my face and told me to stay on the pipe. I sucked, and just coughed the T out of my nostrils. Finally, I left the pipe and sprayed the room with a brilliant cloud of thick white smoke that hung over our heads. “Fuck yeah, you cheap cunt,” Daddy growled. “You’re gonna get tweaked out tonight.” He himself took a small hit. He was saving it for me. He had plans for me. I took four more big hits, then he repacked the bowl and torched it, casually sucking in more smoke than I imagined possible. He grabbed me by the hair, pulled my lips to his, and shot gunned it into me. My head was spinning from the weed and the meth, and my skin felt like my whole body was meant to be penetrated in any way possible. I was unbearably horny. I had worn tight denim shorts that sagged below my g-string and a spaghetti strap cropped to my chest to reveal a small 4-pack. “Feeling good?” he asked. “Feeling dirty,” I purred. I crawled onto his bed dangled my head over the side. Guido Dad didn’t take off his pants, simply unzipping the fly to unleash a massive 8 inch meat rod with a giant thick head. I had prepared for this, with a painfully large butt plug crammed in my ass on the drive here. “You ready for this? My little slut?” He lit up a cigarette and slid his cock down my throat. It slid clumsily over my tongue, far too big for my mouth. The head was larger than a large strawberry. He pulled my mouth open and went deeper, resting the head until it just tickled the back of my throat. I slurped my tongue frantically along the top, trying to lick at the delicious head. He grabbed the sides of my face and slowly fucked me as I slurped his dick. It ached my jaws, but it was worth it. It smelled like his musk, and there was a light amount of hair around the base of his dick. After a few moments he would take out his dick and pour some water down my throat; my mouth was getting dry from the high. My mind was blown, the meth had opened up a nirvana for me while Guido Dad’s dick was pounding my throat and face until I gagged and spluttered thick globs of saliva over my face. This was what I was meant to do. I thought I had no purpose in life, but this was it. He pulled his dick out of my mouth and fed me a little more water. By now his dick was slobbering wet and drooping threads of saliva over my face. He smelled of fresh cigarettes, it was incredibly sexy. The room was spinning as I lay there panting, my face covered in his sweaty hairy balls. My face and chest felt hot and my heart was pounding quickly. “Fuck you, you’re just a hole, aren’t you?” He grumbled. “You live at home with Mommy and Daddy, boy?” “No,” I gasped, globs of spit flowing from my open mouth, down to my cheeks, and sticking onto his balls. “Good, cuz you’re not gonna see them for a while. I have bigger plans for you,” he grunted. He looked so hot in that wife beater. His face looked sadistic, like he was taking pleasure in seeing how much he’s degraded me with just ten minutes of deep throat. “I’m not gonna let some hungry nineteen-year-old pussy go to waste like this.” I was OK with that. I was ready to sign myself over to him to be his whore, his property that he can use and rent, a place where he dumps his loads. His dick was now rock hard, a magnificent club of meat, a deadly sperm gun. He emptied his little bag into his silicon lube, shook it up, and started liberally applying it to my hole along with motor oil. “After I fuck this trashy little butt, I’m going to make a few bucks off of you,” he grunted. “But I’m not going to do it without your consent. If you want me to be your pimp daddy, it’s for life until I’m done with that hole. If you agree to this, there’s no turning back. I own you, and I’ll drug you up with meth, pot, poppers, and crack everyday, and you will serve any man who needs a pussy. I’ll make sure you’re black-out high every minute you’re awake. I’ll have you gangbanged in motel rooms, take a quick load in a public bathroom, tied up in bathhouses, maybe even parties here. You are a worthless, trashy, tweaked up cumdump, and you know it. So what do you say?” My head was spinning, and the moments between blinks started feeling very long. Holy shit, I was flying. “Hell yeah,” I moaned through my sloppy wetness. He grinned like a devil. This guy was a bad man, alright, but everything he said was true. I knew why I was put on this earth now, and he was going to guide me to my ultimate goal: to just be a fuckhole, that is what boys are meant to do for men, and that is all I’m worth. “Before I wreck that little slit permanently, I’m gonna reward you for your answer,” he said. He reached into his drawer and pulled out a dirty sock and a bottle of Maximum Impact, sprayed it, and slammed it over my face. A rush of chemicals was flooding into my system, and all of a sudden there was nothing. I ass was on fire, desperate for cock, and I moaned under the sock as the impact continued to attack me, funneling sluttiness into my blood. I had blacked out and my eyes stared into nothingness as Guido Dad removed the sock, and I could barely hear I was so tweaked out and fucked up. I could see him prepare a syringe above my head, but the room was spinning so fast, I couldn’t focus on it. I felt a sudden tightness on my arm. “Flex,” he commanded, and I responded, and he tied a belt around my bicep. I heard him moving around me and slowly inserted the needle into a large vein. I felt the prick, but my body was so relaxed I didn’t even react. I felt it take back some blood, then go deeper, deeper, deeper...

A fling out of time It was a casual Sunday morning and I was bored. For some reason I had gotten up early, had already hit the gym and had had breakfast. And it was still only 9:00 AM. So I decided to take a stroll on the parkway close to my house. As I walked along I passed several people walking their dogs and a few just taking a stroll like me. In the two years I had lived at my current place I had never explored the area around the parkway, although every so often I had noticed some very hot guys casually heading down either the paved path or the gravel path. I had come out in my late teens and started hanging out with several other gay teens, sometimes frequenting the local bars once I was 18, although I couldn’t go into many of them except on 18 and over nights where I would be branded with a red x on the back of my hand, I could converse with those gentlemen coming and going to the establishments. I was not virgin to having sex with older guys many up to 15-20 years my senior as I grew older and was allowed to enter and partake of the libations served within. So at 23 I suspected what the guys might be doing off the paved path, I was intrigued by what the dirt paths might be hiding, so after observing the area for about a half hour I noticed more guys used certain paths more than others. I finally gathered the courage to explore and headed towards a path that seemed to be popular. Looking around I didn't see anyone paying attention to me, so I slipped through the brush at its entrance and soon found myself in a whole new world. It was a world of nature and within the first fifty yards the noise and bustle that was ever present on the parkway's paved path disappeared and the sounds and smells of nature permeated the surroundings. I followed the path for another hundred yards and thought maybe the guys were just trying to get away and relax when I noticed movement to my left. I stopped and watched as a head poked up through the brush under a tree. It was a blonde guy, perhaps a couple of years senior to me. His eyes were closed, and appeared to be in the throes of pleasure. Stepping closer, I apparently made a slight sound because he opened his eyes and, having registered me, smiled at me. Then I saw the young man on his knees in front of the blond guy. The young man's head bobbed up and down on the blonde's erect phallus. The blonde began shaking as he climaxed into the kid's mouth. As the boy pulled off I recognized him as one of the courtesy clerks at my local market, just turned 18 5’7’and a skinny 135 pounds but with the beginnings of toned muscle starting to show from carrying groceries out for customers of the market. He had close cropped red hair and just smiled at me as he licked cum off his lips, I think he recognized me as well. The blonde being satisfied by the twink zipped up and walked towards me slipping me a business card to me as he passed and groped my hard on in my jogging shorts “He’s going to enjoy this one, give me a call sometime” I looked at the card he passed me, it had his name and number on it along with a phrase at the bottom “Versatile Top, Massages, Video productions, Party planner, Guaranteed conversions” I looked at the boy in front of me, sitting back on his haunches ass against his heels looking at me with puppy dog eyes beckoning me to come closer, I stepped up to him as he placed his fist on either side of my bulge and caressed my member with the back of his hands through the flimsy nylon material, making a wet spot appear on the front of my shorts. He began sucking my cock through the shorts, before pulling my tool out and swallowing it deep into his throat, gagging as it hit the back of his throat and entered his windpipe. I was getting close , feeling my balls pull up I was about to cum as he pulled down on my scrotum and pulled off my cock, stood quickly and turned around and impaled himself on my engorged tool, riding me till I blew 6 or 7 blast of my semen up his raw unprotected hole, a first for me as I always fucked with a condom until then. It felt incredible as his hole milked every drop from my phallus. He pulled off and turned back around sucking my cock clean, then pulled up his pants and quickly left stating ”Darn I’m going to be late for work, but thanks for your gift sir, I’ll be holding it in all day thinking about you” He dashed off and I stood there alone with my shorts around my ankles almost in shock coming down off my orgasmic high.

I met Troy at one of the local bars. He was a hot kid of around 25, only a few years older than me. He was medium height, very slender, but still muscular. In fact, we were about the same height and build. We struck up a conversation and he suggested we go to his place. Although I was hoping for some sex between us, I learned at his place that he was a bottom as was I. We could exchange blow jobs but what I really wanted was to be fucked. We got naked and started making out, but I passed out. I learned later that Troy slipped a heavy dose of G in my drink. When I came to, I was face up and spread-eagle tied to a bed. Standing over me was a sexy biker-type about 40 years of age and built like a brick shit house. “This is a hot boy you recruited for us Troy. Good going. “ Then, to me, he said “How’d you like to join our fuck club? We need another bottom boy. Troy’s the only regular we got right now and we’re wearing out his hole. You like to be fucked boy?” Not answering, I said “Why am I tied down?” The biker said “If you join our club, this is a taste of what you’ll get. You’ll be our bondage fuck toy. We’ll own your hole and you’ll submit to whatever we want to do with it. Does that appeal to you?” While I always fantasized about the bondage and leather scene I was afraid to pursue it. I liked what the biker said but I yielded to my cautious nature and said, “I don’t think so.” At that point, the biker lit a cigarette and brought his face close to mine. “I think I can convince you.” He started stroking my cock. I looked down and discovered that my pubic hair had been shaved, just as Troy’s. The biker kissed me deeply and I had a raging hard-on in short order. The biker said, “You say ‘no’ but your cock says ‘yes.’ If I milk you to orgasm that seals the deal and you’re our new bottom. If you don’t cum, you can go home.” The biker continued to stroke my cock and kiss me. I tried not to cum, but the scene turned me on like never before. I ejaculated a huge load. “Good boy,” the biker said. The biker then placed a collar around my neck. The biker and Troy took me to the clubhouse. I went willingly though apprehensively. The clubhouse was located in the warehouse district in the basement of what looked like an abandoned building. Once inside I surveyed the scene. The room was a dungeon, replete with sling, fuck tables, and bondage equipment. There were about 10 guys in the room, all biker or ex-con types. All were rough looking but sexy as hell. The biker said “Now comes the initiation. We’ll teach you how to be a good bottom slut. From now on, you’ll do as you’re told.” I was introduced to Tina for the first time in my life and was I ever ready to be royally fucked. The biker whispered to me “Are you negative boy?” I replied in the affirmative. He said “Not after tonight. We’re all positive and by tomorrow you will be too. “ I was so high from the Tina that I didn’t care. The biker said, “I’m going to bareback your ass first. Nothing turns me on more than a conversion scene.” He took me to a private room off the dungeon and I had the fuck of my life. The biker alternated between tenderness and rough play. At times he would kiss me while gently fucking then he’d turn me on my hands and knees, spank my ass hard, and rough fuck me. He liked to smoke and blow his smoke in my mouth while we kissed, saying “You’re going to get my cum, my spit, my piss, and the smoke from my lungs. I’m going to thoroughly mark you boy.” And he did all of that. After what must have been 90 minutes he came and I could tell it was a massive load. He brought his face close to mine and whispered “You’ve just been pozzed. I’m your AIDS daddy. I’m in your blood forever now boy. “ He then milked me for the second time that night, saying “You’ll cum on command.” Which I did. After that, he turned me over to the other tops and I was fucked for the rest of night, mostly strapped in the sling. Troy’s ass was well used that night too. At times, I was replenished with Tina. The next morning, with the tops sleeping, I snuggled up to Troy who was resting on a mattress in the corner. He said “Welcome to the club.” We made out for awhile and then I moved to felch his ass, which was ample with cum. He then proceeded to felch my ass. We then kissed with our cummy mouths for a long time. He pointed out a biohazard tattoo on his ass cheek and said “You’ll get one too this morning. One of the tops is a tattooist.” Troy was right. My ass cheek was tattooed that morning. Other tattoos and piercings came later. The biker really meant it when he said the club owned my ass. From that point onward, I needed to be available whenever I wasn’t at work. My ass was pimped out a few times a week to help pay the rent on the clubhouse. I was thoroughly indoctrinated into the BDSM scene. My life was never the same.

***This is fiction*** (or a plan for a brutal future if needed) We all have plans and dreams for the future. A future bright with the possibility of success. However, what if that future or any other future for that matter were to disappear? What if those possibilities were replaced with certain death? Not a peaceful or glorious death, but an ignoble wasted death preceded by life as a lab-rat for the doctors? I am now in this situation. The prognosis from 3 different oncologist is the same; 5-8 months tops. A full year if they combine full-head radiotherapy, massive chemotherapy, and attempt to surgically remove the majority of the mass from my brain. The surgery alone has a high motality rate and will likely leave me in a vegetative state. I say FUCK THAT! I have lived well and I intend to die well. I intend to go out doing things I always wanted to do but was too invested in life to pursue. My extended family will be fine, my accounts and Trust is in order. Everyone else can go hang... Here is what I want for myself: I want to disassemble myself before the inoperable (glioblastoma multiforma) cancer does it for me. I want to descend into the dark, dungeons of a large city, and never reappear. I want to only see sunlight through windows too small to climb through or too high to reach. -not that I would. I want to become a Legendary, Twisted, SlamPig-bottom that will be remembered for the extremes I went to. I want to engage in activities that while fun, pleasurable, painful, tortuous and degrading, willl ultimately lead to my death... if death were not already assured. I want to become a permanent fixture in the dungeons of the most demented, perverted, and violent of Tops. I want to submit utterly and permanently To lose my name and identity To lose my self To lose all sense of time and not care because it truly won't matter. There is no time in the dark To be just a curiosity in the corner, a breathing piece of fuck-furniture to be passed around and used continually until useless. To be maintained, cleaned, and fed/watered enough to ensure my body temperature stays warm enough to fuck. To be so brutally fucked, fisted, stretched and modified, that I cannot remember a time that a cock was not inside me. To feel that 'emptiness" is an unnatural state. To gratefully accept all acts against me because it no longer matters. To be worn away thinner and thinner, until ultimately no longer wanted in the dungeon. They have standards after all. To finally be wrapped in a blanket or tarp, told "thank you", patted on the head, driven to a city in another state, and left somewhere to be found and made some hospice's problem for miniscule time that remains. I doubt I would even warm the sheets. I choose this because it is a choice I can still make. And because it will be fucking fun. And because how I live and how I die is ultimately my decision (if only my last one). All I ask for is Everything. Everything I have read about in the most perverse of blogs and stories, everything I have watched in the most illicit of videos, everything I was promised by various twisted people who asked me to come away with them in their van when I was a teen. EVERYTHING. There are acts and activities that have never been performed because there wasn't a pig depraved or uncaring enough to undergo them. With a little time, care, and destruction, I can be that pig. Wamest Regards, ~B.M~

So this actually isn't fiction, this just happened starting yesterday afternoon. Originally posted on my tumblr which, BEWARE is very extreme gay fetish sex. sewerfaggot.tumblr.com Goddamn meth is a helluva drug. Not that I even consumed that much (maybe a .75 grams?) but I maintained my high over the day and took a good 5 hour break when I went out with friends to the bars. This shit accumulates tho, and I drank tequila and beer at the bar and then pissed into my empty beer bottles and drank it again so I was recycling my chem piss. Then, when I got home I was of course utterly depraved and determined to get six billiard balls in my already worked cunt; see my posts from earlier today. So in the course of about 20 hours I created this tumblr, self fisted my hole deeper than ever before, and broke my personal record of 6 balls in my ass insane deep, in fact two are still way up there and not coming out until they damn well please. I went out with straight friends to straight dive bars so there was no privacy in the bathrooms (which always gets me off, filthy LA urinals and toilet stalls with no doors). It was real fuckin obviously I was pissing into my beer bottle in the urinal and this not bad lookin hipster dude blatantly watched me while showing me his possing cock. I looked him straight in the eyes and with a half hard cock swigged my bottle of my incredibly potent chem/tequila piss. His jaw dropped and his eyebrows raised, I sneered and looked down at his cock which was twitching. That was a first. Got home and got my two ball stretcher weights on, just over 1lb I believe, a bunch of super tight cock rings and went to work on my ass. First off i took a huge piss in a cup, rolled onto my back ass up and used a large gauge syringe with a long tube to deeply inject my cunt with a hefty dose of super chempiss. Staying upside down for a bit so the toxic liquid could flow deeper into my guts, I massaged my hole and pulled it open into a nice gape, air sucking in ensuring the chem enema was not coming out. Refilled the same syringe with thick jlube and filled my now buzzing gaping hungry cunt to form my favorite thick toxic slime. My cock was rock hard, heavily weighted balls feeling real good swingin around. Greased up my hand an a billiard ball and dove in. Stuffed the first ball past my 2nd ring effectively plugging the slime in me. Greased up my caterpillar dong, huffed poppers and eased down, feeling my guts expand with the toxic lube and the ball being pushed deeper. I sat on it, gyrating and snorting poppers watching shit videos for a solid 5 minutes. I repeated this cycle for about 2 hours until 3 billiard balls were well past my 2nd ring and not coming out. Rolled onto my back again ass up and massaged my stretched cunt into a nice gape and dropped two more balls in along with some more chem piss and Vaseline. Strong snort of poppers, closed my eyes and relaxed, letting my hungry ass suck everything in deeper and the 6th ball just sank in. My cock leaked a combo of precum and piss into my hungry mouth while I flexed my ass and worked my muscles, pulling the balls and chemlube slime into my oh so hungry guts. I stood up and watched more shit porn for a good ten minutes swinging my heavily stretched balls around and enjoying the challenge of keeping all that in my guts. To drive home the night (or I was just high as fuck on poppers and t) I sat on my caterpillar dong again and slowly, hurt so good panting hungry greedily fuckpig moaning pushed the whole fucking mass into my guts. A few quick strokes on my purple swollen cock and BAM ORGAsm. No cum tho cuz the dong and balls blocked the flow. Drenched in sweat, utterly covered in crisco, vaseline, piss, jlube, and ass I slowly eased off the dong and let 2 balls sensually plop out along with a hefty amount of slime which I covered myself in. I fucking love wallowing in my filth. Fisted one more ball outa me but the other two are the perfect ass pacifiers right now as I soak in my hottub enjoying this beautiful morning and my fuckin twisted high. Only thing that was missing was a few pounds of shit to eat, a cock pissing more chem piss down my faggot greedy sewer throat, and someone to film it all. But hey, I’m just a shameless fuckin sewer faggot who will never be satisfied for long. Would love to hear your thoughts pigs. Happy Sunday.

Berlin was wonderful. I was fucked with and without condoms, depending on how things went with the top at the time. The main thing was the complete lack of anxiety related to sex. Even the sex with condoms seemed easier and more enjoyable due to the lack of that small nagging concern about 'is the condom still there' type thing. No doubt though, the bare sex feels completely different and I now can see that what guys have been telling for years is indeed true. For the first time ever I returned home with the knowledge that my special man's cum was in me and stayed in me as I travelled home without him. That felt really special.

I had an affair with a married cop for 2 1/2 year a couple years ago. He was 250 lbs of solid muscle. 6'3" and a former Marine with a high and tight flat top haircut. 40 years old. A classic image. What a man he was. And best of all, he was dumb as a board. lol. Your typical big dumb oaf. Man how I loved it when he picked me up and fucked me while I hung around his neck. He made me feel like I want a man to make me feel. Kissing him was amazing.I had to cut him off because it was getting way too deep and he was married. But yeah, the cop fantasy does it for me too.

Tied in a sling, naked or in a jock and getting my ass totally destroyed. Fucked, fisted, pissed and much more for 24 hours or a full weekend!

Oh hell-- I can jump right into the club and save them a step in the process- already have my bio tat LOL

one of mine is im stripped naked secured into a sling, my nipples pierced, a collar put on me and im gangbanged bb, when my master decides ive had enough, im taken out and put on my knees and him and others piss in my mouth saying i must swallow everything or else, my punishment would be of their choosing ?

I love to suck and do for the reward at the end. When at a ghole to suck I can stay for many hours just sucking and swallowing. My record is 33 hours at an abs ghole

Part 6 Harry told us that was awesome and told Sean that seeing him cum without touching himself was the hottest thing he ever saw. Harry said he hoped Sean's ass healed soon so he could tear it up. Stan told him he shouldn't wait then pulled his son towards him and shoved his tongue into his mouth. Sean watched his Uncle and cousin make out in front of him and wished he lived here and didn't have to go back home. He quickly became overwhelmed with this sadness and started crying. Harry misunderstood and told Sean he wouldn't really tear up his bottom but that made Sean cry louder. Stan looked at Sean and saw an innocent little boy even after being corrupted he maintained his boyhood. He asked Sean why he was crying and Sean told him he didn't want to leave and he wanted to stay forever. Sean then started crying again as he told them if he could stay Harry could whip him and Stan could do anything you want to him. Stan switched places with Harry and guided his son's cock into the crying boy as he told Sean to tell him what could they do to him. To think about all your dirtiest fantasies and tell us we can do it to you. If we believe you then you can stay. As Harry slowly fucked him and his Uncle held his face the boy told them his fantasies. Listening to the boy describe going on a camping trip and being tied up and raped by a dozen men all weekend got his Uncle's cock to rise again and Harry to start pounding the boy. Stan showed Sean his cock and asked if the men in his fantasy would all have cocks like his covered in cum and butt juice and Sean said they would. Stan asked if he wanted to suck it clean and Sean nodded and opened his mouth. Stan fed him a few inches at a time until the boy shook his head side to side. Stan pulled out and told Sean it was OK if he didn't want to clean his cock. "Daddy, the men I dream about don't care if I like it but instead they force me to do it. I like it a lot but can you pretend to force me?" "Dad this boy is amazing. One minute he's an innocent little boy and the next he is a boyslut begging to be abused." "Harry, step aside". Stan got back between the boy's legs and looked at the puffy cummy boyhole and slammed his cock back into its new home and pumped it a few times then pulled out and Harry quickly got back to fucking the boy. " Look at my cock, bitchboy. Your slutty little boypussy got it dirty and you're going to have to clean it." "No, no. That's nasty. It's covered in bum juice and even some blood.". Sean didn't look or sound like he was playing but instead sounded like a boy who honestly didn't want to do it. Stan brought his cock to the boy's lips and the boy kept them closed. Stan smiled and told him as he squeezed the boy's nose that either he opened up or suffocated and then watched as the boy started whimpering and saying he didn't want to. Harry and Stan were amazed when tears started to run down his face. This boy brought roleplaying to a whole new level. Stan pushed into the boy's mouth and watched as the crying stopped and the boyslut returned and worshipped his Uncle's cock. Stan picked up a bottle of poppers and after huffing it twice he pulled his cock out and held the bottle to his nephew's nose and told him to breathe in. Three times he did it then gave the boy his cock again. This time he held the boy's head and told him to look at him as he pushed further in. With two inches remaining he stopped and told him he was going all the way and then did. Sean was flying from the poppers and wanted it but when his Uncle stopped and told him he had to take it all he didn't know if he could but then relaxed as he remembered he wanted to be used and then felt his throat open and his Uncle's cock slide in. Harry remarked how it took months for him or Teddy to take it all and how Sean was a perfect little baby fuck boy. Stan waited a minute and then slowly withdrew and told Sean he was a perfect little baby fuck boy and then leaned over and spit into his mouth as his cock came out. Stan told the boy to tell them what else he dreamed about and as Sean told them Stan joined Teddy on the bed. Sean was describing a scene were his coach after molesting him for weeks had invited a few other coaches to watch him pop Sean's cherry. Teddy turned and looked at his dad when he felt a soft touch on his sore ass. He told his dad that Harry hurt his bum so much then he cried a little. His dad told him it was over and he didn't need to cry anymore and that now Harry no longer could spank him. Teddy cried a little as he told his dad that he came twice while Harry belted him and it was so good and no matter how much it hurt he wanted it again. His tough youngest son had just realized he was a masochist. Stan asked if he wanted to be spanked by him too, and Teddy told him he wanted it more than anything. Stan asked if he still wanted to top and use little Sean and Teddy said he would always be dominate to his baby cousin. Stan kissed his boy and told him that after his ass healed he would spank him even harder than Harry. Stan told him that when Sean heard him crying it made his boycock rock hard. Teddy said he wanted to be spanked along side Sean so they could watch each other take it. He promised his son that in a few days he wanted to catch Sean blowing him in his room again and then they'd be punished and that Harry would spank Sean just as bad. He then untied his son and they went to watch Harry fuck Sean. Sean was telling Harry he wanted to act out stories he read online and make so many men happy. Teddy got hard again watching his brother long fuck their boy and then walked to Sean's side and pulled his head and pushed his cock into the boy's mouth. "Daddy told me you liked hearing me cry. I bet I'll enjoy hearing you cry too when Harry beats your little ass. I want him to spank you more than he ever spanked anyone. You're going to make both of us so happy listening to you cry like a real baby." Listening to Teddy pushed Harry over the edge and he fucked Sean even harder. Teddy sensing his brother was going to cum told him to breed their little bitch. Harry's cock was sore from the pounding he was giving the boy but as his orgasm arrived it was worth it. He held the boy's hips and went deep and bred his little cousin and told the boy to take it. He felt each pulse shooting his seed into the boy's incredible hot hole. Sean hearing he was about to be filled again with cum made his own cock throb even though it wasn't hard. Stan, Harry and Teddy watched Sean's soft boycock lose its load. It didn't shoot like earlier but instead just poured out of him. As Harry pulled out of the cummy boyhole his father told Teddy to let Harry use Sean's mouth. The brothers switched places and Harry wasted no time getting his softened sticky cock down the boy's throat. Teddy saw the boy's cummy hole and got on his knees and started licking it. Stan watched his sons enjoy their cousin. He always thought both of them would make good tops one day and was sure Harry was already becoming one but now wondered about Teddy. As he saw Harry pull his clean and again hard cock out of the boy's mouth he tapped Teddy and told him to stop. Teddy went to get up but his dad held him down and told him to crawl to the side so that Harry could enter the boy again. Harry looked at his dad puzzled but did as he was told. Once Harry was back in the boy and started to fuck his dad told him to pull out. He turned Harry to the side so that his cummy and ass juicy cock pointed at Teddy. He nodded down and Harry joined his dad in watching Teddy stare at the messy cock. "Boys I told you that you were my bottom boy until I got a new one. Harry once we broke in Teddy you were free to be a man and tonight I expected to see Teddy take his place with the men but I think Teddy would rather stay on his knees and lick your cock clean than fuck our new bitchboy." Stan looked at Teddy and said, "You wish you were in the sling and you don't want to stop being a boy" Teddy listened and knew his dad was right and started to tear up. "Am I right, boy?" With tears starting to roll down his face but not actually crying he said, "Yes" "Yes, what, boy?" "Yes, Daddy" Stan reached down and pulled Teddy head towards Harry's messy cock. As Teddy opened his mouth he started to cry. Stan thought life was great as he watched his sons as they were meant to be. He also looked at Sean and smiled to him as he pushed a couple of fingers into the cummy hole and watched as the boy's face showed his enjoyment. Harry removed his again clean cock. Stan looked at his youngest son's tear covered face and told him that he shouldn't be crying and should be proud to admit he was a boy and not a man. He told him that he only wanted his boys to be happy. He then helped his son stand and kissed him deeply as he spread his son's ass cheeks and rubbed his hole and felt his son melt and heard him purr. Stan loved how whenever he fucked Teddy, which was almost daily for the last couple of years, he would make a purring sound like a kitten. His cock got harder and he felt it drip as he teased his son's hole. Stan told Teddy to go get a jockstrap but not a real manly one but instead one of the street jocks that were the rage with twink bottom boys. Also he said to get the double headed dildo and Sean's diaper. Stan and Harry got Sean out of the sling. Harry pushed Sean to his knees and made him suck his cock clean again. As Teddy walked back in the room his dad seeing him smile in his cute colorful jock was happy that Teddy admitted he was still a boy. Stan told Teddy to put the diaper on Sean and then he had the two bottoms lie on the bed face down. He got a few nice size shards and handed two to Harry. Then he bumped Teddy as Harry bumped Sean. Stan told the bottom boys to face each other and to hold the other and make out. Stan loved hearing a boy moan through a kiss as the boy was bumped. He tossed a bottle of lube towards them and told them to finger each other's boyhole but to keep kissing. Harry told his dad that it was so hot watching the two bottoms, Stan told him it was soon going to be hotter. The bump was getting to the boys and they were both backing their asses up towards the others fingers. Knowing they were ready he had them get on their hands and knees facing away from each other and then gave them both a bottle of poppers and told them to keep hitting them until he said so. Stan and Harry got the 24 inch double headed dildo pressed against both boyhole and then told them to stop huffing the poppers and to back up. Both boys soon had seven inches of rubber cock in them. Stan and Harry both took a couple of hits of poppers as they watched. Stan told the boys he didn't want to see any of the dildo and to back up until they felt the others ass. End of part 6

A few months ago I was in Birmingham's infamous sex club. The beer had gone fown quite well so a little less shy than normal. A stocky skin head sort of bear gave me the eye. Remember him as a good kisser, and we snuck into a cubicle. All was going well and he then backed on to my raw cock, I was enjoying the fuck and taking my time, and I'm blaming the beer, I asked whether I could fuck him over the motorcycle. Told him I wanted guys to see me fuck him raw. He let me and it was pretty hot.

I was out of town on business. I had the afternoon free, but the weather was dreadful. Raining cats and dogs. I decided to walk over to the adult bookstore that was 2 blocks from my hotel. Guess the rain had driven a lot of guys inside. The arcade was unusually busy for a Tuesday afternoon. The 4 booths at the far end each had a glory hole between them. The 3 booths closest to the entrance did not have g/h's. All the booths at this store are extra large. So, you can comfortably fit 3 guys in a booth with no problem. The staff at this bookstore keep an eye on the place. But as long as you're feeding the video machines, they leave you alone. I immediately went to one of the back booths with a g/h. There was already a red light on the adjoining booth. So I quickly put in a dollar and knelt at the g/h to see who was next door. To my delight, it was a nice looking guy in dress slacks, long sleeve, button down shirt. Looked like he was on a break from work. His slacks were unzipped. And his 7" cut cock was out and being stroked as he watched the str8 porn on his screen. I made the sign with my fingers through the hole that I wanted to suck. He saw and stood up, turning his body towards the hole, stepping forward and sliding his rock hard cock through the hole. I hungrily wrapped my lips around that beautiful piece of meat and began to suck. He slid his low hanging balls through the hole and I fondled his balls as my mouth worked up and down his shaft. It didn't take long before I could feel his cock swell and throb in my mouth. I was tasting precum oozing from his cockhead. Finally, I felt the warm rush of his cum fill my mouth. I continued to suck, using my lips to squeeze every last drop of his salty cum into my mouth. He pulled out, zipped and quickly left. Back to his office, I have no doubt. In less than a minute, the booth next door was occupied again. This time by a black man in his early 30's. I have a real weakness for bbc. And this young man was very buff, well over 6 feet tall. Wearing a tank top teeshirt, basketball shorts and athletic shoes. He saw me peering at him through the g/h. He wasted no time in depositing his dollar in the machine. Pulling his 9" uncut bbc from his shorts and pushing his already partially hard cock through the hole. I sucked on his foreskin. Sliding my tongue up into it. Rolling my tongue between the foreskin and his cockhead as I could feel him hardening in my mouth. Then I pushed his foreskin back and sucked on his cockhead. It continued to swell. His cock was fully hard in no time. I sucked up and down his shaft. Taking as much of his giant monster cock into my mouth as I could. But this beauty was not only long, it was very thick. I was having difficulty getting much more than the cockhead and a few more inches down my throat. He pulled his cock from my mouth and leaned down to the g/h. I could hear his say "Meet me in the booth near the entrance". With that, he pulled up his shorts and headed out of the booth. I got to my feet, left the booth and followed him to the booth at the opposite end. This booth had no glory hole. He entered the booth. I followed and locked the door behind me. I stood facing him, then quickly dropped to my knees as he slipped a couple of dollars into the video machine. Within a minute or two, my mouth had gotten his cock back to full hardness. Then he leaned over and rubbed the crack of my ass. I knew what that meant. He wanted to fuck me. That's what I wanted too. I quickly stood. Undid my pants. Stepped out of them, laying them across the back of the chair in the booth. Then I bent over the chair. Exposing my ass to this handsome, hung black guy. He spit a couple of times on my exposed asshole. Then he spit a few times on his cock to lube us both up. While he was doing that, I had removed my poppers from my pants pocket and had taken a couple of deep hits from the poppers. I was going to need to be poppered up a bit to be able to take that 9", thick bbc in my ass. Especially, with only spit as lube. I felt him put his cockhead up to my puckered hole. He grabbed me around the waist and began to push in. I hurt like hell. But I took another couple of whiffs of poppers and his cock popped up inside my hole. He slowly kept pushing until I could feel his balls against mine. He held his cock all the way up inside me for a few moments as I adjusted and relaxed into his monster dick in me. I again took some deep sniffs of poppers as he began to pump his cock in and out of my ass. The pain had turned to pleasure. His cock felt amazing inside me. Each thrust of his got harder and harder. Finally he was really slamming into me. My head was banging against the back of the chair. And the back of the chair was banging against the wall of the booth. It had to be quite obvious to anyone in the arcade that I was getting my ass pounded by this handsome black top. After about 5 minutes of constant pounding, he slammed deep up inside me. He let out a load grunt and I could feel his cock throb as he emptied his balls into my ass. It seemed to take forever he began to shake and convulse, filling me with more and more of his spunk. Finally he slowly pulled his cock from me. I hated feeling him withdraw from inside me. As his cock plopped out of my ass, I quickly turned and dropped to my knees. Taking his still hard cock into my mouth. Trying to squeeze any last drops of cum from his piss slit with my lips. Then he pulled his cock from my mouth, pulled up his basketball shorts and headed for the door. All without saying a word. He left the door to the booth open when he left. I reached for my pants as another guy stepped into my booth. He locked the door and walked towards me, unzipping his fly. "Where do you want it", he asked? I pulled a couple of dollars from my pants, slid them into the machine, bent over the chair and said, "Add it to the last guys load in my ass". I took a couple of hits of poppers as I felt this new guy slide his cock up inside me. He was smaller than the bbc that had just filled me. And the fresh cum in my ass made wonderful lube. A nice long 10 minute fuck continued, until guy #3 added more cum to my raw ass. By that time, I was spent. I put my pants on and walked back in the rain to my hotel room. Filled with two large loads in my ass. And another in my stomach.

I love my onlyone jock !

Tonight I was in the restroom at a fast food restaurant taking a piss. There was only one toilet there. Somebody opened the door while I was inside and saw me from behind. I heard this gruff redneck sounding voice say "Hurry up, boy. I gotta piss real bad." I pulled my jeans down so he could see I was wearing pink g-string panties. I said "You can just use my hole." Then I was kinda nervous because some guys have kicked my ass when I did that. Especially when he said "What a fuckin' faggot." But he walked up and grabbed my ass pulling my panties to the side and I could feel he was hard rubbing against me. He unzipped and I could feel a big dick pressing into me and he just slid right into my loose cunt. I felt his balls smack my ass as he shoved all the way inside and felt his load of piss filling me up like a race horse. He didn't say a word as his hot piss flooded my cunt and I felt like a balloon that was going to pop. Then I felt the piss stop coming and he grabbed me by the hips and started thrusting into my piss filled cunt. I started to moan but he grabbed my chin with one big hair hand and stuck 2 fingers in my mouth. All I could hear was the smack-smack-smack of him thrusting into me and then he shot spurt after spurt of cum into my cunt that was already full of his piss. He pulled out and I fell down feeling the cum and piss start leaking out onto the floor, and I had to grab a butt plug I always carry to keep the cum and piss inside me. When I stood up I noticed he had just walked out and I never even saw his face. I went home and pulled the plug out and pushed out all his cum and piss into a glass and drank it.

Hell yeah C10 would love to shake and wag for you then shake and wag on your fist going deeper and thanks NLbear =D always appreciated =D

Previously… I heard the hall door open and looked over to see Finn and Mac come in. Finn laughed when he saw me and clapped his hands, saying “well done Stuart, you sure fucked the hell out of Richard!” Mac reached over to sink and picked up the drugs tray. They turned to go back to the bedroom. Mac turned his head back to me, “you coming?” I started to reply when I heard the doorbell. I replied, “I’ll be in just after I get that” and grabbed a towel from the floor. Right so… Wrapping one of Pedro’s towels around me, I looked at the clock in the hall. It was 7am. Who on earth would be coming over at this time? Richard came out of the living room as I made my way down, and seeing that I at least had a towel on, ushered me past him to open the door. Opening it just a crack at first, I looked up to see pure sex leaning against the wall. Standing at 5’8 and perfectly proportioned, was a lad wearing an open grey and black-patterned woollen cardigan that framed his muscular chest. His pecs were barely contained in a tight white t-shirt. He looked up through a floppy fringe of dark hair. He had short back and sides like Harry, but not as curly up top. He was one of those guys who always looks like they’re wearing a bit of eyeliner cause of their thick long dark eyelashes. He flashed a killer smile at me (someone had paid good money for that smile – dead straight teeth – lucky bastard!) and asked “Is this Pedro’s?” I raised an eyebrow and said “sorry lad you got the wrong apartment” and closed the door… … Seconds later I opened it again to see the guy looking very fucking puzzled. I laughed, “I’m just fuckin with ya, you’re in the right place” I quipped, and opened the door to him. “The name’s Stuart and this here…”, pointing at the naked bear beside me, “…is Richard” “Kieran”, the studmuffin said in a Cumbrian accent, reaching out to play with the hair on Richard’s chest. I apologised, “sorry for fuckin you around, but I couldn’t help myself”, and held out my hand to shake. “S’alright,” Kieran replied, and he then took my hand and yanked me toward him in a very fluid motion, and proceeded to put his other arm around me. He then leaned in to kiss me briefly on the lips before continuing, “I’d like to fuck around with you too boyo, so, where are the rest of the lads?” His breath reeked of cigarettes, bad breath and cider – I’d have to diplomatically put him in the direction of the bathroom. I started running my hand down his t-shirted chest – all fuckin muscle, not an ounce of flab. Fuckin nice! “Down in the guest bedroom, but you might want to clean up first, the bathroom’s third door on the left” Kieran smiled and stumbled/leaned against the wall. Now that I could get a good look at him, it was obvious he was pretty trashed. “Rightio”, he asked, a bit sozzledly as he absent-mindedly mussed his floppy hair, “have you been out partying all night then?” “A bit alright, though it looks like you have too” “Aye, I have and I’m hoping to keep going for a while yet” and he pulled out a bag of Es. “These here are Ghosties, you ever had any?” “No, but I’ll trade you a Blue Angel to try one?” “Aw nice one, I love Blueys”, he said just before hiccupping, “did I tell ya, that I won a contest?” We went up the hall and I got him a Blue Angel and a glass of Irn Bru. Finn was in the kitchen prepping shots of G. I introduced him to Kieran. They took each-other’s measure. Kieran asked, “what ya making there Finn?” “I’m just doin up shots of G for the lads.” “Oh I heard about that stuff. Any good?” Finn smiled as he copped how wasted Kieran was, “aye it’s great for making sober guys feel drunk and horny superfast, but eh, if you’re, ahem, already pretty drunk, it’ll just knock you out” Kieran smiled and loudly whispered to me “I guess I can’t have any o’ yer special pop then, cuz I’m”, he hiccupped, “waaaaankered!” He then turned to Finn, “did I tell ya Finn that I won a contest?” I automatically shifted into host-mode, “it’s alright Kieran, we’ll catch you up to speed”, and I turned to him raising my shot glass of Irn-Bru/G, “Sláinte!” We knocked back our drugs and I brought Kieran out to the hall to go to the bathroom. We paused by the open guest bedroom door “fer a wee gander” (Kieran’s words not mine). Inside Pedro was being blown by JP, who was lying down on the bed (which was stripped of everything but a sheet). JP was a bit distracted, cause at that moment Andrew was bouncing up and down on his cock, having been revved up by a line of coke. Mac was moving about bringing the drugs tray to everyone and came over to us with the two fresh cut straws. “Don’t mind if I do” Kieran chimed as he took a straw in one hand and “shook hands” with Mac’s massive bobbing cock – that Caverject was doing the trick. After I did a line, Mac put the tray down and went back to the lads to see if he could DP Andrew. Pedro turned to us while gagging JP on his cock. “Hey studs, no clothes allowed in here. Stuart!” Kieran gave Pedro an affirmative salute and turned to me, “Bathroom, now!” I laughed and quickly brought him through, got him a towel and showed him a good spot to stash his clothes. After a little bit of searching I gave him a fisherman’s friend from JP’s stash and then showed him the douche function on the shower head. He grinned and it was obvious the coke had sobered him up a bit as he started to rattle off his sexual likes and dislikes. “…Oh fuck yeah, I love it up the bum mate, but me lass is rubbish at using the dildo I got her…” Or something like that. I remember something about him being bisexual. Truth is, I zoned out as this perfect fuckin specimen, stripped in front of me – the lad was fuckin unbelievable –I felt my cock respond watching his two meaty pecs reveal themselves after he peeled his sweaty t-shirt off. Below them was a fuckin washboard stomach that effortlessly flexed like an accordion as he bent down to pull his socks off. His whole body was an anatomy lesson –biceps and triceps and then – oh fuck – his beautiful legs. I’ve a thing for legs – I love fuckin me a rugby player cause of their meaty thighs, but this fella, fuck! They were proper sculpted looking – all defined hamstrings and quads and all those ligaments around the knee standing out like a football player’s. He caught me staring – not that I was hiding – and he stretched his muscular legs and went on the tips of his toes. Then bending at the knee he did some sort of fancy dance move, that while you’d think would look a bit feminine, actually looked pretty fucking cool. Some sort of pivot or – oh I dunno – dancing’s always been a world apart for me – it looked cool though. I’ll give it that. “That there’s part of the sword dance I won the contest with”, Kieran mentioned, “I’m now up for the finals in the Highland Games.” “Well I guess that means you’ll be passing through Glasgow again, on your way up north”. I reached out and rubbed his meaty pec, pausing at the nipple. “Oh yeah definitely!” he smiled and bit his lower lip as I continued to work a circular motion. “What’s your number so?” Our banter continued on as I pushed him to the toilet to douche and prepare himself. As he was sitting there we had a back and forth about our lives growing up in Cumberland and Skye. He turned out to be a lovely chap, did Kieran, though I never pushed him about his obvious cheating on his girlfriend – not my battle, not any shit I wanted to get involved with, though I did promise to never directly text him about sex, but always mention meeting up for a coffee (yeah – that ole’ chestnut). I was running my hands up and down his muscular legs, kneading the defined calves and rubbing his powerful thighs as he sat there grinning from ear to ear, almost fuckin purring. After a while, I told him I should probably check to see if his ass was fully clean after douching – that line never gets old, and soon enough I had a high-as-a-kite naked muscle hunk bent over the bath spreading his cheeks for me. His missus obviously didn’t care about him shaving his hole, cause he was completely bald around there. I ran my wet thumb up and down the side of his pucker, spreading out his muscular glutes. It was pure pleasure licking my thumbs and watching his impressive back muscles flex, as I inched ever nearer his highly sensitive pucker, which was quivering in anticipation. I licked my index finger and made the reverse come-over-here motion, a move I first came across reading it in a gay mag. Basically if you make the “come-over-here” motion, you’ve your hand upturned and you’re pulling your index finger to you. The reverse of this is to have your hand upturned still, but to reverse the index finger motion against the asshole, it’s the easiest motion to get your finger in without hurting the other lad. As I started to pry his tight hole open, working the finger in as gently as I could, I heard him groan his approval. I long ago learned to keep my nails short and filed for this kinda activity. As I continued to run my other hand stroking from his meaty thighs to his rippling back, I started to feel that “bell-drop” in the back of my brain. We were both coming up on our pills now. I started to push a second finger in. Yeah, as I closed my eyes, that beautiful familiar feeling started surging through me. I shuddered right down to my disappearing fingers – I hazily tried a third one. I could hear Kieran in the distance rumbling/purring. I mumbled “er oo coming up yeh Kieran?” as I leaned my mouth against his ass-cheek and started lapping at the white smooth globes. Kieran said something incomprehensible and moved his arm underneath him to push back his cock. Taking the hint, I licked a trail down his taint to his loose big balls and swelling cock. Gently nibbling on his balls I watched as Kieran’s veiny cock grew and thickened. I played with the soft foreskin as it pulled back and revealed the pinkish head. Then I took the head in my mouth while I still could – soon it wouldn’t be able to be pushed back so far. He tasted of sweat and something strange. I pulled back a bit, what the fuck was that taste – like a sharp metallic blood and bad breath together at once…. Oh fuck! Oh shit, that’s nasty! I stood up. Kieran looked back at me imploringly. “Hey lad, why’d you stop?” I gagged and pointed to the shower and said, “go wash your girlfriend off of ya first lad!” and looked around for mouthwash. Finding some and rinsing and spitting into the sink, I heard Kieran chuckle and mumble some sort of apology behind me. The shower was turned on, and second later I heard him say “oh fuck now it’s hitting me…” I couldn’t stay pissed at him, even for making me perform second-hand cunnilingus. Coming up in the shower is a beautiful thing. You can almost feel every droplet of water hitting you, and time slows down and you’re absorbed in the rhythm of the pouring water/rain/life. It can get kinda spiritual. I jumped in with him and let the water engulf me. The wave of E-pleasure washed down over me as I sought out Kieran’s face under the spray. Wiping back his hair I said “Don’t worry about your cock and welcome to Pedro’s Kieran. We’re all delighted you came.” He leant in and kissed me there and pushed me against the wall to kiss me deeper and more passionately. Man – there is something about the right guy kissing you – it can feel better than an orgasm – it probably helped that we were both high as kites, but fuck was he a good kisser – really powerful and commanding – pushing me back against the bathroom’s tiled wall, cupping my chin and darting in and out for my tongue. Our mouths were the sole focus of my attention – like those body parts had become disembodied from the rest. It was a wonderful incredibly “present” moment (yeah I know that sounds fucking cheesy as fuck) and man, what I would give for more fucking moments like that in my life, but you can’t force these things. We let our E-high rush over us as we snogged the face off of each-other, and eventually finished up our shower and towelled off. When I lead the high dancer back into the bedroom wearing only a towel, I was sure I’d make the others take a second to catch their breaths, looking at his muscles and just his physical perfection – the lad was stacked like a Greek sculpture– but no – when we entered the room it was the sight (and sounds) of what the lads were doing that made us miss a breath… We walked over to where Pedro was sitting on a chair at the window side of the bed. The curtains were closed against the morning light, but some of it was creeping in to glint off of his golden skin and his tattooed arms. He was letting Finn work on his deepthroat. Finn was lying on his back on the bed and leaning his head back to see how little gag reflex he had left for Pedro – very little was the answer – it was crazy to see that much cock go down his throat. Andrew was “reverse cowboy-ing” up and down on Finn’s cock, head back and quite a fast rhythm going, his bouncing body making shadowplay back and forth over JP and Mac who were lying to the back of the bed 69ing eachother. It was a pleasure watching Finn’s cock disappear into Andrew’s pale smooth arse with a smack. Finn definitely knew how to fuck and Andrew – high on MDMA and whatever else he’d done in the meantime, was a slave to Finn’s dick. The noises that were coming out of him! These were only matched by the noises from JP who was doing his best to swallow Mac’s monster cock. There’s that classic comedy quote that a good blowjob should sound like a mix of retarded and choking. Well JP was like a deaf-person showing someone how to gargle. (Sorry – I know that’s pretty insensitive and I apologise to all people who are offended by that, but jeezus, you’re reading about my memory of a drug-fuelled gay orgy, I mean, c’mon?). We were taking in the scene in the bedroom like a porn shoot. I was giving Kieran everybody’s names again – “The lad with the massive cock in the 69 in Mac… the swordswallower there is Finn…” I was guessing Richard was keeping the other bathroom occupied when I felt two hands on my arse-cheeks. I staggered as Richard set himself up behind me to start rimming me again. Kieran quickly grabbed me by the arm and looked behind me with a smile. “Looks like someone’s set their sights on yer arse Stu” I wavered a bit in my response and then grabbed Kieran’s other shoulder to steady myself, “ Aw fuck… Kieran, before you leave, promise me…. Oh fuck… Promise me you’ll let …Ah Jaysis… I mean… let Richard rim you….” Kieran smiled and leant in close to me. With a cheeky smile he started kissing my right arm from my elbow to my shoulder and ran on this line of kisses to the nape of my neck. (On a side note - Has anyone else ever noticed how some bisexual guys tend to be more romantic when they start at ya? Jeez – sometimes I wanna say – look lad, I’m not a girl – ya don’t have to whisper sweet nothings into my ear to get me ready to go. Though sometimes I’ll have to admit, it is kinda nice – anyways sorry – I digress). I turned my head down to touch foreheads with him. A bead of sweat was trickling down his nose and as I turned my face it brushed off of my upper lip, I heard Kieran take a sudden sharp breath. His face was a mix of anticipation and delight and it was then I realised, I wasn’t the only one now being rimmed. Pedro had turned in his chair to pull apart Kieran’s cheeks and was doing very good work to judge by Kieran’s expressions. I leant in to kiss him. Only his face was in my vision and yet wonderful fucking things were being done to my ass. Oh man – those fucking electric moments in a good drugged up orgy. As I was passionately kissing Kieran I felt a shock of cold air. Richard had taken his mouth away. What the fuck? A few seconds later I felt a cool slick feeling as someone squeezed some lube on my crack. I smiled into my kiss with Kieran – fuck – Ok so – here we go again! I decided I wouldn’t turn around to see who it was but try to guess by the cock and the fucking. It definitely wasn’t Pedro, as he also stood up and started to line his cock up with Kieran’s muscle-butt hole. I felt a tip being lined up against my hole too and I realised it couldn’t be Finn either cause the cock head felt too big and he was somewhere fucking Andrew who was a total bottom. Kieran and I naturally slowed down our licking and kissing eachother so we could concentrate more on allowing the cocks in. I raised my eyebrow at him as he gave me that cross-eyed reaction – My expression meaning “yeah I remember Pedro’s cock too!” The head passed the sphincter and paused for a second as more lube was applied. I felt a thumb rub some lube on the shaft that was just at the entry point of my sphincter – the delicate tissue registered a well trimmed nail, which ruled out JP and Mac whose fingers were a bit rougher, although I’d already ruled out Mac cause of the size. “Right so”, I thought, as the shaft started to work on stretching my hole, and the head started to prod my prostate gingerly, “it must have been Richard all along”. Although I had to admit, it was a fun way to process the fuck. I reached back to run my fingers through Richard’s chest only to encounter smooth taut skin. The cock pulled back and slammed into me. “How’d you like that ya Proddy bastard?” Fuckin Andrew! I laughed into my kiss with Kieran and broke off to turn back to my “top”, Andrew. “Well, I’m seeing a new side of you lad!” “It must be all that coke, but I think I can fuck you Stuart” (Andrew’s reason for being a total bottom was that he didn’t feel anything much from topping and would lose his hard-on pretty quick once inside a guy) I grunted as I adapted to Andrew’s slightly off rhythm. “Mmmfh! Just try to get a decent rhythm going lad”, I replied as I avoided almost splitting Kieran’s lip after an unexpected thrust from behind smacked me into him. He took my advice and grabbed my hips, closing his eyes to try and just feel every sensation around his cock. He began to thrust again, this time more confidently. “Aw Stu, I think I know why guys top now. It’s like all my cock senses are heightened and I can feel the warm juicy pressure. Mmm – Aw I wanna split your ass like a plum. I just wanna pound you till you take my load.” Andrew was being unusually verbal, but I didn’t mind. His fucking skills weren’t too bad, all things considered. I was on alert for any other dodgy thrusts, but he seemed to have cooled down a bit into a working rhythm. Kieran had wisely moved his head to the side and was kissing the nape of my neck again. Pedro was a pro and giving the lad a gentle first (gay) fuck of the night. I mentally added “fucking Kieran” to my to-do list – the view I had of Pedro slowly shoving his cock in, was sweet! He looked down at me and passed me down a bottle of poppers surreptitiously. I immediately understood his meaning. I looked back to see Andrew leaning back and snogging Richard. Perfect. What Pedro had basically intimated to me, was that I should take my poppers while Andrew was distracted, cause getting Andrew high on poppers right now would just make the lad fall straight back into jerky uncomfortable sex, and also it could make a natural bottom like him lose his hard-on. I held it in place for Kieran to take a sniff from each nostril and then did the same before barely managing to put the bottle down as the rush came on. Soon afterwards we were snogging each-other and high as kites, and goddamn if those cocks slipping in and out of our asses weren’t like beams of pure fucking pleasure shooting straight to our brain. Poppers and ecstasy man. Pure fuckin perfection. Kieran was panting into my face as Pedro increased his rhythm. I slobbered a kiss to him, as he held my arms to steady himself from a Pedro’s increased pace. Andrew had stopped kissing Richard and was being told how to fuck me from Pedro from what seemed like miles above our heads. He quickened up to match Pedro’s pace. It was then I realised we were in classic “building a bridge” at the end of the bed. “Building a bridge” is a sex move where two people facing each-other are being fucked doggy style, while holding onto each-other for support/kissing. It’s a classic orgy move, and I love it cause you can almost feel what it’s like to be fucked by two different guys at the same time, cause (especially when you’re high) you can read the other bottom’s reactions as if they’re your own. As the poppers rush subsided, Pedro slowed down a little and Andrew followed suit. The bed was bouncing on my right and I looked over to see Finn with his back on the bed and legs up on Richard’s shoulders getting fucked. Mac was jacking himself once more on his own. It’s a sad fact that guys with monster cocks can sound extremely popular but generally have to wait for a while in a house party before they can get their fucking in – in my experience anyways, it usually takes guys a while to be high or loose enough to take guys like Mac. I beckoned him over and he sat on the edge of the bed, massive cock sticking between Kieran and me. We both went for it – Mac loved his cock getting “worshipped” by two guys and let out some sounds of appreciation as Kieran took the head and I tongued the shaft. I was thinking that it didn’t feel like too long since myself and Richard had been doing the same thing but cause of the drugs that was over 9 or 10 hours ago. I tasted some ass juice on Mac’s cock and after a particularly pleasurable rush of ecstasy coursed through the back of my brain, I asked, “who’ve you been fucking Mac?” “Richard, Finn and Andrew so far, lad” (well, that put me in my place – I obviously hadn’t a clue what had been going on) “Oh right! And I was thinking you were only getting blown mostly, cause of the fucking size of ya” Mac chuckled, Kieran chuckled too, though it was a bit muffled on Mac’s cock. “Nah lad, everyone’s been having a go, you’ve just spent too long in the bathroom as the party greeter to notice!” A party greeter? I suppose it was a good term. I love novelty, and I always took it upon myself to make sure new guys are made comfortable. Also cause I’m not into scat I guess it’s a good way of making sure a guy is clean. I must have been contemplating this a bit too long, cause Mac looked down at me and said “Aw Stuart I didn’t mean it in a bad way. It’s great that someone helps new people get in the mood. I know I don’t have it in me” Pedro had just taken a toke of a joint he’d lit up, and while maintaining a steady fucking rhythm on Kieran, added, “yeah chico, most guys in a sex party don’t like to meet the guy at the door who looks like he could go out and buy a paper. It can kill the buzz”. I beamed at this. Little known to me, I’d been doing the “bedroom lads” a favour by prepping the new lads as they came in. Pedro took a second toke and passed the joint down to Kieran. He took a drag and shotgunned it to me. Pedro looked over at Mac and continued “…but now that the party’s complete, maybe it’s time to break out the K?”

An update. I've been making up for lost time, and had a fucking amazing night with him again. He had invited me to join him, this time for a threesome, which would a first for me. The other guy was around my age and dick size. We both tag teamed him, dumping a total of eight loads into his ass. So, with the two I had dumped earlier, he had taken ten loads from us. The hottest part was when we double-dicked him. I had never experienced it before, but OMG, it was the best thing ever. I wish I had gotten some poz cum up my butt too but I`ll settle for pounding him every chance i get. To think I`ve gone from 'bottom only' to being an eager 'vers'. So bottoms, be on the look out for me! . Here are bonus pics as well of me wearing his jockstrap. NLbear and friends uploaded a bunch of pics of me, as well as some additional pics of the jock on me to my gallery, so feel free to check 'em out and let me know what you think.

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.

Damn hot story, this kid does not know what hit and maybe it is a good he doesn't , just go for the ride and enjoy it , I know I would...........lol

Stan had met many boys through the fantasy club and the ones he took home he often shared with his sons but tonight wasn't going to be the typical night. Stan told Sean to come with him and told Harry to stay with his brother. Stan and Sean went to the family room and Stan sat down and had Sean sit on his lap. The boy looked cute wearing just his pampers but Stan knew they weren't staying on him long. Teddy told Harry what happened so far and Harry stripped down to his jockstrap and picked up the pipe and lighter. As Harry smoked it he had Teddy get between his legs and blow him. Both brothers and their dad were tops but they both bottommed for their dad and Teddy also had to serve his older brother. Harry told him to just suck and lick it until dad's ready with Sean. Stan asked Sean if Teddy had forced him to suck him and Sean said no he didn't. He asked him if he liked sucking him and Sean nodded that he did then whispered that he really liked when Teddy came. Stan wiped some of Teddy's cum that was on the boy's face with his finger and then pushed it into the boy's mouth and watched the hunger in his eyes as he sucked it. Stan said he saw the pipe and asked if Sean liked smoking that with Teddy. Sean said it felt really good and he liked it. Stan opened a box on the table and took out another pipe that he already loaded and told Sean to show him how much he liked it. After the boy blew out a decent cloud he told him to do it again. Once Sean finished inhaling Stan told him to blow it into his mouth and once the boy exhaled and then felt his uncle's lips touch his he melted into his arms. Stan and Sean shotgunned a couple more times making out each time too. Sean felt so good being nearly naked in his hunky uncle's lap. His uncle held his head and used his tongue to conquer the boy's mouth which felt so right to Sean. When Sean felt his uncle's hand squeeze his pamper covered bum he moaned into his uncle's mouth but he nearly passed out when his uncle's finger found the slit that Teddy cut into the diaper and started to rub his hole. Stan stopped kissing and watched the boy's expressions as he rubbed his hole. "Now that Teddy got to turn you into his baby he's gonna want to do it again and probably often, do you want that?" "Yes. I know he loves me and if he wants me to be his baby then I want to do it too. I didn't want him to diaper me before but know I want him to every time I'm here." "Did Teddy make you cum?" "No, but I made him cum." "Harry's gonna be jealous. Or do you want to play with him too?" "Will he want me to be his baby?" "No, Harry isn't into that but I'm sure he is going to want to tie you up, Harry is into dominating guys. And I'm sure you won't be cumming with him either." "Oh, wow, he is so big and strong, if it would make him happy then I'd do it" "You're going to make your cousin very happy. Do you want to make your uncle happy too?" "I'll do anything to make you happy, I love you Uncle Stan!". Stan called out and told his boys to join them. Teddy came out naked and Harry was in just a jockstrap and it barely contained his hard thick cock. Stan whispered into Sean's ear once the boy's sat down and told Sean that he wanted to watch him get on his knees and give his cousin Harry a blow job. As Stan watched his young nephew get on his knees wearing just a diaper he knew that even after he corrupted the boy he'd still look so innocent. At first Sean was awkward and a little nervous but then Teddy got on his knees next to Sean and told him that whenever Harry was home that Harry loved having his younger brother between his knees and sometimes for hours. Teddy told him it was best when Harry held his head and he stepped back as Harry grabbed the boy's head. Stan turned on the TV and a video he wanted Sean to see. He took all his clothes off and sat back down. Earlier in the bedroom when Teddy was sucking Harry they only played a little but now Harry knew he was going to cum fast and seeing little Sean on his knees got Harry moaning. He started to facefuck the boy and loved how his little submissive cousin just accepted it. As he felt he was about to cum he forced Sean's head to swallow his cock and blew his load into the boy's belly. Stan had the boy sit on his lap and lean back onto his chest. He rubbed the boy's nipples and belly and by the time he reached his cock it was rock hard. He stroked it a few times but stopped and told the boy it wasn't yet his turn to cum. He continued to molest him as they watched the video. The older man has just rolled the twink on to his belly and was rimming his ass. As the man licked the twinks boyhole I asked Sean if he ever touched his boyhole and he told us he sometimes would put a finger in when jerking off. Teddy asked Sean if he wanted him to finger him and we all nearly cracked up laughing when Sean said his ass has been begging for it all night. I told Teddy he should show his baby what having his boyhole licked feels like first. We put Sean on all four facing me and I held his face and watched as he felt Teddy's tongue touch his hole. He gasped in pleasure as we looked into each other's eyes. I told him that he was made for this and his boyhole would give him even more pleasure than his cock ever could. He continued to alternate between gasping, moaning and whimpering. On the TV the man had mounted the boy and the boy was begging to be fucked harder and faster. I told Harry to get the bump I had prepared which was much larger and should quickly have the boy begging to be fucked. Harry gave it to Teddy and I nodded to him letting him know to give it to the boy. Sean feeling something enter him and instinctually backed up like a good boy. Teddy went back to licking the boyhole for a minute until I had Sean get back on my lap. "Sean, did you like Teddy licking your boyhole?" "Wow that was the best feeling ever!" Teddy told us that it was the best boyhole he ever licked "Your boyhole and your boypussy will soon be all you can think about. You'll do anything a man wants if he'll lick it or fuck it" "Oh, Uncle I want to be fucked!" And he wiggled his bottom on my cock. "And do you want to be loved or fucked hard and fast even if it hurts you?" "I don't care if it hurts I just need to be fucked." He pushed down harder to feel my cock in his crack. Sean reached his hand down towards his hole but I told him that when he is with a man he needs to wait. I then touched his quivering hole and he begged me to put me finger in but I didn't. "Will you let your Uncle fuck you without a condom and breed you like a little bitchboy?" "Yes!" "And your cousins too?" "Yes!" "And would you let all my friends fuck you and would you be a cumdump for them?" "I want to be your cumdump and Teddy and Harry and anyone you want. Please do me." "Open your mouth". I spit in his mouth and his face turned to shock but he swallowed it when I told him to. I told him he was a good boy and let one finger slip into his burning hot boypussy. He immediately tried to fuck himself on my finger but I pulled it out and brought it up to his mouth and he opened it and once it was in his mouth he started to suck it. I asked if he liked the taste of his boypussy and he rapidly nodded but kept sucking on my finger. I pulled my finger out and told him I'd get more and I fingered him and again let him suck it. I asked if he wanted to suck a cock that had just fucked and bred him and he said he dreamed about doing that. "Tell me that you want to be a slammed up boy slut and you want us to wreck and ruin you." Sean wasn't even sure what that meant but all he cared about was finally being fucked so he repeated what his Uncle told him. Stan then picked Sean up and carried him to his room as it was now time to fulfill a few fantasies.

The jizz in my ass had been feeling lonely all through dinner and I was gagging for more loads. The bars were busier tonight, everyone hanging around outside again chatting and cruising away the hot evening. At the end of the street, in front of Queenz bar, was a gaggle young lads, fairly cute but with that annoying overly-preened plucked eyebrows look going on, they were handing out flyers, selling drugs and selling themselves. Coke is the drug of choice over here it seems. We get given flyers for Union that includes a free shot, it's a dance club and the music is good but there are only 4 other people in there besides us. We have our free shot (Vodka mixed some Lemoncello type liqueur) and go to DSB Dark Bar opposite. This is more like it. A long thin place, cute barmen with their tops off, porn and seating down one end near the entrance to the toilets and darkroom. We get a drink, the largest gin & tonics you've ever seen, and I go off to explore the darkroom. There's an open seating space in the middle with a big screen playing porn, the rest is little cupboards for 1-2-1s but there don't seem to be glory holes. Down the very end is a sling and just outside are 2 guys making out. I get my cock out and a guy who must have followed me from the bar gets up close and starts feeling my ass. I pull my pants down and can feel his hard cock pushing on my ass cheeks. Condom? He asks. I lube my ass with spit and guide his cock to my hole. Spunk in me I reply, and he pushes his cock all the way in. I sniff my fingers and can smell Nate's load from earlier, mixed with sweat and ass juice. This gets me going more than the hit of poppers which I've just been handed by one of the 2 guys opposite who have stopped making out now and are watching me take this guys raw cock. The one who handed me the poppers is trying to get the other lad to get his ass out so he can fuck him. Lad number 2 isn't keen. The guy inside me doesn't take long before the tell tale grunts start and his thrusting gets faster. I look behind and say yeah to reassure him he can dump inside. Yeah he replies and his cock starts to spasm in my ass. He pushes hard and my face is pinned up against the wall, his babies flooding my cumhole. He pulls straight out and won't let me suck his cock clean. Just zips up, pats me on the shoulder and goes back out to the bar. This is obviously not what the one guy opposite is into and he walks off leaving the other guy, the one whose been trying to fuck him, with a hard dick and no one to play with. He comes straight over and rams his dick up my spunk dripping hole without a word. Arrhh yeah. It's bigger than the previous cock and I can feel the cum inside me making my hole sloppy, stretching to accommodate his width. He begins with long, sensual strokes which make my hole feel so good. He takes a hit of poppers and offers me the bottle so I have big sniff and feel like I'm in heaven. Fuck yeah breed me man I cry out and hand him his bottle back. He's inside me, pleasuring his dick with my asshole, churning up the seed inside, for around 10 mins before, without warning, he groans and dumps his wad of jizz deep in my ass. He stays inside making sure I get every last drop and I have to stop wanking my cock as I'm really close to cumming. I pull off his cock and he shudders a bit and sighs. Cheers mate I say and go down on him, sucking off the spunk and ass slime coating his still hard cock. He smiles, zips up and walks back to the bar. I wander around the rest of the darkroom but it's empty now so I go back to the others and my G&T. We all go outside for a smoke and Nate says he came to see what I was up to but I seemed to be busy. Yeah, getting 2 loads I explain. Yes I saw he replied. We go back in but the place seems to be thinning out. Everyone is doing the typical Spanish trick of having one drink in each bar then moving on. I'll just have another quick nose in the back before we go I say to everyone. It's still empty in there so I guess it's time to follow everyone else and move on. Just then Nate taps me on the shoulder and indicates toward the sling room. Erm ok then. I strip off and so does Nate, we put our clothes in a heap on a stool next to the sling. My cum dripping hole is now exposed and at just the right height for Nate to pound me. He goes at my ass for about 15 mins and his big cock is all very nice and all but he's got a condom on and it's just not doing it for me. Different guys pop their head through the open doorway to see what's going on and one comes in and brings his cock up to my face so I can suck him while I get fucked. Do you want to spunk up my ass I say. He doesn't say anything but Nate pulls his cock out and indicates to this guy that he can have a go if he wants. The guy doesn't move so I say I think I need a break (more about this guy in the write of the next day). We have a last drink in XXL and everyone else is ready to go back to the apartment. I'm gonna see what's happening down the beach I say, I'll see you in bed I say to my bf. Be careful he says. I get a small beer and chat to some English guys outside for a bit then make my way up to the darkroom. I do a bit of sucking but no one is up for dumping load number 4 in me so I head down to the beach. My head is spinning a bit by now so I sit on the same bench as the previous night and wait for trade, watching the waves and listening to the sea while slowly stroking my cock. A guy comes down the steps to the beach and notices me, he stands there watching for a while then walks off to the opposite side of the beach wall to another bench. I follow him with my cock still out and my trousers and pants near my knees, my ass exposed and ready for action. He gets his cock out so I can suck him, he's circumcised and his cock is all bronze from nude sunbathing. I get him hard in my mouth and ask him if he wants my ass. How many loads you got already he asks in foreign accent I can't place. 3 I say. You want more? As many as I can get I say as I lean over, resting my arms on the wall and pushing my ass out toward his cock. I'm gonna breed your cunt boy he grunts as he wanks his fat cock and pushes the head onto to asshole. Push some seed out to lube my cock he commands. I do as I'm told and coat his dick with seed which comes gushing out of me in a big loud fart. Fucking filthy cumwhore he says and rams his cum coated jizz stick up in me with one hard thrust that takes my breath away for a minute. He starts pounding away at my ass and another guy comes down and sits on the bench next us. I feel for his cock and try to suck him but he says he just likes to watch. I'm getting long, hard strokes from my top now and he's clearly getting close. You want it don't you slut he gasps, loud enough for everyone to hear. Yeah knock me up I plead with him. He thrusts really hard, nearly knocking me off balance, and cries out, I'm fucking cumin in your cunt boy, take that fucking load. Arhh breed me man I whimper. He pulls out and demands I suck him clean. Mmmmm I don't need telling twice. His cock tastes great, covered in his own load mixed with all the other seed from my ass. I fucking love that taste. I carry on sucking, pulling his dick for any last drops of cum, sticking my tongue into his piss slit. I'll be here tomorrow night if you're ready to dump again I say. He smiles, says maybe, zips up and walks back up the stairs. I stick my finger up my ass and can feel all the guys sperm swimming around inside. I sniff my finger, fuck yeah, it smells so strong and ripe, I lick my finger and taste all the gooey mess and stick it back up to get more. Ass spunk has to be the best smell in the world. You like getting fucked, the guy whose been watching asks. I love it, you sure you don't want to use my ass I reply. No, I don't fuck men he says but tomorrow will be busier, I'd like to watch you take more. I'll be hear after midnight I say. I'll show you where you can get the most cock he helpfully assures me. Nice one I say. Laterz mate, I walk along the beach back to the apartment checking down on the sand all the way in case there's any more action I can join in with. Unfortunately it's all very quiet.

Please read to the end to understand. This happened about 10 years ago. I had just changed work & just had what i thought at the time was a bad case of the flu. So i was feeling a Little worked up & hadn't blown in a few day. This new job always started work early in the morning so I was finished about mid afternoon & having not blown in a while I had decided to stop by a local beet on my way home. Apon getting there I noticed a handsome man sitting in his car on the phone. This was not usual as a few salesmen would use this beat to stop for a piss & sometimes get off. I got out of my car & headed for the bog, I noticed the sales man watching me as I entered. I got into this bog which had a urinal & 2 cubicles with a glory hole between them. Glad to see it was quite I entered the closest & smallest cubicle (the other being a disabled toilet & therefore a lot bigger). I sat down & started reading some of the stories on the wall in no time I was hard & beating my 7" uncut cock. Then someone enter the next cubicle he looked through the hole & stuck his fingers through. No more encouragement need I stuck my cock though & was rewarded with a nice warm mouth slowly sucking the length of my hard cock. After a while I withdrew from the hole & looked through asking for his cock. He shoved through a thick 6" cut cock that I soon was wall deep in my mouth. I continued to suck him for a while & soon felt his cock harden that little bit more, but before he could reward me with his sweet seed he withdrew. He then asked for my cock again carried for a while he slowly lubed my cock with his spit then stopped still holding my hard cock. Then I felt him play with my cock around his hole wetting it with precum & spit. He gave me an expert blow job so I grabbed the top of the wall enjoy his mouth I could feel my ball start to draw up & I was just about to come When he all of a sudden pulled off. I wasn't sure why but figured he had got cold feet & withdrew from the glory hole. Crouching down to see what happened he just looked at me & unlocked his door. I pulled up my pants unlocked my door had a quick check to see if anyone was around then entered his cubicle. Sitting on the john was the salesman from the car. He was handsome about 5 11, with short dark hair, blue eyes, clean shaven square jaw, rugby player legs & tight blue shirt that just showed off his built chest & hard erect nipples. I closed the door while drinking in every inch of this man. As I approached him he stood up & gently we kissed our hard cocks rubbing against each other exploring each other's body with our hands. He took off my shirt & was exploring my smooth slim chest & licking on my nipples to get them hard the gently pinching them making me moan. I undid his shirt to reveal his strong hairy chest & hard erect nipples. We kissed & licked each other's body precum leaking from each other's cocks. I lick & kissed his body working my way down to hard cock now dripping with his precum. I licked off his dripping precum & enjoying it's sweet taste. I then parted my lips slipping his cock head he moaned in pleasure & I got to work squeezing out more of that precum award. We swapped over trading blow jobs & precum till he turn around & asked for me to fuck him again. I bent down & rimmed his hot ass shoving my tongue deep in his hole lubing it up with as much spit as possible all the while he was moaning his pleasure. I then stood up & placed my hard cock against his hole applying a little pressure to his hole to try & slowly let him adjust to my cock, but he just pushed back forcing me balls deep in him. He gave a yelp of pain due to the shock of my cock size but didn't back off I just started to pound his hole without giving him time to adjust to my fat cock in hole. soon his yelps of pain turned to moans of pleasure of having a big cock filling his tight hole. He braced himself on the wall pushing back to my thrust. I looked up to see a wedding ring on his hand turning me into a aggressive top. I fucked him hard & fast for about 10 mins then felt my ball draw up & I knew I was going to Cum I bent over & asked him "where do you want me to cum?" "Cum in my hole I want you sexy boy seed in my hole" "Here it is take my boy load" I thrust as hard as I could pumping 5-6 shots deep into his hungry married hole. He tighten his hole I thought he had cum as well. I held it there to let the sensation subside. I pulled out & he turned around & we kissed. I felt his cock & to my surprise he was still leaking precum. I asked if he had cum yet & he told me no i said I thought he had by the was his ass had tightened when I came. He told me he want to get every drop & keep it in him till he got home. I got down & started to suck him off forcing him deep into the my mouth, Sliding the full length into my throat. Every so often I would spit on my had & finger my hole getting 3 in by the time he noticed. He saw me fingering my hole & grabbed me then pulled me up turned me around, bent me over, & shoved his cock ball deed in one thrust. I yelped out in pain at but soon it was moans of pleasure as he fucked my hole. He all of a sudden he slammed balls deep & uploaded his seed deep in my hole. (I hoped later that it was his last neg load). he left his cock in there & I tightened my hole around his cock as he pulled out so as to keep his load in me. We kissed & dressed then parted ways. 2 days later my doctor called & made an appointment for me that day. I walked into the doctor's office she told me to sit down. I took a seat & she told me my results were back & I was now HIV POZ, & I had a high Viral load. I Never got to tell the married stranger about my pozzing but often wonder if he did & what he told his wife.

when i was younger, i sucked myself off and came in my mouth/swallowed all of it. years ago i was soo hungry for cum i went to midtown spa and looked for used condoms, picked them up and drank them, must have been 7 total that night and 5 blow jobs. had 19 guys through out the day cum in my ass.

Glasgow Tales 3. Previously… I urged him on, “fuck yeah Pedro, I’m almost ready”. He looked me looking back at him and grinned. Then he started pounding my ass like a man-possessed. I couldn’t keep up with him and it was in a very short time he started breathing low and heavy. He grabbed my hips and muttered something in Spanish and then I could feel his cock fill up and shoot out hot cum straight into my ass. Time slowed down with as he came, my energy and his energy joining, the coke sending everything electric, the cum - we were one being, blissed out on life. As he pulled out I looked at the time – it was 6.45pm. Right so… My name’s Stuart and I about to be late for an appointment with my hopefully new landlords. I’d just had the fuck of my life from a sleazy Spaniard dealer called Pedro and now I was desperately trying to get sober, get showered and get out from his place to run down to this new room I was hoping to rent. The ironic thing was I was hoping to get this room to keep an eye on a mate of mine who was in a bit of a drug spiral – was that real ironic or Alanis Morrissette “ironic”? So how does someone get sober from coke in less than five minutes? Fucked if I know. I had Pedro, who was chuckling to himself, looking up Yahoo Answers for it, but half the answers were preachy fuckwits saying you deserved what you got, and the other half telling me to meditate and not drink coffee. Without time for a shower, Pedro’s cum still in my ass and still not having cum yet, I pulled on my bag and my jacket and headed for the door. Pedro looked up from his phone and said “hey chico, here take this, it might help you calm down a bit”. He tossed me a spliff, which I pocketed, and then, as I was heading out the door, he stuck his thumb in his mouth and ran it down to the shaft of his once-more growing cock and said “then bring that white pussy back to me when you’re finished with your guy. I have a guy lined up tonight, but I’m not through with that ass”. “You’re on” I replied and left, taking the stairs down two at a time. In my coke haze I made good time across the city until I was at the door of Bill’s place (and hopefully soon “my place”, if I made a good impression). Bill answered the door in a rugby shirt and running shorts. At 6”2 with bristly black hair that grew everywhere (the backs of his fingers were like little forests), Bill could be seen as intimidating, but only if you didn’t know him. The local rough types steered clear of him, but for me, I had grown up with him in Skye and remembered the geeky Super-Mario fanatic he was (and still is). I found it hard to see him as anything but a lovable stoner. Speaking of which, he stank of weed. “Dude” I said, wrinkling my nose, “you reek of weed and your landlords are due to meet me here any moment”. He laughed and said “relax, it’ll only be a quick chat I’d say, anyways I’m out for a jog, so you’ve the place to yourself” With that, he pushed past me, giving me the thumbs up, and headed down the road. With Bill gone I looked around the house – it was an old Georgian redbrick that had seen better days. The room I’d be renting was at the back above the kitchen. The kitchen being the only social room in the shared house – the landlords Davie and Blair who lived about five streets away in a decidedly nicer part of town, had converted the living room to another bedroom while they worked on earning enough money to do up the entire place. So the garden was a jungle, all the rooms smelled a little damp, even now in the middle of summer, and it was a good thing they had Bill there, cause he was the only one who was handy enough to keep the whole place from falling apart. All in all there were five bedrooms in the place, all dirt cheap. Top floor there was Bill’s master bedroom where I hung out many a night getting stoned. Across the hall there was a rail-electrician who worked nights and who I’d never met. Bill, in his more paranoid stoner moments, was convinced the guy was a cop on a stake-out. Then there was a split-level with the room for rent and a bathroom. The bathroom-door had a post-it note on it currently, asking people to remember to flush. That would be Sabine, the passive aggressive bitch of a girlfriend to Stefan. The German couple shared a bedroom downstairs and Stefan would often creep up to Bill’s room late at night to have a quick joint after his girlfriend fell asleep. We all wondered why he stayed with her, she must have been a demon in the sack. We used to have fun seeing how many of her post-it notes Bill could make her write in a day. Lastly there was Emmett, who was a “murse” – a male nurse, and who Bill (mainly because of his job) suspected was a fag. Like the guy upstairs, he kept night shifts and I’d never met him. Wondering what to do – it was 7.05pm and my eyes were still rolling my head from the coke-high, I went down to the kitchen and put on the kettle. The kitchen was full of post-it notes again “Who ate my cheese???”, “This is SABINE and STEFAN’s milk!!!” and the classic “Who left these dirty dishes here???” We wondered what would happen if we ever pushed her past a fourth question mark. I decided to make enough tea for everyone and took off my jacket to get comfortable. Soon enough I heard a key turn in the door. “Hello?” I heard a voice call from the hall, as two guys came into the house. The first guy to come was dressed in biker gear – all black leather. As he took off his motorbike helmet I saw he had a shaved head and was in his late forties – weathered, brown eyes with a little hint of grey stubble but well built with a broad frame and serious muscle under all that leather – this must be Blair – the older of the two. As we made eye contact I saw the second man behind him come into view. This must be Davie I thought, as the younger man (about mid thirties) pulled off his leather jacket. He was wearing a fitted checked shirt and one of those Che Guevara green caps over ear-length curly hair. As he turned and his bright blue eyes made contact with mine, all I could think was “fuck, I’m in love”. Bill never mentioned his landlords were fucking hot! As the two came into the kitchen I shook their hands and we sat down for some tea. I kept stealing glances at the two of them when I thought they wouldn’t notice. Blair was seriously buff and after removing his biker jacket, he was just wearing a tight fitting black t-shirt to complement his leather pants. His gym-work must have been impeccable cause every inch of his skin on display was an anatomy lesson. Davie was a slimmer but still had a gym-fit build with pale skin like mine, and his face looked like it had been lifted off a Caravaggio or one of those painters. Those bouncy curls that framed his face with its gorgeous cheekbones... I realised noone had talked in a while, and they were looking at me expectantly. “Um so yeah” I started “I’ve known Bill from when we were kids” I could see the two exchange curious glances. “Stuart”, Davie quietly said, “we were asking you what you did for money?” “Oh right” I replied, “I’m currently working a landscape gardening company. It’s just me and my boss Angus”. (Ok, relax Stuart – I thought – you don’t have to give them your life story). “We do a lot of the gardens in the area. It keeps the wolf from the door while I’m figuring out what to do next, and keeps me fit too – I mean, just look at these guns” as I flexed my biceps. (Oh wait – did I actually just say that?) – I caught up with myself – it was like my mouth was running two speeds faster than my brain. (Quick! Laugh it off and move on!) “Ahem, but I am planning to go back to college in a year and work on a PhD in horticulture” –(ok slow down), I continued “maybe do some work with the Botanic Gardens and so anyways I had to move to be closer to work, Angus is a real slave-driver (seriously dude, slow the fuck down) and Bill mentioned there was a room going here, he just let me in just before you came, he hasn’t given me a key or anything”. Davie laughed a little nervously, his eyes twinkling as he reached across the table to me “Relax, Stuart”, he said, “I can tell since we’ve given you little notice to meet us and you’re probably a bit nervous” His whole look was that of a trendy student-professor type, I think he said he worked in Caledonian or one of the others. His hand gently touched my forearm. “now tell me, why are you all wired up?” (Fuck he knows!) “Did Bill really give you such a terrible impression of us?” (Oh nevermind). I laughed and distractedly patted my hand on Davie’s. “Sorry guys, you’re right, you caught me at a bad time – I had to race across town from another meeting, and I guess my body’s still in that Speedy-Gonzales-mode”. Blair’s eyebrows raised and he shot a look to Davie. He asked “So where was it you were coming from, lad?” “Oh, em, a sorta friend I guess” I replied. “And does this “sorta friend” have a name?” Blair continued. (Why all of a sudden did I feel like I was back in Skye being asked who I was meeting by my parents, when I going off to blow the vicar’s son Aldous – but that’s another story). “His name’s Pedro” I replied, “he’s a new acquaintance I guess”. Blair and Davie smiled back at me “ah, that sorta friend” Blair laughed. Davie smirked “I knew you were gay the second…” he took a breath “the second Bill told us on the phone”. They both broke out laughing. Smug bastards. “Well we’re sorry we interrupted your budding sorta-friendship”. I laughed too, they seemed to get me. I piped up, “and to answer your question Davie, Bill did not give me a terrible impression and he definitely didn’t tell me how fit you guys are! When I think of a pair of gay landlords I would never have thought of the pair of you – I see ye both as gym instructors maybe” I quipped (ok – tone it down Stuart). Davie looked at Blair and said “well, flattery will get you everywhere!” Standing up, he said “well we should really show you the room, before you make poor Pedro jealous” With that we went up the stairs to the room. The narrow room was pretty bare with a bed and mattress in to the right as you opened the door. To the left was a wardrobe and chest of drawers with an ashtray on it and after that a sink. The room’s real feature was its Georgian windows facing out over the garden and an original fireplace – vital for keeping the place warm in winter. Davie was just finishing “and when we renovate, that’s where the pelmet will be”. I was not looking at where he was pointing (what the fuck is a pelmet anyway?) but at the gap of pale skin he left exposed from his fitted check shirt to his cords. Was that line a cum-gutter? Nice six-pack Davie! And the lad was obviously packing too from the way he was standing. ‘Stuart?” Davie asked me, smiling as I tore my eyes away from his crotch, “ I was asking you if you were had a boyfriend or anything? The room might be a bit small for a couple” “Oh, no” I replied, “just a few sorta friends” I joked. Blair was standing behind me, and reached over me to pick up the ashtray. I could smell his spicy aftershave and thought – If I can smell them, are they smelling Pedro right now…? “Looks like Bill’s been smoking his wacky-baccy in here again” Blair said as he emptied the ashtray. Davie smirked, “Fuck I’d kill for a joint right now” Blair replied “Fuck, I’d fuck for a joint right now” I laughed at the two of them and then I thought of the joint that Pedro left me. Blair lifted up my jacket that he’d brought from the kitchen. “Looking for something?” he asked, and with that he pushed me onto the bed. “What’s going on?” I asked mock-innocent, Blair pulled out the giant joint that Pedro gave me. “What do you call this laddy?” he barked. “You don’t honestly think we hadn’t realised you’ve been fucked up the entire time you’ve been here?” Davie sat down beside me and put his hands on either side of my face “Honestly, Stuart! Your eyes are as big as plates. Look at me for a second”. I was freaking the fuck out. “Wait”, I gasped, “I can explain”. I looked up to see Blair and Davie saying something about “are we doing this?” I immediately thought “this” was “calling the police”. “Guys, wait, look I’m sorry” I appealed to them, “You’re right I’ve been a bit stoned since I came here” I lied, “I thought it would calm me down, but it’s wound me up instead and now I’ve made a balls of the interview” I stood up and turned to the two of them on the bed. “Please, if there’s anyway I can “unfuck-up” this meeting let me know” Blair and Davie looked at each other and smiled. Blair turned to me and said “So you think you can come into our home, and get baked and flirt shamelessly with the two of us, all for what – to get a room?” “No” I denied, “I honestly just want to live with Bill – he’s been a friend from childhood and we get on well – I’m never normally this baked – I just got stoned with Pedro on a new strain of weed, and I guess I didn’t react well to it” Davie pulled out a lighter and lit up the spliff in Blair’s hands, he asked “is this the same weed Stuart?” as Blair took a deep drag. “So let’s see what effect it has” Davie continued and with that took a drag himself, his perfect lips drawing in the fumes, his blue eyes holding eye-contact with me before disappearing in the exhaled smoke. “Fuck, that’s strong stuff” Blair muttered, then asked “so what else did you and your stoner friend Pedro get up to?” I gulped, I knew where this conversation was going – at least I thought I did. Davie knelt up on the bed, all the while staring straight at me. He whispered something to Blair, who, laughing, said “yeah that’s a good idea”. As they were talking I realised just how fucked up I was, my knees were actually full-on trembling! “Stuart” Blair asked, “I want you to show us what you did with your friend Pedro, what happened first?” I hesitantly replied “um, I know Pedro through a fuck-buddy of mine”, I took a deep breath, and thought - well here goes nothing, “I went to his apartment at 4 o’ clock and the door was ajar. He was kneeling on the bed waiting for me, smoking a spliff” “Like this?” Blair interrupted and kneeled up on the bed beside Davie, taking a drag of the spliff, and then released it and asked “and what did you do?” Both watched me intently like cats that have their prey cornered and are just waiting for the right time to pounce. “Fuck this” I thought to myself, “go balls deep or go home” and facing my landlords, I quickly pulled off my top, slid off my underwear and trousers and stepped naked in front of them. “Then I sucked his cock” I said, and knelt down in front of them, licking my lips. Davie’s cords took no time to unbutton, and sure enough he was sporting a sizable cock at about 7 inches but almost that again in girth – a proper coke can cock. As I knelt and freed his cock I looked into both of their eyes. They were just as mesmerised by the scene as I was. Freeing Blair’s cock took a little more time – one-handed while stroking Davie’s cock it took a while to get the strong zip on the Blair’s leather pants down. It was then I realised they were shaved their pubes. I took Davie’s cock in my mouth while looking up at both of them. I ran my fingers over the day-old stubble up to their hard firm stomachs. Davie took a pull of the joint and then passed it down to me. After taking a toke I swapped over to Blair’s dick. He too was about 7 inches but not as thick as Davie and with a bright purple head. Blair pulled up his tight black t-shirt up revealing his abs and pecs as I swallowed his cock down to the root. Davie started to play with Blair’s obviously enhanced nipples and he shuddered as I picked up pace. “The boy sure knows how to suck cock” he said, eyes closed with one hand grabbing the back of my head. He then started bucking into my mouth. I gagged a little but went with it, loving how full my mouth was feeling. Meanwhile Davie bent down to help me with Blair’s cock, and we battled it out with our mouths over it – making a tunnel for it between our mouths, and then we found ourselves kissing passionately. I was kissing Davie, Bill’s insanely hot landlord, unbuttoning his shirt and running my hands over his smooth pale chest. His pillowy lips engulfed mine and his tongue rose up to enter my mouth and I opened my eyes to see his crystal blues staring straight back at me. I felt this odd surge of emotion through me and it felt like Davie was feeling it as well. When I went down on Davie’s cock, Blair came around behind me and whispered two things into my ears, “We knew you were high as soon as you started babbling in the kitchen” and “we know it’s not just weed you’re on”. Then he grabbed my hair and started vigorously throat-fucking Davie with my head. I nearly fucking choked, there were tears running down my face. “You want this room don’t you Stuart, but you need to convince us why we should give a junkie like you a chance”, he then leaned forward and looking me in the eyes he licked the tears from my face. “I’ll be your new fucking landlord, is that what you want?” Blair whispered in my ears as he jerked his lover off with my mouth. “What else are you on Stuart? You can tell me” “Omghfjhddf” is all I could manage to say – as my mouth was quite obviously in use. “What’s that?” Davie asked, jerking back my head off of his cock. I gasped for air, and ’fessed up, “I did some coke with Pedro, it was my first time, he said I’d be sober by the time I got to you”. Davie looked at Blair, they both blinked a few times and then erupted in laughter. “Right” Blair said, “where’s this Pedro live? We’re gonna pay him a visit someday, but not before I get my first load out. Davie, prepare the boy” Davie looked at me, and grinned and said “well done Stuart, you’ve done the right thing telling us”, and then scooted to my ass and shortly shouted up “Looks like Pedro’s done some damage here” and then I felt Davie’s tongue dive between my cheeks looking for the foamy traces of Pedro’s load. Blair shoved me onto his cock as his partner licked me clean of Pedro’s seed. I deep throated Blair’s cock for all I was worth, banging my face on his defined abs and reach a hand up to play with his pumped up nips. Davie came up for air and got up on the bed facing away from me. “Get down on my lover’s ass boy” Blair barked and with no hesitation I dove right in. Even though he had looks like an angel, Davie had a well-worn hole that had seen some traffic – This was no young twink I was playing with. He opened quickly to my tongue and I licked off all the sweat of his day from him. Taking my cue from Pedro’s lingering ass-play I used my jaw and worked fingers into my routine. Davie was toking the remains of the spliff and grinding his ass back into me, loving the extra-special attention while reaching back to grab my cock. It didn’t really work so he turned around and ducked under me 69 style, presenting his hole to me while engulfing my cock. While I started to rim Davie, Blair had been tasting Pedro out of my ass. When Davie switched up the positions on the mattress, Blair spoke up “I think the young slut has had coke up his ass – I can taste it”. I chuckled at this point and said “yeah you got me Blair, now will you shove something else up there?” Blair chuckled “Oh, ya finally grew a bit of a spine did ya?” I just reached back with both hands and pulled my cheeks further apart. “Hang on lad” Blair said, “I’ll destroy ye, take a hit of this first” and passed me on some poppers he obviously had had on him the entire time. After a little bit of rearranging and me fumbling with the plastic seal for a bit, we were finally set. I was doggy-style diagonally across the corner of the bed sticking out into the centre of the room. Davie was under me, sucking Blair’s and my cock at the same time. I took the first hit off of the newly opened bottle. The room started to spin a bit as I reached back to give them to Blair. Moments later when he had his hit and passed them on to Davie, I felt Blair’s cockhead at my asshole. At this stage the poppers were properly lighting up inside me and added to the weed and coke my ass was on fire. Blair (with Davie’s guidance), got his cock about halfway up when I needed another hit of poppers. I kept thinking this would have been easier with a bit more lube than what Pedro left. This time I said down to Davie, “I’m gonna finger your ass, and I want you to guide Blair in the same way I’m fingering you”. Then I licked my thumb and taking a deep hit of the poppers I guided it down to Davie’s spit-slick tunnel until I reached halfway, then I started to pull and push slowly working my way deeper into his well fucked hole. Seconds late I felt Blair’s cock push and pull inside me and I smiled, ‘that’s it, yeah!” Working in two more fingers I got the thumb, index and middle finger in to the second knuckle and started to gentle rock them in and out of Davie’s sphincter. Sure enough Davie got Blair to follow suit, and we soon had a decent rhythm going where I’d slow Blair down or speed him up depending on my finger-fucking of his lover. Davie wanted more and more of me in his ass, and his eagerness lead to me increasing the pace of my fingering and thus my own fucking. I’d say Davie had been fisted a few times, and if I had the right lube I would have tried it, but maybe next time. Blair’s cock, lubed with spit and Pedro’s cum, felt massive inside me, I could feel his cock swelling up against my insides. I quickened the pace once more pulling my fingers out and then shoving them roughly back in again. Davie grunted and then set to work getting Blair to copy my rhythm. Blair needed no encouragement. He thrust quicker and deeper into me, and as he got close to the point of no return, I grabbed my cock out of Davie’s mouth and pulled him around to face me. For a few seconds time stood still, as we locked gazes. Then Blair started to shout "oh fuck yeah" as pounded my ass while he came. I held to Davie and passionately kissed him while one handedly getting to cliamx myself. I felt that I could feel every drop of Blair’s juice’s swimming in my gut and while looking into Davie’s wonderful blue eyes, I started to lose it myself and cum a fullbody shuddering orgasm. I came all over Davie’s stomach and he chuckled at my orgasm face. Then, looking down at the jiz he frowned and said “pity, next time I want that inside me”. I smiled, raised and eyebrow and said “does that mean I have the room?”

PART 2 After a short walk, we reached a grim alley with a dark staircase leading down to the basement of an old brick building. A lonely scarlet lightbulb flickered at the bottom of the staircase. I looked at my chaperone worriedly, but then his eyes flickered with that same red glow as before, and I lost myself in his wicked half-smile. “After you,” he said with a flourish. Everything looked red in this light—his skin, his eyes, his teeth. (But why were his teeth suddenly so…shiny? How could his smile glisten like that when everything else was a dim wash of scarlet?) I wondered, but I didn’t ask. I didn’t ask about anything, really—I simply followed this man whose dark energy pulsed and throbbed across the surface of my skin. I glanced back to reassess the strange glint in his teeth, then decided I was just imagining things again. With that, I dutifully walked down the stairs. As I made my descent, I felt an unexpected rush of heat—but not like a rise in outside temperature. It was more like a warmth radiating from the depths of my smooth, quivering, not-yet-fucked hole. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, the door didn’t seem to be a door at all—more like a dense patch of shadows. I looked back at Abraxas for reassurance. He responded by motioning me inside. That’s the first time I entered his sanctuary. I’ve always called it the Red Red Room—the kind of place where even the walls seemed to pulse with their own heartbeat. In that room, nearly everything was the same shade of visceral, rosebud red. As my eyes adjusted, I began to notice a little bit of black here and there to add shape and dimension, plus a few dark-yellow eyes in some of the artwork. In fact, the walls were full of paintings -- every single one having something to do with sex -- and every image was stamped with various obscure symbols that I couldn’t quite make out. That’s when I felt the arm of Abraxas fall on my shoulder. He leaned down and whispered in my ear: “Welcome to the local branch of my corporation.” As he said that, his mouth slid down to my neck, and his long tongue slowly licked the length of my jugular. “Are you ready to have some fun?” he asked, the vibrations in his voice sending a chill across my backbone. “Oh, definitely,” I replied, inclining my head to the left so he had better access to my neck. “That’s fucking beautiful,” he said, tracing that prominent vein in my neck with his fingernail. (But why were his fingernails so sharp?) Then, with a guttural snarl, he grabbed my head with both hands, holding it tight. He withdrew his tongue. I immediately sensed the press of his teeth—now incredibly sharp—against my skin. I distinctly felt two painful punctures that plunged well below the surface. At first, I gasped with a little more pain than pleasure; moments later, with a little more pleasure than pain. Meanwhile, he kept his teeth buried beneath his skin, and I felt something pulse outward from those fresh puncture wounds—almost like a cloud of hot liquid filling my body. He withdrew his teeth. Within seconds, I felt myself take a sharp breath inward, followed by a violent coughing fit. As I coughed, Abraxas casually tore a perfectly straight line down the back of my T-shirt and shorts and underwear, all at once, all in a single motion, causing all of my clothes to fall to the floor in a single clump. The heat of the room traveled along the surface of my suddenly naked body. I turned to look at Abraxas, and was surprised to find that he was naked, too. My eyes immediately locked on his quietly throbbing dick as it extended out from a dense patch of fur, its long upward curve perfectly bridging the 10-inch gap between us. “You don't need to know what just happened--not yet, anyway,” he said. “I'll explain that later. Right now, you just need to enjoy your body, and you need to embrace your hunger. Are you hungry, my little angel Michael?” I shivered at the slightest touch of his cockhead as it pressed against my stomach. “Yes. I am. But I don’t know what I’m hungry for.” “But let's be clear: you're hungry. Right, boy?” “Oh, yes.” “Do you want me to feed you?” I didn't hesitate. “Yes, please.” "C'mon then, angelboy,” he said, running his tongue along the fresh puncture wounds in my neck as he trailed a sharp fingernail down the line of my back. “We'd better do something about that appetite."

Who is into old/young sex? Shame I don't live alone but love to get involved. A group of hairy daddies, bears over 50s, and a few hot sexy guys under 35 get together for hot BB orgy. If anyone can arrange I am more happy to help out.

After a day at nudist beach staring at cock, in particular one large cock that kept getting hard each time I bent over in front of it and flashed the guy and his bf my ass tattoo, I was horny for a dark room again. Some friends had arrived on a flight from London and got to the beach just after lunchtime. We were staying in the same apartment complex so there were 4 of us on our balcony for post-beach drinks and for helping each other apply after-sun in those hard to reach crevices. One of the guys, Dan, is a good friend and occasional fuckbuddy, the other, Nate, neither I nor the bf had ever met before. Nate turned out to have a lovely big thick cock, which I discovered on the beach when I rubbed sun-block on his back and my hands wandered a little, first to his asshole then round the front. He didn’t complain and his cock swelled in my hand. It was all I could do to stop myself sucking him then and there on the sand in front of everyone – unfortunately the beach is mixed and there aren’t any hideaway spots for fun. So the 4 of us are back at the apartment, sitting on the balcony, drinking Sangria and chatting. Talk gets round to what we got up to last night so I tell them what the dark room at XXL and beach are like for cock. I’m sure it’ll be busier tonight I assure them. I get up to get the after-sun and my towel falls off, ooops, I quickly pick it up inadvertently sticking my ass in Nate’s face. He notices my ass tattoo straight away and pulls my cheeks apart for a closer look, sticking his finger up my hole in the process. That doesn’t touch the sides I say, come and stick something bigger up it in the bedroom. Nate follows me into the bedroom and we both strip off. He’s tall, dark hair, with a slim, hairless torso that’s well defined for someone who I find out later has never been to a gym and thinks they’re a waste of time. I get to work sucking his semi-hard cock, a nice mouthful with large bellend. It’s a shame he’d showered already as I bet it would have smelt well ripe after an early flight and a day getting sweaty on the beach. He reaches back and starts playing with my hole, licking his fingers and coating my hole in spit. He turns me around so my ass is sticking up in the air and starts rimming me, getting his tongue deep inside, slurping, sucking and chomping on my sticking out ass lips. You got condoms and lube he says. Arh, I don’t have either. I still need to find a sex shop to get lube and poppers, you’ll be fine with spit and you don’t need a condom I say, I’m clean and I want your spunk inside me. Turns out he has one long term fuckbud he barebacks and uses rubbers with everyone else. He’s obviously well horny and ready to cum so starts wanking, his bulbous cockhead hitting my asshole with each stroke. I reach back with both hands, stick first 2 then 3 fingers from each hand in either side of my hole and pull it apart for him. I can feel it gape wide open and I urge him not to waste a drop but get all his seed inside my cum hole. I can feel his jizz hit the sides of my hole as he jerks big wads of bollock juice into my wide open stretched cunt. He scoops up some dribble from around my hole and pushes it inside. He groans as I turn round and suck the remaining spunk off his still hard dripping thick cock. It tastes fucking fantastic. Welcome to Sitges I say, as I push a finger in my hole and feel his babies swimming around deep inside. I pull it out and lick my finger, savouring every sperm. My bf comes in for the aftersun and says you’re not getting cummed in already are you? Yeah, I reply, come and suck it out. Try as I might I never managed to persuade him to play with the loads I take, he’s just not that into jizz, oh well. We finish off our drinks, Dan and Nate go back to their room and we all have naps and meet up later for dinner, cleaned out, showered and ready for cock.

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a couple hits of 420 and my gag reflex is gone….

Day 2 - Morning Shane was awoken by the gentle caressing of a hand on his arse cheek, the sensation was amazing so he lay there and continued to pretend he was asleep, just to enjoy the innocence of the moment. He wasn't aware which of the lads was feeling him up, so he slowly opened his eyes and glanced at the body of the man he was spooning and it turned out to be Richard; letting him know that Corey was the one caressing his arse. He was loving every second of it, and as Corey's touching became more and more deliberate, his fingers began probing Shane's hole. Shane noticed the touching stopped momentarily, already feeling the loss and hunger for more. His ears alive now though, as he heard Corey spit onto his fingers and of course those spit covered digits returned to Shane's hole, causing a massive smile to return to Shane's face. Corey didn't waste anytime now, getting Shane's hole slick with the spit, inserting a couple of fingers, quickly followed by a third and then a fourth. Shane began moaning with delight, there was no way he could continue to conceal the pleasure he was experiencing in his fuck hole. He gently backed up against Corey's hand, trying to get his fingers deeper inside his hungry hole; a hole that swallowed Corey's fingers inside, working in the remnants of Richards Poz load left there just hours earlier. Corey leaned in closer to Shane's ear - whispering - you like that? You like me working my lovers Poz load into your hole? You're gonna remember us, and this trip forevermore. Tell me how much you want this, you need this. Tell me you're gonna spread our gift around Australia when you go home! Tell me cunt! Shane, now so turned on by this hot young mans Poz talk, instantly begs to be Poz, confirms his absolute desire to spread their DNA amongst the masses. He moves to his side ever so slightly to kiss Corey, being careful not to dislodge Corey's fingers from his fuck hole. The decision was made for him though, as Corey removed his four fingers and without hesitation put them into Shane's mouth, telling him to taste his lovers Poz load, telling Shane to taste his very own ass juices. Shane gobbled the slime down in an instant and as he delighted in pig heaven, the normally submissive bottom boy Corey pushed his hard 6 inch cock into Shane's relaxed hole. His motion instantly met by an oh yeah, fuck me, cum in my fucking hole you hot cunt! (From Shane). Richard was now beginning to awaken, and quickly realised what was happening - wasting no time in egging his lover on - repeating over and over - cream his hole babe, give our Aussie pig toy what he wants, wreck his cunt and blow your Poz juice in his worn out hole. So turned on, Corey didn't last long, shouting take it, take my charged cum, I'm filling you up with my dirty load you fucking hot slut! Once spent, Corey ripped his cock out of Shane's slick hole and instructed Richard to fuck his load in further. Like Richard needed an invitation, he quickly flipped Shane onto his back and began to pile drive his slimy hole with his large cock. Shane's eyes were rolling back, glassy and he was literally unable to talk - his ass lips wrapped snug around Richards hot cock. Corey now sat on Shane's face, allowing Shane to rim his hole out, while he leaned forward to suck on Shane's throbbing tool. Richard works over Shane's hole with his morning wood like an expert, deep, pronounced thrusts, stimulating Shane's prostate with each thrust. It wasn't long till Shane was blowing chunks into Corey's waiting and willing mouth, without spilling a drop Corey's vacuum mouth stored Shane's entire load, and without hesitation Corey moved up to kiss his boyfriend and share Shane's load with him in an intimate moment, Shane's cum being swapped in their mouths as Corey simultaneously started tweaking Richards nipples. With the sensations of Shane's hole wrapped around his cock, Corey playing with his nips and snowballing Shane's load with his boyfriend, Richard was put into overdrive and started pumping his Poz load into Shane's willing hole, slamming in deep, after a couple of thrusts he pulls his cock out and inserts three fingers into Shane's hole, and begins roughly scratching up Shane's insides. Once rewarded with some pinkish slime on his fingers he roughly slams his cock in again and works his seed into the open wounds he just created. While Shane lay there begging him - yeah man, make it take, please make it take. Still hard as a rock in Shane's hole, Richard collapses on top of Shane and kisses him passionately as Corey joins them, creating a wonderful 3 way kiss as their heart rates begin to normalise. Having jumped straight into fucking when he woke up, Richard was busting to piss, and decided to use Shane as his receptacle - slowly but surely his piss stream began to fill Shane as their kiss continued. Shane broke that kiss to say, yeah fucking hot, fill me with your hot dirty piss. All excited, Corey begged for Shane to release the piss and cum mixture over his smooth chest and abs - a request that simply couldn't be denied - so off they went to the bathroom where Corey sat in the shower basin and enjoyed the feeling of wearing a mixture of his and his lovers Poz cum and Richards piss and it flowed from Shane's battered, bloody and puffy hole. Shane summed it all up with a simple wow, just wow and the boys started a shower and finally the process of cleaning themselves of the previous nights sexual adventures could begin..

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From Part 1... "...I want to get my dick up in your ass and show you as much fun as you did for me! Besides, I want to show you the hot tub!” With an invitation like that, I could hardly say no! "Lead the way!" We went out onto the back patio. "Aren't you worried about the neighbors seeing you?" I asked, to which Tony replied "They can't see anything but my back fence." as he pointed out the bushes around the yard. We walked over to the hot tub, and there was someone already enjoying the bubbles. "This is Rick." Rick stood and water cascaded down his body, following the ripples of a body developed by blue collar work. "Howdy! I did not want to interrupt you guys much, so I waited out here." he said, extending his hand. Turning to Tony, Rick winked and asked, "Weren't you were planning to be on to your second project by now?" Tony replied, "Well, as you can see, I am not done with the first one yet. Want to help out?" We all chuckled and got settled into the bubbling hot tub. The jets were strong, the water hot but not uncomfortably so, and I felt my muscles beginning to relax. The hot water and bubbles helped the afterglow of our first encounter fan the flames for round 2. I asked Rick how he and Tony had met, and he said, "We have been playing with each other since we were in high school. Shoot, Tony was the first man to ever fuck me!" Rick got out of the hot tub and sat on the side, with his legs still in the water. "I have been in there a while, time to cool off before I overheat." His dick apparently had other ideas, as it was standing up and throbbing between his legs. "I think it is time for a taste of your cock, Rick." I said, standing up and taking Rick's cock in my mouth. Rick's cock had a really big head, at least 3 inches long, on the shaft of his 7 inch cut cock. Once again, I demonstrated my ability to hold my breath for a good long time, massaging Rick's cock with my throat muscles. As I was enjoying the sensations, I felt Tony behind me, rubbing his dick up and down the crack of my ass. He would rub a few times, then spit on my hole, then rub some more. Finally, he pulled his dick away and replaced it with his tongue, licking up and down the crack of my ass but not touching the hole. I pulled off Rick's dick, turned and said "Stick it in there, Tony!” thinking Tony's tongue would shortly after push its way in. Getting my attention back on Rick's dick, I took him into my throat and massaged some more. I felt something brushing my ass, and pulled my cheeks apart to expose my ass. Tony lined his dickhead up and entered, pushing straight in until I felt the hair on his nuts. It hurt a bit, but because my throat was stuffed with Rick's dick, I could not make a sound. Rick laced his hands behind my head and began to rock back and forth, moving his dick in and out a bit, pulling a bit further out each time and sliding back in, his nuts brushing my chin until he was fully fucking my throat, pulling back so his head was in my mouth and plunging back in. Rick and Tony found a rhythm where one dick was going in as the other was going out. My throat and ass were hot and juicy from being worked over by these 2 incredible men! Rick plunged in deep and stopped, and I could feel his head swelling. His hands dropped from behind my head as I felt the first spurt of his cum deep in my throat. He quickly pulled back so I could massage his head with my tongue and lips, and 4 more strong shots of his salty cum filled my mouth. I swallowed and he continued to dribble cum as I nursed his head. Finally, the sensation became too intense and he backed his dick out of my mouth. He squeezed the last drop onto his finger and fed it to Tony. "Whew! When you were working on my dick inside, you nearly had me ready to shoot a couple of times," Rick said, "You really know how to suck cock!" Now that my throat was clear, Tony slowed down his assault on my ass. He pulled out and turned me over on my back, with my ass hanging over the edge of the hot tub. Leaning down, he pulled my ass open and started licking his way toward my hole. He darted his tongue in and explored my ass, then withdrawing completely. He started licking back and forth across my ass, not quite touching my hole with his tongue but getting lots of spit on the sides. Meanwhile, Rick was not going to let my dick go unattended. He lay down and lowered his head, swallowing me down to my nuts in one move, and then the muscles in his throat contracted around me. Exquisite pressure, hot and wet, and to move a fraction of an inch brought ecstatic pleasure. This was shaping up to be the best blowjob anybody ever gave me. Between Tony's tongue working my ass and Rick's throat on my dick, I was reduced to groaning my expressions of pleasures, as words escaped me. Tony worked his tongue in my hole, teasing and then plunging deeply in. Rick backed off my dick and chuckled..."the blessing of no gag reflex, I guess." He took my dick back in his throat and started to move enthusiastically, moving his head so my cock was nearly out of his mouth, and then taking it into his throat again. Tony replaced his tongue with a finger, one and then 2, finally 3 stretching my ass open. I was pretty relaxed from the hot water and Tony's earlier fucking, so I was hot for more of Tony's dick. I was fully hard and Rick backed my dick out of his throat and started to play with my foreskin. He nibbled on it, stretched it over his tongue, twisted and twirled it with his tongue and lips and the feeling was incredible! Rick ran his tongue around the head of my dick, under the foreskin, and was enjoying my precum. His moves were slow and very pleasurable, and Tony decided it was time to increase my pleasure level even more. He removed the 3 fingers and replaced them with his dickhead. As it happened last time, Tony lined his dickhead up and entered, pushing straight in until I felt the hair on his nuts. This time, there was no resistance, no pain, only waves of pleasure from my ass and dick. Tony pulled completely out and plunged back in several times, giving me the full sensation of penetration, and then pulled back but left just the head of his cock in and slowly thrust back in. I groaned and raised my hips a bit, to take Tony's cock deeper. Tony pushed his ass back, pulled completely out, and gasped, "Damn! You have me just about over the edge!" I winked and said "What's stopping you?" Tony stuck his dick in my hole and fucked me with just the head for a bit, and he would throw in some slow and deep or hard and fast strokes, plunging in as deeply as he could get. Tony was long-dicking me but good, I was in heaven, and I could feel my load starting to build, so I pulled completely out of Rick's throat, putting my hands behind his head and saying "Get ready!" Pulling Rick's head back down over my dick and forcing it in to his throat was superb, and with Tony's head finding spots in my ass that had not been touched in a while, my load was building faster than I wanted it to. I held Rick's head down and resumed really short strokes deep in his throat, hoping to slow my orgasm down a bit. The sensation was great, and the pressure helped keep a lid on my load. Tony was just going wild in my ass, short strokes, long strokes, coming in from the sides, fucking down, fucking up, and I could feel his dick starting to get harder, his dickhead swelling, fucking like there was no tomorrow. My load was close, and Rick finally backed off my dick so he could get a breath. Swallowing my dick again, I got the flashes I always get just before the point of no return...and enjoyed the building rush, both from me and from Tony, as I came to the edge and leaped over. My dick shot one burst into Rick's throat, and he backed off for the rest, collecting it in his mouth. Pulsing, jumping and twitching, my cock continued to ooze for a while after it blasted off. Finally, Rick took his mouth off my dick and brought my load to share with Tony. They kissed and both swallowed, and then Tony just stopped fucking. He stood stock-still for a moment, his dick half-way in, and then he fucked like he was headed into the home stretch of a long race. Hard and fast, he pounded me, growling and snarling, until at last, he pulled out and shot his load. The first blast caught me on the chin, and the remaining made a path from my chest to my cock. Afterward, we touched, licked, and became more familiar with each other's bodies. I ran my fingers through Tony's thick hair, and my fingers came out dripping wet. Tony smiled, stood up and shook, and sweat fell off in drops for a good 10 seconds. Rick massaged my thighs for a while, then stood and stretched. "Why don't we go shower and cool off, relax a bit." Tony said, and he led the way to the shower. As we took turns rinsing the sweat off in a cool shower, I asked Rick if he was married. He said he was in a similar situation to Tony, though he did not get the first woman he slept with pregnant. He chuckled, and said "Tony's wife is the first woman I ever slept with."

Same here. I hate being poz., but love being a BB slut. It has been a real pain in the ass.

Yup being poz is not all it's cracked up to be. Remembering to take meds on time every day is a real bitch. Keeping a look out for any opportunistic infections. Another bitch is having to disclose my status every time then deal with a potential freak out and being made feel less than dirt. Seeing the look of horror on dentists faces alone should make you bug chasers think again. To guys wanting to convert, I say fuckin stop and think again. Understand the full repercussions of the decision to go poz. It's not to be snifed at.

A beautiful smooth 18/19 y.o. bug chaser, shackled into a sling.. I pump my neg seed into his hole then stand back and video him being seeded by a half dozen fat leathered up poz bikers..