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This is the first time I've ever posted. This story is true and, if you like it, I'll post more. It dates back to 2006 when I still lived in Manchester, UK and had visited a gay bathhouse there for the first time. Enjoy. I remember my first visit. I hadn't meant to take it raw. I'd always wanted it, but had never given in, too scared of the consequences. I was nervous even just entering the sauna. Terrified someone would see me and recognize me. That was scarier than taking it raw, I don't know why. Basement in Manchester is hidden down a backstreet, Tariff Street, in the city's Northern Quarter. You enter the building down some stairs and come to a door with a buzzer. My fingers were trembling, but I pressed it. There's a camera, so staff can see who's there in case... well, I'm not sure what it's there for - I imagine they let anyone in, in fact my later visits would confirm this. The clientele are a mix of young muscle pups, skinny queens, ageing queers and everything in between. When I walk down the stairs there's a desk and the tall, muscled man, fit with an 'I could fuck you three ways from Sunday and not be out of breath' grin on his face asks me if I'm a member. I'm not. I have to pay extra, but it's a one off payment and I'm here now anyway. What freaks me out more is that they take my picture and they want details: my name, my birthday - they have my picture. Fuck! I notice the walls and desks are crudely painted black, the countertop red - whore-red. He passes me a towel and I ask for poppers too. I can get fucked quite happily without poppers if the top starts off slow, but who wants to start slow? And anyway, I like the high. He hands me my locker key. I've read stories about saunas in America, but it's different in Britain - you don't get your own cubicle. It's more of a wandering free-for-all. I enter the door into the locker room and a couple of guys are getting changed, nude, taking their time, no inhibitions. I strip as quickly as possible and throw my towel around myself. I feel like people are staring at me. I'm 23, 5'9", slim, toned, nice big arse and I'm hairy - I'm not ashamed to say it. I hate all of the prepubescent shaving shit. I'm hairy - fuck it. I've had guys ask me to shave my hole before. Fuck right off. Men are supposed to have hair - real men, that is. With my head down, I walk through the locker room, gripping my towel firmly around myself with one hand and my poppers in the other - I've already taken the plastic wrapper off - I don't want that to spoil a moment, should any occur. On my left there's a darkened passage leading to somewhere I can't see, on my right there's a Jacuzzi, showers and toilets and at the end of the corridor is a seated TV area where you can buy drinks etc. I wasn't here for that. I turned left. In the darkness I can only see shapes in white towels, forms passing me, stroking me, brushing against me, but I'm too nervous to stop and reciprocate. I keep walking. There's rows and rows of cubicles, doors hanging open, some closed, some empty, some with guys doing... Well, you know what they're doing. It's my first time in a sauna - I want to scout the place out first. See what it's all about, so I do a lap of the facilities, head still down. There's a sling, gloryholes, a cage, a darkroom, a porn room and loads more cubicles. I focus on the darkroom. I've never been bothered about looks. Yes, we all like attractive men, I myself am a good looking guy - boy next door type, no model, but I'd turn your head a little if I'd made an effort that day. I just like men. I don't care about age, colour, size, etc. For some reason I've always felt ashamed of that when with friends so I've never admitted it. I didn't need to admit to anything in the darkroom. I walk in and I'm blind. My eyes take forever to adjust and I can still only see towels hanging from silhouettes and hear anonymous moaning from the corners. I feel a swarm of hands feeling over me and I panic - it's too much. Fuck. What's a nice boy like me doing here anyway. I brush them away and leave the room. After a while I get cruised in the corridors and I accept an invitation from a guy, late thirties I guess, tall, dark hair, ok looking. We fuck and kiss, but it's a cold mechanical fuck and he can't kiss, one of those tongues that darts in and out really quickly - it's not good. He seems way more into it than me, but it gets me horned up and after a good sniff of poppers o just lay on my stomach and let him hammer away until he's done. He wears a condom throughout and he's careful when he pulls out to slide it off gently and put it in the bin, then he slaps my arse, kisses me and says thanks, before leaving. I'm less than satisfied. After a fumble in the gloryhole-cabins, I head back over to the darkroom, a bit more courage now that I've had a bit of cock and I'm seriously in need of more. I feel around, groping for he first cock I can find - nice and thick with a really bulbous bellend. It tastes of lube but that only occurs to me later. I feel hands from behind me, groping for my cock and arse and this time I don't stop them. I sniff my poppers as they continue to explore and I slide my mouth up and down on the thick meat in front of me, now oozing precum and dribbling with my spit. I hear spitting and feel wet fingers probing me but I let it happen, why wouldn't I? Eventually my towel drops from my waist and I fumble for it, throwing it over my shoulder. Fingers are deep inside me now and I can hear whoever is behind me sniffing poppers and groaning to himself. More fingers enter until there's 3, maybe 4 from two hands, the poppers are blurring it now and the guy on the end of the cock I'm eating is moaning louder and louder. I feel him swell and the fingers in my cunt slide more smoothly as one, in and out and I'm in ecstasy, when the meat in my mouth explodes and I lick, drink and suck every last drop like its my last meal. As he moves away, I lean forward, hands against the wall and I realise that it's not fingers now, it's cock. Raw cock. There's no condom, just skin on skin. My fingers stay at my hole feeling it slide in and out and hearing him moan and it's amazing, but I know I should stop it. I get worried he might cum. Inside me. Cum. Inside me. I panic and I lean forward so he falls out of me, but he continues to try and reenter and begins to grow forceful. I push him away and in a hurry, embarrassed and worried, I leave the room and head for the showers. I wander around for a while before trying the darkroom again. Within seconds I'm sucking another cock, pierced and it's all I can do to keep my teeth in tact as he plunges it in and out of my throat. And then suddenly I feel hands again at my hole and before I know it he's guiding his cock in. I'm still concentrating on making sure I keep all my teeth and the guys behind me is just forcing his way in - it's the same guy from earlier. I don't know how I know, I just do. Same cock. Same guy. And I can feel him in there raw. It stings as there's been no introduction, just whacked it straight up inside me. The guy I'm sucking grabs my shoulder and the back of my head and I can't move as he fucks my face aggressively and deeply. I hear the guy behind me shuffle forward as he enters me balls deep and begins to hammer away quickly. I know what he's doing. He's determined to cum inside me. I edge forward, as much as I can without choking, but he follows, slamming my cunt until my natural juices flow and I'm dripping. They're both groaning now and both getting faster and I'm stuck, bent over awkwardly, I want to stand up, but I can't. The guy behind me finishes first, thrusting himself as deep as possible and gripping my waist to pull me closer . He's making sure I've got it all. As he pulls out the guy in my mouth cums and I suck and drink up - it'd be rude not to. Fuck. I feel my arse, fingering it a little and sniffing my fingers, sticky and pungent. Cum. Fuck. Panic takes over again. Fuck. I don't even know who he is. I don't even know what he looks like. I literally don't know a thing about him. As I stumble out of the darkroom, a little unsteady on my feet from poppers and being bent over in the dark, several guys eye me as I come out - was it one of them? If so, they don't give themselves up. I head to the showers and clean myself up. It's done. I've got a stranger's raw load inside me. There's no going back. I dry myself off and walk through the corridors, my head still low. Do any of them know what I've just done? I throw my towel on to the plastic mattress in a cubicle and climb in and lay face down. Fuck it. It's not long before I hear my cabin door creak and then close, the bolt sliding it shit. Locked. I stay face down. It could be anyone. God only know what they want, but I wait face down and don't move, trying to stifle my breathing. I can feel myself tremble a little as a firm m, warm hand grips my buttocks and slides about my arse. I can tell that he's wanting with his other hand. He fingers my hole, still wet, ready lubed. He uses his thumb and forefinger to stretch it a little and rub it in all the right places. Then he stands up and moves forward. I don't want to see him. If I see him, it's real. Glue grips my hair and turns me to face him, sliding his cock straight into my mouth. It's semi hard. Shaven, cold like it's just been washed, but tastes fresh enough. I can't resists a glance up, but I can't make much out from the angle I'm at. I suck him until he's hard, relishing his cock like the good slut I'm becoming. He leans over while I continue, fingering me and pulling at my hole, before pulling away. He spits on my cunt and I can feel him dribbling more saliva on there too. He rubs his cock against my arse like he expects me to pull away, or tell him to put on a rubber. I should, but I don't. 'I'll let him play a little,' I think, 'then I'll tell him to put a condom on.' He takes my lack of reaction as the go ahead and slides himself in me bareback, groaning and relaxing as he moves every once deep into my cunt. I take a few big sniffs of poppers, lay my head on my towel, hands limp by my side and just lay there as he goes to work. He's hot and sweaty and I feel it dripping on me. It's disgusting, but it makes me hard and I want more. He leans with both hands on the small of my back as he works my arse. Sliding smoothly and rhythmically in and out, never quite withdrawing completely, he fucks me like he owns me and I let him. I don't move, save to take more poppers - I simply lay and groan. I feel him getting faster and faster and he presses harder on the small of my back, which makes me arch my back and lift my head. He's really pounding me now - he doesn't care what I feel. I hit the poppers again and he cums, panting, groaning, spurting his jizz in to my gut. He slows to a halt and stays there for a moment, before collapsing in me, for one me down, his sweat slick along my back and I feel for a moment like I can't breathe. As I start to push up his cock slips out and he climbs off me. I breathe deeply trying to clear my head from the poppers and he unlocks the door and leaves. I just lay there. My body is still, but I'm fraying on the inside. I'm coming apart. What have I done? I begin to rationalise. It's only two guys. You don't do it often. What are the chances of catching something? Questions flood my mind and I try to play them down but before I can address all of them another hand is crawling over me. I feel his towel, damp and heavy, drop across my feet and he climbs onto the mattress,'forcing my legs apart to make room. His fingers find my hole immediately and within seconds his short fat cock is in my and I can feel his beer gut leaning on my as he thrusts crudely, I gratefully into my sloppy hole. It doesn't take him long before he's done and he leaves. For some reason I'm hard again. I have the cum of three complete strangers, none of whom I've even seen, swimming around inside me and my 7" cock is solid, pressed hard against the now sweaty plastic wrapped foam mattress. 'I'll give it another minute,' I think, the. I'll go home. But it doesn't take that long for people to come in. I'm still lying flat, my head turned to face the wall. There are at least two of them. One immediately turns me to suck his cock. His body is tan, smooth and I can see tattoos and pierced nipples, a shaved head and a weathered face that doesn't give a shit. His cock is bound by a thick metal ring and I eat it like my life depends on it. The other guy(s) (I'm still not sure if it's one or two) play with my arse and I feel warm breath on my arse as a tongue begins to play me. I writhe in pleasure. My entire body feels electric. I don't know what they look like. I have no clue who they are. But in that moment I want both of them, all of each of them, on me, in me - I just want them. They swap places but the guy whose cock I've been sucking doesn't rim me. Instead he straddles me and pushes my legs together so he's either side of me. He pressed his bare cock to my hole and slides in slowly. The cum inside me is beginning to dry and my insides are a little tacky - he sort of kissers further inside me, letting out a relaxed grunt as his balls halt him from going further. I'm still going to town on his friends veiny meat, I shaved with pubes bouncing off my chin and tickling me, but I don't care, I want him pubes and all. After fucking me for a few minutes, he pulls out and slaps my arse with his cock and I feel his hands lift my hips so that I'm brought up on all fours, but carefully so as the cock I'm sucking doesn't spill out of my mouth. I feel the guy behind me sit up, levelling his cock to my cunt and then he begins. He thrusts inside me so deeply and with such rhythm that I can't tell if it's the most amazing thing I've ever felt or if it's hurting me but there's no time to think. The cock in my mouth is dripping precum and I lap it up, licking his balls and sack and the gap between his thighs and enjoying the fact that the cock couldn't possibly be any harder - it's solid. He mimics the other guy's earlier actions and takes it out of my mouth, slapping me on the cheek with it. The other guys pounds away until he ruts up high inside me, gripping the flesh around my buttocks so tightly that it hurts and he lurches forward making me feel as though I can taste his cock too. I have nowhere to go. While they swap places again, the guy who's just cum lets me clean him off - less lets me, more makes me, but I do it - it seems like I have to. It's not long before his friend cums and the pair of them leave, thanking me and laughing to themselves. I took many loads that day. I've been back many times since too. Let me know if you like and I'll post some more

I found him on BBRT. He was 22. I was 24. He was Latin, uncut, said he was poz. My status said, "Ask Me." I had been barebacking for a while: in the sauna at the gym, in the bathroom at Splash, in the back room at underwear parties around town. That Wednesday, I was horny after working out at the gym, and I pulled out my phone in the locker room before going to the steam room. Scruff is a great app. He had a hairy chest and a great uncut dick. I unlocked. Put my phone away, tried to get blown in the steam room but failed. Showered. He had messaged back, unlocked, and given me the address. "I'm poz, not on meds. I don't pull out. If you want it, come." I put on my sweaty gym clothes instead of my work clothes and walked to the address. I rang the buzzer, but didn't expect an answer. But he buzzed. The door pushed open. Was I really doing this? I felt my ass throbbing, and my cock started to get hard in my pants as I walked up the four flights of stairs. By the time I got to his apartment, it was swinging between my legs--perfect for when I was going to be the poz top breeding some new neg bottom. But for now it was me. I was going to get pozzed. I felt the precum oozing out just thinking of it. I started to knock on the door but it was already open. I pushed it open, walked in, and locked it behind me. As I passed the kitchen, a glass was on the counter. "It's G. Drink it," he ordered. I drank it. "Go bend over and show me your ass while the G hits you." I complied. I got on my knees on the carpet in broad daylight, and after a few minutes I felt my head swimming and my desire for cum was boiling up even more insistently. Then he pulled down my workout pants and started licking my hole. I moaned uncontrollably. "How does that feel, bitch?" "Great" I said honestly. He started eating me out masterfully, licking, biting, driving his tongue into my freshly-showered ass. Then I felt it. His rock-hard dick, slick with precum, no condom, full foreskin. He just pushed in. It didn't take long. He shoved in for a few strokes. "Damn, you're hot, bitch" he said. He fucked me for less than a minute. Then I heard him grunt, he stiffened, and I felt his dick get slick as he pistoned in and out. He held it inside me for a minute, then he softened and fell out. "Go on PrEP if you want. If you don't, you're poz now, whore. Get out of my house, chaser." He walked away, closed his bathroom door, and left me alone. I fingered the cum that leaked out of my ass, then went home to decide if I wanted to do PrEP or not. I decided not to. He blocked me. I never saw him again, but my next test result was poz. I jerk off to this memory a lot.

Part 1. The house next door had finally been sold and the new neighbours were moving in today. Being the curious neighbour that I am I made sure that I was outside in the garden when they arrived with the moving van to start moving in. They arrived around 10am. The new neighbours were youngish – in their early thirties I would have to guess – just a couple. No kids. No pets. As they were walking up to their front door, I gave a quick wave and smile which the woman acknowledged in a similar way. They were obviously distracted with the business of moving house and I let them get to it. I had seen what I had wanted to see – after years of elderly retired neighbours, I was finally getting some younger people next door. The following weekend I was watering the garden, I heard a woman’s voice over the fence “Hi there! How are you?” It was the new neighbour. “I’m fine, how are you settling in?” I replied She was not an unattractive woman, seemingly of greek heritage. Her voice however was shrlll and nasal. “Oh you know, still unpacking boxes and packing things away – but we are almost done. How is the neighbourhood here? Is it peaceful – any problems?” “It’s pretty quiet - no issues” As we were talking a pick up van pulled up into the drive way – emblazoned on the side was the words “The Scottish Handyman”. I assumed this was some contrsactor coming to do work on the house. I montioned to the van “Looks like you have a visitor” I said. “Oh no – that’s my husband” she smiled The door of the van opened and a tall well-built man with short, cropped, blond hair stepped out. “Donal!” the woman yelled “Come meet our new neighbour!” The man walked over – his gait was strong and confident – his face warm and yet slight worn – ruggedly handsome was a phrase that seemed to created just for him. “Pleased to meet you” he said. His voice masked by a thick Scottish accent “Likewise” I said – after doing usual cursory inspection – checking out his crotch for any signs of bulge, moving up to the chest and arms and then up to the face. He was overall an impressive specimen of manhood – Rugged – muscular and tall – all tied together with that accent. “I leave you guys to finish off unpacking – but if you need anything, I’m right next door” “Thanks” said Donal as his wife smiled at me I let my eyes linger on him a bit longer than I should have before I became self-conscious of my own stare. His wife was already on her way back inside and just as I was about to turn, he gave me a quick smile and a wink. I quickly turned and went back inside before my red face gave me away completely! Over the next couple of weeks it became clear that all was not well next door. There were often arguments which mainly consisted of the wife’s shrill, nasal voice reprimanding Donal for something menial that he done wrong. Doors would slam. Car engines would rev and then fade away. I felt sorry for Donal. His wife’s voice was enough to break glass! She was over poweringly loud and nasal. One Saturday afternoon, there was a knock at my door. When I opened it, Donal was standing there. “Hi neighbour” he said with his thick brougue . “Hello to you too” I answered. “Sorry to bother you, but do you mind if I ask you something?” “Sure, go ahead” “You are gay, right?” I was a little shocked at the question but answered “yeah, I am” somewhat hesitantly. No sooner had the words left my mouth then he grabbed my shirt, pulled my face up to his and proceeded to kiss me, forcefully! I took a step back and somewhat unwilling removed his lips from mine “What the fuck! Donal! What are you doing??” “Sorry – it’s just that my wife hasn’t let me fuck her for weeks and I am so fucking horny …and I saw how you looked at me when we met…..” “yes……and?” “I want to fuck you!” “What??” Donal stepped inside the door and closed it behind him. “I want to fuck you” he repeated – slowing walking towards me – as I moved slowly backwards until I met the wall and could retreat no further. He placed his hands on either side of my head, his hard body now pressing up against me and once again put his lips to mine. My resistance quickly fell away.

Third post. This one a little more recent. It happened two years ago in May, just as the weather was getting nice and warm. Now, I've not exactly lived a sheltered life, but London is new to me, I still feel it's new after being here a while. I knew there were famous cruising grounds, but I didn't know anything about them and, living up north for so long, I'd no clue just as to how 'active' these spots were in the right conditions. I'd heard of Hampstead Heath, but I now know just how big London is and how long it can take to get to the other side. I was staying with a friend when, one Saturday night (I figured this would be the busiest time and from what I read on Squirt, I was right), I said I was off to meet colleagues for a drink. I left the house at about 9:30pm, jumped in the car and put my sat nav on. It took me through several boroughs and then central London until I eventually came out on to a large main road - the drive had taken about an hour. I'd never been here before and it took me a while to get my bearings. I was shaking I was so nervous - I'd never really been cruising properly before. I had only caught sight of some small pictures on Squirt as to what the location looked like. My marker was the Jack Straws Castle - I assume it's a pub, but as i've never been in, I'm not 100% - could have been turned in to flats like everywhere else by now - not sure. Parking in London can be a nightmare, permit zones etc. and the signs never make sense to me. It was about 10:45pm on a Saturday night now. I decided to take a risk and just park on the same road - there were no double yellow lines and it was fairly deserted. I figured this was my only chance and the road was empty. I'd showered and douched before hand, I brought mouthwash and chewing gum with me along wth baby wipes, poppers - my fuck kit, just in case. I left everything in the car though, save for the poppers. The wall on the road I'd parked on was high and it ran all the way from just after the pub until it disappeared in to darkness at the other end of the road. I had my phone out and had logged in to squirt. I followed the instructions. By the pub was a small car park - sealed off, walk down it and down the hill on to the path and you're in the heath. There were some vague instructions to find the busiest spot, but I knew what I was after - the fuck tree. I'd read about this - A large tree that appeared fallen, though I think it's still alive, which lies horizontally, or has grown so, and is perfect for bending over and waiting. As soon as I got on to the path, I saw guys everywhere, standing around, walking about, giving me a quick, subtle flick of their head as if to say 'wanna fuck?' I did. But I needed a look about first. I'm walking down the path and a fit black guy, seriously hot, approached me walking in the opposite direction. We stop and chat and then within seconds we're kissing and man, can he kiss. We have a grope, but he tells me he's had his fun and is heading home. I'm disappointed, but as he leaves and I look around I can see there's no reason to be. I continue down the path and it curves round to the left. i meet a guy about my age, backpack on, flirting and we start playing. He fucks me up against a tree on the path, he says he's in me raw, but I'm not convinced and every time I try and check he brushes my hand away. He takes quite a while to cum and it's not that much fun, but I let him because that's why I'm here. You have to see the bigger picture. When he leaves, another guy passes and I stop him and talk to him - I ask him if he knows where the mythological fuck tree is and he smiles. He points in to the woods and tells me to stay on the trail, look out for a bin on the right and then there's a small clearing to the right with another bin and that's where the tree is. I'm only half listening to his directions as he rambles on and I'm still nervous. I follow the trail down but it goes on for a bit and i haven't really seen any guys for a while - I begin to worry I'm lost and I know I have absolutely NO sense of direction - none at all. I stop a passing guy, first i've seen in a while, and he assures me I should keep going, so I do. I see the bin on the right of the path and there's a couple of guys by it, smoking. They ignore me, but I take a good look - muscle daddies, hot and I see that they're smoking cigars - even hotter. Behind them there's another rubbish bin and next to it a large fallen tree with about seven or eight guys stood around it, all groping themselves, but not interacting with each other - why does this always happen? Commit yourselves, for fuck's sake! I walk around the tree. They're watching me, which makes me even more nervous and, despite the warm night air, I feel cool and tremble a little. I've worn denim shorts, button-fly and I loosen them and drop them to the ground revealing my jocked arse. I lean over the tree, sniff my poppers and stare at the ground. I don't need to see. It's better if I don't. It's actually my preference. One by one they start to move closer and I feel hands on me. A cock slips in my mouth and I ravish it, another slides in to me, there's no questions or mentions of rubbers, just assumptions that it'll be raw - that's fine. That's really fine. I sniff my poppers, suck cock and just relax as the tree bears my weight and I take raw cock after raw cock. I lose count after eight, but I know i'm pushing in to double figures. They're queueing to use me and each one of them gets their turn. One of them, a biker guy in a jock and leather jacket comes back, his jock hidden beneath trackies, I know because I reach back to feel him. He's obviously taking a load or two too. Eventually I look at my watch and it's pushing towards 1:30am. I'm not working on the Sunday, so I'm in no hurry to get home, but I am conscious of the fact that it'll take me an hour to drive. As he cums inside me for a second time, at least, my hole is aching a little, not knowing whether to stay slack and open, gaping or whether to bother to tense back up and try to regain its normal shape. It doesn't get much time to move. A tall black guy, seriously dark skin, which I love, something about the contrast on my pale white skin, enters me - he's huge and although his cock is clearly hard, it's so thick that there's almost a layer of puppy fat around it, softening it's feel - does that make sense? fucking horny. Now, I'm not being racist, at least I hope I'm not, and this has not proven to be true for every black guy that's fucked me, and i've had a few, but something about some black guys seems to give them better hip movement, smoother, a more rounded motion that's pleasing to my cunt, not to mention there's that smell of black sweat, which turns me on no end. He spends some time working my cunt, when another bottom appears next to me on the tree. I'm not worried. He's cute enough, maybe a few years younger than me and his arse is hairless, cute though. I know some guys prefer smooth and it looks natural - I don't think he's shaved it. Still, I know I offer something that guys who love it, love - I figure there's enough to go round and the black guy pulls out and double dips in to the other bottom's cunt. He moves between the two of us, my cunt then his and back and forth - I make sure I get the load. And I turn around to see him. He's really tall with big, full lips, another feature on many black guys I just can't get enough of and we spend sometime just kissing, his cock growing hard again, before he fucks me one last time and then leaves. It's gone 2am now and I notice that the woods have grown much quieter. I get a little worried. There's no one around the fuck tree and I can only vaguely remember the directions back to the path. I start the route back, hoisting my shorts back up - my knees blackened and sore from pressing against the tree. My arse aches but in the best of ways and I'm literally dripping, but my fatigued muscles can't find the strength to contract and I can feel the spunk oozing out of me, dribbling down my legs and dampening my shorts. As I'm walking back up the path, I bump in to the other bottom and we compliment each other on our arses - we deserve it, we've worked hard tonight. He sees me safely back to the path and i walk back to the car with so many loads of stangers' jizz that half of London could have emptied their balls in to me and i still wouldn't recognise their faces or know who they were. I love that, walking down the street and not knowing if the guy passing me has cum inside me - so fucking hot. I get back in the car and begin the drive home. as I'm in Camden, North London, I'm slowing for a red light and an asian guy walking towards me stares at me and I stare back. I think he's cruising me, so as if it's an instant reflex, I hit my indicator and pull left in to a side street - I see him in my mirrors stop and watch me and as I park up, I hope he's coming to meet me. I don't know if my arse can take another cock but I'm sure as fuck going to try. Then it occurs to me - this is London - he could just as well be on his way to shoot or stab me, mug me even, let alone fuck me. But as he comes aorund the corner and smiles at me I know that's not the case. I lock the car and we walk down the street, further in to darkness until a back street opens up behind the main road i'd been driving down and we slip in to it together, kissing and groping. I turn my back to him and drop my shorts and he feels my arse, soaking. I hear him sniffing his fingers and then I hear him snort or laugh, I can't quite tell which. The streets seem empty, but it's Saturday night and neither of us wants attention. I'm sure i can feel him grinning behind me as he puts the head of his cock to my hole and wanks a little to get hard. He slides inside me, pushing my face in to the brick wall and fucks me roughly, pulling my hips out so i'm crouching a little. He fucks me hard and fast, his cock probably about 6" but he's circumcised, as so many asian guys are and his cock is thicker in the middle, which I love - nice for teasing and stretching your hole. He pounds my slick cunt, and i feel more cum dripping out of me. I almost want him to stop - I want to keep the cum, but i'm past that now and i want his fresh load and then before I know it I can feel his breath on my neck as he thrusts and bucks, jerking involuntarily as he unloads inside me, zips up and disappears without a word. I head back to the car and drive home. I fucking love London.

Part 2 At dinner that night I sat there, ghostly pale, my stomach in knots. I could barely eat. I was sure the others could tell I had sinned so greatly. I was sure they could see the devil standing over me. "Are you not feeling well Jacob?" was all my mother asked. I just told her I wasn't and wanted to go to bed early. I went upstairs and brushed my teeth extra long, trying to wash away the lingering taste of Mr. Jackson's sperm. That night, as I lay in bed next to my brother, I couldn't sleep. My thoughts were filled with that big black dick, he had called it a dick, in my mouth, ejaculating down my throat. I had liked it, and secretly wanted more. And I had a feeling I would get that and lots more, like those pictures in the magazines. The next day, Mr. Jackson came over to talk to my parents. I tried to eavesdrop on their conversation, but my siblings made it impossible. After he left, my father came to tell me about the visit. "Jacob," he began, "Mr. Jackson needs some help for a few weeks on a cabin he's building in the mountains. He's offered to pay a nice sum for your services, and I think the work and time in God's nature will do you good." I secretly shivered when he said "services" because I could only imagine what those would entail. But I could not disagree with my father. So the next day I was packed with a few changes of clothes, my work boots, and a bible and hopped into Mr. Jackson's truck and off we went. I looked back at my family as they waved me off into a future none of them could imagine. "That was easier than I could have ever hoped!" Mr. Jackson laughed as we drove away into the unknown. We didn't talk much on the way, I just sat there trying to imagine what the next few weeks would bring. It was only a couple hours to the cabin, and we arrived mid-afternoon. As I reached for my bag in the back, Mr. Jackson said "leave it boy, you won't need nothing in there except your boots. Grab those other bags and follow me." I did as told and we went into the cabin, the door locking behind me. "Strip boy!" He commanded me. I stood there nervously, not moving. Mr. Jackson raised his hand and slapped me hard across the face. "I SAID STRIP!" I quickly shed my clothes, trembeling as I realized there was no one around to help me. As I pulled my clothing off, Mr. Jackson was pulling items out of the bags. Various strange looking things, most of them in black leather. "Now stand at attention boy! I want to inspect my property." I stood there, arms at my side while Mr. Jackson looked me over. I stood 5'8", a little shorter than his 6ft. I had a pale, thin body from too much time indoors praying instead of playing. My legs were covered in dark hair, and I had a little on my chest which ran down my stomach into dense, bushy pubes. The crack of my buttocks was also quite hairy, as well as my armpits. "Not bad boy," Mr. Jackson sneered. I like my white bitches skinny. We'll take care of the smooth part next." With that he pulled out a bottle of something orange and told me to drink it. It tasted kind of funny, but I was thirsty and drank it all down. Soon I was feeling really warm and mellow. And my dick was rock hard. Mr. Jackson had pulled out some clippers and went to work shaving my body. Soon there was nothing but stubble covering me. He then took a bowl of hot water and a razor and shaved the rest of me totally smooth. The hair on my head was the only thing left. And I have to admit the feelings of his hands all over my body made me tingle everywhere, especially my rock hard penis that stood straight up the whole time. Mr. Jackson stepped back when he was done to look at me. "Very nice boy! Now you look like your about 13, naked and smooth with your little boy cock sticking up. What is it, about 5"? Certainly not a real man's cock." I blushed as he commented on my body, feeling shame at my nakedness. "But now the real fun can begin!" He put leather straps around my wrists and ankles, and a collar around my neck. Then without warning I felt a body wracking jolt around my neck. I screamed and dropped to the floor as I jerked and spasmed. "That's a shock collar boy, to keep you in line. And just know, that was only half voltage! So don't even THINK of escape!" I softly whimpered and prayed to Jesus to save me from my plight. "I told you who you would pray to now boy!" Mr. Jackson said as he kicked me in my stomach. "Jesus can't help you now!" With that, he pulled out a small case and sat down on my chest, pinning me down. He wrapped a rubber tube around my arm and said "hold still boy if you don't want to get hurt! I've learned this is the quickest way to turn bitches like you into nasty chem sluts!" I had no idea what was about to happen when I felt a slight prick in my arm, then he released the band on my arm. WHAM!! A force flew through my body unlike anything I could ever imagine. It was like God himself had entered me. My lungs seized up and I started a coughing fit. Mr. Jackson just stood up and went out side, returning with my bible. As the coughing subsided, he pulled me up and over his knee and started to beat my buttocks as hard as he could with Gods words. Over and over he paddled me, an intense warm feeling increasing all over my body. Then he threw me over the arm of the sofa and moved back between my legs, tossing the bible into my hands. I could hear him spit several times then I felt something pushing against my anus. "I gonna rip you open bitch!" Mr. Jackson yelled. "I'm gonna make you my slut! Your cunt is gonna bleed for me!" With that, he pushed as hard as he could and his penis popped into me. I screamed like I've never screamed before. It was as if the devil himself was raping me. "Scream bitch! I love it! Scream, cry, pray to be saved! There is no one to hear you! Not even your god!" With that he slid his dick all the way into me and I howled as I clutched my bible. "PLEASE GOD! HELP YOUR POOR SERVANT!" I cried as Mr.Jackson started to plow in and out of me. Tears flowed from my eyes onto my bible as I prayed and prayed to be delivered from Sarah Palin. Mr. Jackson just laughed while he continued his rape. Slowly the pain started to subside, and a new feeling replace it. A good feeling. "That's right boy," he said, noticing the change in me."you know what God made you for. To please men. Your my property now boy. That's your cunt I'm fucking. Its going to learn to take lots of Cocks in it! Your going to be my little chem whore!" I just moaned and buried my face into the couch, accepting my fate. Mr. Jackson continued to debase me before finally yelling, "oh yea! Take it boy! I'm breeding you bitch! Take my cum now!" I could feel his cock pulsing deep inside me, and I knew at that moment I would never be the same. God, or the devil, it didn't matter. I would serve Mr. Jackson. He pulled out of my throbbing hole and grabbed my hair. I could see a messy mix of blood, cum, and shit covering his half hard cock. I didn't care. He shoved it in my mouth and like a demented whore I sucked everything off. When it was clean, he pushed me onto the floor and stood over me. "Jerk off whore!" He ordered me as he let loose with a load of piss. I grabbed my cock and furiously beat it, quickly shooting my sperm all over me while he showered me in piss. "I baptize you Jacob. I baptize you into your new life as a piggy chem whore." I just opened my mouth and accepted my new gods gift.

My name is Jacob. I grew up in a very strict evangelical Christian family. We attented church twice a week, had bible study every night at home, and believed sex was only in marriage for procreation. That's why we had 9 kids in our family. I was number 5. We lived in a small house with no privacy. All the boy's shared one room, all the girls another. So needless to say not only was masturbation a sin, it was near impossible to find a place to do it. But teenage hormones always find a way. I had mastered the art of silently rubbing myself off late at night, cumming into my hand then licking it clean to leave no telltale sign of my disobedience. Disobedience was a severely punishable crime. After God, Father and Mother reigned supreme, and any fractions were dealt with swiftly and severely. This most often consisted of a switch to the palms, or bare buttocks. I remember once my older brother Elijah was caught touching himself and Father made him strip naked in front of us boys and bend over, grabbing his ankles while his buttocks were administered with 39 lashes, the same number Jesus endured. He had to say "I am a sinner, I deserve this, Thank you Lord Jesus" after every strike on his flesh. All I could focus on was his exposed anus and his testicles and penis hanging down, all covered in light hair, such as I was sprouting at the time. I felt my own penis getting hard as I stared at my naked brothers private parts. But like I said, hormones drive teenage boys to take risks. I was 15 when I discovered I could sneak into my neighbor's garage while he was away at work and have a much more satisfying masturbation session that I could late at night in my room. Here, I had privacy and could strip naked and enjoy my body without fear of getting caught. Or so I thought. I had been enjoying Mr. Jackson's garage for several years, when one day there was a new development. I had snuck in as usual and started dropping my trousers when something caught my eye. On a shelf were some magazines. And not just any magazines, they were sex magazines. GAY sex magazines! Even more sinful than unmarried men and women! My blood ran cold knowing the devil was tempting me beyond my youthful masturbation, but I couldn't look away. I was transfixed at the images. I had of course heard of the evils of homosexual sex, but had never seen it. And here it was staring me in the face. And my penis had never been harder! I had barely touched myself when I ejaculated a mighty load all over Mr. Jackson's magazines and garage floor. I panicked at the thought of leaving evidence of my tresspassing and frantically licked my sperm off the magazines as best I could before replacing them as I found them. I pulled up my trousers and quickly went home, forgetting about what I left on the floor. A couple of days later, I returned to find the magazines again. This time I looked through more of them as I delicately stroked my penis until I orgasmed into my hand and cleaned up the evidence. I was hooked. The devil had his claws in me, and that night I prayed and prayed to God to save my soul. But I was too far gone with my interest in those magazines. Several weeks went by, with me there almost every day, falling deeper into the devil's trap. Then it happened. I was laying naked on Mr. Jackson's garage floor, stroking my penis, and I heard it. The door to the house opened and there I was, caught red handed. I didn't realize Mr. Jackson was home that day and I was caught hook, line, and sinker. I froze in terror, unable to move. Mr. Jackson just looked down at my naked body and smiled an evil smile. "Well, well, well," he snickered. "So it's you Jacob. I was wondering which boy had been sneaking over here. Looks like I caught me a tresspasser." As he said this he aimed his phone at me and snapped a couple pictures. "How old are you now boy?" he asked me. "18 now Sir." I was barely able to get out. "Perfect." he said as he snapped another picture. "Now what would your parents say if I told them about this and showed them these pictures?" "Please Sir!" I begged, tears running down my face. "Please don't tell them. I will be condemned." "You already are boy. Your mine now." He laughed as he stared down at me. Mr. Jackson was an older black man, with a short greying beard and a bit of a pot belly. He started unbuttoning his pants as he said, "I know you're a faggot Jacob. I know you've been looking at those magazines as you jerk off. Well boy, now I own you, and if you want to keep this private, you'll do as I say!" With that he pulled out his big, black dick which was already rock hard. I knew what he wanted me to do. I had now seen dozens of pictures of men sucking each others penises. I was about to do the same. "Meet your new friend, Kahn." he said as he grabbed my hair and pulled me up. "Open up faggot!" My mouth spread apart as the tears ran down my face. Without ceremony he pushed his penis into my open mouth and started ramming it in and out. I struggled and gagged, choking on it as he held my hair, pulling my head back and forth, taking more pictures of my first oral sex. "Suck it you self righteous little whore. You're my whore now! God can't save you. You'll learn to worship and pray at your new god. You'll do anything I tell you, and learn to beg for it!" With that he started ejaculating down my throat, pumping his sperm down into my belly. When he was done he pushed me back down to the ground, smiling at my rock hard teen dick. "Jerk it boy!" He ordered me. I just grabbed it and started to shoot as soon as I had stroked it a couple of times. Mr. Jackson of course took more pictures as I shot all over myself. "Lick it up bitch!" He demanded. Then get dressed and get out. I'll be in contact." With that he went inside the house, leaving me naked and trembling at what had transpired. I knew I was now his property.

This is my second post and again, a true story. I see no point in making things up when I don't need to. I visited saunas at least once a week, often two or three times, after my first visit having become a regular. After that I felt no need to pretend. Still, my friends had no idea as I was still a good boy as far as they knew. However, every opportunity that I could find I would sneak off to Basement in Manchester city centre, or sometimes Heat sauna in Chorlton. Heat was not nearly as large as Basement, but it attracted an altogether different crowd and sometimes that's what I wanted: older guys, daddies, pervs who aren't pervy because they're turned on in a sauna, but true pigs who are who they are. None of them were pretty, but that just made me, but hotter. The atmosphere made me feel like I was truly being used. As if somehow these men were beneath me, but they were nevertheless taking what they wanted. Does that sound shallow? Ah, well... fuck if it does. Naturally, as Heat is much smaller than Basement, it has a very different layout. The entrance is though the back door near the car park - it's based on a small high street in an up and coming suburb of Manchester - you'd miss it entirely if you didn't know what you were looking for. The only give away is the blacked out windows at the front. Again, there's a door buzzer but upon entering you go straight to the desk, pay your money, grab a towel and then head to the lockers. The ground floor sees no action, but downstairs there's a jacuzzi and a steamroom and upstairs there are some cubicles, a TV/ porn room, a sling and some glory holes. There's also a crappy attempt at a maze with a toilet for those who like things a little dirty. Now Manchester's not a big city and, if you've spent as much time online talking to sleazy fuckers as i have, you start to recognise them in the street. One guy, I can't remember his screen name, though I wish I could, was instantly recognisable by his tattoo - I think it had wings... definitely wings, and maybe a unicorn or some other shit - we're going back ten years. He was tall. I'm guessing late twenties, early thirties. Toned, but on the skinnier side, which I like. He had a massive 9" cock - I knew because I'd seen his pictures online and he was pierced too. I watched him for a while and then eventually after it started to get busy, I decided to try my luck at the gloryholes. I liked these gloryholes in particular, because you locked yourself in a small cubicle and waited, but you were able to see much of what was going on outside because of the placement of the holes, as well as get a good peek in to some other cubicles with beds in. Eventually, a large, flaccid, pierced cock emerged through the hole at the far end. I look through and I can see long, slim legs kneeling on the bed and I begin to work the cock immediately. At this point I don't mind foreplay, but the ultimate goal is to get as many raw cocks in me as possible and ensure that, whatever happens, I'm left with their seed. He's hard quick enough and I turn away from him, hand still wanking him off, and press him against my arse. While he's positioned there, i reach back with both hands and spread my cheeks. I move him in to place with one hand and take a sniff of poppers with the other, before he begins to slide in. He's not messing around either. Immediately he goes to town, ploughing me at speed and as deep as he can, withdrawing and entering in split seconds that see my cunt twitch and spasm as if I'm being electrocuted. He's banging against the flimsy, MDMF makeshift wall and it's loud, attracting attention from the off. I continue to take poppers, but make sure i'm continually holding my cheeks apart and pressing myself against the gloryhole as hard as I can. I want every inch the wall will allow. After a while I can see eyes appearing at the otehr holes, fingers poking through trying to find me, but the layout of the cubicle doesn't allow me to reach for than one hole at once. They can wait. His cock is thick and straight - almost a bit boring to look at. I suppose it's a bit too perfect, but when it's in you it's so hard it hurts and he thrusts it so it never stops moving, always sliding one way or the other and sometimes you can't tell which. He jerks and stills and I know I have his seed. As he pulls out and disappears, the light returning through the hole, I move to another hole and stroke the fingers protruding through. Instantly I know the guy is older, shorter, fatter. I don't care. Why would I care? I'm not here to discriminate. I'm here to be used by anyone who will. He pokes his cock through, his thick bush protruding, wiry and dry. His cock is short. A decent girth. He's slick with precum, which tells me it's probably an easy load. I'm not wrong. My arse is barely wrapped around him before he's tensing and jerking and I get the impression his little cock is just a bit too sensitive for his own good. I feel a glutinous blob on my hole, dripping down my arse and as his cock shrinks immediately as he withdraws, I know I've got what I came for. two loads. Next. As I leave the cubicle, there's a guy I've seen before. I'm guessing in his fifties at least. He has that awful, camp, cockatoo haircut - the one that just announces you're a raving homosexual to anyone who might lay eyes on you. His skin is tanned, but he obviously uses sunbeds - why? He's smooth from head to toe and he's probably only around 5'7" or 8". I can see through his towel he's got a decent cock though, so I wander to a normal cubicle, throw my towel down, lurch forwards onto my belly and adjust my own cock so I'm comfortable before I lay flat and still. The door closes and he climbs on top. He's got a big cock. Thick too. I'm guessing about 8" but very thick. He would quickly become a regular fuck. We never spoke, but he'd see me come in, he seemed to live in the place, and eventually he'd come looking ready to give me his load, often more than one each visit. I'll be honest, i didn't find him attractive at all - I like men to look like men, not groomed and preened, eyebrows plucked to within an inch of their life so it looks like you're ready to do drag - be a man. But a load's a load and what's a boy to do? He plays with my hole, fingering me but, like so many tops, he has long, painful nails - they hurt as he enters and pokes around me. Now, I've had a lot of cock since these early days and I'm totally intolerant. I'm selfish. I know what I want. I say I want to please my tops and I do, but not at the expense of my own enjoyment. I can't be arsed with it. It's bullshit and i know, for every guy I walk away from because he can't be arsed to cut his nails, shower, or stop playing with my nipples and balls, there'll be another around the corner. I'm exceptionally ticklish. My nipples are VERY sensitive. I don't like them touched by anyone and same goes for my balls - sorry if that disappoints, but that's how it is. i'll give guys a warning before we meet. I'll give them a second chance once we've met, after that, you're out. It's really all about me. Give me your cum and fuck off. Anyway, he's poking me, probably tearing me a little and I wince and squirm, but before I know it he's withdrawn his fingers and he's lining up his cock. He slides in, my arse pre-lubed with two other raw loads, and he gets to work. He's a good fuck. Not the best i've ever had, but it feels good, I can lie back and relax and I get a load. He likes to call me baby. I hate this. I don't need a pet name, you're not my boyfriend. Frankly, I'm embarrassed for him, but I want his load, so I groan and moan and make all the right noises. Once he's done, he climbs off and disappears in to the darkness. Three loads down. Lots more to go. Another short guy appears, cruising me in the corridor near the stairs. He's cute though, guessing in his forties, his head shaved. I would later learn that he's the owner. Well, he owns the place and several others with his gay dad and his gay brother. They don't play together, it was a question I asked frequently on later visits, each time the disappointing response came. Unwittingly though, I did get fucked by all three of them on separate occasions, which I wasn't aware of until afterwards. Not sure they were either. This guy would never fuck bareback. I guess he'd seen too many sad stories in saunas. But his dad did. I can't remember about his brother. I only had him once. I let this guy, the owner, fuck me though because I liked him, he was a decent guy and a nice fat cock and, despite using a condom every time, I enjoyed it. I'd keep the condom, or watch for where he'd thrown it and then, once he'd left I'd retrieve it, put it up my arse, reach in and pull it out nib first, squeezing as I did so to make sure i got his load. He'd often stay for a while and we'd lay in each other's arms, just talking. Nothing romantic, just that sort of intimacy you can only get with strangers who've just abused your hole in saunas - does that sound silly? I guess there's an honesty in there that doesn't leave those blacked out walls. Before leaving I took another load in a different cubicle. This time the top was an Asian guy. I've always had a thing for Asian guys, although, saying this, I love all men, so I'm not sure if I honestly have a preference for Asians. As I walked home I could feel the cold, wet sticky mess around the hair on my arse, and every step made me hard. I always keep the loads in me until I can't any longer and have a good wank once I'm home.

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Yesterday, I met up with a visiting guy that I chatted with on BBRT. I sucked hard and he fucked me for 20 minutes, leaving a nice juicy load up my ass. I didn't come, and was still horny. Headed over to a local bookstore and ran into a friend. When he found out I had a load up my hole, he bent me over and ate my ass until most of the cum was gone. Love a cum pig!

I've had big and small, long and short, thick and thin dicks. And what it ultimately comes down to is HARDNESS. If you can get hard and stay hard through the fucking, then I couldn't care less about the size of your dick. FYI, as a bottom, I can tell you that many size queens out there are like that because so many tops lie about size. If you're 6 inches, don't claim that it's 7 or 8. Believe me, a bottom can tell. How? because the slutty ones like myself, probably just got finished taking a real 8 inch dick 60 minutes before you. It's always interesting that when white guys assess their own dicks (7 inches), that they claim HUGE. And black men typically claim huge only if it's about 9+ inches. Just a general observation. It has been my experience that the more sexy/beautiful a top is, the more fussy, arrogant and lackluster he is at sex. Lowering your expectations will open a world of sex for you. I'd rather a decent guy who is struggling to show abs than a polished sexy guy who makes me feel like he's doing me a favor by fucking me.

Luke was in heat, his rock hard dick barely contained by his jock strap, his balls were tingling and full of cum needing release, and his ass felt empty after getting double fucked by Billy and the tall black stranger. He was turned on by the thought of their two loads in him, and he had an animalistic need to have a dick in him again so that he, too, could get off. Circled around him were eight onlookers, all eager to mate with Luke. They’d all been jerking off watching the double fuck and were desperate for their own turns on Luke’s bubble butt. Luke scanned the crowd of horny men. He saw a variety of body types: some skinny, some sporting beer guts, some bearded and hairy, some clean-shaven. The average age was probably 45, solidly 20 years Luke’s senior. While normally he’d probably not give any the time of day, his discernment was checked at the door. Turning to one of the porcelain sinks hanging from the cinderblock wall, Luke spread his legs wide, bent over, grabbed hold, and waited for the dick he needed. A line formed quickly. Luke’s mind was fixated on cum: the cum that Billy and the stranger just shot inside him, the cum potential from the men behind him, the cum he needed to shoot from his own cock. His dick was pulsing. The first man stepped up behind Luke. Luke felt a slap on his ass and then felt the head of a cock slide up and down his crack. What seemed to be a really thick dick began pressing into his hole and then entered him. With one big push, the man’s cock was all the way inside Luke. Luke felt another slap to his ass. “Oooh yeah,” the entrant said, as he began pulling out and pushing back in at a building pace. “You like that?” he said with another slap to Luke’s ass. “Yeah” Luke said as he clenched his abused ass around the tool as best he could. The man began thrusting quickly in and out, and within a minute let out a guttural moan, “uuuuhhhhhhnnnnnnnhhhh,” indicating another load had been planted in Luke’s ass. It was an exercise in restraint for Luke not to touch his own dick and blow a load right there. The next man in line approached the bent-over Luke. Luke felt the man jerking his dick until it was lined up right outside Luke’s pucker. With one fluid motion, Luke felt a long, thin dick skewer him. This man fucked Luke with a methodically slow pace, Billy leaned over and whispered in Luke’s ear, “I see a few lesions on the guy fucking you now. That's fucking hot, jock boy.“ Luke started to turn to look over his shoulder with a bit of panic in his mind, but then heard the man inside him moan “Oh, fuck, I’m cumming in you, pussyboi.” Without much fanfare, Luke had taken another toxic load. Luke started to rise as Billy’s words had unsettled him, but felt a pair of hands push his head down toward the sink as a new dick pressed against his hole and then began its descent down Luke’s fuck chute. This dick felt average in size, though quickly Luke realized size was only part of the story about this fuck. The man behind him commenced a violent, rapid mating of Luke. His thighs slammed against Luke’s legs with each forward motion, and his balls smacked against Luke’s balls. Over and over, the man’s dick punched at Luke’s guts, which leaked a frothy mixture of ass juices and cum. The hungry group grunted and howled in pleasure in witnessing the forceful fucking Luke was experiencing, and the excitement reached its own climax when the man screamed “Oh FUCK yeah! Take my hot cum, you bitch!” As the cum shot into his ass, a glob of cum escaped Luke’s prick. He had orgasmed a little bit without ever touching himself. Luke stood to compose himself. His throbbing dick was no longer contained by his jock strap but poking out one of the sides. Precum dripped from its tip. A red headed, bearded older man approached Luke, kissed him, and then said bluntly, “Suck my dick, boy” and pushed Luke’s head down toward his member. As Luke bent over, a man from behind grabbed Luke’s hips and pulled him back, so Luke had a cock in his mouth and another in his ass. Face first in the red pubic hair of the bearded man, he assessed the tool before him. It was uncut and veiny, about seven inches long. It smelled of man musk and ass -- he'd clearly been playing in that restroom for a while that night. The man guided his used dick into Luke’s mouth and proceeded to skull fuck the jock. From behind, the man began his assault on Luke’s ass. The man was dripping sweat onto Luke's bare back and immediately slammed his dick fully into Luke. This man kept his dick deep inside Luke and gyrated, left and right, front and back, without withdrawing from Luke's hole. He was very vocal with his guttural grunts. Bobbing on the dick in his mouth, Luke heard a moan from his left side as warm spurts of cum shot onto his face, an unknown man grunting “Oh fuck yeah, I’m cummin'," only to have another man make a similar grunt on Luke's right as again semen sprayed in his face. Billy also blew a load onto Luke, as did a few other horny, stroking onlookers. At almost the same moment, Luke tasted a salty, bitter explosion in his mouth. The bearded man had obviously blown his load, and in a measure of self-satisfaction, the man ordered “Oh yeah, boy. Swallow daddy’s dirty sperm.” Luke complied as the man continued "Good, boy. I'm gonna make you my urinal in a bit. I hope you like daddy piss." Luke stood and smiled, the taste of cum lingering in his mouth. With a dick maneuvering slowly deep inside him from behind, Luke grabbed hold of his rock hard cock and began jerking himself as the man enjoying his ass quietly said into Luke’s ear “Your ass feels so good with all of these toxic loads in it. You’re nothing but a filthy cumdump now and I fucking love shooting my toxic load into a whore like you. Are you ready to take another toxic load?" Luke grabbed his dick tighter and jerked harder. “Yeah, give it to me! Knock me up!” The man began pulsing in and out of Luke’s stretched hole. “You want my herpes? You want the clap? You want my bug?” "Yeah, fuck me. Fuck your load in me. Give me everything you've got,” Luke managed to answer as his ass clenched, his dick swelled to impressive proportions and his geyser of cum began spurting onto the tile floor below. “All right boy, I'm gonna shoot -- take my dirty load,” the top announced as he, like so many other men that evening, shot his toxic seed into Luke’s ass. Luke screamed in pleasure as he received yet more jism, his own dick spasming and spurting the remainder of his built up load onto the public restroom floor.

It was the annual Toga Party at my frat, Omega Chi, the sexiest party of the year. I belonged to the hottest frat on campus, the one that all the top jocks belonged to. And the Toga Party was the most sought after invite of the year for anyone who was anyone. It was tradition for everyone to wear nothing under their toga. This near nudity, combined with alcohol and young libidos generated an atmosphere of super charged, horny college boy's and girls. And PLENTY of fucking went on around the house, in every closet and corner. Some people even fucked right out in the open, only their togas hiding their naughty bits. My name is Cole, and I'm a Junior and Treasurer of Omega Chi. As such I get the rare priveledge of one of the small private rooms on the third floor. This is nice because I'm secretly gay and it gives me a private place to jerk off on a nightly basis, fantasizing about my brothers, all of whom I've seen naked many times. I also like to sneak their dirty jockstraps out of their laundry and inhale their musky odors while I finger my hole and shoot my load. I'm not a jock like the rest of them, I'm a straight up nerd. I'm in the frat to help keep the grade average up for the house, and to tutor the guys that need it. I'm 5'10" and skinny and couldn't throw a football if my life depended on it, so being in this environment with all these hot studs was a dream come true. My biggest crush was Mitch. He was a GOD! He was only a freshman, but he was already the starting quarterback, he was that good. He stood 6'3" with buzzed blond hair, dazzeling blue eyes, and a body built like the Nordic, Minnesota, cornfed, farmboy he was. And a cock to match! I had showered next to him many times in the house, which was always a challenge to not spring a raging hard on. Tonight he was drinking pretty heavy, something he didn't do often. As the night went on he got more and more sloshed, hitting on several girls, fingering them under their sheets. But he must have been TOO drunk for them to take him up on his offers to fuck. Sometime around 1:00 he disappeared and I figured he finally was getting laid. I was getting tired too and headed up to my room. As I opened my door my heart leaped into my throat. There, sprawled out on my bed was my every dream come true. My Nordic god was passed out, snoring away with his toga barely covering his naked body. I froze, not knowing what to do, my eyes scanning him from his beautiful size 13 feet, up his bare legs that were covered in dark blond hair to his torso also covered in a light smattering of blond hair. The toga exposed one of his luscious pink nips and the arm over his head exposed his hairy pit in all it's glory. My mouth went dry as I looked at him and shivered. I did the most logical thing I could and grabbed his shoulders, shaking him and telling him to get up. He just responded with more snoring. I slapped him hard across the face a couple of times, and still he didn't wake up. The shaking had managed to open his toga more, exposing his uncut cock nestled in his big, furry balls. At this point my mind exploded. Here was my ultimate fantasy, passed out cold, nearly naked, and totally vulnerable on my bed. Before I even realized what I was doing, I locked my bedroom door, and stood over him, dropping my own toga so I was naked, my own 7 inch cock standing straight up. I breathed heavily. Do I dare act out what was running through my mind? What if he DID wake up? He'd beat the shit out of me! But my own half drunk horny brain took over the better part of reason. Carefully I undid the rope around his waist, opening his toga all the way, totally exposing every inch of his beautiful body. Leaning down, I kissed his mouth which was slightly open, slipping my tongue inside, licking his teeth and tongue, sucking on his lip, gently biting it while my hand crept down to his cock. Grabbing it firmly, I started to stroke it, my hand trembling at the excitement of finally touching what I had wanted for so long. His cock stirred and started to get hard as I manipulated it, pulling back the foreskin and rubbing his cockhead. He just continued to snore. I moved my mouth to his nipples, sucking first one big pink tit, then the other. I gently bit them as I sucked, nibbling on his nubs as his cock grew harder in my hand. I swear he slightly moaned. Getting more and more bolder, I then buried my face in his armpit, breathing deep his musky scent. I couldn't get enough of his smell as I sniffed and licked his dank hairy pit. His cock just got harder. I pulled out of his pit to look at the cock I had been dreaming about. It stood rock solid at this point, the big, pink mushroom head pushing out of it's sheath. It was a solid 9" at least, and a fat one at that. Throwing caution to the wind I dove down on it. Mitch let out an audible groan as my mouth engulfed his knob. I had to stretch my mouth wide and it was almost to fat, but I was too far gone to stop and I forced as much as I could down my throat. Then something surprising happened. Mitch started to piss. Without warning piss just started flowing into my mouth. I was shocked but just clamped on and swallowed all I could. There was NO way I was going to pass this once in a lifetime chance to drink the starting quarterbacks piss! There was so much it flowed out of my mouth all over his stomach and balls, soaking both us and the bed sheets. When he finally stopped I continued to nurse on his still rock hard cock until I started to taste his precum. He just continued to snore and breath deeper. Now I was at a crossroads. Do I keep sucking him, or do I go a step further. I realized as much as I wanted to suck the load out of him, I wanted something else far more. I wanted him to breed me. And this might be my only chance ever. I grabbed some Vaseline out of my drawer and spread a big glob on my asshole, working it in me. Then I spread another big glob on his cock, working it around, getting him slicked up. Then, my body trembling in fear and excitement, I straddled his stomach, pulling back his foreskin, and placed the top of his throbbing cock against my hungry hole. I took a deep breath and pushed his head into my hole, wincing as he popped through my ring. I paused for a moment as I adjusted to his size. I wondered to myself what the fuck was I doing? I'm insane! But I no longer cared. I had the quarterbacks studly cock in my hole and I started to slide down on it. Slowly I slid down his pole until I had all 9 inches buried in me and I could feel his hairy bush against my stretched hole. Now I started to ride it, up and down, pulling it out till just the head was in, then sliding back all the down, my hole squeezing and milking his cock as I went. Leaning over, I planted my lips on his while I rode him like a sorrority bitch. I sucked his tongue while my ass gave him the best fuck he had ever had, even if he didn't know it! I swear he started moaning and pushing his hips into my hot wet hole. He was probably dreaming he was fucking some hot pussy, and he was, just not the kind he thought! Even in his drunk, passed out state it didn't take him too long to cum. Such is the beauty of youth. Soon I felt his cock expand and start throbbing deep in me and I knew he was flooding my innards with his hot, jock cum. I sat all the way down on his dick and milked it as hard as I could with my ass muscles, draining him of every drop of his precious nectar. I finally had what I had wanted for so long. I was bred by the quarterback. When his cock started to shrink, I gently pulled him out of my ass. As much as I wanted to keep his load deep inside me, I had a better idea. In my drawer I had hidden one of his jockstraps. This one was nice and used when I snagged it, smelling deeply of his cock and ball sweat and urine. I held the pouch up to my ass and squeezed his load out and into it. This way I had another way to enjoy him later as I jerked off, remembering tonight. I just had one problem left. MY own rock hard cock begging for release! I thought of just jacking off while I stared at my naked god, but my perverted mind told me other ideas. Carefully, I rolled my snoring stud over onto his belly and spread his thighs apart. Taking the Vaseline, I lubed my cock and his hole. Quickly I lined myself up to his hairy hole and slid my head in. Stopping to make sure all was well, I then pushed the rest of my cock all the way in. OH MY GOD it was like nothing I had ever felt! Pure smooth velvet engulfed my dick as I buried myself to the hilt. As I ground my pubes against his hole I know I heard him grunt, then let out a small moan. That was all I needed to hear. I slowly fucked my frat bro deep and long, enjoying every moment of his luscious hot hole. But I was so worked up at this point, it didn't take long before I was pumping my own hot load into his sweet jock guts. I could hear him moan and mumble something as I pumped shot after shot of sperm as deep into his guts as I could. Finally, I had no more in me. I reluctantly pulled my spent cock out of what was pure heaven, and cum slowly trickled out of his slightly gaping hole. Without a thought, I buried my face between his cheeks and feasted on the hole I had just devirginized. Digging my tongue in and sucking my jism out made him moan some more. When I got all I could, I stood up, got dressed and left my room, leaving my sleeping Adonis alone on my bed. The next morning I was terrified about what I had done! The reality of raping the quarterback and all the consequences filled me with dread as I eventually went back to my room and slowly opened the door. Mitch was gone. I sat on my bed and pulled open my drawer that contained his dirty, cum soaked jockstrap. On it was a note that said...."I know what you did!" My heart pounded in my chest as I turned the note over. "It's our secret. To be continued...." All I can say is the rest of our college time together was pretty fucking hot.

So, here I am of my first day out of school for the summer, my parents are at work and I have nothing to do except lay here and jack off and think of something to do. We just moved here a couple of months ago due to a job change for my Dad and I have always lived in the big city’s with room to walk, now I only have a yard and a big ass park down the street to go to. Since my parents are big beer drinkers I figure it is almost noon, so I grab 6 of their beers in a bag and decide to check out the park. After entering the park I start walking and the road and I see trails off into the woods and decide to check one out. I walk for a bit and find a small river/creek that is running fairly fast and sit down against a tree and watch the water and started drinking my beers. I must have been on my fourth or fifth beer when I heard what sounded like a commotion behind me. As I look around if I had not been sitting I would have fallen over, there about 50 feet away was a white guy on his knees sucking a black guy’s cock. In all my life I have heard of the gay life and sex but this was mind blowing. I just continued to watch as this white guy just went to town sucking the blackest cock I have ever imagined. The black guy was talking really nasty to the white guy, telling him “yeah white boy, suck that black cock, get it deeper, going to give you a good load down that bitch white throat”. Now I should have just got back behind the tree until they were done, but somehow I moved further out and broke a branch on the ground that drew both of their attention. Oh shit, now what. I look at the black guy who is smiling at me and the white guy gets up and they both walk over to me with the black guy still having his cock out and hard. As they reach me the black guy asked “do you think this boy liked the show”? The white guy grabs my cock and says “yeah, he is hard as a rock”. At this point the white guy pulls down my shorts to my ankles and grabs my cock. At this point I should have pulled up my short and ran like hell screaming all the way, but here I am with a guy holding my cock and balls and looking between the black guys cock and his eyes and the evil smile. The black guy then puts his hands on my shoulder and pushes down and I seem to just float to my knees where I now looking right at this guy’s cock in my face. The black guy grabs his cock and starts to hit my lips with his cock until I open my mouth to say ouch only to have him push his cock in my mouth. The white guy leans in to my ear and starts giving me my first lesson of how to use my lips and tongue and how to keep my teeth off telling me how I am going to be coming back after today for a lot more. Then white guy then leans down and drove his tongue into my ass, I thought I was going to lose it right then and there, fuck did that feel awesome. Meanwhile the black guy starts calling me all sorts of degrading names and terms “suck my black cock you white bitch, yeah, so easy to turn out a punk white boy for black meat, guess you’re going to get this big fat load down your bitch throat”, all his talking seem to just turn me on more and as he kept telling me what a cocksucking bitch I was going to be the more I tried to get more of his cock in my mouth. The black guy then opens this bottle and puts it under my nose telling me to inhale deep and I do, “Fuck” my head is spinning and I seem to want to suck more and more of this cock in me, I then feel the white guy pushing a finger in my ass, then another one and another, I am in heaven. The black guy keeps feeing me the bottle under my nose and the white guy who is somehow naked is still telling me how much of a pig I am going to become when this is over. The white guy then pulls out a bag of something and a bottle of what I found later was lube, he mixes the lube and the stuff in the bag and starts to finger it up my ass. I am go back to sucking on the black guys cock and hitting the brown bottle, a few minutes later I start to feel a rush of rushes. I start to just suck and not knowing what a gag reflex was yet, but I just wanted his cock buried in me. The white guy was now behind me with his cock pointed right as my ass. He gets the tip at my hole and starts to push, telling me go with it, that it will hurt for a minute but then I am going to love it. The black guy pulls his cock out tells me to hit the bottle deep, as it kicks in the white guy pushes in and now pass my once virgin ring. I tried to move forward trying to get away from the pain, but then I am so unstable and the white guy just keeps talking dirty to me, telling me now I am his bitch, his cumdump and that he was going to breed me full of his seed. What seemed to be an eternity was only a few minutes before the pain subsided and another hit of the bottle I was finding myself getting into it. Now the black guy puts his cock back at my mouth and he tells me to “suck that black cock you bitch” and boy do I ever. It never dawned on my if anyone had walked down there they would have seen a high school kid on his hands and knees with a cock fucking him in the ass and a black guys cock driving in his mouth, and at this point I didn’t care. The black guy starts to tell me he is close and gives me another hit of the bottle and tells me to start swallowing, at this point he lets volley after volley of cum loose in my mouth and I do as he says not knowing any better. The white guy is not far behind telling me I will be pregnant with his babies in a second and he lets out a roar and unloads my ass. The black guy just zips up his pants and says “see you soon” and walks off, the white guy pulls his cock out of my ass and wipes the rest of his cum on my ass cheeks, and I am still on my hands and knees wondering what just happened. The white guy then grabs my cock and balls and squeezes and asks me where I live, the pain was so bad I just blurted out my address to him and he tells me to meet him at the rest area down the road tomorrow at noon and just to wear shorts, no underwear or shirt or he would be at my house to get me, then walks off. To be continued.....

It’s been a few days since I saw my boyfriend last. He’s always working and it doesn't help I live on one side of the metro while he’s about 20 miles on the other side. He hasn't texted me in a day or two and I was bored and horny today. I decided to re-download an app, hopping just for a little chit chat from people. After looking a while I came across a picture of my boyfriend, I wasn't angry, but annoyed as he told me he never used this app anymore. Then again, I was on. I decided to dropped it and just continue my search for someone to talk too. *received a message* Looked at the guys profile, cute and hot he was looking for fun and friends. I viewed the message. The guy: what are you up too? Me: not much, on from boredom, you? The guy: the same, up for some fun? Me: What kind of fun? The guy: What kind of fun you think I’m asking about. ; ) Me: If it’s hooking up, can’t do, in a relationship. The guy: That doesn't matter. *Image of his cock came through* I looked, and saw possibly the biggest cock I've seen, thick, veiny, and hard. Me: Very nice cock sir. If I wasn't taken I’d definitely blow you or let you plow me The guy: Your boyfriend doesn't need to know, what’s your address? I was tempted, I haven’t bottomed for a long time Since I started dating my boyfriend. He’s always the bottom and was always the top, it was tempting, but… Me: Sorry, can’t, really tempting, but can’t. The guy: Come on, address. ; ) You know you want my 10”s in you. At this point my cock was hard and I was jacking off like crazing. What I did next I shouldn't have done and hopped to god no one would find out. Me: *gives address* Hurry before I changed my mind.” The guy: Will be there in 10 minutes, have the door open and be face down. I stopped jacking, opened the door slightly then took off my clothing. I laid down in the bed me and my boyfriend slept in many times when he was over. I pre lubed my hole and had a few condoms to the side just in case. I heard the door open, not a word only the sounds of shoes being taken off. Heard someone come into my bedroom and heard cloths being taken off. I heard some clanking then a zipper and then a thud. I could feel he was close. I was now feeling regret that I was now hooking up with someone, but was too late, was too afraid to stop, didn’t know what he would do if I backed out. Slap, slap, slap when his cock on my ass. I ask him about condoms and he said nothing as he push his big mushroom head into ass. I ask him again about condoms and he push his cock in a little bit. It stung and hurt. Only my ass was lubed, his cock wasn't. He kept pushing in, pain was shooting through, I ask him to stop. He didn’t, “I’m almost all the way, relax you cheating slut.” That slightly turned me on. He hit that one point in my ass, pain was being replaced with pleasure, but pain didn't want to go away either. “How much more” I asked. “Want more?” He said then nothing but pain shot through as he pushed balls deep into me. “FUCK!” I screamed. The pain was so much I was crying. He started moving out, one, two, three inches then slamming back into me. This went on for a few minutes. After a while it felt amazing. The pain I had just felt turned to pleasure. He started pulling out more then back in, this was going on till all I could feel was his head. All that you could hear in the room was light moaning, skin slapping, and some grunting. I was so close I nearly came a few times. “I’m close, keep fucking me.” I said, he picked up his pace, then slowed down, picked up, then slowed down, like he’s teasing me. “I’m close” He shoved in again then pulling out, “Here’s my dirty load you cheating slut!” Then he drove his cock into my gut, filling it with his seed. Once he was done filling me he fucked his seed in me for a while, from this I came, I came hard on my bed then collapsing in a pool of my own spunk. He pulled out and before I could get my composure he was already dressed and heading out the door. I didn't think of what he said for a few days and didn't say anything to my boyfriend. My boyfriend came over; slept in the same bed I was fucked in. I fucked him, with a condom, because he has a thing for latex, not really for safety. A few days go past again and I decided to go back onto the app, I was bored, I noticed he left me a message which I thought seemed odd. He was online The guy: Up for round two? I have a few buddies that would also like your hole if you’re interested. ; ) I went to reply to him but clicked on his profile instead. What I noticed wasn't there before, it shocked me. It stated that he was Poz and not on meds. Fuck I thought. That’s what he meant by dirty load. Me: Is your profile correct, you are poz? Are your friends also poz? The guy: Yes, all of us are? So, what you say? Me: … Me: You know the address. My boyfriend texted if I was free that afternoon. I told him I’d get back to him later that day. Then my door opened once again, guess it's too late to back out now. ======that’s it======= I was bored, so I wrote this. This is fictional, this never happened. Hope my spelling and grammar are correct.

Part 1 I knew I was a sex addict when I was a teen. I needed cock and cum everywhere: in my ass, in my mouth, in my face. I liked daddies who would pull my hair, thrust their cocks down my throat, or fucked me mercilessly without respect. I was a shameless slut and considered whoring myself out, but I had bigger career aspirations for the future. Still, I always knew I had wanted to take it to the next level. One day, while I was cruising on A4A, a muscle daddy, 42 years old, 6'1", fit and tan, messaged me if I liked to parTy. His picture showed a rough, shaven face. I knew what parTying meant, and this was my chance to fulfill one of my darkest fantasies. I responded saying I would shower, clean-out, and be over in 40 minutes. I put on a tight black tank top, denim cutoffs, and boots and drove over to his place He opened the door almost immediately - I wasn't disappointed: ge was tall and muscular with pepper gray hair, was wearing a black tight half tank and ripped jeans. His feet were large and veiny, and showed off a flip flop tan. He gestured for me to enter, and led me to his room, introducing himself as Jason. On his table were bags of powder, dollar bills, a pizzo pipe, and some syringes. I brought a two blunts as well. "So you like to get fucked by older guys?" he asked as he sprinkled a couple crystals into the bowl of the pipe. "I like getting fucked by anyone," I purred, as he put the pipe to my lips and lit. He told me to wait until clouds of smoke began circling in the bowl, then to inhale slowly. I felt the chemicals rush into my lungs. It tasted good. "Yeah? You get around?" he grunted, taking a huge hit himself. Before I could respond, he grabbed my hair, pulled my face forward, and shotgunned the crystal into me. When my lips met his, I knew that there was no love-making or respect in this encounter; I was here to be used. He slurped at my lips and spat on me. "You slut," he whispered in my ear before putting the pipe to my mouth again. We took several more hits until we burnt through a whole gram between the two of us. "Show me your ass. Get on your back," he ordered. At this point, the drugs had hit me and my head was spinning. I felt relaxed. No, I felt filthy. I turned around and spread my legs, showing off my ass through my daisy dukes. "Mmm," he grunted. I looked back. His eyes twinkled with lust. He brushed his hands up and down my smooth legs, down to my feet, and pulled-off my boots. He massaged my legs and feet with one hand as he pulled out a credit card to draw lines of coke on a plate with his other, making six long lines. Then he rolled up a dollar bill and pulled me to the plate. "Take half of it," he said, pushing my head down to the plate. I put the dollar bill to the plate and cleanly snorted a line. "Another," he demanded. "Do it all at once." "Yes,sir," I said obediently, and I continued snorting. I felt the drip down my throat, and I instantly felt an astounding high. My ears were ringing, and I grew energetic and horny. I turned around again, and he ripped my cutoffs to show off my shaved asshole. "What a beautiful hole," he growled with thirst. "Look at that pussy." He ran a finger down my hole, which sent shivers down my spine. I closed my eyes and felt my head spin; my whole body was hot, and I needed Jason's dick and cum as soon as possible. I needed him inside me, fucking me until I can't walk, impregnating me, breeding me. Jason pulled his dick out of his jeans, an impressive and thick 8" rod. He expertly made a line on his dick and handed me the rolled-up dollar. I leaned in and eagerly snorted the line from his dick. "Now let's see you put those party favors to good use," he said, prying my mouth open with his large mushroom head. I moaned ecstatically, having been waiting for this moment for so long. I opened my mouth eagerly and slurped on his head while licking his piss slit with my tongue. His already erect dick grew stiff as a rock in my mouth. I moved my mouth down, slurping his large shaft. He grabbed both sides of my head and thrust. His dick pierced my throat, and I let out of a muffled scream in protest. He ignored me and plowed into my throat again before I could prepare myself. I gagged and spluttered spit all over his dick and my face. It dripped down my chin as continued to fuck my throat. He then grabbed me and tossed me onto the bed leaving my head dangling over the foot of the bed. My head was in a warm haze from all the drugs. High as fuck, I opened my eyes wide and opened up my throat. My face was still covered in thick globs of saliva. He grinned sadistically as he snorted a line, then plunged his dick down my throat. I held onto his jeans as he fucked my throat until I could hardly feel my throat anymore. I gagged and spluttered, but my spit tricked down my hanging face, all over my eyes and nose. His dick tasted so good I didn't want him to stop. I loved his thick shaft around my lips as his head pierced my throat, and then tasting the precum on the head as he pulled out before thrusting again. To be continued in Part 2

Just wondering if there's any more country guys on here who grew up on a farm and love riding horses, cattle, the outdoors, etc? I live in Kentucky in the city but I'm from a large cattle farm in the country and still go there quite a bit and help with the cattle and chores. I love other masculine outdoor dudes, Ky used to have a chapter of the gay rodeo association but I think it closed a few years back. Don't think there is one here now. If there was I'd join. I'd love to meet a bud or two who love farm life, camping, wranglers, etc. I am just not into clubs or things like that. But I hope to attend one of the regional meets soon as a spectator. I'd join if I could! For me the farm life is a lifestyle and a way of life, I love it, but it's also a big turn on meeting other dudes who are the same and into the same! I love a hot stud in wranglers, especially with a nice ass, really gets me going. I like guys of all ages, I prefer older guys, just love sexy older men! I think I'd be in heaven if I lived in Austin or someplace like that.

I've been hooking up with a guy on a fairly regular basis, maybe once or twice a week. Always uses condoms. Told him a month ago that when he was ready, he could go bare if he wanted. Finally got my wish last week when I went to his place and noticed for the first time that he hadn't put out a condom next to the lube and poppers. Sure enough, I took 2 loads from him that day. I was a happy boy leaving his place. So when we got together last night, I was hoping for a repeat - and I was not disappointed! He shot his big load deep into my guts, then collapsed onto the couch. We chatted for a few minutes and then I started licking and teasing his cock, tasting my ass mixed with his cum. Before long I was deep throating him again and had him rock hard, then get got behind me again and pumped another load into me. What he didn't know was, I had posted on CL for guys to come take advantage of 'sloppy seconds', and boy did they! I had 2 guys in my inbox who were about 10 minutes from me. I quickly verified that each was cool with another guy present, then sent them my address. I told each of them that I had lube but no condoms, and got no complaints - nor did I get an offer from either of them to bring one! They both showed up within about 5 minutes of each other. We got right down to business, one guy going straight for my ass and the other spit-roasting me with his cock in my mouth. The guy who went for my ass never even grabbed lube. One finger in my hole told him I was slick, and he was inside in a second, using nothing but the first guy's cum as lube. Before long he let out a moan and pumped his load into my guts, then pulled away. The third guy slipped right in behind him and in about 5 thrusts he was done. Four loads, and when I looked at the clock it had been less than 90 minutes since the first guy arrived. Next to see if I can break that record.

Silly me. I thought it was about fucking...not the load...guilty fo fucking endlessly and proud of it.

OK - it's happened, and went well! I enjoyed the session and it was over far too quickly. Met up at the woman's flat, and was introduced to the guy (Tom - don't know if that's his real name). He was already naked in the bedroom, and I think the two of them had been playing around before I arrived. As I'd previously been to her place, I simply paid and we got on with it. As I undressed, they started to fuck missionary. Tom was initially doing her in her pussy, and once I'd got undressed I sat and watch while wanking. But he then fucked her arse, doggy style, and after only 3 or 4 minutes of that he shot his load up her bum. I hadn't expected that, as I'd wanted him cumming in me. Tom then moved away, as I took his place, pushing his cum - that was starting to drip out - back up her bum. As I started fucking her, Tom went behind me. I felt him put some lube on my ass, and he gently entered me. I have to say, this took a while, as it was a bit of an awkward position. But after a minute or two we all got into the swing of it, and were thrusting away in unison. It was the first time I've EVER had a guy fuck me. I was very nervous, and somewhat amazed that I was doing it. Tom was better endowed than myself, which was both a turn on and a little off putting at the same time. But he was gentle, and didn't rush. I ended up spunking in the woman's ass, mixing my load with Tom's. After I'd cum, he climbed off me - and the session was over. So I didn't get to receive his cum, although his cock was no doubt covered in his cum when he entered me. I was somewhat in a daze, immediately following the experience. Fortunately I took Tom's number, and he said I could book a session with just the two of us next time. My thoughts ... it was fun, and I enjoyed it. I feel liberated having done it. I was a bit disappointed not to receive his cum. Also, as much as I enjoyed it, I don't think I could be "fully" gay. I enjoy fucking women. So I definitely bisexual. Nonetheless, as this was my first bareback experience with another guy, I think it fits within this forum (sorry if it doesn't).

Like I said before you know how and where to have a good time, I like your style

I've had my cousin hit me up on grindr. Now he breeds me 4 times a week, and sometimes my husband watches.

Recently ran into the profile of a young guy who lives down the street with his single mom. Profile states he is 18 when in fact I know he is only 16 (which is legal here, but still...). Slutty profile pics. Profile says he loves to suck and getting fucked by and fucking older guys (which is about anyone on that site!). Won't take him up on that offer as I am not really into young guys but that naked boy butt of his really is a piece of art (which I already sort of guessed seeing him walking down the street in his low rise skin tight jeans). Hot cock too. I'll wink next time I bump into him on the street. Let him guess why ;-)

To be in a treasure island video, barebacking ass on camera

Great replay of your first time in a gay sauna. Post more! Reminds me of mine. Scared as hell, don't know what to expect and being early 20s bait for about anyone present. Exploring hands everywhere. Sweaty bodies pressing and brushing me in the dark. Waiting for Mr. Perfect with the perfect dick, who of course stayed at home that night. After the first fuck I don't really care anymore and just wanted more and more and more.....Felt like a total slut. Stayed until the very last minute and remember sitting at the railway station at 6am with cum leaking out waiting for the first train home. I am certain everyone there on the platform can just see what I have done. ;-)

Hey- if the goal is to let everyone know you want your hole used and it is available--why not pick up a few cheap boxer or boxer briefs in cotton ( I am thinking , here in the US, of a K Mart(department store of less expensive clothing) kind of boxer- get some fabric glue and some velcro-- slit the ass right thru where your crack runs, glue the 2 pieces of velcro ( sew them if you have the machine and talents) Even if the shit falls apart 1/2 way thru the night,you can blame a wardrobe malfunction --and hopefully will have had a cock or two probe you before the bar caught sight of the gape ( or smelled the cum) One thing to remember is to try to get the velcro to mesh correctly early on--those little plastic hooks play hell on ass hairs

Interesting story, sure sounds like he knew how to eat out a hot ass

I've been busy breeding a lot of sweet hungry holes this spring. A lot of cum hungry bottoms out here! This week I was at work and this hot furry nurse I'd been chatting with on Grindr hit me up needing his hole wrecked. We met after work at his place and I completely wrecked his hot cunt and left him fully loaded. He had a beautiful hole presentment. I want more! Then just the other day, I was on Grindr again and heading home from work when this goodlooking older guy hit me up needing fucked. I hadn't planned on fucking but we'd chatted awhile, and I wanted his hole. I went over to find him sitting on his porch in just a pair of shorts, looking really hot. I fucked his brains out and flooded his hole. Really hot fuck! Great hole. Reconnected with a fuck buddy who now lives in New York but who is visiting for the summer soon. I am the one who pozzed and converted him, and we both want to reconnect! It's been a very hot busy year so far and I have broken my all time record of holes bred in one year thus far

Paul – As told by Ben Brandon was away for two nights for his conference. I had been fucked silly by Matt and Josh and Sam the first night, the night that he had texted me and suggested that we make plans for a get together. But the second night was even more fruitful in a way, as I was able to fuck someone that I had been lusting after for a while. Jeremy was not the only gay guy in the complex besides Brandon and me; there was also a very hot couple Paul and Jesse. Both Paul and Jesse were gym bunnies, and took pride in showing their bodies off at the pool wearing swimsuits as small as they could get away with. As hot as they were, it did not appear that they ever shared their bodies with anyone else but each other. Shortly after they moved in we had them around socially for a drink and to get to know them a little better. As usual in our place there were some porn DVDs lying around. Jesse saw one called “Threesome Boyfriends”. He picked it up and read the description without saying a word. It was about couples that would pick up a third for some no-strings-attached fun. I could see Paul visibly wince as he obviously knew what was coming next. Jesse launched into a tirade about how threesomes destroy perfectly good relationships and how he and Paul would never consent to one as they would only ever have sex with each other and never cheat. He was so worked up about the whole idea that he never commented that it was a bareback movie and had the subtitle: “When your boyfriend’s load isn’t enough.” The rest of the evening went off pleasantly after that blew over, but I realized that my dreams of fucking one or both of them wasn’t going to happen. Until that night that is. We had both gone to take out trash. He was wearing a tight tank top and sky blue bike shorts that showed his physique to perfection. I was wearing my normal tight low cut jeans and had arranged my cock to make a nice bulge in my crotch. I could see me eying it with greed. As we walked back towards our condos he surprised me by commenting on it. “Fuck Ben, how big is that thing you are hiding in there.” I’m more of a shower, not a grower so I just laughed. “Not as big as Brandon’s by a long shot. But do you want to see it?” “Fuck yeah. I’ve been watching you for a while. I like your butt too. Brandon is away for a few days, right?” I liked his tight bubble butt too, showed off to perfection by the tight spandex. “Yeah, he gets back tomorrow.” “Jesse is working late so we could go to our place but he’d kill me if he saw me looking at your naked cock. Can we go to your place? No sex. I just want to see your cock.” “Sure, I said with a grin. And I want to see yours.” As we got to the door of our condo Paul seemed to be having second thoughts. “Um, maybe this isn’t a good idea. Maybe I should go.” I looked at him straight in the eye. “Nonsense, all we’re going to do is look at each other’s dicks, right.” The way his dick was rapidly swelling in his tight spandex shorts and leaving a large sticky pre-cum patch told me otherwise. I opened the front door and led him inside. We stood facing each other in the living room and I slowly undid the fly of my jeans and slipped them down my hips, revealing the yellow mesh jock strap barely holding my hardening dick. Paul must have liked what he saw as he was now fully erect and leaking pre-cum so profusely that there was a clear bead on the outside of the slick wet patch outlining his uncut dickhead. Fuck! I LOVE pre-cum and his dick looked pretty big as well. He seemed uncertain about what to do next so I went on my knees and started sucking on the sticky bulge. He muttered “We shouldn’t be doing this” and then uttered a sigh of pleasure. He put his hands on my head and held my mouth on his bulge. His resolve obviously faded fast as it was only a minute or so before his removed his hands from my head and started to pull down his shorts, revealing his beautiful dick; a good seven inches uncut, fat with a nice foreskin. I knew I wanted that in my ass. I took him back in my mouth and started working my tongue over his cockhead and under the foreskin. I heard him groan with pleasure. “Oh fuck yeah. Maybe just a blowjob.” I placed my hands on his butt cheeks and drew his crotch into my face. He groaned again. “Ben, let’s go to your bedroom if that’s ok. I want to suck your cock while you suck mine. Great, I thought, No sex turned into blowjob and is going to end up in fucking. I like to mislead boys like that! We both stripped off our clothes on the way to the bedroom and before we got to the bed he was down on his knees swallowing my dick with raw hunger. Damn, he needed a dick in his mouth badly. I gently lifted him up and guided him onto the bed. Once we were both on I swung him around so we were laying face to crotch. We both started slurping on each other’s dicks. As I did my best to swallow all of his length. I placed my right hand between his ass cheeks and started feeling his anus with a finger. I felt no resistance as my fingertip probed his hole. To the contrary, he started sucking even more enthusiastically. This was looking good and I eased the whole finger in without resistance. It was time to pick up the pace. I pulled away from him and he rolled onto his back; the sure sign of a bottom. I had often wondered where the term came from. In my experience if you are rolling around in bed and one guy ends up generally on his back, he is going to get fucked. I was going to prove that theory with Paul. I turned around and lay on top of him, grinding my dick against him and deep kissing him passionately. For a guy who was not planning on having sex he was certainly co-operating. While we were kissing I sat back and pulled him up so that he was sitting on my lap with my raging erection pushing at his back door. He started grinding his ass against my dick as he went wild thrusting his tongue into my mouth and sucking my lips. I slowly lowered him back onto the bed and as our lips broke contact he looked pleadingly at me. “Please fuck me. Jesse doesn’t fuck me as much as I want. We haven’t had sex for a week.” I lifted his legs and positioned myself behind him. I grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand and squirted lube on my hand and started to work it into his hole. His breathing got heavier so I quickly spread the rest of the lube on my cock and pressed my dickhead against his anus. I started to ease myself in past the outer sphincter. “Stop. Stop.” I thought he was going to ask me to take it slower but no. “Condom, you need a condom?” “Don’t have any. We don’t use them.” As I eased my dick deeper in his chute. I sensed a note of panic in his voice. “We shouldn’t be doing this. Pull out. Please!” I slid in past the second sphincter until I had bottomed in his ass. Now that my raw dick was all the way in the pleasure obviously overcame the concern. I saw him relax and accept his first bareback fuck. “Fuck that feels good. Ok. Just for a few strokes. Then you can pull out and we can jerk off.” I had no intention of doing that. My plan was to breed him and plant my seed so deep that Jesse would not be able to find it. And that he would hopefully return the favor. I was kneeling behind him and I stretched forward and pulled his body upward to that he sat facing me impaled on my cock. I started deep kissing him sucking his tongue and lips and he reciprocated with enthusiasm. He was now grinding his ass on my hips trying to get my meat as deep in his cunt as possible and then sliding his ass up and down my chute to get the maximum sensation of my bare dick in his rectum. The forbidden penetration was almost too much for me and I started to get close. I did not say anything but he must have known I was close as I started grunting with pleasure and he must have felt my cock start to swell and twitch. I knew he wanted my load but as I started cumming and had squireted the first shot I pulled back from his lips long enough to mutter “Where do you want my load?” He did not answer but started kissing me hungrily as I fired volley after volley of scalding hot cum into his bowels. After a few moments he pulled back to say “Up my ass. Fucking incredible!” He paused for a moment to appreciate what he had received then continued. “Jesse always wears a condom and then pulls out and takes the condom off and jerks off over my chest.” I just grinned at him. “So I assume you’ve never been barebacked before?” He looked at me for a while. “No. Never. Does it feel as good for a top as for a bottom?” I laughed at him. “Fuck yeah dude, what do you think? If bare is better for a bottom it is ten times better for a top!” He lifted himself of my dick which slipped out of his freshly fucked ass with a cummy plop and he pushed me onto my back. “I haven’t cum yet and I want to feel what it’s like.” He lifted my ass off the bed to get access to my hole. He wasted no time, he slicked up his rock hard dick and slid into my willing hole with one thrust. His dick may not have been particularly big, but he certainly knew how to fuck. I could sense he was getting close. “Pull out!” I commanded. He looked at me with surprise, considering that I had shot a massive load in his bareback virgin cunt a few minutes earlier. But he did as I asked and as he did so I continued. “Ok, now roll on a condom and fuck me again and confirm for yourself what you have been missing.” He looked at me questioningly. I laughed. “We keep them in the night stand for special occasion.” Without saying anything he opened the drawer, grabbed a condo, tore open the wrapper and rolled it over his dick. Once he was ready to insert it into my anus he spoke. “It felt so good bare. You are going to let me cum inside you aren’t you?” “Of course. When you’re ready.” I replied. He slowly slid all the way in. “I can barely feel anything!” I just grinned, “Fuck me harder. Maybe you’ll feel something.” He did, when the condom burst. The sudden release of his cock from its latex prison took him to an almost immediate climax as he loaded me up with his seven day load. He had barely come off his orgasmic high when the guilt set in. He could barely look at me. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. We shouldn’t have done that. I cheated on Jesse and got barebacked and you cheated on Brandon. I’d better go now.” I did not tell him that Brandon and I had an “arrangement”. He rapidly dressed and made for the door. As he walked out I put some of the condoms in his hand. “Maybe you need to use some of these with Jesse.” He must have been really conflicted because as he got to the door he kissed me deep, turned around and left, with my load still in his gut.

I'm straight. Though I've had my share of cock and ass too. I've had cum in my ass and cum down my throat. The hottest fucks I've ever had were with poz guys. I've loaded up several, and I I've knowingly let at least 6 poz tops fuck me bareback, though I don't think any of them shot inside me. And who knows how many raw cocks have fucked me in bath houses... But to the best of my knowledge, I'm neg. But I don't really know because I've never been tested. So much barebacking with guys AND girls, but yet I still consider myself to be neg. Because I haven't been fucked in over 6 years and I've barebacked with every girl I've been with in those years. But none of them have turned up poz. So I think I'm neg, but then again, ya never know.... And what I feel is the truth, is that I'd prefer to stay neg. Just seems like the smart thing to do. But why is it that I can't stop thinking about giving myself over to some random POZ top who loads me up with his bug filled seed? I try to be good. I really do. I've somehow managed to not get fucked for so long. I've come close three times, all with poz tops. But just my luck, good or bad, each time the top wouldn't fuck me because I told him I am neg. I absolutely ache to feel a hard raw cock slide inside me, knowing the guy is HIV positive. I want to feel fear and lust all in one heartbeat. And I want to feel him go past the point of no return and flood my guts with his poz babies. I need to man the fuck up and just do it already. But until then, I devour the stories on here. And the thing is, I am to the point where only poz conversion stories get me off. The General stories don't even get me hard anymore. I only want to read about a neg guy having his life changed by the cum of an HIV infected man. I actually look forward to the time when I sit down at the keyboard and write for you, the story of my conversion, whether by intentionally accepting a poz load, or getting stealthed. Either way I will share it with my new brotherhood. But until then, I'll read your stories. And continue aching.

he grabbed onto my the front of my thighs and pushed into me. instinctively i tried to pull away and reached back with one hand to push him away. it was like trying to move a safe alone. he simply kept pulling me back onto him while telling me to relax my ass. i tried. i really did, but for some reason with me, it always hurts at first. if a guy takes it out all the way, then puts it back in, it usually works better for me. i told him this and amazingly he did. i rested my chest against the bed, i was already breathing heavy. my hole was already throbbing. his head is huge. "get up boy" he said (or something like that) and i pushed myself up and he pushed himself in. all the way. he kept moaning "yeah, fuck yeah boy, fuck yeah" until i felt his balls against mine. blessedly, once he was all the way in, he just held it there. i could feel him twitching inside me. "fuck youre tight boy" "you love that big cock dont you" i couldnt talk. i could just.. pant and moan. he started fucking me, and .... ive never had it like i had it with him. i still cant come up with words. it hurt. but it felt amazing. i could feel his fingers digging into my thighs as he held me in a death grip. everytime hed sink into me, id try to relax my butt and to make it go easier, but as soon as he started to pull out, i would reflexively tighten up on him. he fucked me till i thought i couldnt take it anymore, then i felt his chest against my back as he laid down on top of me. im little. there was no way i could support both of us, so i collapsed onto the bed, taking him with me, and he really started to fuck me. his arms wraped around under me and locked me in place and of their own volition my knees bent and my feet came up off the bed. he was grunting in my ear and i knew, being utterly overloaded that i was gonna lose it soon. finally he slammed into me as far as he could go. i could feel him throbbing inside me. the noise that that motion pushed out of me ...was frankly embarrasing. i squeaked like a surprised mouse. he laid on top of me for a while, and for a wonder i felt his hand just gently stroking my side. it was the first time he had ever really been gentle with me. i couldnt help but notice that his cock, still firmly inside me, hadnt lost an ounce of its hardness. "mmmmmmm" he moaned in my ear and pushed himself off me. i could feel the sweat on his chest through his shirt he hadnt even taken off yet. he pulled out of me, and it felt like someone pulled the plug on me. he got real quiet and i started to get nervous again. i looked behind me and he was kneeling straddling me again. he asked me if i was ok and i told him yeah. he asked me if i was sure, and i told him yeah again. his hand moved and i felt his finger at my hole again. he touched it and i winced. he ran his finger down to my balls and it was then i became aware of the wetness. he held his finger up and it was red. its embarrasing, if i go a couple days it seems like without having sex, when i DO have sex i almost always bleed a little. i didnt know how to tell him this. he asked me i wanted him to stop. i did want him to stop. i was sore. but something held my tongue. i couldnt just say the word. it wouldnt come out. he told me to roll over. this is my fave way to get fucked. i rolled over and without further ado, he grabbed my ankles and lifted them up in the air. i could feel the cold air on my hole. he leaned forward and i felt his cock push against me. "look at me" he told me in that tone that both scares and excites me. i normally keep my eyes closed when im doing it. it helps with the whole me not cumming thing. he wouldnt let me. he sank back into me and i cried out again and instantly put my hands on his thighs to try and control his depth. i had no leverage however as he was holding onto my ankles and was much stronger than me. everytime i tried to close my eyes, he would snap at me to open them and look at him. he took my hole to places it have never been. he was amazing. he would fuck me so hard. he would push my knees to my chest and just ...rail on me and as soon as i knew i was gonna shoot, he would stop, pull out till just the head was in and just hold me there. i was almost crying. he knew what he was doing. the whole time he had this grin/smirk on his face and the most intense look in his eyes. it was one of the hardest things ive ever had to do, maintaining eye contact with him.

i had sex with a guy who emailed me from my ad on craigslist today. he picked me up from school and took me back to my place where he fucked me really quick before my mom and brothers came home. he was really cute, hes a young dad, he has a wife and kid and i dont know, it made it even sexier to me. i still feel him inside me. its so sexy to me to be cooking dinner talking to my brothers like nothing happened and feeling wet still. im weird. lol

That's an incredible story, and you describe it so well. I used to go out to Jersey City from NYC occasionally, and enjoyed some very hot hookups in the process. Thanks for sharing your hot adventures with us. You're an excellent writer

Years ago found my younger brother on a hook up site......I messed with him on line for a while......until I finally got him to come clean about being as queer as I am. Recently hired a new sales guy.....and found him on grindr......don't fish off the company pier so never mentioned it.

I found my older son online with a profile on a gay platform. But that was when I knew already that he sucks cock. We're pretty open about this, and he brings his boyfriend over night when he visits me. Don't even know if this profile still exists. More than once I saw also teachers of my sons with such profiles but never had any contact with them. Co workers I found a lot over the years, but mostly those who I didn't like or want, or who I knew that they didn't want me. I never needed to go online with Co workers anyway. Had to share rooms with tons of them over the years when travelling for work. Got a lot of loads, even from str8 married guys.

SPONTANEOUS CHASING -THE FINAL CHAPTER I didn't know how far Tom lived, but I was in no hurry to lose those poison loads I'd worked so hard to get. So instead of just pushing them out, I let them ooze out of my sloppy loose hole naturally. Before long I was quite enjoying the bumpy ride, with each bump making my naked ass squish around in the puddle of cum. It was quite a sexy feeling and my stiff dick was bouncing around in my lap like one of those dolls people put on the dashboard of their cars. Tom slowed the car after a few minutes, and reached down beneath my seat. I heard him click something, and then shoved the seat back as far as it could go. "Get on the floor and lick up some of that cum -but don't swallow it!" he ordered me. I eased off of the seat and got on my knees on the floor as he got back up to regular speed. I looked at the huge puddle where I'd been sitting, and could feel my wet ass dripping with cum, too, all over my ass and down the back of my legs. I couldn't believe I was about to stick my face in that mess of cum -it was the most piggy thing I had ever done. Fuck it, I said to myself. You wanted this. So I leaned down and slurped up about half a mouthful. Just the slightest taste of cum never fails to kick my sex drive into turbo, and I was fucking horny now! Tom reached over, grabbed the top of my head and pulled me towards his crotch. He had opened his pants as I was filling my mouth, so his huge dick was up and waiting for me. "Let's use that cum as lube, I want to get in good in your hot mouth," he told me. I kept my lips pinched tight right until his dick head was pushing at my lips, so I wouldn't lose a drop. I managed to get half of his big dick in my mouth and took a moment to swirl it around in the load mixture. He must have liked how it felt because he was growling in his throat. Then he put his hand on the back of my head and jammed me down, full length, onto his big meat. Fuck!!! I've never been the best at oral to begin with, not to mention taking a guy deep. Tom had his big dick wedged into my throat balls deep! I couldn't breath, my mind was exploding in pain, tears stung my eyes. This was nowhere near as enjoyable as when he was in my ass. He didn't give me time to rest, either. He began to skull fuck me hard and deep. The back of my head was pinned against the steering wheel, so he just kept hunching his hips up and jamming into my throat again and again. I was silently thankful that he'd gotten me to use the cum for lube -I couldn't imagine how this would feel without it. After a couple of minutes of this, he had worked most of the cum down my throat so he pulled back and told me to reload. I sniffled, swallowed, tasting cum and blood from my own throat, but I did as I was told. I slurped up another mouthful, and again the taste of that cum got me fucking horny as I was before. This time I dove down onto his dick! "Fuck yeah!" he roared. "That's a good piggy! Fuckin' take it! Yeah, we're going to make sure those toxic babies get into your blood one way or another!" Now I understood. He'd already gotten my ass torn up pretty good, and now he was making sure that my throat was raw as well. No matter, I was enjoying it. We repeated it one more time and then he told me to catch my breath because we were arriving at his house. We pulled into the garage and he closed the door behind us. Tom got out and came around to my side of the car to help me out. Then he carefully lifted the plastic sheet off of the seat, not spilling a drop, and carried it over to a rubber mat in front of the car. He dashed inside the house and came back with a black plastic bowl, which he let all of the cum slither into. I was surprised once it was in the bowl -damn that was a lot of cum!!! He's also brought us a couple of beers, so we rested for a couple of minutes and drank them, and then he told me to get down on all 4's in front of the bowl. He undressed totally so we were both naked now, and then he took a turkey baster, dipped it into the bowl and sucked some of the cum up, shot it up my ass, and then told me to get eating while he fucked me. Tom then jammed his dick into my cum-basted ass while I licked at the meal of cum like a dog. He certainly knew how to keep me wanting more. A whole damn bowl full of cum, fuck, that'll keep me horny for days!! He held my hips and pounded me fast, hard, and deep with every stroke. My mind was just spinning at this point. It was a high as if I'd been drugged and I hoped it lasted. A couple of times Tom stopped to suck up a little more cum with the baster and squirt it in my hole, and then he kept on fucking me. We were fucking non stop, in that same position, for nearly an hour. "Gonna get you pregnant, boy," he growled, and then he roared really loud, jammed deep inside of me, held my hips and unloaded yet another round of HIV cum into my tortured hole. I had pretty much licked the bowl clean of the cum, and now all of that toxic seed was inside me and not getting out. Tom yanked his dick out of my ass and a whole bunch of the cum came rushing out with it. I was so hard fucked that I couldn't clamp my hole shut and it poured out of me like a waterfall. He laughed and flipped me over into the puddle. I did enjoy that squishy wet feeling of my skin against the plastic. Tom moved me around in it, and then got down in there himself, rolling around until the puddle was gone and it was all over us. He crawled down and started licking around my ass, balls, and crotch, then met my mouth and stuck his cum covered tongue in. We shared a spermy kiss as our bodies slithered all over each other. Our dicks were still hard, but at that moment we weren't looking to fuck. From there we took turns licking each other clean of the toxic loads until it was all gone, each time slurping them between our waiting piggy tongues. Fuck I love wet sloppy messy tongue kisses especially when they're covered in cum!!! We lay there, tangled together, panting and out of breath, holding each other, and then Tom began to laugh. "Well, I don't know if it's what you went out looking for last night, but I think I got you fucked up good!" I hadn't been looking for it, but I know that I wanted it. And I was thrilled to have his babies swimming inside of me, getting me pregnant with his toxic seed.

Well i just use a calendar on the fridge so my hisband can see. Goal this year is 150 loads in ass, and not counting my husband of course. So far already 12.

SPONTANEOUS CHASING PART FOUR Exiting the back door of the club it was obvious that no fucking was going to be happening back there. There was barely any room to move, let alone fuck. So we headed out, at which point Carlton received a phone call and excused himself -work. Hey, at least I got fucked by that stud and taken his toxic load and didn’t even have to pay him for it! Tom took me by the hand and we walked back to his car, hand in hand as if we were boyfriends. I could feel cum leaking down my legs as we walked -yes, I was still plugged but my hole was gaping by now and there was so much cum in my ass that it just couldn’t be contained. I was glad to sit in the car, though I’m not sure how happy Tom would be that my ass was going to leave a big wet spot of cum. Also, sitting helped me keep the plug in place. Tom drove and at first I thought maybe he was going to head to another bathhouse or club, but we were heading out of town. I couldn’t even imagine what we were going to do out in the country. He pulled off at one of those public toilets that long haul truckers use, so I figured that he had to piss, though he could have done that anywhere. “I’m going to sit here for an hour. I want you to go into the bathroom and take as many of those trucker dicks in you, but tell them you’re only allowed to get their cum in your ass,” he instructed me. My dick had gotten instantly hard when he started telling me what he wanted me to do. Fuck, I loved feeling so free to be a total slut. Being a cumdump for all loads is something that I thought I’d only fantasize about but never actually get to live out. The bathroom smelled of men and piss so I could tell that it wasn’t often maintained -meaning I didn’t have to worry about getting caught. There were several men already in there, lined up against the walls pissing at the urinals, and from the closed doors to the stalls, a few in there as well. I’ve always been a little shy so I was debating how to get this started. The guys at the urinals had all glanced my way when I walked in. Mostly average guys, big, hairy trucker types. Eight in total -five at the wall urinals and three in the stalls. You never know if a guy is going to turn out to be a total asshole so this was definitely a risk. However, I had my orders. I walked to the last stall with the open door, walked in but didn’t close it. Facing the toilet, my back to the guys at the urinals, I dropped my pants and bent over. My ass was revealed and I thought I'd give it a few minutes and see what happens. “Fuck, what do we have hear?” one of the guys said playfully. He was the one closest to me and had just finished taking his leak, so I guess when he turned around he saw me. That was the intent, anyway. I felt his hands on my ass, so I reached back, felt his bulging crotch in his jeans. Good, he’s game, so I slid the plug out of my nasty cum-filled hole and stuck it in my mouth to clean off and then sat it on the back of the toilet. “You’re a fucking toilet pig, aren’t you?” he asked. “You want my dick in there?” “Yes please,” I groaned. “I hope you don’t mind taking raw dick because I ain’t got a condom,” he added, already feeding his nice dick into my wet opening. “Well, feels like you’ve already been taking it bare. Fucking slut,” he snickered, and then jammed all the way in. I lunged forward from the force, but quickly recovered and shoved my ass back to meet his thrusts. He fucked quick, hard and deep, and then grunted that he was about to cum. “You want my load? You want my load?” he yelled. “Yes please! Fill me with your cum!” I yelled back. He growled, held in deep and emptied his balls into me. “Fucking piece of trash,” he snickered as he pulled out and stuffed his dick into his pants and left. When I looked back all of the other guys were lined up for their turn, and the next one was in me in a matter of seconds. All of the cocks were different, some smaller but fat, some longer but average thickness. It was a good all around workout for my hole. Very different sensations from each of the men. The second guy had an average dick, and he liked to fuck slower with very intentional long strokes. He held my hips and slid his dick all the way in, then all the way out. I was loving feeling him penetrate me with every stroke, balls deep. He took about twice as long as the first guy, then blasted his load deep into me. He seemed to love my ass, and he kept saying, “Fuck, you’re so good,” while he used me. After he unloaded, he pulled out slowly and turned me around to lick him clean. Not wanting to wait, the third guy wedged his way into the cubicle and sat down on the toilet and pulled me down onto his 8” pole. From there he bucked up into me while I did my best to ride him and lick the second guy clean. The second guy left finally, thanking me for being such a whore. Now the fourth guy stuck his dick in my mouth while I rode the other. He seemed to get close to cumming fast so I pulled off. “Don’t stop,” he whined. “I’m only allowed to take loads in my ass tonight,” I told him, hoping he would understand. “You got someone owning you tonight?” he asked with a wicked grin. “No wonder you’re such a whore. I’ll wait and give you what you want.” The third guy pulled me down hard onto his lap and growled, “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Take it, bitch!” as he filled my ass with his seed. As soon as he was done he pushed me off of him, pulled up his pants and pushed past me to get out of there. I stood up and turned around again for the fourth guy, who immediately started fucking me. He would go fast and hard, and his dick was thick but not long so it felt good slamming into me, and then he slowed down for a few longer strokes. Then fast and hard again. “You sure you want to take it?” he asked. “Fuck yes, please give it to me!” I howled. He leaned over, his stomach against my back, and whispered into my ear. “I know all of these guys and we’re all poz, you know. This is one of our favorite spots to come and find sluts like you. You sure you want it?” I shoved my ass back into him and said, “Fill me with your toxic cum!” loudly so the other guys would hear. They all seemed to appreciate that because they started to add their own commentary as this guy finished with me, telling me I was a pig chaser, taking nasty loads, that they were going to fuck my ass up with their viral loads. All of this pushed #4 over the edge and he filled me full with his HIV cum, gave my ass a few playful smacks, and then eased out for the next guy. The next three guys did their thing very quickly, and then I was left with one. He was a big burly bear hunk and I was tempted to start drooling. He stuck his face in my ass and got some of that cum mixture all over his beard as he gave my hole a few licks to taste. “How many loads you got in this ass, boy?” he asked, his voice as husky and masculine as the rest of him. “I don’t know, more than 10,” I told him. “You owner is waiting for you outside?” he asked. “Yes, he told me to take as much cock and cum as I could for an hour, and only in my ass,” I replied. He pulled me hard against him and kissed me, lots of tongue and I could tell that he wanted me to lick his beard clean of all of the cum. So I did, and then he sucked my tongue for a minute to get it all. He led me out of the stall, the rest of the room now empty, and told me to get down on the floor, on all fours. I watched as he strolled around the room and finally spotted what he’d been looking for when he came out of one of the stalls. Dangling an anonymous impressively half-filled used condom in his fingers, he eased down to his knees and dribbled the load onto his hard dick and then slid into me. Fuck, this was so piggy and a little frightening -who the hell’s condom was that? As he fucked me at a very nice pace, he would drip more of the cum onto his cock on the out-stroke, and then shove it back into me, until it was all used up. He reached around and held it in front of my face. “Lick it clean while I unload in you” he instructed, now picking up the pace. Now I was really grossing myself out, but I stuck my tongue out and he slid the condom onto my tongue like it were a dick, and I licked it totally clean. I guess I wasn’t too disgusted with myself -my dick had never been harder and was bobbing furiously, leaking precum like nothing I’d seen before, as the big bear nailed me. The first taste of cum always brings the major slut out in me, so I only got more into the scene. Here I was in a public restroom, on the floor, getting fucked and bred by yet another stranger -and I’ve never been happier in my life. He growled like a true bear, and I felt his beautiful dick pulse and throb inside of me, draining his nuts into my super-sloppy hole. “You are one good fuck,” he said, waiting for his dick to start softening before making his exit. “I love sloppy seconds, but that was sloppy everything! I love pigs like you.” The funny thing is . . . his dick didn’t start to shrink. If anything, talking to me like that only got him harder. “Fuck, buddy, how about another load?” he asked me. “Anything you say,” I told him. “Let’s make this interesting,” he said, easing out of me and lifting me to my feet. Naked from the waist down, the big bear walked us out of the bathroom to the side of the building. “He your owner?” he asked, indicating the car where Tom sat watching us intently. “Yes.” “Let’s show him you’re being a good fucking slut,” he said, entering me once again from behind. I leaned my hands against the brick wall for support while this big bear rode me towards another orgasm. I just threw my head back and drank it all in. I was in sublime pig heaven. After a few minutes, with his dick still impaling me, he walked us over to Tom’s car and bent me over the hood. Continuing to pound me, I looked deep into Tom’s eyes. He had the biggest smile on his face, mixed with that look of total lust that is so hard to resist. We were grunting and growling as the big bear fucked my ass on the hood of the car, finally announcing through clenched teeth that he was pumping my ass full of his very high viral load. That seemed to really please Tom when he heard that. The bear’s second load felt bigger than the first, but eventually his balls stopped firing their poison spunk into me. He pulled out, slapped my ass and told me to get out of there. Without thinking, I went to the passenger door of the car and saw that Tom had put down a large plastic sheet over my seat. As soon as I sat down I realized that I had left the butt plug and my pants back in the bathroom. “Fuck that, you won’t need them,” Tom said, starting the car and pulling away. “While we drive back to my place, I want you to release all of that cum from your ass onto the plastic. I’ve got some plans for you and those loads,” he told me mischievously.

Well for me the goal would be to get on PrEP for free, which became available in France not that long ago, and then to take my first bare, and eventually first positive load, followed by many others I hope... Go to a sauna or club/bar, spread my legs in the darkness and let them inside, enjoy that intimacy with complete strangers, with the mixed smell of sweat, cum and poppers, feel them bust into my guts, just to feel free, to feel liberated and finally get rid of fear by letting them enjoy my naked body for their sole pleasure without caring about their status or identity. But none of this for now. The hormones blur my brain and torture my senses. I still have to wait...

The unrealistic - at least, highly unlikely - fantasy is to somehow hook up with an old school biker - big beard, long hair, hairy & tattooed body, ripe sweaty pits and foreskin, greasy denim, the works - who after he gets me used to taking his beercan cock deep and often then starts sharing me with his similarly hairy and raunchy riding buddies. Eventually would love to have him sitting on my face, my tongue buried in his sweaty asshole as he holds my legs out of the way for his friends to fuck me using his big, thick, creamy load as the lube. The (hopefully) achievable one is to find a bearded bearish top to breed my furry ass in public at the "Up Your Alley" street fair in SF. I've got jeans with the ass ripped out so it should be entirely possible to make a quick, hot plow 'n plant happen without attracting the attention of the Anti-Fun Patrol. A few acquaintances to act as a screen, one of the recessed doorways - there's a number of ways to make it work, I think. Any cum would be hot - but I have to admit it would be especially hot to have him whisper something like "Enjoy this POZ CUM recharge!" in my ear as he unloads balls-deep in my ass! Last year I had a man who pisses like a busted fire hydrant hose me down on the street - probably asking too much to have that happen while my furry cumhole is getting filled, but it's nice to think about!

Dad and Dave ask for Tom’s assistance. Tom was not the only boy on our radar for the new school year, but once we had met and we learned the truth of his parentage, it did change the idea of what our relationship was going to be. Rather than the typical convert and move on, he became a part of our family. It also helped that he was a chaser who would become a breeder, and had a ready supply of young college boys at his doorstep. But then, thanks to all the websites and apps out there, we had plenty lined up that were just boys to be bugged up and then sent on their ways. When Justin contacted us about meeting up and fucking, we had just found out that Tom and Rob had been charged up and were going to start spreading around our family bug. The only problem with Justin was that he wanted to play safe only, and our goal was to pass on our DNA and make sure it kept spreading. Since Justin and Tom were the same age, I came up with the idea that we Get Tom to convince Justin to let us bug him up. The next time Tom was over for dinner and fucking, I figured I would bring up the idea with him. “Tom, Dave and I have a favor to ask of you. You can say no, but I am sure you will be glad to help us out with this one.“ I said to him as Dave cleared the dishes from the table. “Sure Dad, you know I would do anything for you.” Tom said. “We had another boy contact us about fucking him, but he wants us all to play safe. Dave and I have stealthed guys before, and if what I have in mind fails, then we will stealth this boy too.” I began “I will give you his screen name, and I want you to befriend him. Once you befriend him, I want you to start planting the idea of getting bugged up into his mind. Convince him that it is hot and worth it to become a cum slut and take poz loads.” “Dad, I'll be more than happy to help you and Dave with this. I think that all boys should be like me and willing to take poz daddy cum and convert so they can be true cum sluts. Speaking of which, I have a hole here that needs some daddy dick in it, and then lots of daddy cum to keep it sated. It’s hot breeding the other boys at school, but I really want you both more than them. “ I was boned from the idea of my son helping us to convert another boy to our poz family, so I motioned him over to me. Tom dropped between my legs and took my hard cock out of my shorts and began to suck it. As he sucked on my cock, he stripped off his pants and began to play with his hole, getting it ready for the night. Dave stripped off his pants as he returned from the kitchen and knelt behind our son. Dave’s tongue took over for Tom’s fingers and soon Tom was moaning around my rock hard cock. As soon as his hole was wet with Dave’s spit, Dave got up on his knees and slid his cock into Tom’s hole. Tom moaned in pleasure as Dave’s balls hit his ass, and his cock stretched his hole out. I pulled my cock from Tom’s lips and helped both my boys to stand up with Dave’s cock still firmly planted in Tom’s ass. We all quickly got to the bedroom and Dave fell down onto his back with Tom on top of him and his cock still buried in Tom. Tom’s legs went up giving me access to his hole, and I quickly slid my entire length into his hole alongside Dave. Tom’s hole was nice and lose from the workout he gave it regularly, but with both our cocks in there, it was as tight as a glove. I began to thrust, and soon was giving his hole a real pounding. “Yeah, Daddy, Rough up that hole, give me more of your virus! Get me pregnant again," grunted Tom. “My boy wants more of daddy’s virus-laden cum planted in his ass? Wants more of the cum that made him knocking him up?” I growled at him. “Please Daddy, Give me your toxic seed! Always make sure that I am marked as your boy!” A few more strokes and I heard Dave’s breathing changing signaling that he was also getting close to giving our son another dose of our family’s toxic cum. I sped up my thrusts to make sure that Dave and I both shot at about the same time. A low growl began to come from Dave signaling that he was holding back from cumming. “Here you go, Boy. A double dose of Daddy’s charged cum for your hungry pussy!” And with a final thrust, I planted my cock deep in Tom and began to shoot, with Dave releasing his cum as soon as he felt my cock pulse as I shot into my son, our poz child. Afterwards we all collapsed onto the bed, and Tom reached over to what was now his nightstand and pulled out a plug. Sliding it into his used hole, he kissed both of us and got out of the bed. “If it's okay, I’m going to use your computer to see if Justin is online. Might as well start working on him now and then soon he can know the pleasure of having this filled up with poz daddy cum feeling.” “Okay,” I said, “just don’t take too long, Your daddies still have more cum for that ass tonight.” “Yes, sir!” Tom logged in to Adam4Adam, where we had met Justin, of course with his own account. He soon found that Justin was online, and sent him a smile. He waited a few minutes, and soon Justin sent him a reply, asking him what was up. “Not much, just cruising around on here, seeing if I can find a nice big-dicked daddy to spend some time with tonight. Saw we are about the same age and thought I’d say 'Hi'.” Tom replied. “Cool, so you like older guys too?” Came back Justin’s reply. “Yep, nothing better than getting an older guy to fuck you.” Tom said, making sure not to say anything about barebacking or breeding yet. “How about guys our age? You fool around with them?” “Yeah, my roommate and I fuck all the time, but nothing feels as good in my ass as the dick of a nice looking man old enough to be my father!” “Wish my roommate was gay. Then I’d have someone to fuck with any time. Unfortunately he's straight and is always bringing girls back to fuck. I don’t mind, since I get to hear him fuck them and imagine that they are me. But I really wish I had someone to fuck with regularly instead of coming on here and hoping to find a guy to mess around with.” “I totally understand. My initial roommate was like yours, but we moved around once I started fucking around with my current roommate, who is also a buddy of mine from my wrestling team.” “Cool. So you wrestle. Explains why you look so fit in your pics.” “Yep. I go to American, where do you go to school?” “Georgetown. It’s nice and I really like this area of DC so far. Lots of hot guys around.” “Yeah, lots of hot guys up here too, but like I said, older guys really get me going. Make me rock hard and just want to bend over for them to fuck me.” “Yeah, I have talked to a couple of older guys on here that I want to meet up with. One in particular really gets me excited. He has a husband, but seems they both play with younger guys.” “Really? What’s his screen name, maybe I have played with them. I have had a couple of hook-ups with some nice daddies since I moved here at the beginning of August.” “It is ‘RyanandDave2breed’. Have you played with them? They look hot, but the ‘anything goes’ kinda makes me nervous. I’ve only had a couple of guys fuck me, but it was always with condoms. I’ve never had a guy of any age fuck me bare.” “Yeah, they are hot. Have yet to meet with them. Trouble meshing our schedules. I’ve had a couple of guys fuck me without condoms, it feels great to be honest. Roommate and I fuck each other bare and we both love the feel of the cum in our asses. But then, I know it is not for everyone. I just think you need to live life with no regrets; know what I mean?” “Yea, I just don’t want to catch anything. Afraid if I did, it would show up on my folks insurance and they would cut me off.” “That would be a bummer, thankfully I am on the college plan and not my Mom’s any more so she won’t know if I catch anything. Hey, I gotta run. Roommate is back and he is begging me to fuck. Since I can’t find any daddy dick, gonna fuck with him. You are cool. Gonna buddy list you and maybe sometime soon we can meet up, even just for a soda or something. BTW, Tom here.” “Cool, lucky you! Guess I will just keep jacking off and cum before my roommate gets back. Justin here. Meeting up for something would be great; I need some gay friends here.” Before signing off, Tom sent Justin his phone number and told him to text him tomorrow and they could meet up over the weekend. Tom shut down the computer and headed back to the bedroom, after all he had two daddies who needed to have their cocks taken care of and he was sure they had recharged by now and were ready to bust more nutts in his ass. Dave and I did not disappoint him that night, and again first thing in the morning before we headed to work, and he went back to school. Tom told us he was meeting with Justin over the weekend, and he suggested that maybe he can convince Justin to a four way with him and Justin as our bottom boys, and pretending that we are all meeting for the first time. I love my boy and his devious mind. I am so glad he is now in my life and that he is helping us to spread the family DNA to every boy possible.

Rob gets Stuffed The weekend was all about Rob getting as many poz loads in his cunt as possible, but a couple of times he and I were face to face in doggy position as Dave and Dad fucked us both. We would kiss and make out as our asses were used for the pleasure of our daddies. I was amazed at the number of loads Dave and my Dad deposited in the two of us. Looking back, I think the highlight of the weekend was on Sunday when we all convinced Rob to take both daddy cocks at the same time while he sucked on my cock. It started off with Dave on his back and Rob straddling him. Once Dave’s cock was buried in Rob’s cunt, Dad got between their legs and slowly worked his cock into Rob’s ass. It was amazing watching Rob take both those cocks in his ass. I know from experience that taking both those cocks will really stretch you out and leave your ass gaping after they are done with it. With his ass full of daddy cock, I got on the bed and settled in between Rob and Dave’s faces. Rob took my cock into his mouth and Dave began to tongue my ass and lick the loads out of it. It was so hot for me to feel Dave’s tongue on my cunt as Rob slurped on my cock and nibbled on my foreskin. Since Dad was on top, he set the pace for the double penetration. I could see the base of his cock each time he pulled back. It was so hot for me knowing that Rob was filled with both the cocks that had pozzed me. And I could tell form the moans that were escaping from around my cock that Rob was enjoying being on the receiving end of this stuffing. Dad was taking it slow, really roughing up Rob’s ass and making sure that our weekend project would come out with a positive ending. After about 15 minutes, between watching Rob getting Double stuffed, Dave’s tongue lapping the cum out of my ass, and Rob’s mouth working on my cock, I felt my load starting to rise. I let everyone know I was getting close. Dad pulled out of Rob and moved back. “Get that cock in here and give him another load of that toxic jizz of yours," Dad ordered. I quickly moved between Rob’s legs and added my cock with Dave’s in his stretched out hole. It only took me a few strokes with Dave’s cock rubbing against mine till I pushed in and added more poz cum to the mixture already brewing in Rob’s cunt. I slowly pulled out after I had deposited my load in him and Dad quickly slid his nine inches back in. I moved back up to the head of the bed and settled back in between Dave and Rob. Dave went back to eating my ass out, and Rob began to clean my cock of the cum and ass juices that covered it. I could tell that Dad and Dave were getting close as both of their breathing had gotten staccato. Soon both of them growled and Rob moaned around my cock as he got a double dose of poz daddy cum in his well-used hole. I slid down next to Rob and kissed him as the two men finished depositing their last loads of the weekend into Rob. Dad and Dave slowly withdrew from Rob’s swollen hole, and in so doing, a small amount of cum dribbled out, but Dad quickly rubbed it onto the plug and slid it into Rob’s ass. Rob and I got dressed, and, with kisses all around, Rob and I headed back to our room to deal with schoolwork and get ready for classes the next day. That night, Rob fucked me with his more than likely last neg load as we were keeping the plug in him to make sure he absorbed all that toxic cum. Afterwards we snugged, and fell asleep in each other’s arms. A little over a week later, I woke up to find Rob sweat-soaked. I kissed him then fucked another poz load into his converting ass. He stayed in bed for the next couple of days and I made his excuses to the team and collected his assignments for him. Now that Rob was poz, we could begin our conquest of the team and other studs around campus.

Dad and Rob The next two night were more of the same, after practice and dinner, Rob and I would head back to our room, do any needed homework, then I would fill his ass all night with my poz loads. He never once asked to fuck me, it was always my cock in his hole. In addition to the first fuck of the night being rough and without any type of lube, after I had dumped that first load in, Rob would have me brush his hole roughly with a stiff bristle toothbrush he had found on Wednesday. I always made sure that it came out tinged with pink cum before my hard cock went back into his hole and stayed there for the rest of the night, dropping load after load. In the morning, after I pulled out, the brush went back in and roughed him up again. Friday, we didn’t have practice, so as soon as we were done with classes, we met in the room for one last session between the two of us. Since this was going to be our last time alone for a few days, we made it into a lovemaking session. Rob and I slowly stripped each other till we were both naked, our cocks pointing towards the celing. I kissed Rob deeply as we rubbed each other’s back and our cocks rubbed against each other as our fronts joined. I dropped down to my knees and began to suck on Rob’s thick cock. I soon tasted his precum on my tongue, and knew he was primed. I stood back up and we kissed again as we headed towards the bed. We collapsed onto the bed, and I got Rob onto his back. I straddled his torso and kept kissing him as I rubbed his cock against my crack. Each time his cock would catch on my hole, I’d try to get a bit more of it inside me, using his precum to lube up my hole. He moaned around the kiss each time his cock dipped into my hole. I knew he was ready to fuck me, and load up my hole before I loaded up his. The next time his cock caught on my cunt, I pushed and it slid into me quite easily. Rob moaned as his cock sank into me to his balls. I began to ride him, wanting to get his load into me. I kept the strokes slow, wanting this to last. “You are such a fucking tease” Rob moaned between our kisses. “I want your last neg load that you give me to be one that you remember.” “Well, why don’t you let me control this fuck so that you can get another poz load in my cunt before we meet-up with your daddies?” With that, Rob flipped me onto my back and picked up the pace on his fuck. Far too soon in my opinion, he planted his cock to the base in my ass and I felt each pulse as he shot his presumably neg cum deep into my ass. After all, we really had no idea if my poz cum had done its job and knocked him up yet; but until he got sick, we both assumed he was still neg. Once his balls had drained his load into my ass, he slid out of my cunt and laid down next to me. I rolled onto his back and as my cock probed between his cheeks, I kissed his neck and shoulders. When my cock finally caught on his hole, I began to slide into him. Rob let out a moan of pleasure as my balls hit his ass. I slowly began to slide in and out of his ass, making sure he felt every inch I was giving him. “Stop being so damn gentle, and fuck me into this mattress already!” I picked up the pace, and began to really pound my cock into his ass. “This what you want?” I asked him. “Yea, pound my cunt and give me your deathseed! Knock me up with your bug!” I loved that our sex always had this dirty talk in it since I had converted. I couldn’t wait till Rob was poz too and I could beg him to put his deathseed into me and the other guys from the team. I felt my balls begin to tighten up as my cum readied to shoot into Rob. “Here it comes baby, shooting my poz seed into you, getting you pregnant with my bug!” “Yea, Give me that toxic batter! Fill me with your bugs!” With one final thrust, I sank into Rob to my balls. My cock shot several times deep into him, filling him again with my poz cum. I kissed the back of his neck as my cock shot into him, and we laid there for a few minutes more till my cock softened and fell out of his ass. Rob reached under the pillow and pulled out the brush and handed it to me. “Rough me up before we get dressed and head over for our weekend.” I took the brush and inserted it. I roughed up his insides for several minutes with the rough brush. When I pulled it out, some of my cum was on it, and the bristles were a nice pink color. Rob took the brush and sucked the cum and blood off it till it was nice and white again. We both shared one more kiss before we grabbed shorts and tees to wear and slipped on our flip flops. No need to bring any other clothes, as most of the weekend would be spent naked in my Dad’s bed. It was a quick trip on the bus to their house, and Rob and I sat on opposite sides of the bus and kept flashing each other our cocks from the leg of our baggy shorts. A short walk from the bus stop, and we were at Dad’s door. Dad answered the door in just a tight pair of shorts, and Rob shot me a grin after he appraised my dad. “Nice, I think I will like getting fucked by him!” Rob whispered to me as we entered the house. David was sitting on the couch, naked, and slowly stroking his cock. “Come on in boys and get comfortable.” David said to us. Once the door was closed, Dad shucked off his shorts and joined David on the couch. Even though I had just cum a little less than a half hour ago, my cock sprang to attention from seeing my poz daddies on the couch, each stroking his hard cock. I also noticed the tent in Rob's shorts. We quickly stripped off our clothes, and once we were naked, David and Dad motioned us over to them. I let Rob lead the way so that he could choose which cock he wanted to suck on first. He dropped to his knees between my Dad’s legs and began to suck on his gorgeous uncut cock. I knelt between David’s legs and began to soak his cock with my spit. I looked over at Rob as David worked his cock deep into my throat; he was really enjoying deep throating Dad’s cock. I reached a hand over to Rob’s ass and pushed a couple of fingers into his hole, making sure that he would open up easily when the moment came for him to ride these two beautiful cocks that we were working with our mouths. Rob moaned in pleasure around Dad’s cock as my fingers entered him and my nails began to dig into his lining, adding to the abrasions from the brushing I had given him before we left the dorm. Dave noticed what I was doing, and placed a hand under my chin to bring my attention back to him. Silently, he scraped one of his fingernails against his thumb, asking me if I was digging in Rob’s ass. I nodded my head while still sucking on his cock. He gave me a thumbs up, and then pulled his cock out of my mouth. “Well, Rob, You seem to have good cock sucking skills, let’s see how that ass feels around my cock.” David stood up and I removed my fingers from Rob’s ass as David got behind him. He lined up his cock, and began to slowly slide it into Rob. “Damn Boy, you got a fine ass here! And it feels like it is prelubed too!” “That’s my cum you feel in there,” I said, “loaded him up before we came over here. And he loaded me up too.” “Nice, how many load have you put in him?” “I’ve been loading him up every night since I got back to the dorm after my fuck flu, so about 30 or so loads. And we’ve been using a brush on him too to help it take.” “Sweet!” Dad said, “Gonna make you into a gifter just like me and Dave, aren’t we?” “Yep,” I said, “and Rob and I are going to help spread it around campus, starting with the guys on the wrestling team.” “Yes, sir,” Rob broke off his sucking to say, “Once I'm infected, Tom and I are going to make sure we can spread your gift to every guy we can get our cocks into.” “Good boys,” Dad said, “but first we need to make sure that this bug takes root in you Rob. And to that end, the three of us are going to be filling you with our cum till you are knocked up with our virus.” “Well, sir, why don’t we stop talking about it and start getting that cum into me!” The whole time, our conversation had been to the beat of David’s thighs slapping against Rob’s ass. And from watching David, I knew he was getting close to dropping his first load into Rob. I am sure the poz talk had helped him get close quickly. “Here cums your first load from your new daddies," Dave exclaimed as he slammed his cock into Rob and began to shoot his poison load into Rob’s willing ass. As soon as he had shot his load into Rob, Dad and David switched up and Rob cleaned off David’s cock as I watched my Dad sink his beautiful nine inches into Rob, I kissed my Dad then whispered my thanks in his ear. Dad pounded Rob’s ass, getting his cock deep in there, probably battering past his second sphincter, to really get his toxic jizz deep into Rob. “Here’s load number two," Dad remarked as he shoved his entire cock deep into Rob and unloaded into him. With two loads in him, three if you counted mine from earlier, Rob’s hole looked used. But now it was my turn again on his ass. I shoved my cock into him and pounded him roughly as he held onto Dad’s legs and cleaned off his cock. Soon I added another load of my toxic batter to the mix that was brewing in Rob’s cunt. Dad grabbed the plug that each of us had used to hold in the toxic loads and slid it into Rob. “Okay, boys,” Dad said, “now that Rob has taken a load from each of us, let's go get some dinner and let them stew in there a bit.” The four of us got dressed, headed out to the diner where I had met Dad and Dave that first day. Rob would squirm every few feet as he adjusted to having the plug in his ass. Once we sat down, he was fine; the pressure from the chair adding to the pleasure of the plug in his ass. We had a pleasant dinner and the three men in my life learned more about each other, with me adding in bits and pieces too. Finally, after desert, we headed back to the apartment, and Rob’s date with a weekend of being a cum dump.

Pozing Rob Once my Dad and Dave had succeeded in loading me up with their poz seed, and I came down with the flu, though it was not the season for it, I knew it was now time for Rob’s conversion. Dad helped me through the sickness, (which was mercifully brief), and, in fact, had ensured it would take by filling my ass with every load he and Dave could get to cum out of their balls. After I recovered, I returned to the dorm and asked Rob if he was really sure he wanted to be Poz. “Dude, this is something that we will share for the rest of our lives. Something we can spread together and pass on. While you have been busy with your two poz daddies, I have been subtly asking around the wrestling team. Everyone in our division is either gay or bi. And not just the five of us freshman either! The two juniors, Jon and Seth, have been fucking each other since their freshman year; and sometimes they bring in a third guy to fuck with them. There are a few others in the other weight classes. Together we are gonna fuck them all, and spread our gift to all of the team. But first, you gotta give it to me. So let’s get naked, and get that poz cum in my ass!” I smiled at Rob as we both quickly stripped and jumped onto the bed we shared. I went to reach for the lube we keep on the stand, to find it missing. “Where’s the lube?” I asked. “No lube. You need to tear me up, gotta make sure it takes.” “Ok, but this might hurt.” “But it is going to be so worth it when we start sharing this around campus, buddy!” With that, I slid Rob’s legs back to expose his hole for my assault. My cock was already rock hard and had starting leaking my now toxic precum. I lined up the head with his tight hole, and looked into his eyes. I could see the want and lust in them as I quickly pushed all seven inches of my cock into his bare hole. He let out a groan of pain, and I saw the tears form at the corners of his eyes. Bu the grabbed my ass and kept pressure on it till I was firmly planted in his ass. I was purposefully rough with him for the initial fuck, drawing all the way out, then plunging quickly back in to his gaping hole. He didn’t want mercy for this fuck, and I was not going to give it to him; I was only going to give him my bug. Soon his groans of pain turned to moans of pleasure. I fucked him for as long as I could, but far too soon I felt my load building to release. A few more thrusts into his neg ass, and I was beyond the point of no return. “Here you go baby, my first poz load, and it is just for you!” With those words, I slammed my entire length into Rob and shot my first known charged load into another guy. It helped to know that he was wanting this from me as much as I was wanting to give it to him. We kissed deeply as my cock shot its charged load deep into his ass, and we kept kissing as my cock slowly deflated, but never got fully soft in his hole. Once I could, I began to fuck him again. My cock growing hard again in his ass, and my balls preparing another charged load to plant in him. We kept kissing all through the second fuck, a more gentile, loving fuck. The first fuck had already torn-up his ass, and made it receptive to the virus flowing in my cum. This fuck was for us, to cement the bond that would be forever with us. We might only be fuck buddies, but we were the best of fuck buddies, we were guys who would share DNA, who would be forever linked through a virus that we shared. All night long my cock stayed in Rob’s hole, never getting completely soft. I lost track of how many times I came in him. All I know was that when morning came, and I finally could cum no more and pulled out of him, the cum that was still on my cock was tinged pink and he was leaking slightly from all the cum in his ass. As we laid there, both basking in the glow of Rob having taken his first poz loads, we chatted a bit, and I asked “So, while I know you just took gallons of my cum, I was wondering if you would take more.” “I will keep taking your cum till I come down with the flu and am converted.” “I was thinking of not just my cum, but also maybe my Dad's cum. Since they converted me, they could help convert you too.” “You want the guys who pozzed you to also fuck me and breed me?” “Yea, I think it would be hot for us all to get together and both of us take their cocks and cum all night.” “You’d be there with me?” “Of course I would be there with you. You are my special friend, we’ll do so much together!” I said then kissed him again. When I broke the kiss he answered, saying "Let's do it." We got up, showered and got ready for classes. That afternoon I called Dad and told him I had bred Rob all night, and that he wanted both my father and Dave also to breed him. Dad was receptive to my proposal, and we scheduled the upcoming weekend for a get-together with Dad, Dave, Rob and me, during which they would fuck our brains out, just to make sure that we were both good and toxic to spread it to the other guys on the wrestling team, who, presumably, would spread it to others.

fucking a super duper chub. like 600 pounds of pure jello-ish white super fat older grandpa pussy.

Part two: So I get up and get dressed and take my sore ass home only to lay in bed and start putting my fingers in my ass while I jacked myself off; I even scooped up my cum and ate it and falling right to sleep. Oh the dreams I must have had that night I woke up with a raging hard on and thought about jacking off, but remembered I had to be at this rest area by noon and it was 9:30, so I get up do my chores and the scene from the day before kept coming back in my mind that just a day ago I was straight and liked girls, and in less than 24 hours I had sucked another guys cock, and a black one at that; swallowed his cum and got fucked by another guy without a condom, was I gay now? I didn’t feel gay; but my cock kept getting hard at the thought of me getting fucked like a girl and sucking off another man!! At 11:30 I bail and head to the park; scared that if I am not there on time this guy would show up at my parents’ house! So I am walking down the road to where I was told to go and found an old brick building off the road, there were several cars parked around, some guys were reading the paper, some were walking along the road by their cars, and some were empty. So I walk into the men’s room and sure enough the white guy is standing there next to the sink; Drop your shorts so I can see if you got underwear on, I start to look around and he yelled, NOW BITCH! I thought I was going to faint not knowing if anyone else was there, but I did what he said and showed him I didn’t have any underwear on. Take off your shorts and give them to me now bitch, then get in the cubicle. So I do it so he wouldn’t yell at me again, since I was no match for him since I was only 140 pounds at 5’11, I was called skinny Minnie in school, and hated confrontation. So I get in the stall and sit down,with only my sneaker on and the white guy comes in the stall with me and asks my name; so I tell him it was Chris, Dan is mine he stated, then he pulled down he pants and told me to get to work, I asked him if it was safe, at this point he grabs me by the throat and pushes me back against the wall and said you are a mans bitch now, you don’t ask, you just do; Understand you fucking bitch? All I could do was nod, as he let me go, he again told me to get to work, I grabbed his cock and started to suck on it. As I was sucking he gave me a bottle and told me that they call them poppers, like the one you had yesterday. So I inhale some and got a rush and started to work a little harder on sucking him, he said that is a good piggy bitch. The guy then pulls out this pipe and puts the lighter under it and starts to hit it a couple of times. He then told me it was my turn, well I don’t smoke, but is was to scared to tell him that; so he put the pipe to my lips and I inhale and started coughing really hard but within minutes I as so fucking high, I didn’t care who came in. I started sucking him for all it was worth but he pulled his cock from my mouth, opened the stall door and told me to go lean over the sink!! I walk over to the sink not caring who sees me and he tells me to spread em, sounded like a cop getting ready to search me. I look back and he is getting finger full of lube and dipping it into the same bag as yesterday and starts to push it up my horny as hell ass, I even found myself pushing back enjoying the feeling. I kept feeling higher and higher with every second, I was almost pleading with the guy to fuck me. He starts to laugh and told me I would be a pure cumdump in no time! He then lined his cock up and pushed in and I just laid my head on the sink submitting to another man who was now making me his bitch to breed and use, and I was loving it. Dan as now going to town tell me how tight of an ass I had and I would be well known in the park before the end of summer. I soon found out what he ment. Dan started to really slam his cock in my ass and I was now telling him how much I loved the feel of his cock and fuck me and use me anyway he wanted; again he laughed and said he planned on it. I hit the poppers again and was in overdrive pushing back, Dan asked me if I wanted his load pumping in me, OH GOD YEEEEEES!! FUCK ME PLEASE, cum in me, he then said I was about to get knocked up again with his babies, all I could do is beg him to impregnate me, put your babies in me, knock me up make me your bitch!!! I then felt that strange swelling and him breathing hard as he told me he was cuming in my piggy bitch ass and I would know it soon enough if I got knocked up!! All I could think of was carrying his baby in my belly and smiled as he pulled out knowing I was now a man’s property to use for their sexual pleasures! Dan told me to turn around and clean his cock off, I didn’t even think were his cock had been, I just got down on my knees and licked and sucked it clean. He then handed me my shorts and told me to put them on and to follow him, I of course did without worry………..

Meeting Rob Shortly before classes started, the wrestling coach had the entire freshman on the wrestling team come into the gym to meet and to see how we worked as a team for practice purposes. After everyone introduced themselves, listed some accomplishments, and fun fact we were divided into our weight classes. There were five of us in my weight class, so it was agreed we would round-robin with one guy sitting out and kinda ref'ing us. The first guy with whom I was paired-up was James. He was on the high-end of our weight class, whereas I was on the low-end. Even so, I was quickly able to pin him down and gain the point. James was cute, had blond hair, piercing blue eyes, and a nice round ass. I also noticed when I pinned him the second time that he was sporting a bit of a chub from all the rolling around. It wasn't unusual for us wrestlers to get a bit hard, after all there is a lot of frictions on your crotch as you are rolling around. We learn to ignore it, but I put it aside in my mind to see if I might hook up with him later. Next, I wrestled Rob, another guy who was towards the high end of our weight class. I don't know if Rob had read something of me that I didn't know I was telegraphing, but every chance he had while we wrestled he made sure that either his hand was on my ass or cock or my hand was rubbing him in the same places. He was definitely giving me signals that it was more than an accident. It was enough to throw me off, and he pinned me all three times. With his final pin, his mouth was near my ear and he whispered "I want us to fuck." As clear as day I heard his words. After he let me up, and we shook hands, it was my turn to ref while Rob wrestled Chris, who, like me, was on the low end of our weight class. Chris weighed 156, and stood at 5' 8", had curly brown hair and dark brown eyes. I watched the Rob and Chris wrestle, and looked like a good match, but I kinda kept an eye on Rob's grip. As far as I could see, Rob wasn't as grabby with Chris as he had been with me. So maybe it was my imagination that it had happened, or he was gay like me. Rob won again, so he went up against our final weight class team mate. Anton fell in the middle of our class at 158 and stood about 5' 10". He had black hair and brown eyes, he was the only African American on the team. Rob and Anton went back and forth, each would score a point after the other, finally I called it a tie as they seemed evenly matched between weight and skill. We all wrestled each other for the remainder of the practice. When Coach called the end of the practice, we all filed into the lockers and showered and changed. Rob was waiting for me when I got done, and asked me if I wanted company for dinner. I agreed, and we both headed to the cafeteria. Over dinner, Rob kept subtly flirting with me. Finally, I couldn't take it any longer, and blurted out "Look, yes I am gay. I think you are hot, though not generally my type. If you want to be fuck buddies, cool. If I have read everything wrong since we wrestled, then sorry. If you want to bash me, then I will fight back." "Wait, I'm not your type but you want to be fuck buddies? What's your type?" "Well, I like older guys. Daddies. But I am a guy and like to fuck as much as I can so I take the guys that are at hand. So, like you said, are we going to fuck, or was this a total waste?" "Oh Tom, I think this is going to be a great friendship with lots of benefits." With that we left the cafeteria and walked around campus. As we walked, we talked and discovered that we both were versatile, and both fucked bare. "Don't you worry about catching anything when you are fucking bareback?" I asked Rob, testing the waters of my other kink. "Not really, most of the STDS are treatable, only one you gotta really worry about is HIV. And to be honest, I don't even worry too much about HIV." "So, you make sure the guys fucking you are Neg?" "Nah, I figure that if I am meant to get it, I will. If not, great." "Have you heard about these guys called Chasers who go out and actively try to get HIV?" "Yeah, one of my buddies from high school is a chaser, though last I heard he was still neg." "Did you fuck with him?" "Yeah, we used to swap loads all the time. Like I said, if I get it I get it. Not going to discriminate if it's a good fuck." "Cool. I want to level with you. I'm really turned on with the idea of finding a Daddy who is poz and becoming his poz son." "Dude that is fuckin' hot! I think that I'd let you poz me if you convert." "Really? You'd become my poz brother?" "Yeah, I would. I think you are totally hot, and would do just about anything with you." With That, Rob leaned in and kissed me deeply. I returned his kiss, and reached my hand down to feel his cock. He grabbed mine too, but we broke away quickly, as we were out in a public area and knew if we kept going, we'd end-up fucking right there. "So," Rob said, "we've gotta find someplace to fuck, and soon!" "Yeah. What's your roommate like?" "Very hot, but I'm not sure if he is gay or straight." "Well, I know mine is a straight asshole. We've only been here a few days and he has brought girls back to fuck right in front of me." "Maybe he's doing it in front of you because he wants you to bend that hot ass over and make you take his cock," Rob laughed. I returned the laugh, adding "Nah, I don't want his tiny cock, but after I converted I'd fuck his ass." "Dude, you are so twisted. I love it! Well, let's go to my room. Let's find out if my roommate is gay or straight." "If he's gay, maybe we can both fuck him!" Rob threw his arm around me, and together we walked back to his dorm room. That night we fucked each other and shot a load deep into the other's ass. It started a great fuck buddy relationship, and after his roommate got sick of walking in on us fucking repeatedly that first week, we ended-up as roommates. His moved in with mine, and we now lived together. Obviously, his roommate was not gay, but was fine with us; in fact we often hung out with him and a few others who were not on the wrestling team. When I met my Dad online, I gave Rob the info in case I never came back, better safe than sorry. He was totally turned on the night before I was going over to meet Dad and Dave. That night, after practice and dinner, we headed back to our room and after stripping out of our clothes, he bent me over and ate my ass for a good 20 minutes. With my hole lubed up with his spit, and opened from his tongue, he slid his cock into me and pounded my ass till he grunted and dropped his load deep inside me. As he slowly pulled out, I kept my ass tight to keep that load in me. "Now that you have unloaded, ready for one of my last neg loads before I get pozed up?" "Fuck yeah, buddy! Get that cock in my cunt and drop that load in me." "Get on the bed, I want to fuck you on your stomach." Rob lay on his stomach on the bed, and I climbed between his legs. His ass was already moist from the sweat he had built up form fucking me, but I went in and ate that hole like a starving man. He was soon moaning and writhing against my face as I tried to get my tongue deep into his fuck chute. Once he was well lubed with my spit, I lined my cock up with his hole and slowly let my weight push it into him. He let out a pleased moan as my balls hit his ass. I savored the feel of his ass around my cock before I began to slowly fuck him. For a long time I just slowly used his hole like a fleshlight till I felt my load beginning to build. With that tingle in my balls starting, I began to fuck Rob hard and fast into the mattress. "Give me that neg load, just like you will those poz loads when you are all charged up," Rob moaned. "You want this load in your cunt?" "Fuck, yes Tom, give me your last neg load. Plant it in my cunt." A few more thrusts, and I grunted "Here you go, buddy. My last known neg load in your cunt!" I pushed in till my balls hit his ass, and my cock shot several loads of juice into his ass. I collapsed on top of him. We stayed connected and rolled over to our sides. Cuddled up, my cock still buried in his ass, Rob and I fell asleep. The next day I headed out to meet Dad, and my life would change forever. Once I arrived, I texted Rob and let him know I would probably be staying the weekend, and would hopefully be coming home with the bug incubating deep in my ass.

PHOTO SHOOT John opened the door, and though younger than I like, he was quite hot. Standing about 6 foot, black hair, grey eyes, and a well-toned body, he was the stuff of most gay men's wet dreams; he was just not my daddy, nor according to his online profile, poz. John invited me in and showed me the area of his apartment he had set-up for the photo shoot. "So, any ideas on what you want to wear for these photos?" he asked. In response, I pulled the clothing I had packed into a duffle out for him to look at and get his suggestions. "The dress clothing probably won't work for what you want, but the jock and singlet will get you tons of hits," he remarked, adding "How about some nudes? Tasteful, of course." "I'm willing to do them, but would rather have most of the photos entice rather than just put everything out there. Leave some mystery for when I meet up," I responded. "Well, it's your decision, so we'll do whatever you are comfortable with." I smiled at him, and thanked him for doing all this for me. At his suggestion, we started off with me in what I had worn over, jeans and a t-shirt. After I got comfortable with having my picture taken, he suggested that I lose the shirt and belt, and let my jeans fall down a bit. I agreed, and noticed that his eyes lit up a bit when I shucked my shirt and he saw my mostly hairless torso. "I have an idea. How about putting the shirt back on and I will snap some of you taking your clothes off." "Sure," I shrugged, "it can't hurt." So, redressing, I began to slowly the shirt off and John snapped away with his camera. After my shirt was gone, I undid the button on my jeans and let them slide down a bit revealing my boxers. John kept snapping away as I undid the zipper, dropped my jeans, and was about to turn away from him to pull off the boxers when John said "Wait. Here's what I think. Take off your boxers and put your jeans back on. Let's do that again but with you commando." I pulled off my boxers and slid my jeans back on, not bothering to do them up. Once again I turned my back to John and slid my jeans slowly down my ass and then down my legs. "Great! Now pull them back up, and lay down. Do up the zipper, and when I start taking pics, slowly unzip and I'll get your trail and your pubes. Keep your cock and balls down the leg." Again, I followed John's instructions and he snapped away on his camera. "Cool. These are going to look great! Why don't you change into the singlet and we'll get some shots of of you wearing just it." I quickly stripped off everything and slid my singlet on. John took pics of me in various wrestling poses, then we took pics of me slowly stripping off the singlet. John then suggested I put on the jock, saying we'd get the last group of photographs with me wearing only it. I slid the jock on, adjusted the straps and struck several poses. John snapped away. In a few of the shots I was on all fours, and John was behind me shooting pics of my ass. I looked over my shoulder and noticed that the nice bulge in John's jeans was now much larger. I figured he liked what he saw of me in this position, and I decided that I needed one more set of pics to complete my portfolio. I turned to face john, and crawled across the floor to him. When I reached him, I lifted my hand and grabbed his cock through the tight fabric of his jeans. He moaned at my touch and stopped taking pictures. "Don't stop taking photographs, John," I instructed, "Let's do one more set: action shots of you fucking my mouth and ass with this cock." "Are you sure you want that kind of photographs?" "Yeah. Take pics of me sucking your cock and you fucking my ass!" John set the camera aside for a moment to take his shirt off, then he picked it back up and pointed it down at me on my knees in front of his crotch, instructing me saying "Take my cock out and start sucking it, you slut." "Yes, sir!" I undid the button on his jeans and slid the zip down. He had gone commando, so his cock was easily accessible, and I pulled it out. He wasn't fully hard, but still he had a nice girth and length. As John stood there snapping away, I took the tip of his cock into my mouth. As his cock slowly disappeared into my mouth, my ass began to twitch with the thought of him taking photographs of the same cock sliding into my ass, lubricated only with my spit. For several minutes John snapped pics as I bobbed up and down on his cock, getting it wet with my spit and getting it hard so he could fuck me. Far too soon, he pulled away, put down the camera and took off his jeans. "Turn around," John commanded. I did eagerly, presenting my firm round ass to him. "Please fuck me, John, and capture the action in photographs." "You want me to fuck you in the jock?" "Up to you. You are in charge." John picked up the camera again, and I felt the tip of his cock line up with my pucker. I heard the click click click of the camera as he slowly pushed all seven inches of his fat cock into my ass. "Damn, your ass fits like a glove, Tom," he grunted, adding "I think I am going to fuck it a couple of times today. Gotta make sure we get some really good pics." I moaned in agreement, and honestly his cock felt wonderful in my ass. The camera clicked away as John varied his strokes between pounding my ass and long dicking me. After a long while, his thrusts became more frantic and his breathing became shallow. "I'm gonna cum!" "Shoot it in me! Give me that cum! Breed my ass!" "Here comes your first load, buddy!" With that, John went balls-deep into my ass, and I felt each volley of his cum as he shot about ten times into my cunt. He kept his wits about him and snapped pics as his balls unloaded into me. After resting for a few minutes inside of me, he slowly pulled out; snapping pics the whole time. With his thick cock out of my hole, it felt empty, but also was slightly gaping. John took pics of it all, and I pushed some of his cum out so he could take pics of his cum dripping from my used hole. He rolled onto his back on the floor next to me. I moved over and kissed him as he came down from the fuck. I reached down and grabbed his cock. "How long till you are ready for round two?" I asked. "Keep kissing me and I will be ready in no time." So we continued kissing as he played with my cummy hole, and soon enough his cock was rock hard. This time, John had me take the jock off, and we went to his bed. He had me lay on the edge, on my back, legs out to the side. He slid his hard cock back into me and again snapped pictures as he fucked my hole. "Fuck, it feels even better with my cum to lube your hole. You should see the froth I'm churning out of your ass." "I'll see it when we look at the pictures. For now, keep fucking!" This time, when John said he was getting close, I grabbed my cock, matching my strokes to his thrusts, and as he sank into me for the second time to give me his DNA, I sped up my strokes immediately blew my load, coating my belly and chest with my cum. John snapped a few more pictures of me laying there coated in my cum, his jizz leaking form my hole and a look of satisfaction on my face. "Ok, we should get cleaned up then take a look at what we got here." John and I showered, him getting hard again and fucking a third load into me. After we were cleaned off, and dressed again. John pulled the memory card from the camera and brought it over to his computer. He had ended up taking hundreds of photos of me. We looked them over, and I liked what he had done for me. The hottest ones were of him fucking me the second time and his cum making a frothy mix on his cock and around my hole. These pics were definitely going to get me laid. John burned all the pics to a CD for me, and then it was time to take my leave. I thanked him for a great session and the three loads in my ass. He thanked me for letting him fuck me bare and loading me up. I told him that if he wanted another session with my ass, with or without the camera, we could. He said he would see me online. I packed the disk in with my extra clothes and with a kiss, headed out. When I got back to my room, I put in the disk and quickly uploaded a mix of the clothed and nudes to my profiles, as I didn't want my roommate to see me doing this. I still didn't know how he would take rooming with a cumslut. John and I hooked up a few times before and after I met my Dad, but as soon as I was confirmed poz he didn't want to hook up any more. It was a shame really. He would have been a hot one to poz and add to the family.

---Continue--- The guy and two of his friends came in. In no time they were nude and behind me, lubing up their cocks. It stung at first, been a few weeks, but soon there was a rhythm, and then the guy came inside me. The next guy did the same, and so on and so on. Not much was spoken, just a lot of grunting, moaning, and slapping of a good hard fuck. These three guys taking turns with my hole, depositing three to four loads each before stopping and leaving. “Thanks for the hole cum slut.” One of them said shutting my front door. Only thing said the whole time. I let an hour go by, got cleaned up, then texted my boyfriend. Told him I was free and asked what he wanted to do. He texted back, dinner then a movie back at his place, and added that I should forget the condoms, that he wanted to treat me tonight. ‘Shit’ I thought, he’s going to let me fuck him? Bare? And the thought of what just happened a little over an hour ago went to the back of my head. Without thinking I left the condoms at home and headed to his place. We ended up grabbing more or less a quick dinner at a sub joint, chatted slightly, him telling me which games he played all day and how far he gotten in them. He had to use the bathroom quickly so he got up and to go. I stay seated, heard his phone vibrate, me being slightly nosy I looked and behold it was the same hookup app I used. I was wondering what he did on there so I took a look. Random Guy: Thanks for coming over last night. Random Guy: Your ass is definitely something. Huh? I thought, was he really hooking up? It doesn't bother me, considering… Oh, fuck, I should have brought the fucking condoms. Wasn’t long before another buzz came in, another conversation. Random Guy two: Thanks for letting me cum in you a few nights ago. Been a while and my GF doesn't put out, can we hookup again? Breed? So my condom kinked boyfriend was letting guys breed him? Well, sooner or later some guy probably will change his status. Hell, I don’t know my status anymore and pretty much it’s a given I have something now thanks to a few days ago and today. Might as well be me, right? I probably wouldn't be able to yet, don’t believe it would have taken full force by now I believed. I put his phone back where it was. Wasn’t long till he came back to the table then we left for his place. We got back to his place and it wasn't long before we were at it. Pants were going off, shirts flew to the side, we went to his bed. I started to blow him, slowly, then fast, then moved to his balls then landed on his sweet hole. I slowly rimmed him, lubing it all up. I grabbed the bottle of lube and messaged some of the contents of it onto my throbbing cock. Then I slowly entered him thinking about how my boyfriend is being used by random guys when I'm not around. The thought nearly made me shoot my load with only my head in. Normally during sex, I would have a condom on and could last awhile, but that didn't happen and cam in him after a few rough fucks into his ass. He didn't know I came yet and I was still hard and could go a second round. As I fucked him a little while more, working my unknown seed into him he asked for me to pull out before cumming. Second load deposited and still hard so I keep on fucking. I was sensitive, he was tired, an hour of fucking has to be a new record for us. He asked if I was close and I said yes but could use some more lube. He handed me the bottle and I pulled out enough to put some on my cock then shoved right back into his cum soaked hole. Only lasted a few minutes longer when I pulled out, jacked off and came all over him. We were tired, he asked me to stay the night and I said yes. I collapsed on top of him, we talked for a moment then drifted off to sleep. We woke up early and both were hard. We sucked each other off quickly before getting out of bed and getting dressed. I said my farewells for the day, hugged and kissed, the entire lovey-dovey routine then headed back to my place. Decided to take the day off from going into the office and work from home. Went onto the app, again noticed my BF was on, and didn't think much of it, we’re both cheaters, so what. Saw a few messages from that guy again. Decided I’ll check them later after I dealt with work and catch up on some video games. =========That’s It========= This time that is, though, not 100% I’ll keep this up, but I’ll try. Maybe. It’s fun. Again this is fiction. Nothing like this has ever happened to me or anyone I know. probably not the best second part, but can't be the worse.

Nothing goes together better than poz fucking and incest!

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