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Hey guys, this is my first porn story, so I hope you like it. There's plenty more chem-fueled pigginess in later chapters if you guys are into it. It was the summer after I’d graduated from high school in Dallas, Texas in the early 2000s. I’d come out a couple of years earlier, lost my virginity, and became a bit of a rebel. The thing was, no matter how hard I tried, what crazy color I died my hair, how baggy my jeans were, or how much I sneered and skulked around, I always looked like a sweet, innocent little boy. I looked maybe 15, max, but even that was pushing it. My skin was lily white and covered in freckles. I had curly strawberry blonde hair that grew out to be a big bush on the top of my head, small mouth, and big expressive blue eyes. I stood about 5’9 with a bit of a belly and the remnants of man boobs from growing up as a fat kid. When it came to guys, I had very little confidence at all. But I was horny all the time. All. The. Time. And from reading stories about older guys seducing younger guys on nifty.org, I’d learned that putting things in my ass was a hell of a good time. I’d put any kind of household object up there, tooth brushes, a wooden flute, even a small shampoo bottle once. I’d read all these stories about kinky sex that I wanted to try, but was too scared to look for or really even understand. But I did manage to meet up with a few older dudes for fun, but they didn’t turn out as hot as my fantasies were. So a week after my 18th birthday, there was a death in the family. I wasn’t particularly close to this great aunt, but my family all wanted to go pay their respects. My grandmother decided to leave me behind to run her business where she was the only employee while she was gone, and that suited me just fine. They packed up the car, and I promised to take care of her office, flashing my boyish smile. All was good. On the second or third day of me manning the place, one of her long-time customers came in. His name was James. He was about 6’1 with a lanky frame and salt and pepper hair in his late 30s or so. He wasn’t the most handsome guy, but he’d always been extra nice. I basically grew up in that office, so I’d known him for at least 10 years at that point. And every time I saw him he’d make sure to give me a big hug and would tell me jokes in the squeaky, over-animated kind of voice he had, like an extra from Mr. Rogers or something, but he always made me laugh. That day, I guess he’d been out riding his bike, because he was covered in blue lycra with a nice sized bulge in the crotch that I tried really hard not to look at for too long. I’d never noticed that James had so much going on between his legs before. “Hey, kiddo, how you doing? Where’s your grandma?” “Hiya, Mr. James!” I exclaimed. I called nearly everyone Mr. So-and-so in those days. I told him where she’d gone, but that I’d be happy to help him any way I could. He got this dark, mischievous grin for a second and said, “Oh, gosh, that’s right, isn’t it. I guess I must have forgotten! I’m so silly sometimes.” “You are silly without a doubt, Mr. James.” His voice was like a cartoon character. It was fun to have banter like we did when I was a kid, but I was clearly a grown man at this point. Mr. James seemed to have other ideas. I bristled a bit, but I was determined to prove that I was all grown up now. He demanded a hug, like always, so I got up from behind the desk and gave him one. I tried to be firm and manly to show him just how mature I was at that point, but when he wrapped his arms around me I felt this jolt go through me I’d never felt before. His grip was so soft and comforting. I felt so safe and secure there in his arms. The smell of his sweat and the lycra made my head spin. My breath was a little heavier than I would have liked, but he didn’t seem to want to let go. The hug went on a little longer than it probably should have, but then we settled back into our chairs and struck up a conversation. He was sitting right across from me with his legs spread in typical man stance. I could see the clear outline of his bulge in those blue lycra shorts, and it was making me hot as hell. The conversation was boring small talk, but he kept opening and closing his legs. And every time he did I couldn’t help but look down to watch his bulge shift and flex, and could almost see the outline of his cockhead resting just to the left of his balls. He pretended not to notice and kept the conversation going. But I just couldn’t stop looking at his package, and his dick, it just seemed to keep growing. I started to get a bit nervous, but it didn’t stop me from looking. I found myself just staring openly at the lump moving down his thigh, and the conversation trailed off. I looked up at him all sheepish for a second at having gotten caught, but he just chuckled his goofy little laugh and smiled encouragingly at me. But I was too dumbfounded to move. He looked down at his crotch and back up at me with a look of fake surprise, like he’d pulled a quarter from behind my ear and just discovered it. “Hey, hey! Look at that!” he said. Slowly he reached down, grabbed his cock, and waggled it at me with a playful little smirk. I was frozen in place, mesmerized. “So how long have you been into guys,” he asked the question so casually, but my heat leapt into my throat. “Um…a few years now,” I stammered. “A few years, huh? Well it sounds like you got started early.” “Yeah,” I said, laughing a little. “Have you been with a boy yet?” “Um…well, I lost my virginity at 15. He was 48, though, so not really a boy. And I wouldn’t say I’ve had good sex yet.” “Oh I see. That’s my precocious boy. Exploring what he wants before anyone expected. Have you ever been to a bathhouse?” “No,” I muttered, “I just turned 18 last week.” “Aw,” he said, with a little bit of disappointment, but he gave me this wolfish smile. I couldn’t believe I was being so honest with him. Something about him just made me feel like I could trust him. “Hey, kiddo, have I told you how handsome you’ve gotten?” I just blushed, not sure of what to say. “I mean you’ve always been a very cute little boy, but now you’re beautiful. Has anyone ever told you that?” They hadn’t, and it showed. I couldn’t help but beam at him, and his cock twitched. I flicked my gaze down and saw that his bulge had grown even larger. A wet spot had formed at the tip. My small mouth opened in surprise. James watched me and his goofy smile disappeared. He got serious and quiet. Suddenly he wasn’t the same old silly Mr. James I’d known all these years. There was this darkness to him I’ never seen before. Like he’d been planning to get me into a spot just like this all along, and I thought briefly about what I was getting myself into. “Let’s try something fun,” he said quietly. He got up, his cock now obscenely stretched against his hip. I could see every vein and the thick ridge of his cockhead. Methodically he strutted around the office, closing all of the blinds, his dick wobbling back and forth under the lycra, and I marveled at his transformation, how masculine he seemed, how in charge. I stumbled up from the desk and followed his lead, shutting the door and locking it. He turned to look at me with this sense of purpose in his eyes, like whatever he was about to do to me was inevitable, and I got scared. He checked himself immediately and the goofy smile came back as he flexed his cock. The wet spot got bigger. He spread his arms and did this funny little duck walk over to me that made his dick bob up and down with every lurching step. I couldn’t help but laugh and was immediately put at ease. He’d spent years perfecting the art of cheering me up. It worked every time. He came in for another big hug, his man-sized frame enfolding mine. I could feel his cock throbbing against my stomach. “Hey, kiddo,” he said as his hands slid down to hold my plump ass through my jeans. “How you doing?” “Good,” I stuttered. I was shaking like a leaf. “Goooooood,” he said in soothing tones and moved my hand onto his throbbing cock. It felt firm and full in my hand and I gave it a few little squeezes. He moaned and brought me in for a kiss, my neck straining back to accommodate his height. I felt his tongue pressing against my teeth, which was new for me. Wanting to show him just how much I’d grown up though, I just went with it. His big wet tongue invaded my mouth and explored every nook and cranny. I gagged a bit when he reached the back of my throat, but he just petted the back of my head and held me in place. Soon I was sucking on his tongue like there was no tomorrow. He pried me away and kissed down my cheek to my neck. I let out a little gasp and my whole body went rigid. It was the most amazing thing I’d felt up to this point in my life. And when he began to gently suck and lick, I couldn’t help but moan. Immediately he pulled back and laughed. Putting one of his big, hairy hands gently over my mouth. “I love your pretty little moans, kiddo, but you’ve gotta keep it quiet right now, understand?” I nodded. “Why don’t we go into the back for a while?” he said. And I hastily grabbed his hand and led him back to the little hallway where we had a tiny kitchen to the left, and the bathroom and a big pile of bird seed sacks to the right. He pushed me up against the sink and kissed ravenously. He unbuckled my jeans and they fell to the ground. My cock was harder than it had ever been in my whole life as he squatted down, took off his classes, and yanked down my briefs. My 6 inches of uncut boymeat bounced into the open and, without missing a beat, Mr. James swallowed up my entire cock in his mouth and started slurping away. If what I felt before was good, this was at least a thousand times better, and I bit my lip to keep from moaning. He reached up with his long, hairy arm and clamped his hand over my mouth while he mercilessly milked my dick for every bit of pleasure it could get. I got real close to cumming, I was right on the edge, but he pulled away as quick as he had started. He stood up and tugged me to him forcefully, spitting on his fingers and going in for another deep kiss. His fingers found my pink little boy hole and began gently circling, teasing, as he fucked my mouth with his tongue. His touch was electric on my hole and I moaned into his mouth, thrusting my hips against him. Firmly but gingerly he teased around the outside of my hole, getting each and every one of those nerve endings tickling. Then he pulled back his hands and his kiss and unzipped a pocket in his riding vest that looked to have a little sandwich baggy inside. He put two fingers deeply into his mouth, coating them thickly with spit and rummaged around in the sandwich baggy, covering them in white powder. “What’s that,” I whispered in a scared voice. “Just some special lube to help get you opened up.” ‘B-but it’s powder,” I stammered. “Don’t worry, it mixes with the spit once it’s in your hole, and then you'll start to feel really good.” And with that he shoved his finger inside me. I tried to cry out, but he planted his lips over mine as he wormed his way deeper inside me, stretching out my ring and making himself known to my tender insides. The finger burned like fire, and I tried to pull away, but he had me where he wanted me. My hole winked around his finger with the struggle and he slipped the other finger in and I gasped. My heart started beating faster in my chest, my hole started to loosen, and my horniness got ramped up more than I thought was possible. After a minute his fingers felt like magic inside me, and I unreservedly thrust my cock between his lycra clad thighs. I became acutely aware of his cock throbbing against my stomach and rubbed myself against him. “Hey kiddo, that’s my boy,” he murmured as he stretched out my hole. “That’s it.” All I could think about was how much I wanted his cock inside me. I needed it. I didn’t really like bottoming that much with actual guys, really, but I had to have his cock, and I had to have it right then. I grabbed his cock and gave it a desperate little tug. He laughed and asked if I was having a good time. “Yes, Mr. James.” I said, unintentionally mimicking the cadence I used when I was little. “Oh, good boy,” he said, his cartoony chuckle coming back. “I like that you still call me that. Now do you know what comes next, son?” “No, sir,” I said, but I really, really hoped. “Oh-ho I think you know,” he said, and twisted his fingers even deeper inside me I moaned and he withdrew his fingers. I felt so empty and scared it might be ending. “Why don’t you go get on that stack of bird seed bags, kiddo, and stick out your cute little but for me.” I giggled, and did what he asked. Once I was on all fours on the bird seed, I stuck out my ass and gave it a little shake, and Mr. James let out a low moan. I heard him spit on his hand and felt him move in behind me. He put up one leg on the birdseed next to me and soon I felt the wet tip of his cock moving up and down my crack. My whole body tensed and I stammered out, “D-d-d-do you have a condom?” “Uh-oh!” he said in a sing songy voice and kept rubbing his cock along the crack of my ass sending vibrations through my entire body. My hole was begging for his cock. “I’m fresh out of rubbers, little buddy. Do you want me to stop?” he said, swirling his hips and making my hole twitch and buck. I didn’t answer. “Because I sure will if you want me to, kiddo. Do you want me to?” Still I didn’t answer. “Huh?” he asked, poking at my hole with the head of his cock. “Huh?” he asked going deeper. “I mean…” I trailed off. He broke through the seal of my hole and sunk in deep. All seven inches of his thick cock were buried in me to the hilt, and I could feel his heartbeat through his cock in my stretched out ring. He smoothed his hands around the small of my back and leaned down to give me a kiss right between the shoulders, and I relaxed and let out a big breath. This was Mr. James, after all. He wouldn’t hurt me. “Mmmm, it seems like you might like that, I don’t know if you want me to stop, do you? Gently he made little circles in my hole with his fat cock, loosening me up. My hole burned, but it also felt better than any cock I’d ever experienced. I let out a little yelp of pleasure. “Hmmm, what was that? Did you want me to stop?” he asked, thrusting his hips in even deeper, giving me short little strokes as he ground around inside me. “Do you? Do you want me to stop?” The thrusts grew longer, and I couldn’t keep quiet anymore. “I want to hear an answer from you, little buddy, do you want me to stop, or do you want me to pound your fucking pussy?” I let out a cry of joy, pushing back on him. Trying to get more of this dick that was bringing me into a whole new world of pleasure. “That’s not good enough, kiddo. I said I wanted a fucking answer,” he said and he maneuvered himself so both his feet were on the bird seed bag, it bulged with our combined weight. He sunk his cock in as deep as it would go and leaned over to whisper in my ears. “Now, I want you to think about this and give me an answer like a good boy, okay? Can you do that for me?”. I nodded. “Now,” he said, grinding his cock in swirls, rubbing his leaking cock head against the walls of my ass. “Do you want me to stop? Or do you want me to pound. That. Pussy!” And with those last three words he would pull all the way out and slam right back in. A sound ripped from my throat. “Yes! Yes, please don’t stop!” “Stop what?” he said, back to the slow grind. “Please don’t stop p-p-p-pounding my—please don’t stop pounding my pussy,” I said, unintentionally slipping back into that little boy cadence. He groaned a deep throated groan and softly petted the back of my head. He leaned in close and licked my ear. “Then get ready.” What came next was an unrelenting assault on my hole. He fucked me deep and he fucked me hard, and he didn’t stop. He wrapped a hand over my mouth and pulled my head back so my whole back arched up, exposing my plump, lily white ass for the taking as he thrust in deep over and over. I freaked a bit and tried to buck him off, but he just held me still until I gave in to the onslaught of his cock. His breathing got faster, and his thrusts got more ragged as my hole squeezed at his thickness. “Unnnnh, little buddy, I’m gonna give you my load.” I struggled when he said this. I’d never taken a load before, and I was terrified. I always used condoms. Always. But he had me in a firm grip. His pounding kept going and going and going and I couldn’t stop the waves of pleasure he was forcing through every cell in my body. He let out a strangled cry, thrust in as far as he could go, and I felt his cock spasm over and over again. Wetness spread deep inside me, and my dick instantly got steel hard again. As he collapsed on top of me, the lycra of his riding fest sticking to my back, cock still lodged inside of me, I started to panic. Just like he always did, though, Mr. James calmed me down and we curled up together on the bags of birdseed, spoon style as he gently thrust in, rubbing his cum into the walls of my hole. With the intensity of the moment, I started to sniffle a bit, but he held me tight. “Hey, hey, kiddo. There’s no need to cry. Was that your first load?” “Yeah…” I said quietly. “Well then that was a big step you just took. I’m proud of you, little buddy. Good work. Did it feel good?” he asked as he spread his man cum around my tender insides. “Yeah…” I muttered. “Well then who gives a hot damn, is what I say. You’ve gotta embrace that inner pig I just saw, and I’d love to show you how. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Here, why don’t we get cleaned up, kiddo.” With that we got up and got our pants back on. Mr. James pulled me in for a big hug and rubbed my back in big circles. “That was a lot of fun today, but there’s so much more I want to show you. Here’s my number in case you ever want to try going to one of those bathhouses we were talking about.” I took the slip of paper he handed to me, and gave him one more hug for the road. “Thank you, Mr. James. That was a lot of fun.” “Anytime, partner,” he said, as he walked toward the office door. “Hey, have you ever tried ecstasy,” he asked? “No, but I’ve always wanted to,” I replied. He grinned that goofy grin. “Well, then, until next time."

I knew what I was getting into. I’d heard of Lawyer John’s notorious parties through the grapevine for years. My friend Con, who was a filthy gossip, pointed him out to me a few times in the nightclubs of Belfast. Lawyer John (our nickname for him) was pretty to miss though given his overall “too-hot-to-stay-in-Belfast” looks and physique. Lawyer John was a suave stunner in his mid-forties, with a gym fit body and expensive tousled “salt and pepper” haircut. He should have been modelling suits for Gucci or something, and not raising the bell-curve for us poor mortals who didn’t have any other option but to stay here in the North, drowning our sorrows as we were that night. Northern Ireland once again performed abysmally in rugby, getting trashed by the All Blacks earlier that day. Con’s favourite pastime, after a few jars, was nodding his head over at some poor trick in the club and divulging all his nasty secrets. Usually they involved Con, a quirky fetish and/or an STI. Con was an old-school gossip and would always start off in his thickest working class Belfast accent with the line “Didja ya see that wee lad there righ? Well…” At this point our posse would be leaning forward wondering what new tale of desperation or filth we were in for. With Lawyer John, Con would always drink deep from his Guinness, nod over at him and then launch into the following tale. “Did I tell ye lads about our friend Lawyer John over there. Mike (this was me) knows, but I’ll tell the rest of ye. Steer clear of that fucker. A right nasty piece of work they say lads. They say he hosts these parties y’see. Where all the A-gays of Belfast go and get gee-eyed out of it on G and E and coke and whatever else you’d be having. No condoms, no fucking sense, and a few prossies hired up from London or wherever. He works over in the courts too, so he should know better. Anyways, the parties always get really fuckin wild, and to hear tell of it, at one of the last ones there was a lad who overdosed. Some fucker up from Fermanagh, still wet behind the ears and looking for his bit of freedom from his mammy and the farm, thought he’d try his hand at hooking. Anyways as the story goes, the lad reacted badly with the cocktail of drugs he was on and it wasn’t till after the party that they realised he was unconscious and had been for about a day or two. It was then that they dropped him outside the Pipeworks sauna and called the police. Kid nearly died. Seemingly was left with some nasty nerve damage too. And that kid…” and Con leaned in here, building suspense, “is none other than Ugly Eoghan!” I’d heard it before so chuckled to watch the looks of incomprehension on our mates as they tried to fit the pieces together. Lawyer John was some jet-setting executive who probably had a sea of hot accountants who wanted him to write off their “bad debts”. Meanwhile Ugly Eoghan was the odd drunk that’d turn up outside the Kremlin as the crowd turned out in the early morning, trying to chat up the very, very drunk twinks outside. He worked the “going-home” crowd, cause he’d been barred from every gay establishment between here and Dublin. He was only in his early thirties, but had such a way with him that he looked at least ten years older and while there was nothing necessarily disfigured about him, he had a constant stoop, squinted eyes and a perpetually sneering mouth, so you couldn’t help but be repulsed by him. To think that this gay “character” had been created by the beautiful and sophisticated Lawyer John was a good yarn, but none of us really believed it. Sensing our disbelief, Con urged us “it’s true honest! Ugly Eoghan’s life wasn’t always the car-crash you see outside the chipper on a Saturday pawing at the twinks. But seemingly Lawyer John has high connections, and got the whole thing hushed up. The police, the other party-goers, even the sauna staff, everyone was hushed up”. We nodded as Con knocked back the rest of his Guinness and looked to see who was getting the next round in. He always got a bit conspiracy-ish after a few, talking one minute about chem-trails, and the next about how the fluoride pumped in Irish water was to keep people passive. A nudge knocked me out of my reverie. It was my round. I waited at the bar for the hot new barman Sven to get my drinks. Seemingly he had to learn how to replace a keg or something, but you’d forgive a white blond Nordic god a lot for a flash of his dopey smile, so I pulled out my phone and checked my apps. Grindr and Scruff were disappointing as usual, though my profile didn’t invite a lot of comment – it was just a torso like all the rest of them – showing off my six-pack from two years ago, which had since gone into a small hibernation. Not that most tricks minded. None of them looked quite like their photos either, and as long as I wasn’t, well, ugly Eoghan, and I shoved all nine inches of my cock into them, I heard no complaints. The only messages I had was from this hot nurse Gavin who I always had a great back and forth with, but who always chickened out of all the dates I suggested, to the point where I gave up trying. Sometimes I was in the mood to flirt with him, knowing it’d have no effect, but not today. Sensing someone pushing past me for a newly opened gap at the bar, I moved to let the guy settle in beside me. I did a very subtle double-take when I realised it was the devil himself – Lawyer John. He didn’t even notice me. He still had his head turned, taking drink orders off of some tall muscle-bound blond who’d be perfect as an extra in any World War 2 film, yellow blonde where Sven was white. I took the time to properly study the Lawyer-man up close. God, he was gorgeous. He’s one of those guys who looks so much better as a 40 year old than he ever would have as a 20 year old. His tailored shirt opening to show a defined lean body and sculpted lines across his collarbones, up his neck and in his deep dimples as he laughed at something the Aryan giant said. I waited for the polite “eye-contact” nod that in Ireland passed for “thank you for giving me space at the bar”, but the lawyer studiously turned forward and blanked me. Pfft. Whatever. I guess if you don’t look like you breathe the same rarefied air as these little gods, you may as well be invisible. I then heard the distinctive message tones from Gay-Romeo beside me. I looked over, and sure enough, Lawyer John had his phone out too. I guess little gods need a bit of help looking for love too. I noticed he was mostly scanning an app with a black and orange design. I leaned over a little further. It was called “BBRT” or something like that. I then heard the Sven clear his throat “Ah Mike, jour drrinks” “oh right, cheers Sven!” A few drinks more with the lads at the pub, then at Con’s house and eventually we’re all calling it a night. It’s proper late, by the time I’m back in my flat near the university, like 6am. I clumsily broke the laptop out and looked up this BBRT website. Bareback Real Time Sex, it said. I gulped a little. I’ve not usually been one for bareback – topping’s the same to me if I top protected or not, so I always chose the former. Up until this point I’d never successfully bottomed, with or without a condom, so I saw no attraction in barebacking. However, Lawyer John was on it, and who knew, maybe he was only a click or two away. I could beat off to some pics of him, no harm, no foul. I read through the usual preamble with starting an account, and then once I’d verified my email and put up the bare skeleton of a profile (Newry9inch), I got to seeing who was online in Belfast. This was a very different pool to the Grindr/Scruff guys. There were a few kinky bastards who revelled in anything pain related, a few kids that had the title Bug-Chaser in their profile and then me by the looks of it. Noone else was online. I went back to filling out my profile, deciding to put up a cock pic as my main profile pic (it wasn’t as if I was looking for friends or gym buddies on this site). Then after a bit more thought I added a headless nude shot and an over-the-shoulder arse pic. “Fuck it!” I thought and headed to the bathroom. When I got back, I was in luck. My inbox had three more messages from three different guys – not just the welcome bot. The first was a proper daddy type who wanted to spank my ass for being up so late. I chuckled, and politely declined. The next was from a blank profile online asking “u into scat?” I once again replied “cheers, but definitely not my thing. All the best”, cause I may be many things, but I always answer people, so there’s no ambiguity. I’m a motherfucking gentleman! The last was interesting. It was another blank profile “northernlights”, this time asking “u into pnp?” Now I won’t lie. I love me a bit of rolling with molly or speed-pumped sex, so this had my slut-senses tingling – could this be Lawyer John? I answered “could be. Why?” And waited… About half a minute later I get a reply. “We’re looking to score” and a link to a webpage within BBRT. I clicked through the link and it directed me to an expired party page from earlier that night– some sort of group page that BBRT did for people arranging group meets – wow BBRT really knew their audience! This page had the description “Party – Titanic Quarter for titanic men”. I snorted at that. The blurb below was written as if a size queen on meth – detailing all the types of men who could apply (a very select few) and all the guys who couldn’t. To be honest the description was a turn-off. One of those impossibly high standard parties that I wouldn’t dream of trying for after a few rejections earlier on in life. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I feel pretty hot – I rock the slightly rough/scruffy, three-day stubbled scally lad look, but I would never fit in with the built Abercrombie and Fitch crowd. My body was lean and I was an in-shape lad especially for my job (a journalist for a less than reputable paper… ok so, a tabloid journalist – it paid the bills) but I’d never have this party’s required “defined muscles” or “less than 5% body fat” (I kid you not – that’s what they wrote). The rest of post summed up that a group party had been organised (about 6 hours earlier) for the A-gays of Belfast. Good-fucking luck to ‘em I thought! I saw my inbox had another message and clicked it. Northernlights again. “u know any dealers?” I chuckled and then remembered something. Looking to my chest of drawers in the middle of the room, I pulled out my sock drawer and fumbled at the back. I pulled out my old metal tea-box that had my weed and the makings of my joints in, a few pills, and also… at the bottom… …Eureka!.. I found the bag of MDMA that my mate’s sister’s boyfriend’s friend left behind at a houseparty a year back. The lad went mental looking for it afterwards, but cause he was a dick I didn’t call him up a week later when I found it behind the coal bucket. It was about 10-15g of product, but I’d tried it, and maybe cause it’d be been left out somewhere humid, or maybe cause it was it was just a shit supply, but it did nothing for me. But there was enough here for a trade. Maybe I’d get some money for it finally? I messaged back. “None that are awake right now. My usual guy’s disappeared too. I’ve a bit of my own supply - MDMA here (10-15g), dunno how good it is, if you’re desperate? J” (Was the smiley too much?) Northernlights was quick to reply “Yeah would be up for that - could buy it – where u? Could send taxi round? We’re in X” Obviously I’m not gonna reveal where exactly the guy was – but it was a very swanky part of town. Northernlights sent me on details of the place and then signed off – “…Thanks lad. See you soon” No name. But honestly considering we’d just agreed to perform a crime online I could understand that. Nice one! I was gonna finally sell off my old stash and at least see what the inside of one of these exclusive parties looked like. The taxi came round 15 minutes later. I was barely out of the shower and into my cleaner pair of going-out trackies when I heard my phone go off. I grabbed my whole stash box and all the way there I was full of nervous jitters. I kept thinking I was going to end up at some weird “eyes-wide-shut” masked party. The apartment building was one of the very modern ones that went up as part of the Titanic quarter’s refurbishment after the peace agreement. I remember seeing it being built and even then thinking I’d never be able to afford living in a posh place like this. I rang the apartment bell. Elocution lessons answered; “Yars?” “Um, this is ahem, Newry….” “Oh roight! Yars yars, push the door when it buzzes” I made my way up. On the way up I kept formulating and reformulating the plan. See how much they were willing to pay to keep their party going. Get a good look around to see how to super-hot live and try to see a few fucking, to fill the wank-bank. Get them to order me another taxi. Would they stretch to a pizza too? Oh, but how to make sure this wasn’t an elaborate police op? Wasn’t that entrapment? Did that law even apply in Belfast? Better make sure to get them to do a line for free first. I got to the door. I rapped gently on it. No answer. I was about to ring the bell when the door opened and there in a red and grey silk dressing gown stood Lawyer John. A-Gay of Belfast numero uno! “Newry9inches?” he said, smiling at me, showing those dimples. Those goddamn beautiful dimples! I nodded mutely and he waved me in. He muttered something about doing business upstairs in his room as I looked around the split-level apartment. There were bags and clothes on most of the chairs and couches in the main entrance hall-cum-living room. The floor plan was pretty open and segued from living room to foyer to kitchen (which was divided from the rest by an outjutting counter) all across the entire lower floor. There were some shadowy figures in the extremities of the kitchen and living room, but before I could better make them out, John beckoned me up his stairs (solid oak beams projecting from the wall, no banistair, very swanky!) I clambered up behind him, getting glimpses of his very tan, very developed gym-toned legs, to come out on a long corridor landing. Everything was ivory tones and expensive looking. There were about four doors off the corridor – two guest bedrooms, the main bedroom and main bathroom. As we went into the main bedroom I saw the entire outer wall was one plate window giving a fantastic view back over Belfast City. The bed was massive and recently used and there was an en-suite bathroom to the left. John sat down on the bed and looked expectantly me… “The MDMA?” “Oh right, yeah let me just get that out” and I walked over to the desk. He followed behind me as I lay the bag of white powder on the table. I saw the remains of some other lines of powder there and a credit card. I turned to him. “Um, don’t take this the wrong way, but cause I’m not used to, um, normally, ever doing this, and how do I know this isn’t some police sting?” He laughed a rich baritone laugh at that and said something about the differences in UK and American law, and that he’d asked me to bring over with me to sell, which indeed would be a form of entrapment. He then smiled and said, “but if it makes you feel better, I can do a line in front of you now?” I nodded, and he took the bag from me and poured some out. Crushing it with his credit card he asked me to roll up a twenty-pound note as he scraped together four short lines. When he pulled back he waved me forward to do the first two lines – oh right – I weirdly hadn’t expected to be doing the MDMA in front of him, but fuck it. I ducked down, snorted them up and passed the twenty. Squeezing and pinching my nose I looked over as he rose from his lines. “So do you wanna sit down for a bit, to see if it kicks in?” I asked. He nodded toward the bed, snuffling back all the powder. I sat down on the edge, he sat beside me. “I think I saw you out earlier” I mentioned. He nodded. “Mike here by the way” “Simon here” he replied, extending his hand for a handshake and smiling. I started to feel something in the back of my brain, but I was never great with MDMA. “I think I’m feeling it” I mentioned, “but it’s always a bit odd for me, how about you?” I asked. He was raising his half-shut eyes and muttering to himself… Yeah he was definitely feeling something. “Oh yars Mark” “uh it’s Mike” “Sorry Mike. Yah I’m feeling it – that is …some good stuff you have”. He looked at me. His eyes were massively dilated. We said in unison “wow your eyes…” and trailed off and chuckled. I looked at this guy who only hours before had seemed a part of the frosty impenetrable A-gay elite rubbish of Belfast, and yet here we were now, bonding. It was beautiful. I felt Simon and I were having a special time outside of time and that I could suddenly confide totally in him. “You should laugh more dude, your dimples are gorgeous” He smiled at this, and replied, “you’re pretty cute yourself dealer-man” I got a cheeky thought “what else can you do to prove you’re not a police officer?” His deep chuckle was adorable. “Well what would you like me to…” We got cut off by a knock on the door, the en-suite door. “Hey Si, are you still with that dealer guy?” The door opened and a tall pale guy with jet black hair stepped in. He was wearing a towel around his waist and had obviously come from the shower. His body definitely fit into the 5% body fat category. I think I could have seen him on a Men’s Health magazine or something – he had a familiar look about him. Every random Latin-named muscle was on display and some new ones too I think. “This him?” he asked Simon. “Yeah, this mmmmm here is…. Mark..no Mike! This is Iain” Iain smiled and extended his hand to me. “Not named after the Reverend I assure you.” I laughed and still felt very odd to be shaking everyone’s hand at a sex party. He then turned to look back at the desk. His back was just pure sculpture. I looked over to see Simon/Lawyer John smirking at me, catching me ogling the beefcake mere metres away from me. I giggled and nudged him. Yeah ok maybe the MDMA was having an effect. I’d missed Iain’s request “What now?” Iain repeated himself “Is it ok if I sample a line or two” “Be my guest,” I sorta slurred out. Iain bent over the desk to crush out a line’s worth. I was looking at Simon. He had mischief in his eyes. “Iain” Simon called, “I need to prove something to Mike here” and reached over to his towel-covered ass. Tugging on the towel as Iain crushed his line, Simon succeeded on pulling the towel off, revealing Iain’s pale magnificent ass. Iain barely reacted, engrossed in his task. The twin globes were just that right blend of smooth and bubble-butt, spreading down into two tree trunks of thighs. A real rugby player physique! Oh shit, now I knew where I’d seen Iain before. He’s Iain the rugby player! The gay rugby player Iain Hawkins! He was the prop-forward for the Northern Irish team who’d recently come out and had all his family support him in the papers, and his… boyfriend! I watched him earlier today get trounced by the fuckin Kiwis! My tabloid journalist was itching at the size of the scoop I had in front of me. Belfast A-Gay number 2, Iain Hawkins prop-forward for Northern Ireland, showing me his incredibly fuckable ass, while doing Class A drugs. Another part of me took over as I refocused on that ass. “Mike” Simon called back to me, “I’m gonna do something I’m pretty sure no undercover cop would do” and with that licked a finger and started to pull Iain’s ass-cheeks apart. Then exposing Iain’s pink rosy hole, he guided the lubed finger into Iain’s hole. Working it in quite quickly I figured Iain had already been fucked this night. Simon replaced his finger with his tongue as he got up properly to rim his friend. I heard Iain groan in appreciation and follow it with one quick snort. I was rubbing my cock through my grey tracksuit bottoms. Simon winked at me and looked to my growing bulge. “Looks like your username wasn’t lying” I smirked and coyly asked “do you want to check for yourself?” as I stood up, raising my crotch to his head height. He used his free hand to snag my tracksuit bottoms down exposing my navy blue jockstrap and jutting nine-incher. Simon mouthed a “wow”, as most guys do. It’s not just nine or nine and a half inches, it’s also quite a thick girthy cock which often a lot of bottoms can’t work with – they think they can, but their eyes are too big for their asshole. Simon got to work, pushing the jockstrap pouch to the side and freeing my monster. As he started lapping on the underedge of my cock, I reached over and started rubbing Iain’s ass cheeks. Iain took another snort and wriggled his ass in appreciation, or at least that what I took his ass-wriggle for. Unopposed I moved both my hands to cup Iain’s ass, kneading and massaging, rearranging our trio so that I could bend over to rim Iain while still giving Simon clear access to my cock. Iain’s hole tasted beautiful. You could tell that the cunt has been used, I could even detect some cum that hadn’t been fully washed away. Damn right I’ll admit I look for a good sloppy-seconds ass when I’m whoring myself round. I steer the fuck away from virgins and twinks. Fucking a cum-dump’s ass where it’s cold and virginal on the outside, but hot and juicy at the core… mmm my version of heaven. After a few minute of rimming and sucking – Simon sure loved sucking my cock and I was feeling a little more adventurous. I was alternating my tongue and my two left fingers, playing Iain’s ass like a fiddle. Iain pushed his juicy orbs again back at us, Simon pulled off of me to come beside me and watch as Iain started twitching his ass. I kept a grip on his ass shoving my left thumb inside him. Simon grabbed and turned my cheek and we stared intensely into eachother’s eyes. Simon took a step closer and asked, “would a policeman do this?” and grabbed the back of my head pulling me in to a full-on kiss. Our tongues were running against eachother, his spit, my spit. As I kissed him passionately back I felt his robe fall open and felt my cock bounce and joust with his thick 7 incher. Every bit of his body was tan, including his cock. I ran my right hand up and down his defined body, running over each muscular ridge – I kept asking myself, was this really happening? I looked down to pinch myself and could see a pearl of precum had started to drip off of his hooded shaft. I started to bend my knees to lick up every drop from his precum-dripping cock – I love a dripper! However Simon held me back and wiped his steady precum flow onto my own spit slicked member. After milking himself this way for a bit, he grunted up at Iain, “look back for a second Iain” Iain, minor sports celebrity, minor gay celebrity for the UK had recently done a fashion-spread for GQ magazine with his boyfriend. Yet right then he was currently sporting just a white powder moustache and a smile. He looked back over his shoulder at my proud nine-incher slick with Simon’s juices, as Simon tapped my cock against his twitching hole. “Oh yeah Mikey, shove that gorgeous stick into me” All thoughts of his boyfriend evaporated, all my thoughts of safety evaporated, I needed those ass-pussy lips on my poor naked cock and I needed it now! Ok yeah, the MDMA was definitely working at this point. I didn’t wait for a second request and shoved my tool deep in that slut’s hole. And what a fucking hole, it was a prime hole – medium rare/pink on the outside, juicy yet well done on the inside. I was a bit worried Simon’s precum wasn’t enough lube, but Iain already had a least two loads in him giving my cock the lovely cream covering as I churned that gut-butter up. I gave that rugby player a fucking penalty, conversion and a try. In fact I lost myself so much in pounding that perfect white arse's hole I didn’t notice Simon was gone. He had gone around to salvage the MDMA. It seemed I ploughed Iain a bit too heavily and now the prop forward had it all over him looking like some Japanese Geisha or some shit. “Oh shit dude, you’re gonna get so fucking high” I laughed, but I didn’t stop pounding him.

Update! I've taken loads from my boss every single day since I made my first post, and it has been amazing. The two days after that post, I worked, and while my boss didn't drop any more loads in my ass on I was on the job, but he did insist I frequently suck his cock. He had me working on my skills at deep throating, an activity I had tried before. Generally I can keep myself from gagging, but I can't quite manage to get it down my throat, so he's been face fucking me, blowing loads right down my throat or on my face. He insisted I go down on him twice the first day and three times the second day, if one counts the head I gave him in his car after work. The real fun were my three days off though. He had me come over to his house, and gave my a dog collar to wear, and told me I had to keep it on in his home if I wanted to be fucked. And boy howdy, he fucked the ever living shit out of me. He seemed like a fucking animal. Oh, and for the first time ever I experienced a no-hands orgasm. It was both the roughest and best sex I had ever had. The second day was more of the same, with lots of practice in deep throating. In the evening he had a couple friends over. The guys were not really my type, but all of them had good-sized cocks, and well, my boss ordered me to service them, so by the time I went to bed that night, my stomach was half full of cum. I had have never done as much before, but I felt amazingly liberated. The third day was a lot more laid back. I think he needed a rest. So after waking-up he dumped a load into me, and then called his friends to use both my holes, not merely my mouth. I know I should be terrified of what I'm doing, and I suppose this all sounds so messed up, but honestly, it just makes me hard remembering it. The rest of the work days were most face fucking and one quickie. Amazing sex, but not as mindblowing as when I stayed at my boss's house. I just don't have the words to do justice to that experience.

Disclaimer for my shitty writing, but everything written here is true. The first time I had bareback sex was also the first time I ever had sex. After graduating from college in 2010, I moved to NJ for grad school. I created an account on Planet Romeo to meet up with the local guys, but usually it was just for a quick blow job here and there. After a few months, a guy messaged me, and specifically stated he was interested in my ass. At first I was a bit hesitant, but I desperately wanted to pop my anal cherry, so I made plans with him. We first met at a grocery store parking lot. He jumped into the passenger seat of my car and we started chatting to break the ice. I wish I could remember his name, but honestly he might not have even told me. He said he owned a painting company, working with clients and builders in the area. I couldn't take my eyes off this tan Latino man with dark glittering eyes, and a tight solid body. Maybe he knew I was a novice, he grabbed my thigh and gave it a reassuring squeeze, which got me rock hard. I told him that I had no lube or condoms, so he left the car momentarily to pick some up from the grocery store. After getting the essentials, we made our way to the motel. He grabbed a room, and I followed behind, my dick still hard. We began making out and getting undressed, no time wasted. I dropped to my knees and sucked his dick, doing my best to get him hard and wet as possible. He then threw me on the bed and we assumed the missionary position. My ankles were around his neck as he slowly pushed in, and he seemed to know how slow to enter into me. At the moment I was too focused on overcoming the pain, and pressed my hands against his chest to guide him. "Is this your first time?" He asked. "No," I lied, "It's just been a while. Can you get the lube and condoms?" He brought over the lube and we tried again. "I like it. Your hole is really tight," he said. I grinned a little, but mostly grimaced, but he finally was inside my ass all the way. Let the fucking begin! But at that moment, I just remembered, he was not wearing a condom. "Can you wear a condom?" I asked, looking up at him as he slowly fucked me. "Just a sec. If I pull out now, you'll be too tight to fuck later." I nodded, that kinda made sense. We began kissing, and I got lost in the sensations of his cock in my ass and tongue in my mouth. He gradually built up the momentum, and he soon began pounding my hole. Everything felt amazing, I enjoyed the way he varied his motions and speed, and also how he kissed me deeply. He slowed down after a little while and he asked me how I felt. I kissed him in response. "I think I might have forgot to mention something to you." He said while looking down at me. "I'm married. You okay with that?" I didn't know how to respond to that. I was a little shocked to hear it, but wondered why the awful timing. "To a guy?" I asked dumbly. "No, I'm no fag. To my wife." He said. He explained how he was discreet, but was looking for a fuck buddy on the side. He wanted someone he could call up anytime and fuck whenever he wanted, on his terms. "So, are you interested?" He said all this to me while he was on top of me, fucking me slowly. My cock got even harder, and I felt I was losing myself to the moment. "Fuck yeah." I gripped his arms and squeezed my ass around his dick. He pumped harder and asked, "You want to be my bitch?" It felt like dirty talk. "Yes, please. Fuck me." And fuck me he did. He quickened his pace and pounded my ass harder. He pinned me down with his body, so that I was unable to push him away if I wanted to. He finally came, groaning in my ear and collapsing on top of me. I felt my dick pulse too, sandwiched between our bodies. Then I remembered, he was not wearing a condom. I freaked out in my head, and freaked out even more for committing myself to be this man's bitch, whatever that meant. After we finished cleaning up, he made a big deal about having my phone number on his cell. He said if I ever get a call from his number, it might be his wife. If I answered, he told me to lie to his wife, and say that I was a client of his company. We parted ways and never met up after that. He reached out to me occasionally, but I was still too freaked out to even respond back. I still look back on that afternoon fondly, and I feel my fetish for barebacking came from this first fuck. My second fuck was also with a married man, which I will save for a later date, if you guys are interested.

I'd been a very careful bisexual guy for my entire adult life, always using protection, making sure guys were clean, the works. And even then, I rarely actually got with guys. But over the last couple years, girls have been getting less and less attractive to me, and guys the opposite, until eventually I just started calling myself gay instead. And I'd been developing something of a cum fetish besides. After a lot of soul searching, I decided to try barebacking, but each time I tried to arrange something, I ended-up chickening out - until yesterday. I recently had come out at work as gay at work after a brief fling with a gay coworker that didn't really go anywhere, and ever since I had, my supervisor had been...eyeing me. As a fairly well built black man a good head taller than me, he was totally my type, and there had been some rumors about him. Well, yesterday, he put to work with him on an assignment, just the two of us, in an area of our work without cameras. I didn't think anything about it at first, but as soon as we were alone, he locked the door to the area, turned around, and kissed me. I was pretty much instantly hard, though nervous as hell. After he broke the kiss, he told me he thought I was a 'fag' from the moment I was hired on, but wasn't sure. He told me if I was a good little fag for him, I'd get all the glowing reviews I'd want, just so long as I kept giving my me little white ass. He also said I didn't have to, and he wouldn't try to get me fired, but..well, he'd looked down at my pants and seen how fucking hard I was and was grinning. Anyway, agreed, though my heart felt like it was about to pop out of my chest. He kissed me again, holding me by my neck, before lowering me down to my knees, and I got to work undoing his pants. His cock was rather nice, not the largest I'd ever had, but as it was between seven and eight inches, and pretty wide around, I'd say it ranks in the top three or four I've encountered. After giving head for awhile, he told me to turn around and take off my pants. I told him I didn't have a condom on me, and he said he'd do it raw. I'd never been harder in my fucking life. I could feel my heartbeat in the veins in my neck and mouth as I managed to make myself agree before dropping my pants. I'd been gagging on his cock for awhile, so it was decently lubed, the best it could be with just spit and phlegm anyway. He plowed my ass like a fucking freight train against the wall for around forty minutes total, with a break in the middle after his first load. Two big loads of my boss's cum in my ass had given me one of the best orgasms of my life. I spent the next six hours of work with his cum slowly leaking out of my hole, and he had me again after work. Of course I can't talk about it on the job, but he liked my ass enough to tell me he's happy to make this a long term thing. Apparently he has two other "boys" he fucks, though not at work, so I'm 'Boy Number Three', apparently, 'Boyfriend Number Three', if I'm lucky, I guess. On the other hand, 'Boy-slut Number Three' also works, especially considering that fucking cock of his. Yeah, this has been kinda long winded and sounds more like a story written for the fiction section than real life, but I'm just naturally kinda verbose, and...well, it happened, and I don't think I'll want to use condoms anymore after this, with my boss or anyone else. I wouldn't quite call it a dream come true, as it's risky as shit regarding my job, but overall I'd say I'm waaaay happier now than I was a couple days ago, and certainly happier than when I spent most of my time trying to date girls.

It was bound to happen eventually. My private sex life finally crossed into my normal everyday life. From the outside the world saw me as a typical straight acting, skinny, furry, late twenties gay guy, they would never have suspected that I was such a slut. Until I applied for a job at the truck wash. I had seen the job posting online for a night cashier at the truck wash a few exits down from where I lived and had applied for it by sending my resume in an email. Unfortunately, just as I hit send and there was no way of retrieving my email I realized that I was sending my resume using my hookup email, takeloadsfromdads@yahoo.com. I tried in vain to press stop before the screen changed, but I just wasn’t fast enough. I tried everything I could think of to recall the email, but it was no good, it was out there. I imagined that some thick middle-aged human resource lady would take one look at the email and just delete it based on the email address. But what if she didn’t? I couldn’t reapply for fear that she would realize what it meant. If they contacted me I had already thought of a way to spin it into a freight meaning, I just had to think of what the acronym ‘dads’ might be. I let it go and kept applying for jobs the rest of the night. At some point I fell asleep at my desk and woke up around 11pm. There in my in-box was a response from the truck wash. My heart practically jumped out of my chest as I clicked to open the email. There was only one line of text, “If you really want the job, come down tonight before 4am. Craig” Now my heart was really racing. Had he noticed my email address? Deciding I needed the money more than my pride, I took a shower, then put on a pair of jeans, a pac-man t-shirt, socks and my leather boots. I would have put on underwear normally, but as I was tight for cash I didn’t want to spend money on laundry. I printed out a copy of my resume, put it in a folder and headed out. It was almost 12:30am when I got to the truck wash. It sat behind a truck stop next to the fuel island where the big rigs fill up. I parked my pickup and went to the window where the truckers pay for their washes. Behind the window was an older guy with tats, a grey fu manchu moustache, wearing a worn out Harley tank top. He didn’t smile or act like he gave a shit if anybody was at the window. He didn’t really even look up; he just knew somebody was standing at the window as he counted the one dollar bills in his drawer. “What.” “Hi, I’m looking for Craig.” He still didn’t look up. “Who are you.” “I’m Adam. I-I-I’m here about the job.” One eyebrow went up and he suddenly took an obvious interest in me. “Go around the left and knock on the door that says manager on it. Stay close to the wall in case the washer starts.” “Yes Sir. Thanks.” He grunted and I could feel his eyes on me as I walked away. I walked in between the machinery for the car wash and the brick wall that made up the structure. About half way down there was a door that said ‘manager’ on a well-worn plaque that was intended to be used in such damp conditions. I knocked and waited just as a rig started pulling into the bay. A man in his late forties with a little bit of a beer gut and a full beard just starting to go gray opened the door and motioned me into the office. To the left was a desk with a bunch of filing cabinets behind it and two non-descript office chairs facing it. In front of me was a couch that looked as though it had been there since the place opened in the early eighties. It was orange with wood accents and looked like it had never been cleaned. To the right was a two-way mirror that looked out onto the gruff man that had given me instructions and a door into his little area. I didn’t realize it until the glare of the fluorescent bulbs in the wash bay were on the other side of the door, but the office was pretty dark, most likely to make the two-way mirror more effective. “So you’re Adam. Here, sit down, let’s talk.” He pointed to one of the stationary chair facings his desk. “Thanks for getting me an interview so quickly.” He sat directly in front of me on the corner of his desk. He was wearing a cheap button-down shirt tucked into a pair of very old and worn jeans. There was a big worn spot over his left front pocket where his keys must have usually been. Due to how low I was and how high he was, my line of sight was pretty much at his crotch. I either had to strain my neck to look up at him or stare at the bulge in his jeans. “No problem. Have you done this type of work before?” At that point I started to relax and the situation went from hyper-sexual in my mind to just a normal interview. We chatted for about twenty minutes about my work history, all the time I kept glancing at his crotch. Every time I would look I would see something new. First I noticed that the thinness of the fabric allowed me to see the definition of his cock and balls. Then as a I kept answering questions and glancing I noticed the ridge around the head of his dick. As we talked and he adjusted himself I noticed he had a PA in the head of his cock. This got me so excited I had to cover my crotch with my folder to hid my semi-erection. “Well Adam, you certainly sound like what we are looking for. I just have one more question.” “Yes Sir.” “What’s that email address all about. Takeloadsfromdads?” I could feel myself get instantly hot and flushed. He just laughed a little, got up off the desk and locked the door that I had come through. I sat frozen in my chair as he moved behind me and sat on the couch with his legs spread wide. “Come here.” I got up with my folder still in front of my completely hard cock that was dribbling pre-cum in my pants and stood in front of where he was seated. He snatched the folder away from me. He felt my erection under my button-fly. “Looks like you could use some more room in there.” He yanked my well-worn jeans open and my six inch dick jutted out at him like a flagpole on a skyscraper. “Nice.” In an instant his hot mouth enveloped my dick. As he sucked my cock he pulled my jeans down, took off my boots, slipped my jeans off and put my boots back on me. His thick weathered fingers cupped my ass cheeks as he pulled me in and out of his mouth. Slowly and methodically his fingers inched towards my asshole until he was probing my ass up to his first knuckle. Feeling how tight my ass was he spun me around, bent me over and started deeply tonging me. He was so into eating my ass his drool was running down my taint and dripping off my tightening balls. His beard felt amazing against my hole! As he got my hole wetter and wetter he started getting one finger after the other into my ass until he had three fingers probing me. His rough knuckles were better than any anal beads that had ever been used on me. When he had my hole open and pliable he turned me around to face him. “Get on your knees and suck my cock.” “Yes Sir.” I lowered down onto my knees between his legs and undid his fly. He lifted his ass up, allowing me to pull his pants down. His thick uncut cock was only partially hard so the excess of his foreskin was loose and hanging from the end of his cock, held slightly open by the piercing through the head. His balls were huge and almost hairless. I pulled them out from between his legs, tongued them, rubbed them against my face and watched his cock get rock hard. “So you take loads from dads?” “Yes Sir.” “Where do you take them?” “That’s up to your Sir.” “Good boy. Get your feet up on this couch and stick that ass in my face.” I put a foot on the outside of either of his thighs as he grabbed my waist, pulling me towards his face and his tongue entered me. I was just able to bend over enough to play with his piercing and foreskin with my tongue. He guided my waist down until I could feel his thick cock and piercing pressing into my hole and then he let go of my waist. “Sit down on it.” I slowly felt the piercing and his cock push past my sphincter and gasped a little as my hole went past his thick mushroom head. “Come on whore, you can do better than that.” I tried getting more in, but it was so thick and my hole felt so stretched. Craig must have felt my resistance and was tired of waiting for me to get used to his pulsing cock entering me. Suddenly he grabbed my calves and pushed them out from under me, slamming my ass all the way down on his cock. I couldn’t help but scream from the intense pain. I could barely catch my breath. To take my mind off the pain in my ass Craig took both my nipples in his hands and twisted them hard. I screamed again and continued to try and get a footing or ahold of something that would let me lift off the enormous cock in my hole. “Stay still boy.” He grabbed my cock which was still hard and covered in pre-cum. “Looks like you like a little pain.” I don’t know if it was my internal programming or if I really did like it, but my answer was “Yes Sir.” He picked me up off the couch and tipped me over onto the dirty grey industrial carpet. My hands and feet were on the floor with my ass in the air. He leaned over, got the leather belt from his pants, looped it under my hips and fastened it behind me, effectively making a handle to use me with. With the feeling of spit hitting the juncture of his cock and my hole he started pounding away at my hole. The girth of his cock coupled with the minimal amount of lube that was drying up at every moment made me scream with every stroke. Every time he plowed into me and I screamed I could feel his cock swell with the pleasure of my pain. It wasn’t long before I could feel his warm seed flooding my ass and dripping out of my hole. He held me tight as his cock continued to pulse and push out the last remnants of his cum. He took his cock out of and yanked me around by my hair. “Clean off my cock.” Even in the dimly lit room I could see a slight hue of red from the damage he had inflicted on my hole. I could taste blood and cum as I sucked his cock clean. Once he was satisfied that his cock was clean, he pushed me back on to the floor. “Good boy.” I started to get up and was pushed down again. “You’re not done.” He put his pants and shoes back on and headed to the door that led out to the booth with the gruff cashier. “Stay.” “Yes Sir.” Craig went out to the cashier area and with very few words alerted the gruff man in the Harley tank top that something was waiting in the office. The man got up as Craig took his place behind the window. He walked in and found me on the floor. “Nice.” He patted his thigh like he was calling a dog. “Come here boy.” I crawled on my hands and knees over to where he stood. He patted me on the head with one hand while the fingers on the other hand probed my ass full of Craig’s cum. “Craig opened you up good.” He wiped his cummy fingers in my hair and on my face. “Undo pants and get my cock hard.” I unbuttoned his fly and pulled his cock and balls out. It only took a few strokes of my tongue and his cock was hard, resembling a long beer can. He pulled my mouth off his cock. “Go on boy, get up on the couch and stick that ass out.” “Yes Sir.” I got up on the couch with my knees on the cushions and my arms against the back. He slapped my ass hard. “Put your feet on the couch.” I put my feet on the cushions, but I apparently still wasn’t in the desired position. He grabbed my balls with one hand and lifted me up while pushing my feet to the deepest part of the couch, making my ass stick way out and keeping me off balance. Without any warning he shoved his beer can cock up my ass and fucked me hard and fast. I screamed for the first two minutes as he pummeled my ass. Once I got used to his pace I started to enjoy and want his cock in me, but all to soon I felt his cock explode in my ass. Once he had pounded his last drop of cum in me he took his cock out, wiped it off with my t-shirt and headed back to his position in the booth as he buttoned he cock back into his pants. Craig came back into the sad little office as I tried to catch my breath. He fingered my hole, feeling the huge amount of cum in me. “Damn, Danny really filled your ass up.” “Yes Sir.” He kept playing with my hole and rubbing his cock. Before long I was hearing the sound of the fly of his jeans being pulled apart and then feeling his cock stab into my worn hole. He fucked me fast and quick. It only took a few minutes before I felt more cum being left in my ass. As before he had me clean off his cock before putting it back in his pants. Craig threw my cum covered shirt and my pants at me. “Get dressed.” “Yes Sir.” Once I was dressed I stood in front of his desk. “Did I get the job?” He looked up from his computer and smiled. “Come back tonight for your second round of interviews.” “Yes Sir.” With that I exited his office, got back in my pick up and drove home. All the way I kept thinking how hot it was going to be to squeeze the three loads out of my ass and use it to jack off and finally blow the load that had been building up through three fuckings.

Got an instant message from a coworker this morning at work. I casually know him and I have always found him to be very sexy. He is a daddy type with a hairy body and stands about 6'3. He mentioned that there were some opportunities that I might want to discuss and he asked if I could meet him down the street by the park to eat. When we got there, the conversation was casual and it was all about work. After about 15 min., he asked if he could show me something on his phone. He walked around and sat next to me and showed me his phone. On the screen was my NKP profile and a conversation that I had been having with him for weeks. I have never mixed my wild/kinky side with work and I was speechless. Having someone at work know everything I get into scared me. He reached around and started rubbing my ass and said that now I knew his secret. Instantly I realized I was ok given the list of things he had in his profile and I got instantly hard thinking about everything we had talked about. There was no one around in the area and by this point, he had slid his hand down my pants and he was fingering my hole. There was a bathroom across the way and he said to go in and go into the last stall and pull my pants down and face the wall. I did as I was told and lubed myself with a ton of spit. A few minutes later, I heard him walk in and then come into the stall with me. He was rock hard and he had already spit in his hand to lube his dick. He lined up with my hole and started to push inside me. He was thicker than I expected and he wasted no time fucking me hard. He gagged me with his tie and shoved my face against the dirty wall. This guy started trash talking me and telling me how he was going to use me as his toy during the day and in the coming weeks. I couldn't say a word, but I moaned in pleasure. Within a few minutes, he grabs my hips and slams my body against the wall as he unloads inside me. When he pulls out, he tells me not to let any leak out and to sit on the toilet. I suck him clean and without warning he starts to piss in my mouth. At this point, he grabs the back of my head and says drink it. You know you like it. I swallow as much as I can and then start to gag. Luckily, it didn't get all over us. When he was done, he pulled up his pants and told me to meet him in the car in a few minutes. I did as I was told and we drove back to the office in silence. I wasn't sure what to say. Luckily, I had my gym bag and an extra set of clothes in the men's locker room by the gym. I went in and cleaned up, but before I went back to my desk I took a big taste of his load. You could tell he hadn't come in awhile given the amount that came out. He messaged me tonight online and he never mentioned this afternoon. He wants to get together this weekend to pnp at man's country.

1. It had been almost a year sense I had last seen Ben and my hands shook with anticipation as I tied my shoes. Ben had moved for work from New York to LA around eleven months ago. Before doing so, he had been one of my favorite tops. A tall lean daddy with a shaved head and full beard, he was a sight to see. When I first met him at 22 I was a young self-proclaimed top curious about bottoming for the first time, so as I moved out of the dorms at NYU after my graduation and into my first midtown apartment, I decided that now was the time. I had found Ben on SCRUFF having downloaded the app with no real hope of finding anything. In any event he certainly wasn’t the type for whom I would normally go. Old enough to be my father, he was shirtless in a leather harness - but for some reason I responded to his first message and we struck up a good conversation. After a week or so of chatting we met up at a bar one evening and hit it off surprisingly well. I think that first night I only gave him a blow job, and probably not a very good one. It seems funny now looking back that there would have been a time in my life where I could have resisted having his thick nine inch tool inside my hole. I was intimidated by his cock at first and it wasn’t until the third or fourth time that we met up that I finally found myself flat on my back his cock slowly being worked into my protesting hole. Ben had worked my hole for ages, licking and spitting on it, sliding fingers in and out, but that first time I took his cock was still agony. Yet, something clicked inside of my brain and I found a lust deep inside of myself that could only be slaked by his cock. From that point on he fucked me two or three times a week, ruining my hole for others. For nearly six months he used my hole, pounding away at me every change we got, till I decided I wanted to try something else new. Up until this point I had been taking his cock the, well, the ‘safe’ way, but I wanted to know what it felt like. Somehow I figured that the first raw cock in my hole ought to be the same cock that took my original ass cherry. So one day after slurping on his cock for half an hour I flung a leg over him and started to press my raw hole onto his fat cock head. Ben had just smiled and held the base of his cock while I slowly impaled myself. I took his load that day, and then every time he fucked me there after. Yeah, for a year and half he fucked me raw, filling me with massive loads from his beautiful thick cock. But then he moved away. We had kept in touch a little bit but nothing major, but when he messaged me a week ago and said that he would be in town for the weekend and had all day Saturday free. I knew that I would go to any lengths to get to see him again. The time had come that I was ready to try something else new and while in LA it turned out that Ben had become the perfect person once more to try it with. I was ready to take a POZ load in my hole, and Ben had converted just a few months after moving to LA. Now on meds and undetectable he as the perfect candidate, a baby step into this new exploration.

Jogged into the office this morning. Kept passing this hot fucker wearing tights with a very noticeable hardon. As we passed back and forth for a few blocks I also noticed a nice wetspot forming at the head of his cock. When we got to the lake, I thought I would take matters into my own hands and headed off to the restrooms. He took the bate and followed. I walked into the handicapped stall dropped my shorts to my knees and placed my hands against the wall above the toilet. A minute later, I felt a wet cock start to push in and sweat dripping on my back. Quick fuck but nice creamy load got deposited in my furtrap. I hope we pass each other tomorrow.

My rules of sexual etiquette for hooking up 1) Take rejection with good grace. If a guy is not into you, no matter how perfect he is for you, it ain't gonna happen. My practice is to block men who turn me down due to lack of interest on their part. It keeps me from bothering them in the future. 2) If a man shows interest but demurs due to commitments or not being prepared or whatever, take it at face value and with good grace. Always assume honesty. Corollary to one and two: When declining, always respond and always be honest about why you are declining. If you're not attracted, say so (nicely). Don't just ignore a message, and don't string him along. 3) Be honest in your responses. Keep your profiles up to date, with reasonably recent pictures. Especially do not lie about drug usage or HIV status (leaving those blank in a profile is OK, but if asked about them, respond honestly) Be up front about condom usage, PrEP and barebacking. 4) Have profile pictures. At a minimum, show your face and body. They can be private if you like, but have them to share. 5) Do not post a quick hook up ad unless you are ready to go right now. 6) Once you lock in a hookup (i.e. there have been an address and phone numbers exchanged) then no more cruising. Even while you're waiting for him to arrive. Take down any hookup ads and log out of hookup sites. If you're traveling, don't dilly-dally around, but get what you need and get on the road. From the moment you commit to a hookup to when you have sex, your focus should be on that one scene, not finding others. 6a) If you've been working a few guys in parallel and two or more pan out at the same time, let them know what has happened and offer to get together later. I guarantee you, if he is a real pig, he's going to understand. I always appreciate it when guys are up front with me instead of simply disappearing when things seemed to be going well. 7) Be understanding when scenes don't play out exactly as you had envisioned them. Sometimes this is a good thing! Go with the flow. 7a) If you are a top, understand that sometimes, shit happens, despite the bottom's best efforts. Be understanding. and be as open as you can to continuing the scene in other ways. 7b) If you are a bottom, understand that sometimes, no matter how hot things are, the top simply won't be able to get it up, or cum, or whatever. Be understanding, and be as open as you can to continuing the scene in other ways. Hint: pressuring a guy to get hard is a surefire way to keep it from ever happening. 8) In a three-way or group, try to pay attention to everyone involved over the course of the scene. 9) You are not the focus of everyone's attention in a group scene (unless the group has explicitly been set up for that purpose). Don't hog the sling. 10) Cultivate versatility. Especially if you're a bottom. You'll see a hell of a lot more action if you're willing to top now and then. 11) In a public sex scene, feel free to approach and offer to join in, but remember, no means no. 12) When posting an ad, offer broad guidelines for what you're looking for (age ranges, body types, demeanor). Be descriptive about your own appearance and interests (Hint: calling yourself "hot" or "good looking" is totally meaningless; you and I probably have very different ideas of what we find attractive) Corollary: When responding to an ad, read it first. If you don't fall into the guidelines offered (e.g. he says he likes men 30-50 and you're 21, or he's looking to get fucked and you're a bottom) then don't respond. And don't get offended by someone's preferences. Even if they're racial. Gay guys are in no position to bitch out someone for whom he is attracted to. 13) No hard drugs unless it's really that kind of party. If in doubt, ask. Ask before using poppers, 420, drinking, smoking, etc. Some guys are allergic; many rentals ban indoor smoking. And don't overdo it. Guys who are sloppy drunk can't get it up and give shit blowjobs. Bottom line: we're all here looking for fun. Be respectful, be considerate, and be attentive to your partner(s) desires. Any others?

After a long period with no sex am now home alone (yay) and have made a resolution to 1) go out there and get it 2) to fuck like nature intended and do it the proper way - RAW when ever possible. After a couple of let downs and no shows, first hook up on squirt was a guy I had met before. Hot 30 something skinhead with tats and a nice 7 inch uncut cock. He was in a hurry, so after some mutual sucking and heavy snogging he dumped a thick creamy load down my throat and went home to the wife and kids. Want that load up my arse soon. This was all so quick that I didn't cum, so got straight onto grindr and soon started talking to a 6ft4 36 yr old Polish bottom guy in the next town who liked older guys. Exchange of photos showed him taking raw cock, and yes we soon established that we both liked it bb. A quick car journey to his shared student house and I was on my back with him riding my raw cock. Having not fucked for months I didn't last as long as I wanted, but shot a nice load into his eager fuck hole. He didn't seem to mind not cumming himself and admitted he was just off to a local cruising ground for some more cum. Wonder if he was really neg like he said. Don't really care.... But the fuck u really want to read about was a couple of days later, cause yeah, I fucking needed some up MY arse. Buzzed a guy on gaydar who I had the pleasure of fucking a year ago. He lives a couple of hundred miles away, but the GPS showed that he was up the road visiting his family again. Now mike is also in his thirties, bearded 5ft9 or so with a nice six inches, a nice fit for my tight underused arse. He is the best Rimmer I have ever played with snoggs like an angel and is totally versatile. What I did not know is that he turned out to be multi orgasmic. So after shedding our clothes in record time we got down to some deep snogging and mutual sucking. After a while he pushed me down onto the bed and got my legs onto his shoulders and got his tongue up my arse. His stubbly beard rubbed round my hole as he got in deep, tongue fucking my arse and snogging my rim. After he had reduced me to a quivering mess (a good rim job will get me up for anything) he moved up on top if me and till his cock was pressing against my arse. No reader, it didn't just slide in like it does in the porn stories. We needed some lube and it fucking stung, but a few minutes later I was giving him serious encouragement to fuck me HARD and he certainly did. After a good while he was grunting hard and I was shouting for him to breed my arse. I asked if he has shot his load and with a shit eating grin he said 'yeah that was my second cum'. I had been careful not to touch my cock, and had brushed his hand away a few times as I had plans.... I got him on the edge of the bed and gave him a fucking good rimming. Hope it was good as the one he gave me. I soon lined my cock up to his arse and started to push. I am quite a big boy (8 uncut if u are asking) but he took it like a pro, needing no lube and quickly adjusting to my pounding. After a while he fisted his cock hard and said he was going to cum again, but I was ready and caught his load no3 in my hand. I pulled out of his arse, smeared his cum all over my cockhead and rammed it back in him, riding hard to his 4th load and dumping my cum where it belonged. Deffo one of my best ever hookups and a great way to get my arse bred for the first time in over a year. Wish he visited his family more often....

Super hot fuck just now with a hot muscular black security guard with 9.5 cut inches. He works in a condo building nearby and hit me up on a4a as his shift was ending. I sucked him hard, he slid into my hole no lube, pounded away and kept remarking about how wet my hole is. After about 20 minutes he bust a huge load of nutt that I felt shooting. He pulled out and I spun around to suck him clean. He said he will definitely be back

Part 7 I looked at my unconscious brother laying on the floor. "Oh Elijah," I thought to myself. "You have no idea what's in store for you." I didn't even know what was in store for me. Mr. Jackson held our destinies. One on the men bent down and checked his pulse. "He's fine. That dose of chloro will keep him out for a few hours." "Plenty of time to get back to the cabin." Mr. Jackson said, turning to me and popping a pill into my mouth. "This will settle you down and let you sleep. You've had a busy couple of days boy." It wasn't long before It started to kick in and I felt groggy. Soon I was out like a light. I have no idea how long I slept. It felt like a couple of days. But the next thing I remember was waking up on a mattress on the ground in what was some kind of celler. As my head cleared I figured out my collar was chained to the wall and I couldn't move far. There was a jug of water within reach and I grabbed it, frantically trying to quench my enormous thirst. "Jacob!" I heard my brother loudly whisper. "You're awake! What's going on? Where are we?" I looked across the celler and saw a cage that contained my brother. It was about 3 feet by 4 feet, with thick metal bars. He was naked inside with a collar on like mind. His body had been shaved of all hair except for his head, like me. "What's going to happen to us? He was having sex with you, wasn't he?" Elijah grab the bars and shook them, tears starting to flow down his cheeks. "Pray Jacob. Pray with me for God to help us!" I looked at him blankly. "God can't save us brother." Elijah cried harder as he shook his cage. Then a door opened and Mr. Jackson came down the stairs. "I see you are awake now boy. You slept for several days. But now your ready for more." I didn't say anything as Elijah stared at him with rage. "First things first however. Its time for your brother to start his training." Mr. Jackson unlocked the cage and opened the door. Elijah crawled out and stood up, before charging for the stairs. A powerful jolt to his collar brought him to his knees, screaming in pain as he clutched his neck. "Foolish boy, you will learn." Two men descended the stairs and grabbed Elijah, dragging him upstairs. I could hear him yelling at the men as they disappeared from view. Eventually the yelling quieted down and Mr. Jackson unchained me from the wall and led me up the stairs. Elijah was strapped down to the fuckbench, his legs spread wide, his asshole exposed and vulnerable. His mouth was spread open wide with a metal contraption, keeping him unable to close his mouth. Mr. Jackson secured my collar to a ring and turned his attention to my brother. Stroking his bare buttocks, Mr. Jackson elicited a fresh bout of incomprehensible yelling from Elijah. He just smiled as he moved behind his helpless prey. Letting several gobs of spit land on his cock, he lined up the head right against Elijah's unprotected hole. The room grew deathly silent. Not even Elijah made a sound. Then he did it. Mr. Jackson plunged his cock into my brother as hard as he could, sinking it in one, long non stop lunge. I had never heard a scream like I heard from my brother. I thought he was dying. Tears flowed out of his eyes, snot ran out of his nose, and he howeled and bucked, trying to get away from the pole that had him impaled. Mr. Jackson just laughed and started ramming his new fuckhole deep and hard. I stared in amazement and pity as I watched my brother endure the worst pain he had ever experienced. Mr. Jackson's cock was coated in thick, red mucus as he plummeted the tight hole. Elijah just continued to scream. One of the men moved to my brothers head and grabbed his hair, pulling it up. Without pausing, he shoved his hard cock straight into Elijah's mouth and down his throat. My brother choked and gagged, spit and vomit pouring out of his mouth as his face was raped as hard as his ass. Both men relentlessly plugged his holes until they came at the same time, filling him from both ends at once. When they pulled out, Mr. Jackson grabbed me and forced his messy cock into my mouth to clean off my brothers rape juices. Then he looked at my sobbing brother, picking up a rubber tube and a needle. "I wanted the first one to be pure and clean. Now it's time to introduce you to your new medicine."

Part 6 The Sun was already up when we exited the bath house, the large plug lodged deep in my ass. I guessed it had to be Sunday morning. My thoughts drifted to my family. I knew they would be heading to church soon, then probably having a BBQ in the backyard, as they did almost every Sunday. I almost wished I could join them, but I was too far down the devil's path to return. We drove back through the city, with me on the floor of the truck, and eventually into a garage. I immediately recognized it as being Mr. Jackson's garage. My heart raced as I started to panic. Why were we here? Was he going to send me back home already, high as a kite and full of strangers cum? My mind raced as he dragged me into his house and upstairs into a bed room. He threw me on a bed and locked my collar to a short chain so I couldn't go anywhere, then he left me. I don't know how long I was alone up there, time was fuzzy to me. After a while I could hear the voices of my family in the backyard as Dad got the BBQ going. I thought of yelling out to them, but didn't know if they would even hear me. Plus I was scared of angering Mr. Jackson. I had quickly learned he had ways to punish me if he wanted too. After a while I heard voices downstairs, several mens voices, and I quickly concluded I was going to be in for some more fucking. Mr. Jackson just came up the stairs and released the chain from my collar. He then guided me over to a window. This window happened to overlook my family's backyard. I could see everyone. He then took my wrists and attached the cuffs to hooks that had short chain's hanging down, forcing me to hang in the window, arms spread apart. Panic surged in me again. If I could see my family, all they had to do was look up into the window and see me hanging there naked. I started to object and Mr. Jackson just silenced me with the ball gag. I felt the now familiar band go around my arm as I was once again stuck with a needle and the familiar rush rocked my body. The plug was pulled out of me and another strange man pushed his cock into me. He held my hips and fucked me while I stared in horror out the window to my family below. "That's it Slut." Mr. Jackson said as I took a cock up my cunt. "Look at your family. Look, there's Daddy and Mommy, and all your brothers and sister's. Look at them enjoying themselves while their depraved faggot son is taking cock right next to them! What would happen if they looked up here and saw you?" I shook in fear as tears rolled down my cheeks again. The man just kept fucking me deep and hard. "Oh look slut, there's your pastor and his wife joining them. Should I call them and tell them to look up here?" I frantically shook my head no as the guy fucking me dumped his load in my guts, mingling with all the other loads already in me. He pulled out and another guy pushed in. "That's right slut, take that cock like you were born to do. Watch your family while you get bred. This may be the last time you ever see them!" I cried knowing this was probably true. I could never return to them now that the devil had claimed me for his own. I just hung there as two more men came in and fucked me, adding more and more cum into my guts while my family ate below, oblivious to the depravity going on over them. After the last guy pumped his cum up into me, Mr. Jackson held a rag over my nose and mouth and I inhaled a new smell. Instantly my head spun more and my ass begged for more cock. Mr. Jackson just started putting fingers up in me, working them in and out. Deeper and deeper he pushed his hand into my wet hole until he pushed really hard and his hand popped through. I screamed into the gag as I felt his hand slide up deep into my bowels. I watched my family through tears as his arm pumped up and down, ripping my cunt further apart. "Take it whore! Take your Masters fist in your slutty cunt! This is your destiny! You are forever a worthless fuckhole for anything I want to put in you. You will never return to your family. You are mine for as long as I want, until I've used you up so much you'll never be good for anything else!" He grabbed my cock with his other hand and jerked it while he milked my from the inside. Soon shot after shot flew out of my dick all over the window as I jerked on Mr. Jackson's arm. When I had finished, he pulled it out of me. I could feel hot liquid running out of my wrecked hole and down my legs. Mr. Jackson just laughed. "Your cunt is bleeding like a true pussy now!" He unhooked my wrists and I just fell to the floor in a heap, my mind trying to grasp all that had happened to me in the last couple of days. Trying to fully grasp the reality of my new existence. Later that afternoon, I was in the living room, strapped down to a fuck bench with Mr. Jackson's big cock buried in my cunt. He picked up his phone and dialed a number. "Hello Zeke." he said as he ground his pubes into my tender, sore, inflamed ass lips. Oh my God! He was taking to my father! "Yes, Jacob is fine. More than fine!" My heart was in my throat! "Well I was just calling because I happen to be home, no, Jacob is still up at the cabin, but I was wondering if I might also be able to employ the services of Elijah as well." Oh shit! Elijah was my 19 year old brother! "Yes, well my back isn't what it used to be, and I could really use another boy to help out. Yes, I would be leaving again tonight if he could be ready to go right away. I don't have the cash on me to pay you upfront, but I can certainly do so after the work is done. Excellent, I'll see him very shortly." My blood ran cold as he hung up the phone. He continued to fuck me until about 15 minutes later the doorbell rang. One of the men went to answer it and I heard Elijah's voice. "Um, Mr. Jackson was expecting me?" "Right this way son." the man said. My brother walked into the living room and froze as he saw me, tied down with Mr. Jackson's cock buried in my ass. "What the....." he started to say as two men grabbed him, forcing a rag over his face. My brother struggled hard for a minute, but was no match physically for the two men holding him. He eventually went unconscious and fell to the floor as Mr. Jackson flooded my guts with another load. "This is working out better than I could have ever hoped."

1. Jason I didn’t know what to expect when Nathan opened the door, or, for that matter, whom to expect. I didn't know his name. I didn't know what he would be into. Even so, even although I hadn't been mentally expecting any type of guy in particular, his actual, physical presence shocked me a bit. It was finally happening, for real. He was a bit on the short side compared to what I had imagined. He was also very cute. Even through his t-shirt, I could tell he was rail-thin, as there wasn't an ounce of fat on his body. He had short hair, blue eyes with just the merest hint of stubble, like he hadn't shaved that morning. "I'm Sean," he said, standing just inside the door, introducing himself. Nathan closed the door as Sean began to speak, and we were alone. "I'm Jason," I replied, feeling a little self-conscious at this point. I was in just a jock strap, but Sean was still fully dressed. "Nice to meet you," he said, smiling at me. I felt a little more at ease with him, thinking he seemed easy-going enough. "I guess I'm a little over-dressed for this," and with that he removed his shirt, revealing, as I had guessed, that his body was quite wiry and thin. He was not very muscular but there was a spray of hair over his pecs and the hint of a treasure trail disappearing into his shorts. "I guess this is always a little awkward at first, huh?" "Yeah," I replied, not having moved from the bed. "Want to break the ice a bit?" He put an emphasis on ice that was a bit unusual. "Sure," I replied. With that he pulled down his shorts, revealing a swimmer's jock, just like the one I was wearing. There was a spray of pubic hair poking out of the top and the pouch looked to be very well-filled. "Cool," he said, reaching into his bag, and pulling out a case for sunglasses. Opening it, he extracted a glass pipe and lighter. "You cool?" he asked, gesturing at his pipe. Remaining in the sunglasses case was a fat bag of crystal. "Yeah, I am" not knowing what else to say. It had been a while since I had partied, but I hadn't given it up. "Awesome. I love this stuff." He sat down on the bed next to me, and carefully wiped off the bowl of the pipe. He took the torch and slowly melted the drug already in the pipe. He did a long hit from the pipe and then motioned for me to shotgun it from him. I leaned in, letting our lips lock, and inhaled a thick cloud. Even after I had taken as much as I could, he continued to exhale the smoke into the dim bedroom. It engulfed our heads as we continued to kiss. "You party a lot?" he asked me, breaking off the kiss. "Not really. Once every few months, I guess. You?" "Every weekend, usually." He did another long hit from the pipe, and held it. This time he just exhaled it. "It's how I got into barebacking. No one ever uses a rubber when they are partying, you know." I smiled, agreeing, and enjoying that initial tingle of the drug with the promise of so much more pleasure. "You ever do a booty bump?" Sean asked. "Never," I answered. It had been only a year or so ago I had even smoked it for the first time. Hearing my answer, he dug into his bag again and pulled out a needle-less syringe as well as the baggie of crystal from the case. "Water?" he asked, looking around. I pointed to a glass of water on the bed table. "Perfect," he said. He pulled out a large chunk of the tina, and forced it into the body of the syringe. He put the plunger in and then filled it with water. He flicked the syringe a few times before sitting back down next to me. "Ready?" he asked me. He was gently shaking it and its powerful contents. I guessed it was to force the crystal dissolve. "I'm not sure about this," I said. I had been with him for less than five minutes, and already, I wasn't sure about how fast this was going. "Maybe just smoke it?" "Don't worry. You'll love this," he said. "Get on all fours, with that beautiful fuckable ass up in the air." I didn't protest any more and got on my knees. Sean knelt down between my legs and spread my cheeks. "Hand me that bottle of lube," he said. I grabbed it and handed it to him. I felt a drop or two of the cold lube on my ass and a slight poke as the syringe plunged into my hole. "This may sting a bit," he said, and suddenly, there was a cold feeling in my ass. "That's it?" I asked. "Yeah. Just hold it there, and let it soak in." I heard him light the torch again, and he took another long hit from the pipe. "You're poz?" I asked him. I wanted to know more about him. "Yeah, of course. Years now." He did another hit before continuing. "Nate tells me you're still neg?" "Yeah." There was now a tinge of warmth in my hole, like a big load had just been planted up there. It seemed to gradually radiate out from my butt, and it was beginning to envelope my entire body. "How did you get HIV?" "Same way you're going to get it," he said. "Letting poz guys fuck me." He rubbed a finger against my ass. "You're good. Roll over." I rolled onto my back; Sean was still kneeling between my legs. He did one more hit from the pipe, then leaned towards me. "Take it," he said, letting only the smallest cloud escape. I locked lips with Sean, and he forced the drug into my lungs, once more completely filling me up with the cloud. I was a light-weight, he was a heavy-weight. I was already in over my head. But still, I held the crystal for as long as I could. "Good job," he said, finally giving me permission to breathe it out. He put the pipe and lighter on the bed table. "You want my poz load?" he asked me. "Yeah, I do," I answered. I was feeling no pain and no shame. The idea of a hard poz cock sliding into my hole was filling my mind, crowding out all other thoughts, including any thought of self-preservation. "I need some fresh poz cum in me." "It's hot to hear you beg for it," Sean said. He reached down and pulled his jockstrap to the side, letting his cock hang out. He was already semi-hard, and I could tell it was a nice sized dick. It wasn't as long as some I had played with, but just the girth and weight of it was impressive, especially in contrast to his short, skinny body, which made it seem even bigger. I must have been staring, since Sean noticed me and said, "Yeah, it's a big one for a skinny runt like me." Sean poured some lube on his cock, stroking it and slicking it up. It didn't grow much bigger, which I was glad for, but just got harder. As he rubbed the lube over his shaft, he started to press the head against my ass, teasing it. I pushed back against him, wanting it inside of me. "Please man," I begged. I didn't want it; I needed it deep in me. "Patience," he answered, adding "you'll get it soon enough." He poured some lube down my crack and slid a finger in, pushing the slippery fluid into me. "You're opening up really nicely," he remarked, asking "You ready?" I nodded. I grabbed the bottle of poppers and did a hit. Sean poured a little more lube on his tool. I offered him the poppers, but he shook his head. "Give me that hard cock," I said. He grinned at me and lined his cockhead up with my hole. Right as the poppers hit, Sean pushed into me. Feeling my hole stretch open to fit his thick cockhead, I knew this was going to be another intense fuck. Sean took his time entering me. He didn't go very fast, but it was also clear he wasn't going to take no for an answer. "Damn, that's tight," he said. "How long have you been getting fucked?" I thought back to when I had first met Nathan. I realized that it had been less than a week ago. Now here I was, tweaked out, with my legs up in the air, and a relative stranger forcing his poz raw cock into my hole. "Only about a week," I said. In my horny, tweaked-out state, I couldn't keep up with any story more complex than the simple truth. "Damn, man. No wonder you're so tight. And you're already chasing?" "Chasing?" I asked. I had never heard that phrase before, especially for sex. "You know, bug chasing. Looking for poz guys to infect you." "Yeah. I guess I am chasing." Sean had now gotten his cock all the way in my hole, and was starting to slowly stroke in and out. Between my insatiable desire for raw cock and tina's effectiveness, I knew my hole was opening up nicely for him. "Hot," Sean said. "What about you? Did you chase? Or was it an accident?" "Naw. Once I started seriously partying, and of course, barebacking, I knew it was only a matter of time." He shoved his cock back into me. "I was playing with all kinds of guys, poz, neg and unknown. All raw. I knew it was pointless to try to avoid it." "So, what did you do?" I reached down and grabbed his bony ass. He was small enough that I could grab both cheeks, and pull him deeper in my hole. His body felt so small on top of me, yet his cock was so large and hard inside of me. "I went for it. Whenever I saw a poz guy online, I'd ask him to fuck me raw." He took another of his deep strokes and his eyes closed in pleasure. "Did anyone refuse?" I was wondering how common it was for poz guys to knowingly fuck neg guys. Nathan had fucked me, but then, he had also asked me repeatedly if I knew exactly what I was getting myself into. "Hell no. Every guy wants to fuck raw, no matter what he might say." I had to agree with his assessment, as either a top or a bottom. "Only one guy wasn't sure about it, that is fucking me raw." "And, what happened there?" "I said I'd get him high. And he fucked six poz loads into me over the weekend." "Sweet," I said. "Yeah." Sean leaned in and kissed me. I was having a good time. There was an easy connection developing between us. He was also just fun to talk to, not to mention how good his cock felt buried in my bare ass. We lay there, kissing and fucking, working his cock deeper into my body, and then fucking and kissing some more. He was dripping pre-cum into me the entire time, further lubricating my hole. "How long did it take?" I asked, breaking off our long kiss. "Getting pozzed?" he asked. I nodded. "I don't know. I never got sick. And I waited six months before I got tested." He thrust in deep. "Of course, I tested out poz." We went silent again. He was fucking me harder now and I could tell he was getting close, but I didn't want the fuck to end quite so soon. "Any regrets?" I asked him. "About being poz?" he asked. He shook his head no. "You know that feeling, right as the crystal is hitting, when you have that feeling of complete freedom and total desire for sex?" It was my turn to shake my head, this time agreeing. "It's like that. All the time. I don't worry about who fucks me. Or who I fuck." I smiled. "It sounds nice." "And sometimes, just sometimes," he said, "You get a fucking hot neg guy, with an amazing ass. Who. Wants. My. Poz. Cum." With each word, he thrust his cock into me, emphasizing just whom he was talking about. "And it makes all the petty discomforts completely worthwhile." We took another long pause from talking in order to make out some more. Then he asked, "And you? Why are you doing this?" I paused. It was a question for which I didn't have a good answer. Nor would Sean be the last one to ask me either. I delayed answering by pulling him down and kissing him again. He probed my mouth but after a few moments, he broke it off. "You can't get out of answering that so easily." "I don't know for sure. A week ago, I would have said I was totally top. Bareback, but still a top. Then I met Nathan. And I had to get his cock inside of me." Sean was watching me, smiling. I could feel his cock stiffening slightly in my hole. I continued. "And that he was poz wasn't a worry. It was almost a bonus. Now I just want to not be afraid anymore, to get the inevitable over with. And enjoy the process as much as I can." "I understand. Nathan's damn amazing," he said. It was an interesting comment, said in a tone that implied much more was being left unsaid. I expected for him to be jealous, but there was no trace of it. "Any regrets so far? Any uncertainty?" "Some. It's big step, but so far, this just feels right. The first time Nathan came in me was the most intimate experience I've ever had. And your cock in me raw is almost as amazing." I pulled him into me deep again, and kissed him. "Fuck me. Cum in me, Sean. Breed me good, Sean." "Fuck Jason, I don't want to cum yet. I want this to last." Almost simultaneously, we both turned and looked at the clock on the bed table. Forty-five after. Time had flown by for us, twisted by the crystal into an encounter that was far too short. "Damn. Time's almost up." "I know. Seems too short. Is this going to be the only time?" "Not at all. Nathan knows how to find me. But let's focus on the here and now. Which means getting you bred." "Sounds good to me," I said. Sean grabbed the bottle of poppers and held it under my nose. "Do a good hit, Jason," he said. I took a long hit, before Sean took the bottle. He did a hit and then offered it back to me. I shook my head no, but he insisted. "Let yourself go," he said. Reluctantly, I inhaled more of the sweet scent. "Right on, Jason," he said, doing one last quick one himself. "Now, what do you want?" "I want your poz sperm inside of me, Sean." It was a true statement. I was having a great time with Sean, and it seemed perfectly alright and perfectly natural to have him shoot in me. That it was deadly sperm was only an added bonus. It was such a small, intimate thing to give him as a top: to let him cum in me. I couldn't make him pull out. I couldn't think about how it could change me forever. "Please, breed me." "Oh yeah, Jason," he grunted. "I'm gonna shoot. I'm gonna cum in your sweet raw ass." He bent down, stuck his tongue in my mouth, and shoved his cock in deep. "I can't hold it any longer," he said. Deep inside of me, his cock stiffened, spurted and injected his toxic cum into me. "Take it, Jason," he said, between frantic kisses. "Please, Sean, give it to me," I said. I was clenching my ass around his cock, trying to milk out every drop of his poz jizz. I was totally in the moment, unable to worry about the danger of this simple fuck. The danger was a part of the turn-on; this innocent-looking young man had a cock that could kill, coupled with a serious drug problem. "Fuck yeah, I'm breeding that hot hole of yours now," he said, pistoning in and out of my ass. I could feel his cockhead rubbing his sperm all over my hole, making sure it smeared across my hole, ready to be absorbed by my body. There were a few more shivers racking Sean's body, as he pumped the last of his load into me. We stayed linked with his cock connecting us. We made out a bit while the last drops of his precious spooge slowly dripped into me. "Thanks," I said. "That was hot." "Fuck yeah," he said. "I hope you get what you need. And I'm glad I could be part of the process." "Me too. I really enjoyed this." We were quiet a bit, kissing while his cock softened. "What's your plans for the rest of the day," I asked. "Not sure," he answered. He shifted slowly, finally letting his cock slide out of my hole. Soon I would need something back in me, but for now, it was enough just to feel his warm semen in my hole. "Still early. Probably head to a bath house and see how many loads I can get." He grabbed a towel from the bed table and wiped off his cock. "You?" "Nathan's got my afternoon planned. You're the first of several. But no idea of who." "Fucking hot. You're gonna have fun." "I hope so. You've set a very high bar." He laughed. "Let's do a hit for the road," he said as he picked up the pipe again. He lit the torch, and held it under the bowl. As the crystal smoked, he did an expert hit, draining the bowl several times. When he finished, he motioned for me to shotgun it from him. I took the hit. It was huge and it filled my lungs. "Hold it for me, Jason," he said. As I held it, he put his cock back in the jockstrap, and pulled on his shorts. "Now," he said, and I got to exhale. The cloud filled the room. "Your turn," he said, handing me the pipe and torch. I lit it up, and started sucking on the stem. I wasn't sure how big of a hit I wanted, but Sean told me what I needed. "Do a big one, Jason." I kept on inhaling, filling my lungs the best I could. "Nice," he said, as I finally pulled the pipe away. "Hold it." I held it as long as I could and motioned for him to shotgun it. We locked lips as I pushed the hit into his mouth. He only took a bit of it, making me exhale the rest. "Fuck Sean," I said. "I'm going to be feeling fearless this afternoon." "That's what I want. You need to enjoy this afternoon." He put away the pipe and lighter, and gathered up his things. He gave me one last kiss. "I want to see you again soon. Hopefully you'll be poz by then." He headed out the door, and I lay back down on the bed, waiting for Nathan to bring the next guy.

I had just gotten engaged to my girlfriend of three years and we were on our way to spend the weekend with her father at his place by the lake. It was winter, but the cabin was fully equipped for the season, having a full kitchen, hot tub and fireplace. She had taken me there when we first started dating and I loved the place. My fiancée was a doctor at a local hospital in the city so I followed her in my own car, just in case she was paged and had to leave. We arrived around 6:00 PM and her Dad was already there. We made the usual introduction and he told me I could start calling him Dad since I was almost family. The fiancée and I set our things in the bedroom and did some heavy petting which left my cock hard and dripping. I was always horny and she didn’t help. I was worried my bulge would be noticeable when we went down stairs, and sure enough, I thought I saw her father eyeing my crotch and found myself slightly flattered. I knew he had divorced her mother because he came out and I always liked attention. Well, everything was going great: Dad had brought a nice salmon and we had a great salad, but sadly half-way through the dinner my fiancée got a page and had to head to the hospital. One of her transplant clients received the go ahead and she had to go back. Telling me not to waste the weekend, she suggested I take the time to get to know my future father in law. Dad smiled, gave his daughter a quick kiss, and she ran out the door. We sat back down and finished dinner and then he passed me a scotch neat and a cigar. It was great. The country, the cigar, the scotch. I could only think of one thing that would make it better, but the prospects of a blow job had run out the door a couple of hours ago. “I know, let’s take these out to the hot tub,” Dad suggested as he set his cigar in the ash tray and his drink on the coffee table, stripping right there in the living room. I never really look at guys in the locker room but he was very impressive: a thick pelt of grey fur covered some impressive pecs and a flat stomach, below which hung an very impressive seven inch uncut cock. Feeling slightly self conscious, I blushed a bit and looked away. “Hehehe no reason to be shy, Son. It's just the two of us now and there are no neighbors for miles around. Come on. Let's enjoy the great outdoors like God intended and soak in the tub. Grab the bottle and two more cigars and meet me out there once you're ready." As he turned away I noticed a small scorpion tattoo on his back thigh. I was a bit surprised as my sense was few of his generation had tattoos, but I still I liked it on him. In any event, following his orders, I sheepishly striped down. My body was much less furry than his, and my cock measured in at six inches, so it occurred to me I could be his son. Grabbing the Glenfiddich and two more cigar I timidly walked across the room and stepped outdoors. My cock shrank even smaller in the cold air, even as I pranced and jogged to the tub. Hoping in, I yelped a bit at the temperature change. My footing went a bit and I half sat on Dad as I landed my seat. “Easy Son, don’t spill the liquor or ruin those cigars, hehehe.” We continued chat and drinking for a bit. The scotch relaxed me, and the cigars were excellent. My thoughts must have wandered a bit to where my fiancée and I had left off, 'cause I found myself getting hard under the bubbles made by the water. In an effort to relax, I stretched my legs out a bit and hit the legs of my soon-to-be father in law. “Sorry.” “Not a problem. I'll even give ya a bit of a massage.” Before I could say anything his hand started working my foot and a sigh escaped my lips. His big hands worked the soles of my feet, and I felt everything relax body, as pleasant, but the most odd sensations traveling up my legs. Dad's attentions were, most oddly, not doing anything to help my erection. Dad put one foot down, and positioning himself between my legs, took-up my other leg, so my legs were now spread and my body half floating in the water as he did magic on my feet. He clearly knew what he was doing, and for the first time I understood why women love foot massages. It was amazing. His hands started massaging up my legs, first working up my calves and then up further, massaging the tops of my thighs, digging deep into the muscles. His thumbs grazed my balls and my eyes shot open. I tried to sit up but all I did was lock my legs around his back, which caused the two of us to slide up against each other. I stared into his eyes and felt my cock throb against his furry body. The water bobbed me slowly up and down, and I could feel his hard cock just touching between my ass. His hands moved around behind my back and I was mesmerized, staring into his eyes as he pulled me forward and kissed me. Instinctively I kissed back, pulling him against me, chest to chest, moaning with pleasure. I had never felt a man before and it was amazing. His rough hands grabbed my ass and started teasing my hole. The calloused fingers pushing into me and scraping me, working my virgin hole open. I knew what he wanted, and just as I got accustomed to his fingers, he pulled me hard down on his cock. My scream echoed out into the night for a split second before his mouth was covering mine, eating my pain as he ignited my passion. His thrusts started slowly and I whimpered with each tug and pull as he forced his monster into my ass. Soon it hurt less and less, and within less than a minute or so the pain turned into pleasure. Instinctively I found myself working with him, meeting each of his thrusts and sliding back as he withdrew. My cock was rock hard as the water was splashed around. The he pulled off me for a moment and looked again into my eyes. His cock stopped moving in my ass and he just held me there. I could feel his heart beat through his cock . “You want to breed you Son? You want my dirty Daddy seed in you?” “Yes, please whatever you want just keep fucking me.” “Did my daughter ever tell you the reason why her mother really left?” “Well, I figure it was because of what we are doing right now,” I chuckled "Well, yes,” he replied, smiling, "but also because I'm poz, and with my raw cock in your ass, if I shoot in you you’re most likely going to be knocked up. Made into my poz son and carry the same virus. Is that what you want?" I had no words. Here I was a virgin to gay sex let alone poz gay sex. The only thought in my head was I did not want him to stop. As an answer to his question I began rocking back and forth on his cock. “Oh thank you Son that feel so good. It has been so long. Plus I already shot in you once so it was kind of a moot point. Here some the second load son. Be my boy forever” This time I felt it: a deep throbbing as his cock grew bigger and bigger, pulsing in my hole. His cum felt like a tongue deep in my ass licking the walls and making them wet. Just after he shot, his hand grabbed my dick and pumped me furiously. My last neg load shot over my head. As I came down from my orgasm, my hole sore and throbbing, his cock still buried in my ass. Catching my breath, I looked into his eyes and said one word: "More."

I've noticed that recently I get moody if I don't get bred at least once a day. It's almost taking over my life in fact but since I work from home I have the freedom to pursue cock. I joined a sauna to indulge my cumslut side especially for those days when my fuck buddies aren't available or I can't arrange a hook up. As soon as I get up in the morning I'm horny and feel like I need to get fucked, it doesn't matter if I cum or not I just want to be used. Does anyone else feel like this. It got so bad I've even let one of my regular fuck buddies whore me out.

Hit Midtown Spa last night looking for loads and to give a couple. It seemed kinda slow, but as I was laying on my bed, ass in the air, a hot older (50's) Latin guy come in who immediately began to message my ass. I turned around and told him to cum inside. He closed the door, dropped his towel and presented a beautiful thick uncut cock that was the same size as a redbull can. His goatee felt amazing as he went to my town eating my ass, his tongue fucking loads of spit into my hole. After several minutes he crawled onto my back, grabbed his poppers and asked if I wanted some. I told him I've never tried them before and he said I should take a big hit b/c he was about to fuck my ass full of cum! I took a whiff and immediately felt like I was swimming. Without ever mentioning condoms, let alone asking me if I wanted him to use them, he slid his thick cock balls deep in my ass, pounding and long-dicking my tight ass. While I definitely felt him, honestly his cock didn't hurt like I thought it would. It was amazing. He fucked me for a good 15 minutes, then he pulled out, positioned my ass on the edge of the bed and dove right back in. He was VERY verbal and told me to take his big daddy dick and that he loved my tight white boy ass and he was gonna breed me deep. He just pounded me faster and faster and talking very dirty to me. I was in hog heaven. Still hitting the poppers he kept fucking me hard. All of a sudden he moaned and slid in all the way in and unloaded a HUGE load deep in my ass. He stayed in me for a couple minutes telling me he loved my ass and it was the best he'd had in a long time. He pulled out, and grabbed his towel from the ground, and as I turned over, I asked his status he said, neg. He then turned, opened the door and that's when I saw the bio hazard tattoo on his back between his shoulder blades. I was in LOVE! Not sure why he lied, but still think it was hot.

It's been a while since my last story but I've had this one on the back burner for a while.... I’d like to tell you all a story. As some of you will know from my previous posts I’m a nasty fucker but recently I started to notice the missing of something in my life. Well I was on scruff one day when I got a match with a very hot guy not too far away. Thinking what the hell I wolfed him and unlocked my pics. Soon we were chatting discussing fantasies etc. Turned out he was into pup play, something I’d been intrigued by for some time. What was better was he was also into partying! Well having just got some really good T and G I decided what the hell, booked a hotel in his city and got on a train, instructing him to meet me at the station when I got there. The train journey seemed to last forever, God I wish I drove, but soon I had arrived. I won’t say the name of the city except it’s in the north of England. As instructed he was awaiting me on the platform and looked even hotter than his photos. I was going to enjoy this! Soon we had arrived at the hotel, after having made small talk during the taxi ride there. As soon as we got into the room he was straight onto me kissing me hard. Now I’m 95%top so I’m not used to the other guy making the first move but this was hot. We stripped and prepared our rigs,.35 for him and .30 for me as I’m still new to slamming and a nice dose of G for both of us. Now one thing I can’t yet do is slam myself so I entrusted this to him, making sure to first of all take my kemagra tab. When the rush hit I felt amazing. Soon I had my dick buried in his throat facefucking him hard. “Up” I commanded pointing to the bed, “present”, he got on all 4s and soon I was rimming him hard, listening to him moan like a batch on heat. “you want sirs bone? “ I asked. He gave a soft bark and I slid my dick in in one go, God he was tight! Soon I was pounding him hard, he continued to moan and groan. Soon he was getting too noisy so I rimmed one of my sweaty socks in his mouth whilst I pinned his arms behind his back. All too soon I could feel my balls getting ready for release. “Do you want sirs Cum in your ass pup? Sirs nasty POZ, Toxic load?”. Now up until this point. I had not discussed my status but then again he had not asked. Turning his head he looked back at me with a yearning pleading look in his eyes and nodded. That’s all it took, soon I was Cummings in him hard forcing my Cum deep into him. “Take my POZ Cum pup, I own you now, your mine”. As I said this I maintained eye contact. He shivered slightly but then started milking my dick with his ass muscles. I reached forward, having released his arms and gave him a long hard kiss. I had just staked my claim to my 1st pup. The first of many. You see it had long been an idea of mine to have a permanent pack of human pups, all mine, all pozzed by me. Let the fun begin.

Been fucked by a guy a few times and he has always insisted on a condom. I let him just cause I love how hung he is. So an hour ago he txt and wants to fuck. I was still in bed and told him only if he fucks raw. So he finally agrees to let me pick the condom and the lube. I quickly grabbed a ribbed condom and put it in a baby oil bath. He got there in about an hour and I put the condom on him which was too small to begin with but i got it on. Then I laid down on the bed face down and told him to spit and shove. Worked like a charm and the condom broke on the first thrust. I told him to just keep going, but he pulled out. He said he knew how to settle our difference and whatever the outcum we would do it that way from now on. So he tells me about this game he played with some girls at a party where the would put 5 condoms on a guy with olive oil slathered on each one. The goal was to make the guy cum before all the condoms came of or broke. Otherwise they got a creampie. He said we would do the same with 3 condoms and use vasaline as lube,If he came before they all broke then we play safe, if not, its bb from now on. I got super turned on by the whole idea so i jumped up and ran to my toy box. I got 3 ribbed condoms, vasaline, and a tube of oralgel. He never even noticed me put a big glob in the first condom. I teased him a bit to be sure it had time to work . THen he shoved a big glob of vasaline in my hole and went to fucking. I wasnt really ready for the fucking he gave me but after about 20min and 3 positions I felt the last condom pop. Took him another 30 to finally pump his cum deep in my guts. He looked at me and said those condoms were too tight and made his cock numb. Told me from now on we are no condoms and no lube. Just spit and shove. Was a great morning

Just stopped by a college campus and interrupted three guys sucking and jacking. Jumping right in on my knees and sucked this hot white guy in a suit with a thick 7 inch cock under the stall. He whispered hoarsely "I'm cumming" before blasting in my mouth. A second guy in a suit - super ballsy - got down on his belly outside our stalls and ran his finger up the cummer's dick and my lips and tasted the excess cum and spit that was running out of my mouth. The cummer left, I left my stall, and me and the taster sucked each other at the urinals while another guy watched. Pretty hot!

Having a great time over here in the new place and meeting my neighbors. A guy from A4A hit me up and invited me over for drinks. I got ready and walked right over to his place. 5'6", mid 30s, a little muscle, and a tongue that fucked me proper after tossing back a few. He chewed on my hole, spat on his dick and shoved all his meat in me. In no time was stretching me out and making me moan. After two hours he shot his first load at full speed into my guts. We took a good break and cuddled while we slept, only for his BF to walk in! I had no clue he was seeing someone but imagine my surprise when we both started taking turns fucking him too!!! At one point I had my dick in the BF while my buddy was busy fucking me. We fucked until the birds started to chirp. No more loads after that but it was a great time for it being my first 3some. I'm loving it here in uptown NYC? Any other metro tops around that can host? Hit me up!

Well as a married early forties who is generally straight but enjoys the sight of a hard cock... I live in the South of England, I've used CL for a few years on and off and have had fun with a few couples and a couple of guy to guy wanking sessions, recently it seems to be full of timewasters and botts but now and again there is the genuine ones where you get lucky. Last week was one of those times, I replied to a married early 40's bi, after a few exchanged emails it turns out he is a painter and decorator working on new build houses, we arranged a meeting fot last Saturday when there would be nobody else on site and gave directions where to meet. I had seen a couple of body /cock pics but no facepic. I arrived and parked up, he walked over in joggers and a t shirt and saw he had a nice gym fit body but looked older than I imagined, we walked over the site to the house he was working on, inside was as expected, heaters on, music in the background and paint tins etc. We walked to the top floor bedroom which was very discreet with only velux type windows, he had a dustsheet in the middle of the room for us to play on. He popped back downstairs and locked the doors, in the meantime I stripped down to a pair of my wifes worn panties (which we discussed in emails), I'm a twink type shape, very slim, and completely shaved, We both knelt down opposite each other, both holding each other and started to kiss, very deeply and slowly, we were both feeling each others cocks and started to frot and kiss in that position. I became fascinated with his fit body and liked me slowly kissing and licking his nipples. We changed to the 69 position and seemed to be ages just sucking each other, we ended with him kneeling to suck me until I shot into his mouth, he bent me over onto all fours, pulled my panties down and rubbed his cock on my arse until I could feel his spunk running down me. We both dressed and walked off site, hopefully the start of a sexy friendship,

just a few minutes ago at a public toilet thrugh a glory hole. took 3 loads in my hole and swallowed 2

As a barebacking TOP, I insist on a bottom being properly and completely cleaned out. This is not negotiable. Therefore, I never insist on a bottom being ready on the spur of the moment. He needs time to be properly ready for my cock and my seed.

Here are some vids that two friends and I have made: Me riding one mate's dick: http://www.xtube.com/video-watch/Bareback-riding-Part-1-28103931 Him then shooting up my arse: http://www.xtube.com/video-watch/Riding-Bareback-Part-2-Cumshot-28103941 Another one of him firing his load on my hole then pushing it in: http://www.xtube.com/video-watch/Cum-on-the-arse-28103951 Finally, I made a dildo out of frozen cum and then used it to fuck another mate's arse. He then got two fresh loads off me and my other buddy: http://www.xtube.com/video-watch/Cum-dildo-28103961 Sorry there are no faces, we wanna stay anon! It's our first time putting anything online!

First time was raw, in the 80's, it was with a nurse at his home and I got his load inside me, I kept it until I came back home. Second time was with a doctor and he fucked me on the passenger's seat of his car. Third time was in a stairwell underground parking with an anon fucker met in a public garden. After that, I tried to do more often with a condom until end of 90's when I stopped to use them.

Part 3 As we drove I reached over and pulled his underwear down, exposing his still hard cock. I admit I was impressed he didn't have Tina dick, at least not yet. I looked at his nakedness in the bright light. He was completely smooth except for his pubes. His face was flushed from the drugs, but it too was baby smooth, making him look younger than 18. He still had some baby fat on him which made me smile. He wouldn't have that too much longer after I turned him into my personal Tina slut. "Play with yourself," I ordered him. "I wanna watch you, but don't cum!" He obediently stroked his little dick, oblivious to the vehicles around us that could see him. I liked how obedient he was! This boy was a prize! In about 20 minutes we pulled into the driveway of his house, a big one that even had pillars in front. It made me think of a plantation house in the south, and I laughed to myself thinking that this time, I was the master! I pulled the Escalade into the garage and we went into the house. Yea these people had money. There was even a pool in the back, with a high privacy fence all around it. Perfect. I noticed a very well stocked bar and helped myself to some very nice scotch. "So why didn't you go on vacation with your family?" I asked. "Fuck them!" He said, flopping on the couch. "They don't give a shit about me. They were happy to leave me behind. Mom's a drunk, and dad's a lawyer. I'm just in the way." Awww, a poor little rich white boy with family issues. Fuckin putty in my hands! "Don't worry baby boy," I said, laying my body on top of his, "Jesse's gonna take care of you." I started kissing him again and he sucked my tongue into his mouth like a hungry pig. My little pig. I took out my pipe and a baggie and loaded a big load. I gave Blake the pipe and told him to hit it. He eagerly sucked in a big hit, exhaling a large, white cloud. "Again." I told him. He hit it two more times before I took it away. "You like that, don't you?" I asked. "Mmmmmm yea." "I got something else you'll like even more." "What's that?" he asked eagerly. "Lets go upstairs and I'll show you." We went up and I found his parents bedroom. I guided him in and pushed him on their bed. He didn't even object. I pulled off my shirt and pulled down my jeans, freeing my semi hard cock. Blake's eyes got real big as he looked at my monster. What really caught his eye was my big P.A. "You ever see one of those?" I asked. He just shook his head no. "They feel extra good." I lied, knowing it was going to tear his sweet hole to shreds. But I was about to get him so fucked up he would be begging for the sweet torture he was about to get. I took my little case out of my pants and pulled out a rubber tube and wrapped it around his arm. "What's that for?" he asked. "Shhhh." I said placing a finger on his lips. "This is the extra special treat. Just trust me." He didn't say another word as I swabbed his arm, he just watched my dick get bigger. Fucking up white boy's made my dick hard. As I stuck the needle into his vein, my cock reached full hardness. I slowly pushed the plunger as my full, fat 11 inches throbbed, ready to forever change Blake's life. I pulled out the needle and released the band. Blake fell back on the bed coughing and I moved like a lion attacking. I grabbed his legs and pushed them back, and before he could comprehend what was happening, I slammed my big, black monster into his cum filled hole, forcing all 11, fat inches into him, balls deep in one thrust. Blake howeled as he was ripped open like never before, and I didn't give the kid a chance to adjust before I was pounding him mercilessly. Over and over I slammed him as hard and deep as I could, digging my P.A. into his guts. Frothy pink cum oozed out of his hole as I shredded his insides, making him forever my bitch. Soon he was moaning instead of screaming as I deep dicked his ruined hole. His head rolled from side to side as he babbled incoherently. "Fuck yea you stupid punk!" I yelled at him as I raped him. "You fuckin take that nigger cock! You're my fuckin whore now! I'll fuckin use you and sell your cunt! You fucking worthless piece of shit! Stupid fuckin white kid pickin up niggahs! Yous a niggah whore now faggot! Say goodbye to your old life!" I kept up the verbal asault as I broke him, physically and mentally. I called him every filthy name I could think of as I told him his new position in life. Soon I was ready to fill him with my seed. "Here you go slut! Take my fuckin load! You fucking niggah cumdump!" I yelled as I pumped my cum into his ripped insides. "This is what you are now bitch. I own you! You gonna make me some money!" I pulled my spent cock out of his bloody cunt as he softly cried to himself. "Shut up bitch and clean off your Masters cock, you worthless pig!" He opened his mouth and took my messy cock into it, cleaning off the mess like a good bitch. When he was done I grabbed my phone and started making some calls.

4. Time seemed to draw on forever, my hole clenched the spasms shocked through my cock, I twitched moaned and drooled as my ass was worked out and sweat dripped from my body. Finally I heard footsteps coming back down the stairs. It was Doc thank god and he was talking on a cell phone “Yup just coming back to him now here see for yourself” He pointed the phone at me and there was Daddy on a vid chat window looking down at my shaved body as I panted and groaned. Watching the precum steadily drip on my now completely coated waist. “He is looking good and seems to be enjoying it. Give him some water and feel free to move on to the next step” “Will do” replied Doc and he hung up the phone. With that he came over and the spasms stopped, the butt plug was gently removed from my hole. A moan escaped my lips that even to me sounded plaintive. My hole felt empty and hungry and the Doc looked down with a glint of longing in his eyes. His cock was rock hard and he began to slide it in my hole. Sighing with pleasure as he sank his whole length deep into me. My body arched and I threw me head back, welcoming the filling of my hole and making me feel complete. His thrust become hard and harder. He grabbed a small brown bottle from the cart next to the table unscrewed it and brought it up to his nose breathing deep. He brought the bottle eot my left nostril and stared at me, a slight nod of his head and I started to inhale, 3 times he had me inhale before he switched to the right. My head began to swim, my body felt hot. My heart was beating in my ears and my ass wanted more. “I knew you would like those cum dump” My moaning and grunting was getting obscene, a steady litany of asking him to fuck me hard and breed me was spewing from my mouth. With a final grunt and thrust deep again into my hole buried deep I felt his warm toxic cum again coat my hole. His body shudder with each spasm and I could feel the spurts hitting me little fingers of warmth and wet smoothing out each thrust. “Mmmmmm fuck that is one hot hole, glad I can help in knocking you up Boy, but my turn is over and now you are onto the next” With that he unstrapped me from the table and handed me a sports drink and water. “Drink those up , don’t want you to get dehydrated” I gulped the offered drink thankful for each sip. I was then helped to my feet, slightly unsteady and still dizzy Doc lead me back to the showers where we washed up. “Here let me help you get really clean before I pass you on” Doc then bent me over and grabbed a thin hose that was connected to the shower; he then stuck the tube in my ass and proceeded to flush me out 10 times until the water was clear. I fell clean and empty and slightly embarrassed about the whole ordeal but what I wanted wasn’t really a consideration at this point and I just accepted it. “Pity to waste all that poz cum but if I give you to the Barber dirty m with his proclivities I would never hear the end of it” chuckled the Doc. He then had me dress in a rubber jock strap and harness, gifts from your Daddy he said, before attaching the lead to my collar again and bringing me back upstairs. Sitting at the kitchen table was a bear of a man. Huge well-groomed bearded man wearing only a leather vest chaps and boots. “Is this the project, nice to meet ya Boy, I will be your Barber “ extending his huge hand he shook mine like we wear at a business conference, grabbed the lead and lead me out the door and on to the next cabin. I had no idea what would happen to me next , and since I still had not cum yet I really didn’t care I just new I would do as I was told so I could make Daddy proud.

3. The new Owner lead me into his house and straight down to a basement, the place was lit by fluorescent lighting and what looked like a hospital bed. He pulled me towards it and I got more nervous and sweat broke out. “Don’t worry Boy I really am a Doctor, actually from now on I will be your primary care. I take care of all of us in our little circle. So now need to worry about your health care. I just need to give you a check up and make sure you are prepped right. Now stand over on the tiled part under the shower” I stood in one of those shower areas like they have at the gym turned around. He pushed a dolly cart in and on it was a boar bristle brush, straight razor and shaving soap. “First thing your Daddy asked me to do was make you look more like a good boy and get rid of that hair. For now it will be temporary but he may want to do a laser treatment but for now hold real still for me.” For the next hour he meticulously shaved my entire body from the neck down with that razor. My cock remained hard and leaked the entire time as I felt the razor scraping across my skin. I had never had the urge to shave my body. But in truth I couldn’t wait until he had finished so I could see what I looked like. “Now I won’t be doing your hair but when you get to the Barber he might want to change it a bit” With that he ran warm water and had me stand under the spray. The water tingled across my skin. Somehow I felt even more naked, just looking down I looked at my cock so proud and standing erect and looking huge. I ran my hands over my body and loved the feel. Next he lead me basic to center and started coating my skin with a thick cream. “This should burn off any stray hairs, now don’t move and don’t make a noise” A burning sensation spread across me and it felt like I had been sitting too close to a fire. My skin felt tight and a whimper came out of my mouth, still for some reason my cock was hard and leaking. After 20 minutes he put me back under the water and rinsed me off. I was then lead to a table in the center and the Doc strapped in in and put my feet in stirrups. My ass had never been so exposed before. My head went back and I could see myself in a mirror in the ceiling. Staring back was someone totally different. No hair anywhere, precum pooling in my belly button and my legs spread and locked wide. “So I am going to take some blood and run some tests later to make sure you are in good health so we can get your meds worked out late. Then we are going to work on the ass of yours. Need to stretch it a bit and make you a good boy power bottom.” The next 15 minutes was me getting usual doc visit, blood was taken temp and all that. It felt weird that he was so clinical and yet I knew he had just fucked me less than 2 hours ago. Finally he wrapped up and reach over and took this metal buttplug (hey I know I’m new to being a fuck toy but I know what a butt plug is). This one was different and had wires coming off of it. He lubed my ass and quickly popped it in my ass, surprisingly with no pain. He then played with a boy and I felt my ass clench down and a wave of pain mixed with pleasure shot through my cock. A gasp escaped my lips. “Just a little stimulation while I go change and take care of some things. Back in about an hour” A whimper escaped my lips as the waves became more intense and less predictable. Sweat started to break out and my breathing became heavy as I watch Doc walk away and up the stairs. My cock bobbed with each jolt and fresh precum leaked out not so much that it was dripping off to either side. I was amazed at how fast things had changed, from engaged to whimpering in a strangers house getting shocks in my ass and shaved. My mind began to whirl as the time passed and I had no idea what was going on.

2. I was woken next morning by my now ex never-to be father in law now my Daddy’s cock shoving into my battered hole. Biting the pillow I gritted my teeth as he worked my ass, hitting that spot in me that made me moan. I could feel the sweat from his efforts start to drip on me. I started moaning and thrust back on his cock , grabbing the bedsheets to give me some leverage. “Oh yeah Daddy fuck my ass, I want more of the hot poz cum, turn me into your Boy” , I didn’t even know where those words came from. They just spilled from my lips. Daddy started to growl and fuck me harder his cock hitting deep inside me opening me even more than last night it seemed, somehow going even deeper and making me moan with lust and heat as he hit deeper parts in my ass. Daddy grabbed my shoulders and slammed me all the way down and I could feel his cock shooting deep in my hole. It seems like he came buckets. “Good cum slut, take my friend poz load in your hole” I heard my Daddy say, but instead of coming from behind me it was from the open bedroom door. In a panic I turned my head around and saw a complete stranger. Thinner than Daddy but just as furry and with white hair all over his tightly muscled body. Sweat dripped from his face and down his matted chest hair as his ragged breathing made it heavy. “Found a good one didn’t you. Never looked behind and didn’t question a cock in his ass. How long do I get to keep him?” the strange asked “ Just one day then he is off to Tom’s cabin for more training. I figure between the 5 of us we can make him into the perfect boy” Panic gripped me and I looked at Daddy. “Don’t worry Son just need to get you into the right head space, I am not getting rid of you just need to modify you a bit to you are my perfect Boy. Nothing will be done to you that you don’t ask for” With that I felt a leather collar around my throat and the click of a lead being attached. “Come on Boy we have a lot to do” My new….Daddy?...no I only had one Daddy, owner was more like it. Lead me out the side door and down a well-worn path in the woods to another cabin much like my Daddy’s. Sweat had dried on me and cum was leaking down my legs as I sheepishly enter the Owners home.

Smooth. Especially on the face.

Name - Kristina,bbcpig,cumdump, bitch, Phone - 1-646-639-7625 text nyc only Location - forest ave/unoin ave Age - 45 Height - 5'9 Weight - 150 Ethnicity - white Available - 24/7 n can spend nites

Last night. Drove into the city for dinner. Grindr hook with married couple. Gave two loads, got three in return. My hole is still twitching.

Funny, I was just about to write a post about having more sympathy for tops. I've been traveling all this week and have been able to take a number of anonymous loads in my ass, mostly in gloryhole bookstores, but some in motel rooms from dudes off of Craigslist, etc. I ended up having to stay the night in a mid sized town tonight, and I've been trying to pay the load-taking forward some lately, so this evening I posted a CL ad saying I was looking for a cumdump who could host face down ass up for an anon pump and dump style walk-in sperm delivery. In about 4 hours I got replies from - no joke - no fewer than 29 different bottoms. And every single one of them tried to talk me into something I wasn't looking for. Or wouldn't send an ass pic, or a location. Or couldn't be ready until 6 hours later, or tomorrow, or the next day, or next week. Or said that what they really wanted was to suck my dick. The list goes on. I finally gave up, depressed by two things: First, that there were so many more bottoms than tops. (I've posted load-taking ads in this town before and have gotten maybe five or six hits in a single night, max.) And second, that none of the bottoms were offering what I was looking for. In fact, less than half of them even seemed to read my ad to the end. I have one particular top buddy who keeps telling me that it's easier for bottoms like me who are looking for anonymous tops to hook up than it is for tops like him who are into easy-access bottoms. I used to think he was kidding. But I'm starting to think he might not have it that much better than me.

Fucking amazing party!!!!!

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.

Thanks moderator! Yea I accidentally posted it three times cause my phone froze. I'm glad you guys are enjoying it thus far, I love writing and sharing my twisted brain with you and reading yours as well!

CHAPTER 3: (6 Weeks before Chapter 2) Jake: I was in my car driving to the testing center to see Chris, and I thought 'I’m a horned as fuck 19 year old, I’m HIV+ and I need to breed some neg hole right now'. I had only recently tested poz after a sexual encounter with one of my poz fuck buds and a few of his friends. I knew what I was getting into as he had told me “Everyone here is HIV+ but you." When I thought about Sam, and how much he enjoyed fucking neg guys and knocking them up, my precum flowed fast and furious. As far back as I can recall, I’ve always been a bit versatile, but I purposely bottomed more often than topped, but my sense is that would change now that I had converted. Maybe I chased, maybe I didn’t, but after testing poz I felt a real urge to share the bug, following Sam's example. When I got the news from my doctor, I got hard and, within a week, had fucked and bred two guys I knew from college. In addition, when Sam held a conversion party for my friend Mark’s son Cody, I was fairly sure my virus would be the one that converted the guy. To be sure though, I got his number and hooked up with him a couple of days ago, literally making him beg me for poz cum. I gave him two big loads, and assuming I’m around when he does test poz, I’m going to remind him he begged me to do it. I pulled into the testing center and I could feel my cock, wet with precum; one way or the other, Chris was going to get some of my poz boy seed that very day. Entering the center, I asked the clerk "Is Chris here? I need to get tested.” Looking up from his computer, the guy answered "Yeah, sign in. He’s here. Or can I or someone else help you?” “I’d really prefer to see Chris, I feel more comfortable with him.” The clerk smiled and replied “Your choice. Have a seat. We’ll call your number when he’s available." “Thanks.” There weren't many people in the waiting room, and I took a seat across the aisle from a hot looking Daddy-type. He had enough gray to be sexy, a few tattoos, a goatee and a nice looking build, but he wasn't what I’d call overly muscular. In short, he was very much my type. With a little chit chat, I learned the Daddy’s name was 'Bill', he was 51, and was at the center to get tested, and that he was (quite surprisingly), a bottom. “I’m probably neg, but I mostly bareback, so I test”, he remarked. I replied with a smile, giving him my most charming smile and slipped it into the conversation that I was a top, and that I also preferred to bareback, casually mentioning "In fact, I pretty much only bareback." “Nice,” he replied, making definite eye contact. “Can I get your number?" We exchanged contact information just before Bill’s waiting room number was called. “See ya later,” I said, thinking as I grinned 'Oh, fuck yeah. I’m gonna get a piece of that ass, which immediately led me to wonder if Bill was still neg. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chris: I was in exam room 4 at the testing center, and found the announcement that my brother was paying me a visit a bit odd as I knew, as he was on PrEP, he was tested every three months. “Hey Tyler, … don’t suppose you’re here to get tested?” He just looked at me with that adorable face of his and shook his head 'no'. Moving closer to the bench on which he was seated, I took his hand, motioned for him to stand, and gave him a warm, brotherly hug, holding him very close, but still looking in his eyes, I gave him my best cautious and concerned smile asking “I know you don’t need a reason to visit … but, tell me what’s going on?” “I’m don’t know … I’m just frustrated, … Jeremy and I are having problems and I …. I don’t know.” “It’s okay, baby brother,” I murmured, pulling him closer, massaging his neck and back. He felt so good pressed against my body this way. Then I realize my cock is getting hard from holding my baby brother. I pull back slightly unsure if he can feel the protrusion in my khakis. “This isn’t really the best place for us to talk Ty, why don’t you come by my place after I get off work and you can tell me everything.” Ty was visibly upset, but nodded in agreement. “Thanks… yeah, I can do that." The control panel lights told me I was needed in the reception room, so I stood, explaining “I need to go help someone else. You sure you going to be okay?” He nodded in reply. “Okay, take your time, I hug him again, “and let Nick or whoever is upfront know you’re done in room four when you leave. Okay?" “Yeah, sure. Oh, hey, what time tonight?” “I get off at 5:30, so anytime after 6:00 or so." "Cool." I get to the front and Nick hands me a waiting list number, “327”, I call out. A cute guy I’ve seen many times before stands up and heads toward with a knowing smile, “Hey Chris!”, I look at him oddly but return his smile, “Room 7.” Following me, I led him down the hall. Now, Room 7 is our corner room at the end of the exam hallway. I’m not sure about Nick or the other guys, but I like this one because it’s a little more private than the rest and I've used it several times, particularly if I think there’s a possibility I can get some action. “Here we go”, I follow him in and shut door pressing the lock at the same time so it’s not too obvious I’m locking the door. “Nice to meet you”, I pause, glancing for his name. “Jake … I’m Jake … I mean … You helped me when I was here before.”, he pauses and says matter-of-factly, “I need to get tested again for HIV.” I smiled reassuringly saying “Okay, sure. That's what we do here. You do look familiar. How long ago did you test? Did I help you?” “Uhhhmm … ‘bout two months ago, I guess. Yeah you helped me … more than once,” giving me a huge smile. “Ahhhh okay, did we test in this room?” I’m didn't really remember us having sex but I needed to find out how far down the rabbit hole goes. “No ... uhmm… I think it was 2 or … hell I don’t remember, but I don’t think I’ve been in this one, the last room didn’t have this”, and he pats down the exam table. “It’s cool … most guys don’t test but once a year, six months if they’ve been sexually active ... and some not at all.” “Cool.” Looking him over, I thought he was typical of the younger guys I find attractive, but breaking into my professional mode I asked “Why did you say ‘need’? I’m trained to discuss safe-sex practices and ways to lower the risk, if you …." Shaking his head he cut me off saying "It's okay." Amusingly, although I’m trained in safe-sex practices, in real life I loathe condoms and I’ve almost always fucked or gotten fucked bareback; as I look him over, the irony isn’t completely lost on me. Jake isn’t talking much, and his declarative sentence “I’ve been having risky sex,” was enough for me, particularly as he was fixated on me, as I was on him. It was also obvious to me his cock was hard, as was mine. Still I tried to remain at least semi-professional. Turning around, I grabbed one of the test kits, opening it to prep it for Jake, giving him my professional instructions “You need to rub this along your gums, on bo…”, and mock demonstrated for him as I turned back to him. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. Jake had removed his shirt, and he had a stunningly beautifully muscled, smooth chest, “…th siiides.” Jake grinned at me, and, without taking his eyes off of mine, he took the swab from me, and in what I can only think is the most sexually-suggestive way I’ve seen a person take an HIV test, swabbed his gums. In handing the swab back to me, his eyes never left mine. Blushing, I swallowed as Jake, still seated, smiled invitingly at me. Yeah, he was calm and ready to go. And I definitely wanted to play with him. Placing the swab in the solution, I turned back to Jake, and, before I could fully register what was happening, his tongue was in my mouth, and my tongue in his mouth. I distinctly remember thinking to myself 'I’m glad I locked the door earlier'. Kissing him led to the shedding of clothing and the mutual exploration of each other's body. I had been fucked at the clinic many times by many guys, but I had never found myself as hot for any guy as I was for Jake. Swallowing his cock, I found it wet with delicious precum. “Chris … ohhhhh … ahhhh that’s good … Chris stop.” Standing, we briefly kissed, afterwards he stooped to nuzzle my cock. I was in heaven. The kissing and sucking and licking continued. We were both very worked up, and, although I had no idea how long we had been in the exam room, I reasoned the clinic could do without my contribution for, at least, a few minutes more. “I need to be fucked,” I moaned into his mouth as I kissed him. "Fuck, yeah," was his only reply. Reaching over to the rear of a nearby cabinet, I moved a box of gauze and retrieved a small flask of Gun Oil I keep here for the occasional hot fuck. “How you want me?” “Doggie.” Lubing his cock and my ass, I climbed onto the exam table, positioning myself on all fours. “Chris?” “Yeah.” “Are you neg?” Nodding I replied “Yeah… I test here every three months.” I always bareback and oddly most of the guys I’ve hooked up with here have turned out neg. “What if I test poz?” Glancing over at the swab I could see the results had not yet appeared, so I asked “Are you poz?” “Yeah… I mean … I could be. I told you I needed to get tested,” he continued, sliding his bare cock in the crack of my ass. It felt amazing. Again I nodded, saying “Yeah … I know … it's okay, I want you.” “I want you too.” “Fuck me." There was a slight pause, “You sure? What if I test poz?” “Don’t care … Fuck me. Now.” At the same moment I pressed back against his resting cock to show him how badly I needed his cock in my ass, poz or negative, reasoning over the years I surely had had more than one poz cock in my ass, especially given that even when a guy tests negative, he could still be HIV+. There's always that 90-day window. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jake: “FUCK!” Chris was under me, begging me for poz cock. I had to comply. My cock head slid slowly into his hole, eliciting a long, deep groan, and an approving “Fuuuuuhhhhk… oh that’s good.” “Yeah baby… take my p… take my cock. Fuck yeah… feels so good,” as I slowly slid my bare, poz, unmedicated cock the rest of the way into Chris’ hot ass, who, I decided, was (for an older guy), hot as fuck. After deep dicking him several minutes I asked “You like that … feel good?” “Yeah … ahhhhh … ahhhhh," he moaned as I picked-up my pace. “I’m so horned… I probably won’t last long … you might have my cum inside you before the test thing finishes," I suggested. Chris turned to look at the swab, as did I. It was still blank. “How will you know if I test poz ... something shows up on there?” I asked, playing dumb. “It shows … ahhhhhhhhhh… oh fuck… fuck me… fuck me… it shows one line if you’re negative and two if detects any HIV anti-bodies.” I keep fucking him, “Ohhh … okay, got it,” maintaining a good fuck rhythm as we barebacked, all the while maintaining a two-way conversation. “What if I’m poz Chris?” “What if you are? Thought I said its okay.” “Yeah … you did, it’s cool … mmm fuck that ass feels good.” “Good … yeah … fuck me… oh fuck that’s good… I want your cum.” “Yeah? You want it… might be getting more than just cum sexy… might be an HIV+ cock inside you right now.” I continued fucking his hole, but accelerated the pace a bit. My crotch was now forcibly slamming into his ass, at least as hard as I could go without knocking the two of us off the exam table. “Give me your poz cum Jake … fuck me.” Glancing at the test I could see it was still blank. “You want poz cum, man? You’re chasing Chris?", punctuating the word 'chase' with a hard slam of my cock into his ass. I could almost hear his silent 'Yeah'. I affirmed his silence saying “SO HOT." “Not so loud dude, they might here us up front.” “Fuuuuck… your ass feels so good wrapped around my cock … I’m getting’ close Chris." “Fuck yeah ... fuck yeah… do it.” “You sure? I can pull out.” Chris answered in a voice which was, in my opinion, a bit too loud “CUM IN ME." “Ahhhhh … ahhhhh … ahhhh … gettin’ there, … getting’ there … ahhhhhhh.” "Fuck yeah… ohhhhhhh your cock feels...” just as my orgasm hit me. “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK… oh fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk … oh fuckkkkkkkkk… ahhhhhhhhhhh… ahhhhhh Chris … ahhhhhh’m cummmming.” My nuts tightened-up as my load forcefully exited the shaft of my cock and entered Chris’ bare ass. It was so warm, and felt so fuckin' perfect. The thought crossed my mind to whether Chris was really neg or doesn’t hook up that much. He had, for all purposes, virtually begged me to poz his ass. I felt his body squirming under me. “Fuck, that was hot, Jake.” “Yeah it was.” At that moment I saw Chris gazing at the test solution. My eyes involuntarily followed his. The test swab clearly showed two lines. “Looks like the test finished."

UPDATE: Yesterday's epic gang bang with 76 confirmed tops was A FLOP! MAYBE 12 guys showed up. mostly limp. took 5 measly loads. what a joke! I guess Seattle is full of all talk and no action. I gotta get the hell out of seattle.

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

Spent 17 hours with a few friends at chem fueled sex party last night at a local hotel. Their were 8 of us total with guys coming and going all night. Had one guy show up who was kind of a punk, he got naked and I sucked his cock for awhile but nothing came of it and he eventually left. Then a very hot 25 year old dark haired top bear came in the room. He is extremely cute but doesn't have a lot of confidence. He almost didn't come in the room once he got there. I saw him and gravitated right to him, got him naked and started sucking his 6.5 cut cock. I am not sure what else went on in the room the rest of the night. We started making out, me cleaning his sweaty pits, sucking his cock, chewing on his nipples, playing in each others holes with dildos and fist, chewing on each others nipples. He got into spanking my ass which I love. We made out an played around for over 12 hours before he slide his cock up in my hole and started fucking me. He was slapping me in the face and spitting on me while he was sliding in and out of my hole. He fucked me for a good 45 mins before he exploded a huge fucking load of cream into my hole, then keep fucking me to push his seed even deeper into me. We both were exhausted and sweaty. He left shortly after, I got back online to try and find some more players but nothing ever panned out. Nice thing is this sexy bear lives just 10 miles away for me, so I am sure his cock will be back in my ass sone

I'd become addicted to meeting married guys. Even though I knew it was morally wrong, my dick didn't care. Neither did my asshole. Whenever I would chat with a guy who was "discrete" I would inevitably ask them if they were married. I think my brain hoped that they weren't, so that I could hook up guilt-free. But my ass would hope that they were married, so I could get fucked by a married man. There was something so hot about a guy, married to a woman, with children of his own, raising a family. A man so confident in his ability to manipulate those around him, to fuck a fag like me. After my first couple hook ups with married men, I desired to be their piece on the side. They can take it or leave it, but my ass was open to them. I met up with a construction worker, who was currently staying at his friend's place while working a job. His wife and kids were back home miles away, and I released myself to him with abandon. We kissed furiously within the first seconds of greeting each other. I couldn't get enough of his buff physique, hairy in some places and smooth in others, with skin bright red from working in the sun shirtless. After some hot foreplay, he made a move to fuck me. I asked if he had any condoms, and he said he wanted to fuck me raw. I appreciated a man who stated what he wanted. No bullshitting or lying like, "oh I forgot to buy condoms sorry!" He wanted to ride me bareback and made it known. I weakly protested, but he only smirked as he playfully wrestled me down. I tried pushing back against him, to see how far he would go. He wrangled me face down, ass up, his thick hand holding my neck. Using only a couple globs of spit, he sank his girth into me, and I squealed into the sheets. At last, I felt like was home again. Being filled by a man, a real man. A man who's dick has probably fucked many men and woman, including his wife. The same dick that has brought children into the world. In a weird way I wished his seed would make me pregnant, marking me as his property. I loved getting dominated like that. His hand held my neck down, choking me as he brutally fucked and seeded my ass. After he came, I massaged his cock with my ass, milking it for all I could get. We met up frequently before he finished his job and went back home. I knew it would eventually end, and that was all part of the allure to me. Am I fucked up?

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

2. My cock strained against the tight constraints of my briefs, a thin trickle of sweat running down my back in the blistering New York in July heat. I had dressed the way I knew he would want me: a tight fitting red shirt with the sleeves cut off, the side open showing off the thick toned body I worked so hard for at the gym four times a week; a red baseball cap turned backwards on my head; and black basketball shorts slung low on my plump ass, exposing the white fabric of my slightly too small briefs. I walked quickly up the seven block from my apartment and over the three avenues to the hotel when Ben was staying, thinking, as one only does in the middle of a summer heat wave, how much I loved winter. I slipped past the front desk of the hotel making straight for the elevators to the back of the well-decorated posh lobby. Checking my cell again for the floor and room number I selected eleven and waited as the doors closed. My back was now damp with sweat from the heat combined with how quickly I had walked over and with how damn excited I was to be seeing Ben again and taking his new gift. I was actually shaking as I stepped off the elevator and walked down the softly lit wallpapered corridor to his room at the far end of the hall. For a long moment I stared at the door, daring the brass number plate to blink first. When it didn’t I finally swallowed my nerves and knocked on the door. It was opened quickly and there stood Ben in all his glory dressed only in a loosely draped towel about his waist. The year apart had done nothing to diminish his good looks; in fact, they had, if that was possible, grown sense I had last seen him. His skin was lightly kissed with the warm gold of someone who spent a lot of time walking out in the sun, his beard was flecked with just a little more gray then I remember, his head still a beautiful bald dome. He looked as though he was going to the gym more then I did, his previously lean frame was now bulked out, his chest broader and more powerful then ever before and strangely seemed to be even hairier then I remembered. He smiled and stepped aside to let me into the room, both of us drinking the other one in with long anticipated lust. My eyes drifted down from his strong chest to his now washboard abs, taking in the thick trail of hair that vanished into the towel. As my eyes alighted on the towel is when I noticed it, the top two spikes of the new biohazard tattoo that adorned his right hipbone. “Wanna see the rest of it,” he said, in his deep low voice. Just the sound of his voice made me weak at the knees and hard as a rock. Every time I heard it the memories of the hundreds of sexual acts that voice had talked me through came rushing into my head like water rushing through a broken damn. “Yes,” I said, my mouth a little dry. He shifted his hand slightly and brushed the towel off allowing it to fall to the ground. My cock gave a powerful throb. The tattoo, now fully exposed, only made him hotter. Lined up so that the center of the symbol was level with his cock one could not help but take in both sights at the same time and it caused my dry mouth to suddenly fill with saliva. I couldn’t help myself, he was too perfect standing there, completely naked his back to the now closed hotel room door. I feel to my knees, closing the distance between us with the fall and without using my hands pulled his slowly rising cock into my mouth. I slurped and salivated over his steadily growing cock, relishing the feeling as his cock head started to push down my throat. Ben’s hands slipped onto my head, brushing off my hat his fingers entwined themselves in my hair. He groaned as he started slowly to fuck my throat. I knelt there, fully clothed, desperately sucking at his gorgeous cock, trying my best to keep my eyes locked on the tattoo now so very close to my face. After a few moments Ben’s held me head still and looking down at me said, “You’re sure as hell a lot better at that then the first time we met.” I laughed as best one can with a nine-inch long cock down ones throat, “but today’s not about you worshiping my cock like that is it? No,” he said answering the question for himself, “it’s about you taking my new loads in your hot wet cunt. So now that you’ve gotten me hard, strip off and show me that hole I’ve been missing so much.”

I don't have that much hair around my pussy but i tend to shave it off anyways.

Steven Daigle who started in porn after his appearance on Big Brother 10 just appeared in a T.I.M video called CumWhore.

Damn - Now I don't feel too bad for wanting to fuck both of you in college.

My first true story here. Stuck at a divey motel in Mississippi, horned up and stroking with guys online, I decided I needed some real hole. I hopped on Grindr. Pretty soon I hear a message chirp. He's 18, but lives with his parents about 30 minutes away, no car. The usual. I figure, too much trouble. I tell him no. But, he sends me hot, hot pix, to which I think, yeah right. I ask for full body shots. He sends them and I start to come around, thinking he's for real. We make plans. I hop in my car, pop some viagra, a slug of water, and Waze myself toward his house. All the way he's texting me and asking what I'm going to do to him. It's clear after I test the waters with some suggestions that he's going to let me do what I want and I'm precumming through my pants imaging my cock in this boy. When I arrive, he's standing in the rain on the side of the road. He hops in all shaggy dog wet in a baggy tee-shirt and sweatpants. All I can see is his profile. He leans over to me and we start making out right there in front of his parent's trailer. On the drive back to the motel, he works my zipper down and pulls my now viagra-hard cock out. He tells me he's never blown anyone in a car before. I laugh thinking about all the times I've been told this is the first time, but I actually believe him. I tell him to clean up my cock. It's oozing precum. He does and then deep kisses me as we're getting onto the interstate. I taste myself in his mouth at the same time making sure we don't wreck. On the highway, he undoes his seat belt and completely undresses, tossing his clothes to his feet. I catch glimpses of him as we pass highway lights but I have to concentrate on the road. I reach over and find his cock. It's big, probably 8 inches, not hard but amazingly silky smooth, baby like. We pass by a truck inspection zone and, with the hundreds of sodium lights, I finally get to see how fine he really is. Boyish but slightly hairy, black treasure trail to a thick and long cock in a nice patch of bushy black pubes, really hairy legs. My cock's out, he's naked, cars are passing making this feel dangerous. I'm delighted. We get off the highway and pull up to a traffic light. He's putting his clothes back on. A car full of party girls pulls up next to us and assess the situation. They honk their horn and giggle, waving hands and peel out when the light turns green. The kid and I laugh. In the motel room, I kneel and take his cock in my mouth, work my tongue around it and pull his sweats off again. He smells teenager wet. His cock is the smoothest I've had in a long time, and beautifully shaped. I ask him how it feels and he says, okay, but he doesn't really feel much. A little surprised, I ask him what does feel good. He says only being fucked makes him feel anything. Something about a childhood infection numbed him. But his ass is still sensitive. He says it's almost impossible for him to cum. So, I say, "Okay, let's make you feel good." I strip down, hard as hell from the pill. My cock's wet and dripping so I run it by his hole leaving a stringy blob of clear precum. I work it into his hole with my finger and then push my tongue into him. He moans a bit and I ask him how this is feeling. He laughs. "Good," he says. I spread his cheeks, and take a good close look at his hole. It's pink and clean and beautifully formed between his hairy ass cheeks. His butt is strong and the valley where his hole resides is firm, taught, well defined. I tell him to push his hole out toward me. It forms a little mound and opens a bit as he pushes. I spit on it and sit up to rub my cock over it, coating it with more precum. I tell him to pulse it out at my cock. Each time he does it kind of eats a little of my precum. I lean over his back and embrace him, my cock between his cheeks. I run my cock back and forth over his hole, getting it wetter. As I pump I direct my cock so it starts to catch his hole, pausing in its subtle indentation each time, and squirting a little more precum into him with each pump. The further I move inside him the more he moans, and as I'm deep kissing him, I slide my cock all the way in, slowly, until my pelvis is pressed right against his hot hairy ass and I feel his warmth all around me. He tenses a bit and groans. We hang there and kiss until I feel him relax. He's tight. He's also cute, so I flip him over and put his legs over his head so I can watch his boy face as I fuck him. He smiles and motions me to kiss him. I lean down and we tongue-play, his thin half shaven beard tickling my face as I begin to pump him. His ass is still tight and almost too painful to be in. So I pull out and add some lube to the mix which helps. After a few minutes, I'm fucking him harder and he's taking it. I watch my cock push in and pull out, the rim of his ass stretching over my cock, taught and pink, relaxing more and feeling great. I feel my cock pass by the soft folds of the inside of his hole, a pleasure unlike any I know. I slam him hard a couple times and he winces, but smiles and nods. His balls and cock jiggle with each thrust. I decide to really pound him. His eyes open wide, his mouth too, and he looks at me as if this really is the first time, his head slowly moving side to side, almost saying no, but not quite. I quickly pull out, and he gasps. I lift his ass up to my face and plunge my tongue into his hole. It's warm and slippery and funky with precum and boyhole flavors. I'm in heaven. I inhale deeply and lean back and stroke for a minute while massaging his hole with my fingers, running them lightly around his worked out hole. He begs me to fuck him mor. I lube up my cock and slide in. I give him a few spanks. His hole tightens around my cock and I thrust in response. I slap his face and spit on his chest. He says, "Yes, daddy, yes!" We get into a rhythm, and I'm getting close. My cock gets even harder and thickens, he moans, "Give it to me, oh, daddy!" I say, "You want it boy?" And he says, "Yes, cum in me, cum in me daddy! I want your cum!" I feel my whole body tremble as I get closer and as my shudders ripple through my cock he smiles. I feel myself reach that point of no return and I suddenly stop thrusting. I'm there. He looks at me with a "please, please, please" look, his eyebrows raised, and squeezes his hole. Surges of cum pump from my cock, maybe a half dozen, big at first and then trailing off as I feel the wave of orgasm pass through me. He feels it and says, "Oh, yes!" After coming down, I slowly pump a couple more times to push my load deep inside him and then I sit back, gently leaving him, watching my cum coated cock exit his reddened hole. I tell him to push it out. I want to see it. I lift him up by his legs so his ass is close to my face and he pushes a little cum out. I sample it with my tongue. Tangy. I tell him, "Good boy, you're a hot fuck." He says, "Wow, that wasn't as hard as I thought it would be."

I didn't know people got rewarded on here - I think it's very cool that rawTOP is watching over us so intently! I'm curious to see my own rating now, I had never really noticed it before...