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I headed off to a sauna in Manchester, which I’ve heard is a bit of a wild city for bareback fun, but this wasn'tn't my experience. It was Saturday night so there were many hot guys in attendance, but every single one of them seemed to want to play safe, not only the guys with whom I connected in their private rooms, but even those I encountered in the public dark rooms. Everywhere I heard the annoying snap snap snap of a condom going on. God damn it! After an hour or so of this, a switch went off in my head: if anyone tries to fuck me safe, I am just going to walk away. And sure enough, I was leaving a trail of condom-lovers in my wake. I found myself politely, but adamantly refusing to play with any of the guys. Better no sex than crappy sex with a condom. After some time I went to the café area, where I caught a bit of a sleep, and when I awakened, I sucked off a couple of hot guys here and there, but that was it. At 5:00 AM I concluded to myself 'Forget about getting fucked bareback. It's not going to happen tonight'. With that I decided to give it one last walk around and maybe leave. Then, barely a few minutes later, I ran into a hot Turkish guy with whom I’d been chatting earlier. He was tall, black-haired, fairly muscular, a face both handsome and pretty in that way only Middle Eastern guys can do well. I threw caution to the wind, gave him my sluttiest, most cruisy look, and walked straight past him into the room with the sex sling. I jump right into it, and no sooner had I positioned myself than he walked into the room. So there I was, in position, ass up legs in the air. He immediately began rubbing his cock on my hole. This seems promising so I lubed my ass up, and then quickly rub some lube on his cock. That seems to be the signal he was waiting for: he slipped his boner into me. I felt a rush of relief. At last! Finally someone willing to fuck me properly, naturally, skin on skin. He fucked me quite well, with alternating strokes, hard and deep to gentle and slow. It felt excellent. Suddenly over his shoulder appeared a slim ginger lad in his early 20s. He peered down over Turkish Guy’s shoulder as if checking for something, then asked Turkish Guy “Are you fucking him bareback, mate?” Turkish guy looks at him and smiled. “Yes he is!” I answered loudly. Ginger Lad nods approvingly, replying “I’m next then” before starting to play with Turkish Guy’s nipples and kissing him. Fuck yes, I was very happy at this development. Quite soon Turkish Guy pulls out, wanks for a bit and then slams his cock back into me just as he was cumming. Weirdly I don’t feel the cumshot, but his reaction said it all. He withdrew, murmured "Thanks" and walked away. Meanwhile Ginger Lad had already stepped forward and had slid inside me like a shot. Perhaps he had also been hunting for bareback all night. I smiled from ear to ear. Clearly bareback cumshots are like buses – you wait ages for one and then two come along at the same time. Ha ha ha. Anyway, Ginger Lad was fucking me nice and hard, and clearly Turkish Guy's cum was an excellent lube, because it was a nice, satisfying fuck. It also occurred to me that Ginger Lad, who had a slim body, had a similarly built cock, 'cause it felt long and slim inside my hole. I took pleasure in the thought that he was working Turkish Guy’s cumshot into my body. Before long Ginger Lad shot his load inside my hole, and I encouraged him to “Fuck your cum into me.” He did so for a few minutes, and then withdrew, walking away without a word. Nice. I love serving as a hole for guys like him. A couple of other guys had come into the sling room to watch and I offered them a go, but no one seemed to have the courage, so I jumped out of the sling feeling fucking wired, flying from jizzjoy and the awesome feeling that comes from a couple of good hard proper fucks. I decided to head to the showers, bone hard, my body body tense and ecstatic with the shivers that come with good sex. On the way I met a guy, 'Teen Guy', who couldn't have been any older than 18. He was sporting a huge cock, but very young. Seeing me, Teen Guy was clearly interested, and he gestured for me to follow him into the steam room, where we promptly began kissing. However, the thought of the cum from Turkish Guy and Ginger Lad won out, and I blurted out "You want to fuck me?" Without saying a word, he stood-up, and gestured for me to do the same, and positioning me so I was bent-over, whereupon he slipped inside my hole. Now, to tell the truth it fucking hurt. His cock was really, really huge, and it was long, but I willed myself to accept it, that the pain was worth the pleasure of a third bareback guy in a row. I was more than willing to put up with any amount of pain to get this teen guy’s cumshot in my ass. After a couple of minutes of being pounded, he withdrew, and gestured for me to follow him into a private room, where he spent the next ten minutes or so fucking me hard. Although wired, and determined to get his cumshot, I had to bite down to ignore the pain. He was fucking me much deeper and harder than the first two guys, so I tried to move through the pain to enter into a deep ecstasy but it was impossible. In the end I just lay there, face down, my back arched, my hole open, taking his cock anyway I could, letting this teen use my ass for his pleasure. Fortunately my discipline paid off: he came hard inside me, thrusting so hard and deep the pain reached fever pitch. But I could distinctly feel the cumshot, the warm rush inside me. Fuck yeah. After his last drops were deposited in my hole he withdrew and disappeared. I felt completely used and cumdumped, which was an awesome feeling. Now all I wanted was to find someone else to massage the three cumshots into my ass. Sure enough about five minutes later I did, again bareback, this time in a corridor. The guy, who I immediately labeled 'Jack hammer', had a cock somewhat smaller than Teen Guy’s so he fit comfortably. As his nickname implies, he was pounding quite hard, and I began hoping for a fourth cumshot, when he slowed down and stopped. "Are you gonna cum in me?” I asked. “No mate," replied Jack Hammer, explaining "I’ve cum twice already. Just I’m on Viagra so it’s still hard.” Okay, so no cumshot, but he was still good for a fuck. So I told him I had three loads in my ass, and I asked that he continue fucking me. He complied, pulling out at one point and announced he could see the cum coating his cock. Then he slid back in, fucking me until the cum was deep inside my hole. Sadly he never actually came, but so be it. Well, this has been a long story! As a side note, over the next five days I kept watch, and I'm happy to report the cum never made any kind of reappearance so it must’ve been thoroughly fucked into me and then absorbed. It was fucking awesome. I pulled bareback victory out of the jaws of condom defeat (!!) and got some loads in my ass after a lot of work. A good night in the end.

I had gono in the ass just once (amazingly!) and it was exactly like you describe - kind of a puss clear/white slimy film. It was a really long time ago. Last fall I had chlamydia in my ass, and there were no symptoms at all. You might have to insist they check you anally and throat if you see a straight doctor. Some docs will just do a urine test of your cock, but gay guys need all their holes checked. stds are a fact of life for barebackers and why I "prefer" PrEP or undetectable buddies over "neg" guys due to the frequent tests. I was really a little surprised at my last checkup that I was all "clean".......had a lot of sex since my last checkup, and with some pretty major sluts! Definitely get tested - treatment is easy. Not a doctor and don't know if it shows up other areas even if you didn't fuck raw - not sure, but symptoms sound like you have gono or chlamydia to me...don't freak out, just get tested and treated. I tell my fuckbuds or guys I can contact, but I think I'm in the minority. I wanna keep fucking with my fuckbuds and not pass it back and forth

The Hitch-Hiker (Part 1 – Daniel) It was in late fall. I was driving down the interstate without a route in my mind, without any directions. I was looking for the right guy. He shouldn’t be too tall as I liked my toys around 170 cm. Not taller. He should be skinny as I want to be able to move his body around when we are in action. He should be young, preferably a twink with no body hair at all. While 18 years would be great, certainly no one older than 21. It was around 6:00 PM and it was getting dark already and so I chose to close the books for today and head home, when I saw a blonde angel sitting on his huge backpack at the side of the road and holding a handwritten sign with the single word '‘Portland’. I slowed my car down and slid the window down on the passenger’s seat. “Hey there,” the guy said politely, adding “Going north…. ?” He looked very tired. “Well, I can give you a ride for a while, though I won’t drive to Portland,” I explained. “That’s rocking. Any distance will help," he replied, not moving from the passenger’s side, presumably awaiting my instructions. I got out of my car and, opening the trunk of my car, said "Here, put your backpack in here, and then hop into the car." He turned to his backpack. I could feel my cock growing while he was bending down and trying to lift it from the ground. His tight blue jeans showed slipped down a bit and showed part of his ass. I wanted to rip his clothes off right then and there, but instead I helped him lift the stuff into my trunk. After we both got into the car and fastened our seatbelts I started the engine and we drove off. “What’s your name?” I asked. “Daniel. And yours?" “My friends call me 'Scorpion',” I replied with a grin. He chuckled, saying "I like that," as he added "“Nice to meet you, Scorpion and thanks for giving me a ride.” He gave me a broad smile, flashing his perfect set of teeth. “How long had you been waiting on the side of the road?" “Man, forever, it seems. I had trouble with my girlfriend. We had a huge fight and then she kicked me out of the car, the stupid bitch,” he complained. “Yeah, I know what you mean. I am slightly older than you, but women can be bitches in all decades.” “Well, thanks to you, at least I'm one step closer to getting home," he commented. “Living still at home with your parents?” I asked. Daniel nodded. We kept on talking for a while. Daniel mentioned me he had just celebrated his 18th birthday with the slut of his girlfriend and now he was heading home from this bad vacation. “Would you hand me the water bottle from the back seat?” I asked him suddenly. “Sure” he replied and unfastened his seat belt trying to fetch my bottle from the seat behind. That way I could almost smell his ass cunt, and, as the seat of his jeans slid down, the upper reaches of his butt cheeks were clearly visible. Having retrieved the bottle,he turned around and gave me the water. “You’re thirsty?” I asked. He nodded but told me, that his bottle was in the backpack and that one was in the trunk. I suggested he look around, that there should be another bottle some where in the back seat. I knew there was one left, since I had spiked it with GHB. Again Daniel made his way to show me the moon. My cock was already bulging out dangerously. He opened the water bottle and didn’t seem to register that he didn’t hear the obvious ‘click’ from a sealed bottle. He swallowed a few sips and we continued talking casually. I started to drink from my water bottle again and animated Daniel to drink some more water too. After a while I realized, that Daniel was getting sleepy I slowed down the car speed. It appeared he had drunk about half of the bottle of spiked water. I wanted him to be conscious, but helpless. I hoped he didn’t drink too much. The open bottle in his hand dropped to his crotch and spilled on his jeans. I pulled over into an apparently little used parking lot and stopped the car. There were no other cars in sight. I grabbed the bottle out of the boy's crotch and asked him if he was okay. He wasn’t barely even able to open his eyes, but he saw the mess he produced. “Oh no…. I am sorry mate….. I am just so tired. I don’t know what…..” he mumbled. “No big deal” I replied and added, that it was only water. Still I told him I needed to dry the mess, since the water was already reaching his seat. He nodded solemnly, but didn’t reply and so I took a hand towel I had deliberately placed on the driving console, and wiped Daniel’s crotch, giving his dick a good groping. He moaned and tried to focus on me, but was not able to show great resistance. “Spread your legs, so I can reach the seat” I instructed him. He did, but I didn’t care about the seat. I was, however, very interested in the guy's crotch. It was time. I threw the towel aside and massaged Daniel’s dick unashamedly through his jeans and started opening his buttons. He moaned softly, but didn’t open his eyes anymore. “Got you,” I murmured as I turned back and re-started the engine. I wanted to reach the nearest possible abandoned place, and, as I knew the area very well, I already had a good spot in mind. I glanced at my drowsing new toy and thought ‘The Scorpion is about to sting again'.

I've been in Atlanta for years and even though I dodged the bug for years, I've been poz for a while now. Every time I try to get my life to the vanilla, house and picket fence type shit, my perviness takes over. And I understand. I'm a hung athletic BBC with tattoos. I'm the stereotypical macho fucking black guy that you see and you're like "That guy will fuck some shit up". While it has worked in my favor, it has worked against me sometimes, but I'm really happy. I've had TONs of sexual experiences, with women, men, and TSs. I've been taken care of by older men and women, which has always helped. But my perviness is imprinted into me from years of living in ATL. I've been all over the US and I can honestly say ATL is the home of some of the freakiest people, PERIOD. Especially for lovers of Big Black Cock. So, if you are looking for it here in ATL, I can point you into the right direction. No matter how crazy or raunchy, let me know and I'll try my best to point you in the right direction. Now I'm a verse, meaning I truly flip flop, some days I top, some days I top and bottom. I'll give you honest answers to your questions. Might even meet up with you and organize a gangbang or 2. But I'm telling you, I've seen it ALL in this city. ANd had some hot times. Been to EVERY porn theatre and most ABSs, fucked white girls for free of backpage raw in hotels in Cobb County suburbs to rooftops with tranny prostitues hitting me BB in the ass while I sniff poppers in Midtown. I've been to Trapeze to Flex. Fucked OUTSIDE on the ramp at the CHesire Motor Inn. Did Gangbangs in Insurrection. Pimped out white boys from out of town on Chesire Bridge. You have a question, ask.

It's sometimes called jizzjoy, sometimes cumdrunk...And I know this topic has been covered before, particularly here: https://breeding.zone/topic/17085-iblastinside-qa-is-jizzjoy-real-yes-would-i-be-less-uptight-if-i-went-raw-yes/?hl=jizzjoy But I wanted to open up a discussion, because almost every time I get a raw cumshot in my ass I experience a really strong reaction for about an hour afterwards, and sometimes longer. When I feel that warm rush inside me, there's an overwhelming flood of endorphins that makes my whole body tingle and shudder. Like something beyond my control has pushed me out of myself. Like pleasure but so so intense, it's hard to put words on it. Then after a few minutes it can go one of two ways... The first is a kind of joyous ecstasy. I start to smile, and feel a genuine deep joy whilst simultaneously my cock gets harder than it ever gets anytime else. Sometimes I laugh, other times my body erupts into sweet tickly shivers. Often the top is gone by this point and I'm just enjoying the sweet glow by myself. The second way it can go is I get real wired, a ramrod hard horniness and a shivering body like I've just had a huge surge of energy and power. My breath shakes as I inhale and exhale, my body shudders and I can barely walk. I'm in ecstasy in the classical sense - beyond pleasure and pain into something wide-eyed and fucking primordial. The effect is strong enough for people on occasion to ask me if I'm high. ...which I suspect I am but not with chems. There's some evidence that semen contains a whole range of chemicals that elicit happiness and can manipulate mental and emotional states. Particularly with the second state of shivering, energetic high I can sometimes get really reckless in any subsequent sexual encounter... which of course I love!! There are times when cum is like a drug to me. It feels a bit weird to admit that openly, but the truth is I wouldn't have it any other way. So, I'd like to hear from other guys - particularly bottom guys - do you experience similar feelings of jizzjoy as I do? Does it affect you differently? And top guys, have you ever witnessed your cum appearing to cause jizzjoy in your bottom guy when you fuck him bare? Tell me about your experiences. Does anyone else get this as intensely as I seem to, or is this level of jizzjoy kind of normal for most guys...? Tell me. Looking forward to what comes up!

Literaly went for a genuine piss in Tescos supermarket.. bloke in there wanking his cock, hot type of chunky guy, i sucked him good, nice thick uncut cock, took me in the cubicle, spat on his cock, rubbed my hole with spit and slid right up me to the hilt and fucked me good, his zip of his fly was stuck up and i could feel his zip banging against the cheeks of my arse, his cock was so deep in me and his hands were really gripping my pelvis really hard that he was leaving finger prints on my skin he fucked me really hard, people were coming in and out as he was sliding his thick dick in and out of my arse, it felt great having his length in my hole, he was really a good fucker, he grunted deep and shot his load in my arse deep, he could not leave straight away as people were outside the cubicle, so i sucked his cock clean.My arse is sore from the catching of the zip, but it was worth it .

Notwithstanding my best intentions, a kind of madness comes over me every few weeks, when all I want to do is take as much cum in my ass as I can. And I’m not particular about from whom. There is a sauna I usually visit which has two floors and a basement which is reached via a short corridor and a flight of steps down to a dark doorway. The basement is pitch black, steamy and smelly from body odours. You can’t see anyone inside, but I have watched the men coming and going and I know they are the old, the trolls and the skinny sleazy guys no-one would play with in the light of the main floors. Consequently, the sex is completely unsafe – no condoms are used or offered – as these men are infected already or just don’t care. I stripped and made my way down the corridor and down the stairs. My heart began to pound, not only with fear and excitement but the strong smell of poppers in the fetid air. I moved into the darkness, sensing and feeling sweating naked bodies crushed in the confined space around me. Reaching out, I felt the chains of the sling hanging in the centre of the room. I turned and lowered myself onto the seat, shuddering with disgust at the sliminess on my bare skin from spunk and lube dripping over the leather. Immediately, calloused hands grabbed my ankles, lifting my legs and pushing stirrups over my feet. I lay there with my legs wide and asshole exposed, like a fly in a web and waited, only able to see vague pale shape looming around me. A finger probed my hole, sliding into the lube I had applied in the changing room. I heard a low chuckle and other hands pinched my nipples as a warm wet mouth engulfed my swollen cock. I groaned, unable to resist, feeling and embracing the degradation as I offered myself to the darkness. A man loomed between my legs, flabby body like a white slug and lank black hair over his sweating brow. He was fumbling below his belly as he got into position, and then I felt his cock sliding into me. I gasped at the thickness of it, feeling the veins along the shaft as it slid up me until his cold, clammy belly lay on my cock and the sling began to sway and creak as he fucked me. The noise attracted a crowd and the urged him on as he rode me towards a climax. I gasped with pleasure as his cock slid deliciously in and out, and sweat dripped from his face on to mine. Then he gave a grunt and pushed deep into me as his cock throbbed and spurted into my guts. After a moment, he pushed off me and his cock slid out followed by a gush of sperm. There was a scramble and a mouth clamped over my hole, lapping up the sperm leaking from my body. Then another man was between my legs. I could see he was old and skinny with thick rings hanging from his sagging tits. His face was hollow, but his eyes pierced into mine. We connected at that fundamental level which all pigs understand, and, giving me a toothless grin, his long, mushroom headed cock found my hole and slid up into my hole. I could do nothing but reach around and embrace his bony back and wait for him to breed me….

I woke up early Sunday morning, made some coffee, and got online to see who was cruising. By 7:00 a.m. when the laundry room in the basement of my apartment building opened I was horny and frustrated. I put on my black, Calvin Klein underwear briefs, black jeans, a t-shirt and my Nikes, got the dirty clothes out of the hamper and headed to the building’s basement where the laundry room was. No one is ever in there that time of day, but this morning when I walked in I immediately smelled the smoke of someone hitting a blunt, and fuck it smelled good. The laundry room is shaped like a big L, and as soon as I turned the corner I saw a 20 something guy sitting at the folding table, smoking, wearing a white t-shirt and running shorts, barefooted, headphones on and looking at his laptop. I nodded as I walked past him; glancing at his laptop and noted he was watching a porn. He paid me no mind, seemed not to care that he was smoking in a place where he could be caught by the building manager, and was engrossed watching some chick get banged raw by a big white dick. As I put my clothes in the washer, I kept glancing his way. He had thick black, wavy hair and looked like he was Italian, or Spanish with a nice build. I finished loading the machines, put my money in, started them and then turned and stepped closer to the guy and looked over his shoulder at the movie. I started rubbing my hardening dick and tried to get a contact off his smoke. The guy turned, saw me rubbing my dick, pulled the headphone off his right ear allowing me to faintly hear the action as he said, “What’s going on? Want a hit,” while he held out his blunt. I laughed and said, “Yeah, that shit smells great, but I shouldn’t, makes me horny as hell and I’m already worked up needing to get fucked.” He just smiled, nodded, took a long hit and held it, squeezing his eyes shut a little, and passed the blunt my way as he inclined his head. I shrugged, set my laundry detergent down, took the smoke and inhaled deep and slow, closing my eyes to enjoy the taste, heat, and gentle high. I took another hit, handed the blunt back, and started rubbing my dick as my hole ached to be fucked. I decided to risk it and said, “Damn, that’s good and fuck, now I’m even hornier. Look man, not sure what you get into and no offense, but if you want to bust your nutt, I would like to take it for you.” The guy exhaled, smiled and said, “OK, but I’m staying at my g… my friends.” My place was free, but I had a better idea. He closed his laptop, stood up, and followed me out of the laundry room. Right next to the laundry room is an old bathroom used only by the janitor. The metal orange door is dented, rusted, and has two signs on it, both of them hung crooked – ‘lavatory’ and ‘NO SMOKING.’ I opened the door, stepped in, and the guy followed me. I locked the door behind us, stepped around in front of him, dropped my pants and bent over, placing my hands on the sink and watched in the mirror as the guy held out his hand to offer me another hit. I took it and inhaled as he set his laptop down, pulled his shorts down and started stroking. I turned, handed the blunt back to him and watched in the mirror as he inhaled again and kept stroking with his right hand. I could not see his dick that well, but I was hard and dripping so I pulled my cheeks apart and waited. The guy started to push against my dry hole and his dick felt really thick. I pulled my cheeks apart as far as they would go as he pushed hard, forcing his dick up into my hole, raw and dry. I was ready to tell him to let me spit on it first when his dick head forced its way through my ass ring, scratching and pulling as he dry fucked me. I grunted a little, fuck he was thick! When I opened my eyes he was hitting the blunt again and working his hips to open me up. The blunt was just about used up when he tossed it into the sink in front of me, the smoking end slowly going out as my ass increasingly burned from the dry fuck. The guy pushed as deep as he could go and felt like he was maybe 8 inches or so. He grabbed my shoulders and started to fuck harder and faster, neither one of us saying a word as my hole ate him up. After about 5 minutes of steady ass slapping and fucking his pace picked up, his eyes closed, and I could feel his cock twitch and unload inside me. His body shook and his fingers gripped tight as he bred me before pulling his dick out while my ass resisted and tried to keep him in. He grabbed some toilet paper, wiped his dick off, tossed it into the sink too, pulled his shorts up, picked up his laptop, and left me bent over the sink. I could feel his load leaking out of my ass, and looking down and saw several gobs of thick, yellowish cum coating my Calvins. I pulled my pants up feeling the wetness of his load, and went back into the laundry room to see if he would like my number or wanted to come upstairs to my place and fuck some more. The laundry room was empty, so I went back to my apartment and got back online, letting the guys on BBRT know my ass was precummed and needed more. A couple hours later after two different tops had come by to breed me, I went back to the laundry room hoping he might me back there. He wasn’t, there were just a couple old ladies, so I walked the halls a bit and still nothing, and never did see him again, but sure did enjoy taking his load.

Part 2: AIDs Bone – Wrecker – POZ – the boy’s begging for my load exposed something primal in me. A newfound need was exposed like the ragged edges of flesh from a scab pulled away too soon and the only way to soothe the sharp hurt was to take it out on his sorry faggy ass. I had already gaped the youngin and got $50 in my pocket for it, and now the beast in me demanded more to sate my hunger. Did the pretty boy beg for me to stop? Probably. Did the pretty boy beg for me not to fuck so hard? Definitely. Did the pretty get what he wanted? No, he got what he deserved – my Wreckin-AIDs-Bone. With a final grunt I blew another load into a wet, shredded hole in the ABS. The pretty boy was still gasping in pleasure, pain, and desire as he held out his hand full of goodies from his stuffed pockets and let me take what I desired. A crumpled $100 he got for sucking some old white dude probably, and a bus pass, and a few other things I knew I could trade, and I was driven to find my next victim. I tucked my slime covered dick away, brushed past the eager crowd waiting in the hall, and made my way out front. The skanky clerk was still ready his trashy magazine when I came out from the back. He looked at me and could tell I was a man needing to breed and before he could make an offer I laid out my terms, “I want to settle up. My tab is wiped clean and I get to come and go anytime I please. Give me one of those membership pass things. In return – (and for dramatic affect I unzipped my pants and hauled out my semi-hard, still ass slime covered black dick) – I got two more loads at least I got to bust. You can run, cry, whateva the fuck I don’t care, but my nutt is going in your ass – NOW!” OMFG the look on his skank face as his eyes bulged, he swallowed hard, his hands shook, and he glanced around to see if anyone else was in the ABS right then as he had that look of, “Did you just hear what I heard? Is that right?” – HA! I stepped up onto the little stage behind the counter that his stool was perched on, my man stink thick and dark like my dick, and casually set my now swollen meat on his forearm and asked, “So you in?” As I was waiting for his reply one of the coughing fits came on and I hacked a loogie right onto the floor at the foot of his stool and waited. A few hems, haws, and we had an agreement. I don’t like owing nobody nothing and tonight’s fuck would take care of my ABS debt and set me up for getting in and out anytime I wanted. I don’t trust folks no more and asked the clerk if the other folks that worked there would give me shit about the pass and he laughed and told me no, he was the fucking owner too – who knew? I didn’t want to go back into the booths, so while I waited for him to wrap up and hand off to the next clerk, I sat outside on the stoop next door and smoked and welcomed the heat. While I sweated like a bitch, it did seem to keep the cough at bay. A couple cigs later the owner came out of the ABS and tried to strike up a friendly chat, but this was business, so I waved him to step back and then followed several paces behind as he led me to his walk up a few blocks away. His apartment was not big or fancy and maybe had been nice in 1950. Guess owning an ABS is not the way to make bucks. He told me to make myself comfortable and when I asked for the john so I could take a piss he was on his knees in 2 seconds flat, mouth open, and well hell, I filled his gut with two kidney’s worth of rankness. I asked if he wanted me to wash up or anything and he told me no, he liked musky dudes, real men, hated cologne and deodorant and shit, and I was with him on that. Fucking faggys and pretty boys smelled like a flower mart. I lit up a cigarette, set my t-shirt on the back of the wood chair to give some cushion against the bones that jutted out of my spine when the ABS owner said, “You know, I might be able to set you up with some clients. Pass folks your way at the store if you’d work for me, nothing big, just a small cut of what you make.” I shook my head no, I was not looking for no pimp. He tried another tact, “OK, OK, well how about moving some product for me? Some of the guys do that for me. Little bits – nothing big mind you – don’t need the men in blue coming down on me – but just bits to keep folks happy.” I shook my head no again, stamped out the cigarette on the old plate he had set down for me to use as an ashtray, stood up, dropped my pants, and pointed to a spot in front of me. I let a few mouthfuls of tobacco spit slick the dried slime on my 10-inch black dick as the ABS owner scrambled for some lube, condoms, towels, and even set a cock ring on the table. What the fuck? Did I look like I needed that grandpa shit to keep hard? Two nutts down and my dick was brick and dripping. He bent over in front of me, his hands braced on a built in bookshelf that lined the wall that was full of little figurines, pictures, and granny nick-knacks. I lobbed some more tobacco spit onto my hand and jammed my finger in his crack. He cried out, stepped away, and that just pissed me off. All my anger, frustration, and fucked up shit came racing back up and I needed to let it out. “OH NO, PLEASE DON’T, NOT YET, LET ME GET USED TO IT!” the ABS owner cried out as I pushed him against the bookshelf and drove my dick into ass. He was pretty dry and I knew it would tear him up good and that made my dick start streaming some nasty cum. He continued blabbering, “NOT RAW – NO NOT RAW – I ONLY FUCK SAFE – YOU BEEN TESTED RIGHT? YOU NEG?” What the fuck ever. He owned a God damn adult video store where hustlers and street trade got down and busy, he was taking it raw no matter what. His body stiffened and went into shock as my 10 inches busted through his outer ring and drove through the second hole. “YOU JUST A FAGGY FOR THIS AIDSBONE DICK AIN’T YOU? THAT’S WHAT YOU WANT AIN’T IT? I TOLD YOU I WAS GOING TO WRECK THAT ASS, MAKE IT MY PUSSY, AND NUTT IT UP. WHAT YOU FUCKING THOUGHT I WAS FRONTIN? WE MADE A DEAL MAN, YOU KNEW WHAT YOU WAS GETTING, NOW SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GIVE ME THAT NASTY, GRIMEY HOLE.” The first load went right up his shitter in 60-seconds flat. Had to give it to him, for an older dude his hole was tight – used to be – HA! Now it was gaping and open and I held him against the built in as I lifted my right leg up, braced it on one of the shelves, and started to stretching his ass and scraping him up. Funny where your mind goes sometimes, but as I stood there banging the living shit out of the skanky ABS owner I thought about what he asked. Had I been tested. No. Never. I realized I frankly didn’t care. Maybe I had AIDs, maybe I had some other shit, so what? I did know that thinking I was pozzing their faggy asses got me rockin, and splatters of pink, gaping and bruised ass lips, made my shit harder than it had ever been. Wreckin-AIDs-Bone. The capital W. A. B. – yeah fuckas that’s me. I had stretched that hole enough and was ready to drop some more toxic babies up his chute. I pulled the ABS owner away from the shelves, yanked my dick out of his torn up ass making him cry like the bitch that he was, pushed him down onto the floor, and dropped back up that hole. You ever seen one of those bratty kids in Walmart throw an all out temper tantrum in the middle of the aisle? Legs and arms flailing? Incoherent blabbering and crying? Yeah? That was him – HA! He might have been begging me to stop but I knew he wanted more of my nutt and more importantly, I needed a hole to bust in. The stains from that fuck may never come out of those old wood floors and seeing that made my dick swell right back up. Jesus fuck! I could tell his hole was done and broken. I had wrecked it and that shit was not snapping back anytime soon. What the hell – the third load would be a tip. I pushed my swollen black dick as deep as it would physically go and would have slid my balls in too if that hole had opened up. The ABS owner was drooling and whimpering from being stuffed so deep and I ground my hips around, side to side, back and forth, gauging his innards and getting him primed. I dropped my fill weight onto his back, knocking the air out of his lungs. As he lay there gasping I asked, “YOU READY FOR SOME MORE OF THIS AIDS BONE? YOU KNOW THAT PUSSY IS POZ NOW RIGHT. I KNOW IT HURTS AND TRUST – THIS IS A FUCK YOU WILL WANK THAT LITTLE SHIT DICK OFF THINKING ABOUT FOR YEARS TO COME. FEEL HOW DEEP I AM? WANT ME TO TAKE IT OUT? LIKE THIS? NO? YOU WANT THAT AIDS BONE BACK IN THERE HUH? SAY IT – TELL ME YOU WANT THAT PUSSY WRECKED. TELL ME YOU WANT MY AIDS NUTT. TELL ME YOU WANT ME TO BURY MY BONE DEEP IN YOUR BACK YARD!” A good 10 minutes later and I was done raping that ass. I stood up, looked at his pathetic ass laying there on the floor, and decide to leave another parting gift. The ABS owner never even flinched as the fist drops of hot piss dropped on his face and while he lay on his floor I covered him in more of my rank water and now he was marked on the outside as well as the inside. Time for me to roll. I got dressed, lit a cigarette, and even in his post-fuck stupor the ABS owner tried to get me to stay, snuggle, and hang and shit. I had to be real and let the man know that damn dude – you ain’t my homie and you ain’t my boo – you just some worthless piece of ass I just used the way a man does now step the fuck off! I hit the streets. The heat was still monster, but I still had business to take care of. I easily found someone to trade off the goodies I had snatched from the pretty boy for some cash and more cigarettes. My pockets were stuffed and flush and I didn’t quite know what to do about it. The rumbling and ache in my stomach said I should grab some grub to eat, but part of my mind said I should find someplace to crash, or buy some new clothes, or, or…. Christ too many fucking ‘ors’ so I went with first option and spent a few bucks on my first decent meal in a long fucking while. So here I am, JC, coolin on a corner in New York City (NYC) – my stomach rumbling again as that little something I snagged last night only went so far and my fist is tight and since I don’t know when my next funds will appear am taking it slow. My ass crack is sweating, my balls aching, my dick dripping, my chest is heavy from this fucking cough I cannot shake. In between bumming a few smokes, I ain’t been doing nothing all day except holding up this fucking wall, trying not to scratch the shit out of my face from my beard – damn need a shave – and twisting my hair into something half presentable. The sidewalks are busy as folks rush home from their jobs to their warm beds, families, hot meals, cool drinks and shit. Not me. I’m back by the ABS waiting. I tap my pocket, feel the ridge of the pass the ABS owner gave me before I fucked the life out of him last night. I ain’t seen him yet and fuck don’t even know exactly what time it is as my watch stopped working weeks ago, but figure he should be showing up soon along with the regular pretty boys, hustlers, dealers, and other low life that haunt the ABS waiting for their prey. Am I a lowlife now too? Yeah, and a thug, and an AIDS Bone cunt Wrecker, so embrace the dream fuckas! Folks had gotten tight fisted with the smokes, so I was now busting back into the pack I took off the youngin last night. The discarded butts around my feet testified to how long I had been hanging but I had this itch, this need, and while part of me said it was stupid, the other part of me knew the little faggy would be back. Dark shadows now enveloped the streets of NYC while only the tops of the tallest buildings still sparkled under the blazing sun. I heard some high-pitched giggles, a titter, a laugh, and turned and watched as the youngin and some other little white dude sashayed down the sidewalk. They stood out like a fucking neon bulls eye in this neighborhood and it was not until I yelled “YO!” as he started to pass me that the youngin from last night that begged for my AIDs bone stopped. His friend gasped, clamped a hand over his mouth, fluttered his lashes and sighed, “Is this him? How fucking delicious? You’re right. He is n.a.s.t. capital Y – nasty! OOOHHH.” Yeah that bitch boy needed to shut his mouth. The youngin slapped his friend on the shoulder and turned to me and said, “Hey – we…ummm. We got a room at a hotel up town. I told my friends I had special surprise for them and was hoping I would see you again. You interested in partying with us tonight?” I looked them up and down, my dick bulging in my pants as I thought about pozzing their white bread faggy asses. The youngin then quickly added as he patted his pocket, “I’m TOTALLY prepared.” I stepped forward, grabbed his queenie little friend by the arm, spun him around and he hit the wall hard. I leaned in, my cigarette and unbrushed teeth breath right in his face as I asked, “You looking for some raw thug dick too?” He blushed 50 shades of red and purple, wiggled out of my grip and squealed to his friend, “OH MY GOD he is PERFECT!” Yeah that little bitch was going to get slapped then fucked down. I leaned back against the wall as the two youngins chatted, giggled, and hopped back and forth as we waited for the car service they had called. No subway for them. No taxis either. Whatever. I smoked a couple more cigarettes, the car arrived, they climbed in and I followed and shut the door. My dick needed some attention so as we pulled away from the curb I unzipped my pants, plopped my hard dick out and said to the youngin from last night who was sitting beside me, “Lick my shit.” The two faggies gasped, tittered, said they could not because of the driver, but 30 seconds later his pink lips were sucking my shit down as his friend watched in awe. The fucking driver knew better than to comment and kept his eyes on the road. We rolled up to some fancy hotel, a man in a funny looking jacket opened the door, paused as he looked me up and down, and coolly said, “Shirts are required to enter the premises – SIR!” I dropped a thick loogie at his feet, pulled out a cigarette, lit up, then said, “Here Holmes, hold this will you while I put my shirt on.” The two faggies giggled and laughed, I slid my red t-shirt on, took my smoke back, and swaggered through the front door like I was the fucking king. When we got to the room – not a room a suite – there were three other little white youngins there. Smoking, drinking, partying, whatever. All eyes stared at me, mouths gaped, holes clenched, and I could smell the God damn bank! These little queens might be thinking that mommy and daddy’s money can let them dip their toe into the edge of my world, well I planned to drag them down into it and mark each every fucking one with my BBC and plant my toxic nutt deep – willingly or not. They sure the fuck were not going to call the cops – and say what? They paid some street dick to pump their pussies and it was too much? HA! The youngins all huddled together so I pulled the curtains back a little, slid the door back, and stepped out onto the small balcony. Fucking eh! The suite was located on the end of the building with a fucking awesome view of the city. The small balcony was private with no one in direct line of vision, but I planned to make sure whoever was above or below us knew what was going down. The youngin from last night stepped out, leaned against me, “Isn’t it marvelous?” he asked in his best imitation of Marilyn Monroe. My dick was primed and ready to go. I spun him around, ripped the button on his Ralph Lauren shorts, exposed his lilly white ass, and drove my dirty nails into his puckered hole to get it nice and primed. He squealed and squirmed but there was no place to run as I dry slammed my dick into his pink pussy. Yeah bitch fucker wanted my AIDs Bone? Wanted that cunt Wrecked? Well he needed to get bloodied up. He was gasping, I bottomed out then whispered in his ear, “You got something for me?” His right hand shook, then pointed down to his shorts. With my dick still buried in his ass, I bent forward, fumbled in the pocket, pulled out the wad of bills and flicked through them. Yeah fucking Christ this was going to be good. The youngin’s cries drew his friends like ducklings to their mother. “Let them hear what you want!” I ordered. He just grunted as I thrust deep so I slapped his head – hard. “I FUCKIN SAID LET THEM HEAR WHAT YOU WANT!” Another slap and he obeyed, loud enough for the folks on the street below to hear – ha! “I NEED YOUR AIDS MAN, GIVE ME YOUR AIDS BONE, FUCK IT – WRECK IT – POZ MY HOLE, MY PUSSY – PLEASE POZ MY PUSSY – MAKE IT DIRTY MAN – HURT IT OH YES PLEASE MISTER HURT IT – OUCH – OH STOP – NO DON’T STOP, DON’T, DEEPER, OH YES DEEPER – YOU GOING TO NUTT IN ME? FUCK ME? YOU GOING TO NUTT?” Damn, fucking yammering tweaked out youngin – but yeah, I was going to nutt and his little buddies were all watching in awe and wonder as I pozzed his ass up – again. My balls bounced several times in a row pumping my viral load into his now blown out ass. Yeah his ass was now a prime example of how size queens get made. I stepped back, my still hard dick dripping with cum, ass juice, and more from the brutal breeding of their friend and asked, “Who’s next?” One by one I mounted their white, tight little holes, and left every one of them full of thug babies and AIDS Bone nutt. I raped them, bred them, used them, and abused them all for my pleasure and trust – their fucking pleasure too. With each fuck my pockets got padded thicker and thicker and by the 5th youngin he was eager to slick my palms with five Franklins when he tasted my toxic drool still flowing from my monster BBC. I could also tell this was not his first time at the BBC bull rodeo and as I got close to filling his pussy with the hottest creampie in town he got into racial verbal talk too, which I also discovered I liked and let him know it. After he wiped his mouth from licking me clean – dick and balls – and ensuring that not a remnant of ass funk from him or his buddies was left on me, he leaned back on his knees and said, “You know. My daddies would dig you. They will be in from the Hamptons this week and if you don’t mind someone a little older I know they would LOVE LOVE LOVE to let you tie them up and fuck them like that. They’re into that freaky shit you know.” I had to laugh, little bitch had cum/ass juice stains on his face like he had been in a berry patch and my hot load dripping out of his gaping cunt he thought his daddies were freaky? I stroked my dick just to show him I had all he – and they – could take and more, and said, “Let me check my fucking calendar.”

Last Tuesday I hooked with a couple of guys on MH while in Oakland. A hot Irish ginger with a beard and his cute Vietnamese BF - both in their 30s. No oral or kissing, other than the ginger rimmed my hole until it was wet and slick. Asian bred me first doggie style on the livingroom floor his slender but long cut dick. It didn't take him long to low his first load, but then Red upped right in. A bit shorter and uncut, but thick. It took a few strokes for my hole to adjust to it, but once I did he really pounded my ass. He took quite awhile to cum, but by the time he filled my hole his BF was ready for a second go. This time he as good to go for a lengthy pounding that really had me groaning and moaning. When he finally shot his load I was pleasantly sore and a little worn out, but extremely satisfied.

I'm pretty sure "jizzjoy" is the reason I am a bareback bottom cumdump. Just like you that warm rush in my ass wakes me up in a way that is nearly indescribable. I'm sexually satisfied yet incredibly horny at the same time. I feel completely relaxed yet am energized at the same time. I can get fucked when I'm dead tired but the minute he cums in my ass I feel as though I've slept for days and am ready to tackle anything. I will admit that like you, cum is almost like doing drugs for me. A hot load in my ass totally changes the way I feel and puts me in a state of pleasant euphoria that lasts long after the physical pleasure of fucking. It's like an addiction -- once that first load is in my ass I am on the prowl for the next one and will be incredibly reckless in my pursuit of additional loads. I took my first load from a trusted partner and it was an amazing experience (I shot the first hands free load of my life while he was pumping me full of his cum). Wasn't long before my desire to feel the way his load made me feel that I started taking anon loads whenever I had the opportunity because I need that "rush" it gave me. I usually need about 8 to 9 hours of sleep to feel fully rested yet I am able to stay up all night taking loads at the bathhouse and when the sun comes up I feel the same (or better) as I would if I had a full night's sleep. Thanks for for putting this topic out there -- it's nice to know that I'm not the only one hooked jizzjoy.

Part 3 After his experience with the hot suited Man, Clay decided to do some searching on craigslist. Among his top favorite searches were posts from married men who worked in the city and wanted some discreet no strings attached head before heading home to New Jersey and Scarsdale. The aching feeling he got having these businessmen come to his door, Feed him their dick, bust a nut and leave always left him wanting more. And of course there were a number of close calls with his straight roommate walking in, which often made Clay cum in his shorts. However, after a while this routine seemed to feel dull. While he loved giving head, and especially loved tapping into his dirty side, he knew he wanted to take it further. He often fantasized about letting all of his inhibitions down and getting tagteamed by a pair, or even better a group of masculine dominant guys who would take him to places he had never gone before. He had always wanted a guy to fuck him raw and cum in his butt but he was far too nervous to ask for it. Sure he loved to swallow, but it wasn't the same thing. This feeling nagged at him for months until one night... It was 3 AM and his roommate was out of town for a few weeks visiting friends on the West Coast. Clay was up late and had had a pretty rough week. Unable to sleep, and tossing around the idea of seeing if anyone was looking in Hell's Kitchen midtown, he pulled up craigslist. He searched through all the usual stuff, until he found something that caught his eye. "Looking for son to play wiTh, favs to share". Inside the ad read 42 6ft 175 8"c Dom Top in gear looking for son to parTy with and get nasty. Looking to host. Clay had seen posts like these before, but often ignored them as he wasn't sure what parTy meant but figured it was drug related. He had smoked pot a few times and a few hits of ecstasy but that was about it. But there was something about this post that had him curious. Before he knew what he was doing, he began to write a reply. His hands begin trembling and his breath became shallow as he wrote back "Hey what's up, young guy here into playing with Men. Never partied before, is that ok? In Hell's Kitchen and can travel." With that he included a somewhat innocent looking picture of himself, and sent it on its way. Almost instantly came the reply: "You wanna learn how little boy?" Clay loved to be called little boy by older Men, and his dick immediately got hard and began to leak pre-cum. He wrote back "When and where?" And sent another picture to hopefully seal the deal. A few minutes later the guy sent his address, and told Clay to hurry over. Clay was excited and nervous in a way he hadn't been for some time. He threw on his green ball cap, A pair of jeans and a black T-shirt. It wasn't until he got his shoes on that he stopped and realized holy shit...I'm kind of scared. The next thing he knew he was standing outside the guys building. He took a few more shallow breaths and took his hand out of his pocket to push the buzzer. No voice came over the intercom, just the buzz of the door unlocking to allow him in. Up to the 3rd floor he went.

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Ok. So after fantasizing for a few years, hanging out in POZ chat rooms and backing out of dozens of appointments, I was finally ready to take the plunge. I wanted to get bred. I had found a guy on BBRT who looked at my profile a lot, and he was just the type of Daddy I went for—hot, handsome, mid-forties, hairy, kind of a bear, but still pretty fit. We hit it off right away because I was the kind of guy he liked too. At twenty-three years old I’m five foot eight and about one forty-five with hazel eyes and kind of a scruffy beard when I don’t shave. Some guys might call me a cub, but I have a pretty average build, and aside from hairy legs and a nice trail, I’m not that furry. He said that he liked my profile and that we shared some common interests, although most of the things I had listed were things that I was interested in, but had never actually done. We met on the site for cyber-sex a couple times a week, partly because we were too far apart to just hook-up, and partly because we were that into each other. He was so hot, and such a great cyber-fuck, I decided I wanted him to be the one to breed me and told him so. He asked if I was sure and I said, “As sure as I’ve ever been.” With that he asked me a lot of questions about what I’d done, and what my fantasies were, and after exchanging a few emails, he said he’d love to help me. He wired me money for a bus ticket (I had said I didn’t want to fly since it was drive of only a few hours) and said he would pick me up at the station. I caught the bus on Friday afternoon, and planned to spend the weekend in a motel with him and a friend of his from BBRT. I had checked out his profile too, and he was another hot Daddy. I took a long hot shower (where I jacked off twice) before I left, but didn’t pack any extra clothes because I planned on spending the weekend naked. I did bring a small bag with a couple kinds of lube, a pair of handcuffs, and a bottle of poppers. I hoped the other passengers thought it was just my lunch. When the bus pulled into the station and I walked into the lobby, Mark was there waiting with a warm smile and a nod, and he looked even hotter in person. He threw his arm over my shoulder and ushered me out to the car. I asked if his friend had backed out, but he said that Kevin was going to meet us at the motel. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on him, and actually started blowing him in the car on the way to the room. His cock seemed even bigger than in the pics he’d sent me, but had the same tight, pointed head that made it easier to swallow. The motel wasn’t that far from the bus station, so we arrived before I could get him off, but he just said that we would have plenty of time for that this weekend. When we got to the room, it was empty, and Mark took out his phone to call Kevin. I set my bag on the night stand, then kicked off my shoes and sat on the edge of the bed. After a brief phone call, Mark explained that Kevin was on his way, but was caught in traffic. Then he pulled his shirt off, exposing his broad, hairy Daddy-chest with pierced left nipple and said, “I don’t think he’d mind if we started without him.” I stood up as he approached the bed and kissed him while reaching to open his belt. He slipped his tongue through my lips and kissed me deep as his hands roamed from my shoulders to my ass and into my shorts where his fingers found my hole. He was like an octopus! His hands were everywhere as he undressed me. When he finally came up for air and we pulled apart he whipped my t-shirt off over my head and I was standing there naked except for my socks. He grinned as he opened his pants and they dropped down around his ankles. I beat them to the floor as I dropped to my knees and resumed the blowjob I’d started in the car. He braced himself on my shoulders and stepped out of his jeans. I tugged his balls and slowly bobbed my head as I heard him unpacking the contents of my bag. “Oh, ho…” he said, as I heard the handcuffs jingling. Then I heard him set the bottles of lube on the nightstand, and felt his hands kneading my ass. Then I felt one slick finger poking at my tight hole. I moaned a little and pushed back against him. He worked his finger in up to the second knuckle and worked it around a little until I loosened up. “I can’t wait any more, kid.” He said. “I gotta get my cock in this ass.” “Then let’s not wait.” I said with a grin, and got up on the bed. I sprawled on my back and pulled my knees up a little, spreading wide and winked my hole at him. He grabbed some lube and got on his knees on the bed, murmuring “Yeah, boy,” as he lubed his cock, “just like the pics in your profile.” He knelt there for a few seconds, grinning down at me and jacking his cock. Then he moved between my legs and bent down to kiss me. He hooked his arms behind my knees and lifted my ass up a bit more as I felt his sleek and dripping cockhead poking at my hole. He started kissing my neck and whispered, “You ready, boy? I’m goin’ in bare. No rubber. No pulling out.” I moaned as he slipped his tongue in my ear. “Yeah…Yeah daddy. Fuck me!” He started to push, and worked his cock into me in one long stroke, the pointed head and tapered flange of his cock doing its job and facilitating his penetration. He didn’t stop until his balls were mashed against my ass. I must have been grinning from ear to ear, because I heard him chuckle as he pulled back a little and started a slow easy fuck. When I finally opened my eyes, I saw him grinning down at me as he slowly pumped my ass. Then he reached over to the nightstand for the handcuffs and dangled them over me. “Did you bring the key for these?” “It must be in the bag.” I reached over for it and found it in the bottom. He took it from me, dropped it into the nightstand drawer, and I held my wrists up so he could handcuff me to the headboard. As he cuffed me, he checked his watch and wondered what was taking Kevin so long. I said it didn’t matter, since he’d have me all weekend. He wrapped his arms around me and flexed his cock inside me as he ground it in deep. “So when’s the last time you were in a group?” He kept fucking me slowly as we talked, and I could tell he was holding back from the beads of sweat on his forehead. “Never,” I replied. “But your profile said you like groups.” “I’ve only done a few three-ways,” I said, adding “but I’d love to try a four-way.” “Or more-way?” he asked, as I felt his cock twitch. “Kevin and I get a group together a couple times a month. It’s been longer than usual for us, so you’re a welcome relief.” He punctuated his sentence with intermittent kisses on my neck and ears and collarbone, and I could tell he was struggling between getting off and making this last as long as possible. He started picking up the pace, and he had the perfect angle to poke my prostate with every thrust. I could feel my cock drooling pre-cum on my stomach. My cock was so hard it hurt, but I couldn’t reach it to jack off. Then I heard a key-card in the lock and the sounds of the traffic outside as the door opened. The door was in the wall that the headboard was against, so I turned my head to look, and saw Kevin step into the room wearing flip flops, sweatpants and a tank top—clothing that he began to shed as soon as he stepped over the threshold. He was as hot as the pics in his profile, but what really made my cock jump were the other guys who followed him in. The last one locked the door and said, “Looks like this is the place.” Mark was propped up on his elbows as he turned to the door. “Hey, guys. Strip down, I’m almost done.” I can only imagine my expression as I looked up at him and said, “What the hell?” He grinned down at me and said, “I was listening, you know, when you told me about your fantasies and what you wanted to do and try.” His pace continued to quicken. “So I got some of the guys together to load you up good.” My balls started to draw up and my legs began to quiver. I looked around the room and saw seven hot daddy bears, plus Kevin and Mark, all naked now and passing around a bottle of lube as they stroked their cocks. “I made sure they’re all POZ loads too, boy. But I get to be first…!” Then he jammed his cock in to the balls and I couldn’t help but cry out. He stayed in me deep as I felt him begin to tremble. He groaned through gritted teeth, and I felt his cock twitch and pulse as he pumped me full of his toxic load. Feeling his cockhead expand started my own orgasm, and my first blast hit me under the chin, accompanied by cheers and hoots from the others. When his balls were empty, he collapsed on top of me, smearing my load between us. “They all know the rules, kid," he said, “Nothing that isn’t in your profile.” With that he pulled out with a plop and got up just as Kevin was getting onto the bed. As Kevin moved into position in between my legs he grinned and said, “Hey kid,” and sank his cock into my slick and well-opened hole. I grunted and moaned and wrapped my legs around him. “Damn, you’re just as hot as I thought you’d be!” Then he grabbed the headboard and started to get up a good rhythm. I heard a couple of the others cheering him on and urging him to fuck my 'College-boy' ass. Then Mark sat on the side of the bed and I felt his hand roaming across my chest and abs. Another guy sat on the other side of the bed and started to stroke my recovering cock. It was still sensitive, and every time he touched the head, my whole body would jerk. “You just relax and let us use you, boy.” He said, as he pinched one of my nipples. “We’ll make sure you go back home POZ.” I felt my cock jump as he said that, and it squirted more pre-cum into the hand that was stroking it. I looked around the room at the hot, hairy, naked men all standing around and stroking their cocks—their POZ cocks—and waiting their turn in me. And I knew that THEY knew that they WOULD all get a turn. They would get as many turns as they wanted, actually, with me handcuffed like I was. I couldn’t stop any of them if I had wanted to. I tugged at the handcuffs unconsciously and glanced at Mark. He leaned over to kiss me and winked. “You’ll get to check a few more things off your ‘want to try’ list after this weekend, kid.” I looked up at Kevin, grinning and sweating as he humped and pumped over me. Then I looked around the room again as I realized that several of my fantasies were finally going to come true all at once. Then Mark looked to the others and said, “No names either, guys. Let’s just keep it anonymous.” I thought back to the profile I had written almost two years ago, and tried to remember all the things I’d listed before I really knew what I wanted. There were only a few things that I’d actually done. The rest was just a wish list. I remembered listing 'anonymous sex' with the other things that sounded hot, but that I never thought I’d really do. I looked around the room again at all the naked men—men who I’d never met, and would probably never meet again, but who I was ready to spread for and give up my hole for them to each get off in. They were all grinning back at me, and the lube on their cocks made sucking sounds as they stroked them. An involuntary grin crept across my face. “Yeah guys,” I said. “I’m your cum-dump for the weekend. Just use me.” To be continued…

Grabbing my keys and wallet I got out of the car and crossed the short parking lot and entered the bathhouse. The smell of sweat and man greeted my nose and my heart beat rose. This was my third time coming here and I was still nervous. The same old guy as the other times was sitting behind the counter, a bit skinny for my tastes but he had this huge uncut cock that always seemed to be dripping a bit of precum on the seat of the stool het sat on. “Welcome back, enjoy the party” he told me as I passed over my money and got my wristband and key. I thought this odd as the last 2 times he didn’t even speak to me, just sort of grunted and took my money. As I entered I looked around but didn’t see any notices. Maybe because today is Sunday I thought. The other times I had stopped by on Saturday night since I figured it would be the busiest then and I could have the most fun watching guy and jerking off. I made it a point to not actually do anything I was strictly a voyeur; I loved watching the guy getting fucked and sucking. It was like live action Treasure Island, I could never think of joining in but loved to watch the bottom with their eyes in a cum craze as they took a load. I went to my locker took off my shorts and tank top and wrapped my towel around my waist. Looking in the mirror I smiled thinking I was adorable. I’m 6 foot 1, dark hair with a nice furry body, the only thing I never liked was that my cock didn’t seem to match, it was a decent 6 and a half inches and uncut but still, on me it look smaller due to my big frame. Shaking my head I proceeded to walk out and into the main area of the bathhouse. The doors on either side of me were open and about half had occupants, most bottoms playing with toys and moaning as they worked their holes, a couple in them had guys fucking. I noticed that a lot of the guys seemed older and closer to the age of the doorman then the last time I was here. Seems the average age was at least 45, plus unlike on Saturday there was a lot more body hair, which was fine with me I love furry guys. I decided to start in the steam room to relax first before I went in search of something hot to watch. Seems fate liked me since when I entered there was about 5 guys already there and one was getting a blow job. Again they all seem at least 10 years older than me, at least 45 and most seems like 50 or 60. They all had hairy white body hair matted to them, sweat dripping down. I sat opposite the show and started to get hard, the steam doing its work relaxing me. I tilted my head back and breathed deep. I noticed the bench shit a bit and look and saw that one of the other guy had moved over at sat next to me. He was damn sexy, not my usual type, probably around 65 but muscled and covered in trimmed white fur with a goatee, looked like classic construction worker hottie. He ran his hand through his wet hair and I saw a deeply furred pit and my cock twitched. He caught me looking and smiled giving his towel a squeeze around what seemed to be a rather impressive cock. In one motion he flipped open his towel revealing my guess had been right. There not even fully hard was a thick, uncut, cock at least 7 inches and grow. The head had just started to poke out from the hood. He grabbed my hand and lead it to his stiffing cock and I began to stroke him, feeling it become slick with sweat, steam, and the most precum I had ever seen. This was not in my plan I never get involved I just watch but damn I do love big cocks. The gentleman trusting in my control lean back and then as if knowing it would get me put his hands behind his head exposing his pits and he leaned back and moaned. I was still nervous about doing anything too risky when I felt the bench shift and noticed that one of the other occupants had come over as well. This guy was really not my type, must have been about 70 and very thin, I like meat on my guys, but I am also polite so it is hard for me to really reject anyone. I felt him loosen my towel with his hand and exposed my cock, standing straight up out of my black furry bush, precum at the tip. Before I could stop him his mouth was on me sucking it hard and fast. His tongue swirled around the head and slithered down and lick my balls when he deep throated me. I lost my rhythm with the hot muscle daddy, but he didn’t seem to mind, His hand came over and started working my nipples and then stroking my hair. I found it oddly reassuring as the guy sucked me harder and harder. I leaned back with my eyes closed and enjoyed the feelings. The guy sucking me lifted off for a second and removed a bottle from his waist band and took two big inhales before diving back down. I had never done poppers before but from my porn watching I knew what they were. Muscle daddy reached over and snagged the bottle , bringing it to his own nose he inhaled twice and I watched the look of lust come harder into his eyes and his cock gave a jump and precum leaked down. I stared into his eyes as he brought the bottle to my nose and held one nostril closed, staring me down I inhaled my first hit of poppers….then my second…..then my third….. the bottle did not move away until I have taken four hits on each side. My head was spinning and me body felt tingly. The guy sucking my cock stopped, the poppers had made my cock go soft, much to my embarrassment. It was short lived though, since muscle daddy smiled and told me not worry there are lots of thing to do beside that. His hand drifted down and touched my fucked holed and started rubbing it in circles. I moaned and pushed down a bit letting his finger enter me. I must have guess right about his profession because his finger was rough and calloused feeling in my tender hole. I had only been fucked once or twice so I was pretty tight. The skinny guy brought the bottle to my nose again as construction daddy worked my hole. 4 more hits and he slipped another finger in. I was feeling amazing and wanted more. Which is of course when it hit me what I was doing. In a startled panic I sat up wrapped my towel around me and swayed to the door. A little unsteady on my feet from the poppers and left the steam room to get some fresh air. I expected them to say something but only heard what I thought was a knowing chuckle as the door swung closed behind me on a cloud of steam.

I was in Washington DC last week for a work trip. I always try to get loaded up (and dump a few loads) when traveling for business, and this trip was no exception. My hotel had a partnership with a nearby gym so I decided to take advantage of it to blow off some steam after work. I douched a couple times just to be prepared and headed out. There was quite a bit of hot eye candy of all kinds at this gym, including some stunningly sexy black men. It's a mostly mixed gym so it wasn't easy to determine if the hot guy with the big bulge you're drooling over was gay or straight, even so, I couldn't keep my eyes off of this one particular gentleman - 40ish, 6'2', 240 pounds of rock solid, black muscle. His bulge was definitely promising and I caught him returning a stare a couple times. That definitely got my hole twitching. I made sure to end my workout at the exact time the stud was headed to the locker room. We both collected our belongings and began changing out of our workout gear. I could tell he liked what he saw - and my God, did I like what I saw! His dick was pretty huge and getting plumper by the second. I was now on a mission. I finished my business and headed out near the gym lobby. He was 10 seconds or so behind me. As I walked out of the gym I held the door open for him and gave him a devilish smirk and noticed he had placed a wedding band on his ring finger. He smiled and shook my hand with a very firm grip, introducing himself as Walter. As luck would have it, the parking garage and my hotel were in the same general vicinity, and when I mentioned I was in DC for work and staying at the Marriott, Walter was definitely intrigued and the conversation lingered a bit so I took the bull by the horns, so to speak, and asked him if he wanted to grab a drink in the lobby. He agreed and said he'd put his gym bag in the car and meet me inside. My hole was not only twitching, it was beginning to sweat a little and get wet back there. It's got a mind of its own. Walter and I drank a couple beers and he told me he'd been married for 10 years. He could have easily walked away but it was obvious that we both wanted to fuck. When I suggested we go up to my room, Walter said his wife would be expecting him home within the hour so we didn't have a lot of time. So I suggested we hurry. We went upstairs as quickly as we were able, and I dropped to my knees even before my hotel room door had closed. His rock hard cock was out within seconds. It truly was a beautifully thick, veiny, throbbing piece of meat, easily ten inches and oozing pre-cum. I immediately went to work on it, sucking away. His crotch smelled incredibly hot and my senses were in overdrive. My efforts were rewarded often with more oozing pre-cum, which makes me moan just about every time. Before long, one of his strong hands was squeezing my ass. My hole was puckering like crazy. Since he was married I dreaded the condom question - but it was never mentioned. We both knew where his nut was going. Since we were short on time I stood, turned around and offered him my thick bubble butt. I slobbered his piece up pretty well and he spit on my hole several times before fingering me to open me a bit before placing the head of his massive dick against my hole. Fuck, this was going to feel incredible. He slowly entered my body, stretching my hole open inch by inch. The pain was intense but it hurt so fucking good. Once deep inside me, he started some dirty interracial talk (which I also love) about muscled white boys and how hot it is to see a big, black cock splitting a hot white hole open. And shooting inside. He picked up the pace a bit and the base of his pole grew even thicker. His moaning and heavy breathing let me know that he wouldn't last much longer. Sweat began to pour from both of us. I begged him for his load. And I got it. Three huge spurts of spunk back to back as I squeezed the fuck out of his cock. He stayed inside me for a bit and I wiggled my ass against him. Why did it have to end? He reluctantly plopped out of me and I spun around to lick him clean, which he loved. Sweet, sweet nut....in both of my holes. We exchanged information and I jokingly (or not) made a comment about getting him a room key. I wanted as much of that man as I could get for the remainder of my three-day work trip. "Fuck yeah" was his response. My swollen, beautifully sore hole - twitch, twitch, twitch. I could feel his cum dripping down my leg as we rode the elevator down to the front desk to get his key.

I have to say, the whole 'interracial' concept as a particular thing, fetish, porn category, whatever, completely confuses me. For me, hot is hot, independent of race or ethnicity. If a guy looks sexy, then he looks sexy, black, white, Middle Eastern, East Asian, Pacific Islander, whatever. I guess I'm a bit global in my tastes as I've travelled a lot and lived in different places in the world. I just don't get why this concept is a thing. Maybe as a European I haven't been exposed to the particular racial lines evident in American history, I don't know, but I just don't get it... So to answer the question, as a white guy, getting fucked by a black man, it doesn't feel taboo, or uniquely hot, or transgressive or anything else. It just feels like I am being fucked by a man, and hopefully he's as good a top as he is sexy. And hopefully he's gonna cum in me good and hard, then fuck that seed into me. That's pretty much it as far as I'm concerned, regardless of ethnic origin...

I think you're referring to Gay Czech Fantasy.

Kinda tangential to what you're talking about, but... About a year ago I fucked a guy in a sauna - as a lifelong and very proud bottom, no one was more surprised than me. So for the last year I've had bottom/versatile on my Scruff profile, even though I haven't fucked anyone else. This thread has inspired me to remove that versatile listing and, aside from that obvious one-off, go back to being a 100% and very proud bottom! Thanks guys!

Oh, yeah. I agree with both posters' analyses. As satisfying as getting that first cum load is, it def. does not leave me sated. Rather it acts much like a mood elevating drug. I believe the cumshot somehow turns on neurotransmitters in my brain, that makes me want, hell, crave additional loads. Each subsequent cumload just reinforces this ecstasy. Even after the loads have stopped, I do feel that afterglow of having cumloads in my ass.

In my experience, "vers" is code for bottom. Like the "bi now gay later" coming out process.

I used to say that I didn't pressure guys to fuck raw, but finally realized I kinda did by turning them down. A hot 24 yo was visiting from out of town and posted on CL looking for an older guy to fuck him. Ad didn't say anything about safe/raw so of course I assumed raw and told him I want to breed him. Wrote back and forth a couple times, but he said he'd only do safe. Told him I'm on PrEP which pretty much always works and no other questions asked, but not with him. Hot fucking jock type, but had to turn him down lol. Made sense that he was from out of town.........pretty much never encounter anyone in that age range in Atlanta that wants condoms!! Some guys would like the "challenge" of getting him to go raw or stealth him, but I really have better sex with guys that like it sleazier and know it and not shy about it!

That would be so hot.

Sorry to hear that you won't be continuing your story. Pretty f'd up for someone to edit someone else's work and should have left it alone. After all, it was yours to begin with and the a-hole that changed your story had nothing better to do than to try and make it seem like they were being helpful but should have left well enough alone. Well, maybe another time.

You should be more than curious.. get it checked out immediately

So hot man! And this line is so true:

It's all about supply and demand. Not enough tops, way too many bottoms.

I love cumming handsfree from just getting fucked. First I start leaking precum until I reach the point of no return and squirt all over the place. There is something about cumming with no hands on my cock that feels so good. That doesn't happen very often though. Usually with bigger than average thick cocks. But it does happen that I don't get hard and just let the top have his way. I then JO after he's done.

I'm a top. Is Dragon Con like ComicCon? I've fucked a few couples from craigslist from ComicCon a few years back

Mmmmmm so hot! Id be moaning so loud! And love how it ended w him pulling out n shoving it down ur throat! If i have a fetish, its eating cum!

I've been on PrEP 2 years now. It took me quite a while, but last few months I totally quit asking status. A guy I fucked with a couple years ago invited me over for a 4 way with 2 of his regulars the other night. The only thing I wanted to confirm is if their pics are accurate. One was vers, the other was a total bottom. I was feeling especially horny to bottom that night, and got the top host to fuck me (which I expected) and even got the total bottom guy to fuck me for a while. no questions asked I didn't take any loads since they wanted to keep playing after I left about 90 mins later, but I would have taken any of their loads. I fed the top host my load in his mouth felt so good!

I normally cum hands free when guys fuck me, don't really need to touch my self. I prefer not to cum at all, it makes me want to do even more filthy stuff than normal.

I work in a bar and do that ALL THE TIME! It's fun

i would gladly spot his form while he get his reps on the squat rack. sitting fully down and wrapping his hole around my cock in full view of the entire gym. passed around to the clientele and staff, he meets mike and tom with an overflowing load of seed seeping into his slacks... tag, you're it.

I had a fuck bud who loved to host small groups once a week. He loved eating ass and would start the night out rimming me and opening me up. He would usually have one or two more bottoms and we would lay back and let him switch from one to another. This would progress to some hot fucking with the one(s) not being fucked watching stroking, licking, sucking his cock as it went in and out of an ass. If the other bottom was lucky enough to get his load in his ass he would then squat over our faces and force all that juice out into our waiting mouths and tongues. I was lucky enough to be both giver and receiver in this way.

The Hunt (Epilogue Part 3) Steven returned to his seat at the bar. He was dressing himself up and closed his belt in front of me. “Seems like you have been successful pal” I high5ed him. Tell me about it, did the little bitch give you any shit talk? Steven told me about Jason’s attempt to get fucked with a condom and he explained how he mind fucked him, to get his poz sting in the end. And what a POZ sting that was. Steven had never been eaten one pill against AIDS. Jason just took an enormous virus load. I laughed loudly. Then he told me about the opportunity to feed him with more POZ cum, since he told Steven he would willingly help my other fuck mates to empty their balls into him. This gave me a whole new range of destruction. I just had to find the right guy and connect it to the right story. “Well, I think it is my turn to mash your toxic seed with mine and fuck it deeper into this useless hole” I took a sip of my beer and grabbed my crotch. “Go for it man” Steven hailed me and so I went to the toilets to get rid of my toxic cum. I arrived at the stalls about 15 minutes later and I saw Jason heavily engaged with two bikers…. Interlude After Steven left the toilet and left the stall door wide open and Jason facing the wall and waiting for the Scorpion to arrive, those two bikers entered to toilets. They saw the bitch dripping from his ass cunt and of course they didn’t actually send Jason flowers before mounting him. When they saw the bitch waiting in a fuck position, they knew this was the chance to actually fuck the shit out of a willing boy whore. Jason yelped when the two guys entered the stall. “Waiting for dicks lady?” one of the bikers approached Jason and pressed him against a wall. “No” he screamed. “Let me go…. Help!” “Heeeeel….” he screamed, but one of the bikers sealed his mouth with one of his huge hands and sneered, if he screamed one more time, they would beat him senseless and take ‘their pal’ away to a more quiet place in the woods. “Understood?” he asked. Jason nodded. “Please guys…. this is just a misunderstanding. I am waiting for a guy who will be here any minute to get fucked by him” he explained. “Well, what are we waiting for then?” they easily told him, they needed not more than five minutes to blow their load, if he would cooperate. Jason looked around desperately. He heard from the other stalls grunting, but no one seemed to care that he was going to be raped. Both bikers saw in Jason’s face the next attempt to call for help. He received a slap to his face before he even opened his mouth. Tears were falling from his face, but he didn’t make a noise. “Turn to the wall and just let us shoot our loads into you and we are gone” He tried to explain that he was only waiting for someone to meet this, and only this guy for a fuck. Both bikers looked at the streaks of dried seed, which were still visible running down from his hole downwards to his legs. They laughed loudly and the first biker opened just his stall and penetrated the fuck toy unceremoniously. The other guy was thinking about letting the blonde twink suck him, but he his mind was set for a tight ass. So he waited patiently. End of Interlude That was the moment, when I entered the toilet and saw Jason being manhandled. The second biker nodded to the Scorpion and told me I could have a go, after his mate has finished the bitch and then it was his turn. I started groping my bulge. This was hot, within a short while Jason had turned from a faithful guy to a cock taking bitch. The first biker grunted and fired his load into Jason. The twink was still sobbing, while the second biker just entered him, the same way as the first did. He didn’t even care to undress. He simply opened his stall and rammed his cock deep onto Jason’s snatch. Jason was not aware that I was already here, watching the whole scene. I observed Jason getting abused by the second hunk. Both guys were a bit drunk. Maybe this was the explanation why neither of them lasted very long. After the second guy trolled away I entered the stall. Jason was still standing there with his face to the wall, while a new stream of cum was leaking out of his abused ass. “Having fun as far as I can see” I said and sounded disappointed. Jason twirled around and fell into my arms. He told me he was raped a moment ago. But I answered him that it looked quite different in my eyes. I didn’t see him fight, I didn’t hear him scream. “You know, and I was starting to feel something for you, and now I see you are just a cock slurping fuck” I stared at him. I wanted my chance to fuck him at least a last time, but I needed some reaction of him. He begged me to believe him. He had waited just for me. I looked at him in disbelieve. “And I was so horny for your ass” I appeared to be extremely unhappy. “If you want to enter me, you can still do that” he blabbered and turned around sticking his ass out to me. I told him I was not sure. Slowly I opened my pants and took my nine incher out. “You think I should use the cum of both bikers as lube to fuck your useless ass hard? ‘Yes…. yes…. yes….’ Jason urged me. He stretched his hands out behind his back and tried to find my cock. He wanted to stroke it. “Then lead me into your cunt and put me in” I ordered him. He showed me his slut hole and I was easily entering him, with all this lube inside his hole and of course being the third dick tonight did also take its toll. “You know, that you are a slut, isn’t it so?” I whispered in his ear. “You take all the dicks you can get, why don’t you go all the way and accept the fact, that you are a cumdigging whore” I asked him with a low voice. He grunted while I was fucking him mercilessly. Behind us there were two other guy jacking off slowly, while I pounded the little whore’s bottom. “If you would be brave to accept your role, then you would have more fun in your life and you would be free” “What should I do?” he whispered back. “Do you want to be free? Do you want me to take care of you?” I asked him monotone. He nodded ‘yes’ “Accept the fact that you are a cumdump. Look how many times you have been fucked today. Do you want to continue? There are two other guys waiting.” I stabbed my cock harder into his cunt. “I am scared” he admitted. “If you are scared of freedom, you will be afraid forever” I answered. “If you are scared of POZ guys, you accepted the seed of those two bikers. I think they were poz (which I actually didn’t know, but it was highly possible)” Jason stiffened and it was a beautiful feeling to break him up inside his cunt in this special moment. “Come one… do you want another bare dick in your slutty cunt” I asked him again. I bit his neck and I heard a softly ‘yes’ This brought me over the edge. I pumped my POZ cum into his pussy for the second time but it felt even better, than the first time. I pulled out with a loud moan. I turned around and proudly presented my dick to the two hunks. They were still jacking off. “This bitch takes only bare cocks. Who want to mount him next?” One guy turned around and left the toilets the other approached us. “Are you POZ?” I asked loudly. He answered ‘yes’ I let him pass and heard Jason sob. I asked the guy if he took medication already. He told us ‘Nope’. He was highly toxic. My cock started to stir again. There was a queue already forming. I took care, that only POZ dicks with no medications were allowed to mount Jason. He took 9 dicks before he couldn’t take anymore. I looked at him and Jason smiled weakly. “Let’s go” I ordered him. “Where to…. ?” he asked me and looked like a puppy. “To my flat…. I will take care of you, like I promised.” I grinned at him and for the first time I could look into his eyes and forget about my past.

I'd hit it.

Matt walked in the door and made eye contact with Trent. "Hey, I'm Matt" "Damn Matt, you look even hotter than in your pictures." Matt blushed, trying not to show how much he liked the compliment. "Yeah, you're hot too. Nice apartment." Trent smirked. This kid was perfect. He could tell he had limited experience. Trent would enjoy corrupting his mind. "Let's get a drink and chat." Trent grabbed a couple of cokes... and his bottle of G. He sat down on the couch next to Matt. Trent said, "You want to try this? It's called G. It'll help loosen you up, get you ready. Is this your first time getting fucked bareback?" "Sure, sounds good. It's just like a shot, of like liquor?" Matt asked. "Yeah" "Yeah, this is my first time getting fucked bareback, but I've fucked one guy without a condom once it broke," Matt replied. "Nice, you'll love it. Bareback is the only way I fuck anymore," Trent added. "Yeah, thank god for prep," Matt laughed. Trent just chuckled. He started drinking his G-spiked drink and Matt followed suit. Matt, slightly nervous, chugged the rest of his drink fast, consuming the copious amounts of G that Trent had added to it. They chatted for a bit, ESPN on in the background. Trent asked Matt about school and where he wanted to go to college next year and Matt asked Trent about his work. Before he knew it Matt's head was spinning and he was feeling relaxed. "How is the G treating you?" Trent asked, his hand on Matt's thigh, fingers already within the leg holes of his shorts, fingers rubbing on Matt's thigh. "I feel good, man" and he was. He noticed Trent's hand on his leg and felt himself getting hard in his jock. Trent leaned in, kissing Matt. Matt kissed back, feeling good and relaxed and horny. Matt noticed Trent had put some porn on the television, but he wasn't sure when. Damn, he thought, "I'm a little out of it." But that thought was quickly forgotten, feeling Trent's hands groping his body, hand moving up on his thigh, feeling the bulge of Matt's jock. Matt catching glimpses of the porn on screen of two daddies fucking a young looking twink boy bareback. One even had the biohazard tattoo that Matt knew meant he has HIV+. Weirdly he felt his dick jumping thinking of that, the G dampening his inhibitions. "Fuck that's hot," Matt said aloud. Trent replied, "Let me show you this vid, it's so hot." Trent went back to kissing Matt, lifting off Matt's tank, which slipped right off. Then he removed his own shirt. Matt, half distracted by Trent, half by the TV, mind fogged up from G. Matt caught a glimpse of the TV. Saw two hot guys, clean cut studs in there twenties. He was one had a tie around his arm, and the camera focused in. Matt saw a needle go into his arm, a flash of red appeared, and then he saw the plunger go down. He half noticed Trent pulling down he shorts as he focused on the television, watching the guy who just had the needle in arm coughing and looking wide-eyed. "Fuck that looked hot," Matt thought, wondering what was in the syringe. "You think that's hot?" Trent asked. "I.. uhh yeah, what did they shoot up?" "Crystal. It's pretty hardcore, but I've heard that the sex if fucking amazing. Especially when they slam it right into their veins." Trent replied. "You ever try it?" Matt asked. "I few times, it was pretty okay." Trent said, knowing it was crucial that he remained low key about it. It was important Matt not build tina up. The more relaxed the atmosphere was, the easier Matt would be to corrupt. Trent, down on his knees, pulled Matt's cock out of the side of his jock. Matt's eyes went to the back of his head as an expert cocksucker worked on his dick. His eye were still fixed on the screening, watching the guy who had had the needle in his writher around in pleasure, looking blanked out. Before he knew it, Matt was ready to bust in Trent's mouth. He was going to warn him before he came, but it happened to fast. But Trent swallowed his entire load, without missing a beat. "Damn he thought, this kid has good tasting cum." Matt, his cock now hypersensitive, tensed up as Trent continued sucking his cock. Trent let up, and collapsed back onto the couch. Trent touch Matt's cock back into his jock, thinking about how sexy this kid looked in his blue and white stripped jockstrap. Trent decided it was about time to breakout his gear. He grabbed his equipment from his bedroom and brought it back to the couch, setting his bag down on the coffee table. Matt watched in silence as Trent took out some gear. Matt's head was still swimming from the G, making him feel numb and relaxed as well as horny. He couldn't stop thinking about playing with his hole. Matt stuck a finger in his mouth before stroking his hole with it, slowly working it in. Trent saw this out of the corner of his eye, smiling to himself, knowing the G was working beautiful. Trent pulled out a sharp from a little baggy, crumbling it up into smaller pieces as he loaded it into the bowl. Matt asked, "What it that?" "It's T. It's even better than G. It'll get you really horny and ready to fuck. It's what those guys injected in the video. Smoking it is a bit less hardcore." Trent was loving easing Matt into this. He picked up a lighter, flicked it on, and watched the crystal turn into clouds. Taking a big hit, Trent felt the hot smoke fill his lungs before blowing a thick cloud. "Fuck that's good," Trent said, enticing Matt. Trent leaned over to Matt, helping him him with the pipe and lighter. "Alright, inhale when when I say, once it heats up." Matt was nervous but pumped to try T for the first time, the G lowering any hesitation he might have otherwise had. On Trent signal he inhaled a big cloud. "Now exhale" Trent told him. "How does that feel?" Matt responded, "It feels pretty good." Matt felt a little rush, his heart beating faster, a bit of a head rush.Trent coached Matt into taking hit after hit. Afterward, Matt was feeling amazing, his heart racing, feeling this mix of pure excitement and unadulterated ecstasy, almost feeling proud and invincible. Matt wasn't sure how long he was out of it, before snapping back to attention. Looking a Trent "How do you feel?" Trent asked. "Fucking amazing man, one thousand fucking percent," Matt replied, "and so horny. But my dick is kind of soft" "Oh yeah, sometimes that happens with tina. Good thing you're the one getting fucked tonight." Trent knew he was hooked. He grabbed another shard from his bag and started working it into Matt's hole. Matt barely noticed the slight burn as he worked it in, knowing this would get the boy begging to get fucked. "You ready to get fucked, fag?" Being called a fag got Matt even more turned on. "Yes sir." Trent lubed up Matt's hole and his cock. Trent took off his pants to reveal his 8 inch cock. "Fuck," Matt thought. His cock looked even bigger now. He reached over and grabbed the poppers he had in the pockets, huffing deep preparing for Trent's cock. He could feel the head against his hole, popping in, making Matt moan like a bitch. Trent pushed Matt legs up against his chest, giving him better access to Matt's hole. He was one-third in already. Matt was taking it pretty well, huffing on a bottle of poppers every couple of seconds. His dick kept going in, further and further, finally bottoming out. "How does it feel to have raw cock up your virgin boy hole?" "Ohhhh, ffuucckk.." Matt moaned, so turned on by taking raw cock just like the thousands of porn sluts he had jerked off to in the past. "It feels so good sir." "Fuck yeah boy," Trent said, thinking how this boy was a natural sub faggot, "bet you'll only take raw cock from now on." "Oh, yes sir," and he meant it to. This was way better than any fucking he had done before. Of course, Matt knew the drugs were probably helping too. Trent pulled all the way out, seeing the gaping hole he had left behind, lubed already dripping down from his it. He slammed back into Matt hearing him gasp, his limp cock hidden in his jock pouch. Trent loved seeing a boy focused only on his hole, cock out of sight and out of mind. Unlike Matt, Trent was rock hard thanks to some viagra and his cocking on. Matt had notice the cocking earlier, and fuck did it make him desperate for Trent's cock. Matt head spinning from the drugs, poppers and the hard fuck he was receiving. He handed the poppers to Trent to put on the table behind him. Trent twisted around slightly, and Matt glimpsed a bit of a back tattoo. It was a biohazard symbol. With the T clouding his thinking, Matt didn't understand what it was for. He knew that a lot of poz guys had that tattoo but he knew Trent was on prep and neg. "Hey Trent, why do you have biohazard tat? Guys will think you're poz" Matt half chuckled. Trent leaned in, grabbing hold of trent ankles and pressing them above his head, plunging his cock back in. As he was trusting, he said, "My tat?" "Yeah, won't people thinking you're poz?" Trent continued fucking Matt, speeding up his thrusting. "I got it..." Trent was panting, "when... I..." Trent's breath was ragged, his body getting tenser "discovered...." Trent started moaning, almost gasping, "that... I... was...OOOO.. fuck... that i was poz" Trent let out, as cum erupted from his cock and into Matt's guts. Trent could see the warning lights in Matt head as his eyes went wide. "Your profile says you are neg!" "I never updated it, but I stopped taking it. Too many side effects for me. I got pozzed up a few months after that I think. Plus I think you wanted a poz load." He reached down and felt Matt's cock through his jockstrap, which was rock hard, the head popping out through the side, leaking pre. "Fuck," Matt thought, "he's right." "I bet this is the hottest sex you've ever had boy. Clearly you like taking poz loads or your cock wouldn't be rock fucking hard," Trent said. "Now look, you're free. Free from fear, able to take any load from any cock. Be the hot cumdump faggot you were meant to be." Matt's head was spinning. He knew Trent was right. But images kept flashing through his mind, of him, his teammates, other people from school, his parents, knowing that he was marked now. Part of a brotherhood of barebackers, proud poz men. He had seen the sites, images on tumblr, of proud poz men. Deep downing knowing this was what he wanted the entire time but just couldn't admit to himself. Beyond all that though, he knew right know that he had to have more cock. "Now," Trent sat down next to Matt, cum leaking out of his hole, "what do you say?" "I want more cock sir." "You perfect fucking faggot. And what about my poz load?" "Thank you for pozzing me sir; I'm a dirty cumdump who deserves to be pozzed up." "Yes you are boy, and your night is not even close to over. I'm taking you to get way more loads. After all, we need to make sure my DNA gets into your blood." Trent went into his bag. Matt saw him take out a syringe. It was a prepared point. Matt knew it was going to go in his arm, so he was a little surprised when he saw Trent put it in his arm, and pull the plunger. But then, Trent removed the point from his arm. "Now boy, this will guarantee that you get my bug in your blood. It's a mix of crystal meth and my blood. You can't have one with out the other. And I want you to beg for it." Matt wanted that point in his arm so bad. "Please sir, give me your toxic blood. Get my addicted to T." Trent found a vein, pulled back on the plunger, saw the red vial get a shade darker and then pushed down on the plunger. He saw Matt's pupils dilate, heard his breathing go ragged. Practically seeing the rush. He pulled Matt's arm up, and told Matt to cough. Matt was flying, freaked out, feeling amazing, the thought of Trent's toxic blood in his getting him hard. After letting Matt settle down, Trent told him to get dressed. "Let's go faggot. Time for you to take more AIDS cock." Trent pulled Matt to him, kissed him deeply, grabbed his gear bag, and lead Matt to out of his apartment, closing the door behind him. Then, he lead Matt to his car.

75% of the men fucking my ass are black. More than anything I attribute that to living in Atlanta.

I discovered the joy of getting gangbanged in a totally unplanned spontaneous session. Was at a friend's pool party and after dark when everyone was pretty well trashed from a full day of drinking the sex got started and and went on for hours. At first my boyfriend and I were only watching but after a while we were so horned up from watching the fun that we ended up joining the party and he fucked his load in me on one of the chaise lounges around the pool. Was my first experience having sex in public with others watching and I was blown away by the experience. It felt so good being a slut and knowing that other guys were getting off watching me be a dirty whore. Another bottom was getting gang fucked and loaded up on the diving board and when he couldn't take it anymore my boyfriend dared me to take his place. I was horny and said WTF and laid on my back with my legs in the air on the diving board. Wasn't long before I was getting gangbanged by several tops and taking their loads. It felt amazing to get fucked with my ass full of cum and the more I got the more I wanted. I had always enjoyed bareback porn and fantasized about what it would feel like to be the cum sloppy bottom taking multiple cocks and loads but prior to this experience I was always very conservative and selective about who I let cum in my ass. Needless to say, that was the night I found out I loved being a cumdump. My ass was full of cum and making "squishing" sounds as I got fucked repeatedly. As hot as that "squishing" sound was the feeling of all that cum in my ass was even hotter. Ended up taking 5 cocks and loads before I was done. Guess who was next on the diving board and took 4 loads? My boyfriend. That night was the start of our journey into bareback depravity and it wasn't long before we started hanging out at bathhouses and the back room at our favorite club being cum craving bottom sluts. We broke up years ago but remained friends and fuck buddies and still to this day hang out together 3 or 4 times a year and go to bathhouses and sleazy clubs to be used as cumwhores. So, to answer the question, for me getting gangbanged and filled with cum is an amazing experience.

My 1st gangbang in a sauna in the UK was mind blowing,I'd fantasised about it for years & finally a friend told me about a sauna,that feeling of a group of guys stood around waiting to fuck u is unreal. After each guy shoots his seed in me & the next slides in is mind blowing & I got the gift from going there. I now visit every week if I can

Let me help you. I organize bareback sex and pnp parties

I always pick up used condoms on cruising sites, in bathhouses, adult book stores, etc...I tell myself to keep them and use them as lube, but my hunger for anon cum is too big and they almost always end up in my mouth...

The boy we used yesterday had to stop after an hour from his hole being too sore. Five cocks and loads before he asked for my piss load up him. My cum soon followed. The last top to cum was forced to spray on his chest... Endurance is a virtue. The last top and I were hoping for at least another 30 minutes of fucking...

I went to a pretty big bareback sex party this winter. It was in 2-bedroom hotel suite, and at its full capacity, there were easily 50-60 guys in the place. Picture a living room full of bags and clothes, piles of fresh towels for the tops, and moaning coming from each corner of the room. I was one of the 'designated' bottoms - getting there early, helping set up and I could spend the night there. Not much sleep of course. Party started at 8 PM. At 3 AM I was still getting pounded as the place started to empty out. There were some slower moments throughout the night, but for the most part, it was non-stop fucking. It was still the sluttiest, most thrilling experience I had so far. If things go well, your hole is not sore, it's just really open, wet and sloppy - exactly how most tops liked it. I didn't count how many loads, but I remember at least twenty or so guys/faces fucking me. If the tops are taking turns and fucking hard, you lose track of time easily after 10 minutes. It's a very deep and raw feeling - almost animalistic. Hard to explain fully. Whoever is fucking you also doesn't matter anymore. You just feel the cocks, one after the other. Some guys told me that's why they like blindfolds - something I might try next time. You feel degraded, slutty, objectified and you accept that you're basically just two holes on all fours for the night. I've been telling a lot of guys, tops and bottoms, that being a bareback cum dump bottom is like climbing a sexual Everest. I think it's one of the most masculine / raw / sexual thing you can experience, despite whatever names some guys might call you (slut or boy).

Not sure if its a True GangBang. 4 buds I have sex with have taken turns Fucking Me until each guy has pumped out multi loads of Cum. The Hottest part to me is when a guy Cums then the next uses the Cum as Lube!! I do want to get 5-10 Hot Young Guys to GangBang me sometime!

Here in the south there's nomshortage of black tops in search of white holes to,fuck. In fact, most white guys here are bottom.

I love BBC also... I like it when the TOP will talk nasty, about taking his dirty black cock in my "cunt"...

Hot post stud! Its such a turn on getting my hole ate out, especially after loaded with cum...its so hot getting a bunch of dudes to breed me and another cum slut and take turns eating out eachothers cumholes between breedings

Nothing hotter after the guy has fucked his toxic loads in your hole to get a load or two of his toxic piss inside