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Christmas Rest stop surprise (fiction) I was driving home from visit with family for the holiday and decided to get some coffee at a rest area. I saw some tractor trailers in the back with lights on in the cabs. I walked into the bathroom to take a piss and saw a couple of guys using the bathroom. I walk over to a urinal and unzip and do my thing. I zip up and walk past the guys standing there, trying to catch a free look and there is one guy, jeans, tshirt, work boots, hot as hell, that looked my way as I walked past and he gave me a peek. I walked over to the sink, washed my hands and glanced over at him and walked out into the lobby of the rest area. I was on line to get my coffee and the guy walked out and stood on line a few people behind me. I got my coffee and told the guy behind the counter that I wanted to pay for that guys coffee. I walk over to get my sugar and take my time. Suddenly the guy comes up next to me and in a deep voice, says, thanks for the coffee bud. I look up at him, and say, you’re welcome. I go and grab a table in a far off corner and he walks over and asks if he can join, of course, I reply. He sits down and holds out his hand, I am Joe, I shake his hand and reply, hi Joe, I am Mike, never blinking as I look in his eyes, which were the deepest green I have ever seen. So we chatted a bit, and he asks if I was ever in the cab of a truck. I reply no. he quickly shoots back, want to? I say sure and smile. He chugs his coffee as we keep chatting and I finish up quickly and we walk toward his truck. It’s a brand new truck and its red, my fave color. He opens the door and I climb up into the passenger seat. He closes the door and jumps in the drivers side. He turns the key and the radio comes on and shows all the lights and gadgets for which he tells me what is what. His hand is suddenly on my knee as we talk. I am listening intently to him and he leans in and asks, can I kiss you? I lean in an inch from his face and say yes…. He leans in and kisses me hard, pushing me back into the seat. We kiss for about 5 minutes and he says, lets move to the back. Lead the way I say. He climbs in the back and grabs my hand and leads me in. its nice back there too. Queen size bed, LED lighting, rubber sheets… we kiss as he pulls off my jacket and shirt. I then return the favor, he is furry and muscled, just hot I like a man. He lays on top of me and we are kissing and I run my hands down his back, feeling his ass through his jeans, then I reach under him and feel a very nice surprise. Had to be 10 inches of thick man cock bulging through the denim. I unbuckle his belt and then unbutton his pants. He pulls off of our kiss and says, oh you want to get right to it huh… I say yes. He stands up, pulls his jeans off and I am in awe. He then then unbuckles my belt, pulls the belt out of my pants and then pulls my khakis off. He then flips me over and rips off my briefs, smacking my ass. Hmmmmmm this ass is all mine now he says. He then shoves a dry finger into my hole, pulls it out, moistens it and then does it again. I hear him fumbling around and I hear his squirt some lube onto his cock. here is comes bitch, he says. He then shoves the tip of the bottle into my hole, squeezing the contents into my ass. I feel it burn some as he does this. What are you doing, I ask. This is just a nice lube to relax you and your hole. I start to try and get up and he drops himself on top of me and says, just relax, you will feel good in a minute. He then whispers in my ear that there is ground up meth in the lube, its his own recipe. I start to squirm and while I am doing that, I can feel him positioning his cock at my hole. I thought you wanted to get fucked baby, he says, suddenly I feel an urge that I have never felt before and I say, yes sir I do. He makes me beg for it, I beg for his cock, and he rams into me, all 10 inches, as he does this he reaches his hand and covers my mouth to muffle my scream. There you go baby, that wasn’t so bad was it, he asks. I can feel myself relaxing and he then starts to fuck me slowly at first and before long is pounding me like I have never ever thought I would be or could be pounded. I just kept on begging for it deeper and deeper. He then says, I am about to cum, want it? I beg for it, with that he rams all the way in and is panting in my ear, I can feel the warmth of his cum in me. Oh baby he says, your mine for the night now. With that he slowly pulls out and flips me over, laying on me and kissing me. He then starts to pull my arms up to work my pits, and as he does this, he has restraints ready to latch onto my wrists, which he does quickly. I start to try and fight but its no use, I am already restrained to the headboard. He then grabs a couple of other restraints attached to the headboard and pulls them down to my ankles. With a pull my legs are pulled up into the air. Hmmmmmmm my cum is leaking some.. love that view, he says. With that, he pulls on his pants, and goes into the cab, and jumps on the cb radio. I notice a couple of tattoos on his back, all with a radioactive sign in them, reality sets in, he pozzed me. …. Breaker breaker I have a bitch in cab ready to roll. With that I hear other voices, on our way… what the…… (more to follow)

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.

Hardly a porn star, more like a porn tourist, but... I did a scene for Triga here in the UK. On the DVD 'Fucking Gangsters - Extra Dealings', opening 60-minute scene. Watersports, group sex, licking feet and trainers/sneakers, fucking and ending with me being bukkake'd. The fucking wasn't bareback, but kinda faked in the edit to look like it... Did a couple of other scenes for some obscure pay-per-view sites, but they never went anywhere. The Triga one I did get recognised from for a while - Triga sells widely in Europe - which was cool. That was a few years ago. I'd do porn again in a heartbeat, especially if it was bareback porn. A TIM scene would be ideal, but probably I'm out of age range by now. Anyway, for fun, here's two screen caps of the Triga scene where I'm being fucked and pissed on!

Part II. After some clumsy stumbling and making out, we got dressed. My assistant and his twink date put their clothes back on, over very sexy jockstraps. My boy and I changed into gym shorts, our jocks, and some tank tops. My assistant and I piled into the front seat, and my boy and the twink made out in the back seat. Before we were halfway there, my boy’s shorts were at his ankles, and his ass was full of raw POZ twink cock. The twink bred my boy as we pulled up to the club. My boy bent over with his ass hanging out of the car door and my assistant was happy to fuck and breed him right there in the parking lot. I was sort of hoping we’d see more action in the parking lot, but someone from the club came out and told us they had seen the action on their security camera. He thought it was hot, but told us to bring the action inside where it would be ‘safer.’ We couldn’t help but smirk as he said that. We paid the admission, stripped down to our jocks, left our clothes in the lockers, and headed into the darkened passageways of the bathhouse. It didn’t take long for me to be on my knees as my assistant skull-fucked me. He had just cum inside my boy, and while he had no problem getting hard, he wasn’t ready to blow his wad yet. Plus, he told me, he wanted to loose his load up my hungry asshole, not down my throat. I pulled off and wound up blowing about six guys, most of whom came down my throat or all over my face. My assistant licked the seed off of my mouth, and spat it onto my hole, working it in with his fingers. On my knees, he plowed into me, pulling my jockstrap for leverage. One of the guys I had blown leaded forward and chewed on my ear. ‘I’m POZ, you know… That’s what I came on your face… Hope you’re ok with my load lubing your ass for that guy’s cock…’ I just moaned. My assistant lost his load deep in my guts, and pulled out. The POZ guy I had blown cleaned my assistant’s cock off for me and dribbled everything in his mouth into mine. Simply delicious. We went looking for our dates, and found them in a big sweaty pile, my boy bouncing up and down on a stranger’s dick, with another one down his throat. The twink was raw-topping two heavy-set guys, on their knees side by side, making out with each other. He’d plow one hole for a few strokes before pulling out and sliding into the other one. He started to loose his load in one guy, and pulled out to shoot the rest on the other. My assistant knelt down and worked his boy’s load into both open holes. The twink’s toxic load, and my assistant’s load, in my hole got pushed deeper by another two burly tops who both had their way with me as I watched the sweaty scene unfold. My assistant got fucked by a few guys, some of whom were clearly POZ, either from tattoos or wasting, but the twink put us all to shame. He took over six loads that night, working his expert slutty ass on cocks of all sizes, shapes, and colors. We left after a few hours of fun, sweaty and cum-drenched. In the car ride home, my assistant told us that he met the twink online in a chasers forum and that he’d started taking all loads only recently, and was finally actively chasing. We told them that we weren’t actively looking for it, but swapped cum with a bunch of guys and almost never asked about status. The twink held my boy’s hand and told him that he’d be happy to line up POZ cocks for him anytime. We kissed each other goodbye, lingering long enough to swipe a few fingers into cummy asses and get a goodnight taste before parting ways. We were both exhausted, and fell into bed covered in sweat and leaking seed. Saturday next morning we woke up, lingered in bed for a while, and fucked each other slowly, retelling our cum-swapping escapades. When we were both sated, we lay next to each other and talked honestly an openly about our mutual desire for cum. He confessed that he got hard just thinking about ‘the bug,’ and I vowed to support him and not stand in his way. I told him that I was going to keep taking loads, but not especially seeking out toxic cum. We fell back asleep and woke a few hours later to a text from the twink to my boy: PLANS FOR NEXT WEDNESDAY? CAN LINE UP SOME POZ COCK 4 U BY THEN. My boy handed me his phone, grinning, I texted back and hit SEND before asking him: BRING IT. OUR PLACE? The twink responded: YES. U HOST. I’LL B THERE WITH FRIENDS. B READY AT 7. C U THEN. To be continued…

“You ever had coke fingered up your arse son?”, I shook my head making him grin widely again “that’s excellent boy, it will be a whole new experience for you son”, he got up and I could not help look longingly at his thick dangling cock, he smirked “don’t worry Robbie boy, you may be playing with daddy’s cock soon enough”, I blushed bright red as he got a bottle of poppers and the mirror I’d snorted the coke off earlier and settled back down behind me, he held out the poppers to me and I took them, he spat on my hole again and then pushed his finger deep into my hole again, I yelped at the fairly painful invasion “sniff the poppers son”, I did as he said, the rush was instant and my hole relaxed round his finger “ah that’s better son, your tight little boy hole is opening up nicely”, could only moan with pleasure as his digit worked in and out of my hole, I sniffed the poppers again “that’s a good boy, your keep sniffing”, and then “sweet little boy hole, needs lots of attention, doesn’t it son?”, I looked over my shoulder lustfully nodding “yes daddy it does”, he grinned “atta boy Daddy loves playing with boy hole”. By now I was rocking effectively fucking myself on his finger and sniffing the poppers, “time for your bump baby boy, so stay still” I looked over my shoulder as he pulled his finger out of my butt and coated it with the coke on the mirror, his finger probed at my ring “relax son”, his finger pushed into me “that’s a good boy, you keep that boy pussy open for daddy”, I could feel the coke tingling on my anal walls as he fingered more and more into me, my hole was getting looser as he soon had two fingers inside me. Keeping his fingers inside my hole he rubbed his spit slick hand up and down the shaft of my hard cock “oh yeah Robbie boy that pussy is loving daddy working it, now for part two of the game”, I looked as him, his eyes intent on his fingers in my hole “part two of the game is 15 minutes of me playing with you, making it all about you, if you cum within 15 minutes then its all about what Daddy wants”, and then his eyes met mine “so do you want to play or go”, my head buzzing more so now from the coke in my hole and knocking any sense of caution aside I could only smile nodding shyly “I wanna play”. David moved his eyes to mine pulling his fingers out of my hole his other hand still stroking my cock “that’s excellent son”, and then grasping my right arse cheek leant forward “that boy cunt looks good enough to eat so I think I will”. I’d been rimmed before but never anything like this, if there had been and Olympic sport in eating arse David would have won gold, silver and bronze, sensations I never knew possible from having a tongue up my arse were shown to me, I was moaning, sniffing poppers, squirming and writhing under his tongue, his strong hand gripping my arse to keep me from moving too much as the other stroked my leaking cock up and down with a delicate touch that belied his stature. “oh fuck yeah that’s beautiful eating boy, three minutes down tick tock” before diving his tongue back up my hole, sending shivers back up my spine, I swear it almost felt like his tongue was slivering its way up deep inside me. Minutes passed and he kept on, only coming up for air to tell me the counting minutes or to say ‘tick tock’ , I groaned as a felt my orgasm boiling in my balls as he effectively eat and milked it out of me and then I lost it, I could not hold back anymore as spurts of my boy juice erupted from my cock squirting down onto the leather sofa I was kneeling on. Still lost in the afterglow I knelt there as he fondled my balls squeezing the last drips of my cum out “not bad boy, just over 13 minutes”, I looked over my shoulder watching as he shucked his shirt revealing a deliciously hairy stocky body, he rubbed his cock with some of my cum, it looked ‘angry’, bigger and thicker “now its Daddy’s fun time’

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'.

This is the start of the true story of how I took my first bareback, if you like this part I’ll tell you rest, this is in the chem sex part as there are chems later, if continued. I was in my early 20’s, not bad looking, some said handsome, pretty cute, pretty good body, I’d moved up to London for work and for the first time could explore my sexuality proper for the first time, I soon found that I was attracted to older men, 20/30 years my senior, there was something about them that got me so hard and turned on. I was regularly frequenting a pub called the Kings Arms or KA in Poland Street in the west end, and I met a lot of big daddy bears that well made me pop my cork, and then I met him. His name was David, he oozed manliness, well built and tall I was in the KA having a drink after work when he walked in, I can still remember my first sight of him because he took my breath away, suited and booted, shaved head, a cocky grin on his face and a bulging crotch that belied its contents. Back then I was shy and I thought I was being discreet and circumspect stealing glimpses of him, now I realise that I must have been so obvious it’s painful. I saw him start chatting to another young lad; I just sighed picking up my beer and went outside for a cigarette. I was miles away daydreaming when I heard those first words “you got a light?” that brought back into reality I looked round to see the ice blue eyes staring intently at me, I nodded lighting his cigar, he smiled, a warm friendly smile “good boy, thanks” and then “so why did you not say hi earlier?”, feigning innocence I shock my head “I dunno what you mean?”, he threw his head back laughing “I saw you checking me out boy”…that word ‘boy’ made me feel heady and hard, I gulped, bit my lip, took a sip of my drink and blushed as red as its possible for a person to blush, he stepped close up to me “its okay lad, what’s your name?”, the heat from his body and his towering presence was intimidating and sexy at the same time, I shuffled my feet and looked up into his eyes “its Rob”, he grinned broadly “nice I like that name, I’m David”, I put my hand out to shake it “nice to meet you David”, he brushed my hand aside and leant in and kissed me right there on the street, I swear I almost dropped my drink and almost lost my load in my pants at the same time. I stood there as he pulled away from me, I was hot and sweaty, the tension in the air could have been cut with a knife and the electricity between us was at about 10,000 watts, I looked around me, no one was paying any attention to us, I looked back at him and he smiled again “So Robbie boy, do you like to play games?”, I must admit I was confused and croaked “games? Yes I love them, why?”, that smile again and a twinkling in his eye as he moved even closer to me, so close I could feel the heat from his body as he leaned in “good Robbie boy, I like games too, wanna play the 15 minute game with me?”, he kissed my cheek as I softly asked “what’s the 15 minute game?”, he chuckled pinching my nipple through my Fred Perry t-shirt “if you come with Daddy I’ll show you” and right then and there in the street I spunked my briefs

Wreckin-Aids-Bone (WAB) Part 1: The heat from the pavement rolled up and over Jerome’s body like a tsunami inundating a small island. New York City had not seen a heat wave like this in May for fuck – like 80 years or some shit. Slowly Jerome pushed himself away from the rough, brick wall, stood up straight, took the well-used red tank top out of his back pocket and wiped the sweat off his face and chest. He paused, shook his head, rubbed his aching stomach and ran a finger over his protruding bulge. Yeah man needed to eat – and soon. Here is his story. My momma’s voice keeps ringing in my head over and over no matter what I do, how fucked up I get…’faggy’…’faggy’…’faggy’. Her pain, anger, sorrow, confusion – all like a fucking knife in my guts and trust, I know how bad that can fucking feel as the finger-length scar on my left side shows. “Jerome Christopher Hughes – what in the fuck Lord’s name you doing?” I knew it was bad when she used my full name and the name of God. Well what can I say, Mr. Gonstill’s mouth felt good and he could swallow my dick right down to the pubes and flick his tongue on my balls at the same time. Holy FUCK! I always shot monster loads with his mouth on me. Yeah he was an old white dude from across the street who could have been my grandpa from another mother, and he would take his teeth out when he sucked me. I ain’t no fucking faggy, but I tell you right now that felt better than any pussy I ever dipped in and a mouth’s a mouth and a hole’s a hole – you feel me? The first time he did that was the week after I had graduated high school. I had turned 18 and momma had worked 2 or 3 jobs to ensure I could just focus on school, but once that shit was done, she said it was time for me to man up, get to work, and figure out what came next in life. Mr. Gonstill had a fancy printer that I had used before for school papers and shit and he said he would print off some resumes for me. Well that day when I showed up he had some wild shit porn playing, a few smokes for me, some cold beer, and it didn’t take much to persuade me to blow my load down this throat then two more up his ass. Any time I was in need all I had to do was show up and he was ready to take my monster BBC anyway I wanted, and I always got something good in return. I might be an ugly dude but I got a big dick, and that will fucking compensate for a lot. No one knew about what I did. Not my girl, not my homies - although a couple of them I dicked down to on the DL – and certainly not my fam. Well that was until the day my momma came home early and went looking for me at Mr. Gonstill’s and found us in his garage. So here I am, JC – that’s my nickname – coolin on a corner in New York City (NYC) – my stomach rumbling, my ass crack sweating, my balls aching, my dick dripping, my chest is tight 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. I’ve been in the city for a couple months now and its been one ”fuck-me-over” after another. After momma threw me out without even a dip of all the cash I had saved up that she was hanging onto for me, I got Mr. Gonstill to give me enough dough for a bus ticket out of Cincinnati. He let me use his phone to call my cuz – Treyvon in NYC, who said I could crash with him and his baby momma. I had to fuck Mr. Gonstill for all that, but not like the first time, so as I walked down the street – the stank of his ass on my dick – I turned one last time to look back at the house I had known all my life. I hit NYC with nothing but the clothes on my back and $10 in my pocket and by the time I got to Treyvon’s in the fucking hood even that was gone. He set me up though – at first anyways. The first few days was like fucking jamming as we drank, did whatever drugs he laid out, and fucked whatever ass was closest. It was about 4 days in when I got sick the first time. I puked, shit, and hacked my insides out for almost a week straight. That kind of hell takes a toll and just as I was beginning to think I might feel like eating again, my fuckin cuz kicked me to the damn curb as word had spread – my momma had called his momma and well, I was dead to the family now – even to my lazy ass punk cuz. FUCK! Nights on the streets in NYC are fucked up. The freaks and hood fucks come out, shit goes down, and you need a place to roll up and keep out of shit. I didn’t have that, or any cash to get it, and have to admit I busted a few noses and did some other shit to survive. I had been on the streets about 3 weeks I guess when I discovered one of the Adult Book Stores (ABS). For a few bucks, me and other folks from the street - hustlers, thieves, homeless, life’s cast outs - could stay warm, avoid the worst of the night’s crazy shit, and if we got lucky, find a warm hole to nutt up in or a few a extra bucks for our pocket. When the ABS don’t work, I crawl up in some basement, trap house if I can, or just walk til the sun comes up. Yeah, a few faggies have offered me a place to crash but I ain’t looking for no strings. Been offered a few hustling jobs – not the sex kind, but drugs and shit – and I ain’t looking to get rolled up in no crew and become someone’s bitch – so I go it alone. It ain’t been so bad except for those days when the sickness hits again like truck barreling down the highway. In NYC puking on the sidewalk is a common every day thing – but it’s the squatting in some alley for hours on end that can get to you. Anyways, last night at the ABS is where I came to hear the phrase AidsBone for the first time. I had always been a slim kat and on my 6”2 frame, losing 10 pounds from being sick made me look even thinner – yet made my 10inch black dick look gigantic! I was probably down closer to 15 now, my cheeks sunken in, dark circles around my eyes from not sleeping. I was hot, hungry, and broke and figured could cool off in the ABS and maybe make a couple bucks. The first time I showed up there I had to let the clerk touch my dick with a promise to fuck him later if he let me in (he played that shit with all the ‘new trade’) – cool – I could fuck skanky ass no problem. Tonight as I came through the door the clerk smiled, waved me through to the back, and went back to reading his trashy magazine after making a note on my ‘tab’ that I owed him another fuck for the free pass. Once I cooled down a little and made a few rounds of the usual trolls, hall-wall holders (those faggys who just stood around holding up the wall), the few scared tourists and a couple locals, I zoned in on this little youngin white guy. All the folks were cruising that little wanker ass and I figured he would go for more of the clean cut, handsome types that were there. Some of the hustlers were down right pretty boys – not the TS, TV, CD’s that were there – but boys who were just damn pretty. But no, the youngin kept scoping me out – eyeing my thugness. My sick look and dirty clothes, did not seem to put him off. I made my way around the corner and to the end of the back hall and settled myself by the last booth. Slowly the white youngin made his way back towards me, his pale skin almost glowing in the shadows and dark lights of the ABS. He was nervous for sure, but held his own deflecting the advances he encountered along the way. When he got to me, he looked at the floor, his head down, fumbled in his pocket, “Want a cigarette? He asked. I nodded, took tapped out a couple, took the lighter he handed to me, inhaled, pocketed the lighter as he looked confused with his own unlit cigarette still in his hand. I kept on smoking so he pulled the pack back out of his pocket and put the one he was holding back in. I grabbed his wrist, squeezed, brought his hand up and his fingers automatically released and drop the pack of cigarettes into my hand. I smiled, nodded, and said, “Whatch-you need kid?” The white youngin nervously looked around and looked ready to bolt as some of the aggressive trolls started closing in. I grabbed him by the arm, swung him around so his back was to the wall and I placed myself between him and them. I turned and snapped, “STEP THE FUCK OFF MOTHA-FUCKERS!” to the closest trolls who slunk back the way they had come. I asked again, “Whatch-you need kid?” This time he looked up, licked his lips, fished back in his pocket and pulled out a folded $50. I snatched the Grant, stuffed it in my pocket with his lighter, set the cigarette between my teeth as I unzipped my pants and fished out my stank, ripe, black dick. The youngin’s mouth gaped, he reached out to stroke it and I smacked his hand away, tapped my cigarette out on the wall beside his head and set it on the ledge molding that ran about head height along the wall for later. I looked at him and sneered. “Here’s the rules. NO touching, no kissing, NO sucking. You feel me?” He just nodded, fished back in his pocket and pulled out a ratty looking condom packet. I snatched that too, tossed it into the hallway behind me – let one of the trolls use that shit if they want – and when the youngin looked at me questioningly I said, “I ONLY FUCK RAW, NOW PULL YOUR PANTS DOWN.” His face lit up like a fucking angel on the Christmas tree! “You want to go into a booth? Someplace more private maybe?” he asked. I shook my head no, hell I was not wasting a dime on that shit when I had some raw ass pussy right in front of me and frankly had all the privacy I needed. I’m a wild freak and don’t mind folks watching and had barely got a little spit on my dick before the youngin’s pants were down and his white ass pushed out waiting. I lined up my dick, grabbed his hips, and pushed hard. The youngin cried out, which just made my dick swell and unleash some prejizz. The next shove popped his pink little hole and before he could cry out again I covered his mouth with my left hand. I pulled my dick all the way out, spit a couple times, smeared it around, lined my monster back up, and this time before I popped his hole again I laced my right fingers with my left, covering his whole fucking face, his breath coming out hot and rapid against my skin. I gently moved my hips a little and his breathing got even faster in anticipation, I then clamped my hands tight on his skull and SLAMMED THAT ASS! The youngin’s body went stiff as I slam fucked him against the wall, busting that hole open wide, tearing those pussy walls up. All my anger, frustration, and craziness came out as I fucked him hard and fast. After a couple minutes of brutal pounding his body relaxed, his hole gave out, and I moved my hands from his face to his shoulders so I could dig him out for the grand finale. “GIVE ME THAT AIDSBONE,” the youngin gasped and pleaded. WTF? What the fuck? “FUCK ME WITH YOUR AIDS DICK MISTER, POZ MY HOLE, WRECK IT – OH FUCK YEAH PLEASE WRECK IT!” Hot damn – guess it is the quiet ones you got to watch out for. Hell that shit made my dick steel hard – holy Christ. I stepped back, edged my dick to the lip of his ass pussy and slammed back in. Fucking faggy loved it and moaned, groaned, and begged, “PUSH YOUR AIDSBONE IN ME, CUM IN ME MISTER, OH PLEASE FUCKING CUM IN ME, FUCK IT HARDER – THAT’S IT MISTER – HARDER – YEAH POZ ME UP – POZ MY ASS WITH THAT DICK.” I had fucked some dudes a bit rough before, with my size you had to now and then to get your nutt – but this, this was a balls out rape fuck with no mercy. I wanted his ass to hurt, wanted him to feel it, wanted him to experience the same sort of pain I was feeling and man did he! I shredded his guts and felt my balls pull high, tighten up like race horse at the gate raring to go, and one final thrust and I blew my toxic wadd as deep as I could in his faggy ass. I bottomed out and broke through something when I did making him cry out even louder. He had no place to run and I held him on my dick as my balls jumped up and down, pistoning my cum out. I was done –with him anyways – and pulled my dick out in one tug. He sounded like a mouse with his head in a trap on that one. I laughed, reached over him, grabbed the half-smoked cigarette off the ledge, used his – now my – lighter, and took a well-deserved long drag. The youngin was panting as he looked at me with awe, wonder, lust, need, and a newfound calling in life. I knew guys liked my dick, but this was different. This was RAPTURE. BLISS. ECSTASY pure and true and the blood rushed like a flash flood back into my dick and I was ready to go again. The youngin stared in amazement, I chuckled, and laughed right in his face as he now begged and pleaded, “Please fuck it again – oh my God, I need your AIDS man, did you poz me? Will you wreck my ass again? Please, oh please I NEED IT!” I just looked at him without a word, he got the message, “Umm…I only got like $5.00 left. I can give you more tomorrow, will you be here tomorrow?” I stepped away, dropped my smoke on the floor, looked at the crowd we had gathered and eyed one of the regular pretty boys that had tried to get me to fuck him before. I knew his pockets were full with goodies and while I generally lived by the adage ‘don’t shit where you eat’ and didn’t need any drama, my balls were full up again and it had to go someplace. I swaggered over to the pretty boy and said, “You think you can handle this?” He nodded, practically jumped into one of the booths while trying to get naked at the same time. I turned to the youngin, “Come better prepared tomorrow,” closed the video booth door, and as the youngin pulled himself together and headed out into the night he could hear the cries of the pretty boy getting his ass pussy hole wrecked with my AIDSbone.

Another Real Experience (x 2!) PART TWO - the Porn Star and the Trucker Part Two, The Trucker So, as mentioned in Part One of this double post, I was watching a Classic Pre-Condom Gay Porn Vid recently and it brought back two very hot and very different experiences. The vid was 1986′s “Oversized Load” about the sexual exploits of some young truckers - and it brought back BOTH the many times I played with one of its’ stars, Scott O’Hara, AND the first time I partied with a trucker in his rig. Part One was about Scott O’Hara, now it’s time to talk about the Trucker… A few years back I was up by the New York/Connecticut border by I-84/684 for a workshop I was conducting. Knowing I’d be heading south in Upper Westchester I had contacted a pair of pig buds who have a home or actually, kind of more of a “compound” really, in the far north of Westchester to see if they’d want me to stop by for some parTy Time on my way home. They were very much up for it, so prior to the workshop I had cleaned out and I was wearing 501s, a black t-shirt and my engineer boots; which I knew would not be out of place at the Acting Workshop I was going to be conducting, strange as that may sound to some. I always got a bit horny conducting these workshops for the 18-20 year old theater students, so stopping at my friends’ place after was perfect. Perfect seldom stays perfect, and that’s what happened that evening. There was an electrical fire at the school where I was conducting the workshop which required clearing the building and ending the workshop an hour and a half early. I texted my buds to see if I could come early, something that normally would not have been too much of a problem, but they texted back that they were stuck in NYC and the train they’d be coming back on would not get them home for another 3 hours, and unusually, there was no one at their place that could let me in until they all arrived back together. Fortunately, they suggested that to pass a few hours until then, since going home and coming back would be flat out stupid and they did NOT want to give up our playdaTe, I should check out the Truck Stop on I-684 near Brewster. They said I could likely find some action to keep me busy and might even find someone hot to bring along for our session later. That sounded like a plan to me, so I headed my car in the direction of I-684. Now since I was a teenager, I’d had many a hot time at truck stops and rest areas all over the country, but interestingly though I’d played with Truckers among others at such locations, we’d always played in the woods, the men’s room itself, or gone elsewhere. Up until this time, in more than 20 years of hooking up at such places, I’d never been inside the cab of any Truck. I’d also had less chances to play at such places as the older I got, the far less time I spent driving all over the country for shows, and the far more time I spent at home in the NY metro area – where such locations with action and no hassle became fewer and fewer as the years went by. I pulled off the highway and rather than park with most of the few passenger cars, I parked further away and closer to the couple of big rigs that were there without making the location I chose totally suspicious. Checking to see that no one but someone in one of the rigs could see me, I pulled my small “travel pipe” out of my leather motorcycle jacket along with my torch and took a few quick hits of T. After blowing a couple of clouds, I cooled it off and carefully packed them back into the hidden special pockets hidden in the lining of my jacket, then zipped up and got out of the car. Once out, I pretty obviously adjusted the package in my 501s while pointedly looking in the direction of the parked rigs, and then sauntered toward the rest area building. There didn’t seem to be any obvious paths running back into the woods and so I assumed any action either occurred inside the building or inside the vehicles. Stopping to read pretty much every sign and map posted outside, I hoped I was at once giving a signal and at the same time wasn’t being too obvious. A smaller, wiry blond white guy in jeans, sneakers, denim jacket and cowboy hat stepped from the shadows behind me and quite obviously groped himself, showing a lot of package for a little guy. I groped myself in response and he jerked his head towards the men’s room, mouthing “follow me”. I followed into the men’s room and rather than going to one of the stalls he led me to the most remote urinals and whipped out his dick starting a heavy piss, while indicating me to do the same one urinal over rather than right next to him. Actually needing to piss as well, a minute passed while we both took care of business. The room seemed pretty deserted as I subtly looked around and he whispered, “lookin’ for action?” I nodded yes and he chuckled softly when he said, “…thought so when I saw you givin’ our girl Tina a kiss before getting out of your car. You okay talkin’ in my truck? This place ain’t too safe.” I nodded yes, and he indicated for me to follow. Trying not to be too obvious, I trailed about 20 feet behind him back toward my car and his truck. He continued past my car to the first rig parked closest to me. Checking to see that no one “inappropriate” might be watching, he popped the passenger door of the cab and told me to jump in. I got in quickly while he jumped up from the driver’s side and then pulled some shades down in the windows. He laughed a bit as he whipped out a glass pipe that was already loaded and took a nice big pull on it before handing it and his torch to me. “I’m only cool with lightin’ up right away ‘cuz I already seen you hit your own pipe earlier,” he said as I warmed the bowl and breathed in the curling white vapor. “Name’s Tom” he said as I blew out my cloud. I introduced myself and he asked what I was up to, and I told him my tale of my workshop ending early and my buds coming home late and looking to play until then, and the possibility of continuing later. He liked the sound of everything I said, but let me know that the rest area we were in had very recently become dangerous as it was being regularly patrolled by the State Police who came through on an almost predictable schedule at night. Any car like mine that was there without the driver inside on two consecutive trips through the lot was suspicious and they would begin to look for the driver assuming there was something going on. “We can play in my rig until your buds are ready for us, but we gotta’ get your auto out of here and elsewhere… there’s a diner right off the next exit where you can leave it for now and we’ll head back on goin’ north and park and play in the northbound rest stop until your buds call, then we’ll head back to your car, leave my rig in the truck parking at the diner and head to their place in your vehicle. Cool?” I nodded yes. “Then follow me bud.” He pulled the shades back a bit, took a look around the lot and since the coast was clear, indicated that I should hurry to my car. I did, and followed his truck as he pulled out of the lot. The next exit and the Diner were not too far away and I parked, grabbed my play bag, and walked over to his rig and got back in the front passenger seat. I got in and pulled the door behind me and laughed when he pulled his jacket aside to show he was naked from the waist down, except for his sneakers. “Pull them pants off and let me see what all I’ll be workin’ with this evening, while I get us someplace more private,” he suggested. As he pulled back onto the road I unlaced my boots and pulled my jeans and black jock strap down and off leaving them in a lump at my feet. My half-hard cock was surrounded by a black leather snap cock ring and he looked at me smiling, saying “fuck yeah”. He got back on the Interstate going north and headed for the northbound twin to the same rest area we met at. He pulled in and parked between to other rigs and proceeded to pull the shades back over the windows. He grabbed his kit with his pipe and pulled himself up into what looked like a loft above the main part of the cab, saying “come on up bud – the boots are hot but please leave ‘em down there, this ain’t the place for ‘em. In fact, get naked down there and just pull yourself up!” I ditched the rest of my clothes, while pulling my supplies and pipe from my jacket and popping them in my play bag and pulled myself up and into his bed/loft/whatever. When I got myself in and my eyes began to adjust, I saw there was a small screen playing some pretty hot looking BB gay porn, scattered pillows, a few bottles of lube and such, and Tom sitting cross-legged heating up the bowl of an even larger bong. He was a wiry little guy, as I said, covered with lots of tribal tatts and several body piercings, with a hairy chest and very hairy legs. Between his legs was a half-hard cock that appeared to be not particularly long, but nicely thick and HUGE balls that explained the big bulge he pushed in his jeans. I liked what I saw, he looked like fun, and the setting was VERY hot to me. He apparently liked what he saw too. I had worn my leather harness under my clothes, so it was in place and highlighting my pecs as I pulled myself over to him. “Fuck yeah, got me a leather muscle daddy… hot damn! I seen you blowin’ some huge clouds daddy, y’all ever share it – you know, shotgun?” “One of my favorite ways to indulge,” I let him know, before sucking in a huge hit, pulling his face to mine and slowly releasing a very large hit into his mouth while his eyes grew wider and wider. As we smoked we started stroking each other’s dicks, and feeling each other up. We chatted about what we were into, and we were both pleased to find the other versatile AND to find the other all ready to play – cleaned inside and out, with just some sweat and musk from the couple of hours since we’d each gotten prepped. Though the porn was hot and so was he, and he was definitely into me as well, it was a bit disappointing that we were both only semi-hard. I was about to scrounge a “vitamin v” from my play bag to split with him, when he stopped me and said he had something better. Seems he kept Caverject in his hidden supply area and though I’d only done it once before and was frankly wary of needles near my pride and joy, I let him shoot both our cocks with a shot and soon we both were sporting major solid wood. We sixty-nined our dicks, and then dove for the holes – he with as much enthusiasm for rimming a hairy hole as me! We took turns sucking, rimming and fucking each other, and passing around both of our pipes. He got on his radio for a bit and found another trucker in one of the other trucks who wanted to join us for a bit and shortly we had a third climbing into the rig and up to our perch… a big hairy bear of a man with a bit of belly, a big fat long cock, a heavy Boston accent, and a horny mind. He puffed up too and Tom gave him the cock shot, and soon he was happily switching back and forth from my hairy hole to Tom’s. He didn’t get fucked, but he was clean, so we each rimmed him while the other was being topped, and he was thrilled to be able to fuck both of us bareback – something he didn’t get to do too often. After dumping two loads, he took his leave of us, and we went back to pleasuring each other. I checked with my buds and sure enough they were on their way home from the train station and told us to head over, excited that I had managed to score a trucker to play with us. Tom pulled the rig back onto the highway, got off the next exit and got back on headed south. We passed the rest area where we met and continued to the next exit and headed for the diner. He locked his rig up in the rear of the diner lot where there were a couple of other trucks, and climbed into my car. Ten minutes later we pulled into the long hidden driveway of my buddies home and discovered my two pals – one a white bearish daddy, the other a younger tall lean Hispanic guy – along with their tenant Bobby who was another bear type, a hot trim Black guy and as usual, a twink who was already flying. Clothes flew, and we all headed to the hot tub outside, and proceeded to party, fuck, fist, suck, rim, double fuck and more until it was time for me to head out. My Hispanic bud promised to bring Tom back to his truck when they were done, and I headed home pleased that I had FINALLY had sex in a big rig!

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.

I believe that if you have to ask what to get or where to place it, you're not ready for a tattoo. you can always do it later when you're sure, but you can't undo someone else's bad judgment on your skin.

Hehe - thx mate. Well.... when I said I would retire.... I said it out of shock. I thought about continue in a new thread the same story (Part 1) again, the way it was written by me. But then again.... this could happen over and over again.... Rogue - you got a nice butt by the way.

I made my way back upstairs, wet between my buttocks, as the cum dripped out of me. On the top floor there is a water sports room with a bed, a fuck bench in the middle of the room and a big, walk-in wet area for piss fun. Entering the room, I found the usual trolls and piss addicts lurking in the shadows so I made my way to the wet area and sat down on the cold, damp tiles and waited. Before long, several of the ghouls moved in on me, eager to degrade me as I sat patiently looking up at them. Two men stepped in and stood over me, each holding his cock towards my face. There was a pause, a moment of quiet anticipation, and then streams of piss arced out and over my body, gushing down my belly and over my cock, which stiffened in response to the warmth of the piss. I couldn't resist, and leaned forward to gulp some down as it splashed over my face. Finally, they finished and left me drenched in urine and hard as a rock. I stood and stepped into the room. Several guys were wanking and looking at a chubby old man who lay face down over the fuck bench. He was holding his fat cheeks apart and I could see his brown hole was glistening with lube. I stepped up behind him and probed his hole with my cock. He gasped and pulled himself open, inviting my piss-drenched cock to fuck him. Sliding into his slack, old hole I set a steady thrust pattern, enjoying his slack bottom against my belly. The trolls moved in, eagerly feeling under my arse for my cock going into the old man. Someone pulled my head round and kissed me with a probing tongue as other hands guided my bottom back and forth encouraging me to breed the old slut. I couldn't last long, and started to shake as the cum rising in my balls. The man kissing me sensed my urgency and clamped his mouth on mine as I shuddered and shot a heavy load into the eager bottom, thrusting and thrusting until my balls were empty. The man who had been kissing me stopped, and assisted me in standing, smiling as he watched my slime-covered cock pop out of the now dripping arsehole of the bottom. I was absolutely exhausted, and found myself both grateful and helpless as the man led me to a mattress, pushed me face down, and mounted me. Bodies flanked us, urging him on as he fucked my hole, the mattress damp wet with the smell of piss, sweat and cum. I shuddered in ecstasy.....

First time poster, long time reader. I'm 39, African-American male. Im about 6'1", general bald head with a gotee/ beard. Depending on your label I'm in bear/ thick group. I guess Prince Fielder body type. As for equipment 6" cut. I've had many a bottom remark about how thick I am, without being compared to a beer can. I'm also on PreP. I'm also versatile. Last night visited the local bathhouse. Fucked 3 bttms and tried to bttm too. Was the sexy bland head short, dark skin,Latin otter. He plays safe, so he put the condom on me. Then went down on me.( I was surprised, he normal only puts the condom on when we fuck.) I still managed to get hard. Which isn't difficult considering how cute he is. After about 5 mins, he climbed on top of me ,lubed his ass, took a sniff of poppers, and implied himself on me. Sadly the position didn't workout. So we stopped and reposition to doggy. This work better as I got much deeper into him. He moaned and groan as I fucked him, all the while he was watch us in the mirror. I leaned forward and wrapped my arm around his neck. Laying into him more till we were laying in on the bed. Sweat dripping from me as I kissed the back of his neck. Eventually we shifted and slide out of him. He then ask for a break. We'd like been at it about 15-20 minute. He once again tried to climb on top and ride me, but had to stop. Patting about how big I was. He need a cigarette after what we had done. Also Latino , but light skinned. I've fucked him before several times. I figure I'd at least get a nice blow job from him, as I have had in the past. I enter his room and lay down on the bed. He climbs into my lap and begins to blow me. It feel great, and I lean back to enjoy. He grabs my balls and give a firm but gentle squeeze of them. Pulling downward slightly. I figure he want to know when they'll release my load or at least delay them. Soon he stop and asked, " do you want to fuck?" I nod and get up as he ask gets doggy. I have to force my bare spit cover cock into his tight ass. I hear him groan as I start. He quickly pulls away, gasping for a second to adjust. Which I give him. One think I've learned about fucking this guy in the past is that he has a tight hole and good muscle control. Quickly the spit wears out. I pull out and use the coconut oil lube I have. Back in, and sliding easier. He flexes his hole continuously. All the time silently groaning as I fuck his hole. Maybe 5-10 minute later I can feel some like I'm going to unload. It slows to build, and I start to feel my cock release some small spurts. Which lube his hole more, as I fuck him more. Then I really feel it hit me and now come the serious release. I pound into harder and faster. Groaning loudly as I do. Still trying to keep fucking is hole, trying not lost my hardon and enjoy the feeling. Eventually I stop, and we pause as he flexes his muscles to release me, but keep my load in him. Is a dark skinned southeast Asian bear, ( undetectable) We played several time before. Flipfuck ing each other. The last time we played we were at it 2 hours, with me roping most of the time. Tonight he was in the mood to top, and I was good to bttm. But for some reason it wasn't happening. As he tried to get hard he started blowing me. Again it was get, and I was hard. He then apologized and couldn't figure out why he was having difficult. I wave my hard cock in the air and said maybe it's because the last one you were the bttm. Maybe your body is think in want to in the position since played last time. He thought for a moment. Then said let's try it. A little lube and I was in, and he was moaning like does when I've fucked him. We quickly stop as he hadn't plan to bttm, and need to cleanup. After a quick clean up, we were at it again. Which soon end with my second load of the night, filling a hot hole.

On vacation in Oakland/Bay Area, arrived yesterday. Went out last night to Bench&Bar. Had a good time (but no sex) with a hot black man after my friend took off. Went home, went to sleep. Got rudely woken up this morning by my friend's partner with, "Want some dick? My friend's got a big one and want some ass." I told him to give me a minute to get cleaned up. His friend turned out to be some hot black twenty something with a great bod and an 11 inch uc dick, easily 6 around. He had no problems getting hard fast. I turned around and he starts pushing in. No problems whatsoever. That Vaseline made it glide in nice. Soon he's thrusting away like a champ, me, moaning in pleasure. After about 30 minutes of exploring every inch of the bed, he pushes that dick in as far as it will go and we both start moaning- me because he's in the second hole, him because he was shooting about 9 squirts of load into my ass. I clean his dick once he pulls out, cummy all around his foreskin, a little tinge of pink. California is good. Now back to sleep, lol or search for more dick.

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.

So there I was, stark bollock naked sucking on David’s nice cock, it truly was a beautiful knob about 7.5 inches, thick, as I sucked I ran my tongue over the veiny surface eliciting words of encouragement from him, as well as ‘tick tock’ I sucked using every ‘trick’ I had, swirling my tongue, deep suction, everything, I was nervous, I had been fucked plenty of times but not by anything like him, I had tears in my eyes as I worked looking up at him as he smirked “my cock looks great in your gob boy but it will look better up your bum” and always as the minutes counted down, “tick tock 12 minutes left”, my jaws ached but I kept sucking, something in me drove me on as I knew if David fucked me it would be it would hurt, his cock seemed to grow even thicker in my mouth as he rested his hand on my head helping me to bob it up and down on his cock “seven minutes left boyo, sweet I wonder if you’ll do it?”, I held his balls, so big they barely fitted in my hands as I frantically sucked him, and all the time those words over and over again counting down “tick tock five minutes”, then “tick tock three minutes”, and then he grunted “one minute boy, that’s all you have before I get to rape your boy hole”, I sucked harder, I was literally sucking as if my life depended on it but I did not achieve my aim as his final words rang in my head as he pushed my face off his cock “tick tock, times up, now its fucking time”, I teared up, I know I did “I can do it” but he simply smiled in a cruel sarcastic way “nope son times up” I knelt on the sofa, my arse was bright red, he’d not lied about beating me, I’d been spanked so hard that I had tears and snot running down my face, as he’d dragged me over his knee I’d struggled but with that first stinging swat on my big round arse I was shocked and then with every slap of his hand on my bum I became more and more submissive under his control until I just laid over his knees my body shaking with as spank landed on my arse. Back to kneeling on the sofa, one of his big hands rested on the small of my back just above my arse, I dared not move as he shaved my arse and crack with a cut throat razor “if you move boy you’ll get cut”, the cold steel of the blade felt strangely soothing on my hot burning bum as he effectively removed my last remnants of ‘manliness’ away, he was whistling as he shaved me, a song I can’t remember but it was surreal as it was almost as if he was doing a household task rather than shaving a lads arse at least 20 years his junior. His voice had a mix of desire and pure mocking as he cleaned the shaving foam off my arse “sweet, lovely smooth boy bum, just right for Daddy”, desperately I pleaded over my shoulder with him “please let me try again, I can suck you off”, he actually sneered at me as he massaged my hard cock and balls “nope baby boy, my sweet little cub you made a deal and you lost”. He slapped my bottom again, hitting the already red raw tender flesh “so my boy you going to give it up or do I have to rape you?”, my shoulders sagged I did not want to get raped and though I was terrified my own cock was hard in his other hand as he gently massaged it, I was still looking over my shoulder, my green eyes meeting his steel blue ones, I whimpered “please don’t rape me”, he rubbed my bottom and spat on my hole “as you asked so nicely there’s some lube” I shuddered and shook my head “please Daddy, that’s not enough”, I’d called him daddy without even thinking, he smiled at me “I like you calling me Daddy”, I bit my lip looking at him “I like calling you Daddy but”, he slapped my arse making me cry out “but what son?”, I was crying, deep heart felt sobs as he rubbed his fingers up and down my crack, rubbing and feeling my hole which despite my best intentions was yearning for him to fill me, “I need more lube than that, please”, one of his fingers poked at and penetrated me pretty roughly making me yelp as he immediately started to finger fuck me “no you don’t son, and as your Daddy I know best”, and then he sniggered “I may booty bump you if you ask nicely son”, again my naivety came to the surface, showing him how inexperienced in some things I was and as he fingered me and wanked me at the same time I groaned “what’s a booty bump?”. The smile on his face reminded me somewhat of the ‘joker’ from batman “well I’ll tell you what son, I’ll show you then its time for part two of the 15 minute game”, I croaked “part two??”

He raised his eyebrows “did you just cum” I felt so stupid nodding, he grinned and put his arm round my back pulling me close to him and whispering in my ear “sweet” before he bit it “so 15 minute game son?” my body felt like jelly as if my bones had disintegrated and I leant against him “what is it?”, he held me close to him as he hailed a taxi, don’t you worry son, you’ll learn soon enough” The cab ride to his house was surreal, he did not care about the driver, and I found out on that ride that rape is not always about cock, it’s possible for a man to rape your mouth with his tongue and have you do things so fast that your mind is twenty steps behind your body. I found myself in his house, we kissed, and then he put out lines of coke on the table telling me to ‘sniff them up like a good puppy’, the coke was hitting me hard, my head muddled and then my t-shirt was off followed by my jeans, socks and boots, he grabbed me holding me against his powerful bulk as he assaulted my mouth with his tongue again as he roughly groped my hard cock and arse thru my cum soaked briefs, he pulled his mouth away from mine leaving me panting for air as he smiled ripping my briefs off me “so here is the game Robbie boy”, naively I looked round me looking for a play station or something (I know dumb) “what game?”, he grabbed my hand and rubbed it up and down what was a serious piece of meat down his trouser leg “its simple boy, you suck me, and if you make me cum within 15 minutes then I won’t beat and rape your arse till it bleeds” I groaned, the coke was fuddling in my head as I slipped onto my knees my face rubbing onto his crotch, he shoved a bottle of poppers under my nose that sent me into a spin, I still remember his words “breathe through your nose boy”, my head was spinning and them my focus came back as I watched him undo his trousers letting them fall to the floor, his cock was big, not enormous like in many stories but larger than mine, thick too, the end glistened with a glob of precum, I looked up at him as he smirked, “you can leave now or suck, 15 minutes starts at first lick”, even in my coked and poppered mind I sensed I should leave but his cock was so beautiful, I leant forward and licked the jap eye on it, he laughed sitting down pulling me with him my mouth on his cock, I looked up at him, my mouth engulfing his cock as he looked at his watch and then laid back sighing “atta boy, ticky tock the mouse ran up the clock”

Father’s day surprise Daniel at 19 years old, 5’10” tall with sandy brown hair and green eyes, athletic, smart and what most would consider very good looking, he was a son that would make any dad proud. He had done drama productions in the fall and played baseball in the spring, throughout his high school years, girls and guys would swoon when he entered a room, and he seemed inseparable from his best friend and partner in crime, Mike I’m Eric, believe it or not I’m only 35, with a hot 19year old son who now lives with me, doing the math, I was 16 when Daniel was born, a near virginal birth, you see I never had sex as a youth, unless you count masturbation. That pissed off my girlfriend (beard) at the time, as she was always trying to get me to do her, but she just didn’t get a rise from me. She somehow managed to steal my semen and impregnate herself. Karen was a bitchy cheerleader and wanted my baby, after all, I was captain of the football team, straight “A” student taking AP classes, 6’1 150# dishwater blonde hair and the ultimate catch for her. She managed to make it through the semester then disappeared during the summer returning with an adorable baby boy in the fall, DNA test proved Daniel to be of my linage, which bolstered my reputation, one which I did not deserve, I might add, and made me even more popular, and allowing me to stay in the closet. I experimented a little in gay sex in college, determining I really liked guys but I still refused to come out, preferring casual hook ups, always safe, and occasional fuck buds, usually in other towns as I traveled a lot after college getting my business up and running. When Daniel was 10, Karen sent him to live with me, as she could no longer handle his behavior, or the pranks that he and Mike would pull. I had built up a successful business by then and could give Daniel a good home life, whereas Karen had fallen in with the wrong crowd and I suspect CPS was soon to intervene anyway. Having this precocious little 10 year old put a cramp in my sex life but I loved him, and was willing to sacrifice my pleasures to make sure he was taken care of. Although I did manage to find hookups when Daniel was in school, and when he would spend the night over at Mike’s and when I would go away on business trips the local baths played host to my sexual desires, and there was always the internet. At 13 Daniel came to me and confessed he liked boys more than girls. We had a chat about it and he promised me he would abstain from physical sexual contact till he meet the right guy or 18 which ever came first, I chuckled at that and we were happy to know he felt comfortable with his sexual identity. Mike and Daniel were neighbors and classmates from third grade on, Mike’s parents moving to my side of town when he was around 10, our town being a small rural community it didn’t change what schools either r boy attended and they remained stuck like glue, though I had to reel them in on the pranks to maintain their good citizenship in the community. They both went out for the same plays and sports teams, Mike seemed to be over at our place as much as he was at his own. Mike was a hot stud just like Daniel at 6’2”175# of solid muscle, he too was 19 and athletic and smart. This story started with Mike about a year ago when he asked me to help him plan a birthday party for Daniel’s 18th birthday, what I didn’t know at the time was his plans for what would become the birthday party then the lockdown birthday bash. The party was scheduled just a couple weeks into the fall semester of the local community college, guest started arriving around 4:30 a mixed crowd of late teen guys and gals, we mingled for a couple hours had appetizers and beverages appropriate for the age range had cake and sang happy birthday to Daniel, opened a few presents then the crowd started to thin, I noticed it was mostly hot guys sticking around, and a few late arrivals, I told Danny and Mike I was bushed and headed up to my room, I could still hear the small remaining crowd downstairs as I relaxed on my bed slowly drifting into a sleepy nap. I had stripped to a tank top and basketball shorts commando as usual as I lay on top of the covers drifting in and out. About a half hour later I felt a weight get on the bed then a pair of hands wraparound me, a pair of lips met mine and began kissing me, my cock began stiffening as a second pair reached under the flimsy material and began stroking my cock. As I opened my eyes to find Mike kissing me, a pair of lips engulfed my throbbing penis, I glanced down to see Daniel with half my cock in his mouth, working it expertly, Mike continued to work my nipples beneath the tank before lifting it over my head as Daniel pulled my shorts down so he could have better access to the jewel that produced him. I looked around and the perimeter of the room was filled with hot young men, bare ass naked watching my boy and his best friend seduce me, many were wanking, others were making out. Daniel began licking my balls and his finger found my manhole and began caressing it, Mike worked down my chest past my nipples realigning his body so I was face to face with his junk I had never even entertained the idea of having sex with my son, his friends maybe, but I thought I had kept that pretty much to myself and the internet porn I watched and here I was presented with the opportunity to suck my sons best friend while he worked my cock and hole. While his friends watched was kinky in my mind, Daniel was beginning to rim my hole as Mike started sucking my cock, it felt like I was dreaming as the over stimulation of my neither regions took over my rational thought. Daniel and mike started making out around my now rigid cock, the Mike scooted up and presented his cock for me to suck as Daniel straddled my torso lowering himself down onto my cock “Daddy you told me to save myself for the right guy, so both Mike and I want you to take our cherries tonight in front of all these witnesses” With that he pressed his virgin ass down onto my cock, taking in my fat mushroom head, his eyes bulged out at the initial shock of pain and tears formed at the corners, he lifted off my cock as a drop of precum dribbled out, I grabbed some lube from the nightstand and handed it to Daniel who applied it to his hole then slid back onto my cock, stretching him wider as he took another inch into his boycunt. He slowly edged himself down my 9 inch shaft, impaling himself on his father’s rock hard cock. I was deep throating Mike as Daniel began riding my cock, I was meeting his downward slides with an upward thrust, fucking into my son as deep as I could go. After about a half hour I blasted my load into my son’s raw hole, somewhat of a first for me as I almost always played safe. Daniel whispered in my ear ”Dad, now that you’ve bred me, can you breed my boyfriend?” With that he pulled off of me and Mike slid down my still hardened phallus. Daniel bending over to let Mike rim his cummy ass. The evening progressed from there to an all-out orgy, the others in the room moving in to join in on the sex. I must have took at least a half dozen loads that night and my boy took just as many, along with his best friend/boyfriend. The others started getting dressed and drifting away around 3 in the morning as my son and Mike cuddled up to me, no longer a need to hide my sexual activities from Daniel, since it was evident that he and Mike would becoming a staple in my activities. I had almost always played safe up until that night with the boys, the exceptions generally with regular fuck buds who I knew to be neg. at the time. While I fantasied about hot bare sex, I was just too scared to take the risk. That all changed after Daniel’s 18th birthday party/orgy, call me a convert but I realized I liked feeling raw cock in my ass as well as sliding my bare tool in some hot stud. I soon set up accounts on BBRT and other bareback sites and soon found I had developed a kinky side, somehow finding my way to breeding zone. It took about six months or so and I started fantasizing about chasing the bug and stopped asking status of the guys I hooked up with, while Daniel and Mike were away. Mike moved in to Daniels room about two months after his birthday party and they would routinely end up sleeping in my bed, with many mornings waking to find them taking turns on my rod as I lay in that state between sleep and being awake, vying to see who could end up with my seed. Not sure but I think they would hack into my computer and spy on dear old dad and his proclivities. Over the next year while they attended community college we would throw sex parties and we would all end up filled with cum. I got to know some of their close friends biblically and almost never ran out of young bucks to fuck and fill with my baby batter, or take their young meat into my holes. One such party was last night, Saturday before Father’s day, it started out as a barbecue with some friends on the deck and soon I was deeply impaled on my son’s cock, followed by Mike’s impressive tool, then about five of their friends filled me up, before allowing me to slide into a hot new blonde twink boy, that they had just met a few weeks ago at school. He was tight, claimed he mostly topped, which I can understand with a 10 inch cock hanging between his legs, he was a moaner when getting plowed and quite vocal when plowing a hole, I think I even heard him proclaim “Take my dirty seed” to one hot red head he was plowing. That just got my juices flowing faster as I pounded his boycunt. I later learned he was just 18 and just a freshmen at the local university. I fucked him for a good 10 minutes before I felt that familiar tingle in my balls and soon filled his guts with my seed, clenching my ass cheeks tightly together to keep my own loads from leaking out. As I blasted his hole I started to remember he was one of the guys who had filled me earlier, I blasted a couple more squirts before pulling out and he swung around and cleaned off my tool then kissed me passionately, winking back as he walked away, later that evening as the boys cuddled with me under the stars, they asked if I had, had fun, I replied yes, and as the final guest left we all cuddled into bed. I awoke late and wandered down to the kitchen, a note was on the table which read "Hey, Dad. Mike and I are heading to the lake for some fun. Feel free to come out and join us. We’ll be at the north beach area. You know where. BTW, Happy Father’s day." Clipped to the note were two pieces of paper, HIV test slips, both about nine months old, one with Danny’s results, and one with Mike's results. Both were poz.

Junior Year This takes place during my third year in college. I guess I should tell you a little about myself first……. My name is Joey, I am nerd standing 5’9”, weighing 130 pounds, with brown hair, hazel eyes and a small dick, well, small in my mind. It’s just shy of 7” but I’ve always thought of it as small. I graduated high school when I was 15 years old. When I went to college my mother wouldn’t let me live in the dorms saying I was “too young”. Right before my third year I was a month shy of my 18th birthday the dorm manager assured my mother he would pair me with a good roommate so I wouldn’t get into trouble. That’s when I met Caleb. He was also a sophomore, 20 years old. He towered over me at 6’2”, but only outweighed me by about 10-15 pounds. He was a stick compared to me but he had a big dick. I saw him hard once and I swore it looked like it was nearly a foot long….actually he told me it was just over 8” during one of our late night bullshit sessions. He was like a big brother who looked out for me. Caleb introduced me to his two best friends who lived next to us in the dorm. They were Jeff and Mark. The four of us hung out a lot so when Caleb suggested that we get a hotel room to celebrate my birthday. Jeff said he knew of a few girls they could invite over including a freshman who was my age that was easy. I was so ready to be 18 and (from the talk) lose my virginity. My birthday was on Tuesday of the week and we were getting the room on Thursday sine we had Friday off for some faculty day and Monday off for some state holiday. On Tuesday the guys on the floor surprised me with a cake, but Caleb told me that the real party was going to be Thursday night. Over the next couple days I did my best to concentrate on school. After my last class on Thursday Caleb and I headed over to the hotel to get the room. It was decent hotel and the room was nice. I was surprised that we got a room with just a king size bed. Caleb explained that we got the room with one bed since a room with 2 queen beds was too much. Caleb and I got comfortable as we waited for Jeff and Mark to arrive with the girls. Caleb had the habit of relaxing in just a pair of mesh basketball short with nothing under them. To be cool I started to do the same since I could tell most every guy in the door seemed to do the same. We watched TV as we waited for the others to arrive. Jeff and Mark walked into the room alone. Caleb asked where the girls were and Jeff told us that they were supposed to be coming over later. As we continued to watch TV Jeff and Mark got ‘comfortable’ and I got my first look at them without clothes as they stripped down and slipped on mesh basketball shorts. Jeff was a little shorter then Caleb, maybe 6’, but weighed more since he was muscular, he probably weighed 160-170. Mark was about my height and weight. I noticed their dicks seemed to be close to what I had so maybe I didn’t have a small dick. After an hour Jeff tried to reach the girls to find out that they had made other plans. So Caleb said we were going to turn my birthday party into a stag party. I had heard about stag partied before and knew that they could be wild. I am not sure where it came from but all of a sudden there was a porn playing on the TV. It had a young guy built kind of like me with some hot babe getting his dick sucked. The guys started talking about sex, getting laid and blown and I had nothing to really contribute. As we were watching the porn a strange glass pipe appeared and the guys started to light a torch under the end producing a white smoke. Each guy took his turn and when it got to me I wasn’t sure what to do. Caleb told me it would help relax me and make the night more fun. I trusted Caleb and with his help I took my first hit. They guys cheered me on encouraged me to take a second then a third hit before I passed it to the next guy. The pipe went around several times but every time I got it the guys got me to take an extra hit (or two). Caleb leaned in and asked how I liked the Tina was making me feel. I let him know that I really liked the stuff we were smoking. While Caleb and I talked the others were putting more into the pipe. I looked at the video to suddenly see a second guy in the scene. They were taking turns on the babe as the guys began to talk shit with each other. Caleb told us that we now he’s got the biggest cock of all of us. Mark challenged him and somehow Jeff and I got dragged into this challenge. The deal was, the guy with the longest dick would be declared the winner. Jeff chimed in and asked what he would win when it was seen that he had the biggest cock? As the guys argued my eyes were fixed on the porn. The babe had left leaving the two guys horny with each other. Next I saw the two guys in the porn start to kiss and suck in 69. As my attention was focused on the porn I was asked if I was in. Not knowing it I said yes then hear one of the guys say, “then it’s settled, the guy with the biggest cock gets sucked by the others.” Huh? Did I just agree to suck the winner’s dick? I knew I wasn’t the biggest, but guess I agreed to the bet. From somewhere one of the guys pulled out a ruler and we each pulled down our shorts and each guy stroked his dick to get hard. For some reason I couldn’t get hard even though I felt incredibly horny. The guys continued to smoke as this went on and, of course, I was hitting the pipe more than the rest, but now without encouragement from the group. From the looks of things Caleb was so far the biggest, but I couldn’t get hard to measure. Caleb was declared the winner especially since I couldn’t get hard. Caleb waved his 8” cock around asking who would be the first to suck his cock. Jeff and Mark said the guy with the smallest should go first. As I watched the action on the screen I was offered the pipe before I took my turn sucking Caleb. After a couple good size hits I opened my mouth to begin I was told the rest of the bet. Caleb said as we all agreed the first round is one minute sucking, second round 2 minutes 3 round 3 minutes and so on until I cum. The guy sucking my cock when I cum must swallow my cum and then becomes the slam bitch. Not really knowing how to suck a dick I figured I won’t be eating Caleb’s load, but as we got into round 3 then 4 I think I was getting better at it as I would get Caleb moaning and telling me what a good job I was doing. When the others were taking their turn sucking Caleb’s dick the rest of us were smoking and I was watching the porn where this one guy was getting fucked by another guy with couple more standing around. It was my turn again and we were up to 6 minutes. I took a couple big hits off the pipe (4 actually) and began working on Caleb again. I’m not really sure how long I had been sucking Caleb. He was running his hand through my hair, making me feel good about what I was doing when he suddenly grabbed my head and I felt him begin to fire his load into my mouth. The guys just looked at me with lust in their eyes as Caleb recovered from his orgasm. Jeff just said, “on the bed slam bitch!”

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

My husband and I were recently on vacation. Now, I am usually all top, but hey, it was vacation, right? My husband considers himself a top as well, but the past five years or so, well, I just don't like getting fucked like I used to. We are both early 50's. When traveling, we have a history of going out to a bath house or sauna, but with the advent of so many meet-up apps, it seems some places are sparsely used nowadays, so we planned our own scenario to have fun while we were there. Usually I am the pig wanting to go to theses places, while he is usually somewhat uptight, so having a game plan was smart. On this particular trip our plan was as follows: I would get the cabin, stripped, face down on the bed. He'd cruise by, see me ass up, come in, fuck me 'anonymously', and then leave. He'd get to fuck my ass, which I am never into like I used to be. I'd get off on role playing, a situation I have read about on here a million times. We paid our money, renting a room and a locker. He took the locker while I found the room and stripped down. We met-up in the shower to rinse off and then together checked-out 'the lay of the land'. There were a few hallways of cabins, a sauna, a steam room, a porn room, and a dark room type area with maze-like partitions set up, some of which had glory holes. As far as the 'crowd' - there were three older dudes stroking their softies in the porn room, only one of whom looked up when we poked in our heads. In the halls we passed a little dude, maybe late 30's, shaved head, furry chest. He has an ass for days and was just the kind of man I liked most to fuck. My dick jumped hard and fast when he passed, a smirk on his lips. I thought to myself that I'd fix that smirk when he is stuffed with my big cock! But we have a plan . . . We pass a dark haired, 30 something muscle boy with a porn star bulge under his towel. He blows past us without a glance like we are not even there. No surprise, but thanks for the eye candy. A lot of the cabin doors are closed. One is open with a hot older guy with absolutely no body fat in there. He's set the place up with all his things 'just so' . . . like he's there every day. The whole situation has me leaking like crazy. The smell. The men. The noises coming from unspecified places. We decide to get right to our plan. My spouse goes off to wait a few. I go back to the cabin. I hang up my towel, work a lubed finger up my hole just to ease things along, then open the door and lie face down on the bed, ass up towards the door and head in the tiny pillow like thing. And I wait . . . like two minutes of course. I sense my husband's presence at the door, by either his warmth or his breathing, I don't know which. I am keeping my head down not looking because that's part of the fun. The door squeaks and I hear it latch closed. Hell yes! I squeeze my eyes tight and imagine this fantasy of having a completely anonymous stranger coming to fuck my ass. He's on the bed behind me. I flex my ass. He has one of my ass cheeks in his hand. With his other he fingers my hole. I'm surprised he doesn't lick it. He loves to, but I have never been a fan of having my ass eaten. After so long together, my preferences are natural to him. So I am up on my knees, like he prefers, with my face down in the pillow. I feel his dick at my hole. Teasing me. Getting me psyched. Smearing his pre cum on it. Fuck! It has been a long time since I took a dick, and in this position it won't be easy. I try to relax my ass. I think of the roleplay - me face down, taking raw anon dick in a bath house. Breathe deep. It slips in. Aw fuck. That's the hard part. Now slowly pushing pushing, I feel it sliding into me. Oh fuck it has been so long that it feels enormous. My husband has a perfectly fine cock, average size and length. This time though I am thinking of a banana. Smaller at the tip, with a wide swelling at the middle. His body touches mine, and I know he is all the way in. Damn, I feel so full. He's into it too. It's like I can feel his precum lubing a slippery spot deep inside me. He slowly works it out some. And back in again. Back out. Back in. I can feel it getting slicker inside. He pulls out slow all the way, and then teases it again spreading precum on the outside. He must be very turned on by this too - my husband rarely precums like this! I'm crazy turned on too. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to imagine it is anyone . . anyone but him. Getting lost in the thought, I focus on the feeling of the dick sliding in and out of me. I think of having a stranger's dick inside my body. I imagine this perfect banana-shaped cock sliding in and out of my hole, which is relaxed finally but still tight from lack of use. He builds up a rhythm long dicking me and holding my hips for leverage. I'm moaning low with each stroke and feeling like I have never before, as if he's driving deep enough to tease my 'second ring'. The image of having his dick head getting past that point inside me, and squirting his load up there has me beyond excited. I have never cum without touching myself. Unlike my husband, I am a huge precummer. How much precum must be hanging off my throbbing hard dick? I ache for the feel of the slimy pool I know is there under me. I know I could cum that way, into the mattress. Like he reads my mind, he pushes me down, off my knees, flat onto the bed. UNF his dick is so damn deep inside me. The cold spot of slippery I made on the sheet feels great on my dick. No running now. I am caught between the bed and his thrusts. My arms are crossed over my head which is turned sideways, being face down. My eyes are still closed enjoying the feeling, and the fantasy. In repositioning, he stretches out my arms above me, his on top on them. Its like he's pinning me down. Holding my entire body. He smells like musk and sex, and feels unfamiliar, bigger, harder. I peek and eye open and there on top of my arm is his forearm . . . muscular . . . smooth . . . no hair at all . . . his hand clenched around my wrist . . . THAT'S NOT MY HUSBAND. I stare a second, unbelieving. HOLY FUCK WHO IS THIS? IT MUST BE THE MUSCLE BOY and me with his raw dick buried deep in my ass and moaning like a BITCH IN HEAT. FUCK! My mind is spinning. His breath is in my ear as he slides in and out and in and out. This isn't news to him. But my head is all "WHAT DO I DO? WHAT DO I DO?!!" DO I push him off? Do I ask him to stop? Will it piss him off? I am thinking of these things swirling around my head in a maelstrom of thoughts mixed up with feeling his body on mine. Smelling his ever so slight underarm funk, picturing his ACTUAL banana shaped dick inside me. HOLY FUCK I really should stop this! I realize I am pushing back with my ass. It's like I'm using my ass walls to stroke him off. It's like something inside of me wants his cum and it wants it DEEP, deep inside the second ring which he is, in fact piercing. OH man He's breathing hard into my neck and I start feeling the pulse. His dick twitching in my ass. I feel the hot. I feel the wet. I feel it deep. Too late now. Fuck fuck fuck this muscle dude STRANGER is ejaculating his thirty-something nutt inside my gut. With his tiny post fuck softening movements inside me I can feel the load churning. His whole body un-tenses. He pulls out deliberately. I stay face down, and breathe out a huge sigh. Damn. I don't know if I came came or if that's all precum under me. He's out the door in a flash. Not a word. I've made a mess between me and the mattress, and my dick is hard to touch. FUCK! Where's my husband?! I jump up, wrap a towel around. My dick is softening fast and in a semi-chub state looks just like one getting hard. I go off looking. There he is, at the entrance to the still-deserted sex maze. "Where the hell have you been?!" he asks angrily. "I've been waiting almost twenty minutes and forgot which cabin was ours." I fibbed to him - the muscle god had stepped in our cabin, closed the door, and tried to blow me. My spouse knows I dislike getting blown because I have a big dick and most guys try to choke on it. So my spouse understood why I tried, and was mollified thinking I did not have a good time. Turns out he'd gone to his locker to wait a few minutes before finding me as per our 'plan', and he'd gotten distracted checking his email! Asked if he wanted to pick up where we left off, he said no, the mood was gone. "Let's just split asap, " he said. So I went back to the cabin FUCK reeking of the recent sex. My big messy spot on the sheets showed me that I did not just dream what happened. That and the big muscle god load in my ass. Aw fuck I can clench and feel it, his babies inside me. No time to clean or eliminate because the spouse really wants to get out of here. I get dressed and plan to carry it around the rest of our day sightseeing.

So I met a guy via a sordid Craigslist hookup a few months ago -- I'm neg and a top, he's a poz/undetectable bottom on meds, both in our late twenties. He was honest from the start about being poz, I was horny enough not to care that night. The sex was off the charts, and we actually liked each other, too. Now we've been dating proper for two and a half months, with the sex remaining every bit as great or better, and have never used condoms, and I'm thinking I want to stick around for a while. I'm curious if anyone else on the forum is in a mixed-status relationship? Any advice? Did you ever convert? (My position on HIV as a neg guy is that I'd prefer to avoid it, but I've been barebacking for more than six years now and I don't see myself stopping anytime soon, so it may be what it may be). Just wanted to see if anyone else has been in this boat, has any experiences to share, etc. We've started to hint about maybe opening up the relationship a bit, fucking other guys together, and I'm wondering what our approach to safe sex / HIV status will be in that situation. My chances of getting infected expand greatly if we do that, most likely, so I'm a little torn.

Going to Berlin soon just wondering where can I get some pins over there but besides Lab, any good suggestions of a fun leather fetish sex clubs/bars? Thx a lot!!! Xxx

I went to buy milk the other day and there was a guy waiting right outside the door to my building. When I was coming back about 15 minutes later he was still standing there. The building had a problem with break ins recently so I asked if he was waiting for someone. He showed me his phone, a photo on grindr of a guy I know doesn't live in the building (only five apartments, I know the residents). I tell him the guy doesn't live here and we stand in silence for a minute. He grabs my ass and says "you look nice". He's an older guy, bear build but looks not so hairy., rub my hand over his crotch and he feels big enough so I invited him up. The second he's through the door he's got his cock out and he's pressing my head down. Not so big but pretty thick, big loose balls. Starts talking dirty, calling me a whore for daddy. Get him on my couch and he lowers me on to him, no mention of a condom. Get into it pretty quickly and ride a big load out of him. He fingers my sloppy hole for a few minutes then leaves Never hijacked a grindr hook up before but I'm glad I did

Probably catch hell, but I think this entire thread needs to be done away with. It only stereo-types and helps racism. Just my opinion. Anyone thinking a different color means something is wrong. I have had them all and find no real difference whatsoever. Close your eyes or wear a blindfold and you CANNOT tell the difference at all.

Great story. I take it that was Basement? It's so true - everyone wants to rubber up then once one guy is seen bb'ing it seems to start a trend. It's almost as if no-one dares to bb until they see it then it's acceptable. I've had exactly the same experience in the darkroom there - rubber after rubber then, as soon as some bare fun starts, that's all that's happening in there. I took ten raw loads there in one afternoon a while back. Have you tried the glory holes there? When you have a loaded hole, and you're squatting down ready for cock to come through a hole, the ventilation system causes a rush of cool air across your exposed hole, which is, after it has seen some use, a lovely sensation. Oh, and I had the same experience as you. After I had taken the ten loads, while I knew the loads were up there, the next day nothing escaped as all the cum had been absorbed.

Scorpion...your stories are very potent-much like your main characters are I agree with just about everyone on here. (I'm with Scorpion Rogue...you have a nice ass!) Don't let some jerk-let's face it-despite his intentions-what he did was assholish-stop you from what you do really well. I have no problem reading your stories so it's not your English. Lots of stories on here aren't perfect English. In fact, most aren't. If an editor DID offer to change the story, I would pull him aside and tell him: "that won't be necessary. Now that your time is freed, you're going to poz my neg ass!" Keep it going Scorpion! *See, English is my main language. See how many errors are in this post?!?*

one thing that I learned years ago from being an adult in a college town is that some of those boys know how to fuck, but they don't know how to leave. they haven't learned it yet, and you have to teach them. quickly. the polite way to phrase it is 'we both know this isn't working, neither of us are getting what we need. we're both grown men, and we both realize it's over.' then you watch him pack his stuff. buy him a bus ticket back to his hometown, block him on all social media, delete him from your phone and change the locks on your doors.

There have been no warnings issued for the beaches. I was at Sebastian Beach 3 X this week... water was gorgeous, green flags were out. I think the problem is isolated to an area in Miami.

You let your desire for this 18 year old cloud your judgment. An unemployed 18 year old can't do anything for me except fuck me and head on back out the door. If it's good sex, I'll give him some cash. After you extract yourself from this situation, take a moment and reflect on what you did to get yourself into this situation. And then learn from that. Figure out what you really want. What are your deal breakers? For me, he must work, have good hygiene, be respectful, not clingy and not abuse any substances. By the way, a good and fast way to learn all you need to know about a person is to go on a 1 week vacation with them. There's really no hiding who you really are. You see how the person handles money, unfamiliar situations, how they eat, who is blowing up their phone etc. I swear by this.

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...

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.”

The right top fucking me can make me cum with out me touching my cock. I try to avoid it. I like to be a total bottom pig for a long time then find a cute hole to pump my cum into

I totally agree. I've only recently started turning safe fucks down - that feeling of his cum fucked into me is irreplaceable - and the jizzjoy I feel for an hour afterwards (which I totally believe is a real thing by the way) is also an essential part of the satisfaction of a good fuck. So yeah, I'll be turning down rubbers always now.

I rarely cum when getting banged. I only sometimes get hard. But after a bunch of dudes have let loose in me I like dropping load in another dudes mouth or fukhole. Or even stroking off with another load taker

Predators and prey (Part 5) Michael wouldn’t stay hard for long. His new ‘lover’ started squeezing the balls of the little one quite hard. He felt his victim struggle beneath him, but he wasn’t able to free himself. The older stud was around 50. While stuck into the twink he pulled his shirt off and revealed a wide hairy chest. “You like feeling my cock you greedy whore?” he asked Mike. Since Michael was fucked into his mouth he couldn’t reply anything. The only sound he made was a choking one. He grunted quite a lot. “Yeah… you like being treated like the bitch you are” the fucker exclaimed. His legs were raised again and rested next to his chest. Neatly folded to his upper body he got plowed very hard. “Tighten’ up…. get your slut ass tighter for my cock” the guy demanded. And although Michael was barely understanding the words, because it was such an overload to his system, he did the right thing and tried to give the invading cock a good massage. The guy fucking the boys face enjoyed also the vibration caused by Michael’s moaning. “I am going to unload… whore. Swallow my dirty cum” the mouth fucker almost shouted. Immediately Michael was making gulping sounds. It was almost like he was drowning in cum. The guy pushed his dick deep into Michael’s throat and gushed right into his gullet. “Good boy….. good boy” he moaned again and again. The moment he withdrew his dick from Michael’s throat, the sweet lad coughed some of the sperm up. The guy was kneeling right above Mike’s head, with his leaking dick resting on the guy’s forehead. “You did a good job” he patted Michael’s cheek breathlessly. The other guy was finally able to focus on the boys eyes. He started fucking him more roughly. “Do you feel me bitch?” he asked Michael who focused on the rapist now. The stallion slapped Mike’s face a few times, after letting go of one leg, to get more of the boy’s attention. He made a fist and wanted to punch the twinks face. “No!” one of the co-guys, who were pinning the poor youngster down said loudly and he caught the guys fist. “Don’t damage the merchandise. We all want to fuck him and enjoy his innocent looks” he insisted. “You can beat him to a pulp later, when we all had a go…..” The fucker nodded. He understood and so he held both knees again and split the boy real good, while battering his hole mercilessly. “Feel me” he growled. “Fell my cock tearing you up, you little tramp!” The two guys nodded approvingly, after realizing the guys cock was colored with deep red streaks. “Destroy his hole” guys whispered from the outside. “Work on his nipples” he encouraged the two guys assisting him on the mattress. “Pinch them hard, I want to feel his ass cramp” Both guys smirked viciously and started torturing Michael’s nipples. They twisted it hard and pinched it brutally. The almost pulled so hard, that the nipples got ripped off. Mike started screaming and while he screamed his head off he gave the dick up his cunt a class a dick massage. Without a warning the fat cock in Michael’s ass spew toxic load into his ass. While his cock was twitching inside the boy he hit Mike’s face hard again. “Oh man. You were the best fuck ever – I never produced so much cum for anyone else” he complimented the boy beneath him. “Don’t go away later…. I will beat you up and show you what pain is….” he whispered. Then he withdrew his dick and watched his semen leaking out of Michael’s fucked up hole. He left the mattress without any other comment. The two guys raised and started undressing their jeans. While they watched down at the helpless boy they grinned wickedly. They were like wolves surrounding their victim. “Now you are going to feel real pain. We will shred your ass to pieces you dirty slut” they told him. “Let’s fill your cunt with two dicks…. “

Two weeks ago I got a hotel room to have a night away from the roommates. First thing I did was jump on Grindr. I found who was in town for the night that wanted to get off. Fast forward an hour I have the lights down and am bent over my bed in a jockstrap and blindfolded as he walks into my room. Right away he goes tongue first into my hole. Spreading my ass cheeks so he can push his scruffy face farther and his tongue deeper into me. His spit was dripping from my hole down to malls balls, with one last big spit he pulled away and unzipped his pants pulling out his hard cock and sliding it against my eager ass. "It's been a long time since I've had a bitch as eager as you." He whispered into my ear with his deep voice teasing the head of his cock against my sphincter. He was oozing his precum all through my crack "how badly do you want my load dripping from that ass of yours?" His hand came up my chest to my neck, pulled my bare back against his clothes chest as he applied pressure to my throat. "You want me to use you like the whore you are?" I could feel his head slowly sliding into me as a chocked gasp came out. "You like it? I could be gentle if you want." He continued slowly sliding just his head in and out of my hole. "But it's not about you now." He then bent me over and rammed his cock into me as hard as he could as a surge of pain shot through my body that was quickly replaced by the pleasure of his hard cock impaling deeper into my hole. Each thrust was more violent then the last. Through my own heavy breathing and moans I could feel his breathing increase. "You ready to take this load?" "Yessir" I responded. "Good here it comes" with a grunt I could feel his body tense "that's it bitch take that load in you." He kept saying as his thrusting slowed and he pulled out of my hole. "Get on you knees here." He ordered pulling me off the bed to be at his knees then smacked his wet dick against my face "clean it up." I took his cum soaked cock into my mouth and licked every last bit of the left over cum. He took my face in his hand and spit on me "You're the best little cunt I've had in a long time." With that he zipped up his pants and left

Through a glory hole. Lubed up, spread my cheeks and pushed em up against the hole. I heard the door open and close in the next booth and almost instantly I felt a cock push against my rim in me. In about 10 thrusts he bred me deep. I kept his cum inside me as I pulled up my pants and went to a bar next door and I'm now having a beer.

Love this. The office sex remind me of the ManAtPlay vids (although those are not bareback). There is something about suited guys fucking their brains out that turns me on. Plus a dose of outdoors and hotel sex. Yum!

I am a bisexual guy who has a hunger for cock and as much as I try I cannot help but give into my urges every so often. Due to my job I visit various businesses with my newspaper, one such venue was a gay sex shop in Spain which was owned by a cute Italian. I had visited the shop twice before but had done nothing about my urges, but last week the sun was out and my arse was twitching, so I decided to venture to the shop with a plan in my mind. I arrived and was treated like a long lost friend, being given a welcoming kiss and a coffee. After some small talk I brought up the subject of cock rings and played dumb saying I had never worn one and so I would welcome the proprietor's advice. He greeted my remarks with a smile, gesturing for me to go upstairs where, he quietly remarked, he would help fit me - just to make sure it was perfect. My plan was working and I was so nervous, my heart pounding in my chest and cock straining against my shorts. Once upstairs he opened the cabinet to reveal rings from silicone to steel. "I like the steel one," I remarked. "I need to see your cock to make a suggestion," he noted, so I unzipped my cock, presenting myself for his examination. "We'll need a big one!" he all but gasped, and handing me the biggest one he had in stock. I struggled to put it on, and then he said "Balls first, then head of the cock and then the shaft." I was fumbling so much he grabbed my cock and helped me. Once fitted my cock started to grow and he smiled in approval. We looked at each other and that was the moment for which I was looking: I grabbed his cock and found he was wearing a cute leather ring. I sank to my knees and deep throated his generous seven inch cock. After I had gotten him fuly erect, he withdrew from my mouth, fell to his knees, and sucked me. He was an excellent cock sucker. As he worked my tool, I worked my arse with a couple of fingers and plenty of spit. In between snogging the face of each other and trading blow jobs, my crotch and ass crack were quite wet. I moved his hands to my arse and put his finger against my hole. He gasped asking "Have you have lubed?" "No," I replied, "just spit and natural juices." With that I bent over saying simply "Fuck me." "Should I get a condom?" he asked. I shook my head, commenting "I want your seed deep in my hole. Make me your bitch." He smiled and, without another word, slid in nice and deep. Initially he fucked me slowly, gradually picking up his pace, and adding increasing muscle to each thrust. After a minute or so he withdrew and gestured that I should bend over the balcony, saying the position would aid him in fucking me properly. I positioned myself as he directed, which enabled me to look down on the open door of the sex shop below. The knowledge that anyone walking in who chanced to look-up only enhanced the experience. He started to fuck me nice and hard, pulling out and plunging straight back in. He also played with my cock, keeping me on the edge as he plunged in balls deep, working his way to completion. It felt so right and I was more than happy in the knowledge I would soon be bred. The unmistakable tightening of my hole, the twitch of his balls and the tightening of his grasp of my waist tight, presumably so I couldn't escape, told me he was seconds away from release. "I'm coming," he gasped, "where do you want it?" "Where do you think?" With that he moaned, exploding inside my arse. God, I was so horny. I shot through the balcony onto the floor of the shop below. We both collapsed and afterwards cleaned up. I smiled, thinking my plan had worked quite well. As I left we exchanged numbers as we are planning a threesome with his boyfriend, at which time I will be bred by two gorgeous cocks. What a lovely day in Torremolinos that was.

If I've been fucked in a 1-1 hookup, I like to go to bed and keep his cum in me, too. Usually, some leakage by the time I wake up. If it's a group fucking or gang bang, I like the last Top to pound my hole and to plow all the other guys cumloads as deep up my cunt as he can. Keep it as long as I can, but without a butt plug, it inevitably oozes out. It's incredibly erotic knowing I've got men's seed in me, AND it's hot feeling it dribble down my leg. Keeps me horned up and looking for more cum.

Cum farts are fucking hot. As a bottom I love it when my hole is full of air and cum after a rough fuck and I can't stop myself from farting and pushing that cum out. Also love it when another bottoms farts loads out of his hole in to my mouth!

I've been to Manifest numerous times, but it's the only one so far. Sometimes it's crowded and good, sometimes it's not so crowded. Sometimes it's crowded, but lots of guys looking for Prince Chockingly Big Dick, but not much action due to the picky players. The sling is in an open area, but it's nearly pitch dark where it's hung. You can't see who's about to slide in you, and they can't see who owns the hole they are about to seed. I used the word seed delibrately since hardly anyone uses condoms. If you are in the mindset for mindless fucks, you should climb on in the sling and get lubed up. There always seems to be a few guys looking for that kind of play. The few times I've walked up and laid my cock against a hungry hole it had already been well used and the lube that was dripping from it wasn't from a squeeze packet or a bottle. It was from a tube...a human tube. Not that there'sanything wrong with that. I enjoy the dark areas because I really don't care much about the guy that's got a hard cock, it's all about the cock to me. The person attached is just a necessary support device for a hard dick. If you're looking for love, look elsewhere. If you are looking for a large quantity of dick, it can be the right place. It's best to be a verbal bottom if you want the most action. Seems we have a hard time resisting a guy begging for a fuck.

hehe nice touch

fucking hot =)

This story has me completely boned up and wishing they were doing me and my fb.

instant poz boner here :-)

HOT!!! Very well written and delivers a boner!

Confidence and good persuasive skills always help