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(Sorry for any mistake, english is not my first language) I don't know exactly how to start this story. I was a total safe sex devoted boy. Everytime a cock entered my ass, it was with a rubber. By then, I never really enjoyed it, and I didnt know why. The few times I had sex, it was unpleasant. Now I know exactly why. Raw sex is the natural way to fuck and I learned it the best way. One night I was horny as hell, so I searched for a top online. I found one who was exactly my tipe. Kind of muscular, hairy, in his 40s. I have a thing for daddies and this one fit perfectly. At first things were going fine, but then he told me if I liked it bareback. I said no, only safe. He then showed me a pic of his massive cock and said "Not even by this?". I was astonished, my breath got slower by the impression. It was a perfect cock, very hard, maybe 9" with a well rounded shaft and meaty balls. I immeaditely wanted to lick it, to put it in my mouth. "Wow, thats huge" I said. "Do you like it boy?" I really wanted that massive dick in my ass, but I couldnt do it raw. "Yes, that would really destroy my hole! But sorry, I have to say no, I only do safe..." He at first seemed dissapointed. He said he wanted to breed my ass and fill it with DNA. I was getting uncomfortable and said no way. He clearly was a barebacker and that made me nervous. He then said "Fine, we can do it safe, but you bring the condom. I never buy one" That scared me and just said "Sorry, this is not what Im looking for..." and left the site. I was still horny as hell. That image of his cock made my hole burn. Good thing I had a dildo to calm the itch, but moments later it grew faster and faster and the dildo did nothing. I needed a cock. I needed his cock. He accepted to use a condom so why I did say no? I missed a good opportunity for my fears. Maybe he was still online and I could still get his cock. Lucky enough, he was online. "Hi, you there?" "Yes boy, did you make your mind up?" "Yes I want that cock up my ass, Ill bring the condom" "Fine, I want to fuck you good, you wont regret it" That made my hole twitch. He gave me his address. It was not far. I showered and douched quickly, I wanted everything to be clean. I then left and got there in a moment. He opened the door and I was stunned. He was truly a daddy. "Come in boy". I entered as he reached my ass, outside my pants. He was not shy at all. I smiled and he pointed me to the couch. There was some porn put on the TV. A big close up of an ass being impaled by a big cock. "Lets have a drink" He said and poured a glass for both of us. We drank and talked for a while about little things. The safe sex came up. "So you never did bareback?" "No, I always do it safe. Here is the condom by the way" He reached for it and put it in his pocket. "Well you dont know what you miss haha. But I can do it your way, no problem" He said as he smiled and I smiled back. We reached the point where drinks kicked in and we were horny. He said he wanted to fuck me good and open my hole. My ass was getting hungry. "Please do it" I said and he unzipped. That perfect cock showed up. Erect, fully hard. "You can kiss it, dont be shy" He said as he grabbed my neck softly. I then went down. I kissed it first. His skin was wet and his cock smelled damn good. I grabbed it with my hand. I couldnt believe it, that huge cock was gonna enter in my mouth. The moment came and that thing invaded my mouth. It tasted amazing. I started blowing him and jerking him. I kissed his balls and licked them. He then started fucking my mouth as it was a hole. It was amazing. I didnt want to let go of his cock, it felt so good. We continued for some time, and then he separated his cock from my mouth. He grabbed my ass. "I want the other hole" Said as he looked into my eyes. My hole then burnt with desire. "Yes, please fuck it" As I looked to him. He then pointed me to his bedroom. He again had a TV with porn in there. This time the porn was more hardcore. Some dude was getting loads from a room full of guys. I looked it dazed while I was getting naked. He was getting naked too, and his cock still rock hard while he took of his pants and underwear. He then reached my hole and start rubbing him while I was looking the TV. When I looked to him, he had a little bottle in his other hand and he gave it to me. "What's this?" "Dont worry. It will relax your hole and my cock will enter more easily" "Where is the condom?" "It's here" He showed it to me as he put it on the bedside table. "Take a good sniff and we'll enjoy more. Trust me" I did it while looking at the TV and he was still rubbing my hole and stroking his cock at the same time. I felt a rush instantly. I got a a little dizzy but high at the same time. That made me hornier as he was now fingering my hole. I kissed him and grabbed his cock and stroked him. He then put me on the bed, ass towards him, fully exposed. "You are gonna love this, boy" He then kissed my hole and it felt so good. I moaned as he opened the hole with his tongue. He ate it so good I couldnt resist it. I grabbed the sheets and let him work that hole. "Good boy, open for me" Said and he then went again to the hole. He licked it good and I was in heaven. After a few minutes of ass eating, he gave me the bottle again. I took another sniff. Another rush and I felt hornier. My eyes were almost rolling while he was working my hole with his tongue. He then went to the bed and lied down and told me to suck his cock. I obeyed instantly and put in my mouth. As that amazing shaft entered my face it felt so good. I started sucking and drooling over his tool. He was looking pleased and that was making me enjoy more. He then told me to put my ass on his face and we did a 69, with him eating my ass and I swallowing his cock. In that position I was facing the TV. The bottom was receiving a good pounding from another top. His ass made sloppy noises as the cock rammed his hole. I noticed something strange. That cock looked very familiar to me. Then the angle changed and I understood why. The top who was fucking the bottom now was my top! He was there fucking that bottom bareback and mixing those loads inside him. The bottom seemed in extreme pleasure as my top pounded his hole. I still had that cock in my mouth and never let it go, still sucking it up and down. It was rock hard and I was enjoying it. I still watched the movie as he ate my hole. My ass was really open, he could easily put his tongue in. And I still sucked his cock not ever once let it get out, I wanted it inside my mouth. As my top pumped faster in the movie I followed his rythm, sucking up and down faster. I was amazed as he tore that hole apart, and somehow seeing the cock on my mouth on another ass, made me so horny. He then said he was going to cum, spilled a string of semen on the bottom's hole and shoved deep in his rectum. He grunted and said "Good boy" as the bottom moaned. The bottom then got up and went for his cock and put it entirely on his mouth, sucking every inch. It was the first time I saw someone sucking his ass juices from a cock and I was astonished. It got me really horny. And in that moment both of us, had the same cock in our mouths. But he was just fucked and I still had my hole itching like hell. I felt envy for that bottom. I needed that cock in my ass. I wanted to be that bottom. "Please fuck me" I said as the bottom on the TV was now being fucked by another top "Do you want it boy?" "Yes please I want it" He then bent me on the bed, with my ass towards the TV. He then reached the bedside table, looking for the rubber, I thought. But he instead took the bottle and gave it to me. "Take a hit" "Dont forget the condom" I reminded him "Dont worry" He said, as he put himself behind me. "I just wanna feel this hole" He then rubbed his cock again my asslips. It felt so amazing. I took a hit off the bottle meanwhile. I felt the rush again and my hole got more relaxed. As he rubbed his shaft on my hole, it felt a little wet. It was precum from his cock. It felt so good as he pressed agaisnt my ass. My asslips were kissing his head and my back arched from the pleasure. I then remembered the scene from the movie, that cock destroying that hole and I was burning inside with anticipacion. I needed that pounding. His head entered a bit on the hole and my breath got deeper. "Please dont forget the condom" "Its fine, dont worry" He said as he pressed agaisnt my hole. His head was now inside and it felt like heaven. I had his cock in my ass and it felt like everything made sense somehow. He started to pump a little trying to shove it in. I looked back and said "Please put on the condom" as he was pressing more "Do u want me to stop now boy?" he said as he looked into my eyes Then my thought processing stopped for a moment. The only thought crossing my mind was how good felt his cock on my ass. "No, dont stop please. I want it" I said without almost even realizing "Good boy" He said as he took the signal and started pressing harder while I let it go and started to press back my ass to him desperate to have it all. He slowly shoved, and made his shaft go trought my entire insides. I felt his head rubbing my rectum and It felt so nice. Soon the entire cock was inside me. I still didnt believe it. How could I let it happen? But it felt better than everything I tried. Having his cock inside me felt natural and like I was somehow complete. I didnt want that cock to ever get out off me. He then started to pull out and it saddened me a little, but then the slide felt so good I wanted more. He started pumping, making his cock moving inside me. It hurted at bit at start, but I didnt want him to stop. I was in heaven. Then the pain started to fade away as he reached a good pace. At the moment he was fucking me good and his cock was pumping inside my ass walls, his balls slapping my taint. "This feels so good..." I said while I moaned "I told you everything was fine. You just needed to understand it" He said as he pulled out off my ass and reentered with a thrust. "Do you want me to put a condom now boy?" "No please!" I looked back and looked him with despair "Do you want my load boy? Do you want it deep inside you?" He said as he again pulled out and reentered. He had total control of my hole and I was loving it indeed. "Yes please, plant it deep, I need it!" "Good boy" He said as he pulled out and grabbed my neck. I felt surprised, I wanted to that cock again in my ass. He pressed my head agaisnt his cock, which have just stayed on my ass. "Suck it, show me you want it" At first I was confused, I never sucked a cock who entered my ass. "C'mon you know you want it, dont you want to be a good boy like the one I bred on that movie?" I felt surprised, he knew I was watching that scene. But he was right, I wanted to be like that hole he destroyed in that movie. I wanted to show him I was a good boy and have his cock in me again. I needed his load deep inside me. "Yes, I want to be a good boy" I said and instantly I sucked his cock. It was rock hard. I went up and down on his dick and drooled over it. "There you are, show me you want it boy" I savoured the mix of ass juices and precum as I blowed him and it tasted amazing. I was surprised, I wanted more. I needed him to shove in my ass and let me taste it again. "I want more please" as I sucked him "Do you want me to paint your insides white?" "Yes, please" I responded quickly to make him put his cock in my ass again "Hahaha dont worry boy. No way you are leaving without my DNA in your ass. In fact it was my intention from the very beginning" He said as he pumped again. He reached the envelope of the condom and gave it to me. It was opened and the condom was missing. "I threw it away the very first moment you gave it to me. No way Im gonna fuck some ass without breeding it. Dont you feel freed? Dont you feel like you are doing what you born for?" I was surprised. But it made sense somehow. He was totally right. How someone in his right mind wanna avoid this? How to stop something so natural and so right? "It makes sense" I could say a moment I pulled his cock out of my mouth "This feels so right" "I just helped you understand that you were in a mistake. You are a hole to fuck boy. A hole to plant seed. Do you think I did wrong?" The thought of him throwing away my will to teach me the truth and taking charge of my holes was turning me on like crazy. He liberated me with his wisdom throught his cock, and made me do what I was intended for in life, taking raw cock and seed. He helped me a lot. I was truly grateful to him. "No, you did good. Thank you for showing me Im a just a hole for cock. You teached me the right way. You helped me" I said before I sucked with more empashis to show him I was thankful for all he had done to me. "Dont worry boy. You just needed someone to teach your holes are to be used. You dont own them, only the one who use them does." I nodded and smiled "Please use my holes" "So who's the owner of your ass and mouth? Who decides what to do with them?" He said as he greened "You, they are yours to use. Please put your cock in them and show me what I was made for" "Good boy. They are my property, dont forget" He said as he thrusted with strenght on my mouth, and then flipped me and made me stay on four on the bed. He went on top of me and he pressed his cock agaisnt my hole. It entered easily and I felt complete again. I moaned as he pumped. It felt so good. He was right. In that moment he owned my holes and it felt so nice to have a real man take property of them. It was I was born for. To let the men use them, decide what to do with them, and shove their cocks in them. I had no right on them, only the men who fucked them had. It felt so right by then, I realized how wrong was before, thinking I have a tell on my holes and demanding someone to put a rubber on. But thanks to him I saw the truth. I was so thankful to him for destroying my holes and making me understand my role in life. As I was really turned on by this thought, he kept fucking me and ramming his cock on my hole. He sometimes changed holes and let me taste my ass on him. "Are you gratful boy I let you taste your ass?" He was slowly teaching me how lucky I was by having him using my holes. And it was true. I was honored I could have him inside me and have his DNA. I was honored by him when he decided I had to suck his cock right from my ass. I felt in heaven. I felt complete. Everything made sense then. And I was really turned on by all these thoughts of me honored by him for using me and make me complete with his cock. "Yes, you are so nice to me, thank you" I said as I slurped "From now on boy you will call me Sir, cause Im the owner of your holes. And everytime someone is breeding you, you should show him respect for letting you have the honor of being used. Dont forget" "No, Sir. I wont forget. Im really grateful to you for teaching me. Thanks for helping me understand my position" "Good boy" He said as he went again onto my ass After a few moments of fucking and teaching me my role in this world of serving men, he then used my ass harder. He pumped faster. He was about to cum. That really anticipated moment was coming and I couldnt believe it. I was about to recieve his precious seed. To have it deep inside me. I couldnt believe how lucky I was to have his DNA flooding my rectum. I was getting really anxious as he fastened the pace. He then grabbed my ass and spasmed as he unloaded in me. "Deep. Inside" He said as he pressed his cock firmly again my ass and let his seed fill me. "Thank you, Sir" I said as I feel blessed for having my ass really opened and flooded. It was truly heaven. I was so thankful to him for teaching me the raw sex and making me understand how natural it is, I feel honored to have his load inside me. My first load. He pulled out and my ass made a plop sound. "It seems your ass really wanted it hahaha" "Yes, Sir. I really needed it" I said as I looked back and smiled "Dont worry boy, now you are you going to be used a lot. Just let everyone knows your holes are theirs to use. And mine, of course. Now Im gonna fuck you everytime I need a hole to plant seed, ok?" He said as he sit and his cock softened "Yes, Sir, thank you in advance. Just tell me when you wanna use them" "For now, clean my cock. Everytime someone breeds you, you will show respect to him putting his cock again in your mouth right from your ass. If you are lucky enough, he will let you clean it. And you are lucky today, it seems" "Yes, Sir! Im so lucky!" I said as I rushed to put his cock in my mouth. It tasted so nice directly from my hole. Ass juices and cum. I devoured his cock and swallowed every last drop of cum. "You love the taste of your ass dont you? So lets do something" He started rubbing my hole. "What, Sir?" "Push a little cum out. I want to feed you some and have my DNA in both holes. But dont push hard, I want most to stay inside your guts for you to absorb it" "Yes, Sir" I spread my cheeks with my hands and pushed. At first nothing came out. "Hahaha I planted it deep. Remember not to push so much tho" I smiled when he said his load was deep inside. I kept pushing and a little flow of cum came out. "Stop" He then took the cum on his fingers and put them in my mouth. I savoured them as I felt good for having him control my holes. It felt so natural and right. I then stayed the night cause he said he maybe would need me to discharge. I felt so thankful. He told me that he usually needed to breed ass twice a day, or even more. I wasnt even the first hole he fucked that day, he bred another boy. That turned me on. I was just another hole to use for him, another ass to breed and I was honored he chose me to empty his balls that time. He then went on telling me how I should use just a jockstrap to show only my hole and helping me get better at being used by him or another tops. It was truly a special night.

Hey guys.... I am back obviously. I posted this story already in The Hunt, but then I thought maybe it deserves title for itself. So, I hope you like the story... and I mean it.... 'Like' the story at the bottom, it's easier to continue the story line. The Hunt – A New Destination (Part 1) I helped Jason to his feet. He was shaking but kept on smiling at me. I ran my hand down his spine and after reaching his smooth butt I entered his hole with my fingers. He wasn’t exactly tight at this moment and I poked another finger deep into his opening. Slowly I withdrew them and led them to his mouth. “Lick them. Lap away the cum,” I instructed as I pushed my fingers into his mouth. For a second he seemed to be appalled, but then he looked into my eyes and he opened his mouth willingly sucking my fingers clean. I left the stall and Jason followed me back to the bar. Steven was still sitting there and watching the other cute guys talking to each other or french kissing openly. “Ah, finally back? From what I heard, you had a ball," he remarked, giving Jason an encouraging smile "Take a seat," I told Jason as I shoved him towards the floor. He looked confused but I kicked him in front of my seat and told him to rest his back against the bar and to face my crotch. “Give me a good massage, while I enjoy the evening with my pal,” I said. Jason didn’t hesitate and started kneading my jeans bulge. I spread my legs to give him a better opportunity to massage my poisonous spike. Steven was looking down at Jason and wished his would get the same treatment so I looked down to my puppy and ordered "Shift a little bit towards Steve's crotch." Jason looked at me but didn’t move his cunt closer to this good friend of mine and so I kicked him a bit to his side with my boots and told him to move his body more aggressively. He yelped a bit but understood the hint and so he was sitting merely between me and my mate massaging both of our crotches as Steven and I chatted. We were both getting hard again and I could read Steven’s mind, so I nodded at Jason, asking “You like the aftermath?” “Sure. I love how this insatiable slut works with his hands, although it would be hot if he would suck us here…. at the bar. No one is taking notice anyway, since we are at a dead end of the bar,” Steven remarked in an almost a chatty tone. “Yeah. Good idea. Jason, why don’t you suck on Steven’s cock again? Look how you made him hard with only with the magic of your hands,” I chuckled. Jason nodded and slithered right in front of Steven’s bulge and opened the buttons fast. I saw a slimy trail, leading to Jason’s new squatting position. He was still leaking toxic cum from his abused ass. I enjoyed watching Jason getting skull fucked while we were talking about the good old times. We ordered another round of drinks, but only for the two of us, of course. Jason certainly didn't mind as he was busy giving a blow job anyway, sucking Steven like a pro, manually jacking him off while his mouth engulfed first the head of his cock and swallowed the whole dick. He made cute choking sounds but no one was paying attention to the three of us. I opened my jeans again and pulled myself out, grunting "Here, Jason, give my cock a massage with your right hand while you blow Steven." Jason immediately complied, stroking my dick to full hardness, without pausing in sucking Steven’s cock, who commented “You were right. He truly is something special,” giving me an approving smile "Yeah, he truly is,” I replied and looked at Jason, who was sucking non-stop. Steven, meanwhile, appeared to be getting close to blowing his load as he had taken hold of Jason's head, and was now thrusting upwards into his mouth, his own eyes looking dazed and his breath ragged. “Let him finish the job. He is eager to learn. Right?,” I asked Jason who smiled at me, his mouth full of Steven's dick. I thought he looked absolutely adorable. Steven managed a laugh, with which I joined wholeheartedly as Jason worked his magic, intent of drawing Steven's load out of his balls. All the way he didn't neglect to stroke my dick, even if he was concentrated on giving a great blow job to Steven. He clearly knew his duty to satisfy me. Steven and I attempted a couple more comments, but I could tell his mind was elsewhere, particularly when Steven’s face finally froze, his mouth gaped wide in pleasure, and his eyes closed. Within seconds Jason began moaning, and simultaneously gulping Steven's seed. “Not a drop. Don’t waste any of my precious cum. Swallow it all,” Steven panted. "Clean off Steven's cock," I instructed Jason, "make sure you clean his head thoroughly. I want it every drop of cum cleaned off." Steven relaxed visibly as he praised Jason, saying “Good job, boy…. good job.“ Now, although Steven had emptied his balls into Jason’s gullet, he was still hard, mostly because Jason continued stroking his dick. “Sorry guys, that was great, but I really need to take a piss now,” and with that Steven reached to close his jeans. “Why don’t you take your piss here?” I asked. "What?" "We got Jason here. I am sure he wouldn’t mind being our toilet. Would you?” and with that the ball was in Jason’s court. Jason initially looked utterly shocked. I knew he had never before tasted piss, and that doing so wasn't high on his list. Steven gazed at me and I looked at Jason. “Listen punk,” I advised, “When I tell you to drink our piss, then your response should be to ask which hose you should emptly first. Now, get your fucking lips on my buddy's cock and start drinking." With that I gave him a punch to the chest which earned a yelp. "Oh, and don't spill any," I added. “Hey don’t worry pup...,” Steven began. Jason's face lit up, seeing a possible ray of hope that he would get out of a difficult position, but not so, as Steven continued "...I'll piss slowly so you'll be able to swallow it down without spilling choking. Just make sure to seal your lips around my cockhead and concentrate in swallowing, mouthful after mouthful." With that, Steven grinned and taking a good grip on Jason’s hair, pulled his face towards his crotch. In the next minute or so, Steven maintained an even conversation with me, and to be honest, I wouldn’t have known he was pissing into Jason, if the little one wasn't occasionally moaning and gulping down Steven's piss. In the meanwhile I quickly buttoned-up myself, and shifted my chair, taking care to shield the scene from prying eyes. I wanted to give my friend some privacy while he was emptying his piss slowly into Jason’s belly, and I had the feeling we might well be kicked out of the bar if management knew we were using Jason as a human toilet - in public, no less. From time to time Jason withdrew his mouth from the cock, but never lost a drop. He just needed time to breathe and to wipe away the tears from his face. Steven generously allowed him several seconds each time Jason gestured for a respite, but Steven never the less still had to piss, so it was perhaps as much as seven minutes before Jason swallowed the last of Steven's piss. I'd like to think Jason had swallowed at least a liter of dark, aromatic piss. “Now it is my turn. Shield me,” I asked of Steven. We switched places. Now I was in the seat of power over the young guy. “Without hands…. see?” I asked, crossing my arms behind my head, enjoying the action. Jason sighed sadly but wasn’t complaining anymore. He reopened my jeans again and got a grip of my still hard cock. His mouth engulfed my cock head and I almost started immediately to splash out my stinking piss into his unwilling mouth. I shot my piss into Jason's gullet, in waves of high speed. Jason still made the gulping sounds, but he didn’t moan desperately anymore. It occurred to me he was a quick learner and I resolved to help him learn his lessons, step by step. By the time I was finished, Steven was completely aroused by Jason’s humiliation, and the proof of the arousal was seen in the large bulge in his leather jeans. I looked at Steven and gestured to Jason, suggesting "Why not take him into the stalls - if you need to release another shot into this slut.” “No,” Jason squeaked, daring to disagree with my suggestion. “What?” It was almost like I wasn’t hearing right. “What’s the matter with you now, you dirty poz slut? I think you really want to make me mad, you cock ditch.” “No…. it is just” Jason signaled me to come closer and so I did. “It is because I don’t want to endanger him.” he said softly. “He said he was safe and since I accepted poz cum today I am scared I could infect you or Steven. But for that, I would gladly accept him.” he added and tried to sound enthusiastically. Steven and I laughed out loud. “Silly cumdump.” I explained lovingly. “That isn't possible. Don't you know, that only cunts get infected? Studs like Steven and me are not capable of catching the bug – that’s a fact!” Obviously I was lying to Jason. “Really?” Jason asked us quizzically. “Yeah,” Steven chimed in, groping his bulge, and hauling Jason to his feet. He clearly wanted to shoot another poz load desperately into Jason's hole. “Yeah,” I insisted, suggesting "I think we should encourage Jason to accept any stud without the fear of converting him." “So let’s go…. let’s go!” Steven urged. “Poz him up good,” I whispered to my mate and I told him he should repeat the trick with the used condoms again. "Well, anyway, I'm out of lube," Steven replied quietly, a grin crossing his face as he directed Jason into the stalls again. When he was out of hearing range, Steven announced to the bar, "Guys, there's another fuck event in the stalls for a newly bred poz cunt." The other twinks assembled gasped in astonishment as seven or so studs left their seats or tables to follow the doomed guy into the darkroom area, seeing a prime opportunity to shoot more of their toxic loads into the handsome young guy. This was just the beginning for Jason’s new destination.

Children, castration and snuff... What is wrong with fucking a republican?

Just hooked up with a guy in a public bathroom beside the beach. When I was blowing him another hot daddy came in. Watched us while he pissed, jacked himself for a few minutes then left. Once I got the guys load and left I saw the daddy on the beach with his wife and kids, would have loved to take his load too

Was in DC this weekend and went out with friends to Secrets then Crew Club after. Was my second time at Crew, the one time I was too scared to do anything. Well got a room and my friend bred me and went wild from there on. I got fucked in the sauna by a guy with a huge 11+ cock who bred me, as well as took a few loads in the slings. I left with 9 loads in my hole leaking out. Got back to my hotel room and had a guy over who fisted and bred me again. Then I chatted on grindr and found three bottoms who I bred. Loved every minute of it.

Dadson yet gay intergenerational is the hottest. Not only because I have always found dads being better looking comparing to young cutie boys pudding male flesh. Dads attitude & behaviour usually are ways hotter & naughtier being open to much more actions. Honest, straight forward & open minded yet more like me One thing though that is true for dadson as for all actions, videos or photos. Daddy & boy are the models but what makes it really how they will fuck & what thing(s) they will do. Someone saying he's into dadson is a bit like saying he likes sex, it doesn't give any precision on what he likes them to do yet the actions he's into. I usually like it rough but I will have any action if the dad is hot Many years web works has showed me there many twinky boys looking for dads

Bill slid his dick out of me and I grunted a bit – I didn’t think I’d ever had my hole used like this, and I was usually pretty generous with lube and had never gone skin-on-skin before. Spit and cum weren't providing the slickness needed by any stretch, 'though I also hadn’t felt so completely and incredibly fucked in my life – Bill wasn’t lying when he said the freedom was incredible. I was still shaking. Bill smiled at me, saying “Come on, it's time to go untie the little slut.” He rose completely unselfconsciously, his dick still semi-hard, a drip of cum dropping onto the wood floor. I moved slower, and more awkwardly – his load was deep in my hole, and I had to clench my ass to keep it from running out. I followed him back to the master bedroom, where, upon arrival, we found Andrew laying on his back, resting beside Mark, who was bound. Andrew had obviously just fucked Mark. Through the open door to the ensuite, I could hear the shower going. I stood quietly while Bill untied Mark’s legs and hands, then undid the gag and slid the blindfold off the young man. Mark blinked, as though he was waking up from a long dream. When he stood up, he was limping and bowlegged, and cum leaked down his legs. I noticed his ass was bright red, which made me wonder if someone had been spanking him. My dick twitched a little at the thought. I felt a kind of low-level of jealousy and was surprise when Bill wrapped his arms around Mark, giving Mark’s ear a quick nibble before murmuring “You’re a good little slut. You make sure to tell me any other fantasies you’ve got, and I’ll make 'em happen, okay?” Mark nodded, blushing a deep red, “Thank you,” he said, in a weak voice. Bill slapped Mark’s ass. “There’s an empty bedroom down the hall. I’m sure someone will tuck you in later,” he said. On the bed, eyes still closed, Andrew snickered as Mark took the hint and left the room. Bill looked at me. I felt my whole body heat up the way his eyes roamed up and down me. “You should hop in the shower, get ready for bed,” he said, and he winked at me. He nodded through the door to the ensuite. Then he looked at Andrew, gave him a friendly shove to the shoulder, suggesting “And you, go tell Tim he did a good job. And do whatever else comes natural.” Andrew grinned, opened his eyes, and got up. I walked nervously into the ensuite. The shower curtain was drawn, and clouds of steam were filling the small bathroom. I swallowed, listening to the sound of someone obviously cleaning up behind the white curtain. I bit my lip, and looked back out into the bedroom. Bill was watching me. He nodded again. I moved into the bathroom and pulled on the curtain enough to step into the tub. Mac was under the hot stream of water, and he turned when he realized I was behind him. The water darkened the hair all over his body. “Well if it isn’t the boy with the delicious ass who showed no gratitude.” He reached down and stroked his dick – he was semi-hard, uncut, and had low, hanging balls covered with that wet dark hair. I licked my lips, and felt that wild freedom again. Bill was right. I could do whatever the fuck I wanted. He’d sent me into the shower to clean up, but I couldn’t help but think I owed Mac some gratitude for his incredible tonguing. I slid to my knees under the hot spray, and swallowed Mac’s dick, in the process, relaxing my ass – finally – and felt the hot cum leaking out from my pucker as I started to suck on the man’s cock. Mac grunted, rubbing his hands through my hair, getting it wet, “Yeah,” he said, “That’s a good start.” I sucked on his cock, then, once he was hard, I moved onto his balls and sucked them. He let me set the course for a few moments, then positioned my head where he wanted it, and pushed his dick back into my mouth for a while longer. I grunted eagerly, sucking on his cock and gripping his thighs tightly in my hands. “Yeah,” Mac said, his gravelly voice echoing in the shower, “Bill broke you in good, didn’t he?” I looked up at him, spray hitting my face, and moaned around his dick again. “Get up,” Mac said. “Turn around.” I obeyed, and he fucked me in the shower while I braced myself against the tile wall. It was a quick fuck, and we were both already so tired – and I was incredibly sore – but it felt good to have his dick inside me. I pushed back against his thrusts and he gripped my waist and growled as he rammed himself home. When he came, he ground himself hard against me, shaking my waist as though he was trying to make sure his cum ended up as deep as it could go. Then he pulled out, rinsed himself off again, and stepped out of the shower without a word. I cleaned up for a bit longer, paying attention to my sore and battered hole. I’d never been fucked by three guys in one night before, and never this rough and without lube – and then turned off the shower. The silence was notable. Once dried off I went back into the master bedroom. Bill was in the bed – there was a new blanket on it now, folded back. I climbed in beside him, and he nodded, kissing me deeply, his tongue filling my mouth. “Big Al said goodnight,” he said, pulling away. “Now get some rest. Robert and Andrew are spending the night and I promised them they could fuck my boy in the morning before they go.” My boy. I shivered, half delighted, half terrified. But then I pressed myself against Bill’s warm shoulder, and heard the words again. My boy. I fell asleep, exhausted, satisfied, and free.

A cheating fetish. I couldn't help this side of me. It wasn't me that cheated. I'd long since realized in my early 20s that I was never going to be the relationship type. Nothing got me hotter, harder, or hornier than making a guy cheat. Watching his eyes while he begged for me with his stupid boyfriend, husband, or whatever they call it was back home. I'm 38 years old 6'1 198 17% body fat. I'm the DILF at the gym you can't help eyeing. I wear muscle shirts to show off and i make the boys blush, gay or straight. Black hair crew cut full trim beard. Hairy legs some hairy chest, all masc, all man. But my real pride and joy. The thing that makes the boys go weak at the knees. I have a 9.2 in dick that is 6.1 inches in circumference uncut thick dripping dick. i love letting my fat monster cock just hang and work weeks on training cheating boys to worship and become addicted to it till the relationships they go back to and the relationships they have after the inevitable breakup will never compare. When I was 28 years old I tested positive for HIV. This opened my eyes to the world of domination: bringing cheating boys home now was not just home wrecking, it was a life changing experience that would follow each guy as a constant reminder that he had betrayed common sense, that he had submitted to me and virus. He was essentially nothing more than a begging cums slut who's nature controlled his destiny. For me, it wasn't just sex. It was a sadistic communion. Every secret meeting. The build up to the eventual fuck. and finally the night of repeated breeding till they had no doubt in their mind that when they limped away the late hours of the next day they were carrying the virus home with them forever. Ram and Joseph I found Ram and Joseph in the most benign place you could meet a young gay couple. Facebook. With the lists of boys who added me from the gym and next towns over asking for workout advice and sometimes more, these two sexy Latin boys appeared in the people you may know. It was Joseph's profile picture that attracted me. The two boys sitting side by side on the beach smiling. I added him, and then found Ram tag and added him as well. The boys were so perfect together. Joseph was 24 years old. 5'6. 160 lbs. He was a cute little smooth Latin stud. light tan skin. full lips. light brown hair. Ram was 28, very studly, 5'10 175 or so. Not as fit as his twinkish boyfriend but still so goddamn devourable, and my sights were set on him. I wanted to watch his eyes roll back in his skull as I filled him with poz cum. It turned out that Ram worked at the local mall and I suddenly discovered the need for some new clothing, so the very next day I dropped by the mall and took time eyeing the store from afar until I saw him, dressed smartly, wearing a cute hat and form fitting jeans. Now was time for the approach. Waiting to see him bent over a pile of clothes when I stood close behind him. "Can I get some help" I said slightly louder than necessary enjoying watching Ram jump. "Oh, hey man I'm sorry I didn't see you there." He couldn't help but look me over. the gay boy in him, that cock hunger that is in all gay boys like Ram and Joseph flickering behind his eyes. "Let me get someone to help you. " He said trying to regain some managerial composure. "No" I said bluntly. "No?" "Look I seen the kids you got working for you, they're great i'm sure. But you're the manager and you look like you actually have some style." He smiled sheepishly, even pathetically, at my half assed compliment. "Show me around," I proposed. "Sure man...sir." He said trying to regain his professionalism and overcome the obvious interest. "Honestly you already look like you are pretty good, but we'll see what we can get." He walked me around the store and I took my time trying on different things. and we got to talking. He was only the assistant manager (boring). He'd been trying to level up (boring). He was trying to go back to school (boring). He had plans for himself and his boyfriend (ding!) "You're gay?" I asked innocently "Yeah, but you knew that," he remarked, adding "you added us on facebook." "You recognized me?" I smiled to myself "A hot guy adds my boyfriend. Yeah, I'll pay attention," he replied. We were already near the dressing room and the moment was too opportune to pass up. I removed my shirt just before walking in. with the door still open I turned around and asked "So, you like what you see?" His eyes flickered up and down and his mouth hung just slightly open. He smiled, looked away and returned to look me up and down, finally responding "Cocky much?" "Only if the audience approves" I responded. He remained quiet for much of the rest of my visit trying to busy himself with other customers. I bought several things and left. Two weeks later, I returned to return some of my rusefully purchased merchandise, but during those two weeks I decided to go on a ripping season for my workout posting plenty of progress photos. Ram started testing the limits likeing, then adding playful comments, then finally he messaged me asking Can you offer me workout tips? I smiled when the message came in and replied What did you want to know? How in the hell can I look like you? Long and hard work son. You willing to put in the time? hahahaha! Yes sir Good boy. I'll drop by the store. I need to return a few things, I can bring you some stuff to help. I returned the items. Dropped off some supplements, we chatted about the gym and, if he ever wanted it, I offered some personal training at my home gym. Ram practically jumped at the idea, but there was hesitation in the back of his mind that revealed itself when he finally remarked "I love Joseph." "Your point?" "I just don't want there to be any confusion. I'm just trying to look better for him," he replied. I smiled and wrapped my arm around him saying "Rambo, stop worrying we're gonna have fun." And inside my jeans my dick jumped and drooled thinking of Ram's ass slowly opening up and begging for my raw load.

This is my first story (Sorry for my bad English) My name is Lars and I am a exchange student. I am 23 years old and I am Swedish and now live in New York City. I am a typical Scandinavian, 6,4 tall, 190 pounds of pure muscle, light blond and short hair, blue eyes. I know I am very handsome and everybody tells me that . I always get the most handsome guys . Maybe I am arrogant, but if you were as handsome as am I, you would also be somewhat arrogant. When I moved to New York, I decided to live-out my sexual fantasies in full. Although I was often fucked by really hot guys, I had never ever barebacked as I insisted each guy use a condom. Bareback was out of discussion. Two weeks ago, I was very horny, and went out with my friends on a Friday night. I wanted so bad to get fucked. No, I need it so so fucking bad. I left my friends and went to a gay bar to see if there was someone to fuck me. No sooner had I entered the bar then several hot guys were chasing after me. Of course I choose the hottest. He, like me, was a blond like me, but was somewhat darker. And yeah, he had a hot body. He was around my own age, and he bought me a beer and we talked. Then we start kissing. As we kissed I saw a disgusting old troll looking at me and smiling. He was in his 60's and looked really sick of AIDS. He was very low, maybe 5,1, mixed race and was almost bald and missing many teeth. He was very very thin. I found myself wondering 'How can such a disgusting person could look at me and smile?'. He thoroughly grossed me out so I did my best to ignore him as I continued kissing the blond hunk. Still, all the time I noticed the old troll watching me, He was devouring me with his eyes. Fuck, I found myself with a hard on, and my eyes were glued to his, even as I made-out with the hot blond. Our eyes meet so many times and I found myself mystified by my own behavior as I pondered what was it about the wasted troll that left me utterly horny? After several beers I went to the bathroom and notice that the old troll was following me.I was very nervouse when i notice the old troll next to me at the urinals. Fuck, He was like a dwarf besides me. But I got shoked when I see him taking an enormous Cock out of his pants. It was the largest and moust black Cock i ever seen in my life. It was shoking how black it was in relation With the skin colour of the old troll. He was dark but not that black. When He showed his big hanging bals I could see they were very black too, and so fucking huge. I was there with open mouth when he laughed and told me if i like it. I could not answer him, i was there With my mouth open, not saying nor doing anything. Then I swo that my Cock was rock hard. I blush big time, and decided to leave the toilet full of shame. I Dance With the blond guy but the old troll was looking at me all the time and I was with my eyes glued to his almoust all the time. I couldent help it. As we approuched the bar to drink another beer the old troll got besides me and I notice his old hand touching my bubble butt, I wear Law hangers so almoust all my undies were showing. He darted a finger in my pink hole With out any shame. I knwe nobody could see this. His hands were all over my ass checks and I dared to say anything for fear of what my hot young partner will say. I went to the bathroom and i was followed by the old troll. I was crazy horny, I was rock hard. I was very embarrassed but could not avoid how horny I was. He opened his trousers and liftet a bit his T-shirt. I could see some black spots on his skin, maybe becouse of his deseased. His Cock hung tehre and I could see a lot of precum, lots. He tjen told me smiling if i wanted to blow him and I answered if he got a condom i will try. He laughed a lot and told me that He never ever used condoms, and althought I was very handsome He was not for it. With condoms is not fun, and he left me tehre with my mouth open and my cock rock hard. I got so embarrassed. I went to the bar and kept talking to the blond guy, but I could not concentrate at all. Suddenly I sow the old troll going to the bathroom followed by a redhead twink. I got so fucking jealouse and after some minutes i went to the bathroom. The bathroom was emty but a door to a cublicle was closed. I heard the sound of a blow job and some gasps. I was rock hard. This AIDS sick old troll got in there the redhead twink, and for sure the young guy was sucking the black Cock and that all precum. I poke my head out form under the door and the fist thing I saw was a hard small Cock With red pubic hair and right after i saw how the twink was sucking the black Dick With out comdom. Fuck he was devouring the old Dick and dident care about how toxic it could be. Just two Seconds later my face got filled With sperm from the redhead. Then the twink got shamed and told the old troll that He need to go. When he opened the door he saw me there, he bluhs a lot and I helplessly got into the cubicle looking at the redhead eyes and he send me a litle smille. I shut the door and kneel in front of the black old Cock. I put the old black Cock in my mouth and savored the precum and the saliva from the twink on the big black Cock. The old troll laughed and push me away. He then told me that if i wanted his Cock i need to follow him home and go all the way. He say that he wanted to fuck my hot young blond bubble butt. He say that He lived near the bar and if I follow him is to get fucked with out any comdoms, just He and me. I was so in shame, but at that moment I diden't care if i was going to give myself bareback to the old troll. I could not help it, i was all to horny, I followed him like a puppy and dident care that the hot blond was waiting for me at the bar. I never ever in my life got so fucking atracted to a guy. On the street i begun to get second thougs but walked 15 meters back the old sick man. To be continued

Hi, I'm Calvin and I would say I'm straight. However I once had a dream that I had bareback sex with a guy and it has always turned me on whenever I think about this dream. All I remember is my cock being totally lubed up, and a guy who had a perfect big juicy tanned ass was on all fours in front of me, his hole was perfectly lubed up as well and he just backed into me. My long, thick and hard cock struggled to enter his hole at first, and then there was a pop and the head went in, and then the rest of it dissapeared inside his ass, and we kept on going. The dream was so vivid it was incredible, strings of lube went from the base of my cock to his ass as he backed up and moved forward, my balls ached at how tight, warm and wet he was. And then I unleashed a huge creamy load deep in his ass, and kept my cock in until it began to got semi hard. I pulled out and a stream of my hot white cum just trickled out of his asshole. Since then I've always wanted to re-enact that dream. I came across this forum and thought I would share. I can upload some pictures of my cock if people want to see it I don't know how this forum works but I hope you enjoyed my story.

I was horny as hell last night so I put an ad up looking for someone to seed my ass. Since I can't really host, I decided to do an anon scene in the backyard. Within a few minutes of the ad going up, I had a response from a guy who wasn't far off and understood the ad, that I was just a hole to get off in, no pics and shit needed. He agreed to come over, so I went into the backyard, to the spot I had told him, and bent over with my shorts pulled down so my ass was exposed. After a few minutes, I heard some leaves crunching and a hand on my ass. I heard him undoing his pants, so I reached back and stroked his cock to hardness. Once he was ready he pushed me over more and aligned his bare dick with my hole. About five minutes of pumping and he was ready to blow. He went balls deep and I felt his dick throbbing as he blew several jets of sperm into my hole. After he was done, he just zipped up and left. I went back inside and jerked off, my ass full of cum and I had no idea whose it was.

All the time I find some Xtube hottie who posts a bunch of nasty raw scenes and then stops, sometimes not posting anything more for years or even not logging on. Am I the only one who often wonders if they succumbed to something -- died, got morbidly obese, gave up the party, sought salvation through some church ....

I had the following situation on the weekend. Was in a darkroom trying to take loads (already had three) when this hot guy walked in (muscular, fit, 6ft, South American, 31, amazing cock). We fucked a bit, but he said he didn't want to cum just yet and wanted to take a shower. I followed him and we proceeded to fuck for two hours. He only came in me twice (so not much juice for my hole), but the sex was just amazing... What would you have done? Gone with the stud or collect as many loads as possible?

I've been on PrEP about 4 months now - using the Event-Based (Ipergay) Dosing method. Before PrEP, I never asked status, and I wasn't that careful tbh, but now after testing neg in April and starting PrEP, all barriers have fallen awayand I'm taking load after load and I'm pretty much refusing any kind of sex with condoms. I'm also telling people if they ask that I'm neg and on PrEP, but most people don't ask. I still don't quite believe in it, to be honest. It feels a bit like cheating, as if risk is part of the game, but I'm sure I'll get past that. I also haven't got tested since starting it, but plan to soon. Part of me isn't quite convinced that it really does what they say, particularly given my sexual behaviour recently...

For spotting a bareback bottom on hookup sites, just search on "bottom" as 90% of them will ride raw cock to get their pussies/cunts filled with sperm, even the "safe only" ones.

Damn it, this was a tough choice, but I went for anonymous loads in the dark room. Has to be said: Brazilian guys as tops are one of the best in the world, in my opinion. Not only very often beautiful, but also incredibly responsive. Second only to French guys for sensuality. But I have to base the decision on my actual recent behaviour, where I have spurned potentially condom-using hunks to maximise the number of cumshots in my ass.

Hope it gets another part

Hope it gets another part

You are not ordering guys around but taking what you want. Someone needs to initialise it and that is often the biggest slut in the room (eg us). Don't don't sigh or stand in the corner and wait for something to happen. Smile and go for it

Previously… Meanwhile Sven was tweaking my left nipple with one hand and with his right he was shoving his fingers past one of the four detachable buttons on the dog snout – the snout would come off if all four were detached. He shoved his fingers expertly in to find my mouth. Sticking his index and middle finger in my mouth he started grinding his chubbed-up boner against my hip, Saying “I’m gonna fuck you ya little bitch”. I heard the snap as the other lower button for the snout was detached. The snout was movable now and I opened my eyes in alarm as I was being exposed after Simon strictly told me not to be. Right in front of me was an expanse of white skin stretched taut over a six-pack, dark pubes leading to dripping hard hooded eight inch cock. Kurk McCaimble was standing over me and Sven. He pushed the snout to the side and fed me his cock. Right so… …. Mmmfhhh …was what I said. Not that anyone was listening. I was being …well… ravished! I was being ravished on the couch in a sex party that I’d brought MDMA to. One moment I’m sitting on my favourite bartender’s knee, the next, I’m on my back on his lap, with my legs held in the air by a sexy blond Übermensch, while Northern Ireland’s male Christine Keeler stands over me, feeding me his thick dripping meatstick while a fourth lad goes nuts on my cock. I’m being force-fed cock through a dog mask I might add. Which I was grateful for, cause I wasn’t sure whether Kurk would know who I was (or the many invasive articles about his life I’d written) but I’m pretty sure Sven the bartender could enlighten him. I’d bragged about my “important journalist” job long enough to try and gain his interest. Although honestly Sven probably wouldn’t remember enough about me other than that I was a regular down at the bar, he had enough guys hitting on him. Maybe the MDMA was just feeding my paranoia. Maybe I didn’t need to wear a dog mask and could suck Kurk’s juicy cock with impunity. And fuck it was juicy! With the support of Sven’s hand on the back of my masked head, I was getting as much of that fuckstick into my mouth as I could. I know most people are programmed to look at some groups a little way outside their genepool as attractive, but say what you want, as far as I’m concerned, Irish guys have the nicest dicks of any white people. There’s just something so big and satisfying about Irish cocks. English cocks suffer by comparison. I mean they’re fine, but they’re always lacking something – either length or they’re a bit too freakily narrow, or their head is much bigger than their shaft… Irish cocks are always well proportioned. Call me racist if you like, but it’s a consideration when I shag a guy – for white dick, you can’t beat fat home-raised Irish dick. And Kurk’s was a beaut! He was getting really into thrusting into my mouth. His foreskin has been sliding back in my mouth as he grew and grew and now I was getting the back of my throat punch-fucked by his fat mushroom head. Thank fuck there was a bit of space for my nose in that mask cause I was hitting dangerously close to gagging. I can’t imagine what it must have looked like to the 23 year old, shoving his cock into a Doberman-styled facemask, but I hoped my oral skills would overcome the weirdness of it. Meanwhile, while I was getting effectively mouthraped by Northern Ireland’s most famous man-candy and secret bisexual, my ass was being held open to all kinds of stimulation. The blond Andreas had pulled up my legs by the knees and my cock, balls and hole were propped up off of Sven’s lap for Andreas’ cocksucker to feast on. The big-dicked fourth guy from the couch, the one who had been busy sucking Andreas off when I sat down, was now running his tongue up over my asshole, across my taint and up my shaft as he chowed down on me. The feelings were intense and kept distracting me from blowing Kurk, who luckily was now more slowly thrusting into me, cause Andreas had started rimming him from behind. I was really getting into the rhythm when with a forceful thrust Sven shoved me all the way down on Kurk’s cock. Oh fuck I nearly threw up! Yet that really seemed to do it for Kurk cause he was getting pretty rigid and close to cumming. Meanwhile the lift-up by Sven made me able to see Andreas behind him, rimming the 23 yr old, reversing their roles from when I came over to see them first. The blond’s body took up most of my vision as I watched him jerk his cock – yeah German cocks could definitely go for second place after Irish ones if basing them on Andreas – it was cut and perfectly proportioned to his muscular body. The guy must have been a model or something. I still couldn’t see much of the fourth guy – just the top of his wavy haired head between my legs. He must have been on the floor on all fours rimming me off the couch. I couldn’t see him but I definitely could feel him. He was treating my asshole like a gourmet meal, really getting his face in there. I applaud these men – no prissy whining about what they will and won’t do – just getting stuck in like a dog digging for a bone. He transferred his attention to my oozing cock and another MDMA wave of euphoria swept over me… Fucking hell! I felt like I was cumming the precum that was dripping from my cock into the unknown guy’s mouth. Not that he minded, the sucking grew more intense – damn tho! He fucking knew what he was doing – slurping up all my pre-jiz, the slut! Fuck yeah! As I writhed under this assault, Kurk had established a rhythm with Andreas, lifting his right leg to balance on the back of the couch to give the German more access, now more forcefully shoving his throbbing cock into me. I felt fingers back around my pulsing hole, then what was definitely… not a finger. I thought back to the cock I had seen when I came over first – it was a massive juicy one even when semi-hard. I started to tense in spite of myself, but I couldn’t speak over Kurk’s cock. I pulled back to try and dislodge him, only to have Sven shove me all the way back down to Kurk’s pubes. As I spent all my concentration on trying not to upchuck whatever was left of yesterday’s chilli-fries on Kurk’s crotch, I felt a tapping and some cold lube on my hole. Fuck! I was going to be fucked soon if I wasn’t careful! However this time my asshole’s tingling had warmed up to a pulsing feeling and the idea of something thick and heavy parting my ass-pussy lips right now, well it kinda felt fucking right! I worked my hips up and down to rub against the tip of the cock and felt the pressure mount. Speaking of pressure, Kurk’s dick was getting rigid as he stepped up his pace of thrusting into my face, getting rock hard whenever I pulled back and retched. I felt he should have cum by now, but some guys take forever. Also even though I couldn’t hear it, I think he signalled Sven to make me deep-throat him non-stop. Cause next thing Sven had grabbed the mask, holding onto each of the Pinscher ears and was making me skull-fuck the lad faster and faster. This may sound hot, but unless you’re into really rough play, it’s about as sexy as waterboarding. I was fucking gasping, unable to breathe as Kurk’s cock rammed the back of my throat repeatedly. I started seeing little stars out of the side of my darkening vision, and if that wasn’t enough, the fourth lad had decided that now was as good a time as any to pop his cock in. As the massive head shoved in my strangely receptive asshole, and Kurk’s cock plunged to the back of my throat, I couldn’t take all the invasion and puked up all over Kurk’s cock and pubes. I managed to hold most of it in my mouth, mostly, but as Kurk looked down at me barf, he got a distant look in his eye and suddenly convulsed with cumming – a mixture of pleasure and disgust shot across his features, while cum shot across mine – well at least across my mask. He pulled his puke-covered cock out of me as I gasped for air. “Oh shit” he exclaimed, jumping off the couch and running for the toilet. I swallowed back the puke, to make it seem like what happened didn’t just happen and then erupted in a coughing fit as some puke went down the wrong pipe – I was a mess! The lads were a bit stunned by Kurk’s sudden departure, so what with my mask, it seemed like the only one who realised that I’d thrown up was Kurk, who was probably in the bathroom wondering right now if he should be shocked that he came after and not before I blew chunks into his pubes (in my opinion no worse a fetish than fucking some leathery old homophobic vadge-bag, but what do I know?). Not fucking Sven (the over-zealous bastard), or Andreas (the oblivious bastard)… …but then I heard a familiar voice, “Jesus lad are you ok?” and I felt a cock pull out of me, a cock which up until now I’d forgotten about in the messiness of the last few minutes of coughing and spluttering. The only thing that felt right about the last few minutes and now suddenly my hole felt empty. It was weird to realise that one cock was the perfect fit for my hole, the one cock to really fit in and not make me spaz out and demand it’s withdrawal within seconds of entry. The one cock to rule them all, heh! I needed that cock back in me! This would be the cock to teach me how to properly bottom, and learn about all the miracles of the prostate. I turned back to the talented cocksucker who’d been fucking me so smoothly, to say that I was ok now, only to see Orson Adams standing there with a rigid cock to match mine in size, looking at me with genuine concern… Orson fucking Adams! Fuck!

Previously... I realised the guys were all looking at me, and cleared my throat. “Hi guys - anyone interested in a line or two of MDMA?” Sven looked over at me and said “Hey lads, the dealer dog is here! Here boy! C’mere boy!” and patted his knee. Oh boy. This was gonna be a tough night. Right so.... The German pulled off of Sven’s pale juicy cock and joined in, “We got our own drug dog”. He looked at me while I approached. “Aber wo ist deinen Schwanz? …where is your tail?” He reached around and grabbed my cock as if checking for the missing dog-tail, and smiled a big toothy smile at me. I learned much later that the German for tail was also a slang word for cock, so this was the height of German humour…. …yeah…. The German was another perfectly muscled specimen – the classic tall, blond, well built, blue-eyed Deutscher – you could definitely tell which side this guy’s great-grandparents were on. There was just so much of him – often muscle guys tend to be on the short side – but not this lad – I’d say he was about 6’5 and mid twenties. His skin was tanned and his hair was a yellow-blond and slicked back. He may have had a hipster man-bun in the bar – I was little vague on that, but here it was loose and swept behind his ears. As I stared back from my mask, the eye contact was intense – his blue eyes were almost unrecognisable from earlier as they were so dilated. Looking into his dark child-like pupils, I hoped I’d be able to drop the mask act soon and disentangle this Teutonic beauty from the two guys sucking on him. I started to daydream about snogging him while having his knees up on my shoulders, running my fingers through his hair, looking down at his accordioned abs while shoving my cock into him, mmm fuck yeah he was delicious… but first I had a job to do. I indicated to the tray as best I could and the German moved a bit further back and tapped Sven’s lap. “Hier Hund, Platz!” “Fuck’s sake” I thought. I was glad people couldn’t see my look of disdain under the Doberman-Pinscher style mask but moved to where the lad indicated. Sitting down as the German raised himself up even further to scope out my goods, I made a stable seat on Sven’s muscled legs, balancing the tray on my lap. I took in the Icelander’s (or was he a Norwegian?) pale skin, pink nipples and proud six-inch cock (currently shoved against my leg) and proffered him the rolled twenty-pound note. He looked me in the eye through the mask (no recognition) and patted my ass, his hand rubbing along where Jay’s mouth was a few minutes ago (seriously why was everyone so into my ass at this party?). I turned a little and I hear Sven gasp “aye… bad puppy!” I realised I might have been pushed up against his cock a bit too tight. Scooting my ass back into his cupping hand, I smirked as I thought of all the times I drunkenly flirted with the white blond hotty. And yet he had no idea who I was right now. His right hand stroked absently at my ass cheeks through the chaps, idly starting to work one finger into my crack. He took the roll and looked over the tray in appreciation of the many, many lines Simon had crushed out upstairs. He one-handedly did two lines and then passed the rolled note to the smiley German, all the while running his finger and now thumb firmer against my ass crack. I opened my legs just a little to give the Nordic god a bit more leeway – my hole was still feeling tingly from Jay’s half-hearted booty bump, and Sven’s thumb felt so good as it connected with my pucker. Nice. The coke was making me love his rough assplay whereas usually at this point if I were sober, I’d be getting uncomfortable about now and so turning roles with whomever I was with. I ground against his digits, and then stopped as the tray shook a bit too much. “Hund sitz! Ruhe!” I took this to mean “be still” and looked over to the German who was gazing down at the lines. He was holding the rolled-up note in one hand and using the other hand to push down on the head of the wavy-blond haired big cocked guy who was giving him head. I still couldn’t make out his face. Sven piped up behind me, “Andreas, shut up and snort your drugs. You’re gonna like this” and he leaned back in pleasure, as the effects started to kick in. Andreas turned to me and asked “this is not coke no? Cause I get the… how do you say – Durchfall?” He made some motions toward his ass (which was still being rimmed by Kurk Motherfucking McCaimble!) and I figured out what he meant. “No it’s not coke, it’s MDMA. It usually has the opposite effect on you – it’ll be a day before you can shit again” Andreas seemed satisfied and scooted down over the tray. I looked over the line of Andreas’ ass cheeks to see Kurk really getting stuck into the German’s ass. My journalistic side let out a quiet sigh – Northern Irish celebrity scandal happening right in front of my nose (well – snout at least) and I couldn’t tell anyone. This was the angle we all wanted to know, that Kurk McCaimble liked boys as well! Y’see Kurk wasn’t just a young pretty 23 year old from Ballymena, he was/is our Monica Lewinsky. This hapless kid (well what I could see over Andreas’ ass cheeks) was a son of a friend to the family of the Robinsons – Mr and Mrs Robinson were the power couple of major right-wing conservative evangelist politicians who headed up the more extreme DUP – which sadly had a lot of voters here. His father (the friend) had died about three years back and so he took to spending a lot of time with Iris – the wife of the first minister Peter and an MP in her own right. She (a fifty-five year old) took him under her wing, helped him start up a café with some dodgy developer money and then seemingly one thing lead to another and they started sleeping together. Which was wrong on quite a few levels – I mean, I’ve no problem with age-gaps, but she knew him since he was a baby, and she was always on air preaching fire and brimstone against anyone who defied her strict interpretation of the bible – Gays and women who had abortions were particular targets for her. She likened homosexuality to paedophilia on more than one occasion, and made some vile comments that were really more at home in some southern US state than in Western Europe. I mean I know we’ve problems in Northern Ireland but it’s not like anyone’s picketing funerals here. She was even investigated as to whether she was inciting hate-crimes at one point. Vile fucking trollop. So it made it all the more delicious when the developers started looking for their money back, and then through a tip-off and a BBC investigation the whole story came pouring out. Fucking beautiful! Well of course I had a field day with it. Everyone did. You couldn’t write enough column inches as more and more lurid details of the scandal came out. It was world news! He’d been trying to break it off with her for a while before she started demanding the money back off him. I broke a story that he’d eventually lied and said he had testicular cancer to get her to leave him alone. She’d illegally not declared a conflict of interest at the council meetings where his café plans were approved. She had to resign and was under police investigation for her multiple crimes. She told her family over Christmas and then tried to overdose on pills, although we weren’t sure if it was pills or cutting herself. She went off to an asylum to recover. Her husband had to say he hadn’t a clue what she was doing and eventually stepped down himself because of it all. You couldn’t make this shit up! The Simon and Garfunkel song “Here’s to you Mrs Robinson” got heavy airplay all that year. Kurk himself ran off to Australia for a while till things cooled down. I hadn’t heard he was back. I remember writing another article tallying up all the offers he had gotten from gay magazines to pose for them and to really stick it to the homophobic crone, but he never took them up on it. I admit I was gutted he didn’t, cause with his dark hair, pale skin, watery blue eyes and full red lips, he was a real stunner. The more lyrical journalists likened him to Naoise – a famous Irish mythical hero and a male Snow White if you will. But now my patience was finally rewarded, as he leaned back from Andreas’ ass and I saw his slim 23 year old body, like mine in that his shoulders and smooth pecs weren’t so fully developed, but everything was tight and he had a lovely six pack leading to a treasure trail and a deep dark thatch of pubes. That was as far as I could see before Andreas pulled back up rubbing his nose. “Vun line” he announced and dove down for his second. Sven was circling his thumb deeper and firmer around my pucker. It took all my control to sit still while the German snorted his second line. Sven licked his fingers behind me and restarted his assault on my hole, trying to work a finger in. I shuddered as he got one knuckle deep. His stubbly chin was by my leather covered ear, and I heard him saying “you like that dog-boy?” as he pushed in to the second knuckle. Man this was getting me hard! Of course with the caverject, this meant that in less that 20 seconds I was butting my cock over the tray and into Andreas’s shoulder. Andreas turned to look at my cock and looked up at me. “Mmm böse Hund! Dein Schwanz ist gro­ßartig!” he said and reached over for my cock, engulfing about 6 inches in one go. The heat, the warm, wet “rightness”, Sven’s fingers, the MDMA heightened pleasure, it was all so fucking intense! I buckled, and the tray nearly went flying off my lap. Quickly the German snatched the tray up with one hand and arched his back delivering the tray to Kurk behind him, while showing his amazing muscles (was that an eight–pack? And fuck - look at those cum-gutters!) and all the while holding the head of his cocksucker firmly in place. This guy was a pro! Kurk took the tray and twenty pound note, and immediately started to snort his fill. Fuck – so many front-page articles! If I could even get a hint of this out, I could finally get a decent office and not have to share with the racing columnist and resident alcoholic Aenghus with the smelly feet and his constant racing theories… Moving back to me, the German started to bend down over my cock again and his wet mouth pushed further down to take in nearly all of my 9.5/10 inches. I closed my eyes, and listened to the thumping of my sped-up heartbeat. Sound was a bit muffled from outside but I could hear Sven beside me say “Oh yeah, suck that cock Andy!” as his hands pulled from my ass and started to run up my back and around to my stomach, then running up under the harness to start working my nipples. Another set of hands – the German’s? – was running up and down my leather covered legs, hooking under my knees, bringing my legs up and spreading me further apart on the couch as he engulfed my shaft. A third set of hands (?) started to cup my balls and expose my taint, pulling my hips forward for frontal access to my hole through my chaps. I was shoved back against Sven, who was currently kissing the back of my neck, just under where the mask began. The smell of Salmiakki on Sven’s breath reminded me of Simon and our earlier fuck-session. That with the feelings of Sven’s and Andreas’ mouths on me, three sets of hands rubbing and pushing me into a passive position, the grunts from Andreas and dirty mutterings from Sven, a lot of shifting of weight on the couch – it was all a sensory overload. I felt that if I opened my eyes I’d be sick from the overstimulation, and kept them squeezed shut. Schlopp! The German pulled his mouth off of me with a smacking noise and a contented sigh and I felt my cock immediately shoved to my right and another mouth taking over. Oh shit! Oh Fuhhhuuuukkkk! This cocksucker really knew what he was doing. The perfect combination of tightness and tongue-play! I could guess that this must have been the cocksucker Andreas had been holding onto for so long. Now I knew why. That must be the third pair of hands too. Hands that were right now cupping my balls and reaching up to my pucker. Connecting a finger with my tingling wet pink hole. I opened up a little more as one of these spit-lubed digits easily slipped in. Shit! It must have been because of the booty bump from earlier but I was loving this ass attention! Meanwhile Sven was tweaking my left nipple with one hand and with his right he was shoving his fingers past one of the four detachable buttons on the dog snout – the snout would come off if all four were detached. He shoved his fingers expertly in to find my mouth. Sticking his index and middle finger in my mouth he started grinding his chubbed-up boner against my hip, Saying “I’m gonna fuck you ya little bitch”. I heard the snap as the other lower button for the snout was detached. The snout was movable now and I opened my eyes in alarm as I was being exposed after Simon strictly told me not to be. Right in front of me was an expanse of white skin stretched taut over a six-pack, dark pubes leading to dripping hard hooded eight inch cock. Kurk McCaimble was standing over me and Sven. He pushed the snout to the side and fed me his cock.

Keep sucking his cock and don't say a thing about wanting to swallow his piss, I'd bet dollars to donuts he'll give you what you want without ever asking.

It's not only about dick size but how guy use it. Have been fucked by 4 inch hard cock few times and they made me cum without touching myself. Top's stamina, ability to stay hard and fuck long time is more important than his dick size.

FT. LAUDERDALE - Went to CumUnion last night after taking a hiatus from them for a long while. This was my first one to attend at the Clubhouse II bathhouse. Clubhouse II is know for an older, bear crowd. Last night was pretty much that with a few exceptions thrown in. The $25 cover got you in and they had a free bar with soda, beer and wine! Pretty cool. I usually walk around in boxer briefs at the CumUnion party but everyone had on the stereotypical bathhouse white towels on so I joined the group. I walked around, saw some guys with their room doors open and wanting to get fucked. None were my type. In the back they have a room with a big sex platform and there were constantly at least two or three guys bent over taking anonymous cocks all night while I was there. I fucked a Latin cumdump first and his hole is always cummy. It certainly wasn't my first time breeding him. Then I walked around a bit and found a booth with a glory hole in it. I wanted to use the GH but some dude followed me in and insisted he fuck me. He fucked me for a bit then said he wasn't ready to cum. Back to my walking around and eventually into the public sex area again. I saw a sexy black guy in his 20's bent over and I tried to fuck him. He had the tightest hole I've fucked in a long time! Wow. It was super tight. Then I went to play with a guy that had his hole out towards the hallway from his room and had Elbow Grease next to him. I'm not into fisting but it was fun to play with his hole. Another Latin bottom had his hole up but couldn't take my thick cock. Finally went back to the group room and found the black young bottom again and got to breed him. I was fucking him so hard and our skin was smacking and it got the crowd into a frenzy. I Felt my job was complete then went to my favorite bar to end the night! Happy Breeding Guys

Anything that's both nonconsentual and harmful. Anything else is fine.

Spent a couple hours at the local sauna. 3 bare loads directly inside me, 2 loads in my mouth, and one guy who insisted on a condom... that load got used for lube later.

Part 4: I was on fucking Cloud-9 when I got back on the subway. Could this happen? Could a down and out thug fucker like me get ahead a little? I had pictures swimming in my mind of me and Lil’Petey in the old lady’s cottage. I smiled. I had never thought about being with a guy like that before – fucking ass yeah – but not like together together. But that shit felt right. I had a bounce in my step and a hunger in my balls as I walked into the ABS, flashed my membership card and a big fucking smile to the owner, stepped to the end of the counter and asked, “Any potential business in back?” The owner nodded his head yes, gazed at my stiff dick straining my jeans, licked his lips, and I smiled. “You wanna feel it?” I asked, “Show me your hole, right here, right now.” The ABS owner looked around nervously as I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my freeballing meat. My shaft was thick with sweat and he could smell it. Without another word he unbuttoned his pants, pulled his white shorts down and grunted as I popped the head of my dick raw into his ass right there at the check out counter. “FEEL THAT AIDS-BONE DRIPPING? YEAH? YOU WANT THAT? DEEPER LIKE THAT? WELL LATER WHEN I COME BACK THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU GOT FOR ME TO GET THAT HOLE WRECKED AGAIN.” I then yanked my dick out, he yelped, I laughed, lit a cigarette and walked into the back where the video arcade was and left the ABS owner with his hole twitching. Always got to keep them wanting more and now I needed to do more than survive day to day. I had to make things right to get my new home. I did a quick round of the booths, avoided the trolls and the wall hangers who I knew were in as much need as me. I was on my second cigarette and fighting with my boner when the pretty boy showed up. He made a beeline straight for me, flashed a handful of cash and goodies, and 30 seconds later his shorts were down and his head was banging against the plywood walls as he begged me to stop pounding his hole and I ordered him to shut his faggy mouth and take my dick. The pretty boy’s body was flat against the wall when I filled him with nutt and as he slid off my shaft and thanked me profusely and told me how good a fuck I was, I lit a cigarette and tried to ignore him. That is until I heard something about making $500. “…..and you know we get into some freaky shit. He’s a total Wall Street type with some fancy loft in Soho or some shit. I dress up for him, leather, lace, whatever he wants if he has the cash and shit. You know? So anyways he was asking if he could watch me get fucked sometime. I told him about you – ALL ABOUT – you. He said it would be hot to watch some n… well a black thug guy fuck me like a dirty whore. I told him $500. I was thinking we split it like 60/40 – right? Good shit?” the pretty boy prattled on. I slammed him back against the wall, drove two long fingers into his pussy chute and started digging around with my nails as he gasped. Time to negotiate. I pressed my left arm across the back of his neck and made my counter. “I get $500, you get the best dick of your life, and a chance to get it again in the future.” Five minutes later we were walking to this dive bar where pretty boy said his Wall Street dude would be - where this dude was every afternoon trying to pick up the youngest and cutest boys he could tempt. Must be fucking nice to have those kind of hours. I don’t do bars, and anyways, looking as rough as I did knew I could get my ass kicked right out. The plan was this – I would wait in back in the alley, pretty boy would go in, find Wall Street dude, bring him out, then business would be done. The shade of the alley was a welcome relief and besides the rats, piles of garbage, and typical NYC piles of shit lying around, the only other presence was two Asian guys sitting beside a propped open door peeling carrots and cutting up vegetables – fucking crates of them. They eyed me, I eyed them, then took up a spot on a wall about half way down the alley and lit up a cigarette. I looked around. Between the shadows from the buildings and piles of trash and debris, lots of places to fuck back here. Good. If Wall Street wanted to see how a thug got down, this was it. Grimey street fucking at its best. Hard dick, willing hole, deep breeding. About 10 minutes went by, someone banged on a door a building away, banged again, then the door popped open and promptly knocked over a pile of plastic buckets. Pretty boy walked out, looked around, followed by a white dude, middle aged, fancy suit – Mr. Wall Street. They eyed the Asian guys who were still prepping their veggies, came down to me, and pretty boy – who clearly had been doing more than just saying hi in the bar – slurred, “Here’s … here’s... fuck what’s your name?” he asked me. I ignored him and turned to Wall Street. “Whatcha looking for man?” I asked. I wanted to hear it from him. He looked at pretty boy, then me, and said, “I want to watch you fuck him. Hard. Rape him like..like….” I filled in the blank, “The mouthy little princess that he is?” Wall Street chuckled, “Yes, exactly. He likes his ass smacked, bruised, and more. You think you can handle that?” This dude was funny. I held out my hand, he set $300 in it and started to hand $200 to pretty boy. I said, “NO!” and pointed at my palm. Wall Street smiled, gave me the rest and then I added, “$200 more and you can take pictures/vid with your phone, but not my face. I get to confirm after and will delete it if you do.” Wall Street smiled, “What if I want him to suck me while you fuck him?” he asked. I shrugged, “Bonus for you. No charge.” Game. Set. Match. We shifted closer to the building, melding into the shadows. Wall Street unzipped his dick and stuffed pretty boy’s mouth. I unzipped my pants, Wall Street’s eyes got nice and big and I made a mental note, then I yanked pretty boy’s short’s down and his cries were muffled in Wall Street’s balls as I dry fucked his hole – raw, rough, deep, and hard and started whacking his ass with both hands. Well he still had my nutt from earlier up there I guessed, so no spit necessary, and if not, too bad for him. I pulled all the way out slammed back in liking how his dry hole scraped my dick. Wall Street took vid and pics of the mouth on his dick, my monster dick stretching the pink hole, and pretty boy being gutted out like street trash. After about 10 minutes of brutal fucking at both ends pretty boy started crying, shaking, Wall Street held him tight and I continued to long dick him. I could tell from his scrunched up face Wall Street was close and when pretty boy started choking I knew he was getting a neck full of cum. As Wall Street finished he pulled out of pretty boy’s mouth, I yanked out of his ass – without nutting – and pretty boy dropped to the dirty pavement gasping and whining. I stepped around pretty boy’s crumpled form, Wall Street took a step back, my dick was wet and slime covered and I pointed to it and said, “Is that what you wanted to see? You trying to get this now? Want to see what it feels like to get my bone?” Pretty boy was back on his feet and blabbering as Wall Street took another step back, almost lost now to the shadows. “Get the fuck away!” I snarled at pretty boy, who hiked his shorts up, wiped the tears and snot sniffles across his face, and took off down the alley. “I think you need a daddy who can take charge,” I told Wall Street as my grimey dick edged across his clean and pressed suite leaving a trail of filth. “I think you sit in a big fancy office all damn day, ordering bitches around, then come here, find more bitches to do your bidding. What you really need is to know how it feels to be the bitch. I ain’t no faggy little dicked fucker playing at this game. This is real thug shit. Real fucking. Just you and me and yours ain’t the first cherry I’ve busted.” Wall Street’s body shook with excitement. His mind was a little slower. “I…I…I’ve never been fucked, well not never...but not like, I….. How much?” Yes cock hungry bitch lives in all you motha-fuckas! “Whatchu-got?” I asked. He pulled out a fancy leather wallet edged in silver, spread it open, started to finger some bills then shook his head and just handed the whole thing to me. I laughed, that’s right, be a submissive whore for daddy’s AIDS Bone. I gripped the wad, emptied the wallet, put two $20s back in so he could get where he had to get, handed it back and pointed at my dick. “May I suck it first?” Wall Street asked. In reply I pushed him hard, his back hit the brick wall, I stepped closer, turned him around, bear hugged him with my left arm as I undid his belt with my right hand, then his pants, and then he took the ‘frisk me officer’ position against the wall with hands up and out. “Wait, wait, wait,” Wall Street said. He stepped back, reached into his suit coat pocket, pulled out a string of condoms, and handed them to me. I took them, tore one open, tossed the empty packet at his feet and made a SNAPPING noise with the one I pulled as he resumed the sacrificial position. This was going to hurt him more than me. I spit on my hand, fingered his tight fucking hole, he winced, moaned, I slid my nail sharp side in, he inhaled, I sawed back and forth like a lumber jack, cutting a trail through the forest. I spit some more and hacked a wad of phlegm from deep in my lungs for extra slipperiness. I clamped my hand over his mouth to muffle his screams – he would scream – and body slammed him against the brick wall as I drove my raw dick up his cherry hole. Wall Street cried out, his body tensed, he stood on his tippey toes like a ballerina as he tried to run from the dick. You don’t run from the dick! My anger came back. My need to breed. My desire burned through like an inferno. Every spasm of his body, every muffled cry, every twisting of his guts as I raw dicked him spurred me on. I was ready to blast and one last, deep thrust and I leaned in and snarled, “TAKE MY AIDS BONE DICK BITCH. I’VE WRECKED THAT CUNT NOW FOR MY DIRTY CUM…THAT’S IT…YOUR PUSSY IS MILKING EVERY DROP RIGHT OUT OF MY BALLS…MILK IT…TAKE DADDY’S NUTT…” I pulled my dick out, wiped it clean on the back of his suit, and tucked it away. Wall Street was like pretty boy now, gasping and fucked silly. HA! His shame, pain, confusion showed all over his face as did his cock pig hunger. That’s right. I just fucking stealth raped his ass raw in a dirty alley and the kinky motha-fucka was hooked. I took him to the edge of his world and beyond. “Give me your business card,” I ordered. Wall Street pulled up his pants, fumbled around, pulled out a card and handed it to me. “When do you want the dick?” I asked. His reply was like a girl who lost her dolly, “Did…did you fuck me without a condom?” I hit him on the left side of his jaw with a soft tap right-hook. His mouth gaped, his eyes got wide, I stood toe to toe with him, looked down, and spat on his Wall Street face. “You know I did. You can feel my hot cum burning those guts up right now can’t you? You also know you want more. So I will ask only one more time, when do you want the dick?” Same time tomorrow I was scheduled to be back in the alley and Wall Street planned to come with full pockets for another breeding. I could tell as he looked at me, my ribs poking out, my stomach in need of food, my dirty self, that he was disgusted and so turned on at the same fucking time his mind could not process. That was the key. That was what the fuckers would pay for. I could offer them something pretty boy and the other trade could not. I lit a cigarette, patted my stuffed pockets, and started down the alley. The younger Asian guy was still sitting beside the open door peeling vegetables. “Hey mister,” he said. I stopped. I was not old enough to be a mister. A daddy yes, but not a mister. He continued, “That was like fucking amaze-balls fucking hot, fucking oh hell damn like wild crazy porn shit!” When did Asian dudes start speaking with a Valley Girl accent? I just looked at him and he asked, “Can, can you go again? I mean. Can I….?” Yeah I could fuck again, but right now I needed to see Lil’Petey. A quick convo and the Asian guy told me he was a law student at Columbia, this was his parents’ restaurant, he was a total cock pig and knew he could milk my dick good. I told him I would let him try the next day after Wall Street, but nothing in life was free. As a down payment, he loaded me up with a fucking grocery bag full of food. Egg Foo Young, Sweet and Sour Pork, and tons more shit and said he could give me a bag of food every day he worked – which was most days - as payment. Deal. I made my way back to the trap house but stopped and chatted up with one of the bums who often slept curled under the end of the front porch. “Hey man, got some food if you want it. Also appreciate if you can make a racket if you see or hear anyone else come through the fence to the back? Cool – thanks.” I got around to the back and side where Lil’Petey’s cardboard shanty was, set the bag down, and smiled as I could hear him humming to himself. I pushed the bag of food ahead of me, scooted in after, pulled the plastic down behind me and eyed what was on tonight’s menu. There was Lil’Petey, his legs pulled back, his bruised hole winking at me in hello – welcome – hop on board = all you eat smorgasbord buffet. In 30 seconds flat I was naked and banging his shit out as Lil’Petey hummed a little tune in time to the fucking he was getting from my Wreckin-AIDs-Bone.

Well, this will be a Summertime activity LOL. I had never done this before, but doing it made me so turned on I had to beat off twice afterwards. It was such a rush taking a load from someone I didn't even see.

I've ate in public, kept my mouth locked tight on the feeders hole, no smell or mess and no one but us knew

Part 3: You’d think my balls would be drained, but they kept brewing toxic jizz like a major distillery. Five more queer pussies filled with my AIDs BONE. Five more faggy cunts WRECKED. Their pockets were full of pink, frothy thug nutt, and mine were full of Franklins. I lit up a cigarette as I swaggered down the sidewalk, a smile on my face, my dick straining against my dirty jeans wanting more. First things first, I needed to lighten my cash load as walking around the streets of NYC with that kind of wad will get a fucker shot and robbed. I made my way several blocks across town, then several more south. Yeah I could have hopped a bus, but like I said before, I planned to be tight with this cash until I knew this money stream was a sure thing. A good bit of walking, a few more cigarettes, and a sopping wet t-shirt from wiping all the sweat off my torso and chest and I eased past this old trap house I had crashed at a few times. The games that had been run out of here had moved on, so the place was mostly boarded up and abandoned except for a few old regulars who curled up in a dusty corner for a bit of shut eye or the occasional street trade or junkie looking for a little privacy. Squeezing through the hole in the fence, I eased my way to the weed filled back yard and by the light of the moon found a stack of concrete blocks near the back corner. I quietly lifted a couple away, looked around, dug out a little patch of ground with a spoon I nicked from the hotel, then tucked most of the cash I had into the hole and covered it back up. I had also taken a bag of chips and used the empty bag to hide the cash, but also protect it from getting wet. The blocks back in place, I stretched, scratched my balls and tugged at my hungry dick, and considered my next steps. I pulled a $5 out of my pocket, found the little path that would take me to the side of the house that was all dark, and from the coughing and snorting could tell Lil’Petey was tripping. I met Petey the first time I crashed at this trap house. Short, thin, sickly looking little white dude who reminded me of this kid I went to school with when I was like 6. Petey was like 20, but looked younger and like me, had got thrown out and the streets had not been kind to him. He made it worse by the shit he did, but to each his own. “Yo Lil’Petey?” I said in a loud whisper when I got to the haggard stack of cardboard boxes he called home. Petey stuck his head out through a hole in some plastic, looked at me, rubbed his eyes, coughed, rubbed his mouth, “JC, what’s up? Hey, can I bum a smoke?” I held up a full pack, and the $5 and even in the moonlight Petey’s eyes got wide and eager. I couldn’t help but smile, an evil smile yeah, but a smile none the less. “Here’s the deal Lil’Petey. I’ll give you a smoke, and this bill, but you got to do something for me,” I said in temptation. “I got my dick used real good tonight and the skin is practically rubbed right off from all the fucking I’ve done, but my balls are still full and I got some more to bust.” I figured best not to let him in on my need to poz some ass, to wreck a fag hole, to bury my AIDs Bone. Petey shook his head back and forth real fast like a dog with a tick, “Oh no. NO! I told you before, I don’t do that shit. No way. Nah-uh. NO!” Before I knew it Petey had retreated back into his cardboard castle like a groundhog who had seen his shadow and all I heard was mumbling. I reached into my pocket, pulled out another $5, squatted down, pushed the plastic aside and crawled part way into Petey’s hidey hole. It was a lot fucking bigger on the inside than it seemed and Petey had blankets, a couple flashlights giving him light, an old pot with a packet of Ramen Noodles softening up in tepid water and old milk crates full of this and that and odds and ends. Petey was proud of his noodles. Who knew you didn’t have to actually cook them. Just let them sit long enough in water and VOILA! A thick length of ash dropped off my cigarette and onto Petey’s cardboard floor and I casually brushed it aside as I finished crawling into his abode. Petey shrieked like I had just burned a new carpet and frantically grabbed a rag, wiped at the scattered ash and mumbled what an ass I was as I made myself comfortable. I couldn’t help but laugh, dropping more ash onto my chest as I did, which I casually brushed away and all over the floor creating a new burst of frenzy in Petey. Once we both settled I held out the two $5s, and the full pack of smokes. I didn’t know what Petey did to survive and while I had tried to fuck him before when I had no other option - not that I had options before the last two days really - I realized I still wanted his white little ass, but for my taboo desires. Petey’s eyes fixed on the cash and pack of cigarettes. “Now Petey, we known each other a while now right? You know I’m a good guy right? I’ve tried to help you here and there even when I ain’t had nothing myself, right? I don’t expect something for noting. I got something for you and if all goes well, will have a lot more. So come on Petey, what do you say? Help a brotha out?” I could tell Petey was thinking it over hard and long, just like my 10-inch BBC, so I set the cash down, the pack of cigs on top, and wiggled out of my jeans and started stroking my dick. I leaned back, smoked, lobbed some smoke spit on my dick, and kept stroking. Petey was quiet as a church mouse, but then in barely a whisper he said, “OK.” My eyes flashed open, I got on my knees, grabbed Petey and pulled him towards me as he squawked and squealed. I didn’t care; my dick was ready. Petey put up some feigned resistance as we wrestled a bit, but soon I had his pants pulled down, his body pinned to the cardboard floor, and as Petey hacked up a lung in a coughing fit I drove my spit covered dick into his virgin hole. Yeah, that’s right, contrary to what I thought likely, Petey was a virgin. I popped his cherry – OK I slam busted it wide open – and drove my AIDS Bone deep into his ass. I had to pull out and respit it up several times, but once it got sloppy there was no stopping me. Petey started whimpering and crying so I held my dirty t-shirt over his face to muffle the sound and pressed my hand tight against his mouth. I liked that shit. Totally in charge! I could feel his jaw muscles working, trying to scream out as I raped his ass bloody, but my need to poz fuck his ass overrode any concern for Petey right then. All that mattered was wrecking his ass – plowing him deep – tearing it – making it mine. Petey’s body tensed and his little cheeks got hard and stiff and tried to press together as I pounded his hole and said, “TAKE MY FUCKING AIDS BONE DICK. YOUR PUSSY IS MINE NOW. MY LITTLE WHITE PUSSY. MARKING YOU WITH MY NUTT. THAT PUSSY JUST MADE FOR TOP DADDY DICK! IT’S MINE NOW. YOU BETTER NOT LET NO OTHER THUG RUN UP IN THIS SHIT. ONLY ME – YOU HEAR ME? [sLAP] HUH? THAT’S RIGHT. I POZZED IT – I OWN IT.” My sticky taffy dribbled like hot lava out of my piss slit and into Petey’s wrecked hole. It burned his guts and made him cry even harder and then at some point the little faggy passed out. I like to think because I fucked the life out of him, but could have been whatever shit he had been playing at earlier. Either way did not matter, as nothing changed and for round two I planned to bury my balls deep up that fuzzy little white peach ass and plant some more seed. The morning light filtered through the plastic and holes between the cardboard box walls, and I looked in amazement at Petey’s gaping hole. It was red, angry, puffy, bruised, raw, and wide open like the Holland Tunnel. I dropped back in it, Petey grunted, I dug around. Holy Christ, scraping his guts with my dick head, burrowing my poz cum into his walls, making his body shiver and cringe with every thrust kept my shit brick fucking hard! Petey was a natural little dick pig and rode me for a while and then I flipped him onto his back, lifted his legs and slammed his cunt. He tried to push me away but I had seen red on his ass lips last time I pulled out and that was like a matador’s cape to a bull. Petey coughed and tried to push me off him but there was no stopping me. Snot flew from his nose, his eyes watered, and as Lil’Petey started to beg, “Poz me, poz my ass, poz me,” I lifted his hips back and up so I could drop my full weight into his pucker with every push of my dick. I had Petey bent like a side show contortionist as I wrapped my hands around his throat, and looked into eyes as I said, “HERE COMES THAT AIDS BONE TRAIN. BREAKING THOSE TUNNEL WALLS. RUNNING THOSE RAILS. FEEL THIS BLACK LOCOMOTIVE DICK WRECKING THAT WHITE PUSSY. MAKING THAT CUNT BLEED FOR YOUR DADDY’S DICK. OPEN THAT MOUTH – TAKING MY COUGH SPIT – YOU MY BOY NOW PETEY, GOOD LIL’PETEY, TAKE DADDY’S DICK, TIGHTEN THAT HOLE UP SO I CAN BUST IT WIDE OPEN AGAIN, BREAK THAT RING, SHATTER THAT SHITTER, FILL YOU WITH MY NUTT – HERE IT COMES PETEY, HERE COMES DADDY’S NUTT….FILLING YOU UP…BACK THAT CABOOSE UP FOR THIS LOAD…SLOPPY FUCKING HOLE…DRIPPING DADDY’S JIZZ….FUCKING HELL BOY!!!” I laid curled up with Petey in his cardboard box shanty, my right arm protectively over him, his head nestled between my left arm and my chest, and my AIDs Bone buried in his cum filled ass. While I had let out my anger and hate fuck on Petey’s ass – at least the first load – the last load was well, not that. I liked the lil-dude. Something about his frail, sickly little body turned me the fuck on. Underneath the dirt, the funk, the homeless exterior was a warm hearted little man – my man – at least for the here and now. We napped, shared a cigarette, some of Petey’s noodles, and then as the heat of the day picked up I asked Petey if he wanted to go hang with me at the ABS. “No, can’t, I got to…to do some things today,” he said as he shyly looked at the ground. I could smell my nutt on him, my dick swelled again, I reached down and lifted his chin up so I could see his eyes, “You want me to come back later and see you?” Lil’Petey smiled yes and I was tempted to bang his hole out again right there in the middle of the weedy back yard. Instead, I smacked his ass, turned, and made my way back out through the fence and down the street. Lil’Petey might be my side piece now, but I still had business to attend to. It would be two more days before the youngin I fucked at the hotel said his daddies would be in town. Between now and then I planned to fuck as much ass as I could, and find more willing hole for my Wreckin-AIDs-Bone. Instead of hitting the ABS right off, I snatched one of the local rags off the newsstand and started scouring the classifieds. If things worked out like I thought they might, I would be in shape to get my own little place soon. Fuck, living on the streets adjusts your level of thinking of what you need to be happy and right now, just my own bed was sounding like the Taj Mahal. I hopped the subway up to Harlem and got off at 125th Street. My funk and unkempt appearance gave me plenty of elbow room on the train as well as a few glares and stares, or maybe it was because my anaconda kept trying to peek out my jeans as all I could think about was wrecking some more bussy. Once back on the streets I walked up and down several blocks, eyeing out some of the places I had seen ads for saying they have rooms or apartments to rent. One ad that had caught my eye because of the price, which I thought must be wrong at only $350 per month, sounded too good to be true. It boasted a private entrance through the alley behind 131st, ‘stand alone bungalow’, ‘private bath’, ‘needs love’ all that must be code for, ‘home of serial killer who will deflesh you in the tub and bury you in the basement and nobody will fucking know because the City of NYC won’t do shit about the stank’. I slowly walked by the front of the house and like me it had seen better days. While others on the block were restored or redone, this one looked like it had not been touched in a 100 years. The curtains were drawn; mail was piled up on the stoop, frankly looked sort of abandoned. I pulled out a cigarette and puffed away as I went down around the corner and then counted the backs of the town houses until I found the right one. There was a small, rusted metal gate set in the wall, I looked back and forth, no one was around, the gate was unlocked, so eased it open and stuck my head in. Right to the left of the gate was the place – what they called a bungalow was really a small shed. Might have been a horse stall at one time, but at some point someone added a regular door, some windows and this place looked as beat down as the main house. I decided to have a closer look. I peered in through the front window; saw a bed, door leading into a bathroom, a small table. The place looked clean, dry, and it could be mine. “May I help you young man?” a lady’s voice said as I spun around. Somebody’s grandma was standing 10 feet behind me, looking me up and down. She was dressed like she had just come from church, which made me self-conscious with how I looked right then. Luckily she went on, “Damndest thing. You the first one that’s actually come out to see my cottage. Can’t get them past the front door once they hear it’s in the back. I know, I know, it’s not much, but my Henry, well he built it good and strong. It stays warm in the winter and cool in the summer, and well, I got more room already than I can use, so figured why not help someone out a little.” Her smile reminded me of the way my momma used to smile before…back when…oh hell. “Yes Ma’am, I’m new…newish to town and well…” hell what do I say. She waved her hand, “Go on in, take a look.” I opened the door, cautious not to get my dirty sneakers on the small area rug and looked around. There was no kitchen of any sort, just what I had seen from the window, but like I said, when you got nothing, this was all I dreamed for right then. The old lady excitedly gave me the grand tour, pointing out every little bit of love her husband Henry had put into making her little cottage, which she used to use to paint in before the arthritis took hold. I was lost in my thoughts when she asked again, “So you interested? Can be yours if you want it.” I patted my pocket, I had enough cash on hand for the first month and more back in the chip bag in the ground, but what if that was all I got for a while? My only hope was if the freak daddies came through. “Umm, I do, I really do. I need a place something bad, but…well…It may be a couple more days before I have enough money…and…” She waved her hand, “Hush, no problem at all. Tell you what. You got a dollar? Give me a dollar for the deposit and I will hold it for you until you come back. How’s that sound?” I couldn’t help but smile. Then my fear hit me like a hammer on an anvil so I blurted out, “I don’t sell dope and none of that shit, or run with the gangs, but I am…well I…I like guys… so if I had friends over it might be a guy – no big party or nothing – but just a friend, a buddy I know…I…” The old lady laughed, “Honey, I appreciate you telling me all that. I really do. That’s good. All good. And frankly having a nice man like yourself back here with your friends will make me feel safer. I look forward to meeting him.” I was on fucking Cloud-9 when I got back on the subway. Could this happen? Could a down and out thug fucker like me get a head a little? I had pictures swimming in my head of me and Lil’Petey in the old lady’s cottage. I smiled. I had never thought about being with a guy like that before – fucking ass yeah – but not like together together. But that shit felt right.

In the recent EU referendum here in the UK I voted to stay. When I heard the country had voted to leave I was angry. Yada yada yada get onto the bit about fucking and breeding!! When I heard the news at 5am I was in a sauna in London. This guy had been following me around for a bit, but I'd been avoiding him because his cock was like 9 inches plus and girthy... a bit much for me usually. But the bad news just flicked a switch in my head: I want the biggest cock I can find and fuck it if it hurts. So Girthy Man and me ended up in a room together - I told him to keep the door open in case others wanted to watch - he bent me over and frankly he was as rough as his cock was girthy. He struggled to get it in me at first - I guess anger makes me tight ha ha - and up til that point I'd just used spit. Lube added, and he opened me up nicely... I say nicely. It did fucking hurt, and he wasn't gentle, and I didn't fucking care. Just found that sweet self-destructive part inside of me, and let him fucking destroy me. No words, no changing positions to get comfy, just him pounding me for about 15 minutes, hand between my shoulder blades holing me down. At one point I gritted my teeth and just said: 'Harder' - I could feel myself wanting to stop so I had to fight it - but he ignored me and kept the same rhythm, same intensity. He didn't give a fuck about what I wanted at all. Just at the point where I was starting to give up, he suddenly blasted into me, and changed to long, slow, pounding to maximise his pleasure of jizzing into me. His cum instantly eased my soreness, instantly made me feel all better. And then he was done. Pulled out. Walked off. I'm left ass gaping and dripping, and despite the cum easing me, my ass still hurt. Joyous pain. Fucking yes. Saw him in the changing rooms about 10 minutes later. He'd heard the news now too. Looked happy. Turned out he'd voted to leave. Ha ha fucking perfect, story of my fucking life.

So I go to the bath house in Wilmington Ca. most Wednesdays during the day. I was there two weeks ago and had a great time with two guys (separately) who had enormous cocks. The last guy, a big strapping black stud with a huge cock, must have been 9 inches or more, fat from base to head. Damn he felt so good in my pussy. I gave him my number and he said he was free on Wednesdays. So I text him on Tuesday and he says 1 pm Wednesday is good. Well 1 pm rolls around and he doesn't answer my texts. So, fuck it! There's more cock out there, I thought, and left for the bath house. Got there at around 1:30 pm afternoon (which is really late) and had to get on the waiting list for a room. By the time I got there, there wasn't much going on. The few men who were there weren't my type. Sucked some cock while I waited and then finally got a room around 3 pm. That gave me 2 hours before I had to be somewhere. It was almost 4:45 pm and I thought "Well fuck!" this was a waist of time. Just then a hot tall dark haired stud walks by and checks out my ass, but keeps going. I roll out of the bed and look down the hall. He looks back and turns around, smiles and comes back. He was over 6 feet tall and middle aged, decent good looks, average body, but I couldn't see his cock under the towel. He says, "Turn over and let me see that ass." I obey and turn over. Before I can see his cock he climbs on top of me and rubs his cock between my ass cheeks. He's a big guy and I can tell he's well hung but can't tell if he's got 8 inches or more. So then he says, "You like how my cock feels rubbing against your ass?" And I answer, "Yes, but I'd like it even better if it was inside me." So after a few minutes he reaches for a condom. I WAS SO BUMMED! Then he slowly but steadily put his cock in my pussy. It kept going deeper and deeper. He was moaning, I was moaning. He says, "Women never feel this good!" He must be Bi. Damn he felt so good, I could tell he had a thick cock and it was going deep inside my pussy. After about 20 minutes of deep fucking me, 1st lying flat, then on my knees. He says, "I need to take a break or I'll cum, and I don't want to cum yet." Bummer, but I understand. He pulls out and I see he used the condom as a cock ring and he was raw up inside me. All 10 inches of him. Damn he had an awesome cock! So he leaves and I go upstairs and shower. I came back to my room, opened my locker, and was about to get dressed to leave, when a handsome blond man walks by and checks out my ass. He grabs my cock and smiles, I grab his and he smiles again. Then we made out. He became very passionate as we kissed and his cock began to grow under his towel. I pulled it out and to my surprise this guy had a long cock, 9 inches at least. He loved kissing and I kissed him on the neck and sucked on his tongue. His beard felt like sandpaper and he reminded me of an old boyfriend who was a super fucker and his high level of testosterone also gave him a rough beard, just like this guys. After swallowing his massive cock from my knees for a few minutes I turned to give him my ass. He slid his bare cock in me while I was still standing. He held my arms from behind and pumped my hole. I suggested that I flip over on my back so we could look at each other and continue to kiss but he said he liked fucking me from behind. So we kept fucking standing up for a while, while he fucked me and kissed the back of my neck, then I moved closer to the bed and I got my knees up on the bed while he continued to stand behind me. Then he started having fun, pulling all the way out and shoving it deep in me. I wiggled my ass and he corkscrewed his cock in me. He kept it up for a while, moaning and making me moan, and then as his breathing became faster he climaxed and I could feel his cock head throb inside me as he dumped his load deep in my pussy. Then he said, he wanted me to shoot too, so as I worked my cock, he kept his cock in me and began to pump it, growing harder as he went, till I shot my load. Then, as I lay there panting, he kissed me again with his rough beard. I thanked him and he thanked me. It was well after 5 pm and I had to leave. Hope to fuck them both again.

Nothing hotter than being fucked in a dark room and having no clue whose doing the fucking. A few weeks ago at Cumunion I was in a sling in a dark room and multiple guys fucked and bred me. I have no clue who they were. Make my cock hard just thinking about it.

More of this story please. One of the best I have read in a while... Great Job !

brilliant story, more please

So after years of being quite the slut, I fell in love with a woman and was not out there for over two years. And then.... Last month my hole was just desperate for loving....I partied a little to reduce my inhibitions and make me even hornier, went to the local ABS, and found a decent looking guy with a big thick cock. I sucked him a while with my pants down showing my jock, and eventually he reached around to feel my lubed hole. He spun me around and thrust his 8x6 cock deep in me for 10 blissful minutes, until he shot a nice load inside me. This only whet my appetite. So I went on Grindr for the first time, found a young guy 5 minutes away, and sucked his cock until he came. A little more inhibition lowering, and I sat down on his cock and rode it until I got load 2. Now I was really horny, and Grindr proved perfect. Had three guys consecutively come over to my house, where I bent over the couch and took load after load. Then found a guy at a local hotel who wanted a threesome. Well, it became a foursome...and two of the guys had huge thick cocks. After being tag teamed for almost an hour, they asked if I was loose enough for a DP! And I was! awesome stretching time!!! I thought i was done, but one last grindr guy was desperate so I went home and took one last load. I love love love the feeling of cum dripping out of my hole! Haven't gone back out there since, but my hole is twitching.....

Love it. Took 5 cocks in the sling during Tel Aviv Pride a few weeks ago.

The man behind Luke held him close, with his spent, venomous dick still impaling the jock strap-clad god. His whiskered face nuzzled Luke’s neck and kissed him, as Luke’s cock drooled onto the floor. Luke relished the semen-soaked, semen-filled moment. “Fuck. I need more of this, guys. I need your dicks. I need your cum. I need your piss. Hell, I might even need your fists. This is fucking amazing, I don’t want to ever leave this goddam place,” Luke exclaimed with a smile, as if exhaling years of his pent-up sexual energy. Suddenly, the door to the restroom slammed open with a kick. Flashlights illuminated the dim, tiled room as a voice boomed “Police. Nobody move, and keep your hands where we can see them.” Panic set in among the men. The man behind Luke released Luke from his embrace and quickly backed his cock out of Luke’s abused hole. A glob of frothy cum escaped and ran down Luke’s leg. “OK, guys, fun’s over. Put on your clothes. You’re under arrest.” *********************************************************************** A few hours later, Luke told Billy “My parents are going to murder me,” as they sat among their sleazy cohorts, drunks, hookers and junkies in the crowded cell. He held back tears. “I’m also probably going to lose my job,” he added. “You need to chill the fuck out. You’re Steve’s property now anyway. His whore. You don’t need your parents or your job or any of the other bullshit you have. All you need is more dick in your ruined cunt. You and I are born to be whores; we're just doing our thing,” Billy smirked. A guard came in and called a few names, including Billy’s and Luke’s. “Bail’s been posted. You men are getting out.” “Thank god,” Luke remarked as they got up and walked out of the jail to find Steve standing on the sidewalk. "Nicely done, fellas," Steve remarked, greeted Billy and Luke with a grin. Luke hugged Steve and tried not to cry. ************************************************************************ The next morning, Luke awoke in Steve’s bed thirsty and with a sore throat. Laying there naked, he could feel dried cum crust all over his body: around his hole, down his legs, on his face, and in his hair. His ass was sore from the intense public restroom fuck session he’d endured hours earlier. He smelled of piss, sweat, and urine. Picking up his phone from the bedside table he found a text from his roommate: “You ok? Where are you?” Luke scratched down to the base of his soft shaft. He suddenly felt a familiar stinging sensation in his pubes. He knew the feeling immediately: crabs. “Shit,” he said to himself, recalling the one time in college he’d dealt with a case of the fuckers. “Yeah, I’m fine” Luke lied in his responsive text, “Met a trick last night after beers and stayed over. See you tonight.” His phone then vibrated with a text from Billy. “Warning: I’ve got a rash all over my cock right now dude and I’m pretty sure I just pissed fire, lol. Last night was fun. Loved watching that full blown guy dump a load in you, SLUT! ” The words weighed heavy on Luke. Luke thought to himself, “This is rock bottom.” Steve rolled over and spooned Luke from behind, his massive morning wood pressing against Luke’s ass, and asked “How you feeling, stud? “Shitty. Toxic, like I know I am. I’ve got fucking crabs. I can feel em. And Billy just texted me about STDs he’s got. What the fuck have I done?” Steve kissed Luke’s neck and started grinding his dick against Luke’s crusty body, cooing “Relax. It’s your nature now, baby. I planted my hot seed in you on Friday, and look how it’s grown. Quickly, I might add. My DNA has changed you. You need toxic cum now. You’ve gotten the taste for it and now you’re addicted.” Luke thought about Steve’s words and was torn. His mind told him this was ridiculous sex chat, but his body affirmed everything Steve said. Luke’s dick began to harden at the notion he needed STD-ridden loads, even as he pondered aloud “This is crazy. I’m throwing everything away, I’ve got a fucking record now… for what?” “My jizz. My loads. Forever,” Steve quietly answered, whispering to Luke as he kissed dry cum covered neck. “Be my whore. Quit your job. Move in with me. I’ll take care of you. Just be my whore forever.” Some of the energy he’d felt in that park restroom began to fill him again, bringing him back from the brink. Maybe he had found new life in Steve, but he nevertheless replied "I don’t know, I really don't. It's hot to think about and all, but unrealistically...." Steve cupped his hand over Luke’s mouth to quiet him, and aligned his dick against Luke’s cum-crusted hole, urging “Just take my dick now, and we’ll figure it out later,” as he pressed his cock into Luke's abused hole. Luke relished submitting control, worry and fear as Steve dominated him. He loved feeling Steve's massive dick enter his tender sex chute. He pressed back until he felt Steve's pubes against Luke's lower back, grunting "Oh fuck yeah," although his voice was somewhat muffled by Steve's palm over his lips. Steve pushed and pulled his long, fat cock slowly into and out of Luke’s bubble butt. After about five minutes of this restrained fucking, Steve announced “I’m gonna cum in your ass, Luke, mark you again. You are mine, and we are one, now and always.” Luke's eyes rolled back in ecstasy knowing he was taking Steve's load again. Steve's radioactive dick spurted volley after volley of hot, toxic semen deep into Luke's guts.

Are we going to get more? I hope so because with how many loads I've shot to these parts I can only imagine how many I'll shoot to the rest of it!

Like piss a lot - pissing in a mouth or butt. Like pissing in a bottle and drinking or swapping. Love to drink piss or take it in my butt. Love deep rimming and learning to enjoy shit a lot.

hot

Amazing story

Sometimes I want nothing more than a BJ, but more often than not, I wanna fuck, too...and if I'm fucking, I wanna cum in a fuckhole...if the guy is really eager to taste my cum, he can lick my dick clean after.

LOVE putting on a show at the bath house... I love when a group of guys take turns on me on the fuck bench or the public sling at steamworks.

I go along with you. I believe very strongly that we should take responsibility for our choices. Blame is such a turn off to me. I'm poz because I like raw cock. It's no one's fault but my own. And then I'm very greatful that we have meds today that keep it from killing us.

I like to have bottoms piss themselves while getting fucked, too. I prefer to do it in my sling with plastic and a towel on the floor. I piss fuck many of my guys. And have been known to drink it out of the ass of the right one...

I'm a big fan of poppers, but I don't get this video? It wasn't hot at all really. Am I missing something?

“You!” I said, and it exploded out of me. “Oh, fuck... You!” Bill’s smile was a slow, dangerous thing. He reached around the back of my neck and squeezed once. “Good boy,” he said. Behind me, Mac’s tongue slipped form between my spread ass cheeks and he rose, huffing. My whole body sagged as his tongue pleasure/torture stopped. “There’s gratitude,” he said, but he sounded more amused than anything else. I couldn’t look away from Bill’s gaze – his dark eyes, the small lines around them, the dark hair greying just a bit at the temples, and the hard, masculine angles of his face. Beyond him, I saw Mac climb onto the bed where Mark was tied up. Robert, still lying on his back, nodded at him, and then reached out and almost lazily tickled Mark’s exposed underarm, making him jolt up against his bindings. Bill’s hand slid down my arm, and he started to untie my wrist. He did one, then the other, and then moved behind me. As his fingers brushed the taped rope around my ankles, I watched Mac spit once onto Mark’s already slick pucker, then line up his dick and slowly push himself inside. Mark’s body tensed and curled, but the sound that came deep from his throat was guttural and definitely one of pleasure. My other ankle was freed, and then Bill’s rough, calloused hand slid around my waist and pulled me. I awkwardly got down from the chair – my legs and arms felt like rubber, spongy and weak from my thrashing – and his arms wrapped tight around me from behind, turning me to face the four poster bed for a moment. His hard-on pressed against the small of my back, and the heat from his hairy body was electric. He was squeezing me tight enough that it was just shy of uncomfortable. “Look how happy that boy is,” Bill said into my ear, and I watched as Mac began to pick up the pace. He’d taken Mark’s shoulders in his hands, and was bucking into him with long, gyrating thrusts that made Mark’s chew at the gag in his mouth. Mac smiled at me as Bill started to walk me backwards out of the room. In the hall, Andrew passed by, naked, heading toward the room we’d just vacated. He didn’t say a word, and I knew he was waiting for his turn with Mark. From the far end of the hall, I could hear Big Al’s voice, and just barely heard the gurgle that was likely the result of him face-fucking Tim. I was shaking. No doubt Bill could tell, but he continued to steer me, and pushed through the middle door in the hall, where a bed waited that was only slightly askew. This must have been the room Robert and Mac had been in, judging from the clothes on the floor. “Boy, from the first time I saw you, I wanted you,” Bill said, and he gave me a little shove. I fell onto the bed, stomach first. “And seeing that whore ass now, I’m not sure I’m ever going to let you go.” I shivered again, and rolled onto my back, looking up at him. He was standing over me, his dick hard and its purple swollen cockhead almost spilling a single drop of precome. His thick, strong body, dusted with that dark hair, seemed tensed and ready to spring. And his smile wasn’t entirely kind. I bit my lip. What was I thinking? Maybe this was a mistake. “Tim,” I said, not sure what else to say. Bill smirked. “Tim knows what he is.” As he spoke, he moved forward slowly but purposefully, and I slid back further onto the bed. He got onto the bed between my legs, and his hands slid up and down my calves, before sliding under them and starting to lift. “Tim’s a good fuckbuddy. But you’re a boy. A whore boy. Whore boys need daddies to keep ‘em in line. And keep others lined up for ‘em. But a boy has to belong to one daddy, that’s for damn sure.” I was breathing so rapidly I could barely catch my breath. He lifted my legs, then gripped both ankles with one hand while he tugged a pillow from the head of the bed and pushed it under the small of my back, then did it again. My chin was pressed against my chest to look at him above me, and he nodded at my legs in his hand. “Grab your legs, whore boy,” he said. I obeyed on some reflex born deep. I shivered again. Mac’s assault on my ass had been one thing, and had turned me on so completely I’d agreed to... Oh my god, what I was agreeing to... This was insane! I had to stop this, I had to – Mac buried his mouth on my raised pucker, wrapping his hairy arms around my waist and tugging me up against his face. Coherent thought vanished almost immediately, and I was writhing and bucking against the hot feel of his tongue drilling into me. “Yeah, that’s a whore boy,” Bill said, coming up for air for just a moment. “You’re going to be my whore boy, aren’t you?” “Yes!” I yelled the word, and Bill’s grin was triumphant and feral. He buried his tongue in me again, licking, biting, shaking his head, swiping with his tongue, spitting, slurping, and making me thrash and grind myself for a few minutes more, until I started to speak, utterly out of my mind with what he was doing. “Oh! God! Fuck me! Please! Fuck me! God, ruin me! I’ll be your boy! Your whore boy! Please! Oh! Please fuck me and ruin me oh God!” He shifted so fast the reality took a moment to sink in. One moment his tongue was driving me wild, the next both of his thick hairy arms were to either side of my head, pinning my face between them and forcing me to look right up and into his eyes, and his hard cock was pushing hard into me, with nothing but the last few remnants of Big Al’s spunk, and a whole lot of saliva, between us. He entered me with a single, deep shove that made me cry out in an animal way, then held perfectly still, his dick buried inside me, eyes locked on mine. “Fuck!” I gasped. He nodded. “Yeah, boy. Now I fuck you. Now I make you mine.” And he did. He started to fuck me with strong, even thrusts, pulling almost out before burying himself back in. The angles the pillows made were perfect – he obviously knew what he was doing – and every stroke sent incredible sparks up and down my spine. I couldn’t think. Couldn’t concentrate. He shifted his arms, first took my face in his hands ,then turned his hands so his thumbs both slipped into my mouth, and while I sucked on them, he increased the pace of his fuck, going faster, and harder, with every grunt. Our skin grew slick against each other, and his dick – though it hit just right and was making me crazy with how he rubbed me inside – was growing painful as it pounded into my ass. He was smiling, this man who was fucking me raw and who had chosen me in some way the first time Tim had introduced us. It wasn’t a friendly smile, but a possessive one, and angry. He was grunting louder now, and his sweat dripped down onto me as his thrusts grew even harder, and I started to whimper around his thumbs. I let go of my legs, and wrapped them around the back of his ass, pulling him into me, hoping he could understand what that meant. My hands gripped at his shoulders and made a low, moaning noise around his thumbs. He pulled his thumbs free, and when my mouth opened, he spit into it. I stared in shock, and he growled at me, grinding his cock into me with a force that made me whimper. “Yeah, you’re ready, aren’t you whore boy? You’re ready for daddy to make you his? You want me to ruin you now, don’t you boy?” “Ruin me!” I begged him, and he buried his dick to the balls and his hot load burst deep inside me.

I whimpered. I twisted and writhed. I closed my eyes and bit my lip and groaned deep in my chest, but Mac’s tongue didn’t seem to tire in the slightest. His hands were gripping my ass cheeks and his strong thumbs were holding them apart while he drove his tongue into me with a series of deep and hot strokes that seemed designed to drive me insane. The litany of filthy talk that Bill was pouring into my ear wasn’t helping me control myself, either. “Oh, baby, give in,” Bill said, and I could hear the teasing promise of relief. My dick ached it was so hard again, and my back twisted as I tried to find a position that didn’t make me feel so completely vulnerable and totally fuckable. This was crazy. What was I doing? Mac’s tongue drilled in particularly deep and wet, and my whole body shook, my mouth dropped open, and I heard myself say, “Please!” Big Al laughed, and I glanced at him, feeling a shameful heat rush to my face. “I’m gonna go check on Tim. Maybe fuck his face a while,” the huge man said, and left the room. His voice trailed after him, a bit louder from the hallway, “I’ll tell Andrew where to find you.” From the four-poster bed, Robert began to grunt loudly as he continued to hammer his dick into the prone – and bound – and blindfolded – Mark. Bill turned my head to make me look at the scene on the bed. Robert was slick with sweat, his blond chest hair now dark with it, and Mark was covered in a sheen of perspiration of his own. His head sagged under the onslaught that Robert was delivering. Robert’s arm shifted, wrapping around Mark’s neck, and he pulled hard on him, still thrusting in short rough bursts. “Tell me you fucking want it, boy!” he nearly yelled into Mark’s ear. I heard Mark’s gagged reply – “Efffffff, Uhhhrrrr!” – as I saw Robert ram himself in deep and growl out a long, low, “Fuck!” He’d just come deep inside Mark. “Yeah,” Bill said, his voice excited. “That’s what you want, isn’t it, boy?” Behind me, Mac’s tongue circled, twisted, licked, dove – I was nearly sobbing now, hyperventilating in my attempt to suck in a completely breath. On the bed, Mark had collapsed as much as his bound limbs would let him, and Robert rolled off him. His dick came free with a slurping sound, and I saw the spunk dribble down his thick shaft as the hairy sweaty man lay on his back beside the prone young man. I twisted and writhed on the hot wet tongue drilling into my pucker. Bill took both sides of my head and met my gaze, smiling almost cruelly. “Think how that’d feel, boy – all those cocks, all that freedom....” He leaned in closer. “Tim loves it, and he knew you’d love it, too.” Behind me, Mac buried his tongue deep and flicked it inside my hole. I could feel the mix of cum and spit dripping onto his chin, and I let out a groan of animal need. My ass wasn’t full enough. A tongue was always like this – it drove me mad, wanted me to be more full, wanted that slick wet heat to be something thicker, harder, and longer. “Look at your friend,” Bill said. “Ever seen him more relaxed?” Bill turned my head to look at where Mark lay. His back was moving slowly, taking in huge slow breaths on the bed. His legs and arms sagged in the ropes, and his little round ass – now rubbed raw and red from the hairy men who’d topped him – was wet with sweat and spunk. I groaned with frustration and need. “Fuck!” I nearly screamed the word. Mac’s tongue darted just right and I shivered bodily again. “Oh, fuck! Please!” I was nearly crying. Any moment now I would be. “You want a dick in your whore boy ass, don’t you, boy?” Bill asked, in a deeply amused tone. “Yes!” I begged, “Yes!” I clenched my jaw, pushed my ass back hard onto Mac’s face. I could feel him rooting in my pucker like a man possessed. I felt my eyes fill with frustrated tears. “You’ve had the only clean dick in the house,” Bill said. I sobbed. “So,” Bill said, leaning in close again, and wrapping his rough hand around the back of my neck. “You’re going to have to ask us for our dirty cocks. You’re going to have to ask all of us to ruin your hole with our dirty, hard, raw, rough,” each word was punctuated with a shake of my neck, “mean, daddy cocks.” Mac’s tongue drilled and twisted, and I squirmed and writhed. Insane. This was insane. I shivered again, shook, and then - “Please!” I yelled. “Please! Ruin me! Fuck me! Please, god, please!” Mac didn’t stop for a moment. I was definitely crying now. “Who first?” Bill asked, his smile wicked, as he added “But understand, boy, you’re asking for all of us, eventually.”

Tonight I traveled to the tops' apartments - Got fucked by 5 guys in about 3 hours and got 4 loads... By the last two fucks there was a puddle of cum under where we fucked I had so much in my ass...