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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.

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...

I've actually sat in a trough urinal and been pissed on and drank piss and just sat there for well over an hour. Funny seeing some guys get a little weirded out and go and take a piss in the cubicle or the furthest they can away from me in the urinal, but plenty of guys more than happy to give me their golden showers. That was in one of the sex clubs in Gran Canaria. I've also been to a Lab.Oratory piss night in Berlin.... AMAZING!!!!!!!!! The entire place is just everyone free flowing with piss that you're walking in a river of it by the end of the night. Didn't need a trough for that one! Even their non-piss nights have still been very golden in my experiences there.

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

I have let a top use a condom to delay his orgasm but always end up finishing with him blowing his load inside me raw. There is something intrinsically hot about starting out safe but finishing up bareback. I once had a top who agreed to a bareback hookup but then insisted on wearing a condom when he showed up. His attitude pissed me off so I pulled the condom off while we were changing positions and guess what? -- he plunged back into me raw without any hesitation. After he blew his load inside me he lectured me on the irresponsibility of bareback sex. I told him if he really felt that way than he should have stopped fucking me when I removed his condom. I showed him the the door and then blocked him on the app where were met. Nothing worse than dealing with breeder guilt . . .

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!

I have a fuck buddy and the two of us have been fucking for years. We both like a little smoke and cocktail before we begin. I'm generally attracted to masculine men who either have a slamming body, a hairy chest or an enormous cock. My buddy is not as masculine as I'm usually attracted to but he has 9 inches. So.. And "Damn, he can fuck!" We fucked for about an hour just now. Standing up first, then on my back, then doggie style. He says he came 7 times. My hole feel violated. Mmm.. I should rest.. unless you want to pump another load in me

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.

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.

As a bottom, when a raw dick is in my hole I am assuming that the top's got it in there in order to dump his seed in me. I would never ask a raw top to pull out and it's just a waste of good cum if it doesn't end up in my hole! On those rare occasions that I'm the top - if my raw dick is going into your hole you should expect to get my load deposited deeply inside of you.

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.

Now that sounds like a great way to spend an afternoon. Fucking a hot dude in a book store and being blown.

That is so fucking hot!

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

brilliant story, more please

Previously... So there I was bearing a tray of MDMA and trussed up better than a leather-freak at Folsom. I looked down at the jutting oak-beam staircase, hearing the throbbing house beats coming from below and thought “better begin my descent…” Right so... Taking it easy, I descended down the steps. Someone was playing some slick R&B and it took me a while to figure out the song just before the chorus struck – “No Diggity!” Ah of course! I was a little annoyed with myself that I didn’t get it quicker, but I was mostly concentrating on getting down the precarious stairs without falling flat on my face… or worse, spilling the drugs. First thing I thought, heading down, was “fuck it’s hot with all this gear on”. The room temperature didn’t help and I guess having a lot of guys fucking in a confined space for the last six hours will heat things up literally. The lighting was also really dim and I could barely see out of the mask. On the last step I tripped and almost dropped all the drugs when I was suddenly grabbed by two stunning black guys. Both were wearing just jockstraps and had dark black skin. The slightly shorter and more muscular one greeted me with a camp raspy cockney accent. “Alright mate, or should I say mister Dealer Dog, I’m Jay, and that’s Karl”. He pointed at the somewhat stoic taller guy. Jay had that classic cockney accent like a black Del-Boy from Only Fools and Horses. “Good thing we caught you innit? Don’t want you messing up all that sweet powder” He rattled on, “anyways we thought we’d come here and see what her Majesty has brought us. After all, we tradesfolk have got to stick together eh?” and with that ran a finger down my chest to my belly-button. Pulling his finger back, he licked it teasingly and asked, “may I?” I nodded and he deftly bent over and snorted a line of MDMA off the tray. He passed the rolled twenty-pound note to Karl who looked back at him for reassurance and then hesitantly ducked down. He raised a manicured eye-brow, both of the guys had artfully maintained facial hair, with Jay sporting a little soulpatch and Karl with a goatee. “Our Karl here, is a bit new to the scene” he said apologetically, “but we’re both not here for our conversation abilities…” at this point he grabbed my hand and slipped it down his own jockstrap. Wow. That was a lot of cock. Still not breaking rhythm, Jay had continued, “…two twelve inch West Indian tops and now with the Cialis from earlier kickin’ in, we’ll be the bulls of the party, so ya better hide your kids and hide your wife…” I chuckled at his joke and was about to ask him about the whole “bull” theme, but Jay had once again picked up his patter. “…Maybe after that we’ll have to have a look at what’s hiding under all that leather darling” He ran his fingers up and down my stomach. I quivered, partly from the attention and partly cause I love a good cockney accent, like how his “darling” sounded to me like “darlink”. He reminded me of this rough east-end couple I spent a weekend with in London somewhere in Brixton. I never knew where exactly – they had a taxi pick me up from London Bridge and drop me off there in a drug haze three days later. They lived in a rough neighbourhood but they were minted. They just were both whorish bottoms who loved their cocaine, and my dick up their ass while they topped eachother. Remembering that sweaty coke-fuelled scene, I made a low throaty growl. He smiled and continued “Well it seems this pup likes his tummy rubbed, but that’s for later. Right now, follow me” Jay quickly linked my arm and motioned me over to the kitchen counter. I could see shapes at the other end of the kitchen – seeing through the mask and the dim lighting was tough, but I thought I could make out two couples fucking. Jay set the tray down on the counter and began nonchalantly scraping an MDMA pile with a butterknife. I looked past him to see that Karl was effectively blocking anyone’s view of Jay’s pilfering, as he scraped up 6 lines worth of powder into a little plastic baggy. He continued, “…y’see, Yours truly has a good relationship with her Highness up there” he nodded back up the staircase, “and while I always have a wonderful time pounding all the ass she offers, it can get a little wearying and I need to stash away all the chemical help I can get.” He nodded toward to the humping shapes in the corner. “Especially when this greedy bunch are done with it…” Opening another baggy (I don’t know to this day where he kept them!), Jay scooped out a bump and snorted it, adding afterward “just a little coke for the road, cause I can bet you, now that she’s sent you down here to the herd”, again he nodded toward the staircase, “she’ll want someone to help her open up that pale-assed rugby player.” I laughed and said my first word to Jay since I met him, which was some achievement as that lad was in full coked-up babble-mode. “Hugo?” Jay turned to me and laughed, “sweetheart, when your host has a fetish, no, no, a life-calling, to see Big…(he took a breath for effect – Jay was nothing if not dramatic), Black…. (another dramatic pause) Cock… disappear into pale Irish-boys’ asses, all while she’s spun high on all the letters of the alphabet. Well lets just say, I don’t have to worry about competition from some dildo! I mean why else would he fly us over here for every party.” I nodded, it was pretty much the only reaction I could give in the dog mask. “…although I may need to worry about competition from you”, he continued, stepping close to rub my leather encased cock. With Jay’s attention, and also with the healthy dose of Caverject, my meat sprang to life and strained against the jock. I groaned as Jay’s quick hands unbuttoned the leather jock-covering and let me free. Jay motioned Karl to stand in from of both of us and then whispered in Karl’s ear. He duly got to his knees and fished out Jay’s cock to position it semi-hard beside mine. Wordlessly he started jacking us both. I looked down at my pale pink-headed glistening cock with Karl’s mahogany fingers working me up and down, and I started to see the appeal of Simon’s fetish. From a pure aesthetic point of view, the contrast of pale white (and they don’t get much paler than Northern Irish lads) and the deep black of these two lads, was something elegant and yet lustful. The kinda thing you’d see for sale as a coffee-table book in the gay section in Waterstones bookshop with some poncy title like “Ebony and Ivory by Richard Mapplethorpe” – C’mon lads, we all know it’s fucking porn, don’t pretend it’s art! The contrast between Jay’s and my cock grew (literally as well as figuratively) as Karl jacked us to hardness. Now I could see he wasn’t exaggerating and had at least two inches on me. Pushing us both together with our backs against the kitchen counter, Karl struggled to fit us both into his mouth. Now that was fucking hot. I looked down at my white cock by Jay’s thick black meat –his was hardening up to be also about an inch wider in girth – and as I’ve mentioned before, I’m very girthy. Poor Karl only managed to fit about the top third of our cocks into his mouth. I ran my finger down along his goatee and tried to stick my thumb in beside my cock – I couldn’t – his lips were stretched completely taut around the both of us. I turned to face Jay. “Well Jay?” “I think that’s at least ten inches, and I think we’re going to have to teach Karl a lesson in deep throating. Wanna go first Mister Dog Man?” As he said that the MDMA was enhancing every movement Karl made with my cock. I couldn’t remember it ever being so sensitive. Jay was following an easy cock-pumping rhythm with Karl’s mouth, in counterpoint to my own. The tightness, and Karl’s tongue trying to rub under first my cockhead and then Jay’s. It was all a stimulus overload. Jay asked again “do you want to go first?” I replied, “kiss me and I’ll do whatever you say…” and with that I pulled the dog mask up till the snout was covering my eyes and freeing up my mouth. Jay smiled and leaned into me… Total stimulus overload… Oh fuck! Jay’s pillowy black lips and tongue began invading my mouth. I was sweating profusely under the chaps and mask, and it felt like the sweat was joining the MDMA and I was awash with some sort of joy liquid that was seeping out of my every pore. Running his fingers across my chest, running the sweat droplets on my chest into little rivulets, it felt like Jay was tracing some pleasure tattoo on my skin, and everywhere he touched, shone. Running his fingers up over the harness and down my back, he worked his way down to the small of my back. There I had laces that Iain had secured to keep my chaps on. Running his index finger across each taut lace like a slow guitar player, Jay teased me with his tongue, swooping in and then feather light. Meanwhile I felt the muffled slurping from Karl below. Fucking heaven! Jays fingers eventually past all the laces and down to my sweaty exposed ass. He pulled back his fingers for a second and then sought out my hole, so I moved my legs further apart to give him access. Oddly his fingers felt already lubed up as he started to work my ring – I guessed it was my sweat. Shortly after that I relaxed and gave him some more access and felt a gritty burning sensation as his fingers worked themselves, one, then two inside. “Hmm…” I pulled back from the kiss and the fingerfuck more than a bit quizzical. I wasn’t a fool and knew a booty bump when I felt it. Which admittedly was only the second times I’d done one. “What the fuck was on your fingers Jay?” He chuckled and raised his eyebrows. “How about you guess Dog Boy?” “Well I’m not here to be fucked” I remonstrated gently but firmly, “so let’s give Karl more attention here” and with that I pulled the dog mask back down. Turning back to the younger of the two, I pushed my cock forcefully to the back of his mouth, dislodging Jay. It was more than a little bit on-purpose, cause while I was all for chemmed-up fun, it needed to be on my terms. I needed to know what I was putting in my body, and I needed to make that informed choice. Below Karl gagged but then managed to keep me in. I smiled at him encouragingly. I was getting a bit more of my cock into his throat with each thrust. Karl definitely knew what he was putting in his body, which I hoped would progress to being all ten inches of me, very soon. As I refocussed on Karl, Jay whispered into my ear “sorry Dog Man, I didn’t mean to be rude, let me repair the situation” and with that he ducked down to the floor. Next thing I know, while I’m really properly starting to test Karl’s gag reflexes (short answer – pretty decent control for a kid his age – I later found out he was just 19 and straight seemingly???), I feel a rasping tongue at my crack. Jay was down there to eat out all of what he bumped into me. Fucking awesome sauce!! With the MDMA I could already feel every lap of Jay’s tongue as he pulled my ass-cheeks apart and dove deep. Legs splayed and propped between two hot black guys licking and sucking from both ends, I was in heaven. My ass was starting to feel tingly and warm from Jay and whatever he was now trying to lap out of it. I could do this all night… Beep beep. Next thing we all heard, was a beeping intercom noise and Simon’s disembodied voice requesting “Jay and Karl, please report to the master bedroom” The boys disengaged. Jay looks up at me with a wet smile, “Tubi Kunhinew Igess?” I looked at him quizzically, “what?” He swallowed and tried to be clearer, “tu be conthinued, I guess. Thuck! That cuk’s making ny tung numg” I laughed at him and helped him and Karl stand up. I said “I should probably deliver this MDMA anyways” as I waved them off and turned back to the tray. Looking at the forms at the end of the kitchen I could make out two couples both in end-game fucking. They seemed fairly preoccupied, so I decided to turn toward the living room area instead and see who I could meet. Holding the tray in front of me (almost like a shield between me and the room) I saw four guys on a couch and two others were further over behind the bookcase. Oh nice one! I immediately noticed some familiar faces from the bar. On the couch looking from left to right, it was none other than Sven the Nordic barman was being blown by the hot Germanic lad from the bar, who was on all fours stretched across a guy I couldn’t see but who had a beautiful 8 inch cock with blond pubes, and to his right was a fourth young looking brunette guy who was rimming the German. Blond pubes was hidden cause he was on the other side of the Teutonic stallion giving him head and so his lower half was scooted out more on the ground, long legs splayed, cock on display. Did I mentions that his cock was beautiful. It was so reassuringly heavy looking, semi-hard and shiny, and reminded me of Jeff Palmer’s monster-cock. It also looked recently sucked by the way it glistened. I licked my lips under my mask. I was gonna enjoy getting to know everyone here. Then I looked back over to the fourth guy. He looked pretty familiar too. Was he also with Simon in the bar earlier? I stopped walking. Fuck! Fuuuuuck! That was Kurk McCaimble! Fucking KURK MCCAIMBLE!!!! The young lad who had been the centre of a media storm surrounding religious bigot politicians and a real-life Mrs Robinson! Licking some hot smooth skinned German’s ass. Fuck fuck fuck!! No wonder Simon was wondering about my loyalty. That guy was a prize scoop for any journo to do a feature on. I’d already written a few. Oh… Maybe that’s what Simon was referring to when he talked about my hack-pieces. 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.

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

I sat there for a minute or two, catching my breath and reliving what just happened. I had mixed feelings about being so slutty in a place like this, but I reasoned I should get moving, back to my house, back to my boring life with very few opportunities to enjoy myself like this. I stood up, pulled up my pants, and made my way into the main part of the book store. Coming through the curtains I heard a couple of guys talking over at the front counter. There were three guys standing there, and one was that older guy who had sort of arranged things. A guy next to him was saying, "I almost laughed out loud when you said that. Of course I'm clean. I take a shower every damn morning," and then he let out a raucous laugh. I thought I recognized his gruff voice, and then definitely recognized his black and white plaid shorts. The third guy next to him nudged him as he looked up and saw me. This was the black guy with the sunglasses who had just fucked me. All three of them were looking my way now, giving me a wide smile. My helpful older friend said, "Hey, have a great day sweetie!" and with that they all went out the door. The clerk behind the counter chuckled and shook his head. "Those guys." Then he looked up at me and said "Hi, how are you doing?" "Okay," I replied, but the clerk must have recognized the dazed expression on my face. "From the sounds of things you just has some fun," he casually commented. I didn't know what to say. He laughed. "Don't be shy, I know those guys were playing with you. They told me about it, and there's no one else back there now." I replied "Yeah, that was me." "Wait right here," he commented, adding "I'll be right back." With that he stepped from in back of the counter and went through a door marked 'Private', but returned within seconds. He then walked over to the front door, switched the sign to CLOSED and locked the door. "It is really slow in here after the lunch rush. You were dessert I guess," he laughed. "Can I show you something?" "Sure," I answered. "Come back here," he said, and led the way through the door marked 'Private'. "We're going to open this new room soon, and I want your opinion." I walked into the room. It was a square room with dark grey walls. There was a single bed with what looked like a rubber sheet, some kind of thing that looked like a padded saw horse, and in the corner there was a sling. I knew that from watching porn movies. I stepped over to it for a better look. "I have never seen one of these before," I remarked. "They are so much fun," the clerk said. "They put a man's ass at just the right height to fuck. And when you get fucked in one, you feel like you are floating in air. It's great!" "That does sound interesting." "Go ahead, jump in. Try it out for size." I turned to him and smiled, thinking to myself 'why not try it? I still have an hour and a half before I have to hit the road'. I moved toward the sling. "Wait," the guy said, "you're supposed to be naked." I stopped and took a good look at this guy. He was about 40 with a nice goatee. He wore a t-shirt and I could see tattoos on both arms. I also saw a good sized basket in his jeans. He was definitely a turn on. Raising an eyebrow he gave me a sexy lopsided smirk saying "Go ahead, it's just you and me." So I reached down to take off my shoes. I laughed at myself and how brazen I was being as I took off the rest of my clothes and tossed them over onto the bed. I sat at the end of the sling, not sure exactly how to proceed. "Just lean back," he said as he helped me get into position, positioning my hips forward enough and lifting one leg and then the other up into the stirrups hanging from the chain. "That's how these work. They put your hole in prime position." Then he looked at my exposed hole remarking "Oh my, you look just a bit tender. Does it feel OK?" he asked as he very lightly rubbed a finger over it. "Actually it feels good," I sad, and it really did. "You're dripping just a little. How many of them fucked you?" "Two of them. I sucked the other guy off." "And they fucked you bare? You Okay with that?" "Well..." I said, "I don't usually, but...." He said, "Hey man, I understand. I didn't mean to get you down. As long as you had fun." A broad smile crossed his face. His finger was still rubbing my hole, and he was getting a bit deeper. The two big loads in there were providing good lube. I let out a sigh. "You're a hot guy," he said. I think I blushed. He bent down and licked a drop of cum from my hole. He then licked some more. It felt wonderful. I sighed again and closed my eyes. His tongue dove in deeper, driving me crazy. I moaned as he ate my ass and stroked my thighs and stomach. I then felt his mouth on my cock and a finger back in my hole. His mouth came off my cock. I opened my eyes to see him coming to an upright position. As he did, I felt something enter my ass that wasn't his finger. He was fucking my well used hole. "I love fucking a cummy ass, and yours is sweet. How does it feel?" I smiled up at him answering "It feels great. Keep going!" His cock was hard as a rock and must have been eight inches long. He got into a steady rhythm of long, firm strokes. I was in heaven. More to cum...

Fuck, this is a really hot fantasy. I especially like chubbybear's story- the fact that he got so soaked in piss that he was dripping, while wearing the only clothes he had with him, is incredibly hot to me. Dude, did anyone comment on the fact that you reeked of piss throughout the rest of the night? How did you get home? I did a performance with a friend of mine at a fetish party at a nightclub once- I don't want to post too many details, because it would be easy to Google it and there's pics of me, but if you message me privately I'll point you in the right direction. Anyway, part of the performance consisted of me getting a 3 minute golden shower, onstage in front of a couple hundred people- my friend was drinking beer after beer before we went on, to make sure they'd be able to piss enough. My friend pissed so much, for so long, that the whole stage was flooded with it. We had put down five or six puppy pads for me to lie on, to absorb the piss, but it was nowhere near enough- so obviously, you know I was soaked head to toe. I think some people thought it was fake, especially the "tourists" who were there for the thrill, but really didn't have much experience with BDSM. The reason I believe they thought it wasn't real piss is because a bunch of people slapped me on the back or put their arm around me, telling me what a great act it was, immediately after I got offstage, when I clearly had not cleaned myself off yet. Who knows, maybe they were closet pisspigs, haha. Anyway, when I agreed to do it, I was pretty green, and didn't know anything about the backstage areas of Manhattan bars- I actuallly assumed there would be a shower that I could use, haha. Oops, no. There was a sink, which was a blessing, and I splashed water around as best I could, and used a ton of those cheap brown paper towels that aren't absorbent at all. I put clean clothes on and went back out to enjoy the party. I thought I'd done a good job cleaning myself up, but hours later, near the end of the night, a photographer got a bunch of us together for a group photo. As we all squeezed in and put our arms around each other, the chick behind me sniffed the air, curling her lip. "Why do I keep smelling stale piss?!" she demanded loudly. I kept my mouth shut, but I know wherever that group photo ended up, I'm grinning like the Cheshire Cat in it.

I'm also starting to reply 'bbtm' to the question 'what you into?'

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.

Don't know that it made my sex drive increase, but it did make me horny as fuck to top. I'm usually happier as a catcher, but my dick started itching like crazy to unload in holes once I knew my seed was charged.

Ram's Training Begins. After chatting and flirting and chatting somemore. I convinced Ram that he'd eventually need personal training session. By now, Joseph new well of me and the three of us had chatted online but i kept my focus on Ram. I ignored Joseph which I new was bothering him as I paid more attention to Ram. On two occasions, Ram mentioned that they had had discussions about me and how we flirted, but I would also give Joseph just a little attention so Ram could use that as leverage in those fights. Ram knew quite well that our flirting was getting heavy. He would send me progress pics of himself and i'd make comments that would get his faithful boner hard and he'd have to ask me to stop. To which I apologized and then wouldn't speak to him for a few days, even if he wanted me to. It was a long game but the goal of making him want to cheat. beg to cheat and even more beg to be pozzed repeatedly was well worth it. I learned that both Ram and Joseph were very much vers, and worked my way to the point that Ram felt comfortable talking about sex. we joked about dick size and how Joseph was more of a bottom than Ram and even a bit of a size queen. Ram was more causal but happy to have pride in his thick 7.5 incher. When I had told him about the size of my cock he couldn't help but exlaim during one of our late night chatting sessions. 9.2x6.1?! how the hell do you know that specifically?! boys like to measure. i guess it makes them feel accomplished I mused. here take a look > Holy fucking shit don't send me stuff like that! Ram typed hysterically i could only imagine It's just a dick If joseph saw that he's gonna get pissed. haha, you boys need to chill i'm not gonna fuck either one of you you know you want to You boys are cute, but i'm poz. There was a long pause. several times the ellipses lit up showing he was trying to think of what to say. Man...I'm sorry? For what? I'm proud to be. Really??? Its a rush to know you're completely free. You don't have to worry about it anymore, and also when you find a guy who knows and wants you too. the rush of raw fucking is even more amazing. Wow... you fuck raw?! Yes of course I have meds so its "safe" unless I get off of them. I only fuck raw. That's kind of scary man... Its the hottest sex ever Rambo We never fuck raw...well thats a lie, lol sometimes we do but... You love it raw, don't you boy? hahaha yeah i do... Slowly I planted the seed in his brain that raw seed was what he needed and wanted. Then after more chatting and talking one night he texted me. Hey! big guy! what you doing? Nothing much boi, just here at home. cool...have you worked out already? not yet, was going to soon. cool...I was wondering if i could get that personal training session we talked about... Of course boy, you know I'll give you a good workout anytime haha don't say it like that grrrrr. lol Is joseph going to be joining us, so I know how much water and weights to set up. No...hes out of town with family for the weekend. that cool? of course rambo. He must of raced over or already have been near my place because he arrived within about five minutes. He was decked out in good looking under armor and I suspected he was also wearing some cologne. I opened the door wearing only workout shorts and good jockstrap. "I'll never get use to your body, man," he said as I led him to the garage gym. "You better. You're gonna be seeing a lot of it today." We laughed we joked we worked out. but the sexual tension was building and I loved it. I could feel with every rep I spotted him for the urge to touch the want to put his mouth on me. Creating the chemistry was just part of that fun building him up until he finally caved. We finished up and he laid down on one of the benches. I looked at him and rubbed his chest just once, saying "I'm fucking horny, Rambo." He laughed, then stopped and became serious. "You serious?" In reply I stripped off my shorts and tweaked my nipple. My cock began to grow until it was protruding out of my jock strap. His jaw dropped, so I pushed the envelope a step further saying "I'm gonna go inside and jackoff. You know the way out?" "Y-y-yeah...." "Cool, unless you wanna JO too...." " I should go...." "All right man, great workout," as I walked over and offered a fist bump. When he raised his hands he revealed his own tent in those under armor shorts. He blushed looking from me to my cock to his cock and back. "Jack off with me bro," I urged. "Man...I don't think I should." "Don't worry about it, we won't be gay about it, we already are," I laughed, adding "I won't touch yours if you don't touch mine. The porn's inside." Ram smiled and nodded and followed me inside. I played some raw porn of some hot jock getting fucked and bred by some older daddy. Ram dropped his shorts and sported a respectable thickish seven and a half inch cock, but it was nothing against my niner. We jacked and every so often Ram would look at me as I milked the precum from my dick. "Fuck," he finally muttered as he gave up watching the porn and focused on watching me. I squeezed a big glob of dirty precum and covered my uncut cock with it, and looked at him smiled. He returned my smile and tried to go back to the porn, but within a few seconds was again fixated on me. I let go of my dick and looked directly at Ram, suggesting "Go ahead, give it a tug." He smiled and shook his head looking down at himself. "You know you want to, boy. Give it a tug." He looked into my eyes and i could feel the hunger in him as he reached-over with his right hand and began to jack me. "Fuck..." he moaned a little while I guided his hand. "Fuck yeah, boy," was my response. He started to jack my cock with two hands. "Fuck yeah boy milk that dick." With that he again looked at my body, up and down, and then returned to the handjob he was giving me, quickening his speed. Again I tortured him, by murmuring "Fuck yeah, Ram, milk my dick." He continued milking my dick as his breath became increasingly uneven, all the while biting his lip. Then I saw it: he opened his mouth and was about to put the head in when i grabbed his head and stopped him. "Don't do that." "Why not?" "I'm poz Rambo." "I thought you said it was safe." He was suddenly thinking about what he was doing. "I ran out of meds." In actuality I had plenty of meds, but rather had deliberately stopped taking them a week earlier. "Don't suck it." He looked genuinely disappointed and slightly nervous. "I want to blow my load on your chest. Don't stop." With that Ram smiled and continued to jack me off. "Fuck yeah boy, I'm close. You want this load?" "Fuck yeah, man!" "You want me to blow this load all over you?" "Fuck yeah!" "Poz fucking load boy. You want me to spray this dirty fuck load on you?" He paused and bit his lip. I grabbed my cock out of his hands and started to jack it. "Do you want this fucking poz load on your chest, boy?" He nodded, closed his eyes, and answered "Yes." I blew string after string of thick dirty poz cum, caking his smooth stud chest, rubbing the last drops on his neck and down his chest. When I stepped back he lubed his cock with my cum, and jerked himself until he blew his load. We showered one after the other and got dressed and then I walked him to my door. "Fuck man, that was crazy hot," he said, still mildly breathless with what happened. "Nothing happened man. Just two guys jacking it." He thought about it and I could tell a part of him agreed. "Your cock is fucking monstrous." "Glad you liked it. If you want come over tomorrow we can have a rematch after another workout." He smiled and nodded. And he did come back again on both Saturday and Sunday, each time letting me blow my poz load on his body. His hunger grew. Joseph came back and Ram said he would continue working out with me, and for a week he did. And on each of the four times, he couldn't wait to let me cover him in poz cum. After six days of working out together, and being covered with poz cum, all the while I withheld taking meds, now for two or so weeks, I knew it was time to take things to the next level.

Amazing story

So Damn HOT!

Damn was that hot.

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.

“Mind if I booty bump the slut some more Dean?” Jack asked holding up the film canister and shaking it. “Nope that’s what it’s for Jack,” Dean replied with an evil smirk. Jack smiled back as he opened the canister shaking out a nice sized shard and then shook some powder on the head of his already cum covered cock head. One of the older bear couple grabbed Adam’s legs and pulled them back so Jack could drop the shard in the boy’s open hole. Jack took the boy’s legs back and lined his cock with the opening. As he shoved his thick nine inch cock in the moaning twink balls deep in a single thrust he announced to the gathered room, “Now it’s time to really knock this slut’s ass up with some poz loads.” Adam yelped as the mysterious man’s cock punched through his hole to bury its self deeper than anything ever had before. Dean’s thick cock had stretched him open enough the man’s girth did not really hurt only stung slightly. He could not believe how good it felt to have another cock inside his now incredibly hungry hole. Jack groaned in pleasure as his thick nine-inches wrapped its self in the barely-legal boy’s spooge lubed fiery hot fuck tunnel. He gazed deep into Adam’s formally bright blue eyes, now dazed and darkened by the Tina wanting forever to remember this moment as he helped poz the newly born cumslut. The nearly hairless twink’s toned skateboarder 5’6”, 120 lbs. body turned him on unbelievably. It reminded him to the first young teen twink he stealthed after discovering his cheating youthful lover had pozzed him. He smoked the boy up after picking him up from a coffee house, taking him to a nearby sleazy motel taking his cherry and his health. Adam started to whimper after the man quickly started to withdraw his dick. “Please don’t stop…you feel so good,” Adam found himself begging the skeleton-like man. “Oh ya the lil’ neg twink slut likes poz raw dick,” Jack laughed loudly as he grinned at the others standing around him watching him begin his assault on the no longer innocent eighteen-year old deflowered virgin twink. “Don’t worry bitch, I’m nowhere near finished with your lil’ boy neg pussy,” he leered at young teen, who didn’t even look legal enough to be in the bathhouse, as he shoved his death stick back in as hard as he could. “Your fuckin’ cunt will be dripping with my poz load soon enough slut.” “Poz load?” The chemmed up eighteen-year old started to ask, before the older skeleton-like man pulled back out and slammed back inside him even harder than before slapping his balls against his upturned smooth ass. The amazing feeling of the anonymous man’s long thick meat distracted him long enough to forget what he was asking the group of men around him as he begged for it harder and faster. The men watching Adam laughed at his naivety at not realizing they were pozzing him. Dean smiled to himself as he realized Adam before the night was out would be begging men to feed him their dirty loads. If by the time all, the men in the room were finished with him and the clueless boy didn’t understand what was going on, he would tell Adam after he was strapped in the sling in the Pig Room when he booty bumped and slammed the teen again. It would be hot watching the tweaked boy beg for the gift to set him free. Adam groaned as he felt the unknown man’s balls slap repeatedly against his ass cheeks. He loved the feeling and sound of them smacking him hard turning him on even more than before. Dean’s dick had stretched him open wide, but this guy was going for depth. He couldn’t believe how good it felt to have his ass filled with another dick. He was so lost in the pleasure of the older man’s long thick meat pummeling him; his drugged brain didn’t register the poz talk of the men around him. All he just wanted was to have the man cum inside him as Dean had. He loved the feel of hot, thick, gooey jizz filling his ass. Dean’s load felt unbelievable as a lube helping the older man pound his ass. “FUCK BITCH! YOU WANT THIS MUTHA-FUCKIN’ POZ LOAD DON’T YOU?” Jack growled loudly as he switched from rapid pummeling to forceful long-dicking making sure the boy felt every inch of his fuck-tool as he slammed back inside making sure to tear up newly corrupted cumdump. “YES!!! GIVE IT TO ME!!!! COME ON GIVE ME THAT LOAD!!!” Adam howled nearly out of his mind from the fucking he was receiving from the older man ravishing his hole. “BEG ME BITCH TO POZ YOUR HOLE,” commanded Jack as he kicked into high gear completely pulling out, before slamming back inside the horny tweaked teen. “BEG…SLUT!...TELL…ME…TO…POZ…YOUR…NEG…BOY…PUSSY!” He demanded punctuating each word with a powerful thrust back inside the teen pinned beneath him. He felt his balls drawing tight as they prepared to fire three days worth of his death seed in the drugged angelic-looking blond twink. “POZ MY NEG BOY PUSSY!!! Adam squealed wanting Jack to fill him with his gooey man-juice, not realizing what he was begging the older man to do to him. In his drugged mind, he thought he was just wanting the man to cum, just as Dean had before in him. Seeing the twisted innocent-looking boy beg for his toxic load pushed Jack over the edge as he pulled out one last time before slamming his pulsing fuck-meat deep back inside the newly-born cumdump. “FUCKIN’ TAKE MY POZ LOAD!!! He howled in triumph as his cock fired six powerful jets of poz jizz flooding the previously already filled fuck tunnel. His thick load oozed out from around his impaled fleshy butt-plug. Although, Adam was leaking precum like crazy and he was hornier than he had ever been before in his life his dick wouldn’t get hard. However, the fantastic feelings emanating from his ass distracted him from being concerned about this disturbing fact. Normally he generally was constantly hard when horny. He loved the way the unknown older man’s nine-inch thick cock had felt fucking him. The way he had pulled all the way out before slamming deep back inside him was incredible, Adam hoped the man would fuck him again after the others had fucked him. Adam whimpered as he felt the semi-hard fuck-pole begin to slide from his ass. He wanted the man to stay inside him for as long as possible. The men around him laughed as they watched the exit of the thick cock from him and the flow of jizz from his now gaping hole. “Batter up guys, the slut needs more poz loads by the sound of it,” he chuckled moving out of the way for the next man to mount the twisted twink. “Well I guess it’s me, since they want to spit-roast the cumdump when they gift him,” smiled the 6’7”, 370 lbs. college football jock as he climbed between Adam’s spread legs. Evan couldn’t believe he was about to fuck and help gift one of his favorite wet dreams from when he had been a senior at the same high school. Adam was just a sophomore when Evan first saw him changing in the locker room. He wanted the boy’s tight lil’ ass from the first time he saw Adam bent over drying his ankles by his locker. Unfortunately, Evan had to maintain the image he was straight during High school. He did though manage to fuck a couple of the team managers and towel boys while in school, because they knew he would beat the crap out of them if they ever told anyone what happened. College though turned out to be a different story. Sometimes the parties got so wild everyone was fucking anyone they found, that was how he got pozzed the year before at a college party. Some wealthy alumni threw a party after winning a bowl game, everyone was so wasted he did not think anything of it when the alumni told him some of his friends wanted to meet him and parTy with the man who had scored the winning touchdown. The man escorted him out to a large pool house, which looked more like a regular two-story house. A small, much more intimate party was going on when Evan and the man reached the pool house. About twelve or so men, obviously all former football players were having a goodtime smoking weed, and something else from a glass pipe and drinking when they entered, the living room. They all cheered him when the man introduced him to the men at the party. Somebody handed him a mixed drink, which tasted a little weird, but he didn’t care as each of the men introduced themselves and kept him busy talking about school and the game and his life to that point. It turned out all were alumni of the school and they told him they hoped he would be a positive influence on incoming players, much like they had positive influences on their fellow players. He politely told them he hoped that he could follow their example. They laughed assuring him after that night there would be no doubt in their minds he would definitely have a positive impact on anyone else he wanted in the future. Evan seemed surprised, but secretly pleased there were no women at the gathering. It enabled him to relax and be more himself. He still tried to act straight, while at college parties though he and a few of his buddies from the team had fapped or sucked one another off after a party when they had been horny and unable to pick up any girls. All of the men seemed relaxed and comfortable with one another, at some point, he couldn’t remember when, they had taken off their tee shirts and were now only dressed in their shorts. He found it hard to resist looking at the obvious bulges in their shorts. Several of the men, actually had hardons and were pitching some serious tent in their shorts. This in turn made him hornier than he had been in a longtime. They told him since the season was over they invited him join them in celebrating by smoking a lil’ weed and kick back with them. He hadn’t been able to 420 since high school, so he was excited at the prospect. They passed around a joint at first, but later someone passed him a bong. Jason was having the best time of his life. He was hanging out with a bunch of cool men, who seemed interested in him as much as he was interested in them. He was sitting on the couch talking to one particularly handsome man, when he heard a familiar voice. “Hey Evan, having fun yet?” Evan looked up pleasantly surprised to see his best buddy from the team, Ethan the quarterback standing there giving him a huge grin. He could resist himself standing up giving the smaller 5’ 10”, 160 lbs. player a huge hug and barely managing to stop short of kissing the hot quarterback. The two of them had on more than one occasion after a party had sucked one another off. Ethan had introduced him to the pleasure of having his ass played with while getting a blowjob. “How did you know where to find me?” Evan asked inviting his buddy to join him on the couch. “My Uncle Davis, always throws one of these Positive Impact parties every year. I got to be the guest of honor finally last year, and when he asked me to pick someone to be the guest of honor this year I told him I couldn’t think of anyone more perfect than you dude,” he smiled reaching out sensually to caress Evan’s mostly smooth chest. “I see you’ve already gotten comfortable, so I guess I better too,’ he giggled. Evan looked down surprised to see he was only wearing his boxers. He couldn’t remember taking off his clothes. He looked back up getting ready to say something to Ethan about being so fucked up he didn’t remember stripping and to apologize to his friend, when he saw Ethan standing there in front of him completely naked, boned out and grinning at him. One of the men was holding a small powerful torch-like lighter under a bulbous glass pipe quickly filling with thick white smoke, while Ethan steadily sucked in its contents. He looked around the room to see how all the men were reacting to the sight of the nineteen-year old naked sophomore. He realized he was the only one wearing any clothes and all of the men were completely boned up, including him. The man sitting next to him offered him a similar glass pipe directing on how to use it, telling him to hold the smoke in as long as he could. Before Evan realized it, he had taken five massive hits from the pipe and finally shared the last one with Ethan, who was by then sitting in his lap. The shotgun quickly turned into a passionate bout of kissing between the two-college football players. When they finally stopped kissing one of the men passed to teammates a couple of pills a piece to take. Evan followed Ethan’s lead and took them without question, before they shared a few more hits of a glass pipe. Evan was unbelievably horny as the result of everything happening to him, whenever he looked around the room when hitting the pipe he saw all the men engaged in all sorts of sexual activity, which in turn made him even hornier. Finally, Ethan climbed off his lap taking his hand and led him to a large upstairs room with a strange looking swing hanging from the ceiling. He helped Evan climb into the swing, while some of the men, who had followed them upstairs secured his arms and legs into restraints so he couldn’t move and was now completed exposed and open to them. “Ethan tells me you’re one hell of a cocksucker Evan,” said the man who had led him out to the pool house. He was surprised to see Ethan engaged in a passionate kiss with the man, before sliding down to his knees and taking the older man’s cock in his mouth. “My lil’ nephew cumslut here,” he said pausing as he firmly griped Ethan’s curly locks and started to brutally face-fuck his friend, “told me he thought you would be a perfect addition to our lil’ college brotherhood and I couldn’t agree more especially after your spectacular win today. We’re going to initiate you now into our Positive Impact Brotherhood and you will be a changed man by the time you leave here,” he laughed as Evan felt someone begin to rim him for the first time in his life. The men used him for the remainder of the weekend. Now he was going to do the same to Adam. He couldn’t wait finally to tap Adam’s ass after so many years. Evan doubted Adam remembered him, since he had really bulked out in college and grown his hair longer. He intended to tell Adam who he was once he slid inside his boy cunt. He was certain Adam had been a closet case as he had been and probably fapped to images of his naked body in the shower. Now he was going to make those fantasies a reality. Evan stared down at the chemmed up newly born cumslut grinning. Other than growing a few inches taller and filling out some muscles he looked almost exactly as he had the first day he had seen Adam bent over in the locker room. It was time to show his wet dream what he wanted to do to him that day. “Hey Adam, do you remember me from Robert Lewis?” Evan asked the barely eighteen-year old as he reached down pulling one of Adam’s slender, toned lightly haired legs against his muscular chest, while he pulled the other leg around his waist. Evan wanted to go for maximum penetration with his thick wedged-shaped seven-inches. It took Adam a minute to process what the jock had said to him before he realized who was about to breed him. Evan Brown, who had been a senior when he was a sophomore at Robert Lewis, his high school. He had been a football god, who was recruited to Florida State after graduation. He had several hot and nasty fantasies involving the senior, most of them involving fucking Adam in the showers with some of the other players from the team. This was like a dream come true for him. He couldn’t help himself, “Fuck and breed me please I NEED YOU COCK!!!” Adam begged. The hunger in his ass was growing and it would only be satisfied with more cock loading his ass. “I wanted you to fuck me Evan, since I first saw you in the locker room,” he found himself confessing unexplainably. It was like all his fantasies were coming to the surface and he wanted to tell these men, so they could fulfill each and everyone of them. He felt so nasty and slutty, but found himself enjoying the freedom his thoughts were giving him. Evan teasingly pushed his cockhead against Adam’s now red puffy loose hole coating it with the leaking loads of toxic man-seed. He loved listening to Adam whimper in frustrated desire for his cock. Seeing the twisted teen-slut begging for his fuck tool and load turned him on incredibly. The twink was going to get the fuck he should have gotten so many years before, and he would remember it for the rest of his life. He pulled back watching Adam try to use his one leg wrapped around his thick waist to pull him inside his hungry teen pussy, but he knew the small teen couldn’t budge his more powerful frame. Evan reached down grabbing and opening the film canister of Tina sprinkled some of the powder on his cum coated dick head. He smiled taking out another shard, before pushing it quickly inside the loose fuck hole he was about to inject with his still unmedicated seed. Just as Adam started to moan about the burn of the Tina as it began to melt inside him, Evan slammed his dick balls deep in the now broken in cumslut. “Is this what you wanted Adam?” he growled lustfully at the now impaled teen. If you do then beg for it and make me believe you really wanted my cock in high school I’ll fuck you like I know you wanted it,” he grinned as he ground his buried dick in small circles making Adam moan like a ten-dollar whore. Suddenly his high school fantasy, Evan, yanked his thick cock from his hole. Adam stared in desperation deep into the eyes of the powerfully built football player, who still had him pinned to the bed in the room at the bathhouse. He didn’t care about anything else but getting Evan’s meat back inside him. He would promise or do anything to feel the thick cock buried in his teen pussy, because that was what it was now. A receptacle for men’s cocks and jizz, he couldn’t imagine not ever being fucked again. “OH GOD…PLEASE! PLEASE…FUCK…ME…EVAN!!! I NEED YOUR COCK IN ME!!!” Adam wailed, begging for Evan’s cock. “I’LL DO ANYTHING…PLEASE JUST FUCK ME!!!” He cried out in frustration and need for more cock in his now insatiable hungry hole. “Anything?” Evan chuckled looking at all the men surrounding Adam, before looking back down at the desperate chemmed up twink. “Anything at all?” “YES…I PROMISE…ANYTHING YOU WANT!!! PLEASE…FUCK ME…PLEASE!!!” Bending down close to Adam’s baby smooth face, Evan using a loud stage whisper, “I want you to beg me to fuck you full of my HIV positive charged load and poz you.” Adam shuddered as Evan’s request began to process slowly through his drug-addled brain. Had both of the previous men been positive? He remembered Dean, the man who had taken his virginity demanding he beg for his “charged” load. The next man had also made him beg for his “poz” cum, they had purposely fucked him without a rubber and tricked him into wanting their deadly loads. He knew he should stop and leave. Maybe he could get something to help stop it from happening to him. He didn’t want to die, he had his whole life ahead of him. Yet as much as he mentally thought he should leave the bathhouse, his body wanted something else. It wanted to feel more raw cock sliding inside of his ass, filling him with warm, thick, gooey spooge. He couldn’t deny how pleasurable it had been to feel the previous two men pumping their loads in him. Maybe it would be okay for him to take a few poz loads, after all Dean and Evan looked like they were healthy. He whimpered as Evan slipped two fingers in his ass beginning to finger fuck him as he tried to figure out what to do. In the end, the hunger in his ass won out and Adam surrendered to the pleasure his body desired. “Yes do it,” Adam lustfully whispered finally. Evan grinned realizing he won, Adam now would willing surrender his body to the will of the men, who wanted to use him as a cumdump. “Yes do what Adam? You have to tell me what you want,” he continued sliding a third a finger in the teen beneath him making Adam moan loudly. “Adam, you need to tell me what you want or I won’t give you my Johnson.” Adam could barely think straight, as Evan’s pumping fingers stoked the building fire in his ass. He didn’t care what the future held anymore he NEEDED dick and cum filling his ass. He wanted as much as these men could give him. “FUCK ME EVAN!!! GIVE ME YOUR FAT COCK!!!” He finally howled now desperate to get more cock in his boy pussy. Evan laughed as he began to pump his fingers in and out even faster of his high school wet dream. “I will when you ask properly like I told you to ask me,” he smiled wickedly at the horny eighteen-year old. Adam knew what he had to do in order to get Evan’s thick cock back inside him. He swallowed a couple of times before completely surrendering himself at last to the men surrounding him. “FUCK…ME…WITH…THAT…POZ…COCK! BREED…ME! GIVE…ME…YOUR…CHARGED…LOAD!!! He yelled out, as he felt Evan’s fingers leave his ass. “FUCKIN’ TAKE MY POZ COCK BITCH!!!” Evan roared as he slammed balls deep in a single thrust. He didn’t wait to give Adam anytime to adjust to the deep penetration, he just began to long dick the teen pinned beneath him relentlessly. Adam squealed out in pleasure as he felt Evan ram into him. He couldn’t believe how good it felt feeling his high school fap fantasy pounding him. All he could do was lay there moaning and begging for it harder. He started getting turned on even more as Evan started talking dirty to him. The way Evan talked to him about pozzing his ass made him feel and think things he never would have imaged. He wanted Evan to poz him and found himself now begging to be “knocked up” with the football player’s “poz babies”. He wanted the freedom promised to be able to take any hard dick offered him and not to worry, only to enjoy the pleasure. “Hey dude wanna clear off the table there, I want fuck the slut there,” panted a sweat drenched Evan. He wanted to pound Adam even deeper if that was possible. Dean and the others grinned at the young college football player as they moved Dean’s party supplies out of the way. Dean was impressed at how Evan had managed to get Adam to submit to being a poz cumslut. He decided he would get to know the football player a bit better. It would be fun to visit the college boy’s campus and convert a few students with him. If the boy had any brains and wanted a job, he might consider hiring him, so Evan could travel the world pozzing others like Adam. Once Evan saw the table was cleaned off he told Adam to wrap his arms around his neck and his legs around his waist. He then carried the still impaled Adam over to the table and set him down on it. He pushed the eighteen-year old down on the table, before grabbing his legs holding them up as he spread them wide. It was time now to fuck the chemmed up slut. Adam whimpered and begged for Evan’s raw dick as he felt it leave his ass, but he didn’t have to wait for it’s return very long. He grunted loudly as the thick wedge-shaped flesh missile slammed back in hard and fast, before being withdrawn and then rammed back in even more forcefully. Precum flowed from Adam’s semi-hard cock, all over his stomach and groin much like a broken faucet spilling out water. Each complete withdrawal and powerful thrust back in forced even more clear, sticky fluid to pump over like mini climaxes. His eyes rolled-back and drool dripped from his mouth as he became overcome by the brutal fucking being delivered. Evan hated to admit it, but Adam had one of the best boy cunts he had fucked in a long time. He was going to make sure whenever he was home he took the opportunity to tap it. The boy could just take a pounding and still beg for more, he was going to be one well-fucked boy by the time they were finished with him. Hearing the chemmed up fuck-toy beg for his poz load was pushing him almost to his climax. “MUTHA FUCK!!!” Bayed Evan as he began to fire his load deep inside his former high school fap fantasy. “TAKE…MY…POZ…LOAD!!!” Evan panted each word as thick toxic man-batter filled Adam’s already flooded boy cunt. “Oh fuck,” babbled Adam as he felt each pulse of the thick cock buried inside his fuck tunnel. He lay there on the table panting covered in sweat enjoying the feeling of a HIV positive cock giving him the gift of freedom. He couldn’t help himself reaching up, once again wrapping his arms around Evan’s neck pulling him down towards his mouth. The two boys engaged in a short bout of passionate kissing, before Adam released Evan. “Who’s next?” He asked lustfully grinning at the men slowly stroking their cocks as they watched he and Evan pull apart and a flood of jizz flow out his now gaping fuck hole.

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?

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.”