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Thanks for your remarks and encouragment guys! Chapter 2. During Here I was in a stranger's basement dungeon room, restrained face down with a butt plug up my ass, eagerly awaiting what would come next. Maybe I should have been scared, but I wasn't. I felt his hands on my back, moving from my shoulders down toward my ass. He would give my ass a good firm squeeze or a sharp little swat each time. "You look really good, boy" "Thank you Sir." "You seem very relaxed and comfortable- that's good for now," he said with that sexy chuckle of his. "I need to get comfortable too," he said. His hands left my body, and it sounded like he was taking off his boots and the rest of his clothes. He was now standing right behind me. I felt the heat of his body, and it seemed I could feel his warm, growing cock brush up against my as and the backs of my thighs. Then I felt himwiggle the butt plug a bit. I moaned. He then started tapping on it, which sent wonderful vibrations in my hole and all through my body. I moaned a bit louder. I felt him pull on the plug slightly, then push it back in. He did this a few times. It felt awesome! He went back to the tapping and laughed softly as he saw me shudder in delight. He pressed his body down on my back and I felt his breath on my ear. "Mmmmmm, you're such a good boy," he whispered in my ear. "What shall we do next, I wonder. Oh yeah, I think I know." I could feel his hot hard cock pressing on the crack of my ass. He rubbed it slowly up and down. "I think I know what you want," he whispered. "I think I know exactly what you want. Do you know what you want? What you want deep inside?" My own cock was as hard as it has ever been, and all I could do was moan again. He stood upright, and my body missed the warmth of his. He pulled at the plug again, but this time he kept pulling and it slowly came out of my hole. I thought he started to push it back in, but it felt different. Then I knew he had replaced it with his cock. "I think this is what you want, boy. But that really doesn't matter, does it?" Just the head of his cock was in. "What really matters is what I want, right boy?" My hole was craving to be filled by his dick, and I tried to push back against him to get more in. But he just held it there. "You want this, boy? You want my cock?" I moaned. "You want my cock, boy? Do you? Tell me you want it." I mumbled a feeble yes in reply. "I couldn't hear you," he said a bit louder and more insistently. "Yes Sir. I want your cock," I said. "Good boy." he pressed his cock just a bit further in. It felt big. It felt hot. It felt wonderful. "A good boy gets the reward he really wants," he said as he pressed even more into my hole. "What a sweet, tight boy-hole," he sighed, as he pressed in all the way. At least it felt like all the way. He kept it there, and leaned down onto my back again. "Open up, let daddy in all the way," he whispered in my ear again. I pushed back against him and opened up my hole as much as I could. I felt him pushing in even more and felt his pubes against my hole and his balls against mine. "That's the way. Good boy," he hissed in my ear. His body against my back, his breath and lips on my ear, his thick cock filling me, it was all making my head spin. He remained pressed against me like that, and started to slowly pull his cock back, and just as slowly push back into me. He pulled back almost all the way out, then back in. His cock must have been eight inches long. He kept up these long slow strokes. This was the most satisfying fucking I had ever received, I felt his hand close to my face. "Here, boy- inhale." I smelled the familiar scent of poppers and took a deep whiff. He held them up to my other nostril and I inhaled again. I felt my hole open ever wider. "That's it, boy. You really do want this, don't you?" "Yes, Sir!" I immediately responded. Again he chuckled. He stood upright and started to fuck me harder and faster. I was pushing back against each thrust. My whole world at that moment revolved around his big hard cock reaming out my hole. I could hear his breathing getting harder as he fucked harder with each thrust. He finally yelled out "Oh fuuuck!" and pushed all the way in and stayed there. "Oh fuck boy! Take it boy!" He yelled. He pulled back halfway and jabbed back in a couple of times. The he pulled out. His breathing was still heavy, but he seemed to recover. I know I was smiling. There was a sudden but soft rap on the door. I was pointed away from it and couldn't see anything. I heard Sir say "I think someone heard us," and he chuckled again as I heard him walk over and open the door. "Good timing guys, I just had my turn," he said to someone I couldn't see. I heard other voices saying "Nice" "Sweet ass" "Awesome" "Who's next?" I couldn't tell how many voices. "What's going on?" I asked. I heard Sir's voice as he came closer to me. "Relax, boy. These are just good friends of mine who came for a little fun. I'll see they treat you right. You won't get anything you don't want." By the time he finished he was in front of me. I could see his chest dripping with sweat and his still mostly hard cock. It was just as big as it had felt in my ass. He crouched down in front of me, his hands on my shoulders. He was looking me in the eyes, still wearing those sunglasses, and smiling reassuringly. He leaned in and kissed me and said to me, "Relax, sweet boy. Just think of this as fulfilling a fantasy you may not have admitted to yourself that you have had for a while." He leaned in very close to my ear and whispered, "I won't let them do anything you don't want. I won't let them hurt you. Well, not any more than I already hurt you, my sweet boy." His words relaxed me again, and I managed to say "OK, I trust you, Sir." "Good boy," he said, and kissed me again. He stood up and went over to his friends. "This is the first one to show I went first." I smelled a sharp odor, a familiar odor, but it wasn't the poppers from before. I then felt something press against my left ass cheek and move down a couple of inches. The I heard a quiet snap and realized he had just made a mark on my ass with a marker. "Each guy leaves a mark when you finish. Make sure you finish." Another voice said, "I'll go next." I felt a pair of hands on my ass as a cock pushed in. Sir had fucked me so well and so deeply that there was no resistance at all. He came and crouched down in front of me again, kissing my lips and ears and neck and stroking my arms and shoulders. He kept this up as the new guy fucked me. After he finished fucking me, he left a mark beside the first one. The it was someone else's turn. I was so blissed out and loving the attention from my Sir that I lost count of how many cocks were inside me, one after the other. It was all a blur then, but later I remember things I had heard them saying: "What a sweet ass this little piggy has!" "Fuck he still feels tight!" "He's the best one yet!" And after the fourth of fifth one was done and he was making his mark, one of them said, "This is permanent, right?" There was laughter. "Fucking right it's permanent," someone else said. My Sir whispered into my ear so only I could hear, "Yes, it's permanent. So you will never forget." And he kissed me long and deep. He didn't untie me from the bench until they had all thanked him and left. I never saw a single one of them. He helped me stand up and held me tight. "You OK?" he asked. I didn't answer. He started rubbing my arms and legs. He put his arm around my shoulder. We found my clothes, and he led me upstairs. " think you need a good hot shower," and he showed me the bathroom. He started the water for me and found me a towel. After I got out, he asked me if I was OK to drive home or if I needed to crash. I said I wanted to drive home. I knew my family would expect to see me in the morning. It was almost the end of my visit with them. He told me the few turns to make to get back to the main drag. I found my way home and crashed and slept like a log. I woke up with a slightly sore ass, but sore in a really good way. I couldn't believe what had happened the night before- a hot dungeon session followed by a hot gang bang. It was something right out of porn! Chapter 3 coming soon...

Chapter 1. Before A little something about me first. By the time I turned 30, I was very comfortable being out as a gay man, and had found my sexual interests had turned toward bdsm and leather. That was pretty much another coming out. My fantasies had started to move toward bareback sex as well. At first I just read stories online about barebacking, but I had recently found myself more and more turned on by bareback porn. My profiles online and on apps already included my bdsm interests, and I had also found the usual coded ways to hint I was into barebacking. Chatting about it with other guys was something I was doing more often. When I found the sites actually dedicated to raw sex, I made profiles there as well. These new profiles did not have my pics on them and were created with different screennames, but looking back now I see that someone really paying attention could see it was the same guy who was on the other sites. Here's my story: I had come home for part of my vacation to see my family and some old friends. I hadn't lived here for 10 years, and I decided to see what I had missed back then, back when I was almost completely in the closet. I knew there were 2 gay bars in town. One was a dance club where all the young twinks went. The other was more of a dive place that sometimes had leather themed nights with mostly an older crowd. I was more interested in finding a dominant top to play with, so I went to the dive. I got there and saw a good mix of men, many of them in leather, and I felt right at home. There was one guy in particular who caught my eye. He was about 45 years old, a bit scruffy, wearing leather pants, biker boots, a leather vest with no shirt, a muir cap, and sunglasses. I thought I recognized him from a profile online that mentioned that he had a well stocked dungeon and that really got me excited. I thought he had been checking me out, but it was hard to tell with those sunglasses on. After a while I was leaning up against the bar, and he came over beside me and ordered a beer from the bartender. He turned to me and asked if he could buy me a drink. I'm sure the broad smile that came over my face betrayed how much he turned me on. I answered, "Yes, Sir!" He chuckled with a sly grin. "You visiting from out of town? I have never seen you here before." he said. "Yes Sir," I said, "I used to live here until 10 years ago. I never came in here back then." "I think I saw your profile earlier," he said. He mentioned my screenname and asked if that was me. It was the name I used on the regular sites, not the bareback ones. I said that was indeed me. He said, "I like the things you are into. You looking for some play tonight? I have a place not far from here." I decided to be brave and said, "You have a dungeon?" He laughed and said, "I think you saw my profile too, didn't you." "I think I did, Sir." He said, "Finish that drink boy, and let's go have some fun!" That was exactly what I hoped he would say. I downed my beer and we started toward the door. As I followed him, he would stop to greet some of the other men- other hot leather guys. He leaned in a whispered into the ears of a few of them, and those guys gave me big smiles. The thought that he was probably telling them he was taking me home to his dungeon made me feel good. I followed him in my car to a nice ranch style house in a quiet neighborhood. I followed him inside, and he headed right down to the basement. He opened a door and hit the lights. I saw a room with dark walls, a St Andrew's cross, various floggers and paddles hanging on one wall, a spanking/fuck bench, chains hanging from the ceiling- a well set-up dungeon. He started asking me some details about what I was into. He talked about limits, too. That helped me relax. He promised not to do anything I didn't want. The he said, "Just to make sure- you are negative, aren't you boy?" I said I was and told him when my last test was. "Good," he said, "that makes a difference in how we play." That's when it hit me that I didn't really know anything about this guy, but he seemed cool and respectful and I decided to trust him. He showed me a bathroom with a sink and toilet in the corner of the room. "Take a piss or whatever you need, then come out and strip down, boy," he said. I did what I was told. When I was naked, he looked at me and nodded in approval. He led me over to the St Andrew's cross and cuffed me to it face to the wall. He started out slowly with some flogging. It felt really good. He went harder and it felt better. After a while he turned me around and brought out a thin rope which he used to tie up my cock and balls. He put clamps on my nipples and weighed them down and then proceeded to torture my cock and balls. It hurt, but in just the way I liked being hurt. I was having a blast! After some time of this kind of play he said we were going to take a short break. He uncuffed my hands and led me over to the spanking bench. He told me to rest on it face down and produced a cold bottle of water for me from somewhere. "I'll be right back," he said, and he went out the door. The bench was really quite comfortable, and I felt really relaxed. My head was buzzing from the play so far. I was in a great space. I heard the door open, I turned my head to see him was coming back in and was talking on the phone, saying "Sounds good, buddy- see you soon. This is going to be fun!" He smiled at me and said he was talking to some friends, making plans for a good time. He went over to a cabinet and got a few things out, including a big bottle of lube and what looked like a couple of dildos. He came back to me and asked if I liked the bench. "Yes, it's comfortable." "Good, but I have known guys to squirm so much they fall off. So I an going to have to secure you to it." Fine with me. There were straps for my wrists and for my ankles, so I was strapped down with my ass exposed. "Let's see how that nice ass responds" he said with a chuckle. He fingered my hole, adding lube. Of course I couldn't see what he was doing, but it felt really good. He then started using a dildo, slowly fucking it in and out. I was in heaven. He took it out and chuckled again. "Your hole is twitching, boy. I think it wants more." "Yes Sir! Please Sir!" I said. "Well, I think you and your hole will be very happy very soon," he said. "I hope so, Sir," I answered. He then started to push something that felt wider into my hole. It went in a ways and then stayed put. It was a butt plug. "Keep that in, boy." "Yes, Sir." All of a sudden I felt a belt strike my ass cheeks. Wow! I sure did have to concentrate to keep the plug in place while he used that belt on my ass. He slapped me with it for a while, but then stopped. "No need to mark up that sweet ass... at least not yet. We'll get to that soon enough." Chapter 2 to come shortly...

Part 3 I could not concentrate for the next two days. I would just sit at work thinking about what I had done, I could lose everything for some cheap thrills. My days were a blur, even the hubby thought I might be coming down with something. He felt a little bad for me since he was leaving out of town for the weekend. He had a soft ball tournament out of town; he was part of the local gay league. I pretended to I wanted him to stay, knowing full well he could not. I also felt relieved. I did not know what Sir would text me or what he actually wanted me to do and I would prefer to have my space to figure it all out. Maybe if I did what Sir tells me the first time he will be more understanding? The day finally came; the hubby had left for his tournament right after work with one of his team mates. It was Friday night; I sat in front of the TV having a drink to calm my nerves. I tried to have dinner but the nerves killed my appetite. *Ding* I jumped; I looked down at the phone, 9:03 pm, from Sir. My hands shook as I picked up my phone: “There is a box at your door, put on the stuff that is on there, and only that. Go to: 58932 Springfield Rd. Park across the street and text me back when you are there, make sure your ass is clean. Be there at 10PM, don’t text me till you get there or else” I went to my front door, there was a box, I looked around but saw nobody. It scared me a little; I had never actually given Sir my address. I opened the box, there was a collar, two wrist cuffs, jockstrap, short running shorts…if it wasn’t for the jockstrap my could would fall out and you could clearly see the bottom of my ass cheeks. There was a butt plug and tennis shoes. Nothing else. I walked out of my house, shaking a bit. I was nervous, should I do this? Is this dangerous? What am I getting myself into? What if I just told the hubby what was going on? But what if he didn’t understand, what if he got mad and left me, I could not risk that. I pulled up a block away from the address I was given, it was 9:55. I had never been to this part of town, it wasn’t the worst but it wasn’t the best either. I wasn’t sure what to expect and was scared shitless. At 9:59 I parked across the street from the given address. Exactly at 10 I texted Sir: “Here Sir” “Glad you can follow orders boy. Go to the address provided; do not knock on the door. Go down the left side of the house, there is a red brick walkway, go all the way to the back to the back yard, there will be a table with a blind fold. Set your belongings on the table and put the blind fold on and wait. No more texting until I text you unless you want your hubby to see what a good little slut catcher his husband is” I nervously got out of my car and walked down the side, I could smell the stench of piss in the air. It was dark and I could not really see where I was going. I tripped a few times along the way and popped into a back yard. It was a large backyard, dark, I couldn’t see much. I spotted the table and walked over, all I had on my was my cell phone and my car keys. I set them in a basket that was on the table and put on the blind fold. Then I just stood there for what seemed forever. I listened for anything but could not hear a thing. Then all of a sudden, there was a presence next to me. My back stiffened. I had not heard him sneak up on me. A leash was latched on to the collar on my neck. I felt a yank pull me forward. I started to speak but felt a slap across my face but still no voice. I was going to speak again but figured I should just play along to be safe. I was taken into a room, I could feel the temperature change, the room was warmer, musky. I was taken to what I think was a bench since I can’t really see because of the blindfold and bent over it. Whoever was holding the leash took each hand and chained the cuff to opposite ends of the bench. The leash itself was chained down to the front. I couldn’t really move. I started to panic and wrestle with the chains. I felt a hard blow on my ass and I yelped, it felt like a paddle. I felt a second blow; I yelped again, tears streaming down my face. What had I gotten myself into? I ball gag was put on me to keep the noise level down. All you could hear was my moaning with every whack, I could feel my ass cheeks burning from the sting. It finally stopped. Was it over? Can I go? I didn’t dare move. The guy left the room. I was left alone for an hour, I thought he would never come back and I would have to somehow escape. When he came back I could tell he was not alone, he had one other person with him. The ball gag was removed from my mouth. A bottle of what smelled like poppers was put under my nose and I took two big sniffs in each nostril. I then felt the tip of a cock on my lips and I opened up. I could tell he was big, uncut and thick. He had a musky smell, like he had just come from the gym and not showered; it was sort of a turn on. He slid his cock in and started to deep fuck my throat, I was gagging but he didn’t care. He just kept driving into my throat. At the same time I felt another cock pressing up against my hole. I was trapped between two men and could not move. I had no clue who was fucking me. The guy on my ass didn’t even take it easy, in one fell swoop he shoved it up my ass, I pulled off the first guys cock and screamed, he took a rag and put it over my mouth, it had been soaked in poppers. For minutes that is all I could breath, I felt like I was about to pass out, and the guy on my ass never missed a beat. The first guy pulled the rag from my face and shoved his dick back down my throat. I flailed around while I was being spit roasted. Had it not been for the chains holding me down I would have fallen off the bench. The guy behind me picked up speed and started slamming into my hole. I could feel my ass burn and stretch with every thrust. He kept slapping my ass as he slammed into me. All of a sudden he grabbed my shoulders and pulled my body back onto his dick. He grunted several times and I could feel his cock expand and dump his load into my hole. By this point I was in heaven, perhaps this was a good decision after all. He pulled out and I felt empty. He came around and feed me his cock, having me clean it, I could taste the iron, smell my ass juices and cum, I knew he had done a number on my hole. The second guy wasted no time getting into my ass while I cleaned the first one. He started pumping hard, with every thrust my throat went deeper on the dick I was trying to clean. It didn’t take him long to bust. He bit into my shoulder as he thrusted his cock deep into me and deposited his load too. He came around to have me clean his cock, I started licking it clean and I felt a warm stream start to come out. I started to choke, it was his piss, I had never drank piss before, it was bitter. I didn’t want to piss them off since I was still tied down and I did my best to drink every drop. He was almost done pissing when I felt a second warm stream on my hole. I was never into piss but this was starting to feel hot. Then there was silence, I heard some movement and a voice: “I am going to unchain you, after I do, count to 100 and you can take the blind fold off and leave. You will find your belongings on the table. Do not do it before, you know the rules, don’t break them or we will tell Sir.” The left the room, I heard the door close, I counted to 100 and took the blind fold off. It took a second for my eyes to adjust to the light. As I looked around, all I saw the bench, a table, mirrors, an assortment of toys and what scared me the most, a camera, right in front of where I was, the recording light still blinking. I grabbed my stuff and walked back down the side of the house to my car. I got in and locked the door. I reeked of piss and I was shaking but I also noticed that my cock was rock hard, and my ass was leaking cum. I reached down, dipped a finger into my hole and brought it to my lips. My phone pinged; I had a text from Sir: “Good job boy, you are good at following orders. I hope you are ready for more; we have a long night ahead of us. You might have noticed the camera in the room, I have you on film. Do as I say or your husband gets a copy. Go to the following address, don’t text me until you get there: 87481 Main St More to come……

Hi guys. Hope you enjoy. I have written a couple stories a while back but by no means a professional writer. I welcome any feedback or ideas in regards to where you might want this story to go. The story itself is a mixture of fantast and personal life. Thanks! How I started cheating….and now I can’t stop…. It all started a couple years ago. I never thought I would be one to cheat, but it all happened so fast and once I took the first step it all spiraled out of control. But I am getting ahead of myself. I am Latino, 5' 11", 175 pounds, with full facial hair. I'm 35 years old, but look 28; I work out five days a week and take supplements. Some have described me as a muscle cub; whatever, I'd say I’m pretty cute. I have been married for 10 years now, since the age of 25. We met right after college, as we joke whenever anyone asks. “It’s a one night stand that never ended.” Which, to some extent, accurately describes our relationship. We met through Adam4adam and got together just to fuck and, as we hit it off, I added him to the list of tops I would hit up when I was horny and he would consistently get back to me. Shortly after we moved in together and have been together ever since. After years of being a slut and fucking around it was hard to stick to one person, but I was willing to give it a try. During this time I met another guy, Matt; he had just moved from Chicago to town for work and was looking to meet new people/friends. He was doing a six month stint and then heading back to Chicago. Matt was 28, cute, white, dashing blue eyes, and a water polo body. I was in heaven. We quickly became friends, going out for drinks and movies. As my hubby was not much of a club goer, Matt and I would go out together for fun. During one of our outings, we had a little too much to drink, and like any other human being, when I get tipsy I also get horny. As Matt's place was closer than mine, we took a cab to his place - just so I could sober up there. However, en route I found myself so horny and hard for Matt it seemed as if my cock was going to burst out of my jeans. Well, once we got to Matt's place we ended up in his back yard with a joint. I knew the joint wouldn't help me sober-up, but I reasoned it was still relatively early, so what the heck, why not? We started passing it around and started chatting. The conversation quickly turned sexual. We started talking about our sex lives, the guys we like, what we get into, the last time we had sex. I was pretty hard and I could see that he was too, there was no denying the tent in his pants and he could clearly see mine. I was stoned, I zoned out for a second, just staring at his crotch. I was jolted back to reality by Matt’s voice. “Why don’t you give it a squeeze, it’s not cheating if you just touch it.” I paused, should I? I wanted to so badly. I never understood how people can commit to have sex with one person for the rest of their lives but I also loved my hubby and wanted to do the right thing. I snapped back into focus because of Matt who had gotten up and put his crotch directly in front of my face while I was having my own internal monologue. I could smell his crotch musk from a hot night out dancing. I wanted to taste it so bad. I don’t know what came over me, perhaps it was the intoxicating smell, but I reached out and squeezed his cock through his jeans. Jeezus! It was big, I couldn’t tell just from touch but it felt meaty. Matt reached down, undid his belt, top button and pulled his zipper down. It was a beautiful sight. A big meaty cock stretching against the black fabric of his underwear begging to be released, I could see a wet spot from where he was leaking precum. I could not take it anymore; I reached up and pulled the waist band down. His cock plopped out, the tip glistening with precum, about eight inches, cut, veiny, with a nice mushroom head. I flicked my tongue out and lapped up the precum. It tasted so sweet. There was a little voice in the back of my head that was still trying to remind me I was married but then Matt started to slowly push forward, and I opened up. I felt his cock slide across my tongue, he started to slowly fuck my face and I pretty soon forgot about that little voice. Matt bottomed out and I found myself with my nose buried into his pubes, the sweet smell of his musk so intoxicating. I pulled off his cock, swirled my tongue around his mushroom head, getting the salty taste of piss. Matt pulled me up and turned me around, leaning me over the chair; he parted my ass cheeks and dove in. I was in heaven; I was still buzzed, stoned, and horny. I wanted to get fucked so badly. He pulled his face off my ass and I felt empty, I wanted more. I turned around and he led me inside to his bedroom, we left a trail of clothes across the floor. We entered the bedroom and Matt pushed me onto the bed and had me lay on my back with my head over the edge. He squatted over my face, dropped his balls onto my face, I eagerly lapped them up, licking ever crevice, getting every salty taste I could. He slid his cock down my face and slid it down my throat. Matt started to face fuck me slowly at first. I could feel the tip of his cock on the back of my throat. I wanted to gag. I wanted to push him out, but he put a hand on my chest and held me down, urging me to relax. Soon the feeling passed, and he started to fuck my throat. I had tears running down my face from the assault. My spit was that thick mucus spit you get; I had not been treated like this in years. Sex with the hubby had been good, but he was definitely a bit vanilla. Matt pulled his cock all the way out, I gasped for air and he shoved it back in. I thought this would go on forever, and I wanted it to stop but also not at the same time. My cock was rock hard. He finally pulled out and flipped me over again, he spit on my ass and slid his cock in between my checks, he put his full weight on me with one arm around my neck, I could feel his hot breath on me….”you ready for this dick?” All I did was to whimper and push my ass back. “Are you sure? Cuz once I start, I don’t stop and I don’t pull out.” In a drunken, stoned, horny split second decision I grunted “Fuck me 'til you bust your nut, bro.” That is all he wanted to hear. In one move he slammed his cock into my pussy hole. I tried to scream, but he put his hand over my mouth. Thank god he had opened me up a little bit earlier when he ate my ass or else I would have not been able to take it. Pretty soon the pain subsided; Matt grabbed my hair and pulled me up on all fours. He shoved a bottle of poppers under my nose and told me to inhale, one hit in each nostril. I was in heaven flying high and craving dick. I started to buck back onto his cock while he was taking a hit of the poppers himself. He then went to town; he slammed in and out of my hole, stretching me. I could see a little pink on the sheets from my ass. I knew I was bleeding, I knew he was tearing my hole up but I didn’t care, I wanted his load. I arched my ass up giving him deeper access. I wanted to make sure he shot his load as far deep as he could. It felt so good to have a different cock up my ass, god how I missed random encounters. And with that, I felt Matt plow into my ass with one big push, his cock expanded and he came inside my hole. With each rope of cum he shot into my body I could feel his cock throb. Matt rolled off me, I looked over at the clock. It was 4:00 AM. I had a missed call from the hubby asking where I was because it was so late. I called him back with Matt lying next to me, spooning me, cock back in my ass. I told the hubby I had a little too much to drink and that I would crash on Matt's couch and head home later in the AM for breakfast. I ended up passing out with Matt's cock still in my ass. I woke up in the morning to the feeling of getting fucked. Matt pumped another load into my ass and sent me home. I went home, took a shower, and went to have breakfast with the hubby, Matt’s two loads still in me. More to come……

Chapter 3: THE GANG RAPE I barely slept at all that night. I just laid there watching my alpha sleep - listening to his snoring, smelling his musk, imagining how every faggot in town would kill to be me right now. As the sun started to peer through the window, a ray of light fell over the bed and lit up his body. It was like he was a glowing God, and I couldn't resist. I leaned over him, admiring his perfect form. I began sucking on his left nipple (that would surely get him aroused). I could taste his dried sweat from the vigorous fucking the day before. His whole body was covered in it, like a thin layer of sweet honey to attract cock hungry bottom like flies. I could feel his dick swelling as he began to stir. He let out a single, deep groan as he rested his hand on the back of my head, never opening his eyes. Then he took a fist full of my hair and gently pulled my head off his chest and over to his face. He kissed me. A long, passionate kiss - the kind where you can see fireworks and stars and it feels like heaven. He still held my head by a fistful of hair. He was in total control. His other hand landed hard on my ass, squeezing my left cheek so hard I thought he would leave a hand shaped bruise. He broke our kiss and stared into me with those beautiful hazel eyes. "I fucking love you. You still mine?" He whispered to me. "Of course, sir. I always have been." He placed me down next to him on the bed. "You better rest up for tonight." He insisted. I was confused "What's tonight." I inquired. "You'll see, just be rested and cleaned out." Truth was I was supposed to be on the road that night. My long weekend was over and I had work the next day, but there was no way I was leaving now. John insisted that I sleep in late into the morning. It felt odd not getting up to make him breakfast and lunch. HE even brought ME some breakfast in bed. Well, it was juice and some fruit. He obviously didn't want me eating any big meals in preparation for some intense fucking that night. All the same, I'd never seen him do anything like that before. HE was the alpha. HE was the dominant. HE was the one people served and serviced. As he brought me a smoothie for lunch, he sat on the side of the bed smiling down at me. Fuck that smile was heaven for me. He handed me the remote and told me to watch some tv while he went out for lunch with some buddies. I sat in bed watching reruns for a few hours before John returned. He told me we had a big night and needed to prep. I started cleaning the apartment while he took a shower. When I had finished cleaning, he told me to go wash up. As I looked in the mirror, I noticed the bruises from our first fuck had begun to fade, but there was a fresh new bruise where his wrist had clenched my ankle the night before, holding me in the air. I stepped into the shower and washed myself off. I pulled out my razor and trimmed up my pubes. I never really needed to shave my balls or ass. They were naturally smooth. As I cleaned my ass I was surprised I could still be fairly tight after two nights of John destroying my hole. I'd never taken a dick anywhere near his size and girth before. I'd thought for sure his dick would ruin my hole. But it was still cute and tight as I stared at it in the mirror after drying off, pulling my cheeks apart to inspect it. I suddenly noticed John was standing in the doorway watching me. I blushed from embarrassment, but he just laughed and smiled. He walked up to me, spun me around, and bent me over the sink. He dropped to his knees behind me. I felt his hands spreading my ass apart, and his breath on my hole. "Damn I love this ass." He grunted as he dove in, tongue first. "Oh fuck!" I moaned as I felt his tongue force it's way inside me and his scruffy face rubbing against my ass. His hands remained on my ass, holding my cheeks apart and holding myself in place as the rest of my body squirmed and bucked. "Oh god! Oh yes! Oh my god, baby!" I could barely see straight as his tongue fucked me better than most dicks that had fucked me. I could hear my precum dripping onto the floor. This went on till I was begging him to just fuck me already. As he stood up, he slapped my ass and told me to put on the jock he'd left out on the bed for me. I emerged from the bedroom in nothing but the jock he'd left out for me. I immediately blushed and became paralyzed as I realized several of John's buddies were sitting on the couch, in various stages of undress, watching a home video of them gang fucking some white girl with huge tits. Several of them already had their dicks out. Jesus, these huge black dudes were all hung. "Get us some beers, bitch." John demanded. I went to the kitchen and retrieved 6 beers, one for each of them. I handed the beers out as most of them continued to ignore me. I couldn't help drooling at their cocks, and being painfully aware that I was just in a jockstrap. I sat in the side of the couch, but John grabbed me by the hair and nearly dragged me over in front of him, sitting on the floor between his legs. I stared at the screen as John patted my head like a dog. I didn't recognize the girl being fucked, but I definitely recognized most of the guys fucking her. Several of them were sitting on the couch above me. I also recognized the setting. They were fucking her on John's couch, in John's living room. I had no idea they fucked girls together. That's when I started feeling John moving above me. I realized he, and several of his bros, were jacking off. I turned around on my knees, staring at John's giant cock as he stroked it. I looked up at him for approval, and he nodded. I took his massive cock into my mouth yet again, and began to worship. Up and down and up and down. Gagging and slurping. I could hear him moaning encouragement to me, "fuck yeah. That's it. Good bitch." Then I felt a hand on my ass, and a glob of spit splatter on my hole. That was not John's cock pressing against my back door. That was not John's precum being smeared all over my crack. This was the big night he'd planned for me. I was so happy and nervous. I fell in love with him all over again as one of his bros slid a massive cock inside my ass. John tapped me on the head as his friend began long dicking me. I lifted off John's cock and he moved out of the way while another of his friends position on the couch in front of me. I looked at John and he nodded in approval. That was all the encouragement I needed. I took another dick into my mouth and began my worship. It tasted different from John's. This precum wasn't nearly as sweet. His crotch didn't smell like John's. John's crotch always smelled of those musky pheromones that made my knees weak. This crotch smelled clean, like the soap he had probably just used in the shower before coming over. The guy in my ass announced he was getting close and needed a break. His dick plopped out of me, leaving me gaping and empty. It wasn't long before another cock from another guy who I couldn't see was pressed against my hole. With one push, he slid all the way in. This one was different. he was thick and long, but his dick had a wicked sharp curve in it (to the right). I quinces and began crying as he ripped me apart, fucking me hard and never giving me a chance to adjust to his curved dick. I realized I didn't know where John was. My eyes darted around the room till I saw a light in the corner. It was a light from a camera. It was John! He was filming me being barebacked by all these men. He chuckled as he saw me notice him. "You a happy little bitch?" He barked at me. "Yes sir." I barely managed to fumble out through the tears as his bro started mercilessly pounding me. John got the camera right in my face to see my tears up close. "Oh fuck, little bitch is crying." He laughed. "What are you?" He demanded. "Your dirty little faggot." I whimpered through the tears. Finally the curved dick guy started heaving and grunting as he shot his load inside me. This went on for a few hours. As soon as one guy would nutt inside me, another would step up to take his place. Often, the one who just finished would sit in front of me for me to clean off his dick. The apartment was rank with the smell of cum and sweat, and I was covered in both. I would occasionally hear a new guy arrive and unzip his pants. I was overwhelmed with pain and pleasure. I was so emotionally torn. I hated myself for how turned on I was by all of this. I had never felt so used and violated. I was in so much pain that I cried nearly the entire time. But a part of me loves every second. As John's friends finished up and left, new guys began arriving. I didn't recognize them and he didn't even seem to know them. Thy simply came in, mumbled a quick hello to John, and got in line. Some of them were hot. Many of them were not. I had bruises and scrapes all over my knees now. My arms were sore and tired. There was copious amounts of cum and other fluids running down my leg and all over the floor. I didn't think I could take any more. Then another hour or so went by and I was crying so hard I heard myself begging for it to stop. I heard John start to turn away the new guys who arrived at that point, but it took almost another hour for the line to dwindle down. I couldn't wait to be done. I stated paying attention to the last few guys as I counted down how many were left. There was the tall, skinny, white guy in his early 20s with the long skinny dick who shot an insanely huge load all over my back. There was the short, Hispanic, thirty something daddy with the beer gut and a tiny dick. Then the last one was the average height white guy in his 30s or 40s, with slightly greying hair, a chest like a former football player whose let himself go a bit but is still muscular, and a beer can dick that made a plunging sound as he pulled it all the way out and shoved all the way in. When he finally began to groan and shoot his load in me, I thanked God I had survived. The silver daddy zipped up his pants and left me there lying on the floor in a mess of cum, tears, and God knows what else. John had set the camera on a tripod to keep recording and he went out back to have a drink while the last half dozen guys finished. I couldn't even make it onto the couch before I passed out. I awoke the next morning in more pain than I'd ever felt. My whole body felt like I'd been hit by a car. I was so covered in dry fluid that half my body was stuck to the tile. John threw a wet towel on the floor next to me. "Clean yourself the fuck up." He ordered. "I don't let dirty bitches sit or lay on my furniture." I hated myself for what I'd let happen to me last night, but I couldn't help popping a boner thinking about it. I was worried that John would just see me as a dirty bitch now. He wouldn't want to keep me now that I'd been used by half the town. "And clean this place the fuck up while you're at it." He continued. "I got a date to fuck and I don't want her coming over to this shit." I knew it. He had used me up and was moving on. I cried through my shower and most of my chores. By the time John got back with his date, I was sitting quietly on the couch looking at the list of missed calls from my boss and coworker's on my phone. Shit, I was supposed to be back at work today. John and his date burst into the apartment around midnight, both clearly a little drunk. She was pretty - big tits, nice hair, tight dress over her nice ass. I hated her. John quickly led her into his room and closed the door. I payed on the couch, sniffing the sweat on the pillow the way I used to. There was a lot of guys' sweat on there from the night before, but I could clearly smell John's as he began fucking his date in the other room. I closed my eyes and began jerking off for the first time in days as I listened to them. About 30 minutes in, I heard his loud, animalistic grunting. I quickly wiped myself off before the door opened and the girl, half dressed, began walking to the front door. John stood there naked in his doorway, as he always did, smirking at me. Once she left, he stood there for a few seconds and then his face got serious. "Well..!" He said, sternly. "You getting that bitch ass the fuck in here or not!?" He demanded. "You want me in your room?" I stuttered, confused by his question. "Bitch just cause I fuck other but he's don't mean you aren't the bitch that sleeps in my bed!" He snapped. "Jesus, I went through all that trouble for you last night after watching you drool over my friends for a year and now you're giving me attitude?" By the time he was finished speaking, I was already at his feet, cleaning off his cock. I could smell her pussy on him, but I didn't care. "I'll be fucking plenty of other bitches, you better get fucking use to that, and you'll be getting fucked by whoever I decide." "Yes sir." I mumbled around his dick. He grabbed me grabbed me with both hands, lifted me up, and tossed me on his bed like a rag doll. He climbed on top of me. His sweat once again filled my lungs as he kissed me. He lifted his arm and smothered me with his glorious armpit as he slid inside me. "You my little cumdump bitch?" He demanded. "Yes sir." I moaned as I licked his pit clean. Next chapter: THE BATHHOUSE

This is 110% true: Came home from work today feeling super horny and found a white red haired dude on BBRT who is super hung and aggressive. He wanted to dominate my ass so I slipped on a jock, blind fold and handcuffs. My door was unlocked so could slip inside the bedroom and find me waiting for him ass up. I took a huge wiff of poppers while he forced himself on top of me and shoved his 7.5 x 5.5 inch cut cock deep in my throat. It was the largest dick I ever felt but couldn't see anything in the blind fold. Then he made me lick his balls, ass hole, and pits. It smelled sweaty and musky - his ass was really ripe. Suddenly he flipped me on my belly and shoved his dick inside me all the way, no lube or stopping. It hurt so bad. The guy was 5.5 inches thick and I felt all of them ripping me apart. He was neg but got off on talking about having his poz friend come over next and use me. He absolutely destroyed my hole and crushed my soul. Forced me to call him sir and beg him to fuck me. He spit in my face and had me screaming so loud. Then he told me to beg for his load and shot a HUGE load deep inside me. It coated my guts and I could feel his dick shivering for at least 2-3 minutes. After he pulled out he got dressed and left. I got back on BBRT and found another guy who was on his way home from work. He was set to arrive just as my BF was getting out of work. I had a plan to have my BF come home while the second guy was fucking me. The second guy found me waiting for him ass up in bed in my jock and was about the same height as my BF. He had a 5 inch uncut cock that I sucked down hard and begged him for his load. He knew the other dude had fucked me and I begged him not to tell my BF there was more than one load inside me. A few minutes later my BF walked in the door and found us fucking hard in bed. The second dude started pounding me deep, pushing the load deeper inside of me, and eventually filled my ass with a second load of cum. My BF got behind me immediately and had no idea there were two loads dripping out of my hole. He shoved his cock inside me and came almost right away. The second guy got cleaned up and left and my boyfriend asked to fuck me full a second load. I told him the story of my day and what had happened earlier and he loved it. He came even more the second time and told me my ass was just pure cum. I still have all 4 loads swimming inside of me and it feels great to be used and give pleasure to so many men. My cock stayed soft and in my jock the entire time too.

I’d been blowing clouds with a daddy I would hook up with. He would have me come over and there would be a pipe loaded and ready for me when I arrived. “Sit, hit this until you finish it.” He’d say. And for the next twenty to thirty minutes I’d watch porn as I hit the pipe. When I was done, he’d fill it again. “Ok, lemme know when this is done.” And so I’d continue. By the time I was done I’d be flying and he’d be ready. He’d fill it again, move to the bed and take his clothes off. “Get between my legs and suck my meat, boy.” He nonchalantly order. And I’d take my clothes off, leaving on my jock, and I’d begin to suck he thick daddy dick. He was southern, white trashy / redneck sort of guy. Nice enough, with a great cock between his legs. I’d suck his dick for hours, and he’d feed me the pipe. He loved getting me higher and higher and having my spun mouth work over his dick. At some point in the night, after hours of me nursing his meat, he’d tell me to grease up my hole, turn around and sit down on his dick. And I would gladly oblige. One night, about midway into the session he received a text. And then sent another, and received another. “Hey, I need to go get some more shit. I have a friend staying in the other room. You are going to entertain him until I get back. Go over, knock on the door and he’ll let you in. When I get back, you can continue. Without hesitating I stood up and walked out of the room. I knocked on the door, it slid open, dark except the glow of a cell phone on a nightstand. And I walked in. A figure, taller than me, muscular, quietly said “Hey there.” and shut the door behind me. I moved toward the bed and he followed. He was naked and hard. “Is your hole open yet?” He asked. “Haven’t been fucked today yet” I responded. He reached over and lubed up his finger. “Lay down.” He told me. I laid on the bed and he guided my legs in the air. Lubing my ass and pushing in with his finger. “Not too tight. Good.” He pushed me further back and climbed on top of me. He handed me a bottle of poppers. “Hit these deep a few times, let me know when you are done with them.” He said. I hit them deep and hard, and immediately my skin and head buzzed and I felt light as a feather. I could feel him lubing up my hole more, and then he pushed my legs all the way back by my ears and placed a pillow under my ass. Then I felt his cock head on my hole and it pressed in. My hole was eager and I just wanted it to be filled with something big and thick. I still couldn’t make out his face really, but his body was firm, long and muscular. His dick with thick and just long enough. He slid all the way in. And I started to move a little for position. He grabbed my neck and said, “Do not move. Your job is to lay there, silently and take it. You move and I stop. You make a sound and I stop. If you need poppers, just tough your nose. Otherwise don’t move. Got it?” I was so turned on. “Yes.” I quietly responded. “Good. You are a bottom. My whore. Just a hole. And I want to get off. So shut up.” And he proceeded to fuck me deep and hard. I didn’t dare move. He handed me the poppers and and I inhaled deeply. About twenty minutes later he blew his load into my hole. It was still completely dark, I still hadn’t seen his face really. And when he was done shooting his load he pulled out. “Thanks. I think our bud is back.” And he walked to the door, slid it open while staying in the dark and ushered me into the hall. I went back to the daddy’s room. He was laying in the bed, porn on, dick out, pipe loaded. I went right back to sucking his meat. “How was my friend?” He asked. “Great.” I mumbled as I worked his cock with my mouth. “You just made me $40.” He said. “Daddy’s little whore.” My dick got rock hard. And I sucked him until he came. He fell asleep almost as soon as he came, and I quietly dressed and slipped out into the pre-dawn cool air of the street. I wasn’t nearly done. So I drove to a local sex club, parked and went in. This place was a sleazy hole, no private rooms, just lockers. And it had a few slings, some glory holes and a second level lofted with various spots to fuck and suck. I stripped down to my jock and sneakers, locked my locker, grabbed a cigarette and ran to the little smoking room towards the back. It was fairly quiet, no one doing anything, a guy was on the computers scrolling through profiles online, and another guy was already in the smoking room. Wearing jeans, a leather harness, and boots. He was smoking a cigarette. I sat down, he offered me a light. A few mins in, he pulled a pipe from his jeans and torched the bowl, and blew a big cloud. He offered me a hit, and I took it. We started chatting. He asked about my night, and without sparing much detail I told him what had happened so far. He smiled. “Woof!” He snarled. “Want to get fucked more?” He asked. And I nodded. He stood, pulled out a bag, and then found a small but nice size rock. “Bend over bud, lets get this deep in there.” And I turned around showed him my ass, and he pushed the rock deep inside. I turned around and sat back down. He pulled out his phone and started typing. “I have a few buddies who might be close by who would love a go on your ass. Let’s see what we can get going.” And he hit send on his phone. “Ok, go get that hole in a sling. I’ll be right there.” I walked out of the room and found a sling I liked toward the front. I slid up into it, and noticed a few more guys had come into the club. One big bear, younger, and fully clothed. An older guy, about 65, tall, lanky, with his dick hanging out of his jeans and a leather vest. And a third guy, about 40, long hair, long beard, kinda looked dirty and homeless. The all took note of the me hopping into the sling. My friend from the smoking room came out and handed me his poppers. “They are heading over now.” He said. I hit the poppers and he stuck a finger in my ass. The other three circled closer to the sling. He looked up and said to the dirty looking one, “Want his ass?” And with that he gave me to the dude. I never saw his dick, but felt it go in. He pushed all the way deep, and it felt amazing. My new smoking friend moved toward my head, gave me a hit of poppers. Looked quickly around, pulled out his pipe and lit if for me and I inhaled deep as the homeless guy plowed into my ass. “Your hole is mine tonight, and I’m going to keep it full.” My new buddy announced. As soon as the homeless guy blew his load in my hole, he motioned for the lanky older guy to take his place. This guy had been quiet so far watching, but as soon as his dick entered my ass it nearly doubled in size and he tore into my hole hard. It hurt from time to time, and my bud would make sure the poppers were at the ready. This went on for at least a half hour, and I noticed a few others had joined us. The old man finally busted his nut and pulled out. He leaned in and whispered to me “I love a good fucking whore. what locker is yours, I’ll slip me number into it. Call me as soon as you are done with here tonight, and I’ll keep you busy later.” I gave him my locker number and off he went. “My friends are here.” My smoking bud said with a smile, handing me the poppers again. “I also had them text their friends.” And before I had finished the hit of poppers, another dick was in my ass.

I have been in this position before, literally, in a man's bed, on my back with my legs up on his shoulders and his cock ready to enter my tight ass. The first time I was a young boy being seduced by an older man who introduced me to my gay side and the joy of bareback sex. This time it’s about changing my life again and fulfilling a need so strong it can’t be suppressed. I’m 62, married with two grown kids, and have been bisexual since that first seduction so many years ago. I have always been a bottom and I have always taken cock raw. Cruising areas, adult book stores and the occasional date have been very successful in getting me what I need and what I need is a nice hard cock sliding up inside me and fucking my ass until it explodes inside me and fills me with cum. I don’t need to come, it’s all about giving the ultimate pleasure to the top who is fucking me. Being there for him and taking him inside me, encouraging him enjoy my ass and leaving part of himself inside me. I reach up and pull him to me, our bodies touch and we kiss deeply. His kisses are strong yet soft. His tongue enters my mouth and dances with mine in an erotic dance that makes us both moan with passion. My hard cock is pressed between us and I feel the tip of his pressed up against my pink hole. His hips are moving ever so slightly as we kiss and hot precum is being deposited on my entrance. He pulls back and looks at me and asks "Are you ready?" My mind is racing but I don’t answer him and he’s seeing that look of both passion and fear in my eyes. With that he says "I want to do this with you so much. It’s so erotic for me give you my cock like this and know that you love it as much as I do. To be inside you bare, and to make love on a level that is above and beyond the normal. To put my seed in you and know that I am breeding you and that part of me will stay and grow inside you." He says all the right things and I answer by pushing my ass against the tip of his cock. Smiling, he kisses me again and his hips move up and I felt that big mushroom tip start to press on my entrance in earnest. Covered in precum and lube there is little resistance at first. My hole is ready but I know he is thicker than anything I have taken in a long time and that this is going to hurt. He feels me open to my max and then tighten around him. Stopping for a moment he holds me in his arms tightly then brings his hips up hard. With that we both feel my hole rip open. He pushes in deeply as I cry out in pain and try to pull away from the massive cock sliding up inside me. "Oh god, you are so tight baby," he whispers in my ear, adding "You know that had to be done. It will make it easier for me to be with you. Relax. I’m in you now." My ass is on fire, but my insides are full of hard, hot cock and it is huge. We are joined and I wrap my arms and legs around him to pull him as close to me as I can. I know what we are doing, and that I have just crossed that line from which there is no return. I murmur "Yes baby, I know. Give me a moment. God you feel so good in me. Let me just feel you in me. So full. So deep. I need a moment to take this all in. My life is about to change forever." "I know baby. Relax, enjoy and know how exciting this is for me too. I’m leaking in you and we’re just starting. No going back now. We discussed this and I told you that once I’m inside of you it’s all over for you." I turn my head and kiss him. I want it. I have to have it. I want it to be him. My ass moves gently on his massive shaft letting him know I’m ready to continue. As he fucks me slowly looking me in my eyes he starts to talk to me, saying "God, you feel good. So tight, hot. I love having my death stick inside you. I will live in you until you die. I want my seed to grow in you, for you to incubate my babies so they take over your body." My head is spinning and I know this is wrong, but my body loves what this man is doing to it. I feel his hard cock sliding in and out of me. The long, slow strokes of a top who knows how to fuck and enjoys it. Taking me to that place that bottoms love so very much. Giving a man pleasure so intense that he can’t resist it, that he must have it and, after a certain point, there’s no stopping him from getting it. All leading to the most amazing orgasm, one so intense that it almost feels like being at death's door. I can’t believe I just thought that. How prophetic that I should put it that way. I am very possibly standing right there. My life, or death is being decided right now by this cock fucking my ass. I think for second that I can get away from this, but he’s pushing deep and I’m feeling his thick shaft so deep in my belly and I want it. "Give it to me baby. Knock me up. Give me your virus and make me yours. Keep fucking me until I’m raw inside and your baby batter will infect me." Passionate kisses now. The level of intensity is rising and I can no longer think about my wife, family, long term medical or anything other than making him cum, and taking his load deep up in my guts. He responds to my needs and fucks me harder. No more kisses as he has folded me in half. His needs are taking over. Looking me in my eyes and I see the look that men have when the cum starts to boil in their balls. I feel his need to orgasm and he asks "Are you ready for my poison load?" "Fuck, yes. Give it to me, baby." "It will kill you." "Do it. Fuck it in me." He grunts and pushes deep into my ass. I can feel his cock pulsating. I squeeze my ass tightly, milking every drop out of his cock, thinking to myself 'Oh god, yes. So much cum. I’m so wet inside'. He looks wild on top of me, but I know what he’s feeling right now. I love that about man-on-man sex: that we both know exactly what each other are feeling. Lots of heavy breathing follows, accompanied by some long strokes of his cock and quick thrusts back up inside me. I can feel him emptying out inside my hot, wet chute and pushing his cum into my bowels. The tip of his cock getting so sensitive as the last drops of his seed dribble out and his thrusts are jerky. He looks down at me and with a wry smile says "Oh baby you are so pregnant with my virus. This is so hot knowing that I’ve just knocked up your neg ass. Do you feel it in side you?" "Yes," I reply as he pushes his cock deep back in. "Mmmmmmm. Feels so good inside you. So much poz cum in you. I haven’t cum that much in a long time. You ok? Yes, it feels wonderful." Kisses, soft and sweet follow as he lies next to me, or bodies hot and sweaty as he murmurs "God that felt good. Knowing that I was pozzing you just got me harder and harder and you just kept asking for it. That was so fucking erotic." His hand is on my belly rubbing it gently as he asks "You know it might take this time, right? I ripped you pretty good going in and roughed up your insides, so with my high viral load it might only take once and you’re poz right now, or you might still be neg." I return his kisses and then answer "I know baby, but I want you to keep fucking me until I convert. Promise me that if I get the fuck flu really badly and I get so sick that I want to die right then, that you’ll fuck me and dump one more toxic load in me just to remind me how I got so sick. Mmmm, yes, baby." We keep kissing and I massage his cock, determined to get another load.

Part 2: Matt and I carried on like this for the rest of his work assignment. We would go out, have drinks, come back to his place and fuck like rabbits, he would then send me home with a couple loads up my ass. I loved it; I loved every minute of it. Knowing that I was doing something I was not supposed to made it so exciting. The hottest part was being with the hubby and him not knowing I had another guys load up my ass. All good things must come to an end though. Matt completed his 6 month work assignment and went back to Chicago. I was ok at first, but after a few weeks I started craving another guy’s load again. I started trolling the apps for cum. I had the usual headless profile pic saying I was looking for right now on the down low and couldn’t host. I hooked up with a few guys, but none were as hot as Matt. After a few months of being a slut, this guy on Recon hit me up. I was fairly new to the app, one of the guys that was shooting a load up my ass once mentioned it and I figured it would give it a try. It looked a little hard core but to be honest, the idea of submission and leather all turned me on. I had noted on my profile that I was a married bareback cum dump that loved to take loads, any load. I hesitated to respond to the message, it had that warning message at the bottom that said the profile had been recently created, you never know now a days. I read over his profile. He had a headless photo, nice body. Total Dom Daddy, mid 40s. The rest of his pics were of of three sub bottoms who had been collared. Now, the Daddy was 100 miles away which might not sound all that far away, but with our traffic, that could easily be hours of driving. I don’t know what came over me, maybe I was horny, maybe it was the pics of the collard subs, or perhaps it was the body pic of the dom daddy, but I decided to respond. It was a pretty simple reply, “Hello Sir” We chatted back and forth, seems he travelled down to my area of town a few times a month. He saw my ass pics and profile, wanted to reach out to see if I was interested in being one of his collared boys. I explained to him that I was actually married and all my activity was on the down low. While he was a bit disappointed he couldn’t really collar me full time the idea of controlling another man’s husband turned him on. We chatted back and forth for a couple weeks getting to know each other, exchanging pictures. I started calling him Sir; the sound of it turned me on. We went from Recon to exchanging telephone numbers which led to having actual conversations. After a couple weeks he made a proposition to me, suggesting “I like you boy. You sound like a hot little cum dump. As you know, I travel down to your neck of the woods a few times a month and know a lot of tops who would love to breed your pretty little pussy. Become my cum dump toy. I'll set up breeding sessions for you where you have only to show up and take the loads. Interested? I promise that it will all be safe, all these are guys I personally know, I won’t let them hurt you, unless you want them too. Think about it for a few days, let me know. But don’t take too long. You wouldn’t want me to accidentally send the pics you sent me to your hubby.” A chill went down my spine, Click, the line went dead. I tried calling back but no answer; I left a voicemail and sent a text, but nothing. I started to think of all the pictures I had sent him. There were a lot of naked pictures showing my face. I didn’t know what to do. An hour later I received a text from Sir, “In two days you will get a text from me, follow orders or else.” That was it, I replied back but he never got back to me, I went to bed that night, tossed and turned, what had I gotten myself into…. More to come…..

Was in a hotel for work and eager to get my hole filled so I was on Grindr, A4A, Craigslist, and Growlr all at the same time. A top started chatting with me on Grindr and I knew that he was in the hotel for the same conference I was but I didn't care. Slipped on a hood and invited him over. He insisted that we play safe. I really wanted another load. But, I figured at least I could get fucked. So I asked him to leave the use bag on the sink so that after he left I could eat his load. He agreed to do that. So, I prepped the same way I did earlier for my first fuck of the day: After the usual cleaning out I fill the enema bottle with about 1/4 cup mineral oil and squirt that up inside. I like doing that because I figure if I ever find a horsehung man I want to make sure I'm able to satisfy him. So this guy comes in, my head is covered. I can hear him rip open the condom wrapper (I later found it on the floor). And he starts fucking me. After a while of a good fuck he nuts and hops off me. I can hear him mutter "Shit. It broke." Then he freaked out and ran out the door. LOL The mineral oil must have work through the rubber. So I got what I wanted anyway!

All right. The story I’m about to publish here is mostly true, but there is some fiction to it so I have decided to put it to fiction part. I am about to confess something that has changed for me recently, and I also don’t want to be recognized so I’ve changed some details.. I am a 25 year old last year student of a university living in Prague in the Czech Republic. I am a middle build with dark hair, 180 cm tall (5’11”) and 75 kg (165 lb) blue eyes and cute face. I sport a little but my body is not close to be perfect yet. Before the series of odd yet exciting events I had had around 18 guys. I have recently broken with a boyfriend and I created a profile on a dating site here. And then it happened. I ran across a profile of a tattooed handsome guy with some piercings who was 33 years old. He claimed to be dominant but is very picky. Let’s call him Ace. Pitty, I thought to myself, as that guy would be something I would love to get fucked by. I thought I had no chance, but the profile said that he was starting this “Fucking roulette”. Guys would sign up with him, he would publish them as their friends. Those who signed up earlier would be able to chose to fuck those who came in later. You could not refuse. Furthermore, Ace would chose you who to fuck and who you will be fucked by. If you were in the bottom role, you would not be able to say “no” in any case as it would disqualify you. You were always bottoming first. So, to make it short. I signed up. In few minutes I was the eighth to sign up. The “ad” said that I need my cunt to be used. The traffic on my profile has never been higher. In a few minutes Ace send me the profile name of the guy who was supposed to fuck me. His picture showed only his defined body. It said he is 40 years old. A little old to me, but I could not say no, could I? Coincidentally, the radar on the dating site said he was less than 300m away. I was nervous, but I decided to go with it. And I would not say no. He send me the address. He picked me up and we went to his apartment. Though it was late afternoon, the shades were down. His face was not that handsome, but the body was even better than in the pictures. I was not going to say no to anything. He made me strip completely. I was standing naked in front of him. He examined my body and face. I think he liked me. He pulled my hair and pulled my head to his crotch. I was going to open his zipper. As I touched it he slapped me. I understood I am not supposed to use my hands. I opened it with my teeth. It was hard but I managed. I really liked the smell of his cock in the underwear. As it was getting hard, I noticed it is fairly large. I pulled his pants and his underwear down. His cock was around 18 cm (7inch). I haven’t been getting larger dicks lately. I started to lick his balls and suck him. After a while, when he was rock hard he pulled my hair again and threw me on his bed. He undressed and I love his body. He turned me so that I was lying on my chest. I asked him: “Are we going to use” “No!” “ But I” “I am fucking you bare but I will not come in your ass.” It was my first time going bare. I thought well, why not. He put too little lube and he dug in. My ass was on fire, tears got to my eyes but I told myself I need to make it. He fucked me for about ten minutes. After a while it got incredibly sexy. I actually loved it being a little whore. He also took some pictures while fucking me as a proof for Ace, which we had to provide. After that he pulled out, turned me around and shoved it in my mouth. No wiping, just like that. It was little oozy, but it was sexy as hell. After a while, while I was on the edge of glory, he pulled out and came all over my face. I came as well and it was one of the most sexy things I have ever experienced. Later in the evening, I saw pictures of his cock and my but at Ace’s profile. While I was surfing, I found a profile on another dating site with the same picture and similar stats. The profile’s name was “anotherHIVpos”. It did not stop me in the Fucking Roulette.

This happened yesterday. I'm on the USC campus for a work conference, visiting from out of state. I chatted with this guy on Growlr and his profile said he was bisexual and cheating on his wife. right there in the profile, he admitted he was cheating. He was a top. When we started chatting, he told me he liked my ass and really wanted to fuck me...but he only fucked with condoms. I knew I wanted his load and I decided to seduce him. Neither of us could get free for two days, so during the hours he kept the app on his phone (he deleted Growlr before he went home each night), we talked dirty. I talked to him about the importance of seed, how I rarely took it inside me, how it *meant* something to carry a man's DNA, the very essence of a man until it got absorbed into the pink flesh. He loved it. I told him stories of seducing my massage therapist until he fucked his cum into me hard. I told him how I was with a top once who once said--while fucking me doggy style--"I'm taking off the condom now." he loved it. I talked about "seed loyalty," how a bottom feels intensely toward the top who gifted him with the juice of life, how bottoms were pussies meant to absorb this juice and the juice is meant to flow into pussies, male or female. He got off on it and kept telling me how he'd never heard this talk before, how he never NEVER considered the concept of "seed loyalty" and it was driving him nuts. I wasn't lying...I don't fuck around with hundreds of guys...I am surprisingly slutty for me--I let about 6 guys a year cum inside me. Okay, maybe 10. I realize some bottom guys go for 18 loads a night and that's awesome...but not my style. It is a big deal for me to take a guy's load. We don't have to be married or even see each other again, but I want there to be a connection during the breeding. I am his. I have seed loyalty to this man, even if he forgets about me two weeks later. After getting him worked up, I took Uber to his house, which I was surprised to find in South Central. I've never been to LA and here I was headed to this really run-down neighborhood and a bearded Hispanic man in a wifebeater met me at his chain link fence. We smoked pot. We got naked. He whipped out a condom. Dang. We fucked for a while and he was way into my beefy ass. He ate it. He sucked those lips. he kept touching my ass with his fingers lightly and saying, "Damn...damn..." He was into my thick daddy ass. After a while of fucking, I begged him to rub his precum-covered cock all over my pink hole. He pulled off the condom so he could accommodate me... Rubbed his dick against me... I moaned... He said quietly, "That was the last condom I have." I sensed this was a delicate moment and I wasn't sure whether to tell him to go for it or let him decide in this moment... I wanted to say, "Fuck me, raw." But I had been talking dirty about getting bred and honoring his seed-of-life, and for the past fifteen minutes it made him fuck harder and deeper...he knew what I wanted. I was kneeling on the couch and so instead of answering, I just pushed my ass out and moaned. He entered me. He fucked me. As soon as he was inside me, I started talking dirty about his raw cock, and how good it felt, how his precum was truly slicking up my insides so that when he blew his load, his sperm would swim deeper in my slicked-up colon. The more I talked about his seed in me, the harder he got. After a few more minutes of fucking, he started swearing in Spanish, and he blew his load. He came hard. I wouldn't let his cock out of me...I milked it, held onto it as he tried to pull out. Eventually he pulled out and looked at me like he could not believe what happened. He told me he was married less than a year and while he cheated a few times, never raw. I tried to talk dirty about how good it felt to be knocked up and now I had "seed loyalty" to him--for the rest of my life, I would jack off thinking about my south central LA Chicano who bred my thick white ass. He was a little dazed and in shock over what he had done, so I called an Uber. He waited with me outside while the car came. I asked him why he decided to fuck me raw. He shrugged and said, "I was out of condoms." That wasn't exactly true. I had intended to respect his wishes to play safe, so I had brought condoms with me. While we fucked, they were sitting in my jeans pockets two feet away. But I never told him that. I held his semen inside me for hours.

I couldn't agree with you more. Gays can be such snobs.It seems like they are looking for excuses not to have sex with you. When I was young I didn't have those filters and I'm glad I didn't. I can honestly say I've had some of my best sex with those you were not even a "6" let alone a "10". One guy had a problem with his leg and I'm sure he wasn't even considered a choice by most guys. I considered him and he bred me on several occasions. He certainly made me happy and had no problem performing. I've had some great sex with overweight guys as well. Old guys yes. People who are a "10" really aren't the best sex partners because they would rather be having sex with themselves! So, all of you, not just younger gays, get over yourself and start choosing those guys who aren't "10"'s and have a great time!

It had been about 12 days since I was able to get off because of being so busy with work. Finally found the time on Sunday to at least play with myself some (or so I thought). Jacking with fresh poppers quickly led to me pulling out my 8.5in and thick dildo which my ass was very eager to see again. Slowly started to play with it but quickly was pounding it into my hole while sitting onto the edge of the bed. All the while I had Grindr up on my phone and decided to stop (before I shot solo) to see if anyone had messaged me. Lucky for me my 8in twink jock neighbor saw me online (and probably heard the moaning) and wanted to come over. I told him what was going on and then I simply unlocked the door and kept pounding my hole until I saw him come in. He already had his dick out, pulled the dildo out of my ass and dove right in! I managed to get out how long it had been since I had cum so he held my hands down while he fucked me (so that the only way I would shoot would be b/c of him fucking me). This went on for probably 10 to 15 minutes (not totally sure b/c I pretty much kept the popper bottle under my nose the entire time). Then I felt him slowing down and deep dicking for 3 long pumps. Each time he kept hitting the right spot deeper and deeper. Finally on pump number 3 the flood gate opened! Shot the first shot over my head (I was on my back) then 4 more covering my chest. Clearly, with my ass clamped down so tight on his dick he shot a very thick load inside me as well! After that, he pulled out and put the dildo back in my ass. Gave it a couple taps and said "hope you have a good day" and left! I was so out of it by then I'm not sure what happened after that haha. Needless to say, I don't want to wait that long again...but if I do I want the neighbor to be home!

My last three loads were also my first loads. I've been into men for a number of years. Like many of you, I was curious, started with porn, then moved on to meeting guys in parks etc. I finally started having sex as a bottom a few years back, all safe. But the more I had sex the more guys I played with and read about in blogs like this. I became bored and wanted more. I accepted the risks of barebacking some time ago. And finally got the courage to take raw dick and a load. I went to see a guy I met on bbrt last night. I drive over an hour for his dick. We had similar interests and he seems not be a flake like some on bbrt are. Once we got started it was hard for me to say no or not to live out some fantasies I had.... I showed up at his house around 630, he greeted me with a nice big hug and kiss. We chatted for a bit and had a drink to relax. He led me upstairs, we got undressed. He had a nice 8' fairly thick cock, I sucked and rimmed him. He played with and rimmed my ass then we fucked.... After a while he was getting close to cumming. He grunted and stopped pumping, I knew at that moment he was cumming inside me. I didn't feel the cum, only a light pulsing of his cock..... He eventually pulled out and gave me his cock to suck. We fucked once more around 930, for load number two then we fell sleep. I woke up around 3am, we fucked again for load number three and then I left. My hole is sore, and I still wet with his cum. I wasn't sure what to expect from going raw and being bred for the first time. But it was an amazing night and I look forward to seeing him again.

Paul followed the skinny man through the dark halls, as he desperately tried to stem the flow of blood and cum leaking from his fuckhole. The man kept turning back to check Paul was there, each time rubbing himself as he stared at Paul's body. They entered into a lighter part of the sauna, filled with beds and soft furnishings. There were condoms filled with cum all over the floor, as well as empty lube packets. The skinny man stopped in front of a bed, and pulled Paul into him. He fondled Paul's body, moaning gently as he did. He whispered, 'I'm not long for this World. I have to pass on my special gift. Do you want my gift?' Paul hesitated... what did he mean? The man stared at him intently, and Paul noticed there was a small gaggle of oggling men around them, desperate to see what was going to happen next. 'Yes, I want it', Paul said. The man smiled, revealing a set of vile yellow teeth. His gums were damaged, cracking with blood as he grinned. 'Get on the bed', he whispered. Paul crawled onto the bed, settling on all fours and spreading his ass for the man. 'No', said the man as he crawled next to Paul. 'Lie on your side, I want to hold you'. Paul lay on his side, as the man wrapped his arms around his warm, young body. The man rubbed his fingers around Paul's asshole, rubbing Paul's last load between his fingers. Paul felt the distinct popping of the man's mushroom head invading his ass, and the man moaned as he cradled Paul. The audience were in their element, pumping their cocks as they watched the man invade Paul's ass. 'I love you', the man said, stroking Paul's hair. 'I love you so much... do you love me?' 'I love you', Paul said. 'Fuck me harder... please...'. The man complied, spreading Paul's ass with long, hard, but slow thrusts, and he continued to moan. 'I'm close', he whispered. 'My gift will live on, through you... I love you'. The man screamed as he unloaded 8 days worth of stored load into Paul's ass. Cum fountained from Paul's ass, pouring down the sides of the man's dick. He held Paul so tight that Paul's chest began to hurt. He kissed Paul's back, running his hands along Paul's slender arms and legs. As he calmed down, he slowly slid his long cock from Paul's ass, as fountains of pink cum, mixed with Paul's damaged ass juice, flowed out after him. Paul turned around to look at the load pouring out, and noticed the man's dick. It was rotten, filled with legions. Puss slowly leaking from it. Paul felt fear for the first time in his adventure, and he got up to leave. 'I have to leave', he panicked, and he searched frantically for his towel. 'Not so fast', a voice said, and the audience advanced on him, pushing him back onto the bed. 'Our turn'. There were some seriously hot studs in the group, and Paul's fear slowly ebbed away as his dick sprang to attention. He finally succumbed to the touching, the caressing, and lay back on the bed. What happened next turned Paul on more than he had ever known in his life. For two hours, he became the fuck toy of every man in the sauna. His ass ached, but he took load after load after load, screaming in agony and sexual ecstasy as he was used like a ragdoll. After the last man had finished, he lay, spent, his ass aching. His dick was swollen after cumming so many times, and he didn't want to move. Eventually he woke up, after realising he had nodded off. His aching fuckhole told him he had been used a couple more times in his sleep. He got up, found his towel, and tried to get his bearings. A torrent of cum flooded down his legs, and he desperately tried to wipe it with his towel. 'I need a shower', he thought, and he headed off towards the changing room, where he had no idea another adventure was awaiting him. To be continued...

Chapter 1: THE BLACK ALPHA It all started about a year ago. I was visiting some family in the Bible Belt and was bored so I turned on Grindr. I filtered for all the usual: tall, black, muscular. I've always had a thing for black guys. They tend to be so masculine, with an attitude that makes me go crazy, and God do they know how to fuck. Of course in a rural area that meant most of the guys popping up were far away. That's when I saw him, or his profile pic at least. He was tall (6'4"), a few years older than me (29), and had one of the hottest profile pics I've ever seen - shirtless, huge chest and arms, swollen like a serious weightlifter but not super toned like the usual gym queens I find in Miami, a little fur on his chest, and a light glisten of sweat. I though for sure he wouldn't be sexually interestedin me. I mean I'm 6'2", white, blue eyes, cute face, nice round butt, but I'm just naturally thin and smooth, not muscular or toned enough to grab the attention of most muscular gods. But I've always found that big muscular black guys are into guys like me, so I messaged him: "what's up?" He told me he was bored at work (as a cop), so we chatted for what seemed like forever. He told me about his career, his college years, how he'd always lived in the Deep South but wanted to move, he was bi, loved drinking and playing shooter games online all night. We will call him John. He just oozed the sexiest confident masculinity in everything he said without sounding like he was bragging, from how he described himself as mercilessly competitive when playing sports with his bros to how most straight and bi guys he'd been with turned into bottoms for him. He never got sexual with me or indicated he was interested in more than friendly chat, which just made me want him even more. He sent me another pic with his face. He was perfection. He had a big, strong jaw, beautiful eyes, a smile that could melt panties right off. He was build like a linebacker (he was a jock in school), with big arms, massive shoulders, a wide chest, and massive muscular legs. That night I jerked off looking at his pic. And the night after. CLOSE BUT JUST BEING TEASED After that we became friends. Every few weeks, I would drive up to spend a few days hanging with him and crashing on his couch. He could obviously tell that I was infatuated with him. It was like he taunted me with it. he would go for a run and come back shirtless, dripping in sweat, with his basketball shorts clinging to the outline of one of the biggest dicks I'd ever seen (he never wore underwear). I'm usually not into body odor at all, but every once in a while you find that guy who's pheromones just click with yours in such a way that his sweat is the biggest turn on. He was that to me. I was almost disgusted by myself for how much the smell of his sweat made my knees weak. Something he clearly picked up on, as he would often jokingly leave his sweat soaked shorts on the couch pillow I slept on. During the day we would chill, play Call of Duty, drink, hit the gym (being around him gave me the overwhelming urge to try to get into shape to get his attention), or just hang at a local pool so he could show off his insane body for all the hot chicks and dudes there. He had such confidence in public it was almost nauseating to watch. He would just walk up to any hot person he wanted and they'd be all over him. He collected numbers like it was nothing. At night he would usually have a few of his very straight bros over (he wasn't out as bi to anyone except the guys he fucked) and we would drink beer and play Call of Duty late into the night. It was crazy how masculine thy all were. It was like being in a wet dream: 4-5 huge black jocks getting drunk and shouting obscenities at each other as they played their shooter game. Usually one night each trip, we would also go out to a local bar (he lived in a moderately sized southern city so there were plenty of bars). We would drink beer and he would find some hot chick to blatantly hit on or some hot jock to inconspicuously seduce. He never missed his mark. If there wasn't any decent tail at the bar, he would just hit up Grindr and have some hot dude meet up with us for a few drinks. Either way, there was always someone going home with him other than me. I would crash on the couch and have to hear him drunkenly fucking the life out of someone in his room. They were never quiet. His grunting was like listening to an animal mauling its prey. The bed always sounded like it was going to snap in half, or break through the wall. I would usually close my eyes and jerk off to his grunting, my nose buried in the couch pillow inhaling deeply the smell of the sweat that had soaked into it from his basketball shorts. His tricks never stayed for long, but he always came so loud that I had plenty of time to clean myself off before the bedroom door opened for his truck of the night to leave. It was the sickest form of torture, watching every worthless slut in town get him. Even though they didn't appreciate what a god he was, or how lucky they were for the opportunity to be used for his pleasure. He must have known what that did to me. The way he would smirk at me, standing naked in the door of his room, as his trick let him/herself out, like he got off on teasing me. Still, those brief glimpses of his perfect form, naked, sweat pouring off him, his swollen, slightly fury chest heaving deeply from the exertion of nearly breaking his bed in half... it was enough to make everything worth it - like meeting God and realizing you are just a small part of his plan. The next morning I would find 2 or 3 used Magnum condoms casually thrown on the floor of the bathroom, each filled with what looked like a week's worth of cum. This was him teasing me again. Jesus could that man shoot a huge load. It always took every ounce of self control not to eat his loads straight out of those condoms, and I hated myself for wanting it so bad. THE MOMENT MY LIFE BEGAN After nearly a year, John and I had settled into a routine. It was so comfortable being around him when we were alone together on my weekend trips to see him. We talked about almost everything (except for my obvious overwhelming love for him), and I realized we had become each other's best friend. Sitting around playing Call of Duty and drinking beer with him had become the highlight of my month. I felt so close to him that it didn't matter whether I would ever have him in a sexual way. Just being a part of his life was all I needed. I still couldn't help getting submissive around him. I would regularly clean his house and do his laundry when I was over (it was clear no one did much of that when I wasn't around). I would put away the prescription bottles for his meds (pain meds for an old sports injury and such) when he left them out on the bathroom counter. When we were hanging out, I would almost reflexively get up to get him another beer when he finished his last one. He once mentioned to me that he wanted to eat healthier, so I started learning how to cook healthy stuff for him. It wasn't anything huge or fancy, I was hardly a professional maid service, but it was just some way for me to contribute to his happiness - which, in turn, brought me happiness. One Saturday, John decided we would stay in and drink with his buddies. He invited over the usual crowd. Me and 5 huge black jocks sat around drinking beer, playing Call of Duty, and cursing each other out when we lost. By 3am, we were all more than a little buzzed and tired. His friends all took Ubers home. I was picking up plates, beer bottles, etc., and carrying them to the kitchen. That's when it happened. I felt his hand grab my ass. He had never once touched me in a sexual way. He had never even so much as explicitly flirted with me or even insinuated he wanted to fuck me. I was so shocked I almost dropped an armful of beer bottles onto the tile. I couldn't move or even think. He moved up closer till he was pressing against me. I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck. I dropped the dishes and bottles from my hands onto the counter. In his typical low, rough voice, he said it: "You finally ready to be my bitch?" Over a year of fantasizing and yet I can't even put into words how unprepared I was for this moment. "Wha-what?" I finally managed to stammer out. Before I could respond further, his hand was down the back of my pants. Two of his fingers probing between my ass cheeks. I was suddenly in a blind panic. NO! This wasn't how it was supposed to be. I wasn't ready. I wasn't good enough yet. I hadn't spent nearly enough time at the gym. I hadn't gotten enough of a tan. In all of my fantasies I was more prepared. I was the tight, toned bottom bitch he deserved. There was no way I was good enough as is to make him happy. He spun me around, his two fingers now swirling around my hole. I nearly passed out from pleasure and panic. "I said, are you finally ready to be my bitch?" I never managed to say anything, but I nodded slightly. He leaned in and kissed me. A sloppy, drunk, passionate kiss. You know before when I said seeing him naked was like meeting God? I was wrong. This was meeting God. I instantly knew my body was not my own, that for the next few hours every inch of me would be nothing more than a tool to be used for his pleasure. He wrapped his enormous arm around me (his other hand still rubbing my hole) and lifted me up like I was a feather. I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me into his bedroom and threw me on his bed so hard I almost bounced off it. He stood at the end of the bed and shucked his shorts/shirt onto the floor. There it was, the perfect alpha male body. His broad shoulders and enormous arms seemed even more muscular than usual. The only lighting was some faint streetlights shining through the window, but I could stil make out the light fur sprawled across his chest and trailing down to his dick. Holy fuck, is that dick huge. It's gotta be every bit of 10 inches and thicker than any dick over ever seen in person. I didn't have to guess what he wanted. Like with every trick I'd heard him fuck before, he barked orders to me: "Suck my dick, bitch." I crawled across the bed till I was face to face with it. I'd never seen anything so beautiful in my life. A thick, hard, smooth shaft that curved slightly downward, ending in an enormously fat head. Precum was dripping out of it now. I looked up at him with my eyes wide and my mouth hanging open. A drop of his precum fell onto my tongue. It was just as incredible as I'd always imagined. I swallowed the head of his dick and quickly realized what an impossible task this would be. I wasn't even a quarter of the way down his shaft and I was almost gagging. He grabbed the back of my head and I knew he was about to throat fuck me. I gagged and choked and never made it halfway down his shaft, but he seemed to enjoy it. He let out the same loud grunts amid heard him make dozens of times. I must be doing something right. After a while he ripped my shirt off - no, really, he literally ripped it off my body - and yanked my shorts off. He flipped me on my stomach and I felt him use his knees to push my legs apart. He spread my round ass cheeks and I felt a glob of spit hit my hole. He pulled my arms behind my back and held them in place with one hand, while he used the other hand to aim his cock at my soon to be destroyed boi pussy. He pushed and I though for sure he would never be able to get inside me. I relaxed as much as I could and suddenly my hole started to spread, like a tight rubber band over a thick roll of paper. The moment his head popped inside me I almost passed out from the pain. I screamed so loud he slapped me upside the head and covered my mouth. "Bitches don't wake the neighborhood!" He yelled at me in his barreling voice. As he pushed in further, I felt like everything inside me was being ripped apart. Finally he stopped for a moment. The pain subsides, he spit some more on his shaft, and he pushed further. This went on for what seemed like forever. Finally I felt it, his huge balls resting on me, his pubes grinding against my ass. I had made it. Now the fun began. As he started to thrust in and out, I felt all the pain turn to indescribable pleasure. Every thrust was like the greatest orgasm I'd ever had. Every grunt he made was like having a wild animal snarling in my ear. He was such a magnificent beast, and for this brief moment he was mine. He leaned down and wrapped his arm around my neck, his massive bicep and forearm pressed against my throat. With each breath, with the tiniest flex, I felt my neck being choked. I'd had tops play around with lightly choking me before, but this was something entirely different. He would gently squeeze till my face turned pink and I felt like I was practically going to pass out. Then he would release as I choked for air. Then he would squeeze again. All the while he was like driving my ass so hard I felt like he might actually break me in half. The bed shook and hit the wall with all the force of this 240+ lbs man. My screams shifted in and out as he choked me and then released. This went on for what must have been an 2 hours before I heard a familiar sound. His grunts were getting louder, his breaths shallower, and his thrusts harder. His engorged balls were hitting me so hard I was sure they'd leave a bruise. Finally it happened: he shoved in balls deep and held it there, yelling louder than I'd ever heard him before (it nearly scared me), and his massive balls shot volley after volley of his cum into me. I could feel each volley. I counted them: 27. By the time he was done, I could feel his load pouring out of my now bloody hole, around his cock, and running down my legs, forming a pool on the sheets beneath us. I'd realized he hadn't used a condom when he first shoved inside me and honestly I was happy about it, but I was surprised. He'd always used condoms for as long as I'd known him (I always found the evidence on the bathroom floor the next day). Maybe that just meant he was comfortable with me cause he knew me - unlike his usual random tricks. He collapsed on top of me, wrapping both of his arms around me. That's when he did something I didn't expect; he kissed me, on the back of the neck. It was a sweet, affectionate kiss. Not like him at all. I expected him to kick me out of his room and onto the couch, but instead he just laid there on top of me, holding me. It took nearly 10 minutes for his cock to get soft enough that it popped out of me on its own. He rolled off of me, which should have been a relief as I could barely breath with him on top of me, but instead almost made me cry. This was it. Our moment was done. As he laid next to me, I felt him shove three fingers into me, scooping out a portion of his load. He held them in front of my face, his cum dripping onto my mouth. The most glorious white glistening substance in the world. I opened my mouth and he shoved his fingers so far in that he was scratching the back of my throat. I fought the urge to gag and instead savored this moment. The most insanely intense sex of my life just happened with the sexiest God of a man on earth. He'd pounded me so hard I'd be sore and bruised for days. He'd unloaded a massive amount of cum into me. He was inside me. A part of me. Whatever happened next, whoever he fucked the next day, couldn't take that away. I had been able to be used for his pleasure. I'd made him happy. That's all that matters. He pulled his fingers from my mouth, cover in cum and spit, and wiped them gently across my face. He was being far more affectionate than I expected. He grabbed my face in his large hand, turned it towards him, and held it there. Our faces were nearly touching. I could feel his breath as he exhaled. "What do you look so worried?" He asked. I simply shrugged. I didn't know how to tell him that this was everything I had wanted for over a year. That every waking thought and every dream I'd had for 12 months had involved him and various forms of this very fantasy. That it was infinitely better than I'd ever imagined, but I was now sad it was over. "Stop worrying." He said. That panty melting smile grew across his perfect face. My heart melted. THIS was meeting God. "I fucking love you, and you're mine now." He announced as he pulled me in so tight against him that I could feel his heart pounding in his chest. I was once again breathless. How is this possible? How is this real? It must be a dream. But my ass hurts waaaay too much for this to be a dream. He kissed me again. It wasn't sloppy or drunk this time. It was slow, soft, and passionate. It went on forever. I couldn't stop. I just kept kissing him as he climbed back on top of me. I wrapped my legs around him, laying on my back, and that's when I felt it - his massive dick, hard again and pressing at my hole. He broke free from our kiss and gently leaned his forehead against mine. "I fucking love you too, and I was always yours." I whispered as he slide back inside me. Next chapter: BECOMING HIS BITCH

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

I love rape play, and do a rape scene once a week for about three months. I have never actually been raped, and don't want to be. I started to play with an 18 year old, and he was already pretty aggressive in bed, and I told him I want to do rape play he was like hell ya. So we set things up, and after about two weeks the first time happened. I was in the woods by myself, and he would come out of no where and attack me. He slammed me against a tree, and when I fell to the ground started to attack me. Then he choked me for a bit, so I wouldn't be able to fight back. He then fucks me no lube or spit as hard as he possibly can, and until I start to bleed. He then came, and pissed on me telling me to enjoy his aids rape, and then left. I don't know when, but I came sometime during the rape. My husband came out of the bushes, and made sure I was ok then fucked me him self because he was to horny after words not to. He was in the bushes to make sure if I used my safe word the guy would stop. Afterwords he picked me up and carried me home. My ass was sore for three days, and had many bruises. I was extremely scared, and crying during this, but really hot and turned on. My husband, and I do rape play ourselves. But it was hotter with someone I don't love because I know he doesn't really care. So yes I find violent sex hot.

my kind of fantasy, id like have them piss on me or in me as well

I have the same question as this is hot!!

anxious for part 2

An excellent start, look forward to the next chapter. Wish it was me on that fuck bench.

I believe it was mentioned in the newspapers the day the decision was announced, 8 months ago or so. Apart from that, I can't say I've seen any information/publicity around prep in France. The official communication from government agencies or NGOs still seems to be : condoms ! It's easy to lose sight that people here are way more informed than the general gay population, and heavily skewed towards barebacking. But as a rule, you'll find : many guys that use condoms often or always ; many who say they are safe but regularly forget about it in action ; those that couldn't care less (some of them probably never testing) ; and everything in between. Just like everywhere else, I'd surmise? Where/how you meet people certainly also tends to stir the odds of meeting one or the other. Just because you met a guy, doesn't mean the next guy will have the same attitude towards bb sex. You have to realize that Prep availability is still quite limited. It's not like any place or doctor can offer it. It began with just a few hospitals. Even in Paris, I believe it was only two to start with. If you were in a smaller provincial town, out of luck! But it's about to become better: STD screening centers, of which there is a good network, should be able to offer it. I'm in Paris. I've been to a specialized screening center that caters mostly to homosexuals, and also follows up many gays with HIV. They'll get the agreement soon, and my plan is to get on prep after the summer. Even though the physicist was very open when I mentioned it, I got a feeling they will not generally advise it as the number one method to stay safe. More like : ok, you know you don't always use condoms? Then maybe that's something for you. A minor bother is that they tend to propose the version they've tested here : 2 pills the day before, or up to 2 hours before sex, and then one pill a day for 2 days. Repeat as necessary. Given what I've read here, that it takes 7 days to reach full concentration of medicine in the body, and given that the PEP is a 30 days long affair, I think I'll take the standard one pill a day regimen... I didn't expect what I read from Paris student about the bad reactions on Grindr. You do see a "on prep" profile here and there... Would not have come to me to shame them !

by the time I was 17 I knew that I would never be able to please females or males. I will never forget the humiliation of my first time with a female at 16, we were both virgins and after the obligatory 6 months of dating we went all the way. She was very kind, but of course my 4.25 inch penis slipped right inside her moist pussy. About half way through she whispered "I don't think it's in". Buried as deep as I could go, I knew my inexperienced lover would never be pleased. Then the awkward times afterwards (we had prepared sheets for the blood) and nothing but a wet spot of my cum that had leaked out of her. So I went into her parents bathroom and got a hair brush, parted her legs and inserted it, gently and smoothly entering in and out as she played with her clit. After possibly 30 seconds of gentle stroking blood engulfed the hair brush in a cum and blood mixture. I finished her to orgasm knowing that a small hairbrush had provided my young lover with more pleasure than I ever could. She was sweet and kind but I lost all interest in women sexually after that knowing that I couldn't please them. My next experience was @ 18 at an adult bookstore. The other guy put his ass to the big opening in the wall.. I slid into him easy and within 30 seconds busted my nut. As I went to pull up my pants he turned with his face into the hole and said "don't tease me bro.. Fuck my ass". He had no idea I already had. So I took a different path. I grew into a masculine man of 6"3 225lbs. I take good care of myself. Being a bottom bitch is a full time job to me. I keep myself in shape, tanned, shaved, to look my best for my tops. I arrange my diet, my bowel movements and my enemas into daily practice so that I can be the best bottom I can be. I can and do normally fully orgasm without an erection, or penile stimulation while being fucked. I have come to feel like I am gentically blessed. I have a very tight nutsack with very small balls and my cock hides like a scared turtle during play only exposing with I would consider a large clit. I only refer to my sexual organs as a clit, and my hole as a cunt. Perhaps because of my physical size I have never ran into a top with less than 5 but I have enjoyed being fucked by many a man from the 5 to 6.5 range and enjoyed each of them. I come to terms with the fact that I am not a sexually alpha male a long time ago. Quite simply it's my job to bring them pleasure in what ever way they choose to utilize my body or orfices. To me there is nothing more sexually fulfilling than a straight married craigslist man that isn't getting laid at home and is only average in looks and size limiting his options with a heterosexual affair. Rarely do they actually touch my clit, they are far more likely in my experience to suck a fully enveloped nipple. The pride in their faces when they see my clit shoot cum as they fuck me, and feel my ass muscles tighten around their cocks as I orgasm. Of course everyone likes something different. That's why I always have a bottle of poppers in viewable distance, if they ask me to take a hit they are usually an experienced fucker that wants a nice wet open hole, if they don't I assume they want me tight and I remain totally focused on messaging their cocks with my cunt muscles. When I have been in bathhouses I always keep myself totally exposed. Given my physical size I think it's imparitive because one could easily assume I'm a top. I do the same at public beaches of parks. I leave nothing to the imagination that I could be the top they are looking for. I have enjoyed hundreds of tops over the last 20 years and only a handful were bad experiences (usually caused by an over zealous top trying to fist my cunt that has no desire to be fisted, or incredible long nails). I never converted poz and was never worried about it, possibly the luckiest dude in Houston. So two years ago I went on prep mostly because I really really enjoy being with married men and despite their poor choices I don't want to punish their wife and kids... There is no feeling greater than a married man impregnating my cunt and the way they behave after they have butted deep inside my pussy. If I don't orgasm through anal sex I never ever sexually stimulate myself in front of a top. My role is exclusively to please him. It's that simple. If he plays with my clit or sucks it, it still remains flaccid and hidden. Sure it feels good, but they usually move on after a couple of minutes and if they don't I will orgasm that way right into there mouth even though I am still flaccid. I assume that's what they wanted if they won't leave it alone but unless there is very ruff nipple play I have never gotten an erection. When it has happened there is shame that overcomes me like a kid bringing home an "f" in PE lol. I'm not impotent but as a good bottom I know my restrictions. I go to the gym to work out, not for sex. Testosterone is flowing like crazy after a daily workout. I use the private showers and stroke my hard clit to orgasm. On the rare occasion it has become a cruise situation I still do the same. A 4.25 inch hard clit is attractive to no one and only a distraction to an alpha male. I am bata male simple as that, born and bread to please other men. I have only been in one monogamous relationship and it lasted about 8 months. He never saw my clit hard. I got up at 4:30 every morning and had a bowel movement and enema knowing he would be up at 5:30. If he wanted or needed to be pleasured it was my role to do so. Bottom line is, to be a good bottom is a bunch of damn work but worth it in the end (pun intended). I guess my point is that I find conflict with the size matters post. If you are over 5.5 and you feel alpha my hole is willing and ready to make you feel good. It's not my job to criticize something you can't control. I have one job--- to bring a warm clean fertile cunt to you when needed.

Definitely waiting to read more. Such a hot story so far!!!

Got 4 loads last night when I posted on craigslist for anonymous cum & dump.Took 2 loads in the backyard where i was bent over waiting for them. A couple guys that have bred me before fucked me in the side yard. It's dark there but you can see the street. I'm just a hole to be used.

this past Sunday I was horny and signed on to bbrt to check it out. There was a guy looking for anon loads at his place. I hit him up and within an short time I was on my way to his place. As soon as I walk into his condo, there he was ass up on the couch with a blind fold on. Got hard, lubed up and slid into his ass and he did have a nice ass. Fucked him for about 10 minutes as I could not last anymore with a 5 day load built up. Flooded his ass. He thanked me and told me that his next trick should be coming by soon. I wonder how many loads he took that day? I could find out.

I found the guy online we chatted briefly. I am mostly bottom but happy to top younger guys I waited in the park slatters reserve Blackburn, at the agreed time. He arrived got out of his car with a top but no pants. I got down and sucked his cock. He moaned I handed him my amyl. He sniffed long n deep. I fingered his hole and it was leaking cum from previous tops. I was so horny I turned him around and fucked him rough n deep while he held on to the park bench I dumped my 4 day load into him.

Had a wild Sunday with 7 different black tops who left a total of 8 loads in my hole. The last dude, a young thug type I met on CL, was so into my nutted up hole and asked me to push the cum all out onto his dick. Such a pig. He pounded me for a good 30 and left me with my last load of the night. Such a hot fun piggy day.

I've been on the apps, A4A, and BBRT all day trying to get pounded and maybe even loaded up if at all possible. Had a few promising leads, but they all eventually went silent. Then Grindr said I had a message from a 21yo, mixed, stocky, bear looking for right now. No pic, but I was horny and said hello back anyway. He was straight to the point and asked if I was a bttm and could host. Yes and yes. We exchanged pics and he was a cute college guy but his cock pic was at a bad angle so it was hard to tell if he was average or above - definitely wasn't small. I invited him over and in 10 minutes he was knocking. He had a linebacker build with a bit of a bushy beard. Legs like tree trunks. Came in, pulled off his shorts and layed back on my bed. I pulled down the underwear and I was not disappointed! 8 inches, cut, and THICK! He was already rock hard because, you know, 21yo black/Cuban college guy... I went to town deep throating and servicing his awesome cock to the best of my ability. After 15 minutes of moaning, he asked if he could fuck me. So polite! He wanted me to lie flat on the bed and he would climb on top. We got in position and I lubed us up with extra spit I still had from the bj. As he slid inside my hole I resisted the urge to tell him to stop a few times because he was so thick. I'm no newbie, but he was seriously stretching my limits! He started slowly then picked up the pace as I got more comfortable. He fucked me raw for 10 minutes or so until I felt his strokes getting quicker and deeper. Then without any stupid "I'm coming!" bullshit, he pushed his cock all the way inside and I literally felt it pumping his load deep inside my guts! It was amazing! There was so much cum, I use some to j/o with after he left. The rest is still inside me.

Busy day here. Bred a short cubbish college kid earlier I met on CL earlier in the afternoon. He's home for the summer and his parents away for the weekend, so he invited me over. He was tight as hell, but after some intensive making out and foreplay I got deep in his hole and fucked him doggy style until I blew my load. Then this evening I got invited over by a couple I know in the Hamptons who are both tops. They also had a friend there for the weekend, a hung tall, bearish top. I've played with the couple a few times in the past and they always send me away nicely fucked. The new guy added even my fun (and cum) to the mix.

Chapter 2: BECOMING HIS BITCH I woke up to a strange feeling. A huge hand on my ass, and an arm wrapped around me. I could hear him snoring like a truck. It's pretty rare for any guy who fucks me to want me around after he nutts, so waking up with one cuddling me was strange. Then it hit me: this wasn't just a hand on my ass, it was HIS hand; this wasn't just an arm around me, it was HIS arm. My heart raced and my cock went rigid. I felt him stirring next to me. The hand on my ass moved to my chest and he pushed down on me, using the hand on my chest as leverage as he sat up. He leaned over me and looked at me with that same smirk he use to tease me with when he got done fucking his tricks. He rubbed his hand over the dried cum and spit on my face. "God damn, you're a dirty little bitch." He groaned as he stood up, walking to the bathroom. He emerged a few moments later in his basketball shorts and a tshirt. He grabbed his phone and his ear buds as he walked out the door, obviously off for a morning run. I sat up and immediately realized I had a lot of work to do cleaning this place up before he got back. The sheets were covered in his cum and specs of blood from my ass. The floors throughout the place were a mess (his bros always tracked dirt and mud and shit in when they came over). There were still dishes in the kitchen from the night before - I hadn't gotten to clean them last night before he threw me on his bed and fucked me like the luckiest fag in the world. I crawled out of bed and that's when I realized how insanely sore and bruised my ass was. I went to the bathroom and checked out the damage in the mirror. I had dried cum covering my ass and thighs. Bruises on my waist where he grabbed me and held me down. Bruises on my ass where he had pounded me like a monster truck. I felt so proud of my war wounds - evidence that I had been used for John's pleasure. I turned on the shower and stepped in. The warm water stung my bruises a bit. I felt the spit and cum washing off me, and the clean smell of body wash and shampoo cleared out the smell of my own body odor. I had finished washing the dishes, moping the floor, and moved the sheets into the drier when I realized John had been gone longer than a usual run. I figured it was just more time for me to clean up before he got home. I had just finished making lunch for him when I heard the door open. He came in soaked with much more sweat than usual (clearly the result of his longer than usual run). It was literally dripping off every inch of him onto the freshly cleaned floor. "I know how much my little bitch loves my sweat." He said as he closed the door. He threw his shirt on the floor, took off his shorts, and walked towards me. His massive chest looked so perfect when it was shiny with sweat, and the stench of it filled my lungs and caused my dick to spring up like a dog who just heard the doorbell ring. When he was only a few inches from me he took his now balled up shorts in one hand and grabbed my bottom jaw with his other. He opened my mouth and shoved his shorts so far in I thought I might gag on it. His sweet sweat filled my mouth. It was dripping off his shorts all over my face and down my throat. I almost came right then. He closed my mouth around his shorts and barked at me: "that stays in there till I say so, little bitch." I nodded in agreement. Next he lifted his right arm above his head, revealing his gorgeous hairy pit. With his left hand still holding my jaw, he shoved my entire face into his pit. "Smell that faggot. Breath deep. You're going to smell that for the next 10 minutes." My hand instinctively moved to my hard dick, but he quickly slapped me on the side of my face "you don't fucking touch yourself ever again, bitch. You only cum from getting that pussy fucked." I nodded with my face still in his armpit. "You ready to clean me off, bitch?" I moaned approval around his shorts still in my mouth. He pulled my head from his pit. My entire face was soaked in his sweat. I'd never been so turned on in my life. His sweat was like nectar from the gods. He removed the shorts from my mouth, pushed me down to the floor till I was on all fours like a dog, and barked his next order, "Open your mouth, bitch." I looked up at him from the floor. He was even more of an alpha God from this angle. He was still dripping sweat from all over. He chest rose and fell like a mountain shifting above me. I opened my mouth and he leaned his head over me. He let out a single, massive glob of spit. It dropped slowly from his mouth and fell with a splat all over my face, mouth, and tongue. "Now start cleaning, beginning with my feet." I began licking his toes, sucking every last drop of sweat from each before moving on to the next. His feet, like everything else about him, were massive. When I was sure I had thoroughly cleaned them, I worked my way up to his powerful calves, worshipping the swollen muscles. His thighs took me the longest. When I made my way to his inner thighs I felt like he could easily crush my skull like an egg if he flexed them. His ass was perfect. Massive doesn't even begin to describe it. Round like two globes, and muscular. I wish my ass were half this big. I licked his ass cheeks like I was making love to them. When I went for his balls he stopped me. I looked up at him with sad puppy dog eyes. "Not yet, bitch." He said to me in a stern voice. So I worked my way up his chest, licking each of his chest hairs clean, and sucking his nipples like I was sucking his dick. That made him groan, just a little. I made a mental note to come back to them whenever I wanted to arouse him. Finally I made it to his pits. Glorious, sweaty landscapes of fur and muscle. I was in hog heaven. THIS was meeting God. After I finished cleaning every inch of his body from the neck down, he finally guided me to his balls. They were perfection. Two huge orbs hanging so low under his massive cock that they dropped below his dick head. I gently sucked his left nut into my mouth and massaged it with my tongue. His right nut hung down covering half my face as I gazed up at him: my alpha god. He groaned again. I knew I could do this right. I knew I could bring him the pleasure he deserved if I just worked hard enough. I moved to the right nut and cleaned it dry. Finally, I sat in front of him, face to face again with his massive 10 inch cock, which was at about half mast at that point. I looked up at him longingly, awaiting his approval. "Go get me a beer." He insisted. I scrambled to the kitchen and retrieved his beer before positioning myself back on the floor in front of him. "You want this dick?" He asked sarcastically as he smirked at me with that teasing smile. "Yes." I sheepishly replied. "Yes, what?" He barked back at me. "Yes, sir." I corrected myself. "Beg for it, little bitch. Convince me to let you." He replied. "Please, sir. I need it." I blurted out, my eyes nearly tearing up with the need to please him. "Why?" He inquired, but it was a rhetorical question. He knew why. "Because I need to please you. I need to be used by you." "Why is that?" I realized the answer he wanted. "Because I'm your worthless bitch." I lowered my face in shame as I said it. He leaned over, grabbed a fistful of my hair, and pulled my head back till I was Looking up at him. "You're my bitch, and I don't own worthless things. Don't fucking call any of my shit worthless again." "Yes, sir." I replied. "How long have you wanted this dick?" He demanded. "Always, sir." "That's right, bitch. You've always been a faggot after my cock since day 1, haven't you?" He mocked me, grinning from ear to ear. "Yes, sir. I've waited all this time." "Beg harder, bitch." "Please, sir." I begged, tears welling up at this point. "Please use me." Seeing me beg and cry for his dick got his rock hard. He walked over to the couch, sat down, and pointed at his engorged cock. I crawled over to him, positioned myself between his legs (where I belonged), wiped the tears from my eyes, and took the head of it into my mouth. I wanted to take it slow this time - show him I had the skills to please him while he relaxed. He laid back into the couch and sipped his beer. I spend half an hour slowly swirling my tongue around his cock head, then slowly taking as much of it down my throat as I could manage. Teasing the head and letting him hit the back of my throat both seemed to elicit moans and groans from him. The whole time I stared at him - this massive beast of a god - realizing I was the luckiest faggot in the world. I used one hand to play with his huge balls, and the other to gently trace the ripples of muscle on his chest. When he was ready, he pulled my head off his lap, picked me up, and threw me into the couch. He positioned me on my side, holding one leg in the air so high that it lifted my ass off the couch. He stood above me on the couch, his hard cock pointed at my hole, and place done foot on the side of my face, smoothing my head into the couch. In one fluid motion he drove his entire dick into me. Once again I was screaming in pain. Did his cock get bigger since last night?! He held his cock balls deep inside me for a few moments until my screaming subsided. Then he began pile driving his dick into me, pulling it almost completely out and then slamming it back in so hard I swear he shook the entire apartment as his crotch smashed into my ass. his foot pressed down on my face like I was just a bug to be crushed under his heel. He was reaching depths I'd never felt before. It was both excruciating pain and unbelievable pleasure. I screamed at the top of my lungs with every thrust. That only seemed to encourage him. I'm sure I never overheard him fuck any of his tricks nearly this hard. It felt like he might actually kill me, and I couldn't have been happier. I knew from the night before that he didn't seem to bother changing positions once he got started, so I knew I'd be in this spot for a while. I tried to relax, to concentrate on the pleasure and release the pain. 45 minutes in, I was cramping all over, but I dared not try to move. 1.5 hours in, I could barely feel anything I was so numb. How could he possibly fuck like this for this long?! I could hear him breathing heavily for a while now. I could feel his sweat dripping down onto me, I was completely covered in it by now (the entire couch was). Just when I knew I couldn't handle any more, his breathing got deeper and his grunts got louder. With one final glorious thrust, he shot over a dozen volleys of cum into my ass. He dropped me onto the couch as he dismounted his new broken in horse. His cum once again poured out of my gaping hole and over my thighs. I was clearly losing my voice from screaming so much. I had what seemed like a permanent outline of his foot on the side of my face. My entire body was cramped. My ass was numb. And my glorious alpha beast stood over me, beating his chest in victory. His smile masked how exhausted he otherwise clearly was. But that smile. That I could bring that perfect smile to his face was better than any fuck. That I could bring him pleasure gave everything meaning. I could barely move until he smacked me on the ass so hard I nearly leaped off the couch. "Good job, little bitch." That night he practically had to carry me to bed. He had placed his still sweaty shorts over my pillow like a pillowcase. I spent then entire night inhaling the sweet smell of his sweaty balls. I hadn't cum, and my cock stayed rock hard all night. Next chapter: THE GANG RAPE

For me barefucking a married guy is a real turn-on. They're such sluts!! Fucking them in the marital bed is an extra but big big bonus. First time I did it was a 32 year old guy, not far from where I live. He had door ajar, and waited for me on hands and knees on the bed, wich I hadn't expected. Once I had just finished fucking a married guy, we had just put our clothes back on, when the wife walks in. I was a bit strange after that. Left very quickly.

Had planned a fuck date (finally, it has been a while). Prepped and waited until I got a message from him cancelling because it "was too hot to fuck"! True, temperatures here were soaring up to 35C (95F), which is unusual here, and it was muggy. Fuck! All prepped and horned up and the guy cancels. Sent a text message to a guy close by who had fucked me before with a FB (he wasn't online so just a wild guess). Got one back saying to come over in 3 hours. His husband would be away then and he would ask a FB (he loves to watch too). Cleaned again just to be sure and got over there. New FB, hadn't seen him before but decent looking enough and a big bulge in his gym shorts. Guy dumped the first load. FB had problems cumming and must have fucked my ass for 45 mins before he shot his load (not that I minded ;-) Made me cum halfway from just having my ass pounded and his big balls slapping against my butt. Then 1st guy dumped a 2nd load and made me cum again. Very good unexpected session. Walked home all sweaty, three loads in my ass and head still spinning from the poppers.

I'm in ATL and love the BBC and taking those loads. Also into sleazy raunchy chem sex. I would enjoy the chance to play 1-on-1 with you then we can go from there into you possibly setting up a BBC gangbang for me where I'm blindfolded and a line of men use me to fuck, suck, piss on and cum inside of. I love to be used! Hit me up man!

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

He was so right, getting fucked in the sling was amazing. I did feel like I was floating. I could close my eyes and think of nothing but his hard cock going in and out of my ass. My hole was feeling a bit used, but I loved it. "Hey," he said. I looked up at him. He was such a hot man. He had taken hi t-shirt off and he had some fur on his chest, nipple rings, tattoos from his shoulders down his arms, and another tattoo of a scorpion right under his belly button. "I love your cummy hole so much," he said. "You want another load in there? I'm getting close!" "Yes please," I gasped. Was I really begging for his load like a cum whore? I guess I was. He stepped up the speed of his strokes and started to breathe really heavily. I loved the grimaces we was making. "Here it cums! Take my raw load buddy!" he shouted out. He plunged his cock deep in my hole. I could feel it jerking inside as he loaded me up. He stayed buried balls deep inside me, smiling and panting. He looked me in the eye and said, "Buddy, I have something to tell you." "What?" "Those guys who played with you before are regulars here," he said. "I kind of figured that." "Yeah, but they have this thing they do. How shall I put it... They all three have a gift they like to share with unsuspecting guys. You know what I mean?" I must have looked confused. He said, "Okay, here's the deal. They're poz, and they love to poz other guys up in the booths." He figured I couldn't quite wrap my mind around that so he explained "You swallowed one load and took two up your ass, and they were all poz loads." I couldn't even speak. He slowly eased his cock out of my hole. "And me too," he said, "I'm poz too, so that's three poz loads in your ass today. I'm sorry, but you are such a hot guy and I love a well used hole. I figured the damage was done, right? So one more load wouldn't make much difference." "What the fuck..." I mumbled, still trying to process what he was telling me. He helped me up out of the sling and handed me my clothes. "You're a bit of a mess," he said. "I'm going to let you use the employee's restroom to get yourself cleaned up and dressed. You'll be OK." He led me to a small but clean restroom and left me in there alone. I stared at my face in the mirror. What did I just do to myself? Why would anyone do that to someone? What was I going to do? I washed up and got dressed and went out into the store. The clerk saw how stunned I still was. "Hey man, here's what you should do," he said. "After a few months get yourself tested. You never know. I got fucked by those guys many times before I tested poz. But sometimes once is all it takes." He took my arm and lead me to the door. He unlocked the door and turned the sign back to OPEN. "If you end up poz, come back and join the fun if you like. It has really liberated me and I have learned how much I love sharing my gift." He gently pushed me out the door. It took me a few minutes to remember where I had parked my car. It was 45 minutes until my meeting, so I had time to calm down. I don't remember much about that meeting, though, or my long drive home. I'm going to get tested in a few months. I don't know what I will do if I find out I am poz, but every night as I drift off to sleep I think about those loads I took in the bookstore, and each time I think about them it seems hotter and hotter. The end

I sometimes fantasize about it, but I would never do it for real. I'm not into pain, force or doing anything against my will. The roughest I do is put my ass out for anonymous cocks, or drive it into other strange people's asses in darkrooms or dungeons. But it's all voluntary.

Love to get fucked by couples....and usually pretty easy to set up separate fucks for bonus, secret sex Nothing better than getting committed guys to cheat on their partner.

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

Recently, had a hot btm drop by my place. Total pig. Fuckin' loved it. From what I could tell, a Native guy of approx. 30 - 40 yrs of age, with medium length black hair, & his hole was starved for seed, 'cause he didn't waste time.. My place was a total darkroom scene, I heard the back door close. Was sitting naked on my couch, relaxing. Next thing I knew, his clothes were in a pile at the back door, 'cause I felt his ass brush on my cock as he impaled himself on my fuckstick. He had a velvet soft hole, not like a vice, but I got the impression he wasn't gonna leave until he felt my spunk dripping from his gutz. He molded to my cut cock like he melted around me. Complimented him on his beautiful hole, trying to fight a very intense moan from escaping. I think I failed from trying to hide my intense pleasure, 'cause I heard him chuckle & felt him tighten his hole more as he slid down my shaft so that he could feel my pubic hair against his ass. I put one hand on his hip, the other on his shoulder. He was sweating, like he just came from a workout.. My head was swimming from lust & pheremones, & more so from the bottle of poppers he pushed under my nose. I felt my manhood harden like blood filled titanium. Slapped his ass playfully & hungrily, growling softly. "Fuck yeah," he whispered. Slowly starting his steady hips moving up & down the length of my shaft. "I love younger tops.." He paused to grip the head of my cock with his ass lips before forcing his ass down around my cock to the base again. I failed again to conceal a very intense moan. "Nothing like a younger top who needs to unload hard, " he said softly. As wierd as it sounds, I had a thought of two cave men fucking like primal animals, fighting to get off. "Hungry fuckin' hole, stud.." I tried to say without moaning. This native adonis, ( well it was dark, I didn't really care about how good looking he was, just his sexual prowess was astonishing, ) this cum vaccuum was trying to suck me dry with his hole. I didn't think I could fight a very intense orgasm for long. He abruptly molded his hole harder on my cock as he slid faster up & down in a rhythumic motion. Couldn't help but actually notice my normally obnoxious downstairs neighbour was playing some rather good ( for once, ) club trance beats. The delerium of hearing this primal marriage of sound & sensation sent me over the edge. In a burst of masculine fury, I attempted to flip him on his hands & knees so I could mount this btm stallion in a blaze of of sexual frenzy & plant my seed in his hungry ass like a man should. Mark my territory in his ass like an alpha dog pissing on a tree.. In theory, this was *supposed* to work.. Now, I ain't the strongest guy by a long shot. I know I can hold my own, I am nowhere near the weakest, either.. I'm a short, compact, rugged & scruffy ex-martial artist, shaved head. Fuckin' Native stud didn't budge.. I attempted a tried, tested & true maneuver that works almost flawlessly in groundfighting matches for guys whom are smaller in stature against bigger opponents.. The fact that he didn't stop was both a shock & further turn-on.. He just kept riding. I was moaning harder now, from both exertions. "I am gonna milk you dry, fucker," he said, slightly lost in his exertions. I was massaging his back, gripping his hips in a sad attempt to wrestle control of my orgasm over him. My toes were curling, uncurling, spasming in sympathetic agony with my sweaty legs. I could feel my testicles ache & bounce against his taint. Never before had I been dominated like this, but never before had I felt so utterly fulfilled as a *man* should.. Fucker was milking me like a farmer milking a cow.. I felt my cum boiling, that furious tingle in the back of every man's prick that signalled the universal need to breed, that primal silent scream in every man's skull when he feels his essence fighting it's way out of him from merely jerking off knuckle-children, planting baby batter, or seeding a fellow man. "You want my poz seed, awww, shit.." I managed to say, breathing in rhythum with the beat & his hole gripping harder. Like a newbie top, I didn't have much of a chance at warning. I felt his ass grip the head of my manhood harder, ever so gently, like I couldn't pull out, just as I said "poz." It was then, I gave into primal instinct, grabbed onto his sweaty hips from below, & attempted to demonstrate my masculinity by fucking his ass from under him.. I pounded my hips in a frenzy, in time with every pulse of my cum blasting through my shaft into his gutz. I was probably yelling. I couldn't tell if we both were moaning like wounded animals in heat or if that bitch neighbour had turned the music up louder to drown us out.. I heard him finally moaning out, "fuck yes, fill me!" I obliged.. I felt nearly 10 spurts of what felt like ropes of my DNA fly into his hungry hole.. I almost felt like bucking him off my cock & grabbing an asthma inhaler, just in case.. Breathing hard, cursing, trying to get control of the fuck haze that had taken control of me, I kissed his back, massaging his shoulders, smelled the sweet scent of his semen, groping his washboard abs. Feeling his semen drip down his stomach. First time I had fucked a load out of a guy, go figure..? He sat up, my cock softening & slick with my cum, turned around, & I noticed his blindfold. Kinky stud.. He groped his way to my dripping cock, tasted my spunk on my cut cock.. He then got up, turned the corner toward the back door, ( bumping into a wall, ouch, ) until I heard the subtle sound of the blindfold coming off. "I want your seed again, man," I heard his voice, commanding & resonant. I chuckled low.. As if I had a choice, or reason to say no, after that stud.. "Happy to be a regular sperm donor, stud." I replied, hearing a playful & mischievious lilt to my voice. Fucker milked me so hard, I heard my 33 y/o voice crack like a teenagers'.. I heard him say, "I got your number, I won't be a stranger.." A rustle of clothes, & the door opening & closing. I turned the lights on. All the stuff in the room was exactly how I had left it.. The fake $20.00 bill I left on the counter, & the toothpicks precariously balanced in specific positions on the various knobs indicated that nothing was stolen nor disturbed. "Fuckin 'A," I thought.. The guy was hot as fuck, *honest,* & more of a pig than I am... Far better than that rude little pussy boy who wanted to tease & play games. Stumbling to my bed, fighting the weak knees effect of a powerful orgasm, I fell asleep almost instantly. Maybe I'll find some more btm pigs who want seed?

Spent the week in L.A., wish I could say I spent the whole time fucking but with recovering from a bad case of Ghonerrea... Good news is I healed up in time to get down over the weekend. Started off Friday right with a trip to Palm Springs. Stopped off at a Gold's gym in West Covina for that pre-desert pump, got a message on Scruff from some extra beefy 19 year old slut in the middle of my routine. His profile explicitly stated "No Sex" so I thought it was a joke when he invited me over out of the blue. But then he sent an enticing pic of him kneeling in a mirror showing off his meaty jockstrapped ass and harness. Workout over, address received. I get to his place, looks like he still lives at home. A bit nervous as I walk through the unlocked front door, house sounds empty except for a faint whirring sound coming from down the hall. I cautiously approach only to find the bitch on his knees in the middle of his room feverishly ramming his big smooth hole with a fairly substantial vibrator. As I step up behind him, quickly stripping down to my own jockstrap, he asks me to go slow as he removes the toy. I line my fat uncut cock up at his quivering well lubed hole, spit on him and laugh. "Bitch, I gotta get back on the road ASAP. I'm not taking anything slow," as I plunge into him with all my weight and angst from not having cum in a week. I make use of that harness and throw the boy around a bit as I fuck his hole extra deep from all angles. I turn him towards his mirrored closet so I can look him deep in the eye as I pound the stupid out of his young but clearly experienced pussy. He later tells me "believe it or not, it's my first time getting fucked," as I'm cleaning off to go. I tell you this bitch was definitely taking loads well before me. Either way in the moment all I knew is he was young dumb and ready for my cum. I was probably only in him five minutes before I was flooding his supple cheeks full of seed. And then I'm back on the road to PS. I was told I should check out CCBC's if I wanted to get fucked. As luck would have it I get there just in time for the sun to go over down over the mountain top. There goes my tan. So I resign to soak in the penis shaped hot tub after wandering the main lawn nude. I quickly realize I'm easily 30 years younger than anyone else there and that I may have wasted thirty dollars. I make some chit chat, relax a bit until it gets dark, then I go explore the grounds some more. At CCBC there is a whole series of semi enclosed walk ways behind each row of cabins. Some are barely lit and "cleverly" equipped for sex. Surprisingly my luck turned around down the first path I took when I encountered a shorter, quite muscular mid 40's dad type looking like he was on his way to the Y. We give each other the look and immediately I'm on my knees blowing him to hardness. He's feeling up my jockstrapped ass through my basketball shorts, fingering my hole, giving me the signal that he's ready to fuck. I flip around, lose my shorts and back up on his long veiny rod. Bracing myself a nearby palm tree, he wastes no time digging into my furry fuck chute, occasionally pulling out and kneeling down to eat me out and spit on my hole. At some point another guest at CCBC happened upon us. It was too dark and I was too preoccupied to make eye contact and he continued on his way. Later that night on Grindr he would hit me up saying how hot it was to see me getting pounded out in the open and how he would've liked to join in. ¡MISSED OPPORTUNITY! Anyway, YMCA DILF works my hole out good and proper and in no time blows a fat wad in me, pulling up on my jock straps like he's rearing a stud (well, I guess he was in a way...). With no viable candidates left, I leave to check in at a motel downtown to recharge. So much for relaxing, my Grindr and Scruff are blowing up. As with CCBC, most of this region of the desert is inhabited by a median 60+ age set. I have a daddy thing but I have my limits and for a moment I wasn't sure if I was going to happen on my type. But then three burly furry muscle guys hit me up almost simultaneously and I managed to schedule all three in a row. Daddy #1: pushing 50's, salt and pepper all over with a wicked sexy mustache, lean and ripped. He shows up to my motel first, undressing as soon as he walks through the unlocked door. I'm standing there in my jockstrap and he growls so low it makes my asshole twitch. I hop on the bed and immediately gobble on his quickly thickening python. I deep throat him sufficiently, he's moaning and telling me how he's going to make sure I'm well lubed up for the night I'm about to have. With that he flips me on my back and plunges deep into my eager hole. He's working up a sweat as he rams me mercilessly, my mouth open and tongue out eagerly lapping up what drops down on me as he pile drives my ass. He cums twice in the space of ten minutes, by the end he's thanking me and apologizing. In a daze I tell him it's I who should be thanking him as he slips out just in time for... Daddy #2: pushing 60, super handsome, toned and WICKED FURRY, this one was the most sensual fuck I've had in forever. He spent most of his time licking me all over and kneading out my knots. But at some point he turned into a total animal, flips me onto my stomach and starts plowing me like it's the last fuck of his life. We hit the poppers together and bliss out as the heat wave rushes him toward orgasm. He starts cumming and I can feel every pulse, I'm so turned on I cum too. At one point I think he's done as I've already ebbed but he just keeps pulsing. After a couple minutes I ask him if that was all one continuous orgasm and he confirms. "I don't fuck that often so mine tend to last a long time." I felt so full, wasn't sure if I was ready for... Daddy #3: early 40's old school Colt model/musclebear 'roid monster type, gorgeous furry torso with a face that has probably seen a boxing ring or two. I almost flaked on this one, his profile reeked of stolen Tumblr pics but I figured it was worth a shot. I drove to him, some mid-century modern beauty with high end cars in the parking lot. I'm not usually swayed by such luxury but I got a booshie boner over it all as the dude answered the door. He was everything his pics suggested and he was built how I like: shorter and wider than me. He leads me back to the guest bed, his husbear is sleeping in the master suite. He gets me naked and tells me how hot he thinks I am, my mind is blown because I normally do not get my hands on his type. He sucks me down deep as I'm feeling all over his hard body and his fuzzy muscle gut. He begs me to fuck him, how can I say no? I shove it up there real quick as he's huffing on some brown bottle, bent over the bed. I've already cum twice so I am getting nowhere but no one is complaining. Eventually I pull out and he tells me it's his turn. I lay back on the bed and he has no trouble getting up inside my well used hole. He's loving churning me up, the look on his face is priceless. My lil muscle gorilla gives it his all until he can't hold back any longer. He adds to the mix in glorious sweaty fashion, beating my chest like a wild beast. I cum again all over his meaty tits as he's tapering off and he collapses on me, making a total mess. What a Friday!

Yesterday, Friday Night, I had a last, first and first durning one incredible session. I have been chasing for a bit over a month. I have been having lots of great sex and only being with guys who claimed to be poz. One of those guys has turned out to be a "regular". He also claimed a number of conversions and showed me his test results confirming his high vl. Last Wednesday after our usual mid-week romp, he said, as he was leaving, "you know you are already poz". There was something in the way he said that that really got to me. No doubt, I made the choice to chase, but his comment was so matter of fact and seemed so sincere, that it focused the reality of my actions. Yesterday morning, while shaving, I felt the lymph nodes in my neck and they were hard as small rocks. Ditto those in my groin region and to a lesser extent in my arm pits. Certainly one symptom is not a positive test, but his words and this one physical difference in my body had my mind spinning. Friday work was a blur as I contemplated calling him to tell him about the change in lymph nodes. I did finally call him at 7:00. He kind of laughed my comments off and suggested that I needed to"start fucking and stop worrying". An hour later he was, once again. slipping his large black meat into my body. As usual, I enjoyed his skill as a top and all to soon I felt his, now familiar actions as he reached orgasm. He is always good for at least two injections and I expected the same. However, as he went to the other room for a drink, he came back and handed me a Walgreens bag. As he said, "lets find out", I opened the bag and saw he brought me an Oraquick test. A real moment of truth had arrived and I was going to share that moment with a man who had given me 11 HVL deposits over the past 4 weeks. He opened the box and set the test up. He gently swabbed my gums and inserted the tester into the liquid. Then, we simply cuddled and talked quietly as the test worked to determine my status. The twenty or thirty minutes went quickly and it was time to open the flap. He asked if I wanted him to look first. I said no, I made this choice and I wanted to look first. I did. And very quickly we were back in bed and once again enjoying the great sex we always had. There was one difference. I was no longer chasing. This was my first confirmed time of being part of two poz guys enjoying sex together. He then asked if I would like to meet a friend of his. He was a younger guy who was also chasing. Fast forward, an hour later (with the aid of a blue pill) I was shooting my now toxic cum into a 19 year old twink. So in one night....I had my last sex as a chaser/unknown status, my first sex as a confirmed poz man and made my first gift to another chaser. No night will ever compare to that.

When I was really young and before I learned how to get fucked, I worked on my cock sucking skills in an effort to make men cum before they went for my ass. Oh, I wanted to get fucked from day one but it hurt so I thought it was smart to make them cum in my mouth. I got pretty damn good at it. I also eventually learned how to take a cock up the ass and to love it. I'll always take it up the ass as my preference. Sucking a man off is something I really enjoy but it usually is something I do when I'm not clean enough for fucking. It is quick and easy and requires no preparation. That is the real beauty of cocksucking. But for me, it is usually just foreplay.

Paul opened the door of the cabin to see a muscular guy standing there, stroking his cock. He stared down at Paul. 'You want me to fuck you boy?' Paul nodded his agreement. 'Not here', the man whispered, and he took Paul by the arm, leading him down the corridor to a set of stairs. The stairs were lined with men, most naked, all stroking their cocks. They turned to see Paul, and he was sure one of the guys nearly slipped off the step, stunned by Paul's beauty. The man pushed his way through the men, as hands reached out to touch Paul. They fondled his ass, ran their hands down his back, his stomach and arms. As they neared the top, someone shouted: 'Wait! Please!' Paul wheeled around to see an skinny man standing in front of him. 'Ahhh... ahhhhhhh... AHHHHHHHHHHH!' The man's cock erupted with a thick shot of cum. It hit Paul's stomach with a splat. Paul looked down to see a thick, creamy load running down his stomach. The man tried to grab Paul as the young guy's cock was rapidly hardening. 'Hey!' the muscular man shouted, pushing the skinny man back. 'He's mine'. 'Please come with me!' The skinny man shouted. 'I don't have long left, I need to pass it on before I go! Please!' Paul didn't know what to do, but the muscular man pulled his arm harded. Paul looked back, as the skinny man stared at him malevolently. They arrived at a doorway, and as the muscular man opened the door, Paul saw a quite comfortable bedroom. A large window on one wall betrayed the morning sunlight. The clock said 7am. 'Wow', Paul thought. Paul suddenly noticed another muscular man sat in the corner, stroking himself. Paul was rock hard. The two men kissed each other. 'This is our private suite. For regulars only'. Paul nodded. 'Get on the bed you fucking slut!' Paul did as he was told, crawling onto the bed on all fours. The two men signed audibly as they saw Paul's spectacular fuckhole in front of them. The first man wasted no time. He roughly shoved three fingers into Paul's cunt. Paul yelped, jumping up slightly. The man pushed him back down, as he slid his huge bull cock into Paul's hole. Paul felt his asshole pop as the man's huge mushroom head invaded his ass. 'Oh yeah... fuck me... FUCK ME PLEASE!' Paul rocked back against the huge cock, as it pounded his g-spot over and over. Paul could feel the man's precum running down his legs. 'FUCK ME!' The second man shoved his massive cock into Paul's mouth, grabbing the back of his head as he did. Paul sucked for his life, as the man moaned louder and louder. 'My turn!' the man shouted to his partner, and they swapped places. Paul let out another yelp as his asshole yawned open for this new cock. The men were screaming in ecstasy as Paul jerked his twink cock. 'FUCK ME!' The men were getting close, Paul could tell. 'You ready for a double load slut?' Paul couldn't get his words out he was so turned on. He nodded voraciously. The two men positioned themselves over Paul's wide open hole. 'Ahhhh....' ... 'Awww yeah...' ... 'Here it comes slut! You ready? Here it ccomes!' Paul shot a huge load in unison with the men, who flooded his gaping hole with two thick, creamy loads. Paul screamed as he felt both cocks jam into his inviting hole. The men worked their loads into the twinks guts, the double penetration causing Paul to tear up. 'Please, slow down'. The two men took their cocks out, and Paul's hole exploded with a mix of blood, and thick creamy cum. The two men kissed as Paul recovered himself. He looked over at the two men. 'Get the fuck out slut. GET OUT! GET OUT!' Paul jumped up, grabbing his towel and making for the door. He slammed it shut behind him. He began to wipe the cum away, but noticed the blood on the towel. 'Wow, they fucked me hard', he thought. He still wasn't sure what their biohazard tattoos were about. He suddenly realised he wasn't alone. He looked up to see the skinny man from before, on his knees on the floor, with his cock inside a similarly skinny man. The skinny man noticed Paul, immediately pulling his cock out of the other man and standing up. Paul stared at him, turned on by the man's obvious attraction to him. 'Come with me', the man said.

There were eyes all over Paul as he made his way through the dark corridors of the sauna. Hands reached out to touch his tight body, and he gripped to towel for dear life. The sound of fucking screamed through the air, over a dull club anthem playing quietly in the background. He turned a corner, and saw an older man coming towards him. He was thin, worn, and he stopped in his tracks as he saw Paul. Paul could see the man's dick hardening, and he motioned to Paul to follow him. Paul wouldn't have looked at him twice, but it turned him on that the man was getting excited at the sight of him. He followed the man into a small cabin. The man immediately ran his hands over Paul's amazing body, moaning and kissing lightly as he went along. 'Fuck me', Paul said. He turned to face the wall and dropped the towel, putting his ass out slightly, inviting the man. Paul put his head down and began to play with his dick, and he could feel the man moving towards him. The man let out an almighty orgasmic moan, and Paul felt hot loads of cum cover his back and ass cheeks. He turned around as load after load was pumping, now covering his tight stomach. The guy had got too excited and his cock had exploded before he even got near Paul's ass. Paul giggled as the man recovered himself. The man walked over to him, grabbing his face and pushing him against the wall. 'You had a lucky escape boy,' he said, and brushed the twink's body one last time with his hands. He turned to exit the cabin, and it wasn't until that point that Paul had noticed the biohazard tattoo on his back. 'Cool tattoo,' Paul thought. 'I wonder what it is?' He wrapped himself back in his towel, and made his way back into the dark halls of the sauna.

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I say that the proper way for a bottom to cum is with the top's permission. Or however the top wants to get them off for that matter. Unless the bottom is a power bottom and the top is kinda passive that is. Then I guess the bottom can cum however he wants. That's just my opinion though.